Post by capelli on Aug 17, 2010 22:33:39 GMT -5
[The scene opens up with the camera focused in on a man strapped to a chair, his identity hidden behind a black trash bag. The man is violently jerking his body from side to side in a futile attempt to free himself. The camera angle switches over to a wide shot putting another man in our line of sight. He stands no more than 5’6 tall but he is by no means a pushover. He has a very muscular build and his wife beater reveals that both his arms our covered in tattoos as well as his chest.
He holds a gun in his hand and it is pointed directly at the man in the chair. He reaches over with his free hand and pulls the bag off taking this opportunity to spit in the mans face who has now been revealed as none other than Michael Capelli. A sad sight to see, he has lost a considerable amount of weight.
He seems to have of accepted his faith. His head hangs in shame, his killers finger inching closer and closer to pulling the trigger.]
[The scene fades to black leaving the former GIW.com champ to die in a pool of his own blood. His killers identity uncertain to us.]
[When we fade back in Michael is very much alive, he stands in front of an apartment door. He raises his shaky hand and knocks on the door twice. He nervously await’s the occupant to open the door, constantly looking over his shoulder and biting his nails.
The door swings open and he is violently jerked into the apartment by a heavyset man, the door closes behind him. The heavyset man slams him on the ground like a rag doll and puts a gun in his face.]
“What in the hell do you think your doing here Mike?!”
” Wait! Please don’t shoot! I have Jose’s money! Its in my back pocket please don’t shoot!”
“What? You better not be playing any games! Get your punk ass up!”
[Michael manages to bring himself to his feet and slowly reaches into his pocket with a terrified expression on his face and produces a wad of cash. The heavyset man is quick to snatch it out of Michaels hand and simultaneously backhands him, sending Michael to the ground again. The man pulls out his gun and prepares to put Michael out of his misery but is interrupted by a short muscular man covered in tattoos.]
“Jesus! What in the hell you doing over there man?! I’m trying to sleep you fat son of a bitch keep it dow--” he stops mid sentence when he sees what’s going on. “Well well well, look what the cat dragged in, I assume that cash sprawled all over the ground is the money you owe me. ’J’ what in the hell you think you doing?”
“I’m going to pop this little weasel he’s been giving us the run around for over a month now!”
“I was hustling Jose, the streets been hot lat--”
[Before Michael can finish his sentence Jesus gives him another back hand across the face, blood and saliva shoots out of Michaels mouth]
“Shut your bitch as up we know you been smoking all the crack yourself you piece of shit.”
“Let em up ’J’ “
[Michael manages to pull himself up to his feet and begins to pick up the money from the floor, he walks up to Jose and puts the money in his hand.]
“Who did you rob for this shit man?”
“I didn’t rob anyone! Like I was saying before I’ve been hustling man! The streets been real hot lately so I had to lay low for a while! I just a need another ounc--”
“I know what you need motherfucker. ’J’ go get this man what he wants.”
“What the fuck? Are we really gonna trust this piece of shit again?”
“Hey we can’t turn down a paying customer just because he was a little late on his previous payment, we’ll just keep tacking on the interest. He’ll bring us back double what he owes us next time. Isn’t that right Capelli?"
“You got it Jose.”
[’J’ hands Mike a small baggy and Mike swiftly puts it into his pocket and walks out of the apartment with absolutely no intention of bringing back any money.]
[red] “You know we gon’ have to hunt that piece of shit down if you ever want to see a penny out of that investment…"[/red]
[green] “Come on ’J’ have a little faith in the guy, he’s a former UGWC champ.”[/green]
[red] “Oh yeah, I forgot abut that for a second….It could be because that’s about how long his reign lasted! He’s worse than a has been, he’s a never was!" [/red]
[green] “Relax ’J’ and keep your voice down, we got neighbors nigga. When he don’t come back with my change I’ll go take care of his ass.” [/green]
[The scene fades out]
[Mike lays in a hospital bed unconscious, he’s always been a stubborn son of a bitch and it looks like death was no match for his resilience. A news report playing on the hospital rooms television catches our attention.]
Reporter-Former GiW Superstar Michael Capelli was found shot earlier this evening in an old warehouse. He was reported to be in critical condition at Ben Taub General Hospital.
Sadly enough this man was rumored to of been in talks earlier this week with GiW now known as UGWC in hopes of reaching an agreement that would work him back into th---
[The reporters voice fades away and the scene comes to a close leaving Michael Capelli’s faith undecided.]
He holds a gun in his hand and it is pointed directly at the man in the chair. He reaches over with his free hand and pulls the bag off taking this opportunity to spit in the mans face who has now been revealed as none other than Michael Capelli. A sad sight to see, he has lost a considerable amount of weight.
He seems to have of accepted his faith. His head hangs in shame, his killers finger inching closer and closer to pulling the trigger.]
**BANG**
[/center][The scene fades to black leaving the former GIW.com champ to die in a pool of his own blood. His killers identity uncertain to us.]
**Two Weeks Ago**
[/center][When we fade back in Michael is very much alive, he stands in front of an apartment door. He raises his shaky hand and knocks on the door twice. He nervously await’s the occupant to open the door, constantly looking over his shoulder and biting his nails.
The door swings open and he is violently jerked into the apartment by a heavyset man, the door closes behind him. The heavyset man slams him on the ground like a rag doll and puts a gun in his face.]
“What in the hell do you think your doing here Mike?!”
” Wait! Please don’t shoot! I have Jose’s money! Its in my back pocket please don’t shoot!”
“What? You better not be playing any games! Get your punk ass up!”
[Michael manages to bring himself to his feet and slowly reaches into his pocket with a terrified expression on his face and produces a wad of cash. The heavyset man is quick to snatch it out of Michaels hand and simultaneously backhands him, sending Michael to the ground again. The man pulls out his gun and prepares to put Michael out of his misery but is interrupted by a short muscular man covered in tattoos.]
“Jesus! What in the hell you doing over there man?! I’m trying to sleep you fat son of a bitch keep it dow--” he stops mid sentence when he sees what’s going on. “Well well well, look what the cat dragged in, I assume that cash sprawled all over the ground is the money you owe me. ’J’ what in the hell you think you doing?”
“I’m going to pop this little weasel he’s been giving us the run around for over a month now!”
“I was hustling Jose, the streets been hot lat--”
[Before Michael can finish his sentence Jesus gives him another back hand across the face, blood and saliva shoots out of Michaels mouth]
“Shut your bitch as up we know you been smoking all the crack yourself you piece of shit.”
“Let em up ’J’ “
[Michael manages to pull himself up to his feet and begins to pick up the money from the floor, he walks up to Jose and puts the money in his hand.]
“Who did you rob for this shit man?”
“I didn’t rob anyone! Like I was saying before I’ve been hustling man! The streets been real hot lately so I had to lay low for a while! I just a need another ounc--”
“I know what you need motherfucker. ’J’ go get this man what he wants.”
“What the fuck? Are we really gonna trust this piece of shit again?”
“Hey we can’t turn down a paying customer just because he was a little late on his previous payment, we’ll just keep tacking on the interest. He’ll bring us back double what he owes us next time. Isn’t that right Capelli?"
“You got it Jose.”
[’J’ hands Mike a small baggy and Mike swiftly puts it into his pocket and walks out of the apartment with absolutely no intention of bringing back any money.]
[red] “You know we gon’ have to hunt that piece of shit down if you ever want to see a penny out of that investment…"[/red]
[green] “Come on ’J’ have a little faith in the guy, he’s a former UGWC champ.”[/green]
[red] “Oh yeah, I forgot abut that for a second….It could be because that’s about how long his reign lasted! He’s worse than a has been, he’s a never was!" [/red]
[green] “Relax ’J’ and keep your voice down, we got neighbors nigga. When he don’t come back with my change I’ll go take care of his ass.” [/green]
[The scene fades out]
**Present Time A Few Hours After The Shooting**
**Beep**
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[Mike lays in a hospital bed unconscious, he’s always been a stubborn son of a bitch and it looks like death was no match for his resilience. A news report playing on the hospital rooms television catches our attention.]
Reporter-Former GiW Superstar Michael Capelli was found shot earlier this evening in an old warehouse. He was reported to be in critical condition at Ben Taub General Hospital.
Sadly enough this man was rumored to of been in talks earlier this week with GiW now known as UGWC in hopes of reaching an agreement that would work him back into th---
[The reporters voice fades away and the scene comes to a close leaving Michael Capelli’s faith undecided.]
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