Post by Corey Black on Jun 2, 2006 0:00:48 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a bridge. On this bridge are dozens and dozens of cars, different colors, makes, shapes, all pulled off on either side. Hoods up, doors open, showing off the tricked out engines and interiors. The camera sweeps over top of these cars, and comes to rest on a black Chrysler 300C, complete with custom front and rear bumpers, side skirts, tail lights, chop top, the works, rolling down the bridge past all these cars. The 300C makes it to the end of the bridge, and pulls a fast 180, squealing the tires and leaving rubber marks on the pavement. The 300C then takes off back down the bridge the way it came, sliding sideways into an open spot. The door pops open just a bit, but then rides vertically up on it's hinge, Lamborghini style. People crowd around as Creeping Death steps out of the car. CD doesn't have his face paint on, but he does have a black ninja mask that covers his mouth, nose, the bottom part of his face. The passenger door does the same Lambo action as the driver door, and out steps Nate Nytro. They slam their doors down and begin walking down the bridge past cars.
Nate Nytro: So this is Des Moines?
Creeping Death: Yes sir, this is it. Not what you were expecting?
Nate Nytro: I'll be honest, there's a lot less corn than I thought there would be.
Creeping Death chuckles to himself as a guy walks up to the two from a car down the bridge. He's a little asian guy, baggy blue jeans, tight muscle shirt, short black hair.
Creeping Death: Nate, this is Supadia.
Nate Nytro: It's a pleasure.
Supadia: Yeees, yes it is indeed. Mr. Death, you have returned! How may I be of service?
Creeping Death: I'm not here for the fights, Padi. I've got a new car, and I think it can take whatever you can throw at me.
Supadia: ooohhhh, big timer? Coming back to reclaim your throne? Davis is right down the street. He's rocking and rolling with a brand new Mitsubishi Eclipse. Word is he put a rebuilt turbo in it.
Creeping Death: Go get him, and we'll line them up. I've got the black 300C. That's WITH the Hemi.
Supadia: You got it!
Supadia runs off to go fetch Davis as CD and Nate walk back to the car.
Nate Nytro: I've got to ask man; why are we doing this?
Creeping Death: You were at the PPV Nate, you saw I didn't have a match. No match equals no pay day. No pay day equals no money. No money equals ... well you get the point.
Nate Nytro: But street racing?
Creeping Death: It's the second best thing I can think of to do, right behind actually getting paid for my job.
CD and Nate arrive at the 300C, and CD pops open his door, then pulls it up. He sits down, but Nate is looking over at something. CD puts the key in and turns the car on, and then rolls down the passenger window.
Creeping Death: You coming along, dude?
Nate Nytro: Uh, I don't think so. I'll be here when you get back, just make sure you win.
Creeping Death: Alright... your call.
CD pulls his door shut as Nate walks off over to another car. Nytro comes up to this hot little chick and begins talking to her. CD looks on and closes his eyes, then shakes his head.
Supadia: MR. DEATH! PULL UP!
CD looks over and sees Supadia walking along side Davis' new orange Eclipse. Davis just stares at CD as he goes by. CD pulls up next to him and they go to the end of the bridge.
Supadia: Alright fellas! Go down the street, around the loop, and back.
Creeping Death: How much are we laying down?
Davis: Ten Gs.
Creeping Death: Ten? Are you serious?
Davis: Put up or go home.
Creeping Death opens his center compartment and pulls out a stack of cash. He hands it to Supadia.
Creeping Death: Ten.
Davis leans over and opens his glove compartment, pulling out a box. Davis hands it to Supadia.
Davis: Let's go.
Supadia raises his hands as the two racers rev their engines. Padia drops his hands and it's on. CD's 300C takes off like a rocket, producing smoke from the rear tires. Davis' Eclipse does the same, but from the front wheels. The cars take off down the street at a furious pace. They barrel down side by side, passing traffic, weaving in and out. Suddenly, from the right side, a semi begins pulling out into the path of the two cars. Davis whips his Eclipse onto the sidewalk while CD rides on his bumper. Sparks fly from the undercarriage of the two cars slamming against the cement. They pass the semi and head into the loop, a giant circle meant to turn traffic around. Davis takes it too wide, allowing CD to slide his 300C all the way around, drifting the entire thing. Coming ou of the loop, CD has a huge lead that Davis just can't compete with. Creeping Death crosses the finish line with ease, followed by Davis. CD yanks the e-brake, and pulls a 180, spinning his car around to a stop. Supadia runs over and throws the cash into the 300C. Nate Nytro walks over all sly and smooth. Nate opens the door and sits down, slipping his hand into his pocket.
Creeping Death: And what was that?
Nate Nytro: ... phone number.
Creeping Death: Nice. NICE. Ha, now all we have to work on is your match performance.
Nate Nytro: Yeah, speaking of, how do you think you'll do now that you're not fighting a carbon copy of yourself?
Creeping Death: I have no idea. Lately it's been 'oh Creeping Grim Reaperingized Death, you're a legend, blah wah cry, you'll be overtaken!' All that makes no sense to me. I'm twenty-two years old. Would you consider Randy Orton a legend of WWE?
Nate Nytro: Not in the least...
Creeping Death: Well I've been with WCF about as long as he's been with the WWE, maybe just a little bit more. People need to get their shit straight around here. And for the love of God, leave the Japanese culture in Japan.
Nate Nytro: Isn't stre-
Creeping Death: In. Japan.
Nate closes the door and CD speeds off past all the cars again, over the bridge, and out of view. Scene fades out.
Nate Nytro: So this is Des Moines?
Creeping Death: Yes sir, this is it. Not what you were expecting?
Nate Nytro: I'll be honest, there's a lot less corn than I thought there would be.
Creeping Death chuckles to himself as a guy walks up to the two from a car down the bridge. He's a little asian guy, baggy blue jeans, tight muscle shirt, short black hair.
Creeping Death: Nate, this is Supadia.
Nate Nytro: It's a pleasure.
Supadia: Yeees, yes it is indeed. Mr. Death, you have returned! How may I be of service?
Creeping Death: I'm not here for the fights, Padi. I've got a new car, and I think it can take whatever you can throw at me.
Supadia: ooohhhh, big timer? Coming back to reclaim your throne? Davis is right down the street. He's rocking and rolling with a brand new Mitsubishi Eclipse. Word is he put a rebuilt turbo in it.
Creeping Death: Go get him, and we'll line them up. I've got the black 300C. That's WITH the Hemi.
Supadia: You got it!
Supadia runs off to go fetch Davis as CD and Nate walk back to the car.
Nate Nytro: I've got to ask man; why are we doing this?
Creeping Death: You were at the PPV Nate, you saw I didn't have a match. No match equals no pay day. No pay day equals no money. No money equals ... well you get the point.
Nate Nytro: But street racing?
Creeping Death: It's the second best thing I can think of to do, right behind actually getting paid for my job.
CD and Nate arrive at the 300C, and CD pops open his door, then pulls it up. He sits down, but Nate is looking over at something. CD puts the key in and turns the car on, and then rolls down the passenger window.
Creeping Death: You coming along, dude?
Nate Nytro: Uh, I don't think so. I'll be here when you get back, just make sure you win.
Creeping Death: Alright... your call.
CD pulls his door shut as Nate walks off over to another car. Nytro comes up to this hot little chick and begins talking to her. CD looks on and closes his eyes, then shakes his head.
Supadia: MR. DEATH! PULL UP!
CD looks over and sees Supadia walking along side Davis' new orange Eclipse. Davis just stares at CD as he goes by. CD pulls up next to him and they go to the end of the bridge.
Supadia: Alright fellas! Go down the street, around the loop, and back.
Creeping Death: How much are we laying down?
Davis: Ten Gs.
Creeping Death: Ten? Are you serious?
Davis: Put up or go home.
Creeping Death opens his center compartment and pulls out a stack of cash. He hands it to Supadia.
Creeping Death: Ten.
Davis leans over and opens his glove compartment, pulling out a box. Davis hands it to Supadia.
Davis: Let's go.
Supadia raises his hands as the two racers rev their engines. Padia drops his hands and it's on. CD's 300C takes off like a rocket, producing smoke from the rear tires. Davis' Eclipse does the same, but from the front wheels. The cars take off down the street at a furious pace. They barrel down side by side, passing traffic, weaving in and out. Suddenly, from the right side, a semi begins pulling out into the path of the two cars. Davis whips his Eclipse onto the sidewalk while CD rides on his bumper. Sparks fly from the undercarriage of the two cars slamming against the cement. They pass the semi and head into the loop, a giant circle meant to turn traffic around. Davis takes it too wide, allowing CD to slide his 300C all the way around, drifting the entire thing. Coming ou of the loop, CD has a huge lead that Davis just can't compete with. Creeping Death crosses the finish line with ease, followed by Davis. CD yanks the e-brake, and pulls a 180, spinning his car around to a stop. Supadia runs over and throws the cash into the 300C. Nate Nytro walks over all sly and smooth. Nate opens the door and sits down, slipping his hand into his pocket.
Creeping Death: And what was that?
Nate Nytro: ... phone number.
Creeping Death: Nice. NICE. Ha, now all we have to work on is your match performance.
Nate Nytro: Yeah, speaking of, how do you think you'll do now that you're not fighting a carbon copy of yourself?
Creeping Death: I have no idea. Lately it's been 'oh Creeping Grim Reaperingized Death, you're a legend, blah wah cry, you'll be overtaken!' All that makes no sense to me. I'm twenty-two years old. Would you consider Randy Orton a legend of WWE?
Nate Nytro: Not in the least...
Creeping Death: Well I've been with WCF about as long as he's been with the WWE, maybe just a little bit more. People need to get their shit straight around here. And for the love of God, leave the Japanese culture in Japan.
Nate Nytro: Isn't stre-
Creeping Death: In. Japan.
Nate closes the door and CD speeds off past all the cars again, over the bridge, and out of view. Scene fades out.
