V/O: Cocky, Red Tank, what do you know about being cocky? Are you a 2x World Champion? Did you carry a whole company on your back? Have you captured the attention of fans? How many catch phrases do you have? These things are what makes someone cocky.
Cocky
Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
So what, say how, say who
Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you
Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool
I deliver fool
Now who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money, than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, cadilacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper
Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
You think you got it good in Hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy
You got a Bently? Wow!
I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitch bow when I pimp through
For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z
Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off
So pissed 'bout to be pissed off
Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm clapin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
Cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
V/O: You stole this from me Red Tank. You knew that this was mine, so you took it and tried to make it your own.
It several hours before "The Chill". The CWF wrestlers and crew have taken over the Charlotte Coliseum. The crew sets up the ring and set as the wrestlers prepare themselves for the fans. Everyone knows their jobs and responsibilities to make this PPV a success.
Shane is seen walking through the halls of the arena. He's dressed in his ring attire. Grey boots, red tights with 'Natural' down the right leg and 'Wonder' down the left. The lettering is yellow, outlined in black. With no shirt the 'ICWA' tattoo is clearly visible on his left shoulder. Cradled in his left arm is his stable member Uncle Ben (Instant Rice), who has the Stable Title wrapped around him. Over Shane's right shoulder hangs the ICWA World belt. His hair is gelled up and a pair of CK sunglasses cover his eyes.
Shane strolls through the arena hallway. He has no purpose, he's just walking around the arena getting a feel for it. Getting used to it's atmosphere. As he's walking he passes a 'Utility Closet'. For some strange reason large quantities of smoke are billowing out from underneath the door. Immediately a thought crosses Shane's mind. FIRE!
Shane sets down Uncle Ben and the ICWA Title on a nearby table. He stands infront of the 'Utility Closet' and in one fluid motion kicks in the door. A split second later a massive cloud of smoke pours out from the room. It fills the hallway quickly. It doesn't smell llke fire though. It smells.....much different.
After a few minutes the smoke clears enough for Shane to see into the room. There sitting on the floor, among many mops, brooms, buckets, windex bottles and floor cleaner are 3 Teamsters. Shane looks the three men over. The first thing he notices is that they are all Native. The second is that they all have a very glazed over look on their faces. For some strange reason all three men are wearing Red Tank T-shirts. Laying on the floor between the men are a collection of rolling papers, pipes, bongs, lighters and ziplock bags full of, what can only be assumed as, oregano. The men look up at Shane with big grins on their faces and very puffy eyes.
Shane: What do you get when you put three Natives in a room with a bag of weed?
The teamsters look at each other. They are in no condition to think.
Shane: Red Tank fans.
The three men begin laughing, no because the joke was funny, but because they didn't understand it.
Shane: First he steals MY music, now he's gettting the roadcrew high. This is sad, really sad. I don't know how anyone that lights a spliff as much as Red Tank ever became a wrestler. It's degrating to everone else in the buisness. The guys walks aroud so fried that I doubt he even knows his own birthday.
One of the 'Utility' guys stumbles out of the closet toward Shane. Wanting nothing to do with any part of the Red Tank experience Shane picks up his ICWA Title, and Uncle Ben, off the table and walks away.
---1 1/2 hrs. before the start of "The Chill"---
Shane is standing in a large dressing room. He's still dressed in his ring attire and still carried Uncle Ben in his left arm. He's giving a few pointers to rookies who are scheduled to warm up the crowd in the dark matches. At that moment an interview crew walks into the dressing room. They've just finished shooting several wrestlers promos and are preparing to put the equiptment away. They spot Shane, and knowing how entertaining and popular he is, they quickly set-up as the interviewer makes her way to where Shane is standing.
Interviewer: Excuse me Mr. Jackson. Could I get you to cut a quick promo, just something to use to get the crowd going before the PPV actually starts.
A smile creeps across Shane's face.
Shane: Sure, I'd love to.
The crew signals that everything's ready. The interviewer turns to Shane, but before she can even open her mouth Shane begins.
Shane: I stand here, with the ICWA World Title over my shoulder, knowing I have to go out and defend it against Sebastian. Am I worried that I might loose it? No! 'Cause it's not going to happen. MY Title is going to stay in MY possession long after "The Chill" is over, that's a proven fact. Sebastian, you might as well start counting the lights now, because you're going to be seeing an awful lot of them during our match.
The ICWA Title slips a bit on Shane's shoulder. He adjusts it and continues on.
Shane: For reasons, I still haven't figure out, Red Tank has decided to call me on. Tank, people don't call on the "Natural Wonder". Why? Simple, because I'm good. Damn good. I don't own a World Title just because it looks nice in pictures. I've earned it, and no pie eyed, smiley faced, joint rollin' weed whacker is going to take it away from me.
In the background a bunch of the rookies can be seen laughing as Shane continues ripping on Red Tank.
Shane: This afternoon I walked into this arena, and went straight to the buffet table. When I got there I happened to notice that they had Pop-tarts. Raspberry, Strawberry and S'mores. You know what you remind me of Red Tank? Raspberry pop-tarts. You're livin' in the shadow of the popular Strawberry. Now as much as your, probably, thinking that I'm the Strawberry, you're wrong. I'm S'mores, a league all my own. After mentioning food I bet you're hungry. So being the nice guy that I am, I'm going to stop for a minute so you can roll another dube and make yourself a sandwhich.
Shane stops talking. He takes the ICWA World Title off his shoulder and holds it up to the camera. He hands Uncle Ben to the interview lady, so his left hand is free. He holds the ICWA Title up to the camera and points to it, then he points to himself and shakes his head 'yes'. He puts the title back over his shoulder and takes Uncle Ben back from the lady.
Shane: You good to go now Red? You got your fix? Don't worry I'm almost done. I'm sure, at some point, in your drug induced haze, you came to realize that 2002 is the "Year of the Natural Wonder". That's right, it's MY year, it's MY time. I'm giving you fair warning Red Tank. You challenged the Cleveland Express, don't be surprised if it's more than you can handle. You're going to find out what's it's lie to take on someone who truly is....COCKY!
Shane slides the ICWA Title off his shoulder and holds it up. At the same time he raises Uncle Ben, who's still adorned with the Stable Title, in the air. The camera fades to black.
