Booker T is in a prison cell, still being held about the incident involving Chris Jericho. He starts yelling at the fat prison guard, who doesnt seem to take much notice
|%| Booker T |%| This is BULLSHIT! lemme outta here, i got the right to call my Lawyer dawg!
|%| Guard |%| Either you've watched alot of movies, or youve been around a prison before..
|%| Booker T |%| Dont bring that shit up dawg, im over that, i did my time, i paid my debt to society. Look dawg, i was at Heat, kickin the shit outta that big ass motherfucker The Undertaker.
|%| Guard |%| Tell it to the judge.
|%| Booker T |%| If i was let outta this fuckin' cell, i probably would tell it to the judge, dawg. God damn, is it because im black? are you the bunch of fat, unfit, donut eatin', racist motherfuckers the rest of my boys say you are?
|%| Guard |%| Did you say somethin' about donuts?
|%| Booker T |%| Shut the fuck up, dawg, lemme outta this place.
|%| Guard |%| Did you just tell me to shut the fuck up?
|%| Booker T |%| Hell yeah i said that you deaf motherfucker.
The guard comes over and electrocutes Booker T with his taser-baton.
|%| Booker T |%| Drop that fuckin electric stick and lets see how you go then you little white boy bitch.
|%| Guard |%| Shut the fuck up nigger!
|%| Booker T |%| Ohh thats it. Your fuckin' goin' down bitch!
Booker T charges at the bars to swipe at the guard, but the guard electrocutes him for about half a minute. Booker T starts convulsing, and falls to the ground like a piece of lead. The guard opens the cell to check if Booker is conscious. As the guard gets fully inside the cell, Booker T springs up and kicks the guard in the stomach. Before the guard knows whats happening, Booker T gives him a Scissors Kick!. With the guard laid out, Booker T takes the keys and Taser Baton, and locks the guard in the cell! Booker T runs off down a hall, and sees another guard. The guard runs at Booker T, Baton drawn. As the guard draws closer, Booker T does a commando roll under the approaching weapon, and the guard falls over Booker T.
|%| Booker T |%| Thats what i thought white boy. I been up against you stupid sons of bitches again. Its 1 - All Prison!
Booker T keeps running, until he sees the police station, which the prison is part of, unguarded. Booker T gets his wallet and cellphone. He then sprints outside the police station, and off into a clearing. About half an hour later, Booker T drops the baton and keys, and hails down a taxi. As soon as a cab slows down, he runs out jumps into the taxi.
|%| Booker T |%| Hey yo dawg, get me to the graveyard!
|%| Cab Driver |%| The What?
|%| Booker T |%| The Graveyard
|%| Cab Driver |%| The Grapeyard?
|%| Booker T |%| No you stupid white fuck.You know, the graveyard, the dead center of town.
|%| Cab Driver |%| What did you call me?
|%| Booker T |%| Damn you whites are all deaf. I called you, a stupid..white..fuck. Do..you..have..a..problem..with..that?
The cab driver brakes suddenly
|%| Cab Driver |%| Get the fuck outta my car boy.
|%| Booker T |%| Okay sure
Booker gets out, and then opens the driver side door and rips the cab driver out! he gets in and keeps driving as if nothing has happened.Booker T turns on the car radio and listens in on the news.
|%| News Reporter |%| Our top story for the hour is that NLW Superstar Booker T has escaped from custody, in the Long Island Police Station's Custody Prison.We have conflicting reports that hes now taken a Taxi from one of New Yorks finest Cab Drivers, screaming racist phrases against Caucasian people.If you see this man, do not attempt to take him on yourself, hes un-armed but very dangerous. He has incredible strength, only matched by NLW superstars. If you see him please call on 911. We will have more on this breaking story as it comes to hand.
Booker T seems take to take no note of what hes just heard. Instead, he keeps driving until he reches a quiet suburb in Brooklyn, New York. He reaches Jameson Boulevard, and parks outside of number 32.
|%| Booker T |%| Change of plans, the Graveyard can wait.
Booker Walks upto the front door, as the scene fades.
|| Scene Two || Bah-Lee Dat Playa!
Two Young Wrestlers are in the ring in a dark match before the first ever NLW House Show, when all of a sudden Theodore Long's hip-hop music hits. The fans give no real reception, until they see none other than Booker T coming out behind him! The two make their way down to the ring. The two unknown wrestlers are still wrestling, and Booker gives one The Bookend. The other has no idea, so he locks him into a Dragon Sleeper. Long gets into the ring and takes the mic from the ring announcer, and starts to talk to the NLW crowd.
|%| Theodore Long |%| Lemme Holla atcha Playa!!
The fans give a loud boo to Long's famed catchphrase.Booker T grabs the mic from Theodore Long.
|%| Booker T |%| Shut the fuck up let the man speak!
The crowd are stunned into silence as Booker T hands the mic back to Long.
|%| Theodore Long |%| Now before i was interrupted by you Playa Haters, drinkin' ya Haterade, i was about to tell ya about my ex-clients, D-Lo Brown, Jazz, Rodney Mack, The Thuggin, and Mark Henry, The Buggin, now bah-lee dat Playa! Now you look at D-Lo Brown. I dont think anybody was 'Down with the Brown', and that kid couldnt wrestle his way outta a paper bag, ya feel me? now you move on to the Jazz. Now Jazz was 'Da Man', literally. She had a bigger package than D-Lo, Mack and Henry, combined, but playa, im not into that whole SheMale thang, now bah-lee dat!
The crowd laugh a little about Jazz's Transexuality
|%| Theodore Long |%| Now onto the Thuggin and Buggin.When we started, it was about 'Back da Mack coz hes Black', and guess what? that son bitch wasnt even black! he was an albino african american! I liked to call him A-Cubed, or A to the Power of 3, or sometimes just Triple A. He got pissed off wit dat, and we went our separate ways, now bah-lee dat playa. Now onto the biggest, strongest, Fattest, Slowest, shit wrestler, your ever gonna meet playa. Im talkin' about Mark Henry, the worlds fattest man. That kid couldnt walk down to the ring without being tired, let alone get in it, let alone wrestle for over five minutes. So now, i found myself a new Client, and im takin' him to the top, you see ive Backed da Mack, ive been Down with The Brown, but now, im Hooked on the Book! so i introduce to you, my new Client, Booker T, now bah-lee dat playa!
The crowd boo as Booker T takes the mic.
|%| Booker T |%| You know what? shut the hell up! im sick of you white people, your always trying to convict me, and try me, for shit i didnt do! I had no beef with Jericho whatsoever, and theres no possible way i could of hit him, i was fightin' against the Undertaker on Heat.
The crowd boo, not happy with Booker's alibi
|%| Booker T |%| So what, your gonna think its the black man? did you notice im the only black guy in the NLW? and i was the only person to be taken to the police station for questioning? its the white man trying to hold me down, trying to stop me from destroying the Macrabe Jester, Vampiro. Im sick of you racist sons of bitches, im gonna talk about this dumbfuck wannabe goth Vampiro.
The crowd boo and the people in the front row start to chuck empty food packaging into the ring.
|%| Booker T |%| Piss off you stupid redneck sons of bitches! that food in them containers will probably be your lunch for a week! Now, Vampiro. The only thing that youve got over any of your opponents so far, is that they are scared of you. You go near people, and they shit themselves, they let you pin them before you can do any mystical, gothic, bullshit supernatural curses to them or some shit, i dont really care. Vamp, you dont scare me. You and your white face paint, and your stupid talking, they dont scare me dawg. What are you gonna do, when you fight someone, like me, whos not scared of you? your gonna get scared. You seem to think that youve never been scared in your life, and that your only scared of what your capable of, but you will be scared of me. I will make sure that your scared of me Vamp. See i got no doubt in my mind i can beat your ass just like i did in wCw, you havent changed, and ive only gotten better. I ask you to bring your best on Raw dawg, and lets see whos scared of who you fucking lame-ass goth wannabe.
The Crowd Boo has Book hands the mic over to Theodore Long
|%| Theodore Long |%| Bah-Lee what hes sayin' playa! Booker T is the man now, its his time, ya feel me?
The crowd boo, not wanting to believe that its Booker T's 'Time'
|%| Theodore Long |%| And you can hate The Book and me all you want, but whether you like it or not, ya gonna get Hooked on da Book, Ya Feel Me?
Crowd boo again.Booker T takes the mic.
|%| Booker T |%| Vampiro, your gonna be the first to get Hooked on the Book, dawg, the first of many, NOW CAN YOU DIG THAT, SUCKA!!
Booker T drops the mic and Theodore Long and Booker T make their way to the back.