Match RP (Part 1)

::Scene One::

The scene comes about to Detroit, Michigan, where you see that of “Mr. Knockout” Chad Jennings (Chad, who’s wearing that of baggy light blue grain jeans, a long white South Pole t-shirt, and those of white sneakers) walking in a area, which seems to be quiet, at the time… now looking ahead of Chad, you see that of two men, both of African ascent, standing face to face, having a conversation (one almost, or the exact same height as Chad, but overweight, and the other, shorter than Chad, by a bit, skinny)… as Chad now approaches them, both turn his way…

.::Homie::.::Big Black::.
“Aight, Chad… you sure bout going through with this?”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Yea, I’m going through wit it…”

.::Homie::.::Big Black::.
“Man… shit… you talkin’ bout, some fucked up shit, fo real.”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“It ain’t like, I’ma kill someone, I got it all planned out…”

.::Homie::.::Big Black::.
“Man… shit…”

.::Homie::.::Unknown::.
“Aight, now I got, all kinds of… … shit.”

Chad, now nods his head a couple times…

.::Homie::.::Unknown::.
“Man, shit… you know you need anything, always… always come to me, I got it all… and if I don’t got it, I can get… and you know this man!”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Yea… I know, T…”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Aight… come on.”

All three men, Chad, Big Black, and T, head on into that of a white house that is only seen as the only house on the block, that looks nice, and decent; and the scene now quickly fades out, and comes back with all three men, Chad, Big Black, and T, now walking to another room… and in this room you can already see many guns lying around, unloaded it seem, just on display… and you also see that of a big bag of marijuana (weed, pot, etc.)…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Damn… you stupid!”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Do what, mutha fucka?!”


.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“You just gonna leave a bag weed lyin’ out?”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Mutha fucka, there ain’t never no police out here, what tha fuck you thinkin’?! There ain’t shit… this place, fuckin’ dead pretty much!”

The room pauses momentarily…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Aight now, I got… machine guns, subs, pistols, uh… all of it!”

Chad now looks around, stops by the bed, which has quite a few guns… there’s a few pistols (10 to be exact; some black, some silver, a couple white), then you see that of several submachine guns (5 to be exact; all black, a few with straps with them), and now Chad looks at those of the assault rifles, which there are only two…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“See anything you like?”

T now sits down in the brown wooden chair, at the table, where the big bag of marijuana, lies on the table in front of him, now opening the bag up, and pulling out a few medium pinches of it… Chad now picks up a Bersa Thunder 380 Duotone Plus, a semi-automatic pistol, which is small, black with a whitish-grayish stripe…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Yea, this… and there’s a few others…”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Aight man… I hope you got tha money for em all…”

T now, crunching the weed up in a little bit silver crusher, spinning the top off it around, crushing it all up good…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Yea… I got bout four grand wit me…”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Damn, aight… I’ll give ya half price off, on some!”

T now dumping the weed out of the crusher, all on in the brown wooden table, in a nice pile, and now scattering apart a bit, picking out seeds… Chad now lies the gun down, on the table, as T now begins to scrap the weed up a bit with a plastic card, into a pile…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Yo man, be careful wit that shit! I got it loaded and shit…”

Chad now looks at T funny, like, “are you a fucking moron” way…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Nah, I’m just kiddin’ man.”

Chad, now shakes his head, as T now scraps the weed up into a white cigarette J.O.B. paper, 1.25, Chad now turns his attention back to the guns on the bed… Chad, now picks up that of a Ruger P944TH Manual Safety Centerfire Semi-Automatic Pistol, which is silver on the top of the barrel, gray stripped, with black Hogue rubber grips; and lies it down on the brown table as well, as T now gets down rolling a fat joint…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“This too…”

T now lights up the joint, but quickly puts it out in a ash tray, he quickly grabs… he now relights it, and puts it in his mouth as Chad now grabs another pistol, a Ruger P944TH Manual Safety Centerfire Semi-Automatic Pistol, that’s totally black, with gray stripes, and black Hogue rubber grips; that Chad sets done, now turning around to T, taking the joint, as it’s handed to him…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“That right there, nine hundred dollars…”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Aight…”

Chad, now hands the joint to Big, now turning his attentions back to the guns, as Big Black, takes a big hit off the joint… Chad, now grabs that of a Uzi SMG (submachine gun) and looks at it for a moment closely, and now holds it in his right hand, with his right index finger… he now puts the Uzi SMG back down on the bed, and grabs the smallest of out of the Uzi’s, and that’s the Micro Uzi, and he now lies that down on the brown wooden table, and now T takes a puff off the joint…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“That gonna be four hundred dollars…”

T now handing Chad the joint, and Chad now taking a quick hit (puff) off the joint, and another hit, but bigger hit this time off the joint, now handing it to Big…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Hell, you can have that Uzi Pistol, for three hundred dollars, and I’ll throw in a free suppressor…”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Aight, cool.”

Chad now turns his attention back towards the guns on the bed, as Big Black, takes a hit off the joint, and now hands it back to T… and Chad now picks up a AK-47, and sets it down on the brown wooden table…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Now that gonna be five hundred dollars! But… I’ll throw something in if you willing to pay three hundred dollars for it, and… me give you at least one thousand five hundred worth of rounds for it… how bout that?”

Chad now like what, as T takes a huge hit off the joints, as he now gets up out of the brown wooden chair, now handing that of the joint back to Chad, which is small now… and Chad now takes a couple hits off of it, as T, now pulls out rounds that are huge, and now lies about fifteen of them on his brown wooden table, and now gives him another AK, and Chad now with a grin, as he got done taking another hit, now handing it to Big…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Aight! (Now exhaling the smoke)”

Chad, now reaches into his pocket, as Big now puts the joint out, in the ash tray, as T hands it to him; now, Big hands it back to T… and Chad now pulls out around about thirty one hundred dollar bills… and now quickly counts out three thousand dollars quickly, and takes out six hundred dollars of it… now going to hand it to T, but T wasn’t paying attention…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Aight, now that gonna be, two thousand four hundred dollars, dog – oh!”

T now takes the money, begins counting it out…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Man, T… you should know, I wouldn’t rip you off… you just paranoid…”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Nah, man… I was just settin’ it a certain way…”

Big Black, now begins to laugh, and Chad stands there feeling stupid a bit…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Man, shit… since you like tha only dude, to buy, and pay me this much, in awhile, here, a free duffel bag, put them damn things… and whatever you do, hell even when you get caught, better not tell them, I sold them to you.”

T, now gets up out of his brown wooden chair again, and opens his closet door, and grabs that of a Detroit Pistons, duffel bag…

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Man… T, you just paranoid…”

T now handing the Pistons duffel bag to Chad…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Man… isn’t we all?”

Chad, now like “What the fuck” looking, along with Big Black, as T now sits back down in his brown wooden chair… but Chad now unzips the duffel bag… and he now puts all the guns, he just bought from his “homie” and loading them into the Detroit Pistons duffel bag, one by one… Chad, goes to just about zip the bag up, but before he could T, began dropping clips in, to all the guns, and Chad looks up to him like “what…”

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Man… you thought, I was gonna make you go buy new clips, ammunition, and shit? I mean after all, I got paid, by tha bundle! By tha way, these all loaded…”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Aight… yo man, fuck it, thanks.”

Now, after T just dropped about twenty to thirty different types of clips, and for the other different guns, and Chad now quickly zips it up…

.::Homie::.::T::.
“Now, I didn’t give you much ammunition, but this should last you awhile, it ain’t like you going into a war man…”

.::Mr. Knockout::.::Chad Jennings::.
“Yea… plus even if I do, got tha money at tha moment, and shit…”

Chad, now heads on out of the room, and Big Black follows, and T right behind him… Big, and T, now watch as Chad heads out the door… but Big, and T, now head out the door right behind him, and T closes the door, and that of the scene now fades out…

::Scene Two::

The scene comes about to Miami, Florida, where you see that of Chad Jennings, now stopped at a McDonalds, eating a Big Mac, in the parking lot, inside his Cadillac Eldoraldo Fleetwood black rental car… Chad, continues on eating, but what in the world, is he doing in Miami (some may wonder, but we’ll find out soon enough)… Chad, now grabs that of his large McDonalds cup, and begins sipping some of his, pop, through the straw? Chad now sets the drink back down in the drink cup holster… Chad now continues to eat his Big Mac… and now he finishes it off, as well as tossing the McDonalds: Big Mac box, out the window, into their parking lot… Chad, now begins to drink some more of his drink… now sets it back down in the cup holster, and begins to start up the car… and he now takes off leaving the McDonalds parking lot… the scene now fades.

*About an hour later*

The scene comes about to that of a huge mansion, and it seems Chad, is staking out? Chad, who sits in the car, waiting, timing, planning, plotting? Minutes later Chad, opens the driver side car door… and climbs out quickly, but closes the door slowly, and as quite as possible… Chad now walks around the car quickly, and puts the key into the trunks keyhole, and turns it, and pops the trunk open, which doesn’t make a loud noise, but low noise… Chad, now unzips the Detroit Pistons duffel bag, what’s he about to do?! He now digs around in the bag, now pulling out that of the AK-47… and he now puts in a new clip for it… he now, walks up to the mansion slowly, creepily, and quietly… he now slowly peeps inside the window, and sees that of… wait a minute… it’s Alex Briganti, and his family, sitting in the living room… Chad now slowly, but quietly, creeps around to the other side… he now is standing at an empty side of the house, as he now peeps into a window, noticing no one in the room, or around the room… he now holds the AK up to side of the house, which has plenty of windows… and he now begins to spray (blast) the AK, hitting the side of the house, knocking out all the windows, and the bullets flying in the house, hitting stuff, breaking, and stuff and more… and you can hear that of Alex’s family screaming, and panicking, but you can’t hear Alex, but the AK is now out of bullets, and Chad, now quickly runs off, back around to the side of the mansion, he was at first, well doing something this… this crazy, and all over the Hood Tribe Death Row feud?! Chad now at his Cadillac Eldoraldo Fleetwood black rental car, tosses the AK-47 into the trunk, and quickly shuts the trunk, he now quickly, opens the driver side car door, and hops in the car quickly, with the keys now in his hand… he now starts the car up quickly, as well as closes the driver side door, quickly, but slamming it shut! He now quickly, flees the scene, in his car…