Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2009 20:24:10 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside Chester's 1967 Pontiac Firebird. Dobbie is fiddling with a CD car stereo hookup, flipping through songs on an iPod Nano as Chester pulls up to a stoplight. Dobbie finally lands on a song. It's an old Cypress Hill song, "Rap Superstar". Both men bob their heads up and down to the beat of the music.
The light turns green and Chester slowly pulls away. The car slowly gains speed until it reaches the highway speed limit. Halfway through the song, Dobbie reaches over and turns the music down a little bit until it can barely be heard in the background. Chester glances over.
Chester: Yo, why'd you turn down the music?
Dobbie looks annoyed.
Dobbie: Cause Dobbie gots an issue with someone.
Chester: Who?
Dobbie points at Chester.
Dobbie: Yo bustah ass brotha, Digger!
Chester looks at Dobbie confused.
Chester: What did Gravedigger do to make you feel that way?
Dobbie: Dood put us in another match with that wankster, Biohazard. Why we gotta fight that circus freak again? We also in a match with Logan. We part of Dark Side and should be gettin shots against some of the better superstars in the federation. Not this trash that blows by Gravedigger. Know what I mean?
Chester: Look, my brother always has a plan. He's not a random person. He doesn't randomly make decisions. He ALWAYS has a plan in mind. Trust me, he's going somewhere with this. Maybe he's making sure we can handle ourselves as a tag team before we go out there.
"Rap Superstar" ends and the iPod goes to the next song chosen by random. "No Light" by 3rd Strike starts playing softly in the background while Chester and Dobbie talk.
Chester: I've been wrestling just a little longer than Gravedigger, I have experience in tag team matches. You're still green, Dobbie.
Dobbie: Actually Dobbie's black.
Chester: No, Dobbie, you're whi---
Dobbie: Stop hatin!
Chester: Fine, fine. Look, XIII is coming up then a couple of weeks after that is the PPV. I'm pretty sure my brother will have something badass lined up for us by then. We don't need to worry about that and we don't need to worry about what Digger has planned for us. What we need to be concentrating on is this week's Slam match we're in.
Dobbie smirks and looks out the window.
Dobbie: Logan and Biohazard, theys fake ass bustahs. Wankstas. They nothing. Logan is a washed up has-been and Biohazard ain't a damn thing. Never was, never will be anything. Dawg, Dobbie and you is gonna walk all over those two muh fuccas and bust them in they grill.
Chester claps Dobbie on the shoulder.
Chester: That's what I like to hear. One week at a time Dobbie. We'll take care of these two guys and show Gravedigger that we're ready for some real tag team matches. He said he's got something to address in the ring at the show, too. Probably just concerning Seth's recent induction into the Dark Side or something.
Dobbie looks at Chester and nods.
Dobbie: Aight then. Dobbie cool. Dobbie gonna bring a hotdog to the match shove it down Logan's throat and then hit him with a 9 In Ya Grill and he'll be done.
Dobbie leans over and turns the music back up as the song switches again. "I Am" by Static X starts playing on the car speakers as the scene fades to black.
The light turns green and Chester slowly pulls away. The car slowly gains speed until it reaches the highway speed limit. Halfway through the song, Dobbie reaches over and turns the music down a little bit until it can barely be heard in the background. Chester glances over.
Chester: Yo, why'd you turn down the music?
Dobbie looks annoyed.
Dobbie: Cause Dobbie gots an issue with someone.
Chester: Who?
Dobbie points at Chester.
Dobbie: Yo bustah ass brotha, Digger!
Chester looks at Dobbie confused.
Chester: What did Gravedigger do to make you feel that way?
Dobbie: Dood put us in another match with that wankster, Biohazard. Why we gotta fight that circus freak again? We also in a match with Logan. We part of Dark Side and should be gettin shots against some of the better superstars in the federation. Not this trash that blows by Gravedigger. Know what I mean?
Chester: Look, my brother always has a plan. He's not a random person. He doesn't randomly make decisions. He ALWAYS has a plan in mind. Trust me, he's going somewhere with this. Maybe he's making sure we can handle ourselves as a tag team before we go out there.
"Rap Superstar" ends and the iPod goes to the next song chosen by random. "No Light" by 3rd Strike starts playing softly in the background while Chester and Dobbie talk.
Chester: I've been wrestling just a little longer than Gravedigger, I have experience in tag team matches. You're still green, Dobbie.
Dobbie: Actually Dobbie's black.
Chester: No, Dobbie, you're whi---
Dobbie: Stop hatin!
Chester: Fine, fine. Look, XIII is coming up then a couple of weeks after that is the PPV. I'm pretty sure my brother will have something badass lined up for us by then. We don't need to worry about that and we don't need to worry about what Digger has planned for us. What we need to be concentrating on is this week's Slam match we're in.
Dobbie smirks and looks out the window.
Dobbie: Logan and Biohazard, theys fake ass bustahs. Wankstas. They nothing. Logan is a washed up has-been and Biohazard ain't a damn thing. Never was, never will be anything. Dawg, Dobbie and you is gonna walk all over those two muh fuccas and bust them in they grill.
Chester claps Dobbie on the shoulder.
Chester: That's what I like to hear. One week at a time Dobbie. We'll take care of these two guys and show Gravedigger that we're ready for some real tag team matches. He said he's got something to address in the ring at the show, too. Probably just concerning Seth's recent induction into the Dark Side or something.
Dobbie looks at Chester and nods.
Dobbie: Aight then. Dobbie cool. Dobbie gonna bring a hotdog to the match shove it down Logan's throat and then hit him with a 9 In Ya Grill and he'll be done.
Dobbie leans over and turns the music back up as the song switches again. "I Am" by Static X starts playing on the car speakers as the scene fades to black.
