Avatar --Part I--



The scene opens up. The cameraman pans to a green street sign, faded, the sign reads Steel St. The camera pans down and to the left, where Steel St. begins...Grafitti covers the two buildings that sit on the corner of Steel St. We see down the street that only a few of the light poles actually have lights that work...Gunshots ring in the night and a few moments later a green car sittin on chrome wheels screams around the corner, almost flipping the car. The night is once again dead still...A prostitute, a large white woman with greasy hair walks facing us down the street...As she makes her way down we can see her clearly...Her nose, large, red and full of veins shows us the sign of a heavy drinker..She wears a white shirt covered in stains thats a little too short...Her gut hangs out, showing us the stretch marks that look more like a tiger got ahold of her...She wears a red skirt, as like the shirt, its too small...It appears that she hasnt shaved in a day or two, a truly disturbing sight. She notices the camera and gives that little "Hey, I need a few dollars" smile...The teeth that she has are brown and yellow, typical Steel St. trash. She approaches the camera as a car comes around the corner and slows a little...Her attention suddenly off of the camera, she turns to the car and waves...The car pulls up beside her and she sticks her head into the driver side window...She talks to the man for a moment, pulls her head out of the window, gives the man a disapproving sneer and starts to walk down the street...The car stays pace with her as he contiunes to talk, she ignores him...He slams the car in park, opens the driver door and jumps out...the prostitute breaks into a run and kicks her heels off...The man, an older black man with a beard and hair that is quickly turning grey gives chase..It doesnt take him long to catch the overweight woman and smack her over the head with the butt of a gun he pulled out from the side of his pants...He never even so much as looks around to see if anyone is watching him as he hoists the large woman over his shoulder. He takes her back to the car, throws her in the back seat and drives away....The cameraman stands there for a few moments panning around the street searching for something...Then the headlights can be seen as an SUV pulls up to the curb..

.A brand new 2005 Tahoe, black with deep dish black wheels..The passenger window rolls down and Jaymz sits in control of the vehicle. He motions to the backseat and the cameraman takes the order and steps inside..Jaymz works his way up the Steel St. taking his time...More stray cats and dogs can be seen than people around the street...Even from inside the Tahoe we can hear the bass of the stereos inside the houses...As Jaymz drives he looks in one alley and sees a homeless man shooting up something in his arm...another prostitute walks down the street, smiles at Jaymz, but he pays her no attention...Farther on down the street, several cars are lined up and down the road...We get closer and see an old shack with about twelve people siting around in the yard..a few white, few black and a few mexicans....They all stare at the Tahoe as it drives by, Jaymz looks back at them and one of the white guys lifts up his shirt for his gun to be seen....Jaymz pays no mind and keeps on driving...We come to almost the end of Steel St. as Jaymz takes the Tahoe and pulls into a Liquor Store..A homeless woman lay up next to the building holding a bottle of Listerine, what a terrible way to get drunk. Jaymz steps out of the Tahoe and looks at the building...Bars on the windows, grafitti sprayed from corner to corner and we can see the Asian man working inside...Jaymz suddenly stops and quickly turns to the darkend corner of the building..A man comes flying out from behind weilding a knife..as soon as he steps out from the darkness Jaymz grabs him by the neck, slams him up against the wall, taking the knife from the man with his other hand...He begs and pleads with Jaymz, saying he was only playin around..he didnt really want Jaymz's money...but Jaymz just kinda leans his head to the side as his eyes begin to change colors and go pitch black...He takes the mans knife, holds it to his ear and slices it off...The man screams in pain as Jaymz takes the knife, grins, and slowly inserts it into the right side of his neck....Taking his time, Jaymz slides the knife across the mans throat...spraying blood all over Jaymz, the man chokes and gurgles before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he dies....Jaymz takes his blood covered shirt off, drops it on the ground and walks away from the man and into the liquor store...


Ey! ...I see wha you do outside my sto...you leave now, I no scared of you...I have one gun!

Jaymz stands there looking at the man as the tattoos begin to swirl...The Asian man reaches below the counter and pulls out a small handgun...Jaymz takes one step towards the man and he fires three shots right into Jaymz chest...Jaymz goes down to his knees then drops face first on the Liquor store floor...The asian man jumps over the counter and stares at Jaymz for a moment...He leans down and flips the large man over...three holes appear in his chest....black blood dripps out, thick like candle wax...Suddenly, Jaymz's eye pop open, he punches the man who loses his gun, sending him flying down the aisle, hitting a rack of glass bottles shattering them all...Jaymz stands up, the thick black blood begins to slow as the tattoos swarm over the holes...The fill in, leaving nothing more than three black marks. Jaymz begins to walk down the aisle, as he passes the shelves filled with Whiskey, Vodkas and Gins every bottle shatters spilling its liquids all over the floor...The Asian man scurrys back to the corner of the store as Jaymz reaches down and picks up the gun...He mutters something we cant understand as Jaymz picks him up and drags him outside..He slams him down on the concrete in the parking lot, puts the gun under his chin and let the single shot ring out in the night..The dark crimson blood splatters all over the concrete as the group of men down the street hear the shots and look over that way...They see what is going on, put their drinks down, and at a few at a time they make their way over to the Liquor store....Jaymz sees them coming, stares them down and waits for them to come...Twelve of them all together come down the street...The first one, a short Mexican starts yelling at Jaymz and pulls out a knife, still advancing...Then he stops..his whole body shakes and we hear the sound of what a water balloon breaking would sound like...His eyes pop, he drops the knife and reaches for his eye...blood streams down his face as he screams at the awful pain...The other eleven members, not knowing what exactly what happened, begin to charge Jaymz...The closest one to Jaymz also stops, his eyes open wide, his body shakes and blood begins to stream from his nose, his mouth, his eyes and out from under his fingernails...He also drops to the ground and goes, shaking violently...The other men look at Jaymz and almost buy a clue as to what is happeneing...A few of them begin to say something but stop...They all freeze, dropping their guns and knives to the ground...Their eyes go cloudy gray and none of them move...Jaymz motions to the ground,,,and all in one motion the ten men drop to their knees, their faces looking down at the parking lot...Lights come on in a few of the houses across the street...Curtains open up and shadow figures stand in the window watching the huge figure with the swirling tattoos, and the men drop to their knees....Jaymz looks out of the corner of his eye as sees the hidden people watching...He raises his arms to the sky and instantly thunderheads develop across Steel City...Lightening flashes in the background, lighting up Steel St...Jaymz looks up and down the street, then back to the men who still kneel on the concrete never raising their heads...he speaks

Steel Street...so this is it? ...This is the place I keep on hearing about? ...Well, Im not Impressed...Look at these poor souls down here, down on their knees in front of the Greatest Evil that they will ever encounter....Look around me here, you see the lights on in the houses? ...You see the figures standing at their windows? ....They see us, they see these men down on their knees not knowing what to think....Who else dare to approach me? ...I see no takers here off of Steel Street...This place is nasty, full of trash....Look at these people...their lives mean nothing and if they all died tonight they would do the world a favor....I will soon rule this place, I will make it mine and everyone in Steel City will bow down to me, Jaymz...I will take this trash of a place and make it my own, make it in my own vision...Do you think I do all of this to impress you 8ball? ...No, I dont...I do it because I enjoy it...I love to watch the pain and the suffering of the people that I hurt....When I hurt these people, I see you 8ball...I see your face in everyone of these people...So once again 8ball...dont be soo full of yourself, this isnt for you...its not for you to drool over...just my own personal enjoyment....Luck is a thing that does not exist 8ball, only people like you believe in such a thing...Luck is for people who have no real power, or no real skill....There is only fate, and thats it....Sometimes we create our own fate, but its all destined to happen one way or another...So no, 8ball, I didnt get "Lucky" and get out of the Tahoe....It was Fate....I was to not die that day, and not at the hands of the FWA....Yes 8ball, we both know the people of the streets of Steel City cant compete with me...but at the moment who am I supposed to get my hands on? ...Ive destroyed my opponents so far here in the OWC, and Im just waiting on the next one...you. ...So what am I supposed to do? ...I cant hide the feelings, I cant hide the high I get from killing these people....And what better place to do it than Steel Street? ....Ive heard so many things about this place, and yet here I am still standing...I see no one here who can take me....Not even if you were here 8ball. So, when people stand up to me, I back off? ...what in the hell are you talking about 8ball?? I believe that these fools came to stand in front of me, and now look at them....Last week Pfeiffer came to stand in front of me, and where is he at now? can you find him? ....I sure cant. ...You do alot of talking out of your ass 8ball, do you really believe half the shit that spews out of your mouth?? Im still trying to figure out what in the fuck your talking about? ...I back down from people? Who 8ball? ...I would really like you to explain that to me, because im going through my memory and I cant recall backing down from anyone...Maybe you can refresh my memory, I'll be waiting for it....But I'll never get an answer to that question....Really, I think this is just something that you made up..and now its something that you actually believe...Again, keep underestimating me...because all this shit you talk, you have nothing to back it up with...Ok, I'll play your game...Um, Im scared. 8Ball steps up, so I must back down now...Since thats what I do...cause 8ball said so......What a freakin moron. ...I back down from nobody 8ball, and that includes you too...

You know almost nothing about me...You see me in the promos, you watch, but you dont really SEE...Your head is so filled with the trash that you speak that it blinds you from the facts...How have you ever made a living that way? ...Im suprised that you have lasted in this business as long as you have....But im going to change all of that 8ball...Im going to make you rethink your whole way of living, and after our match your thought process with be completely different...That is, if I let you live. ...Then maybe you will realize that you need to clear your head more, focus on the tasks ahead of you...To not be so worried about my past opponents, and to not be worried about who I stand down from...as you say I do....Another thing that you are wrong about...suprise...is that I am a bully...See 8ball when I was in school I was quiet..I didnt have to speak my mind for everyone else to know what I was about....I never bothered anybody back then....For back then I didnt know of the Evil that resides in me, and I didnt know the power of it all....I tried to hide it then, to ignore it..and for the most part it worked.....But I always had the urge deep down inside of me to wreak havok on people...I hid it for too long, I let the rage build up inside of me....Back then, at school, those people should be grateful that I didnt know the powers that I possessed...I would have killed them all, an adolescent could never keep control of the Evil once it was unleashed....I tried my best though, i really did....I remember when I was 19...That was the age at which I fully understood my powers that were locked away inside of me....

There was a man, well...He was kinda like you 8ball....All he ever did was talk about himself and how great he was...I could care less that he owned the biggest company in the town, but that was all that mattered to him...I was hurting for money at that age, nobody wanted to hire me..A freak I was...I was taller than everybody in my town by the time I was 14, so everybody chose to ignore me and talk about me behind my back...Anyway, so I went to work for this man...He was a really difficult man to work with...On and on he went about everything he had, the bar brawls in which he had won, all his material possessions...I got sick and tired of that shit that finally one day I told him...He just looked at me in surprise, when he finally spoke he just erupted...He went on about how I was freak, I'd never amount to anything and how he didnt need me giving him a bad image for his company....Well, that was the last time he ever spoke to me...You know those compression machines? ..The ones that can turn pounds of steel into a little cube that will fit in the palm of your hand? ...Im sure you do...Anyway, I knew something was wrong when he had a look up surpise on his face....He asked me, "What happened to your eyes?" ....But I knew right when he said it....It had only happened once, but nothing ever came of it....But that time it did...I took that son-of-bitch by the shirt and threw him into the side of the machine..He bounced back, so I slammed his face into it again, that time it shattered his nose....At that point, he was out cold..So I acted upon the black hell inside of me...I took him and threw him into the compressor..and I guess for his sake, its a good thing he wasnt concious....Trust me 8ball, you would never believe the sounds the human body makes when its being smashed into a size no bigger than a pack of cigarettes

....I loved the sight of it though, ...the blood that poured down the floor, the bits and pieces of his intestines....It was truly a great sight, one I will never forget.....Ive been thinking of that moment a few times this week...I just cant help to be amazed at how similar you two guys are....and the fun I had killing him will only be surpassed when I kill you in the ring. I hate people like you 8ball, You just think that your soo damn powerful and nobody can stop you, ....youve got another thing or two coming....You think you can run this City, you think people respect you? ...Right now, maybe they do....But when Im done with you, people will forget the name 8ball...it will cease to exist...I plan to end your career when we step into the ring together...go ahead and keep hiding behind the FWA and your bodyguards...I still dont understand what you need Bodyguards for, what are you scared of? ..Do they stay at the foot of your bed while you sleep? ..do they make your breakfast in the morning and taste test it to make sure its suitable for you?....you are a sorry man, and Im glad I wasnt born a man like you are...I would have killed myself long ago if I had to look in the mirror everyday and see that I had to hide from people...to rely on people to protect from everything, with every step that I take....Its makes his sick to look at you 8ball, you are a sorry excuse for a human....Your time here is done 8ball, your time as the World Champion will soon come to an end...No 8ball, im not here pushing people around...Im here for business.

Im here to do my job...My job is to take out the people in front of me, and thats not pushing people around....Thats not even what I am about. ...and there is no beating that you can give me that will be worse than the one that you will receive at my hands...You are going to expierence massive ammounts of pain, pain like you have never felt in you life....Im not just another "big man" with a choke slam...It wouldnt matter if I was five foot seven, I would still be Jaymz...I would still have the black hell inside of me that consumes my soul....I dont send shivers down you spine? ...Ok, thats great...but how did it feel to get Silenced? ...Did you enjoy it? ...I didnt see you moving for quite some time after I laid you out on the mat...I hope it felt good, because next time I do it, I will make damn sure that it doenst just send shivers down your spine, but paralyze it...Lets see if you can still wrestle in a wheel chair...I am careful of my surroundings, sometimes...But you know 8ball, I dont see you out here on Steel Street...I dont see you out here socializing with the locals...Your sorry ass wouldnt last ten minutes out here...and well, its not near as bad as people make it out to be. ..Surround yourself with your bodyguards, be afraid 8ball....Take a good look out of the OWC Towers, take a good look at what Steel City is right now....Remember the image, it might be the only positive one you have left after our match....Look at it good, because when I take my Title from you this place is going to change....And I'll be sure to make you the first person to get down and bow in front of me, kiss my shoes and tell me how you were wrong...How you should have never crossed paths with me...I hope you realize what you are getting yourself into here 8ball....Its something that you wont be able to handle, something that you have never seen....Be ready 8ball....Im going to send you straight to the pits of Hell to burn in the black flames of the people of the Damned...The people who have committed sins so great that you cant even begin to comprehend....You are mine 8ball...The shallow competition that you have faced is nothing to what you have coming at you now...I cant wait for you to utter those two words, that I have never spoke but you will...I Quit.

...Now, do us all a favor...For you are nothing in this world....you stood looking in the face of Evil and come at me..I saw the intentions in your eyes....You mean nothing to anyone here.

....Now do it....

The ten men look up at Jaymz, get to their feet and pick up their weapons...Their eyes are still a cloudy gray as they all look at Jaymz, who is still grinning...The men with knives slash their own throats and the ones with guns put them to the sides of their heads and unload. Obeying Jaymz orders...All of the men fall to the ground...more people appear out of the alleys, looking out the doorways and windows...But nobody moves, they stand there in shock of everything that we have seen...Jaymz steps over the bodies in one big step and starts to walk down the middle of the street and heads for the camera.......

We go to commercial..

(to be continued)