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Date Posted: 15:40:03 06/29/00 Thu
Author: dfsdf
Subject: dfdsfd

(Scene opens in a neighborhood, a nice neighborhood the streets freshly paved, the sidewalks with no cracks or chunks out of the concrete. The little mailboxes so nicely decorated with little bird ornaments and brass name plates. The lawns luscious and green very will kept mowed almost daily, there are even flower gardens and vegatables growing around the outside of the homes, tomatoes and a few rose bushes. A man is outside tending to his grill flipping hamburgers and hotdogs with the apron reading worlds best Daddy! He flips one in the air and catches it on his steel spatula the women sitting on the lawn furniture ooh, and Ah! at this display. They lay back sipping lemonade watching the chef at work while some small children scurry around playing tackle football in the front yard, next door the neighbors are coming over carrying some pie. The sky is blue with sparsely scattered grey rain clouds receeding the kids playing on a slip and slide outside in there front lawn enjoying the sun. Its a nice neighborhood, the type of place you would see on Tv no problems no crime, a modern everyday Mayberry even. The People go about there fun filled day as if there was nothing wrong with the world. Then in the Distance a thunderous boom rocks out over the neighborhood, everybody stops and looks wide eyed in the direction of the noise expecting to see some lighting or something but there is barely a trace of clouds in that direction. As they all stop and listen the Noise turns out not to be a thunderous boom but a constant series of echoing blasts that rattle the windows of thier homes. The children seem to scurry off like minature road runners in fear of the noise like an impending Apocalypse of some sort. The men tense up beads of sweat start to drip from the forheads, the man grabs his steel spatula and Metal tongs from the Grill standing ready as if some Culinary Gladiator. The other man picks up a rake laying on the ground like a soldier ready for war. The booming in the distance gets louder and louder the women try and support thier men, but they too are eventually run into the house scared off by some impending doom. The Men themselves are having second thoughts and slowly start to back pedal as the sound get closer. Then over the horizon we see something coming up the hill, a glare off something metallic obstructs the veiw as he comes speeding at them the sound almost earthshattering, slowly as the glare moves away,we finally see the object its a car coming down the road. It speeds to a halt in front of the man's house he drops his cooking utensils and stands there jaw hanging on his shoe laces. Its a Gold Lexus Truck the driver none other then GWA Superstar Trevon "The Truth" Curry his 4 eighteens pounding in the back, playing "I Got that Fire" By Juvenile Tre has his windows down and leans out his window.)

Trevon: Howdy Neighbors!

(The Men in a shock run into there houses scared at this for some reason.)

Trevon: It's because I'm Black isn't it! Ah Well must be pacifists or somethang.

(Trevon turns back shifts and speeds off up the block, a little ways farther down the street up the hill he pulls up to a black Iron fence, with a Circle of Iron and the Letters TC in them. He reaches in his glove box and hits his opener the door slides open he pulls into a round about parking area, there are a few other cars parked out there. He hops out of the lex and walks out wearing some gold and black flannel shorts some Nike sandels and a Gold Nike Micheal Jordan shirt. His Gold Cal hat turned backwards on his head, he runs up his stairs to a very nice house not a mansion or anything but a two story home very large. He opens the the Huge double door entrance he slams the door behind him tosses his keys on the end table, hitting the answering machine button as he walks by before flopping down on his extra large black leather couch. The messages begin to play as he lays there his hat covering his face.)

BEEP! Leon: Hey this is Leon just wanted to know when I can get an interview with you again, any way talk to you later.

BEEP!! Sports Agent: Trevon! Its me Carl what up man don't tell me your wrestling again, Jerry and Ron are going to throw fits! I'm going to be arguing with them forever about this, please cut it out get back to me!

BEEP!
Charlene: Hey, its Charlene from the Championship bash Shaq threw you never called me back, CALL ME!!

BEEP! Agent: TRE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU AT!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AT NOON!! THE FILM CREW DOESN'T WORK ON YOUR TIME GET YOUR A$$ DOWN HERE! NOW!

(Trevon hops to his feet and looks at his watch which reads 1:45.)

Trevon $hit!! I forgot Dammit!!

(Trevon runs up the stairs into his room and start rifeling through his drawers throwing out some clothes he pulls of his shirt and throws on a black and Gold Packer shirt and start to change his shorts when out of the bathroom walks the stunning Tatiana Moore probably more recognizable as Black Lotus when Trevon Curry was know as Emerald Tiger in the GWA.)

Tatiana: Caught with your pants down again!

Trevon: Huh! Damn Girl You shouldn't sneak up on people like dat! How in da hell did you get in here!

Tatiana: I have a key remember!

Trevon: yeah, dats right aint it! I see your still mad at da whole Laker girl ordeal still!

(Trevon gives a smirk)

Tatiana: Me mad, no! Just tell me this....

Trevon: You know what if you don't mind I'll negotiate wit you later, I'm late as hell for my shoot you can come along if you want but I have to leave Like NOW!

Tatiana: Another photo shoot Tre?

Trevon: No, commercial! Where da hell are my black and gold Nike's?

Tatiana: Closet, third shelf on your left!

(Trevon rushes to the closet, and grabs the shoes, looking at Tatiana a little bit surprised, then shakes his head and puts his shoes on.)

Trevon: You comin or what?

Tatiana: Sure, I've got nothing better to do.

(Trevon, sprints downstairs snatches the keys off the table and is out the door, hopping back in his Gold Lexus Truck. He sits there waiting for a minute before he sticks his head out the window and yells.)

Trevon: Hurry up! Quit walking like an Old Man!

(Tatiana comes out and Trevon speeds out of his drive way and the scene fades out into another scene this time Trevon is pulling up in some bulidings looks like some studios, lots where films and movies are shot. Trevon gets out of his car and is followed by Tatiana, he hits the alarm on his car and slowly sneaks into one of the lots, people are just sitting around doing nothing cameramen eating doughnuts. Some women around in bikinis just standing around. The place is dead Trevon knowing he is late tries to play it off and make an entrance.)

Trevon: YO! Wazzzup! Man, are we ready to get dis thing rollin or what!!

(The Director of the commercial comes walking over.)

Director: Do you know how late you are! almost 3 hours, we have to rent this space and your costing us money!

Trevon: Late! I'm not late!

Director: You were supposed to be here at Noon!

(Tre plays it off and acts stupid.)

Trevon: No, you hold up! I'm not late and I don't appreciate being yelled at!! Hell, I'll leave right now and go sign wit Adidas or Reebok I'm sure dey'll treat me much better den dis. You need to chill out and have a doughnut tubby, dey told me Three DREE! (mocking the man in a deaf persons voice and making hand signals) Ya understand! So don't come whining to me I hear enough whining in the GWA!

(Tasha laughs somewhat amused by this.)

Director: oh, No! No! Mr. Curry! No need to leave, there must have been a mix up, a misunderstanding! Please come lets get going! Ok?

Trevon: Ok! I'll let you slide dis time but don't let it happen again! Comprende!

Director: Yes! Yes!

(Trevon walks over the a screen where they have a rack of Nike Clothing for him to wear during the shoot, he comes out wearing, a Nike Lakers Jersey, some Lakers shorts and The Truth Nike Shoes. He steps out and walks over to the director.)

Director:Okay for this first scene your going to be doing a spectacular dunk over Jacob over here.

(points to Jacob who looks just like Reggie Miller, There is a half court basketball court on the set as well.)

(The crew starts shooting and Trevon runs charges up and leaps into the air floating with a graceful 360 dunk, Jacob falls to the ground even though Tre barely touches him. Trevon is urged to do a few more dunks from different angles, windmills, gorrilla slams, off the glass put back jams. On one he even jumps clear over Jacob spreading his legs leapfroging him for a dunk. Jacob isn't even touched but flops on the ground. He caps it all off with the East bay funk dunk, where he passes the ball under his leg and dunks it behind his head. Jacob of course flops again.)

Director: Perfect, Perfect!

Trevon: We got it?

Director: more then enough!

Trevon: Cool, Ay! Jacob Man you do a damn good impression of Reggie! Exspecially all dat flopping around!

Jacob: Thanks, I try!

(Trevon walks back over the the screen where he changes into his next set of clothes for the shoot, he comes out in full football gear, pads and all he is dressed in a Green Bay Packers Uniform, Number 19 on his Jersey. He walks over to the Director again helmet in hand.)

Director: Okay for this we want you do do some different football moves, we have your defense right here!

(There are about 8 guys in Minnesota Vikings uniforms standing on a miniture football field, they all line up, Trevon Pops his helmet on and grabs one of the footballs. The Director yells action and as it does some fake rain starts ouring down, Trevon runs then pulls a few herky Jerky Juke moves causing two of the men to fall down, he hops over once man who is about to tackle him, the man goes falling on his face. He spins off another tackler and sprints down to the endzone. They run the scene over and over about 8 more times Trevon pulling off some fantastic moves, even running over some of the defenders and putting them on thier backs. Suddenly the rain stops and we Hear CUT!!.)

Director: Great! Great! That was wonderful! Great! Great!

(Trevon grabs a towel and dries himself off and goes back behind the screen he comes out with no Shirt his wrist taped and some windpants on, he walks out and a little stage hand tosses him some boxing gloves.)

Trevon: What da hell is this!

(The stagehand just runs back off to help pull off the next set. Tre walks over to the director.)

Trevon: What da hell are dese for!?!

Director; For the next Scene!

Trevon: I'm not a boxer!

Director: What?! They told me you were a fighter!

Trevon: I wrestle, I don't box Get yo $hit straight!

Director: Sorry, I don't watch that stuff.

Trevon: Yeah, well now what?

Director: We have a ring, but what about Darren here?

(Darren is a dead ringer for Mike Tyson.)

Trevon: hmmm... I don't know hold on!

(Trevon runs off the set and comes back with a man.)

Trevon: This is Shalam he is one of da vendors people buy lunch from around here, I have a great Idea!

(Tre whispers to Shalam and Shalam nods his head in agreement.)

Trevon: I'll make it easy on you!

(A few moments later Shalam comes walking out in shorts and wrestling shoes, and gets in the wrestling ring, Tre climbs to the top and signals to the cameras to start rolling, He Then leaps off the top rope perfoming two rotations in a tucked position before opening up into an graceful Swanton bomb! his "The Moment of Truth" Finisher. Hundreds of flashes go off as if there were a packed arena taking pictures. He covers Shalam and a man dressed as a referee hits a three count.)

Director: CUT!! AMAZING!!! THAT IS THE MOST... MOST....

Trevon: Sintalating Move you've ever seen?

Director: Yes!

(Trevon, helps up Shalam who is holding his ribs but appears to be alright.)

Trevon: Sorry, dat was a light as I could do, it I made da weight come down more wit da momentum of my feet, but it's painful isn't it?

Shalam: Extremely!

(Trevon pats him on the back and he heads off, Trevon gets dressed behind the screen again. This time just coming out with some shorts and sandels. and walks over to the director again.)

Director: Okay final scene, bring out the Laker girls.

(about 12 girls in gold and yellow bikinis come prancing out.)

Director: Get some baby oil!

(One of the girls has a bottle of baby oil and they start to rub Trevon down, he has a smile on his face as if he's enjoying it. Tatiana over on the sideline's watching seems very angry her face all scrounched up! They walk over to a Green screen and stand on a pile of sand Trevon looking at the camera the Laker girls all around him. He talks but we can' really hear what he is saying after a couple takes the scene is done and Trevon walks to the back and changes to his regular clothes again. He walks over the Camera crew where they're watching the film.)

Trevon: So what do we got?

Director its just a rough version, still needs some editing and smoothing out you want to see it?

Trevon: You damn Skippy!

(Everybody quiets down as the Black screen lights with the commercial for NIKE. They show black and white flashes of Trevon, standing outside in the Rain in football, To basketball and in the ring. "Overjoyed" by Stevie Wonder starts to play they show clips of Trevon playing during the season, in the NBA and College. The music switches to a intrumental of G'd up by the EastSidaz and the Commercials Pace picks up. At the Baseline, a clip of Trevon Dunking over Reggie err.. Jacob is shown sincronized to music. The Scene flips to the Beach with Trevon Talking.

Trevon: Whether, I'm dunking over Reggie Miller to win da Championship in da Finals.

(Scene shows Trevon Slaming over Reggie with a 360 and him flopping to the ground.)

Trevon: Or on da field running through, around and in between da Vikings swiss cheese defense.

(Shows, Trevon Juking, running around and Over the Vikings defense closing with a scene of the Viking Defender's face hitting the turf after missing a tackle.)

Trevon: Or even in da ring hitting Hasoum Neaster Alou, Ali whatever wit da moment of Truth for da Victory!

(Scene shows Trevon's clip of him coming off the top with his 810 Swanton Bomb on Shalam who as we now look is a deadringer for Haseem Ali laying down on the mat getting demolished by Trevon.)

Trevon: Dere's only one brand dat can withstand my highflying, court pounding, field ravaging talents! Dats NIKE! JUST DO IT!? Hell I already done did it! Da Truth is Nike is da only brand for serious athletes look for da "The TRUTH 2000" at your local Foot Locker and Foot Action stores. Man I've got my hands full right now Peace out!

(Scene fades witha Nike Swoosh on a black backround and the comercial ends.)

Trevon: Tight! It looks like my work here is done!

(Trevon walks out of the set to a waiting Tatiana Moore who has a bitter look on her face.)

Tatiana: Laker girls again!

Trevon: What!?! I swear I had no Idea dey were going to be here!

Tatiana: Sure you didn't.

(Tre and Tatiana get back in the in the Lexus and start to drive off.)

Trevon: Hey, I didn't do anything wrong, I'm tired of talkin about dat, I have other things to worry about!

Tatiana: Like what?

Trevon: Like da falconer tourney! Where you been? Dat one kid Hasoum Neaster Achoo! Da little shrimp nephew of Isis!

Tatiana: Ali. his name's Ali!

Trevon: Achoo! Dats what I said! Anyway I heard Dat little pint sized punk runnin his mouth off like he's actually somebody! Hell if his name didn't sound da exact same as when I sneeze I would probably forget dat too! Dat little runt thinks he's a legend or something, he's a top notch contender! He isn't important enough to remember let alone lace my shoes! I admit I was wrong da kid is nothing like me, I was never dat stupid, I was never a midget and I was never dat damn Uoogly! Boy's gots a goober face! Da only reason I don't mind wrestling him, is he's so funny looking it makes me look dat much better. He better shine up his Tag Title because dats da closest he's coming to any gold in da near future. Can you believe dat Shrimp!?!

(Tatiana yawns!)

Tatiana: What you think he's a one hit wonder?

Trevon: You damn Skippy! Nikki Silver beats da hell out of two scrubs and he comes in and lays down on one of them, You did alot out dere, I'm real impressed! I've faced real opponents went through real battles! The only reason that little punk is in the Circle is because of his Auntie he can't handler anything on his own a little Circle Lacky! He knows if he were on his own, everyone of those Circle members would hang him out to dry, so he gets in good wit da Circle has a few bodyguards and prances around like a peacock showing how good he can jab his jaw! He can't walk da walk though, he gets in trouble Auntie C! Auntie C! Help me Auntie! Help Me! He can't even wipe his own A$$ I don't think! I'll have to take back my promise to Isis I might have to give her little Midget nephew a nice old fashioned Country A$$ whippin! It's going to be da Moment of Truth for Achoo!

Tatiana: Well I don't see why your so worried if your only facing him!

Trevon: Not just him I got three matches in one night! After dat I got Jack Odie or Mark Ass Heaven! Odie another midget I beat him at To da Max, he whined and cried about Mike Skills but I was whooping his butt anyway! If he wants to hold a grudge dat he was cheated let him, I'll tear into his A$$ dis Saturday, dats if he makes it through Heaven. Heaven on da other hand is in for a rude awakening if he thinks he can beat me, he talks about he's going to burn red hot and to da top, more like a red bloody pulp, to da ground getting pinned one, two, three. I don't see why he thinks he's getting past da second round when he hasn't really been able to get much of anything going at all in da GWA, besides his attempts to humor people about my name, Curry wow! its a Spice! him , Kenny Rock and every other chump to come down da line has used dat one, its really unoriginal dey need to come up wit some new material!

Tatiana: Well they're no Jay Leno's!

Trevon: After dat I have Pinata Perfecto who I beat before, I doubt he makes da finals, or Jason Blunder DuWright has him so I'm not worried about him going very far. Mace Rage you have da path to DuWright as well and I don't think its going to happen for you. Now DuWright he's something else I actually plan on enjoying dis matchup no looking over your shoulder! No worring about getting stabbed in da back Johnny is a fine person and our match should be one to remember. But he better relize I'm not going to go easy on him just because he's a friend of mine, I'll take him out quicker den a fat rat on Survivor! Because I want dat gold and aint him or anybody else going to keep it from me!

Tatiana: Boy, your getting all riled up I like it!

Trevon: Hell, On top of all dat I have to worry about da Circle! Damien has been quiet probably devising somethin real twisted when he shows his face! He got's Baylow dis week, he better not lose my damn belt or I'll be pissed! I have to watch for Sinn too she loves to put da beat down, on me even though I think she had a Thing for me in da NCWA!

Tatiana: A thing?

Trevon: Yeah, I think she liked me! I don't know, Den I have Cathrine trying to protect her nephew Achoo! She's dangerous too, you better watch out for her I hear she swings both ways she might take a liking to you! Den Seth he has Raisins in his toolbag and you know he's always upset because of dat, Den Kenny Rock the wacked out white guy, and his brother Silver dat Pasty bastard he may be a pretty Bitch! I agree he is a Bitch but I'm one fine A$$ Brotha! The Circle is going to be after me, so I have to stay on my toes.

Tatiana: Full plate there!

Trevon: Aint dat da Truth!

(Scene fades with the Lexus speeding off down the highway)

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