Post by SWITCHBLXDE on Dec 30, 2020 4:20:24 GMT -5
[The clinging of steel on steel is heard as we fade in on an old jail cell. The bars are half rusted and the small jailhouse is beginning to rot. It’s an older holding cell for a small sheriff's office long since used regularly. On a bench in the inside of the locked cell is the man known simply as SWITCHBLXDE. He’s holding a large piece of wood and a steel custom made switchblade knife. He continues flicking it open and close as he begins to speak, his voice raspy yet quiet.]
I used to be something bruh. I used to run shit! I used to be on top of the world. A crew to command, more money than you could even imagine, and more women than I could handle. But it all came crashin’ down at the snap of a finger. I went from Kingpin to inmate. Lost it all.
[Another flick of the knife as he goes back to carving the piece of wood. A lit cigarette rests between his fingers as he takes a hit and lets the smoke seep from his lips before returning the cancer stink to his fingers. His tattoos glisten from sweat dripping down his barechest. His legs covered with tight ripped blue jean style joggers and his feet wearing some beaten up Jordans. The wood chips begin piling the floor, SWITCHBLXDE brushing some off his lap as he continues.]
As I sat in that prison day by day countin’ down my time I was hit with a decision. Step the fuck up and risk it all or sit the fuck down and rot in the cell. I did what I always do. Warden wanted a Champ so I gave him one. I broke down so many muhfuckas’ that they had to yank me off of each time. Except one. The finale. The final stop before freedom. I wanted out so I did what I had to. Life is short and redemption comes once in a lifetime. They didn’t pull me off this time. And I ended their show with a life. And as the bitch took his final breath I realized what I was all about. I realized what I could do. I took my freedom in exchange for a life. And I’d do it again in a fuckin’ heartbeat.
[SWITCHBLXDE chuckles slightly, licking his lips with a crooked grin. The light reflects off of his silver smile as the smoke seeps from behind them.]
Now I’m free, walking the streets as a certified killer. Money talks. Anythin’ for a fuckin’ price.
[The carving continues as a large chunk falls from the middle creating a circle of some kind. SWITCHBLXDE kicks it to the side, not even bothering to see where it rolled off to. His concentration never leaving the project.]
And now my freedom brings me here. Face to face with a man who calls himself the King. A fallen King lookin’ to reclaim his former glory. You know Johnny, you remind me of a man I once knew. An inmate I met years ago. He too was a man who claimed a throne. He ran his own set of goons and believed to be the top dog in the clink. Then I stepped into the yard.
[He wipes the sweat from his brow as it begins to drip down his face and into his eyes, a minor distraction from what he’s trying to create. SWITCHBLXDE flicks the cigarette onto the floor and puts it out with a stomp of his shoe, letting the smoke seep through his lips once more.]
Much like yourself he thought himself to be royalty in a world of peasants. Told me I wasn’t shit and I should be fetchin’ his house slippers. So I waited and watched. He tried to kill me when my rep was growin’. Sent some goons to do his dirty work. I sent them back with some scars as a warnin’. He came after me himself. So you know what I did to him Johnny? I took a small little shiv and I showed him his stomach from the outside. You’d be surprised what a simple switchblade can do to the human flesh.
[The wood begins to take the shape of a crown. Minor details at first, SWITCHBLXDE trying to cut it into the perfect shape for himself. It isn’t like your average crown, more of a modern day ‘Thugged Out’ version with music symbols and a large mic on the front.]
Johnny, you lookin’ to run back and claim the game again. You steppin’ toe to toe with the REALEST GOON in the ROOM and a certified KILLA’! This ain’t no gimmick! This ain’t no filler to try to look like I’m hard. This is life muhfucka’! And I earned the right to stand here and claim my throne. You’re just a fool claimin’ a throne off some bullshit. At Coup De Grace I’m going to do to you exactly what I did to the ‘King’ in prison. When we step into the ring and stand face to face, I’m gonna’ to show you your stomach bruh. And once you're holdin’ your insides and wonderin’ how you can die without a final meal, remember that you were just holdin’ the crown for the real King.... the THUG KING himself.
[Finally the crown seems to be completed. SWITCHBLXDE looks it over once more and carves a few small details before taking the knife and stabbing it into the bench next to him. He inspects it before blowing off the wood shavings and placing the crown slowly onto his head. A nearly perfect fit for the ‘Thug King’. He stands to his feet and walks to the door of the cell before leaning against it with his arms through the bars. This is the first time his blood shot eyes meet the camera. A cocky grin spreads across his face as he flashes that silver toothed smile.]
Freedom man. Isn’t it a treat?
[SWITCHBLXDE pushes on the cell door as it swings open and he steps out. A bright light flashes on and SWITCHBLXDE grins again before winking at the camera and spreading his arms out to the sides. He begins walking towards the light, it grows brighter and brighter until he disappears into it’s glow. It continues growing brighter and brighter, eventually burning the camera and causing it to unfocus and cut out to black.]
