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Rage in the Cage: Diablo vs. Luster
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coolmint21
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The FCC
FADEIN: WFW Conference Room. Pictures of the most memorable moments in the WFW history fills the room. Luster and the Head of Talent Relations, Paul E, is sitting at the conference table.
Paul E: The reason we brought you here today is to tell you that you are doing a great job since your debut here in the WFW. You fill the seats night after night. You are going places here but...
Just as Paul E says "but" a man dressed in a black suit and tie enters the room.
Luster: Why you gots Luster here? You broung him here to tell him Luster's good. Luster knows he's good. All the ladies love Luster. They come to the arena saying Luster, Luster. We want to touch the package Lusty. Luster knows this be bulls**t, main squeeze.
Paul E: Okay, Luster you got us. This is Mr. Smith from the FCC. Have you heard of the FCC?
Luster: Of course Luster knows what the FCC is. Luster spoke at their convention last year. The Fat Chick Commitee. Luster had to inspire those ladies last year. What it takes to be Luster's ladies is what Luster titled the speech.
Paul E: No Luster, FCC is the Federal Communications Commission.
Mr. Smith: Yes, Mr. Luster.
Luster: What is this about? Luster gots a match at Rage on the Stage. Lusters gots moves for that punka** Diablo. What kind of name is Diablo? Is that a car or something? I will drop the package on Diablo's flamin a**. Luster will ride his Train from Funkytrain straight into his car having a**.
Paul E: Just stop it now damn it Luster. The reason Mr. Smith is here is because you have violated every broadcast rule in the book by doing that ball thing.
Mr. Smith: Yes Luster the ball thing is why we are here. You can't drop your testicles on people's heads. In order to have a TV13 Rating you must stop the ball thing or face a fine.
Luster: Luster gots to stop the Funk then the Wagnell. The Funk Wagnell is Luster's signature move. Luster will pay the fine. The ladies love the package. Luster gots it going on, mandingo.
Luster: What's this got to do with Diablo? Is Diablo scared of the package. Luster will drop the package on him. Luster may even have him shine it up while Luster is on him.
Paul E: I'm done talking about this. You do the ball thing one more time and you will be suspended. You got me Luster.
Mr. Smith: Yes Mr. Luster, you will also be pending lawsuit and $50,000 fine after tonight and every night after.
Luster: Luster understands whats you be talkin about.
Luster stands up and grabs Mr. Smith in throws him up onto the table. He powerslams him on the table and drops the Funk and Wagnell on him. This is the last time with the ball thing.
Paul E: What the F**k are you doing Luster?
Paul E rushes out of the room.
Luster: Luster don't answer to no one. Ladies, Luster still gots the package. Luster isn't scared. You all have the opportunity to shine the package. As for Diablo, you see what Luster just did to this punk b***h? Luster's last opponent was so scared that he had nothing to say. Make it fun for Luster, mandingo. Luster gots the ladies by his side. Luster will rule school at Rage on the Stage. Luster will dance and he will drop the package, main squeeze.
FADEOUT: Luster shouts for P. Nut, his assistant, and leaves the room.
FADEIN: WFW Conference Room. Pictures of the most memorable moments in the WFW history fills the room. Luster and the Head of Talent Relations, Paul E, is sitting at the conference table.
Paul E: The reason we brought you here today is to tell you that you are doing a great job since your debut here in the WFW. You fill the seats night after night. You are going places here but...
Just as Paul E says "but" a man dressed in a black suit and tie enters the room.
Luster: Why you gots Luster here? You broung him here to tell him Luster's good. Luster knows he's good. All the ladies love Luster. They come to the arena saying Luster, Luster. We want to touch the package Lusty. Luster knows this be bulls**t, main squeeze.
Paul E: Okay, Luster you got us. This is Mr. Smith from the FCC. Have you heard of the FCC?
Luster: Of course Luster knows what the FCC is. Luster spoke at their convention last year. The Fat Chick Commitee. Luster had to inspire those ladies last year. What it takes to be Luster's ladies is what Luster titled the speech.
Paul E: No Luster, FCC is the Federal Communications Commission.
Mr. Smith: Yes, Mr. Luster.
Luster: What is this about? Luster gots a match at Rage on the Stage. Lusters gots moves for that punka** Diablo. What kind of name is Diablo? Is that a car or something? I will drop the package on Diablo's flamin a**. Luster will ride his Train from Funkytrain straight into his car having a**.
Paul E: Just stop it now damn it Luster. The reason Mr. Smith is here is because you have violated every broadcast rule in the book by doing that ball thing.
Mr. Smith: Yes Luster the ball thing is why we are here. You can't drop your testicles on people's heads. In order to have a TV13 Rating you must stop the ball thing or face a fine.
Luster: Luster gots to stop the Funk then the Wagnell. The Funk Wagnell is Luster's signature move. Luster will pay the fine. The ladies love the package. Luster gots it going on, mandingo.
Luster: What's this got to do with Diablo? Is Diablo scared of the package. Luster will drop the package on him. Luster may even have him shine it up while Luster is on him.
Paul E: I'm done talking about this. You do the ball thing one more time and you will be suspended. You got me Luster.
Mr. Smith: Yes Mr. Luster, you will also be pending lawsuit and $50,000 fine after tonight and every night after.
Luster: Luster understands whats you be talkin about.
Luster stands up and grabs Mr. Smith in throws him up onto the table. He powerslams him on the table and drops the Funk and Wagnell on him. This is the last time with the ball thing.
Paul E: What the F**k are you doing Luster?
Paul E rushes out of the room.
Luster: Luster don't answer to no one. Ladies, Luster still gots the package. Luster isn't scared. You all have the opportunity to shine the package. As for Diablo, you see what Luster just did to this punk b***h? Luster's last opponent was so scared that he had nothing to say. Make it fun for Luster, mandingo. Luster gots the ladies by his side. Luster will rule school at Rage on the Stage. Luster will dance and he will drop the package, main squeeze.
FADEOUT: Luster shouts for P. Nut, his assistant, and leaves the room.
Diablo
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RE: The FCC
(CUE UP: "Tomorrow Comes Today" by Gorillaz.)
(FADEIN: Diablo is treading the streets of Spanish Harlem in the day-time. He is dressed pretty casually, army green cargo pants, red tank top and a red bandana securing his auburn locks. His face bears a mild scowl. The other people walking down the street seem to part to make way for him, some seemingly convulsing with fear as he walks by. Diablo completely ignores them.)
Diablo: Ah, just perfect. An opponent who's whole being is built on self delusion and facades, compensating for his obvious deficiencies with flamboyance and foul language.
(Diablo raises his fist emphatically, clenching it tight.)
Diablo: He will shatter like a glass window pane. First I am supposed to be intimidated when someone beats up a woman, and now beating up an elderly white-collar weakling is considered a demonstration of he-man brutality? Whoo. Oogedy boogedy. As I have said before, and apparently must say again, you may demonstrate to me your amount of sheer, barbaric, unadulterated, UNGODLY brute strength as much as you want, but you will fail to dwarf to any extent the kind of power that I possess... As others have learned, and have consequently fallen, so shall you, when you are confronted by the darkness...
(The camera shifts its view closer to Diablo, who pulls out a book of matches from his pants pocket, takes an individual match, and strikes it. He stops dead in his tracks, as he stares into the lit match with an almost amorous gaze. His face twists into a truly wretched, manical sneer. As he talks, his voice seems to have changed slightly in tone to a more crazed, high-pitched one.)
Diablo: ...And Diablo Fuego comes to make you it's tinder! You brag about how you're such a ladies' man, and spew out all the typical arrogant nonsense, but does all your glitz, and your glamour, and your DANCING really matter when it comes time to face someone else in a wrestling ring in a physical contest?
(Diablo pauses shortly as he gleefully watches the match burn. He moves to the side of the street as he decides to lean against the molding wall of a nearby dilapidated building as he continues watching the match. Passerbys give Diablo many a strange look, and some others shudder with fear. Diablo still ignores, obsessed with the match.)
Diablo: Does any of it, ANY OF IT matter when you're thrown INTO THE INFERNO? The all-consuming incendiary maelstrom that is ¡¡¡Diablo Fuego!!!, The fiery abyss of ashen ruin?!? Do you, Luster, have what it takes to extinguish the scalding lick of the devil's tongue? I trust you be forewarned, Luster, you're playing with fire.
(The match reaches its end, singing Diablo's fingertips. Diablo winces shortly, then lets out a delightful chuckle as he throws away the burnt match and quickly lights a new one.)
Diablo: And you WILL get burned! It makes no matter matter how lusterous you may be... the flame will ALWAYS burn the brightest. I advise you that if you plan to "drop the package", be sure whatever package you drop has a good asbestos lining, because after the blaze passes, and you are consumed...reduced to nothing but smoldering embers...Luster...I WILL PUT MY EVIL INSIDE YOU!
(After finishing his statement, Diablo's expression suddenly fades, and he shakes his head vigorously as if waking up from a dream. Surprised at the lit match in his hand, he drops it quickly. He holds himself and shivers as if he felt a chilling breeze as we FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
(CUE UP: "Tomorrow Comes Today" by Gorillaz.)
(FADEIN: Diablo is treading the streets of Spanish Harlem in the day-time. He is dressed pretty casually, army green cargo pants, red tank top and a red bandana securing his auburn locks. His face bears a mild scowl. The other people walking down the street seem to part to make way for him, some seemingly convulsing with fear as he walks by. Diablo completely ignores them.)
Diablo: Ah, just perfect. An opponent who's whole being is built on self delusion and facades, compensating for his obvious deficiencies with flamboyance and foul language.
(Diablo raises his fist emphatically, clenching it tight.)
Diablo: He will shatter like a glass window pane. First I am supposed to be intimidated when someone beats up a woman, and now beating up an elderly white-collar weakling is considered a demonstration of he-man brutality? Whoo. Oogedy boogedy. As I have said before, and apparently must say again, you may demonstrate to me your amount of sheer, barbaric, unadulterated, UNGODLY brute strength as much as you want, but you will fail to dwarf to any extent the kind of power that I possess... As others have learned, and have consequently fallen, so shall you, when you are confronted by the darkness...
(The camera shifts its view closer to Diablo, who pulls out a book of matches from his pants pocket, takes an individual match, and strikes it. He stops dead in his tracks, as he stares into the lit match with an almost amorous gaze. His face twists into a truly wretched, manical sneer. As he talks, his voice seems to have changed slightly in tone to a more crazed, high-pitched one.)
Diablo: ...And Diablo Fuego comes to make you it's tinder! You brag about how you're such a ladies' man, and spew out all the typical arrogant nonsense, but does all your glitz, and your glamour, and your DANCING really matter when it comes time to face someone else in a wrestling ring in a physical contest?
(Diablo pauses shortly as he gleefully watches the match burn. He moves to the side of the street as he decides to lean against the molding wall of a nearby dilapidated building as he continues watching the match. Passerbys give Diablo many a strange look, and some others shudder with fear. Diablo still ignores, obsessed with the match.)
Diablo: Does any of it, ANY OF IT matter when you're thrown INTO THE INFERNO? The all-consuming incendiary maelstrom that is ¡¡¡Diablo Fuego!!!, The fiery abyss of ashen ruin?!? Do you, Luster, have what it takes to extinguish the scalding lick of the devil's tongue? I trust you be forewarned, Luster, you're playing with fire.
(The match reaches its end, singing Diablo's fingertips. Diablo winces shortly, then lets out a delightful chuckle as he throws away the burnt match and quickly lights a new one.)
Diablo: And you WILL get burned! It makes no matter matter how lusterous you may be... the flame will ALWAYS burn the brightest. I advise you that if you plan to "drop the package", be sure whatever package you drop has a good asbestos lining, because after the blaze passes, and you are consumed...reduced to nothing but smoldering embers...Luster...I WILL PUT MY EVIL INSIDE YOU!
(After finishing his statement, Diablo's expression suddenly fades, and he shakes his head vigorously as if waking up from a dream. Surprised at the lit match in his hand, he drops it quickly. He holds himself and shivers as if he felt a chilling breeze as we FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
coolmint21
League Member
Light This Match, B**ch
FADEIN: The scene is in Luster's Pad. The camera zooms onto P. Nut, Luster's Assistant, yelling for Luster. The room is also filled with women who happen to be Luster's fans.
P. Nut: Luster, get yo shiny a** out here, playa.
Luster enters the room and ladies flock to him. He is wearing clothing from his newly released clothing line called Wear Luster which by the way is available at yo local Urban Outlet. His mesh shirt and silver pants really set the mood. The ladies love Luster.
Luster: Luster gots what it takes to be the greatest wrestler. Luster is moving up the charts and ladies just won't stop touchin the package. Damn ladies, hold up now.
P. Nut: You gots a match. Diablo is a punk ass mothaf**ka. This guy just lights matches like he is some hotsh*t. I know ladies that can smoke cigarettes with there... well you know. Ain't nothing. I gots yo back, playa.
Luster: Luster will beat this punk's a**, mandingo. Then the ladies will flock to Luster. They all love Luster and of course Luster. When you can't be Luster, Wear Luster.
Luster: You know Diablo, you gots alot to talk about. How you will put your evil inside Luster. Hows bouts Luster puts his foot in your a**. If you wants to be like Luster, main squeeze just ask. Luster will introduce you to some ladies. The ladies love the package. You gots the package or did you burn that in some fire?
P. Nut: Luster, the ad is coming on soon.
P. Nut and Luster run to the Television. The ladies hug around Luster.
(The camera shifts its view closer to Luster, who pulls out a pack of condoms from his Pimp Pants, takes an individual condom, and opens it. He stops dead in his tracks, as he stares onto the hot chic with an enormous Package. His face twists into a truly wretched sneer to say "Main Sqeeze" as he grabs his package. As he talks, his voice seems to have changed slightly in tone to a more crazed, high-pitched one as he shouts "Mandingo". He shifts his body and the back of his Pimp Pants say Wear Luster. The music for the ad is of course Disco Fever's Funkytown.)
Luster: Damn Luster is hot tonight. Luster just rode that train from Funkytown right off the tracks with that one. Luster gots it going on.
P. Nut is enraged in tears. He can't control his excitement. He continues to cry and yell "Playa".
Luster: Luster has got to go. Until next time, Luster will be seeing you soon, Diablo. Light a match or something. Luster gots to put something inside someone, mandingo.
FADEOUT: The scene fade to black.
FADEIN: The scene is in Luster's Pad. The camera zooms onto P. Nut, Luster's Assistant, yelling for Luster. The room is also filled with women who happen to be Luster's fans.
P. Nut: Luster, get yo shiny a** out here, playa.
Luster enters the room and ladies flock to him. He is wearing clothing from his newly released clothing line called Wear Luster which by the way is available at yo local Urban Outlet. His mesh shirt and silver pants really set the mood. The ladies love Luster.
Luster: Luster gots what it takes to be the greatest wrestler. Luster is moving up the charts and ladies just won't stop touchin the package. Damn ladies, hold up now.
P. Nut: You gots a match. Diablo is a punk ass mothaf**ka. This guy just lights matches like he is some hotsh*t. I know ladies that can smoke cigarettes with there... well you know. Ain't nothing. I gots yo back, playa.
Luster: Luster will beat this punk's a**, mandingo. Then the ladies will flock to Luster. They all love Luster and of course Luster. When you can't be Luster, Wear Luster.
Luster: You know Diablo, you gots alot to talk about. How you will put your evil inside Luster. Hows bouts Luster puts his foot in your a**. If you wants to be like Luster, main squeeze just ask. Luster will introduce you to some ladies. The ladies love the package. You gots the package or did you burn that in some fire?
P. Nut: Luster, the ad is coming on soon.
P. Nut and Luster run to the Television. The ladies hug around Luster.
(The camera shifts its view closer to Luster, who pulls out a pack of condoms from his Pimp Pants, takes an individual condom, and opens it. He stops dead in his tracks, as he stares onto the hot chic with an enormous Package. His face twists into a truly wretched sneer to say "Main Sqeeze" as he grabs his package. As he talks, his voice seems to have changed slightly in tone to a more crazed, high-pitched one as he shouts "Mandingo". He shifts his body and the back of his Pimp Pants say Wear Luster. The music for the ad is of course Disco Fever's Funkytown.)
Luster: Damn Luster is hot tonight. Luster just rode that train from Funkytown right off the tracks with that one. Luster gots it going on.
P. Nut is enraged in tears. He can't control his excitement. He continues to cry and yell "Playa".
Luster: Luster has got to go. Until next time, Luster will be seeing you soon, Diablo. Light a match or something. Luster gots to put something inside someone, mandingo.
FADEOUT: The scene fade to black.
Diablo
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- Jan 1, 2000
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- Website
- www.lethalwrestling.com
RE: Light This Match, B**ch
(CUE UP: "Starshine" by Gorillaz)
(FADEIN: Diablo is seated in his dimly lit Spanish Harlem apartment. Diablo is wearing essentially the same thing he was in his last promo, only now he has a white tank top. He is seated on his tattered couch cross-legged, his brow furrowed in contemplation.)
Diablo: As I tried to discern any meaning from that garbled mess of sounds and words that you have presented me, I did manage to figure out one particular thing you tried to convey to me, aside from the typical "red-ass beat-down" banter. You actually thought that I was envious of you. You actually are of such a simple mind that you would assume I would actually be covet a life so material and unfulfilling? You think I would envy you because "the ladies love Luster"? If it was of any use, I would pity you, but frankly, you are beyond pity.
(Diablo stands up from his couch, and he stands completely still, the camera silently observing his sillhouetted form from the side.)
Diablo: Luster, I gave up on love a long time ago. Physical, emotional, any kind. I gave up because wherever, whenever, whomever I went to looking for love, it was denied. Luster, I was abandoned! I was left on the curb by my parents at the age of 9, no explanation, NONE WHATSOEVER! Just left. You think something like that would mess up a child's perception of LOVE, wouldn't it? If my PARENTS had simply left me, where was I supposed to go for succour, for comfort, for...love? Luster, you think you have the good life, up to your knees in women who are willing to give you their bodies, but not their minds or souls, so called "love", but did you ever think what would happen if one day, it was ALL STRIPPED AWAY? What if Luster was left on a curb and abandoned, all the ladies no longer loved him, no more places to drop his package. This is where...UNH!
(Diablo suddenly collapses to one knee, groaning as if straining against something. He stands up again, perfectly fine, but his face is again twisted into that awful sneer, and his bandana has fallen off. His voice has changed again, as it had before.)
Diablo: ...THIS...is where the darkness came in...
(Diablo turns so that he is facing the camera full on, and brushes the hair out of his eyes.)
Diablo: Soon I learned that there was no such thing as true love, not for me, not for you, it is simply an illusion created by the human psyche to shield itself from the true nature of this world, the true nature of man kind. The world is filled with pain, with desolation, with HATRED, with STRIFE, with ANGER! The darkness inside me is the embodiement of all these produced by the atrocities of mankind...when I was robbed of what may have been love...all that was left was the darkness to come...and consume me...and now it feeds...it LIVES OF MORE PAIN, MORE SUFFERING, MORE ANGER! And where better to find pain, suffering, anger...than wrestling? You, Luster, you may think you have love, but welling deep within you is the truth, that you are merely a shell, and it is only a facade for all the agony, fear, horror that lies withing every man. In the ring, facing me...you will find NO LOVE WHATSOEVER, only pain, only fear, only desolation, only anger, only HORROR! Only...the darkness. When the darkness must feed, nothing can stop it. The darkness will consume you as it has consumed me, Luster! You must realize its inevitability. I will show you the truth, I will show you the darkness, and the Luster will shine no more! Diablo Fuego rages...and I will PUT MY EVIL INSIDE YOU! ...GYAAAH!
(Diablo again collapses, and falls on the floor in a fetal position. He holds himself and shivers violently as we FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
(CUE UP: "Starshine" by Gorillaz)
(FADEIN: Diablo is seated in his dimly lit Spanish Harlem apartment. Diablo is wearing essentially the same thing he was in his last promo, only now he has a white tank top. He is seated on his tattered couch cross-legged, his brow furrowed in contemplation.)
Diablo: As I tried to discern any meaning from that garbled mess of sounds and words that you have presented me, I did manage to figure out one particular thing you tried to convey to me, aside from the typical "red-ass beat-down" banter. You actually thought that I was envious of you. You actually are of such a simple mind that you would assume I would actually be covet a life so material and unfulfilling? You think I would envy you because "the ladies love Luster"? If it was of any use, I would pity you, but frankly, you are beyond pity.
(Diablo stands up from his couch, and he stands completely still, the camera silently observing his sillhouetted form from the side.)
Diablo: Luster, I gave up on love a long time ago. Physical, emotional, any kind. I gave up because wherever, whenever, whomever I went to looking for love, it was denied. Luster, I was abandoned! I was left on the curb by my parents at the age of 9, no explanation, NONE WHATSOEVER! Just left. You think something like that would mess up a child's perception of LOVE, wouldn't it? If my PARENTS had simply left me, where was I supposed to go for succour, for comfort, for...love? Luster, you think you have the good life, up to your knees in women who are willing to give you their bodies, but not their minds or souls, so called "love", but did you ever think what would happen if one day, it was ALL STRIPPED AWAY? What if Luster was left on a curb and abandoned, all the ladies no longer loved him, no more places to drop his package. This is where...UNH!
(Diablo suddenly collapses to one knee, groaning as if straining against something. He stands up again, perfectly fine, but his face is again twisted into that awful sneer, and his bandana has fallen off. His voice has changed again, as it had before.)
Diablo: ...THIS...is where the darkness came in...
(Diablo turns so that he is facing the camera full on, and brushes the hair out of his eyes.)
Diablo: Soon I learned that there was no such thing as true love, not for me, not for you, it is simply an illusion created by the human psyche to shield itself from the true nature of this world, the true nature of man kind. The world is filled with pain, with desolation, with HATRED, with STRIFE, with ANGER! The darkness inside me is the embodiement of all these produced by the atrocities of mankind...when I was robbed of what may have been love...all that was left was the darkness to come...and consume me...and now it feeds...it LIVES OF MORE PAIN, MORE SUFFERING, MORE ANGER! And where better to find pain, suffering, anger...than wrestling? You, Luster, you may think you have love, but welling deep within you is the truth, that you are merely a shell, and it is only a facade for all the agony, fear, horror that lies withing every man. In the ring, facing me...you will find NO LOVE WHATSOEVER, only pain, only fear, only desolation, only anger, only HORROR! Only...the darkness. When the darkness must feed, nothing can stop it. The darkness will consume you as it has consumed me, Luster! You must realize its inevitability. I will show you the truth, I will show you the darkness, and the Luster will shine no more! Diablo Fuego rages...and I will PUT MY EVIL INSIDE YOU! ...GYAAAH!
(Diablo again collapses, and falls on the floor in a fetal position. He holds himself and shivers violently as we FTB)
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"I blow your mind. You just blow."
coolmint21
League Member
Ball Wash
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-13-03 AT 03:16 PM (EST)]FADEIN: Luster's Pad. Luster and P. Nut a nice of bowling which has been recently added to his pad. The Lustre King Ball Washer is in full effect.
P. Nut: Yo playa, hurry up it's yo turn. S**t.
Luster: Luster gots to wash his ball, damn.
P. Nut: Why you gots to be washing yo ball after every frame? This game is going to take an hour, playa.
Luster: Hold the F**k on Luster gots to wash his ball. Luster don't wanna come up short with a dirty ball. What will the ladies think? Luster gots a dirty ball. Luster can't be known for a dirty ball.
P. Nut: Fine, then. I hope you wash the package for your soon encounter with Diablow. I know that needs wash after last night. The ladies in full effect, playa. I'll holla at yeah. P. Nut gots the gold the ladies like. The tooth, the rings, and the bling bling. You with me. You dig?
Luster: Luster gots the match of his career at Rage on the Stage so you stay in the back and rally the ladies. You may have the gold but Luster gots the package, mandingo. Luster will take that punka** Diablow for the ride of his life. He'll come back from Funkytrain with a bruised a** and no ladies.
P. Nut: Yeah Luster.
Luster turns to the camera as he was going to say something profound.
Luster: As for love Diablow, you won't hate love until you see the package. Naturally the ladies don't dig Diablow cause that cryin you do is pathetic. Luster gots to break you off. Luster gots to bowl somemo' so see you later, main squeeze.
FADEOUT: Luster continues to wash his ball.
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-13-03 AT 03:16 PM (EST)]FADEIN: Luster's Pad. Luster and P. Nut a nice of bowling which has been recently added to his pad. The Lustre King Ball Washer is in full effect.
P. Nut: Yo playa, hurry up it's yo turn. S**t.
Luster: Luster gots to wash his ball, damn.
P. Nut: Why you gots to be washing yo ball after every frame? This game is going to take an hour, playa.
Luster: Hold the F**k on Luster gots to wash his ball. Luster don't wanna come up short with a dirty ball. What will the ladies think? Luster gots a dirty ball. Luster can't be known for a dirty ball.
P. Nut: Fine, then. I hope you wash the package for your soon encounter with Diablow. I know that needs wash after last night. The ladies in full effect, playa. I'll holla at yeah. P. Nut gots the gold the ladies like. The tooth, the rings, and the bling bling. You with me. You dig?
Luster: Luster gots the match of his career at Rage on the Stage so you stay in the back and rally the ladies. You may have the gold but Luster gots the package, mandingo. Luster will take that punka** Diablow for the ride of his life. He'll come back from Funkytrain with a bruised a** and no ladies.
P. Nut: Yeah Luster.
Luster turns to the camera as he was going to say something profound.
Luster: As for love Diablow, you won't hate love until you see the package. Naturally the ladies don't dig Diablow cause that cryin you do is pathetic. Luster gots to break you off. Luster gots to bowl somemo' so see you later, main squeeze.
FADEOUT: Luster continues to wash his ball.