Post by Nightkrow on Apr 18, 2009 5:28:05 GMT -5
The scene fades in looking up outside late in the night with the moon illuminating the sky. After a few seconds, the camera pans down to a camp fire that is raging. A muscular African American sits on a log near the camp fire. He has long dreadlocks; he wears blue jeans and a navy blue wool letterman jacket with white leather sleeves with "JB" written in yellow with white outlining the letters, on the right side of the chest area. Few moments later, Nightkrow walks in view, who wears blue jeans, his purple leather jacket and a Atlanta Braves baseball cap. He does not wear any face paint. He carries a medium sized red cooler. Nightkrow walks over to a log that sits across from the other man. He sits the cooler down next the log. Nightkrow opens up the cooler, reaches in and pulls out two long neck bottles then he tosses one to the man then he sits down on the log. Nightkrow pops open the bottle with a bottle opener then he tosses the bottle opener to the other man. The man catches it then flings the bottle cap off. They hold their bottles in the air and they tilt the bottle necks toward each other. Then they take a long big gulp. As they drink the camera zooms in a little to see a "Dark Horse" label. Camera zooms out to show both men again.
-Nightkrow & Man-
Ahhhh...
Nightkrow shakes his head then smiles.
-Nightkrow-
Now, that's the good stuff right there, my friend... What you think Jarvis?...
Jarvis coughs a little then spits on the ground. Nightkrow chuckles.
-Jarvis-
You know I love this shit, man. Even if it chokes me the fuck out...
Both men laugh. Few seconds of silence passes as they sip on their drinks.
-Nightkrow-
Well, have you decided on what you're going to do?...
Jarvis just shrugs his shoulders.
-Jarvis-
Not yet...
-Nightkrow-
Man, you need to sign that damn contract already... You know you miss the business...
-Jarvis-
I do... It's... Well, you know...
Nightkrow cracks a half smile, disappointed just staring at Jarvis as Jarvis looks away.
-Nightkrow-
Yea, your fucking father still wants you to take over the fucking business. You're a great business man, but you're even a greater wrestler... You were born for this business, hell; you're built for it... You should come watch Last Man Standing this Sunday, and watch all the great competitors in action. ICW has a lot them and all of them are damn talented...
Jarvis smiles and nods his head.
-Jarvis-
Alright... Alright... I'll come to the show with ya, and see the ICW stars live in action for myself...
-Nightkrow-
Good... I'm telling ya, once you've seen a show live, you're not gonna want to leave... I know you. You'll want to get in that ring...
Jarvis laughs.
-Jarvis-
Probably so...
A lingering silence takes over. An owl hoots from a far somewhere. Jarvis leans down and picks up a small brown box. He opens it delighted and pulls out a hand rolled blunt. He reaches into his blue jean pocket and pulls out a silver Zippo. He flicks the top open then strikes the lighter. He puffs on the blunt to get it lit. A small breeze sifts the fire from the Zippo burning the index finger and thumb of Jarvis. Jarvis quickly flicks his hand, closing the Zippo top then he shakes his hand in agony.
-Jarvis-
MOTHERR FUCKEERRR!
Nightkrow busts out laughing. Jarvis stares at Nightkrow with a look that tells him to shut the hell up. Jarvis takes a few long puffs to get the end burning on the blunt. The cherry glows bright red as he takes a long drag off of the blunt. He begins to choke, he tries to pass it over to Nightkrow, but Nightkrow waves his hand.
-Nightkrow-
Nah man, it’s all you. You know I quit that shit a while ago...
Jarvis coughs as he looks at Nightkrow.
-Jarvis-
Yea... Yea...
Nightkrow snickers. The silence takes back over as Nightkrow sips on his drink while Jarvis smokes his blunt and sips on his drink. Nightkrow is looking out into the distance.
-Jarvis-
I guess Israel's metal boots proved to be more then you thought.
-Nightkrow-
Yea... Son of bitch had a great idea, and it worked to perfection... But the Endless Battle Royal is something totally different, and those heavy metal boots won't help him this time...
Jarvis takes a few more long drags off the blunt then reaches down by his feet to put the blunt into a small round black ashtray to let it burn out. The raging camp fire is now a lot smaller. Nightkrow picks up a thick stick up and stirs the fire some then he tosses the stick in the fire. Nightkrow reaches over and picks a small chopped log and throws it in the fire then he picks up another and tosses it in to the opposite side of the other newly log.
-Jarvis-
You have to do me one little favor, Kyle... Knock the shit out of that racist mother fucker, Ronald Williams... He'd be a real good reason for me to sign that contract, he wants to skeet on niggers... I'll show him what surprise buttsex is all about. I'm no homo, but Williams has a rimming coming to his ass...
Nightkrow busts out laughing.
-Nightkrow-
HA!... You know his type, we've ran into them before... These guys who want to see how far they can push the envelop; to see how far they can take it... Granted Ronald Williams holds nothing back, and that's a courageous sick mother fuckin' goofball... He doesn't give a damn what the bosses say, or what anyone thinks about him... His "Easter Special" said it all... He has a god complex... He truly believes he is God... He feeds off the hate, and takes the fear from the people that he berates to turn it against them... He's going to take it to the next highest level, and then some... His match with Daniel Fenrir was a very brutal match. I have not seen anything like that in a very very long time... Neither one of them came out of that match the same as before... Williams became a little more crazier, and Fenrir's fuse was lit.
-Jarvis-
Who are you most worried about in the royal?...
Nightkrow smiles then puts his hand on his chin looking directly on Jarvis.
-Nightkrow-
Who am I most worried about?... Hmm... Williams for sure, but one I have to go with is The Kneeling Disciple... This kid has improved a lot here lately... He's shown up these past few weeks and shown the world what he can really do... He has taken his time and he has learned what it takes to make it in this business and he's becoming a rising star in the ICW... He wants to go to space and be an astronaut and take the Earth has his own... He has adopted that into the wrestling business in a very creative way. But he's still young in this business and still needs to learn... I think the battle on Sunday will take its toll on him and will be a little overwhelming for him... Then again the young have pulled many tricks out of their hats and pulled some amazing feats in the past... I just don't know if The Kneeling Disciple can be one of those talents...
Another one I'm worried about is Phoenix... Currently shes been stuck up Byson's ass willing and waiting for whatever she wants from him... She's just like Morgan Kaname from cWo... Another ruthless bitch who wants everything and she'll do whatever it takes to get her way... She got the final entrant in the royal... And I know she wants the top title badly... She'll fly high like me and try to capture it.
But the most I am worried about, has to be Fenrir... He's like me in a way, we're both people who like to inflict pain to our opponents... But he likes to show his power in a technical stand point as I like to stay strictly to the ground and pace my moves from there as you know... But he is very battered and bruised at the moment... He's coming off another close win in another merciless battle with Jack... He thinks the fire can burn forever, but there comes a time when all flames must go out. Even the stars eventually run out of fuel. It's only a matter of time 'til his body runs out of energy... But his mentality will keep him going for a little longer... And that championship he carries will keep his spirits high... In time his inferno will put out though...
I'm going to need eyes all around my head for this match... It's going to be a very insane hectic battle...
Jarvis nods his head with his eyes blood shot red and his eyelids nearly closed.
-Jarvis-
What the hell did you bring us to munch on?...
Nightkrow grins at Jarvis, then reaches into the cooler and pulls out four honeybuns and tosses two towards Jarvis. Jarvis catches one but drops the other. Nightkrow shakes his head chuckling to himself.
-Nightkrow-
See, that shit will fuck with your dexterity...
-Jarvis-
Well, if you learned how to throw right, maybe I can catch the damn thing...
Both men laugh. They unwrap the honeybuns and Jarvis devours his while Nightkrow takes his time with his snack. Jarvis looks up at Nightkrow.
-Jarvis-
Well, I must admit, the way you talk about the ICW stars, I can see that spark back in your eye. The cWo took a lot out of ya... After the shit that went down behind scenes, but I can see the old Nightkrow coming out of that shell now...
Nightkrow nods his head at Jarvis with a small smile. They start eating their second honeybun as the camera begins to fade to black.
-Nightkrow & Man-
Ahhhh...
Nightkrow shakes his head then smiles.
-Nightkrow-
Now, that's the good stuff right there, my friend... What you think Jarvis?...
Jarvis coughs a little then spits on the ground. Nightkrow chuckles.
-Jarvis-
You know I love this shit, man. Even if it chokes me the fuck out...
Both men laugh. Few seconds of silence passes as they sip on their drinks.
-Nightkrow-
Well, have you decided on what you're going to do?...
Jarvis just shrugs his shoulders.
-Jarvis-
Not yet...
-Nightkrow-
Man, you need to sign that damn contract already... You know you miss the business...
-Jarvis-
I do... It's... Well, you know...
Nightkrow cracks a half smile, disappointed just staring at Jarvis as Jarvis looks away.
-Nightkrow-
Yea, your fucking father still wants you to take over the fucking business. You're a great business man, but you're even a greater wrestler... You were born for this business, hell; you're built for it... You should come watch Last Man Standing this Sunday, and watch all the great competitors in action. ICW has a lot them and all of them are damn talented...
Jarvis smiles and nods his head.
-Jarvis-
Alright... Alright... I'll come to the show with ya, and see the ICW stars live in action for myself...
-Nightkrow-
Good... I'm telling ya, once you've seen a show live, you're not gonna want to leave... I know you. You'll want to get in that ring...
Jarvis laughs.
-Jarvis-
Probably so...
A lingering silence takes over. An owl hoots from a far somewhere. Jarvis leans down and picks up a small brown box. He opens it delighted and pulls out a hand rolled blunt. He reaches into his blue jean pocket and pulls out a silver Zippo. He flicks the top open then strikes the lighter. He puffs on the blunt to get it lit. A small breeze sifts the fire from the Zippo burning the index finger and thumb of Jarvis. Jarvis quickly flicks his hand, closing the Zippo top then he shakes his hand in agony.
-Jarvis-
MOTHERR FUCKEERRR!
Nightkrow busts out laughing. Jarvis stares at Nightkrow with a look that tells him to shut the hell up. Jarvis takes a few long puffs to get the end burning on the blunt. The cherry glows bright red as he takes a long drag off of the blunt. He begins to choke, he tries to pass it over to Nightkrow, but Nightkrow waves his hand.
-Nightkrow-
Nah man, it’s all you. You know I quit that shit a while ago...
Jarvis coughs as he looks at Nightkrow.
-Jarvis-
Yea... Yea...
Nightkrow snickers. The silence takes back over as Nightkrow sips on his drink while Jarvis smokes his blunt and sips on his drink. Nightkrow is looking out into the distance.
-Jarvis-
I guess Israel's metal boots proved to be more then you thought.
-Nightkrow-
Yea... Son of bitch had a great idea, and it worked to perfection... But the Endless Battle Royal is something totally different, and those heavy metal boots won't help him this time...
Jarvis takes a few more long drags off the blunt then reaches down by his feet to put the blunt into a small round black ashtray to let it burn out. The raging camp fire is now a lot smaller. Nightkrow picks up a thick stick up and stirs the fire some then he tosses the stick in the fire. Nightkrow reaches over and picks a small chopped log and throws it in the fire then he picks up another and tosses it in to the opposite side of the other newly log.
-Jarvis-
You have to do me one little favor, Kyle... Knock the shit out of that racist mother fucker, Ronald Williams... He'd be a real good reason for me to sign that contract, he wants to skeet on niggers... I'll show him what surprise buttsex is all about. I'm no homo, but Williams has a rimming coming to his ass...
Nightkrow busts out laughing.
-Nightkrow-
HA!... You know his type, we've ran into them before... These guys who want to see how far they can push the envelop; to see how far they can take it... Granted Ronald Williams holds nothing back, and that's a courageous sick mother fuckin' goofball... He doesn't give a damn what the bosses say, or what anyone thinks about him... His "Easter Special" said it all... He has a god complex... He truly believes he is God... He feeds off the hate, and takes the fear from the people that he berates to turn it against them... He's going to take it to the next highest level, and then some... His match with Daniel Fenrir was a very brutal match. I have not seen anything like that in a very very long time... Neither one of them came out of that match the same as before... Williams became a little more crazier, and Fenrir's fuse was lit.
-Jarvis-
Who are you most worried about in the royal?...
Nightkrow smiles then puts his hand on his chin looking directly on Jarvis.
-Nightkrow-
Who am I most worried about?... Hmm... Williams for sure, but one I have to go with is The Kneeling Disciple... This kid has improved a lot here lately... He's shown up these past few weeks and shown the world what he can really do... He has taken his time and he has learned what it takes to make it in this business and he's becoming a rising star in the ICW... He wants to go to space and be an astronaut and take the Earth has his own... He has adopted that into the wrestling business in a very creative way. But he's still young in this business and still needs to learn... I think the battle on Sunday will take its toll on him and will be a little overwhelming for him... Then again the young have pulled many tricks out of their hats and pulled some amazing feats in the past... I just don't know if The Kneeling Disciple can be one of those talents...
Another one I'm worried about is Phoenix... Currently shes been stuck up Byson's ass willing and waiting for whatever she wants from him... She's just like Morgan Kaname from cWo... Another ruthless bitch who wants everything and she'll do whatever it takes to get her way... She got the final entrant in the royal... And I know she wants the top title badly... She'll fly high like me and try to capture it.
But the most I am worried about, has to be Fenrir... He's like me in a way, we're both people who like to inflict pain to our opponents... But he likes to show his power in a technical stand point as I like to stay strictly to the ground and pace my moves from there as you know... But he is very battered and bruised at the moment... He's coming off another close win in another merciless battle with Jack... He thinks the fire can burn forever, but there comes a time when all flames must go out. Even the stars eventually run out of fuel. It's only a matter of time 'til his body runs out of energy... But his mentality will keep him going for a little longer... And that championship he carries will keep his spirits high... In time his inferno will put out though...
I'm going to need eyes all around my head for this match... It's going to be a very insane hectic battle...
Jarvis nods his head with his eyes blood shot red and his eyelids nearly closed.
-Jarvis-
What the hell did you bring us to munch on?...
Nightkrow grins at Jarvis, then reaches into the cooler and pulls out four honeybuns and tosses two towards Jarvis. Jarvis catches one but drops the other. Nightkrow shakes his head chuckling to himself.
-Nightkrow-
See, that shit will fuck with your dexterity...
-Jarvis-
Well, if you learned how to throw right, maybe I can catch the damn thing...
Both men laugh. They unwrap the honeybuns and Jarvis devours his while Nightkrow takes his time with his snack. Jarvis looks up at Nightkrow.
-Jarvis-
Well, I must admit, the way you talk about the ICW stars, I can see that spark back in your eye. The cWo took a lot out of ya... After the shit that went down behind scenes, but I can see the old Nightkrow coming out of that shell now...
Nightkrow nods his head at Jarvis with a small smile. They start eating their second honeybun as the camera begins to fade to black.
