Post by Duke Wallace on Apr 24, 2010 8:46:44 GMT -6
**"The Supremacist" Duke Wallace strolls through the parking lot at the New York SWA headquarters. He walks with his shoulders stretched out, tying to further emphasize his already bulky physique. A tired looking SWA interviewer by the name of Travis Malloy picks his bus pass out of his pocket and stands on the street corner waiting for the bus. He shrieks as Duke Wallace grabs him from behind and drags him down the street.**
DUKE: Come with me Malloy. We're going on a little field trip.
**Duke has Malloy by the back of the neck. They stop at another street corner a block away.**
TRAVIS: Where are you taking me?
DUKE: Just wait and see. And have you no pride? What's a grown man like you doing riding the bus? You drive a moped on weekends for recreation too? Maybe you'd have a woman if you didn't carry yourself like such a loser everywhere you went?
TRAVIS: Why does everyone keep saying that? Are we taking your car?
DUKE: Are you kidding? With gas prices the way they are? I've arranged some discount transportation.
**A handi-transit van pulls up on the corner. Duke punches Travis in the kidneys. He groans and hunches over.**
DUKE: Atta boy, Travis. Just keep it up til we reach Little Italy.
**Duke pushes Travis to the back of the van. Travis moans for the first 2 blocks of their trip before he can gather the strength to speak.**
TRAVIS: Why are we going to Little Italy?
DUKE: Thought I'd send a bit of a message to DC Antonio. I plan on raising a little havoc on the Italians. He's more or less the sole representative of the Italian people here in SWA. Like myself he also comes from a Mixed Martial Arts background. Or at least he claims to. I've never heard of him, nor have I seen any of his fights. He may very well be lying about the whole thing. There are a lot of those posers out there that think they can intimidate people with a fake history in a deadly sport.
TRAVIS: That reminds me, Duke. I was doing some research, and I had a lot of trouble finding any info on your former fights, trainers, etc.
DUKE: Oh. Probably because of that fire years ago that destroyed all the records.
TRAVIS: Funny how that happens. Just so I have something to post on my blog later about this impromptu kidnapping, why are you punishing all Italians just to make an example to one Italian that you've never met or fought with before?
DUKE: Need I remind you that the Italians were some of the first to side with Hitler?
TRAVIS: Come on Duke. That was over 60 years ago.
DUKE: Fashions change. People don't. The same Italians that shook hands with Hitler are still polluting our society today. Nowhere else in the world will you see an ethnic group so in love with the degenerate lifestyle of crime, drugs, prostitution and heavy garlic fueled cooking.
TRAVIS: You're comparing their use of garlic to their position in the Axis of Evil?
DUKE: Some of them sweat that garlic like a cab driver sweats curry. It can reek like a sausage vomited in your face. Back on the topic at hand, the Italians pride themselves on a life of crime. DC Antonio is no exception. He wears his degenerate lifestyle like a badge of honor. He lives out of wedlock with his knocked up girlfriend. Bet the kid's not even his. Even in his pathetic life of crime, he shows very little dedication. You know in my culture, if a father passed on his business to his son, the son would feel honored to do the job and make his father proud. Little Derek took over the family business and has apparently put it on hiatus so he can reach for fame and glory as a pro wrestler. That's the same old story. Hard working immigrant parents get shamed by their lazy wishy washy children. I intend to draw Antonio out today, by any means necessary. We're going to search every warehouse in this area. If we find Antonio himself, great. If we find a member of his "family" just as good.
TRAVIS: You still haven't told me what my role is in all this.
**The handi-transit van stops on a street corner in Little Italy. There's a warehouse on the corner. Duke lifts Travis out of his seat and pushes him out the vehicle and onto the street.**
DUKE: You're here simply as a witness. Oh yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention.
TRAVIS: What's that?
DUKE: I need a diversion to draw them out.
**Duke selivers another punch to Travis' kidneys. He slaps a t-shirt over Travis with big letters on it that says "I Hate De Niro". Duke pushes Travis right into the giant glass window at the front of the warehouse. Within seconds there are angry screams coming from inside the warehouse. About a dozen young, muscular and angry looking Italian men come out the front door and start roughing up poor Travis Malloy. Travis cries for them to stop, but they continue until he's left nearly unconscious on the sidewalk. The men spit on Travis and go back inside. Duke has been staring at a picture with mug shots on it. He shakes his head in disappointment and comes to pick up an injured Travis Malloy.**
DUKE: No good. None of them match any member of the Antonio family. Come on Travis. We have the whole day ahead of us. There are a lot of other warehouses to check in this neighborhood.
**Travis is dragged down the street by Duke.**
DUKE: Come with me Malloy. We're going on a little field trip.
**Duke has Malloy by the back of the neck. They stop at another street corner a block away.**
TRAVIS: Where are you taking me?
DUKE: Just wait and see. And have you no pride? What's a grown man like you doing riding the bus? You drive a moped on weekends for recreation too? Maybe you'd have a woman if you didn't carry yourself like such a loser everywhere you went?
TRAVIS: Why does everyone keep saying that? Are we taking your car?
DUKE: Are you kidding? With gas prices the way they are? I've arranged some discount transportation.
**A handi-transit van pulls up on the corner. Duke punches Travis in the kidneys. He groans and hunches over.**
DUKE: Atta boy, Travis. Just keep it up til we reach Little Italy.
**Duke pushes Travis to the back of the van. Travis moans for the first 2 blocks of their trip before he can gather the strength to speak.**
TRAVIS: Why are we going to Little Italy?
DUKE: Thought I'd send a bit of a message to DC Antonio. I plan on raising a little havoc on the Italians. He's more or less the sole representative of the Italian people here in SWA. Like myself he also comes from a Mixed Martial Arts background. Or at least he claims to. I've never heard of him, nor have I seen any of his fights. He may very well be lying about the whole thing. There are a lot of those posers out there that think they can intimidate people with a fake history in a deadly sport.
TRAVIS: That reminds me, Duke. I was doing some research, and I had a lot of trouble finding any info on your former fights, trainers, etc.
DUKE: Oh. Probably because of that fire years ago that destroyed all the records.
TRAVIS: Funny how that happens. Just so I have something to post on my blog later about this impromptu kidnapping, why are you punishing all Italians just to make an example to one Italian that you've never met or fought with before?
DUKE: Need I remind you that the Italians were some of the first to side with Hitler?
TRAVIS: Come on Duke. That was over 60 years ago.
DUKE: Fashions change. People don't. The same Italians that shook hands with Hitler are still polluting our society today. Nowhere else in the world will you see an ethnic group so in love with the degenerate lifestyle of crime, drugs, prostitution and heavy garlic fueled cooking.
TRAVIS: You're comparing their use of garlic to their position in the Axis of Evil?
DUKE: Some of them sweat that garlic like a cab driver sweats curry. It can reek like a sausage vomited in your face. Back on the topic at hand, the Italians pride themselves on a life of crime. DC Antonio is no exception. He wears his degenerate lifestyle like a badge of honor. He lives out of wedlock with his knocked up girlfriend. Bet the kid's not even his. Even in his pathetic life of crime, he shows very little dedication. You know in my culture, if a father passed on his business to his son, the son would feel honored to do the job and make his father proud. Little Derek took over the family business and has apparently put it on hiatus so he can reach for fame and glory as a pro wrestler. That's the same old story. Hard working immigrant parents get shamed by their lazy wishy washy children. I intend to draw Antonio out today, by any means necessary. We're going to search every warehouse in this area. If we find Antonio himself, great. If we find a member of his "family" just as good.
TRAVIS: You still haven't told me what my role is in all this.
**The handi-transit van stops on a street corner in Little Italy. There's a warehouse on the corner. Duke lifts Travis out of his seat and pushes him out the vehicle and onto the street.**
DUKE: You're here simply as a witness. Oh yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention.
TRAVIS: What's that?
DUKE: I need a diversion to draw them out.
**Duke selivers another punch to Travis' kidneys. He slaps a t-shirt over Travis with big letters on it that says "I Hate De Niro". Duke pushes Travis right into the giant glass window at the front of the warehouse. Within seconds there are angry screams coming from inside the warehouse. About a dozen young, muscular and angry looking Italian men come out the front door and start roughing up poor Travis Malloy. Travis cries for them to stop, but they continue until he's left nearly unconscious on the sidewalk. The men spit on Travis and go back inside. Duke has been staring at a picture with mug shots on it. He shakes his head in disappointment and comes to pick up an injured Travis Malloy.**
DUKE: No good. None of them match any member of the Antonio family. Come on Travis. We have the whole day ahead of us. There are a lot of other warehouses to check in this neighborhood.
**Travis is dragged down the street by Duke.**