Post by Beau Del Sol on Feb 22, 2018 19:26:27 GMT -5
Are You Cereal, He's Going Psico?[Off the strip in a rather seedy place is where Jay has ended up driving his hearse around Vegas. He's reclined back behind the wheel as Drowning Pools "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" plays through the speakers. A burning blunt, smoked 2/3rds of the way through is burning in a foldout ashtray. Frost creeps down neighborhood streets his eyes extremely bloodshot and hung low, as a stoner might say, he's chink eyed. As he cruises at a snails pace an inaudible voice can be heard coming from the back. Without turning around Jay slides open the partition separating him from the back. John Frost laid In the hearse like a deadman. He suddenly sat up, waking up.]
Jay: Negro lay your white ass down and go back to sleep. There's a couple of roaches in the cigarette pack so smoke those and shut the hell up!
[John exhaled aggressively and John plopped back down. Jay changed the music putting it on: on Beethoven. He peered at one of the cameras while lighting up his cigar.]
Jay: What nigga a black man can't listen to some classical music, it's oh so relaxing. Why your eyes watering and your coughing up a damn storm?
Camera Man: Can you roll the windows down I'm allergic to smoke...
Jay: White boy put your chest out and man up. We gonna be Cheech and Chong in this bitch.
Camera Man: How do you feel about your last show in Vegas?
Jay: Bitter sweet my brother. I've helped a lot of sinners in this city but soon I'll have to move on to help more across the nation!
Camera Man: You feel like you have any unfinished business here?
Jay: No I've done what I can, the only unfinished business I have is whatever John has started.
Camera Man: Well, I'm sure you've seen the card, what do you think about your match?
[Jay grinned, pulling hard drags off the blunt. He reached down out of camera site and pulled out a box of Fruit Loops and began ferociously eating them, fruit loops going everywhere.]
Jay: Shit, I'm hungry bro! Cereal Man your right I should've dove into your cereal theory at the first clash this shit I scrumptious! Although your food is good it's hard for me to take you seriously. I mean you only talk about cereal, does your personality have any substance or are you just as dumb as a box of crayons, maybe you should try Crayon Man, all the little kids will like you more, I mean that is your only available audience. Not only that what has your tired broke cereal ass done in the 201 Division beside be a stepping stone for the rest of us?
Monday night, last night in Vegas and I have to spend time with you, in front of God and the AW Universe, I can only hope they both forgive me because I can see me and Psico taking you out as a team right away, you see me and Psico have a score to settle...
And as for you Psico we've been in limbo, but I've got God on my side and you need to be baptized because your just a hidden demon walking in my world. Mr. Action himself is officiating and I'm going to make sure I destroy you because I can see a title shot around the corner and you or no one else will stop me, even if I have to put Action in his place. He beat me, he's my main target. Psico your just a jobber, a stepping stone, a platform to get to that title. Because you know my campaign slogan, "I will be the first black 201 Champion, period!
[Jay rolls the window down throwing out the burned down blunt and sliding open the partition to the back.]
Jay: Almost here you got my rocks lil bro!
[John raised up a bag of crack rocks, smoke whirling in the back with John.]
Jay: Almost there keep it with you lil homie.
[The scene fades out as Jay puts his hand over the camera lens.]