Post by Torture on Apr 4, 2006 6:13:50 GMT -5
- Scene opens up to a black lowered Chevy Suburban, and a White Escalade. A huge black man, named G-Baby is standing in between both vehicles. Think Mark Henry, only, way cooler. And in a Tuxedo. This is all taking place in some back alley, where no one goes. Behind them is a fense, with a blue dumpster to the side.
- A man in an ash colored sweater, with the hoodie up. Black sweatpants. Looking down. He comes around the corner and straight up to the G-Baby. He takes his hoodie down. We now know it's Kurtis Victory.
Tuesday Morning.
11:29 AM.
Kurtis: Alright. I'm here.
- Howard Dean steps out of the Chevy, and Tony Armuchi steps out of the Escalade. G-Baby grabs Kurits Victory and slams him up against the blue Dumpster. G has him by the shirt collar, pinned up against the dumpster. Tony steps up to Victorys face on one side, and Dean on the other. G keeps him pinned.
Tony: I don't like you and I don't give a shit if you like me or not, but we seem to have a problem, Kurtis.
Dean: See, what's going on here Kurtis, is we have a failure to communicate. For some reason, I paid for you to FUCK THINGS UP!!
Tony: You we're told... demanded to get rid of him. The family was bonus.. however.. You didn't get rid of him. Instead... now he's running around causing problems.
Kurtis: He.. has to fight.. in ..
Dean: In a tag match against you and some other rod-knocker. Yeah, We both know. Great. Now, instead of just Torture to deal with now you have to get your ass kicked by both him and Creeping Death. Kurtis.. thats one hell of a tag team.
Tony: Look. Just eliminate him. Dispose of him. I'm tired of Torture. And his .. bullshit.
Dean: I just want this problem to be gone.
Tony: G-Baby.. my brother.. let him go.. but not easy..
- Tony and Dean both get into the back seats of their respectable rides. The driver takes off in the Chevy, as the Escalade waits for G-Baby to get into the back seat.
- G grabs Kurtis and throws him head first into the side of the dumpster. G throws in three kicks to the mid-section and then spits on Kurtis.
G-Baby: Don't fail again Kurtis. I hate this black on black shit, fool.
- Kurtis groans in pain and holds his ribs. G steps inside the ride, as the driver takes off. Another Tuesday morning in the life of Kurtis Victory.
- A man in an ash colored sweater, with the hoodie up. Black sweatpants. Looking down. He comes around the corner and straight up to the G-Baby. He takes his hoodie down. We now know it's Kurtis Victory.
Tuesday Morning.
11:29 AM.
Kurtis: Alright. I'm here.
- Howard Dean steps out of the Chevy, and Tony Armuchi steps out of the Escalade. G-Baby grabs Kurits Victory and slams him up against the blue Dumpster. G has him by the shirt collar, pinned up against the dumpster. Tony steps up to Victorys face on one side, and Dean on the other. G keeps him pinned.
Tony: I don't like you and I don't give a shit if you like me or not, but we seem to have a problem, Kurtis.
Dean: See, what's going on here Kurtis, is we have a failure to communicate. For some reason, I paid for you to FUCK THINGS UP!!
Tony: You we're told... demanded to get rid of him. The family was bonus.. however.. You didn't get rid of him. Instead... now he's running around causing problems.
Kurtis: He.. has to fight.. in ..
Dean: In a tag match against you and some other rod-knocker. Yeah, We both know. Great. Now, instead of just Torture to deal with now you have to get your ass kicked by both him and Creeping Death. Kurtis.. thats one hell of a tag team.
Tony: Look. Just eliminate him. Dispose of him. I'm tired of Torture. And his .. bullshit.
Dean: I just want this problem to be gone.
Tony: G-Baby.. my brother.. let him go.. but not easy..
- Tony and Dean both get into the back seats of their respectable rides. The driver takes off in the Chevy, as the Escalade waits for G-Baby to get into the back seat.
- G grabs Kurtis and throws him head first into the side of the dumpster. G throws in three kicks to the mid-section and then spits on Kurtis.
G-Baby: Don't fail again Kurtis. I hate this black on black shit, fool.
- Kurtis groans in pain and holds his ribs. G steps inside the ride, as the driver takes off. Another Tuesday morning in the life of Kurtis Victory.
