Post by Nate Bishop on Oct 12, 2011 23:04:38 GMT -5
RP1
UWA
:: The scene opens up with a little preempted trick or treating. Nate Bishop is walking down the street of an up scale neighborhood in a suit and tie complete with a Barack Obama mask on. The moon is high in the sky as the leaves rustle in the trees. Followed behind Nate are his followers. “ The guys” who wear their white t-shirts and “N.B’s “ written on their forheads. The camera dissolves and reopens on nate who approaches his first house with a large pillow case in hand. The door opens an Nate responds with that classic line. :
Nate: I did not have sexual relations with that intern!
Man 1 : What?
Nate: Trick or treat motha fucka!
:: Nate hip checks the man into the door and storms into the house and starts stealing little trinkets and valuables before exiting the house but not before kicking the man in the ribs as he leaves. Back outside Nate stands before his followers and makes a speech. ::
Nate: Change is coming!
:: Nate rips the mask off. ::
Nate: Change is coming Klayton! You were handed that title around your waist along with your last two wins because Odin Balfore just allows you to exist. I bet you feel really proud of the fact, don’t you? Just like all these fools who I let exist. The only difference is that at Rush Hour, I’m not letting you slip by so damn easy! The TV title, the Rush Hour title.. I went on an competed, straight up worked for that. I over came odds that not even you would be able to come back from. You’re just a pee-on piss ant like the rest of the wretched followers in the world but I , I hold your salvation. I hold yours like I hold all theirs. You won’t have your three hundred year old broad to sit in your corner with her canyon sized clam to stink out the arena. You won’t have your slave to whip an yell at when I’m whooping your ass from pillar to post, back and forth, showing you all the mistakes you’ve made in this ring.
No.. you won’t.
You get to preach about change or some bogus second coming- you never were in the first place so don’t even bother repeating. Just look around you though, at Rush Hour its true, I’ll have all of my followers- all of them hating on you. Its distracting, nerve racking and most of all strategy unraveling. How can you square off against the Future that is The Rush Hour Champion? I guess we’ll see if you can reap what you sow but listen up Klayton- that acts got to go. Ain’t no one believing in you- they have no choice they see in it ME. Nate Bishops back in the game.. All you do better is envy!
Wallow in your pity, have your friends lick your wounds because Monday night at Rush Hour I’mma make you lick my boots. Lick my boots with your broken teeth when I kick em down your throat.. Ya bitch, chickletts..
CROWD:
TRICK OR TREAT!
Nate: Trick or treat, trade a candy for my smelly feet. Your title, a priceless snore fest that the AARP let you keep. I ain’t them an they sure as hell ain’t me- take a step back your pedestal, look around and see the miracle.. Right in front of you.. NATE BISHOP the creator of history, the tailor in the shop weaving you patterns of spiritual symmetry.. Chemistry there’s no mistaking it. Bishops coming at you strong with the power of a million more.. The voiceless, the mindless.. Company that I know you keep.. Got little Kato over there to bow at ya feet
I’ll make you bow after I make you GO TO SLEEP its inevitable so why not just admit defeat?
Is that too much for you? Are you to proud to spit them words like Denise is to proud to tell you that she’s got more STD’s then vowel-less EYE exam?
Don’t play them games I know your kind..you can’t see the dark side of things an you think that I’m lying. It’s ok though cuz I was just like you. Arrogant for no reason until time stood still. Time stands still when its just us in that ring an its you gotta prepare and study on how to play my game. I’m a professional, consummate an literal. Yet here you are barking about change- this old guard, new guard.. Idiot it’s the same.
They allow you stand, to breath and make boasts
The censors try to shut me up because they know that I bring noise. A lot of noise, more then you’ll be hearin when I knock so far out they’ll be callin you the lost boy. Lost boy, head straight on till morning the hospital will see you coming and when you come too they’ll welcome you back to the way of the living and you’ll be just like them..
The voiceless…
:: Nate holds up the Obama mask. ::
Nate: You want change? Fuck you.. I’ll be the one to bring it..
Believe.. Cuz I ain’t givin you no other options..
::fade to black. ::
