Click here for "Cold" by Static-X
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-- Nemo me impune lacessit! -- ( Let him who offend me beware! ) -[ The scene opens up inside of the Presidential lobby at Zill Towers. A secretary is busy at her desk typing on her keyboard and smacking her gum like the blonde air-head that she is. Just then, the main doors swing open and in walks B-Pac with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles trapper keeper under his arm and a cigarette in his mouth. The secretary is alarmed by this and quickly jumps to her feet. ]- Secretary: "Sir, you can't smoke in here! You'll have to step outside of this lobby if you intend on smoking that cigarette." B-Pac" "No I don't. You see... this is no tobacco cigarette." Secretary: "UGH! So you're smoking marijuana inside of Zill Towers?! I will call security immediately!" B-Pac: "No, you dumb b!#ch... only losers smoke dope. This is a special smokeless cigarette... I'm trying to cut back you see." Secretary: "Uhh... oh, I see. I guess that is fine. What can I do for you, sir?" B-Pac: "You can do lots for me baby... but I'm not here for loving... I'm here to see Prez Lames." Secretary: "Prez Lames? I'm sorry, sir. There is noone here by that name." B-Pac: "Okay, maybe you didn't get it. That was a joke. I was making fun of his name... Lames / James... get it? They must not require a high school education at this place. Doesn't surprise me, though." Secretary: "I'm sorry, sir. Prez Lam... Prez James is busy at the moment... he's... uhhh... ummm... in a meeting with... errr... someone." B-Pac: "Damn, spit it out... or... do you swallow?" Secretary: "Swallow? I'm not sure what you mean... but no matter, the President is busy at the moment." B-Pac: "Well, that's okay. I can imagine who he's "meeting" with at the moment... I've noticed someone doing some special ass-kissing here and there. I absolutely do not want to walk in on one of "their meetings". I was just looking for some information on some people... maybe you can assist me with that?" Secretary: "Oh, certainly. I can help you with information. What were you looking to find out?" B-Pac: "I was looking for information on Floyd... we're teaming together but he doesn't seem to want to contact me or show his face... Soooo I'm doing some research of my own." Secretary: "Floyd what, sir" B-Pac: "Umm... f**k if I know... all I know is that his name is Floyd." Secretary: "Okay, sir, let me search for his name on our database... ... ... ... ... Okay sir, I have the matches for the name Floyd. Is it Montgomery-Floyd Regional Library? " B-Pac: "Uhh... next." Secretary: "Cliff Floyd?" B-Pac: "No, he's a baseball player. Next." Secretary: "Floyd's Record Shop in Southern Louisiana?" B-Pac: "Lady, that is a record shop... I'm looking for the wrestler named Floyd!" Secretary: "Ah-ha! I found it! ... PINK Floyd!" B-Pac: "... Okay, let's skip Floyd for now. How about some information on Nothing?" Secretary: "With all due respect, sir... why would you want information on "nothing"?" B-Pac: "I'll be damned if you aren't THE STUPIDEST person that I have ever met in my entire life! I can see that this conversation is going nowhere..." -[ Frusterated, B-Pac tosses his TMNT trapper keeper in the garbage and storms out of the lobby, slamming the door behind him. The glass window of the door shatters onto the floor as B-Pac stops and looks back to it. ]- B-Pac: "Put that on my tab... and this, too." -[ B-Pac grabs a television set that is sitting on a table in the lounge area (which is currently playing the ever-so-popular Spatter and Nothing promo) and lunges it at the wall, causing sparks and smoke to rise from the set as the television falls to the ground. B-Pac continues storming down the hallway but immediately stops and gets right in the cameraman's face. ]- B-Pac: "Let me tell you something... I never "accepted" this match as you said. I never accepted a damn thing. I just look to see who I'll be fighting for the week and go about my business. I don't care who it is. My job here is to wrestle and I get paid well to do it... so that is exactly what I'll do. I'll wrestle who they tell me to and I'll like it... but they can kiss my ass with all of that behind the scenes s#!t that I've been doing for free. I've seen too many people screwed over too many times for my liking by these corporate ass-holes... good people... people that helped build this f**king place and have bled and busted their asses for this pile of s#!t company. Spatter, Nothing, I have no reason to hate you guys... I never had a reason to hate anyone... Especially guys who are blinded by the corporation. The people I needed to hate were the people that were telling me to hate... I was just a toy for these fed-head to play with. They said hate you and hate you i did. But that all stops now. I'm here to do my job... and that does not involve causing myself more harm that it's worth. I've been needing to face some guys like you... I've been needing to be humbled and to have some sense beat into me... exactly like Revelation did to me the other week. I'm starting to realize how full of s#!t these people are for expecting us to be their pawns and wait on them hand and foot." -[ As B-Pac reaches the exit door, a cloud of smoke is seen around him. He smiffs the air and smells the scent of a real cigarette. He takes his smokeless cigarette out of his mouth and eyes it down... nope, it's not that one. Just then, as B-Pac turns around, there stands "The Legendary" Floyd. ]- "The Legendary" Floyd: "Heh. You're B-Pac, my partner right?" B-Pac: "Yeah... that's me. You're Floyd?" "The Legendary" Floyd: "Yeah... that's me." B-Pac: "Great... I've been looking all over for you. We have some strategy to work on." "The Legendary" Floyd: "I'm ready when you are." B-Pac: "Err... but before that, mind if I get a "real" cigarette from you? All I've got are these smokeless ones and I'm trying to cut back and..." "The Legendary" Floyd: "I understand... here." -[ B-Pac lights up the cigarette as the two men exit the building and walk off into the parking lot as the scene fades... to... black. ]- |