Post by Torture on Jan 25, 2006 1:07:49 GMT -5
Wednesday Afternoon.
3:47pm.
- A Barber Shop. Busy street. Every race, including a few white people, walking down the street. A black H2 pulls up, blocking the whole scene. We pan out. The door opens. Torture steps out. The Game Hurricane shoes, black jeans, Carson Palmer jersey. Christian necklace around his neck. Bengals hat, backwards. Torture walks in front of the H2, to the sidewalk. Kurtis Victory closes the passenger door. Blue jean shorts. White tee-shirt. Black Shaq shoes. They both walk right into the front door of this Barber Shop.
A few guys in unison: Heeeyy!!
Tort: Whats up fellas?
Kurtis: What's going on, Tony?
- Tony, a barber, turns around. Spins the chair around.
- Kurtis Victory smiles and sits down in the chair. Torture sits down in a chair, with the rest of the folks, who are either waiting, reading the newspaper, or just hanging out listening to the upbeat music in the background.
Kurtis: Same o'same, Tony.
Tony: You got it Kurt!
- Tony starts to do his thing, when an old man, with glasses. Maybe late 50's, early 60's begins to speak to The T0rT.
Old Man: I've got money on Kurtis Victory this sunday, for that TV title!
Tort: Hah. I think we're going to do just fine..
Old Man: You better! I got 400 dollas on that match!
Tort: Wow. You bet on WCF?
Old Man: Of course! Thats how I make my money, my younga brotha!
Tort: Do what ya gotta do, I guess.
Old Man: You know it.
- A teenage kid, whose been sitting in the barber shop for close to an hour, just hanging out. Apparently he has nothing else to do. He speaks up.
Kid: My boy Kurtis, I just don't think you gots it homie.
Kurtis: What? .. Wha..tt?
Kid: I don't know.. You're lookin mean and all in the War match, but I just don't gots a good feelin', ya'know?
Kurtis: Listen. T. Havock and Big Country can walk inside other arenas full of people, full of arenas that has nothing to do with WCF on Mondays and Tuesdays, and talk the talk, and walk the walk. But when we get inside the WCF Arena on Sunday, for the biggest Sunday Slam of the year baby, Kurtis Victory is going to be smiling, as the TV title gets placed around his waist. Come on. Whose better than me?.. Naw.. I'm just kidding. I mean, they can go in other federations arenas and talk infront of people who don't give a crap about what they say, but Kurtis Victory knows. Torture knows. This Barber Shop knows. WCF knows. The Television title is coming home with me.
Kid: I don't know dawg. I'm just sayin'..
Kurtis: Just think what ya wanna think. I got this covered.
Tony: All done, Vic..
Kurtis: Thanks my man!
- Kurtis stands up out of the chair. Drops a 50 dollar bill. He shakes Tony's hand. Torture stands up and pounds the old man, gangsta style.
Old Man: Take care Tort.
Tort: Oh, you know it.
- Kurtis gives the pound to the Old Man, and walks out. Before they leave. Torture turns to the teenaged kid.
Tort: Get back in school mane. It'll get you places.
- Torture puts on his sun glasses and leaves the Barber shop. The scene fades out as the H2 drives off.
3:47pm.
- A Barber Shop. Busy street. Every race, including a few white people, walking down the street. A black H2 pulls up, blocking the whole scene. We pan out. The door opens. Torture steps out. The Game Hurricane shoes, black jeans, Carson Palmer jersey. Christian necklace around his neck. Bengals hat, backwards. Torture walks in front of the H2, to the sidewalk. Kurtis Victory closes the passenger door. Blue jean shorts. White tee-shirt. Black Shaq shoes. They both walk right into the front door of this Barber Shop.
A few guys in unison: Heeeyy!!
Tort: Whats up fellas?
Kurtis: What's going on, Tony?
- Tony, a barber, turns around. Spins the chair around.
- Kurtis Victory smiles and sits down in the chair. Torture sits down in a chair, with the rest of the folks, who are either waiting, reading the newspaper, or just hanging out listening to the upbeat music in the background.
Kurtis: Same o'same, Tony.
Tony: You got it Kurt!
- Tony starts to do his thing, when an old man, with glasses. Maybe late 50's, early 60's begins to speak to The T0rT.
Old Man: I've got money on Kurtis Victory this sunday, for that TV title!
Tort: Hah. I think we're going to do just fine..
Old Man: You better! I got 400 dollas on that match!
Tort: Wow. You bet on WCF?
Old Man: Of course! Thats how I make my money, my younga brotha!
Tort: Do what ya gotta do, I guess.
Old Man: You know it.
- A teenage kid, whose been sitting in the barber shop for close to an hour, just hanging out. Apparently he has nothing else to do. He speaks up.
Kid: My boy Kurtis, I just don't think you gots it homie.
Kurtis: What? .. Wha..tt?
Kid: I don't know.. You're lookin mean and all in the War match, but I just don't gots a good feelin', ya'know?
Kurtis: Listen. T. Havock and Big Country can walk inside other arenas full of people, full of arenas that has nothing to do with WCF on Mondays and Tuesdays, and talk the talk, and walk the walk. But when we get inside the WCF Arena on Sunday, for the biggest Sunday Slam of the year baby, Kurtis Victory is going to be smiling, as the TV title gets placed around his waist. Come on. Whose better than me?.. Naw.. I'm just kidding. I mean, they can go in other federations arenas and talk infront of people who don't give a crap about what they say, but Kurtis Victory knows. Torture knows. This Barber Shop knows. WCF knows. The Television title is coming home with me.
Kid: I don't know dawg. I'm just sayin'..
Kurtis: Just think what ya wanna think. I got this covered.
Tony: All done, Vic..
Kurtis: Thanks my man!
- Kurtis stands up out of the chair. Drops a 50 dollar bill. He shakes Tony's hand. Torture stands up and pounds the old man, gangsta style.
Old Man: Take care Tort.
Tort: Oh, you know it.
- Kurtis gives the pound to the Old Man, and walks out. Before they leave. Torture turns to the teenaged kid.
Tort: Get back in school mane. It'll get you places.
- Torture puts on his sun glasses and leaves the Barber shop. The scene fades out as the H2 drives off.
