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The soft roar of two motorcycles on the soft black road starts to get louder
as the picture becomes clearer. VROOOM! The motorcycles speed passed.
Then all of a sudden the camera concentrates on one of the biker. He looks
at the other and signals with a nod to look ahead. The other looks back at
him through the dark shield on his helmet and nods his head. The camera finally
turns to a city a few miles up ahead with the two riders riding up on the
road toward the depressing dark city as the sun settles on the redish horizon.
]
[
Soon the bikers enter the streets dodging cars, trucks, and other things. The
two bikers turn right and stop in front of an old Italian restaurant. Both bikers
park their bikes get off and enter the restaurant. One of the bikers takes off
his helmet revealing his face. The other takes his offand begins to talk to
a nearby man eating at a table. ]
Trash:
Hey.
Lou right? Remember me? The man raises his head from his lasagna and begins
to talk.
Man:
((whipping
some sauce off his face)) Yeah I do. Trash. The man might want to see you.
[
The man gets up and starts to walk to the back of the restaurant. Trash follows.
Meanwhile the other rider, K-Dawg, sits where the man was sitting earlier grabs
a newspaper and begins to read it. In the back Trash standing in front of another
man hugs him, lets him go, steps back and begins to talk. ]
Trash:
It
has been awhile.
Man:
Yeah.
Yes, it has been Trash. I saw you on Saturday. Beating Croft down along with
your friend, well your manager now K-Dawg. Then Adon. Well, I say you deserved
that, boy, for what you did. Like what you did with that gang and my.... The
family. The mob. You shit. Why the hell are you here?
Trash:
((Trash frowns and raises eyebrow and begins to speak)) I don’t really know
why I’m here and I PAID for what I did. One year was taken from me in jail.
Dad.
Dad:
Gunner, Get the HELL out of here... and damn
straight you deserved that year taken from you. Just leave and don’t show your
face here again EVER.
[
Trash gets up and starts to walkaway. He meets with K-Dawg that’s very into
an article. Trash rips away the newspaper from K-Dawg and throws it down violently.
]
Trash:
Lets go...NOW!
[ K-Dawg shrugs his shoulders and walks behind Trash.
Trash and K-Dawg get on their bikes outside of the Italian restaurant. They
ride away. ]
(((scene fads)))
[ A few blocks away from the restaurant Trash and K-Dawg are standing outside
an old rundown building. K-Dawg starts to talk.]
K-Dawg: So dude. Why the hell did we go
to that restaurant? I thought you hated Italian food.
Trash: I never said that man and plus
I’m Italian. Italians suppose to like Italian food.
K-Dawg:
Huh.
Okay Gunner so whats up with that dude
Trash:
My Dad. ((K-Dawg opens up his eyes very big)) Yeah he is the head
of the Sisoty Family. ((K-Dawg looking very puzzled)) One of the many Italian
mob families.
K-Dawg:
Shit Gunner.
Trash:
Yeah shit is right KD. Man if It wasn't for many turns of events or mistakes
I would have been the main man in the Family. Or at least the right hand man
to my father. ((Trash sighs)) You see I ((Trash lighting a stoke)) got an
idea to expand and conquer Detroit by having a local but very powerful biker
gang join my father. But that's another subject. Now on to why were here my
good man.
[ Trash and K-Dawg turns to enter the building. In it
they walk up stairs and into a room with no door. In the room is a brown dirty
mattress that looks like its been slept on and through hell. Next to it a
small wood table that has a lamp on it. Trash walks over to it and turns it
on. Over the mattress is a Pantera poster. Trash looks at it and smiles and
sits down on the mattress. He then turns to K-Dawg and begins to talk.]
Trash: This brings back memories KD. Man
I use to live here. Unlike Croft which lives in a huge house. Well, I proved
to him that to never ever mess with the Gunner. You know what KD? I would’ve
had that match won if it wasn't for that shit Adon. The Genetic Freak. ((Trash
turns to the camera and begins to talk)) I realize that you can't fight so
you have to attack people from behind. Well, this coming Saturday like what
you said. I've been stalking you for two weeks. Well, you know what Adon?
Stalking. That's just straight out cowardly. If you want me to beat your ass
just come to me face to face man. I also I realized that there will be two
more wrestlers in the Fatal Four Way match. The Last Wrestler. A good man.
That Damn Crow. Don’t know him too much but I know one thing Adon. They want
tohurt you and hurt you a lot. But I don't want to hurt you I want to cripple
you. Gun you down. Destroy you. I repeat. When you see me holding the Totally
Insane Title above your head. You will Consider yourself Gunned down. Bloody.
Tried. Destroyed.
[ Trash gets up looks at the Pantera poster once more
then at K-Dawg and starts to walk followed by K-Dawg down the stairs. Trash
and K-Dawg get on their bikes outside Trash's old place and ride away. The
camera raises to the dark sky and the city lights turns on the streets of
Detroit as the scene fads to black. ]
