Another Day, Another Rhyme
My rhymes are
so ill, they're on the floor, clutching their chests
Or in a hospital
bed, under cardiac arrest
When you mess
with the best
You fall with
the rest
And it's
just suicide when you walk into the lunatic's nest
It's not about
the money or the crowd for what it's worth
Nothing exists
once you step out onto my turf
I'll take you
out, make you bleed, and even hurt myself
I'd do anything
it takes to put your ass on the shelf
-Lou Nattik
Another day in the life of Lou Nattik. Tough. In a week or so, I haven't made a single attempt to put Johnny Street out and some think that maybe I should just let it go. What's done is done but that's far from the point. When I came here, it was about proving something to myself. It was about showing that I could defeat someone that I'd been gunning for since the beginning but now it's different. It was all fine and dandy when it was just me and him, one-on-one but when he had those goons join the fray and when he went as far as trying to end my career. Well, that did it. That was the last straw. He wants to play games- I'm the hardcore fanatic. We'll play. This started out simple but it's going to end in sheer destruction and even if we have to take down this empire of a company. It will end here. This isn't GWF, Johnny. I'm not just a novice anymore. I can hang with you now. You're not some king on a high horse anymore. To me, you're nothing more than easy pickings and my ticket to sweet revenge. 1999 wasn't that long ago. That night is still fresh in my mind. I remember it all, Johnny. It's easy for you to forget. You didn't have to go through hell that night and you were lucky because you were scheduled for it. It was almost as if it were yesterday. You probably didn't lose any sleep over it. You were the lucky one but I....I had to live with it from that night right on to this very day. I'll NEVER forget. In one night, I went from being on the top to falling in a downward spiral of misery. Revenge is inevitable, Johnny. You will pay. That's a guarantee.
Damn, I've missed the last two events. I've got a lot of catching up to do. Gotta get to work....
The scene opens up in a hummer that's packed in with people. One of those people happen to be The D.O.P.I, himself, LoU NaTTiK. You remember some of these people, Street. You remember Phrite. You should remember Tanya. Or do you not care about your past enough to even bother. Nonetheless, there's another point in my favor because bad scouting leaves you open to all sorts of danger and that's exactly what we want. You thought that I was a load to handle? Just wait until you meet my friends.....
Tanya: Where ARE we going?
Lou: To pick up a friend.
Phrite: How come you never call a brotha or nuthin'.
Lou: Been busy.....
Phrite: Aight..........so.......whatchu been up to?
*Silence*
Tanya: Yeah, we haven't heard from you in a while.
*More silence*
Phrite: Dayum. Mr. Cynical all of a sudden.....
Lou: I've just been thinking. Why don't you guys join me again and we can, you know, be what we were.
Phrite: A moving orgy?
Lou: Not exactly.
Tanya: Are you asking to reform, Louie. Spit it out.
Lou: Well I'm in desperate need of allies and....
Phrite: Oh, so we the last resort now? I see how it is....
Lou: No no no. I need backup. Of course, you've been my first choice the whole time. Just chill....damn.
Phrite: I'm just playin' with ya, yo. You know how we do. Now, who exactly are we against because you're usually one of those lone wolf-type peeps.
Tanya: True and what role do I play in this because I can be of no physical help.
Lou: But you could always watch my back. You have eyes, don't you?
Tanya: Then count me in.
Phrite: Aiyo, I can't let my boy down so yeah, I've got yo' back.
*Lou grabs the wheel and makes a turn down an old dirt road. The street is filled with potholes and the reunited Tripecta hold on for their lives as the car goes down the rocky path. They stop in front of a rugged cabin and sit silently, anticipating something...*
Lou: Here we go.....
*The cabin door swings open, revealing a tall, slender man, standing at about 6'3. His crimson red pants stand out near the dilapidated cabin and what seems to be a dog stands at heel. The man and his pet walk down to the awaiting vehicle.*
Tanya: Who the.....
Phrite: What the....
*The man steps into the vehicle, shotgun to our Extreme Idol and he shoots a quick smirk to the friends in the back. His beast of a pet hops into the back, a doglike creature...wait...it's a........*
Phrite: YO! THAT'S A FREAKIN' WOLF, YO! .......oh SHI-
*The beast leaps at the frightened Phrite (no pun intended) and in a display of affection, licks that scared expression off of his face. It's tame....*
Tanya: Big thug man afraid of a cute puppy. (turns to wolf) You're cute, yes you are....
Guest: The name's Jack....Jack Fear, my name of course, and that's no cute puppy you have there. That thing'll snap your hand off if he's unsure of himself. Ripper, there, is not your run-of-the-mill creature, he's an attack dog.
Tanya: I.........see....
Jack Fear: ....................................
Tanya: .........................................
Phrite: .........................................
Lou: Ch'yeah............
Jack: So let's go now.....
Lou: Whatever.........
*Lou hits the gas and they take off down the road, probably to some arena or something. Who cares but this trio turned quartet is set to reek havoc on some poor soul. Most likely Street. Let's leave it at that. Fade.......*
