| Subject: Going Home (rp 1 for SCWF) |
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X-Rodd
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Date Posted: 20:36:22 07/18/02 Thu
(The last time the world had seen X-Rodd he was nearly dead. A knife had been implanted into his side a few days before his match against his rival and friend, Nightstalker. X-Rodd will NEVER forget Nightstalker, or his fiancée Amber Blaze, who still must be in the coma to his knowledge. He also remembers his older brother, Nicolas, and the night he wasn’t destined to die, but he did anyways. It is a malicious memory of his brother. The mere thought of it fills him with internal, emotional agony…
The scene opens up on the corner of Perdition Ct. and Celestial St. Analogically, this would be true, but in reality he might as well be sleeping in a dumpster. Of course to a man like X-Rodd a dumpster would truly be hell. He may spend a lot of his time doing a lot of nothing, but he’s smart enough to know how to evade the sick and gruesome.
Day has passed, and night is taking its toll. The moon is on the other side of the horizon. She is young, as she will always be until dawn, in which she’ll become young again in the next cycle. Such a revelation doesn’t apply to the humane, for when you become old… you stay old and withered. You die, and it is dependent on your beliefs whether you reincarnate to another being in your afterlife or not.
What does X-Rodd think about reincarnation?
X-Rodd walks by a church and signals the cross to himself. No belief in reincarnation there. As the self-proclaimed “Diablo,” he must believe in the Creator, the creator of everything glorious and everlasting in this world.)
I don’t know… if I care… I’m the jerk… life’s not fair…
(He walks past a music which plays the Papa Roach song. He happily smokes from his lady luck, Ms. Marlboro Red, the exotic being that fills him with every necessity he would need to be fulfilled. Well… most of them at least.
He thinks about his return to the SCWF. X-Rodd got the call no more than a mere couple of days ago to return to the ‘reincarnation’ of the RRWF. Boss Ice called him, eagerly inviting him to enter the SCWF Memorial Cup. Knowing that Nightstalker would be there, how could he refuse? It will basically be him, and a few other “fences.” Nightstalker will most definitely be THE WALL. His thoughts now lean to the comatose Amber Blaze…
She is so beautiful… Oh God how desirable she can be… Nightstalker is fortunate to be with someone like her. He loves her so much…
(X-Rodd smiles to himself as he passes through a videostore. He pauses and looks at the Papa Roach video. The lead singer jumps into a puddle of mud. On the next frame with him, he is dry and clean.)
It’s funny… the Insolence…
(He watches the rest of the video, pausing only to inhale from his cigarette. He marvels at the emotion being expressed from the lead singer… yet the subject is completely lucrative. Meanwhile presently X-Rodd shows complete placidity and lacks any form of emotional turbulence. Must be the Marlboros.)
X-Rodd: “So… this guy is supposed to get me pumped up… well that’s great, I can already feel the adrenaline rush of fear…”
(He smiles to himself.)
(X-Rodd begins to walk away from the front window of the videostore and is about to cross the street. He suddenly halts in his steps…)
Oh my God… did I just see a BULLET whiz by me???
(A headache develops in X-Rodd’s cranium… the pain is unbearable. He looks ahead and again confusion takes the best of him.)
Man… it’s gotten really dark REALLY fast around here… aghhh… my heeeaaaaad!!!
(And again… he grows unconscious.)
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(the scene opens up fifteen years ago, in Anacostia, D.C. It is about eight o’clock in the evening, and the man who would be come the legendary X-Rodd is walking along with his older brother, Nicolas. Rodd is currently twelve years old, while his brother his eighteen. They are walking to Nicolas’ graduation ceremony, in which Rodd will be the only family member to witness this “family” event. As they turn the corner, Rodd can be seen to become nervous.)
Nicolas: “Oye Rodriguito, que te pasa? You afraid?”
Rodd: “No… it’s just that… this ain’t the right side of the ‘hood.”
Nicolas: “Don’t worry about it, I’m right in the middle of everyone’s list. Nobody will want to mess with me. I’m an enemy to no one.”
Rodd: “Okay…”
(They continue to stroll towards the school.)
Rodd: “So… que pena Mami y Papi couldn’t make it, huh?”
Nicolas: “Si… but I know they’re proud.”
Rodd: “They work too damn hard… I heard Mauricio say that he wants to work to help out.”
Nicolas: “Rage wants to work? But he’s only six years old!”
Rodd: “Yeah, I know!”
(The two share a timeless laughter. They approach a group of black men who have red bandanas tied around their right arms, and black t-shirts that say “The Crips” on it. At this Rodd becomes visibly scared, but Nicolas puts his arm around him.)
Nicolas: “Don’t worry Rodriguito. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you, hermanito. Your blood is my blood.”
(Nicolas and Rodd begin to cross the empty street, and suddenly another group of black men burst from a house on the other side. Rodd and Nicolas now find themselves in the middle of the road, as the Crips and the Blood are on opposite ends. Both sides pull out guns, and begin to shout to one another.)
Crip Guy: “Y’all are about to get F*CKED UP!”
Blood Guy: “REST IN PIECES MOTHAFUKKA!!!”
Nicolas: “WAIT, DON’T D----“
(It is too late. Shots become fired, and Rodd can feel himself being shoved to the floor by his brother. Rodd turns around, and sees Nicolas’ terrified look on his face. Everything becomes mute for the young X-Rodd, as he sees his brother shake from bullets going through his body. Nicolas doesn’t say a word, but Rodd sees that he was trying to console Rodd in this traumatic event. Rodd could see his older brother mouthe the words “Be the Best” before falling right on top of him. Smoke takes up the oxygen in the equilibrium of both sides, and Nicolas lies right on top of his younger brother. Rodd hugs his idol and kisses him on the forehead, unbearably crying and wishing that this didn’t happen.)
Rodd: “Nick… Nick please, you said you’d be there for me… Nick… NICOLAS!!!”
(Nicolas, with his last amount of energy, turns to his most coveted little brother… and smiles. He then goes limp, and stops breathing. For a few moments, not a sigh escapes “Rodriguito’s” lips. Tears just flow from his young eyes, and mix in with the blood of his brother. Rodd puts his head down and kisses Nicolas’ forehead before closing his eyes.)
Rodd: (whispers) “I love you… I’ll be the best… for you.”
(Shouts become audible from both sides of the street as gang members try to tend to their own fallen soldiers. People from the Crip and Blood, however, approach Rodd and Nicolas’ lifeless body, and become shocked.)
Crip Guy: “Oh shit, who the hell is that… and who’s that little---“
Blood: “HOLY SH*T, IT’S NICK, MAN! (to his group) YOU *SSHOLES, WE JUST WASTED NICOLAS!!!”
(Suddenly the survivors of this gang cross-fire approach the middle of the street, encircling Rodd.)
Blood: “No… sh*t…”
Crip: “Wasn’t he gonna graduate tonight?”
(Everyone murmers “yes” or nods their heads. One Blood member kneels right next to Rodd, and puts his shoulder on him.)
Blood: “Ey, listen dogg, we’re sor—“
Rodd: “SORRY?! SORRY FOR WHAT!? YOU KILLED HIM!!! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER YOU *SSHOLES!!! I DON”T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THIS CRAP ABOUT YOU GUYS ANYMORE, GODDAMNT…”
(Rodd gets up and starts to point the Blood man’s chest in fury with his miniature fists.)
Rodd: “…KILL ME!!! I DON’T WANNA LIVE ANYMORE!!! PLEASE!!! I WANT TO GO TO GOD WITH MI HERMANO!!! SHOOT ME!!!”
(Rodd suddenly falls onto his knees, and then cowers himself, sobbing uncontrollably and helplessly. As seconds pass, members from both sides begin to depart from the scene, until suddenly the cop sirens become heard. At that point, everyone leaves the scene, not caring about picking up those who were shot during the battle, and Rodd lies next to his brother, staring at him, knowing that it would be the last time he would see him for a LONG time…)
Rodd: “I’ll see you when I come up there… te quiero hermano….”
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(His eyes open to a blur. He is standing up. He is in a different place. How he got there… will never be answered. He rubs his temples, trying to massage them and to help regain composure. He looks around. This street looks somewhat familiar…
Yet the memory of the death of Nicolas remains. X-Rodd promise was to always be the best. After winning so many World Titles and beating the best in the business… his only hope is that he made Nicolas proud. There isn’t much of a long road left in X-Rodd’s career, he is 32.
Haha… I’m old… Greeeaaat.
Realization strikes him and he knows where he is. He is in front of his old apartment. The one where he grew up in. He is in Anacostia… the world of the Dead Gangstas. He enters the slum and goes to his front door. X-Rodd takes a deep breath…
…He wonders whether he should knock or not.)
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