Post by SLAM II on Aug 25, 2009 15:27:03 GMT -4
The cameras roll outside of a Wal-Mart twentyfour hour mega-store two officers stand at the end of a long line of trustees. In this long line wearing his orange jumper rolled down to his waist, a white t-shirt, black safety glasses, his white old hat, and in his hands was a weedeater, none other then Slam 2. A black Escalde pulls up beside the big blue prison bus and out steps David Slam sr who walks up to the first officer.
-David Slam- "I'm here to pick up David Keith Slam junior for his piss test at AWA"
The officer looks at the other officer and nods to him, he walks up to Slam 2 and whispers in his ear. Slam 2 looks around looking at his father shuts down his weedeater and heads towards them.
-Officer- "You've got to sign him out at the bus, Officer Jenkins will ride with you two gentelmen"
-David Slam- "Great"
Slam 2 just walks past his father who grins stretching arms to recieve a hug but is cold shouldered. Slam sr grins and adjusts his Gucci suit jacket and follows.
-David Slam- "Landed into some hot water haven't you kid? Don't worry I'll have you out of it before the show this Sunday"
Slam 2 stops walking and turns to look at his father.
-Slam 2- "Won't be needed, I'll just serve my time"
Slam sr laughs shaking his head.
-David Slam- "No son of mine is going to fucking serve jail time"
-Slam 2- "Well no halfass washup is going to tell me how to run my shit"
-David Slam- "Listen do you care about your career? Your so called 'revenge'?"
-Slam 2- "I care only for my revenge, nothing else"
-David Slam- "Your not going to do it sitting behind some god damn jail bars weedeating grass, going to theropy, or sleeping all day! Have you confronted the person you want revenge on? Trained? Done a fucking thing with yourself?"
Slam 2 stepped up to his father getting as close to his face as he can, flips the bill of his hat back, and removes his sunglasses.
-Slam 2- "I've done right more shit with myself then you fucker! I don't have to hid behind fancy suits, live off the shadow of another superstar, and I damn sure don't run from every problem I have"
Slam sr laughed using a finger pushing his son back.
-David Slam- "Son your funny I don't live in the shadow of anther superstar, never have I've created my image"
-Slam 2- "You look like a Sheldon Reese degenerate fuck! Lets see the linking lines here the fancy suits, sunglasses that match exactly to Sheldons, and this big status that you think your the almighty himself"
Slam sr turns a little red and glares at his son.
-Slam 2- "You went insane, said fuck all the rules, and lost everything. I thought you was a Slam and not a Donzig. Growing up you said follow your own track don't follow those already made! But look at you lost your roots"
-David Slam- "Son I don't have roots! This is me this is your father I am the almighty! The buisness is all about money, asskicking, and being ahead of all the rest. But your jumping my case when you made yourself up competely!"
-Slam 2- "Hahah! I created Karson to hid from these fans who think tha Slam name is a god damn joke! I love my pot and I love my booze thats all true, I changed the name so I wouldn't be a fucking joke, and I wrestle to my roots old man"
-David Slam- "What roots are you talking about?!"
-Slam 2- "I build you up to do your best, I make you angry so you bring it all, and then...Then I beat you. I beat you at your best"
Slam sr cocks an eyebrow.
-Slam 2- "That was one of many quotes from you back in the NAW, you beat Assassin as yourself, and you beat him at his best. Somewhere you lost that all to money, bitches, and gold"
-David Slam- "This buisness has changed alot since the NAW kid, better superstars to challenge. You have to be up on the times"
-Slam 2- "Up on the times? I've done quiet well for myself so far win or lose, I've brought it all out there, left it in the ring, and I done it as myself...Per say under a different name"
Slam sr rubs his chin not breaking the glare with his son who returned it just as hard. He then turned heel
-David Slam- "Lets go do this before it gets to late"
Slam 2 pushes his glasses back onto his face and follows as the scene fades to black
-David Slam- "I'm here to pick up David Keith Slam junior for his piss test at AWA"
The officer looks at the other officer and nods to him, he walks up to Slam 2 and whispers in his ear. Slam 2 looks around looking at his father shuts down his weedeater and heads towards them.
-Officer- "You've got to sign him out at the bus, Officer Jenkins will ride with you two gentelmen"
-David Slam- "Great"
Slam 2 just walks past his father who grins stretching arms to recieve a hug but is cold shouldered. Slam sr grins and adjusts his Gucci suit jacket and follows.
-David Slam- "Landed into some hot water haven't you kid? Don't worry I'll have you out of it before the show this Sunday"
Slam 2 stops walking and turns to look at his father.
-Slam 2- "Won't be needed, I'll just serve my time"
Slam sr laughs shaking his head.
-David Slam- "No son of mine is going to fucking serve jail time"
-Slam 2- "Well no halfass washup is going to tell me how to run my shit"
-David Slam- "Listen do you care about your career? Your so called 'revenge'?"
-Slam 2- "I care only for my revenge, nothing else"
-David Slam- "Your not going to do it sitting behind some god damn jail bars weedeating grass, going to theropy, or sleeping all day! Have you confronted the person you want revenge on? Trained? Done a fucking thing with yourself?"
Slam 2 stepped up to his father getting as close to his face as he can, flips the bill of his hat back, and removes his sunglasses.
-Slam 2- "I've done right more shit with myself then you fucker! I don't have to hid behind fancy suits, live off the shadow of another superstar, and I damn sure don't run from every problem I have"
Slam sr laughed using a finger pushing his son back.
-David Slam- "Son your funny I don't live in the shadow of anther superstar, never have I've created my image"
-Slam 2- "You look like a Sheldon Reese degenerate fuck! Lets see the linking lines here the fancy suits, sunglasses that match exactly to Sheldons, and this big status that you think your the almighty himself"
Slam sr turns a little red and glares at his son.
-Slam 2- "You went insane, said fuck all the rules, and lost everything. I thought you was a Slam and not a Donzig. Growing up you said follow your own track don't follow those already made! But look at you lost your roots"
-David Slam- "Son I don't have roots! This is me this is your father I am the almighty! The buisness is all about money, asskicking, and being ahead of all the rest. But your jumping my case when you made yourself up competely!"
-Slam 2- "Hahah! I created Karson to hid from these fans who think tha Slam name is a god damn joke! I love my pot and I love my booze thats all true, I changed the name so I wouldn't be a fucking joke, and I wrestle to my roots old man"
-David Slam- "What roots are you talking about?!"
-Slam 2- "I build you up to do your best, I make you angry so you bring it all, and then...Then I beat you. I beat you at your best"
Slam sr cocks an eyebrow.
-Slam 2- "That was one of many quotes from you back in the NAW, you beat Assassin as yourself, and you beat him at his best. Somewhere you lost that all to money, bitches, and gold"
-David Slam- "This buisness has changed alot since the NAW kid, better superstars to challenge. You have to be up on the times"
-Slam 2- "Up on the times? I've done quiet well for myself so far win or lose, I've brought it all out there, left it in the ring, and I done it as myself...Per say under a different name"
Slam sr rubs his chin not breaking the glare with his son who returned it just as hard. He then turned heel
-David Slam- "Lets go do this before it gets to late"
Slam 2 pushes his glasses back onto his face and follows as the scene fades to black
