Post by Marcus T on Mar 30, 2010 16:25:23 GMT -5
***We open up to down town area of Dallas, Tx. We notice a six foot TWD world title walking down the street. The long caramel legs of a latin model. Her arms are nice and firm, a little muscle to show that she works out more than top three wrestlers in the TWD... combined. She struts down the street in a pair of red high heels. She looks like she belongs to some one special. She does not walk, she struts so well you would mistaken that she glides. Super model looks with a super model walk. Let's see if she has the smarts to back it up. Or is she about as dumb as every "wrestling diva."
A black Maybach pulls up driving no more than ten miles an hour. The camera focus on the passenger side. Just then the back window comes down half way. All you can see are the sunglasses of Marcus T. He looks around, then finally drops the windows all the way. He removes his shades from his face.***
BBMT: What do we have here? You are looking good today. Imagine you and me together again.
**The Belt keeps walking.***
BBMT: Aw baby, don't be like that. I know I left you high and dry the first time, I did not mean nothing by it, I just had to leave to take care of my house. You know... getting my house in order. If there is one thing I like on top of me, more than a world title and more than women, is a world title woman. It seems to me you fit the description.
**The Belt does not pay me any attention.***
BBMT: I understand. You hate how I left you with a bunch of rejects, and the biggest one was the one that grabbed you. I don't hold that against you, I know he was the rebound lover, something to hold you over until a more skilled wrestler showed you love again. Guess what baby? That man is back. Don't you miss the private jets and the three ways with the women who wanted to join the mile high club? We were a great team, we were perfect, we were unstoppable.
You know how I get down, when you are the apple of my eye you are the only one I want to bite into. I will put no other title before you, and I promise no one else will touch you. Everyone knows I hold on to world titles like Krunch wife likes to hold balls in her jaws.
So what do you say? Come back home to daddy. You know you want to.
***The car stop and I open the door. Miss. World Title stops in her track and hesitant turn my direction. I give off my boyish grin and wink at her. She begins to walk toward the car and I quickly close the door.***
BBMT: On second thought, I don't beg for shit! Go find some other sucka to Casanova your ass... DRIVER LET'S ROLL!!"
***Scene fades as this Mercedes Boy rides off. Leaving the world title high and dry... AGAIN!**
BBMT:
Do you wanna ride
with
This Mercedes Boy?
A black Maybach pulls up driving no more than ten miles an hour. The camera focus on the passenger side. Just then the back window comes down half way. All you can see are the sunglasses of Marcus T. He looks around, then finally drops the windows all the way. He removes his shades from his face.***
BBMT: What do we have here? You are looking good today. Imagine you and me together again.
**The Belt keeps walking.***
BBMT: Aw baby, don't be like that. I know I left you high and dry the first time, I did not mean nothing by it, I just had to leave to take care of my house. You know... getting my house in order. If there is one thing I like on top of me, more than a world title and more than women, is a world title woman. It seems to me you fit the description.
**The Belt does not pay me any attention.***
BBMT: I understand. You hate how I left you with a bunch of rejects, and the biggest one was the one that grabbed you. I don't hold that against you, I know he was the rebound lover, something to hold you over until a more skilled wrestler showed you love again. Guess what baby? That man is back. Don't you miss the private jets and the three ways with the women who wanted to join the mile high club? We were a great team, we were perfect, we were unstoppable.
You know how I get down, when you are the apple of my eye you are the only one I want to bite into. I will put no other title before you, and I promise no one else will touch you. Everyone knows I hold on to world titles like Krunch wife likes to hold balls in her jaws.
So what do you say? Come back home to daddy. You know you want to.
***The car stop and I open the door. Miss. World Title stops in her track and hesitant turn my direction. I give off my boyish grin and wink at her. She begins to walk toward the car and I quickly close the door.***
BBMT: On second thought, I don't beg for shit! Go find some other sucka to Casanova your ass... DRIVER LET'S ROLL!!"
***Scene fades as this Mercedes Boy rides off. Leaving the world title high and dry... AGAIN!**
BBMT:
Do you wanna ride
with
This Mercedes Boy?