Post by Mekong Delta on Mar 31, 2011 17:33:02 GMT -5
The scene opens in a barbershop in Brooklyn. Mekong Delta is sitting in a chair while the barber, a bespectacled old man with salt and pepper colored hair, trims his afro. The barber, who is whistling while he works, makes a few final cuts to Kong's 'fro and then lays his scissors down on a tray next to the chair. The barber observes his handiwork and hands Kong a mirror so that he can get a closer look. Kong checks his hair in the mirror and nods his head as if liking what he sees.
Mekong: This shit look tight, Curtis. You still got it, old man!
Kong reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money. He pays Curtis for the haircut and throws in an extra twenty bucks as a tip.
Curtis: Thank you, young brotha!
Kong stands up and pulls off the hair-cutting apron that had been covering his clothes. Kong is wearing a gold chain, a white tank top, blue jeans and Timberland boots. He pulls his afro comb out of his pocket and makes a few final touches to his hair before turning his attention to the camera that's filming the scene.
Mekong: Oh hello, Mr. Cameraman! I figure I might as well look my best if I'm gonna be wrestling for a World's Championship in two days!
The patrons in the shop let out a cheer for their hometown hero; homeboys, old ladies, little kids and a blind man among them.
"You go, Kong! Whoop them white boys!" "Bring the belts home to BK!" "Who that talking? Is that little Mekong Delta?"
Mekong: You see this love, Mr. Cameraman? These my people! These my homies! This my family! We grew up together! We live and die together! We break bread together! I'm talking about Brooklyn, bitch!
"That's right! That's right! You tell 'em, Kong!"
Mekong: I don't come from no wealthy family. My mom and pop busted they asses everyday to put food on the table for me and my brother JT! JT served this country overseas! He died serving this country! I live everyday of my life to honor JT, to honor my mom and pop, to honor my hood! For so many years I struggled to put food on the table and clothes on my back. Now I'm one win away from becoming a champion! Unlike some people I'm willing to put in the hard work that it takes to be successful!
Kong sneers as he stares into the camera.
Mekong: Adam Young! I've seen your punk ass around in other companies. I've watched you on the TV getting your ass beat down week after week. I know all about you and your boy Adams. You got nothing for me and my partner, homie! We gonna destroy you. We gonna make you our bitches! It's time to face facts, homie: You suck. You both suck, you and your boy. The only way that you'll ever get a title is by having it handed to you! Me, on the other hand? I've worked for everything that I have!
Mekong flexes his arm for the camera.
Mekong: You see this bicep? This bicep comes from the steroids that I bought with my money... My money that I earned from hustling on the streets and busting fools upside they heads! I'm gonna bust you upside the head, fool!
Kong looks around the barbershop and gazes at his fellow Brooklynites.
Mekong: What y'all think about Adam Young and the Big Time Jerks?
The room immediately descends into a cacophony of boos and catcalls.
"The BTJs suck shit, homie!" "You gonna kill those punk motherfuckers, brotha Kong!" "Beat they ass, Kong! Beat they ass!"
Kong turns his attention back to the camera.
Mekong: Yeah, that's what I thought. You ain't too popular around here, Young, especially after that shit you was talking about Brooklyn the other day. You said that you couldn't think of one decent wrestler to come out of "that piss hole of a city".
Kong cocks his head to the side, a look of disbelief on his face as he stares into the camera.
Mekong: Really, homie? You can't think of a single decent wrestler from Brooklyn? Apparently you're not just a shitty wrestler, you're a total moron too! Maybe you heard of Tazz, former ECW World Champion? Or how about Low-Ki? He's a former Ring of Honor World Champion and TNA X Division Champion. Oh, oh, I got another one... how about Homicide, another former ROH World Champion and X Division Champion? Yeah, I guess you forgot about them? Let me guess... you're from Texas so that means that you must be reppin' some crusty old white boys, right?
Kong laughs his ass off.
Mekong: Seriously though, seriously though! Adam Young, you talk a big game for a man with more losses than wins. If I got my ass kicked as much as you I think I would find something else to do with myself, like selling crack on the streets of Abilene. You ain't got any business in the ring with me, son. I'm gonna hurt you. And as far as you talking shit about Brooklyn I hope you roll up in here, you limp dicked lil sucker. Bring your big mouth and your red neck to BK and you'll get killed, bitch! RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
Kong lets out a primal scream as he pounds his chest like the King of the same name.
Mekong: This a man! This a man right here! I'm-a bring the hood to you and Adams on Saturday night, and you gonna know exactly what I'm talking about! You think you're gonna be the man who stands between me and my championship dreams, Young? No chance, bitch! I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig! Yeah, I know how you sick Southern bastards like that! And guess what? Your ass is gonna hurt like hell, sucka!
Kong grits his teeth and flares his nostrils.
Mekong: I'm done wasting my breath on that lame white boy. He ain't shit to me. I do however want to give a shout out to my boy Kyle Rogers. Kyle, you and me, homie! We gonna do this! We gonna bring the belts home, son! We gonna kick the BTJs in they stanky, punk-ass, inbred, redneck asses! Let's do this! Let's do work, son!
A cheer goes up from every man, woman and child in the barbershop.
"Do that work, Kong! Do that work!"
Kong bumps fists with his homies and puts on a freestyle rap performance as he celebrates with the crowd. The scene fades.
Mekong: This shit look tight, Curtis. You still got it, old man!
Kong reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money. He pays Curtis for the haircut and throws in an extra twenty bucks as a tip.
Curtis: Thank you, young brotha!
Kong stands up and pulls off the hair-cutting apron that had been covering his clothes. Kong is wearing a gold chain, a white tank top, blue jeans and Timberland boots. He pulls his afro comb out of his pocket and makes a few final touches to his hair before turning his attention to the camera that's filming the scene.
Mekong: Oh hello, Mr. Cameraman! I figure I might as well look my best if I'm gonna be wrestling for a World's Championship in two days!
The patrons in the shop let out a cheer for their hometown hero; homeboys, old ladies, little kids and a blind man among them.
"You go, Kong! Whoop them white boys!" "Bring the belts home to BK!" "Who that talking? Is that little Mekong Delta?"
Mekong: You see this love, Mr. Cameraman? These my people! These my homies! This my family! We grew up together! We live and die together! We break bread together! I'm talking about Brooklyn, bitch!
"That's right! That's right! You tell 'em, Kong!"
Mekong: I don't come from no wealthy family. My mom and pop busted they asses everyday to put food on the table for me and my brother JT! JT served this country overseas! He died serving this country! I live everyday of my life to honor JT, to honor my mom and pop, to honor my hood! For so many years I struggled to put food on the table and clothes on my back. Now I'm one win away from becoming a champion! Unlike some people I'm willing to put in the hard work that it takes to be successful!
Kong sneers as he stares into the camera.
Mekong: Adam Young! I've seen your punk ass around in other companies. I've watched you on the TV getting your ass beat down week after week. I know all about you and your boy Adams. You got nothing for me and my partner, homie! We gonna destroy you. We gonna make you our bitches! It's time to face facts, homie: You suck. You both suck, you and your boy. The only way that you'll ever get a title is by having it handed to you! Me, on the other hand? I've worked for everything that I have!
Mekong flexes his arm for the camera.
Mekong: You see this bicep? This bicep comes from the steroids that I bought with my money... My money that I earned from hustling on the streets and busting fools upside they heads! I'm gonna bust you upside the head, fool!
Kong looks around the barbershop and gazes at his fellow Brooklynites.
Mekong: What y'all think about Adam Young and the Big Time Jerks?
The room immediately descends into a cacophony of boos and catcalls.
"The BTJs suck shit, homie!" "You gonna kill those punk motherfuckers, brotha Kong!" "Beat they ass, Kong! Beat they ass!"
Kong turns his attention back to the camera.
Mekong: Yeah, that's what I thought. You ain't too popular around here, Young, especially after that shit you was talking about Brooklyn the other day. You said that you couldn't think of one decent wrestler to come out of "that piss hole of a city".
Kong cocks his head to the side, a look of disbelief on his face as he stares into the camera.
Mekong: Really, homie? You can't think of a single decent wrestler from Brooklyn? Apparently you're not just a shitty wrestler, you're a total moron too! Maybe you heard of Tazz, former ECW World Champion? Or how about Low-Ki? He's a former Ring of Honor World Champion and TNA X Division Champion. Oh, oh, I got another one... how about Homicide, another former ROH World Champion and X Division Champion? Yeah, I guess you forgot about them? Let me guess... you're from Texas so that means that you must be reppin' some crusty old white boys, right?
Kong laughs his ass off.
Mekong: Seriously though, seriously though! Adam Young, you talk a big game for a man with more losses than wins. If I got my ass kicked as much as you I think I would find something else to do with myself, like selling crack on the streets of Abilene. You ain't got any business in the ring with me, son. I'm gonna hurt you. And as far as you talking shit about Brooklyn I hope you roll up in here, you limp dicked lil sucker. Bring your big mouth and your red neck to BK and you'll get killed, bitch! RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
Kong lets out a primal scream as he pounds his chest like the King of the same name.
Mekong: This a man! This a man right here! I'm-a bring the hood to you and Adams on Saturday night, and you gonna know exactly what I'm talking about! You think you're gonna be the man who stands between me and my championship dreams, Young? No chance, bitch! I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig! Yeah, I know how you sick Southern bastards like that! And guess what? Your ass is gonna hurt like hell, sucka!
Kong grits his teeth and flares his nostrils.
Mekong: I'm done wasting my breath on that lame white boy. He ain't shit to me. I do however want to give a shout out to my boy Kyle Rogers. Kyle, you and me, homie! We gonna do this! We gonna bring the belts home, son! We gonna kick the BTJs in they stanky, punk-ass, inbred, redneck asses! Let's do this! Let's do work, son!
A cheer goes up from every man, woman and child in the barbershop.
"Do that work, Kong! Do that work!"
Kong bumps fists with his homies and puts on a freestyle rap performance as he celebrates with the crowd. The scene fades.