Post by Frankie Cocheese on Jun 12, 2016 22:30:30 GMT -6
Frankie Cocheese and Theo Vega sat in a vehicle Cocheese rented. Cocheese is always of the mindset of never let your enemies see you in the same car every day. It's how you can get ID'd and popped in the hood easy, after all. It has a nice, black leather interior with Sirius Satellite Radio on. Cocheese has whatever music is on turned so low that you can't identify what it is. Whoever is filming this is obviously in the backseat as the perspective is on the heads of Cocheese as the driver and Theo as the passenger. It was a quiet night out where they were parked; the parking lot of the county jail that they were picking Barrel up from. Cocheese is dressed in all black; shirt, cargo pants and Vans with a DC fitted hat on backwards. Vega is in an unbuttoned tee, sweatpants, and of course his gold chains.
Cocheese: So Chris Williams wanted to pony up the money for Barrel but fuck that. I got that and I got his bail.
Theo Vega: He should keep it for the Chris Williams Medical Fund anyway. The puta is going to get himself hurt running into the Capital Crew like he has. It's like he's running into a brick wall over and over again, he's a Fisher-Price hammer going against chiseled stone and steel.
Cocheese laughs: "No doubt. And he's had the nerve this whole time to say I'm not somebody you can trust, when he was able to trust me in that tag with the shades, and I'm here getting the... quote unquote Little Beta's bail money. Speaking of. There he goes!"
Cocheese honks the horn.
The camera swings to show Barrel walking towards the parking lot, wearing what he was arrested in. He's soon alerted by the horn and heads towards the car. Barrel makes sure to mind the top of the car as he gets in.
Barrel: What's up fellas? Why you got a camera guy here?
Theo Vega: You're on candid camera, that's why!
T.V. laughed as he slapped hands with the Big Badass.
Theo Vega: We're mixing a little business with pleasure, Capital Crew style. Somebody's gotta show Los Chihuahuas Originales their place so Frankie and I, we're going to verbally assassinate before we erase them in the ring.
Frankie laughs a little and offers his hand to Barrel after TV and Barrel slap hands. They do the same and Cocheese responds: "No doubt. By the time we're finished, Chris Williams is going to be BEGGING we didn't show up! Ooo... we're really gonna let them both have it. Chris Williams taking more Ls than his name. Now he's trying to say you can't trust me. You're some little beta bitch and I'm your master. Pftt yeah okay. If that's the case why does he think he can step to Shang Tsung when he can't get past Goro?"
Theo laughs alongside his fellow brothers.
Theo Vega: Besides, "Beta Barrel"? Has the kid gone loco? Six foot nine, three hundred thirty pounds of Impure Steel Appeal? How'd that one work out for you Chris? If he's a "beta" what does that make you now that you got handled rougher than bride in a cabana on her wedding night? We call that trying to punch above your weight class chico and you got knocked back down! And don't even get me started about Badgerino, the cat looks like he woke up one morning thinking it was 1885 and straight up lost his mind. That's your wingman? Your favorite amigo? He has a better chance of biting your hand than bailing you out of this situation! Perro Rabioso!
Cocheese: Guy is crazy enough to do that, too, and would probably give Williams rabies. I tell you what, man, they can bring whoever they want. They want to call people on the sly, it don't matter. They can have whatever pairing they want but we all know we're super tight, no homo, with each other. He wants to talk about trust, that C-Dub, he still doesn't know if he can trust Badger. Badger over there kidnapping him in the middle of the night for training instead of telling him to come to the gym like a normal person. And I'm the Felon.
Theo laughs and claps his hands together as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out metallic cigar box. Reaching into it he starts passing out some of the Montecristo #2 Cuban Cigars that he brought back with him from his trip to Havana,
Theo Vega: You know what. Frankie? You know what this reminds me of?
Cocheese: What?
Theo Vega: A couple trapped in an abusive relationship. Badger Boy, I'm assuming he wears the pants here, he kidnaps Chris in the middle of the night, against his will for training, ties him up and everything. Instead of popping that puta straight in the mouth like he should he instead kowtows like the Detroit City made punk he is and follows along. Just like in the past Badger treated him like his own little slave, slaps him around in an abusive manner and what does he do? He keeps his eyes down and he falls under his wing. Then he comes back and he claims to be a changed man? Chris Williams you're nothing more than a battered wife! You keep putting up with this man's bullshit because you don't have the cajones to tell him no, he's the Ray Rice to your Janay Palmer!
Cocheese takes one of the cigars. Barrel does as well. Cocheese hits the cigarette lighter and waits for it to warm up.
Cocheese: Are you... Are you trying to tell me that Chris Williams is Badger's whipping boy?!
Cocheese snickers, adding in, "I mean he's already ours. He's already proved that!"
Theo Vega: Hey man, if the glass slipper fits.
With a chuckle T.V. fishes out a metallic zippo lighter to match the cigar box as he flicks the flint several times until the orange flame flickers to life. Placing the cigar in his mouth the lighter begins to ignite the tip as ashes begin to accumulate at the tip.
Cocheese looks at the zippo: "Aw shit I didn't realize you had it." He pulls the cigarette lighter out anyway, which is red hot, and puts the cigar to his lips. He lights away at the cigar while Barrel leans in, asking T.V. for a light.
Cocheese puffs out an O ring: "Y'all see what that is? That I just blew out there? Y'all know what that is?"
Barrel: Williams' win count against us?
Cocheese: EXACTLY! FUCK we are on the same wavelength!
Theo Vega: I was thinking a big giant goose egg myself because that's exactly what he's got in the win column against the Crew. He's got nothing but a bunch of bruises to show for his effort, it's like the rebellion that never was! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition but everyone knows about the Originals Extinction. You know i figured for a group of guys so opposed to the Merchant of Lies, Frauds, and Thieves IC3 himself they sure seem sore about getting exactly what they asked for. But don't worry Badger Boy, Battered Chris because we're going to give you the War you keep on begging for and each and every single night is going to be a lot worse than the last. The Capital Crew doesn't take any prisoners, we scorch the earth a blaze a trail. Heavweight, IMPURE, Hardcore; it don't matter because at the end of the day there's no more doubt about where the power lies with. Call me an Indy Darling if you please but you'll be calling me Papi once i'm through with you.
Cocheese blows more smoke: "Originals Extinction... I like that line. Maybe sometime you should drop a freestyle huh?"
Cocheese shakes his head: "Badger. What can I really say about you that hasn't already been said? Hmm. We haven't really spoken since Black House, and look where that went. I remember Black House folding... just like I remember spanking you in front of everyone in San Francisco back then. I dominated you then and I'm gonna dominate you now so instead of trying to get a W over me maybe you should try and see a barber about that rats nest you call a hairdo. Like my man Theo said here, you should be thanking us. You should be thanking us and get out of the way so we can smack First Class around some more and I can punk Tommy Montana again. He deserves another shot instead of Williams. Speaking of Williams, take your Bail Money and shove it up your ass. We didn't need it then and we don't need it now. Hell 2 Gs of that is mine anyway from that plancha. Good luck hitting it again. See you when we see you! Capital Crew. Out!"
He starts the car as the scene fades.
Cocheese: So Chris Williams wanted to pony up the money for Barrel but fuck that. I got that and I got his bail.
Theo Vega: He should keep it for the Chris Williams Medical Fund anyway. The puta is going to get himself hurt running into the Capital Crew like he has. It's like he's running into a brick wall over and over again, he's a Fisher-Price hammer going against chiseled stone and steel.
Cocheese laughs: "No doubt. And he's had the nerve this whole time to say I'm not somebody you can trust, when he was able to trust me in that tag with the shades, and I'm here getting the... quote unquote Little Beta's bail money. Speaking of. There he goes!"
Cocheese honks the horn.
The camera swings to show Barrel walking towards the parking lot, wearing what he was arrested in. He's soon alerted by the horn and heads towards the car. Barrel makes sure to mind the top of the car as he gets in.
Barrel: What's up fellas? Why you got a camera guy here?
Theo Vega: You're on candid camera, that's why!
T.V. laughed as he slapped hands with the Big Badass.
Theo Vega: We're mixing a little business with pleasure, Capital Crew style. Somebody's gotta show Los Chihuahuas Originales their place so Frankie and I, we're going to verbally assassinate before we erase them in the ring.
Frankie laughs a little and offers his hand to Barrel after TV and Barrel slap hands. They do the same and Cocheese responds: "No doubt. By the time we're finished, Chris Williams is going to be BEGGING we didn't show up! Ooo... we're really gonna let them both have it. Chris Williams taking more Ls than his name. Now he's trying to say you can't trust me. You're some little beta bitch and I'm your master. Pftt yeah okay. If that's the case why does he think he can step to Shang Tsung when he can't get past Goro?"
Theo laughs alongside his fellow brothers.
Theo Vega: Besides, "Beta Barrel"? Has the kid gone loco? Six foot nine, three hundred thirty pounds of Impure Steel Appeal? How'd that one work out for you Chris? If he's a "beta" what does that make you now that you got handled rougher than bride in a cabana on her wedding night? We call that trying to punch above your weight class chico and you got knocked back down! And don't even get me started about Badgerino, the cat looks like he woke up one morning thinking it was 1885 and straight up lost his mind. That's your wingman? Your favorite amigo? He has a better chance of biting your hand than bailing you out of this situation! Perro Rabioso!
Cocheese: Guy is crazy enough to do that, too, and would probably give Williams rabies. I tell you what, man, they can bring whoever they want. They want to call people on the sly, it don't matter. They can have whatever pairing they want but we all know we're super tight, no homo, with each other. He wants to talk about trust, that C-Dub, he still doesn't know if he can trust Badger. Badger over there kidnapping him in the middle of the night for training instead of telling him to come to the gym like a normal person. And I'm the Felon.
Theo laughs and claps his hands together as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out metallic cigar box. Reaching into it he starts passing out some of the Montecristo #2 Cuban Cigars that he brought back with him from his trip to Havana,
Theo Vega: You know what. Frankie? You know what this reminds me of?
Cocheese: What?
Theo Vega: A couple trapped in an abusive relationship. Badger Boy, I'm assuming he wears the pants here, he kidnaps Chris in the middle of the night, against his will for training, ties him up and everything. Instead of popping that puta straight in the mouth like he should he instead kowtows like the Detroit City made punk he is and follows along. Just like in the past Badger treated him like his own little slave, slaps him around in an abusive manner and what does he do? He keeps his eyes down and he falls under his wing. Then he comes back and he claims to be a changed man? Chris Williams you're nothing more than a battered wife! You keep putting up with this man's bullshit because you don't have the cajones to tell him no, he's the Ray Rice to your Janay Palmer!
Cocheese takes one of the cigars. Barrel does as well. Cocheese hits the cigarette lighter and waits for it to warm up.
Cocheese: Are you... Are you trying to tell me that Chris Williams is Badger's whipping boy?!
Cocheese snickers, adding in, "I mean he's already ours. He's already proved that!"
Theo Vega: Hey man, if the glass slipper fits.
With a chuckle T.V. fishes out a metallic zippo lighter to match the cigar box as he flicks the flint several times until the orange flame flickers to life. Placing the cigar in his mouth the lighter begins to ignite the tip as ashes begin to accumulate at the tip.
Cocheese looks at the zippo: "Aw shit I didn't realize you had it." He pulls the cigarette lighter out anyway, which is red hot, and puts the cigar to his lips. He lights away at the cigar while Barrel leans in, asking T.V. for a light.
Cocheese puffs out an O ring: "Y'all see what that is? That I just blew out there? Y'all know what that is?"
Barrel: Williams' win count against us?
Cocheese: EXACTLY! FUCK we are on the same wavelength!
Theo Vega: I was thinking a big giant goose egg myself because that's exactly what he's got in the win column against the Crew. He's got nothing but a bunch of bruises to show for his effort, it's like the rebellion that never was! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition but everyone knows about the Originals Extinction. You know i figured for a group of guys so opposed to the Merchant of Lies, Frauds, and Thieves IC3 himself they sure seem sore about getting exactly what they asked for. But don't worry Badger Boy, Battered Chris because we're going to give you the War you keep on begging for and each and every single night is going to be a lot worse than the last. The Capital Crew doesn't take any prisoners, we scorch the earth a blaze a trail. Heavweight, IMPURE, Hardcore; it don't matter because at the end of the day there's no more doubt about where the power lies with. Call me an Indy Darling if you please but you'll be calling me Papi once i'm through with you.
Cocheese blows more smoke: "Originals Extinction... I like that line. Maybe sometime you should drop a freestyle huh?"
Cocheese shakes his head: "Badger. What can I really say about you that hasn't already been said? Hmm. We haven't really spoken since Black House, and look where that went. I remember Black House folding... just like I remember spanking you in front of everyone in San Francisco back then. I dominated you then and I'm gonna dominate you now so instead of trying to get a W over me maybe you should try and see a barber about that rats nest you call a hairdo. Like my man Theo said here, you should be thanking us. You should be thanking us and get out of the way so we can smack First Class around some more and I can punk Tommy Montana again. He deserves another shot instead of Williams. Speaking of Williams, take your Bail Money and shove it up your ass. We didn't need it then and we don't need it now. Hell 2 Gs of that is mine anyway from that plancha. Good luck hitting it again. See you when we see you! Capital Crew. Out!"
He starts the car as the scene fades.
