Fan Fiction ❯ The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles ❯ The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Ch. 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Showstopper 
Dwayne gets some new gear, recieves his Pimp Cane and goes on his first mission.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Dwayne gets some new gear, recieves his Pimp Cane and goes on his first mission.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Ch 2
Dwayne Wayne woke up in his hospital bed, happy that he was still alive. It had been 3 weeks since those two thugs attacked him at his house. Dwayne didn't know who the hell sent those guys after him. He was pretty sure that PD and DP would give him the 411 on that later on. Today was definitely a good day, because he was getting out of the hospital. The people assigned to take care of him were cool and all, but the hospital food was wack. He was afraid that eating too much of that stuff would keep him in the hospital. Dwayne fidgeted in his bed, anxious to get back home and eat a big sandwich.
Mrs. Wayne walked into the room along with a nurse. The nurse smiled at Mrs. Wayne and told her that Dwayne was ready to go back home. Mrs. Wayne gave Dwayne a change of clothes and quickly Dwayne changed into a black shirt and pants. Dwayne changed into a black shirt and pants. He wished that Grandma had picked out some suspenders for him to wear, but why quibble. After changing, Dwayne and his grandma left the hospital. Mrs. Wayne was happy that her grandson avoided death. She saw that Dwayne put on a little bit of muscle due to his rehabilitation. Maybe now he'd get a girlfriend. If Laquanda weren't 25, she'd want him to go out with her. Mrs. Wayne sighed softly as they arrived home.
Dwayne ran out of the car and tore into the apartment. Mrs. Wayne smiled and walked behind her grandson at a slower pace. When Mrs. Wayne got inside the apartment, she saw Dwayne wolfing down a huge ham and cheese sandwich. It was like he hadn't eaten in ages. She shook her head in bemusement and went upstairs to put his stuff in his room. Dwayne didn't see his grandmother's bemusement at his eating habits. The only thing he cared about was seeing the sandwich go into his belly at warp speed. A knock on the door broke Dwayne away from his love affair with the sandwich. Dwayne grumbled and put down his sandwich to answer the door.
Dwayne answered the door to find PD and DP standing at the door. The duo was nattily attired with PD wearing a powder blue suit and DP in a normal black suit.
PD smiled at Dwayne, "Can we come in? We need to talk to you and your grandma."
Dwayne made an exaggerated bow and opened the door for them. DP smirked at Dwayne's reaction as they walked in the house. Dwayne called out for his grandma and she came downstairs.
Mrs. Wayne was surprised that PD and DP were in the house.
"How are you two doing?" asked Mrs. Wayne
"Fine" replied PD and DP with smiles on their faces.
PD moved a bit closer in his chair and looked at Mrs. Wayne intently. "Mrs. Wayne, we have a proposition for you."
"Yes?" replied Mrs. Wayne.
"We run an entertainment corporation called PD and DP Productions. We need your grandson to help us out." said PD.
"What would he be doing?" asked Mrs. Wayne.
"Well, Mrs. Wayne. He would be a public relations director. His responsibilities would be to help us with talent relations, work on press releases, answer phones, stuff like that. He would have to work late at night most of the time. Because of this, he would have to spend the night at our place." Answered DP
Mrs. Wayne trusted PD and DP. They seemed to be nice young men. However, she was worried that this job could hurt his GPA.
DP stated, "Mrs. Wayne, your grandson will be paid handsomely for his services. He can use this experience to help his college resume. You told us in earlier conversations that Dwayne wanted to go to an Ivy League school. Our company is internationally known and I guarantee that Princeton or any other Ivy League school would be impressed seeing that Dwayne worked for us."
PD said, "His GPA will stay at the high level he's established. We'll make sure he doesn't slip up."
Mrs. Wayne smiled, "Okay, I think this will be a good experience for Dwayne. Do you want this job, Dwayne?"
Dwayne smiled, "When do I start?" DP rose from his chair, "Right now. I know he just got out of the hospital, but we need to get him up to speed on other aspects of his job. You shouldn't expect him back tonight."
Mrs. Wayne smiled and replied, "Have fun, Dwayne. Maybe you'll meet a nice girl."
Dwayne smirked, "I hope so, grannie." The trio left the Wayne's apartment.
As the three rode in the beautiful black Lexus 4-door sedan, PD and DP told him about the fun aspects of his job. Dwayne would be paid to hang out with members of the Wu-Tang Clan, Jennifer Lopez, Wesley Willis, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, and other famous people. Dwayne, PD, and DP went shopping in some of the more expensive clothing stores in New Wales like Johnson's Coat Factory, Jason's, and the Magic Mart. Dwayne picked up 5 new suits, 5 pairs of dress shoes, 2 pairs of Nike sneakers, and a bunch of Fubu, Ecko, Boss, and Wu-Wear gear. Dwayne was appreciative of the clothes, but he still ached to wear his plaid shirt, pants, and suspenders. He then decided that wearing the street gear for a week would be cool. Too bad he had to wear the suits when he had to work in the company offices. Apparently his employers hadn't heard of casual workdays. Apparently, PD and DP were a bit eccentric. Both of them had a big Spanish soap opera fetish. Neither of them could speak Spanish in a conversation, but the females on the shows were bueno, as they so eloquently put it. In fact, PD and DP told him specifically that he had to watch Sonadoras and Marisol as part of his job training, along with listening to music from Wu-Tang, KMFDM, and Wesley Willis. PD, DP, and Dwayne finished shopping and went to PD and DP headquarters.
The trio reached DP and PD headquarters. Dwayne stepped out of the car and was stupefied at the grandeur laid out before him. Huge oak trees lined the grounds. A huge, Victorian mansion painted in black and gold stood before the trio. Beside the mansion were two mammoth gold statues of Homer Simpson and Old Dirty Bastard participating in the ign't "prison pose." Both of the statues were squatting on the ground throwing up gang signs. Dwayne couldn't believe how ghetto-superstar like PD and DP were. It's not everyday you see statues of a cartoon character and a rap star. "What's the name of this place?" Dwayne asked DP.
"The name of this place is Pegasus Pavillion." replied DP. DP then motioned for Dwayne to follow him into the mansion. Dwayne entered the mansion and his eyes were blinded by how much everything in the house sparkled. Crystal chandeliers shone from the ceilings and Persian rugs adorned the living room. PD next lead Dwayne to the "Ego Room", a room that housed the duo's various awards. Emmys, Grammys, Gold Records, Platinum Records, you name it the award, PD and DP had it in there. Hell, they even had crap from their elementary school years. The dining room could hold at least 20 people. Dwayne felt like he was in the middle of a mafia movie with all of the shit he saw. The trio went through the dining room and stepped onto a patio, complete with a huge barbeque grill. To top it all off, a huge pool shaped like a fedora sparkled at them.
PD smiled and asked, "What do you think, Dwayne?"
Dwayne looked at them and said, "You two have issues. A pool shaped like a old hat my grandfather used to wear, statues throwing up gang signs, a room that blatantly shows off your accomplishments, a kitchen that could feed Third World countries, Persian rugs that I'd probably see in a museum, and last but not least crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than my grandma's whole apartment complex. I've got a feeling there's a lot more in Pegasus Pavillion."
DP said, "Yeah, this place has about 20 more rooms and shit. We're too lazy to show you everything right now. Besides, the best is yet to come."
Dwayne looked at them with an arched eyebrow. PD walked past the pool to a statue of Wesley Willis. The statue in question was a 300 pound black man with an undersized Superman shirt and an unkempt beard. PD put his head on the statue's head and an elevator rose from the ground to appear in front the statue.
Dwayne smirked and cracked, "Yet another Batcave, gentleman? I suppose this is where I learn about my superpowers and shit, right?"
DP shook his head, "Sarcasm becomes you, Dwayne. You've already got the shit-talking portion of the job down." PD, DP and Dwayne entered the elevator.
Dwayne thought about all of the shit he had gotten into so far. He believed that his mom wanted him to do the superhero business but he was still apprehensive about his compatriots PD and DP. Yes, they were sarcastic as hell, but they didn't seem to be serious. Well, they have been doing this shit longer than he has so he would give them the benefit of the doubt. The trio went deeply underground and reached the underground fortress.
Dwayne stepped out of the elevator and could only marvel at the various implements of destructions. The walls were lined with AK-47's, rocket launchers, baseball bats with bricks on them, katanas, nun chucks. Anything you could think of short of nuclear warfare was there. A sleek black helicopter equipped with machine guns and missile launchers gleamed about 20 feet away. Dwayne whistled as he looked at the helicopter.
"Will I get to fly that?" asked Dwayne.
PD said, "No, you won't pilot Shadowhawk. We do have a nice selection of cars for you though."
"Solid, no more walking to school." replied Dwayne with glee.
DP snapped his fingers and 3 cars rose from underneath the ground beside Shadowhawk. The cars were a black Impala, a white Honda Accord, and a red Mazda RX-7 convertible.
"I'll take the Impala."
"A excellent choice, Dwayne. The Impala can reach speeds of 200+ miles per hour with armor that can withstand bullets and missiles." replied DP
"Damn, that's ill."
"No doubt." said DP as he pulled out a remote and pressed a button. "We'd like to introduce you to someone."
A huge computer console appeared. "Damn, are you like a magician or something. You snap your fingers and cars appear. You press a button a huge computer console comes out. Can you supply some women next?" said Dwayne with disbelief on his face.
"Nope, you have to get your own hoes. In any event, this marvel of technology is named Creeper. Creeper can find out about damn near anything. He has an expansive memory and is a bit arrogant."
A knappy-headed face with a beard appeared on the screen.
"Fuck you, baldie. I'm so bad I whoop my own microchips at least two times a day." stated Creeper with disgust on his face.
"You know, we can reprogram you to be more respectful." stated PD.
"Yeah, but you know you nimrods like to be criticized once in a while." replied Creeper.
"True, but I think you're just bitter that you can't tap any ass." Creeper glared at PD and looked at Dwayne in disdain. "He's supposed to be our savior, huh? I'm not impressed."
Dwayne bristled and yelled, "Listen, Creeper. Your namesake got killed in Dolemite, so don't think I won't be able to take you out when I get my superpowers."
"You've got spirit. I like that. Just listen to my advice and ignore 80% of what these guys tell you and you'll be fine."
DP picked up the remote and turned Creeper off. "Don't listen to him, we've been in the game for 10 years. We know what we're doing."
"I've got some questions for you, how old are you guys and what are your real names?"
"Well, I'm 28 and my real name is Alec Goepherich. I would rather have you address me by PD."
"I'm 26 and my real name is Bobby Roach. I too, would rather be called by the name DP."
"I see why you use those nicknames." snickered Dwayne.
"Shut up, Dwayne. You don't want to get me started on your name." snarled DP.
"Okay, I'll be good. How did you guys get all of this money?" asked Dwayne.
"Well, stopping potential wars made Russia, Japan and the good ole USA want to reward us for our work. Besides that, our entertainment company makes a lot of money. Let's just say that we've got enough money that Bill Gates would have an orgasm looking at our bankroll." replied DP.
"Okay, what abilities do you guys have?"
PD shrugged, "It's like this, we can fight like Jackie Chan, blow shit up like a Dragonball Z character, and pimp like Dolemite. But those skills haven't been enough to stop evil, especially the Golden Glocks."
"Okay, so did the Golden Glocks send those dudes after me a couple of weeks ago?"
"Sure, they're the only major crime organization in town."
"Okay, so I'm assuming that I'm the missing piece to help you guys stop evil in the big NW for good. So how am I supposed to become a superhero?"
DP smiled and handed Dwayne a black cane with a golden handle. "All you have to do is yell Ghetto at the top of your lungs and your life will be changed forever."
Dwayne closed his eyes and yelled ghetto. The room felt like it was spinning around and a golden glow enveloped Dwayne. Dwayne opened his eyes and looked at himself. Dwayne saw that his clothes changed from the black ensemble he had to a bright red suit a matching feather boa. Dwayne stood up and saw that he had grown to be pretty tall with a solid sheen of muscle. He smiled and saw that his gopher teeth weren't there anymore. His teeth were actually normal. His hair was now a full-blown Afro.
Dwayne whistled, "Damn, will I stay this way?"
"No, you'll stay this way until your mission is complete and you're safely back at home or here at Pegasus Pavilion." replied PD
Dwayne said, "Okay, I've gotten taller and added some muscle. What else can I do?"
"Your cane is called the The Pimp Cane. It's a legendary cane that many people have tried to use, but only worthy people like you can use it. It's your shit until you die or hand it down to your offspring. The Pimp Cane will change your clothes to 70's pimp gear with occasional forays into the 90's gear." stated PD.
DP continued, "The Pimp Cane can also beat the shit out of people by transforming into any portable weapon with only a thought."
Dwayne thought and the cane shimmered into a double-barreled shotgun." Dwayne smiled, "Can I use this to bust a cap in Ms. Jolly's ass."
"Now, play nice. Don't kill civilians." said PD.
"What else can I do?" said Dwayne.
"You have superhuman strength and agility. Let's see, you can also do the Ghetto punch and Ghetto kick. The ghetto punch is an amplified kidney punch and the ghetto kick is like a little stomp a wrestler does when he's fighting a jabroni. The kick can hurt like a bitch. Yet another attribute that you possess is the 40 Ounce Bounce. The 40 Ounce Bounce can be used by drinking a 40 Ounce supplied by the Pimp Cane. With this drink you can jump unreal distances. Basically, it's like the Gummi juice the Gummi Bears drank back in the day." said DP.
Dwayne smiled and eagerly stated, "When can I start beating people down?"
"I'm glad you're so eager to go out there and run shit. Your first assignment is tonight, but we have to give you some training first." said PD.
"I can do this shit, I don't need no stinking training. I'm strong, I'm fast, and damnit I'm too pretty for this shit." replied Dwayne with a shit-eating grin.
"Is that right?" questioned PD. PD just smiled and jumped out at Dwayne.
A couple of hours later, Dwayne was sweaty at the intense training session he went through. The training felt like he was fighting for his life. They beat the living crap out of him, but he learned some vicious street fighting techniques along with some basic karate and wrestling moves. He didn't know why he needed the wrestling shit like body slams and moonsaults, but it wasn't his place to question PD and DP's teaching disciplines. At about 7:00 p.m., the trio was well rested and ready to be briefed on Dwayne's first mission by Creeper.
Creeper's visage appeared on the screen and smirked at Dwayne. "Your first mission is to take down the Black Prophet. He's been trying to "educate" the good people of New Wales on how they need to do right. You know, the religious cult thing.
"How is that evil?"
"Well, his methods are the problem. He tries to convert people to buy his religion. If they don't follow through, his cultists kill them in a very sadistic manner." said Creeper.
A picture appeared on the screen beside Creeper. A naked man was hanging on a noose with the words Black Prophet carved into his chest. Dwayne shuddered at seeing the grisly remains of the man.
"So why haven't the cops been able to catch this guy?" asked Dwayne.
"He just stays ahead of the cops. Besides, the police force in New Wales is wack. His last location was on OBT."
"The Old Black Trail? No wonder the cops haven't taken him out. Nobody goes there at night unless they're looking for some cheap loving, drugs, or to kill somebody." replied Dwayne with fear.
"C'mon, Dwayne. You're a superhero now. Stop being so scared." said PD.
"Creeper, is there any superpowers I should worry with the Black Prophet."
"Well, he has a move called the Ghetto Handspring, basically a cartwheel into a devasting elbow. I'm not sure about any other abilities that he has. Don't worry about it, you'll kick his ass."
"What kind of supercomputer are you, Creeper? You're weak." scoffed Dwayne
"Listen, you'll be okay." stated Creeper.
"Yeah, listen to Creeper, Dwayne." said PD and DP in unison.
Dwayne raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I can do this."
Dwayne then went over to his black Impala and started to get into the car.
PD said, "One more thing, you need a nickname."
Dwayne crinkled his brow in thought, "How about Big Money?"
"Works for me." replied PD
"It's aight." shrugged DP with a slight grin.
Dwayne Wayne, a.k.a Big Money got in his car and drove from the underground base to the highway.
As the car sped away, PD said, "How much do you want to bet that he blows up something during his mission?"
DP smirked, "I'll put up 5 grand that he manages to take him out without blowing shit up."
PD and DP shook hands on the bet.
Creeper asked, "Why are you betting on him?"
PD said, "Because our predecessors did the same thing when they had a trainee. Besides, it's fun."
As Big Money drove toward OBT, he was thinking about all of the stuff he experienced today. He had gotten some new clothes, a cool ride and could change into a superhero whenever the situation arises. It wasn't everyday that he met a smart-ass supercomputer and got beaten down learning how to fight. The black Impala slipped into Old Black Trail. Big Money parked in front of an old pizza parlor and stepped out of the car. Big Money stepped out of the car with a new change of clothes, wearing a white suit with platinum necklaces dripping off his neck and the magical Pimp Cane.
Big Money saw a pimp with a couple of girls walking by him. The pimp was about medium height and slightly built with a maroon suit and gold chains around his neck. His also had gold rings on all of his fingers. Big Money looked at his hoes and found that he would definitely give sweet loving to one hoe and kick the other one to the curb. The good looking one was Asian, very short, maybe 100 pounds with short black hair with brown eyes and a stocky build. She also was very well endowed. The other one was Caucasian, taller than the other one with hard blue eyes and needle marks all over her arms. Big Money could see that the hoe was anorexic. Big Money didn't see how he made money off of her, but apparently people were desperate for anything.
The pimp crowed, "Hey, man. Are you looking for some action? 20 for a blowjob, 40 for a hour of fucking."
The Asian girl looked at Big Money with lust in her eyes. "My name is Ling Ling. I'll fuck you long time."
Ling Ling walked over to Big Money and told him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear.
Big Money bent down and Ling Ling whispered, "I'll do it for free, baby. Just fuck me now. I need hot loving from you."
Big Money was aroused, but he had a mission. "Maybe later, Ling Ling."
Ling Ling went back to her pimp and said, "He turned me down, Ken."
Ken looked at him in amazement, "Damn, man. You don't want some of that."
Big Money said with a small smile, "I'll give her the fucking of her life later. Right now I have business to attend to."
"C'mon, business can wait. Maybe you'd like to get some of Rhonda here. She's looks like a crack whore, but she can give good head and her pussy is so tight it's like you're fucking a clamp."
"That's okay, really. I need to find the Black Prophet." said Big Money.
"That bitch owes me money! He fucked Ling Ling and didn't pay her for her services. He said that he was the greatest lover in the world. He had the gall to say that Ling Ling should be paying him for sex." answered Ken with a sneer.
"You hadn't collected your money from him?"
"No, everytime I try to get my money he has his followers protect his ass. I thought that Muslim By All Means Necessary shit went out with Malcolm X. Last I heard he was 2 streets down on Luther Campbell Boulevard."
"Thanks, Ken." said Big Money.
"No problem, man." Big Money got into his Impala and drove to Luther Campbell Boulevard.
Luther Campbell Boulevard was a haven of decrepit buildings. Big Money saw a building with a light on so he parked the car in front of the building. He stepped out of the car and saw a woman shaking on the sidewalk. Big Money ran over to her, but a man that stood in front of the door said, "Leave her alone, brother. She's fine."
"She's acting like she's got Tourette's or something, help her." replied Big Money with a grimace.
He tried to pick her up, but the woman pushed his hands away saying, "This is my fate. The Prophet said that I have to shake the evil out of me. I need to do right so that I can become pure in his eyes."
Big Money was seething with anger at how arrogant this Prophet was. However, he didn't want to go in there and just start bum-rushing people. Big Money asked the man at the door what was going on.
The man stated, "Go inside brother and meet the great savior, The Black Prophet. He is conducting a service." Big Money walked into the building.
Big Money stepped inside the building and saw that the building was basically set up like the Pentecostal church he attends. The altar was in front and rows of pews were in front of the altar. He took a seat at the back of the room, looking at the diversity of the people in the congregation. Black people, White people, Asian people, Spanish people were all in attendance. A choir was singing hymns behind the altar. After the third hymn, the Black Prophet made his appearance. The Black Prophet was very short with a dark complexion and a stocky build. He had gray hair, a gray mustache and was clothed in a red and white robe. Big Money couldn't believe that this dude was responsible from the atrocities shown to him by Creeper.
The Black Prophet went through his sermon. In spite of his hatred for the Black Prophet's actions, Big Money could see why people were drawn towards him. The Black Prophet had oratory skills that were unworldly. He almost wanted to forget the crime fighting shit and join with him. After the sermon, The Black Prophet called for an altar call in which people who wanted to join his religion would stand in front of the church and pray to give their life to their lord and savior, The Black Prophet. Big Money and the rest of the congregation stood up in front of the altar. The Black Prophet asked one of his followers to get some holy oil so he could rub it on the foreheads of the people in the altar call. Black Prophet then rubbed the oil on the foreheads of the congregation and prayed with each person individually, asking that person to join him and fight the good fight. Since there were about 100 people in the congregation, he took a long time to rub everyone with the oil and pray. 20 people pledged their loyalty to the Black Prophet.
Black Prophet finally reached Big Money and said, "My brother, you have great power within you. You would be a great soldier for my church. Join me and fight the good fight. I can feel the cynicism in you, just ignore the cynicism and join me."
Big Money cried out in a loud voice, "Oh Black Prophet, I want to join you. I promise my fealty to you."
"You have seen the light, my brother." replied Black Prophet with a satisfied grin on his face.
The 21 new members of the Black Prophet's church stood in front of the rest of the congregation.
Black Prophet said, "Now to cleanse this earth of the evil. My new brothers, destroy this people who refuse to join in the good fight. They can't understand that our world needs to be clean of sex, drugs, rap music, video games, of all of that stuff."
Big Money looked at the other people beside him and couldn't believe that they were going to kill people in cold blood.
All hell broke loose in the church. The 20 people who decided to join the group were systematically killing the 79 other people. Big Money was horrified at just how they could overpower them like that. It was insane because apparently the oil rubbed by the Black Prophet gave them superhuman powers. Big Money saw them shoot laser beams from their hands and cut down the opposition. Big Money tried to stop it, but he just couldn't move from his spot in time.
Big Money looked at them and snarled, "This shit has got to stop. No more killing."
Black Prophet sighed, "I thought you were on our side, but if you're not with us, you're against us. Prepare to die."
Big Money smirked, "Famous last words, you maniac."
Big Money turned his cane into a double-barreled shotgun and started shooting everyone in sight. The Black Prophet's troops retaliated, shooting at Big Money with hot crimson death raining down from their perches. Big Money managed to avoid most of the laser blasts, taking down about 10 of them with the shotgun until one goon hit him in the leg with a laser blast. Big Money went down in agony. Black Prophet walked over to Big Money and kicked him in the leg. One of his followers blasted him again, sending Big Money to unconsciousness.
"Tie him up. We must show him that no one disobeys the Black Prophet." said Black Prophet with a menacing glare.
Big Money awoke slowly and found that he was tied spread eagle on a wall naked in a sewer. Big Money groaned as he saw the Black Prophet watch him with a look of disdain along with two other followers.
"How nice of you to awaken, Big Money." stated Black Prophet with a grin. I'd like you to meet my two best men, Brother Booker and Brother Ahmed."
Both men were very tall and muscular with Booker having a light complexion and Ahmed having a dark complexion. Black Prophet punched Big Money in the kidney and the stomach. After that, Black Prophet motioned toward Ahmed and Ahmed backhanded him across the face. Black Prophet raised his eyebrow and Booker punched Big Money in the jaw. Blood spurted out of Big Money's mouth at the assault.
"This is what you get for opposing me!" yelled Black Prophet as he continually kicked Big Money in his wounded leg.
The three men beat Big Money within an inch of his life. Big Money was bloodied, bruised, and in severe pain.
Black Prophet walked over to the Pimp Cane and looked at it. "This cane is very powerful and someone like you shouldn't have it. It should belong to me. In fact, with this cane I can spread my ministry across the world and not just here in New Wales."
Big Money croaked out, "Your ministry is nothing but an excuse to commit genocide. You killed people tonight for no good reason except that they didn't want to join your religion. You give religion a bad name. I'm going to break out of these chains and fuck you up."
Black Prophet laughed, "You can try, but you're not man enough to hurt me."
Black Prophet picked up the Pimp Cane. Black Prophet grinned, "I feel enormous power from this cane. I've had enough of beating you up, Little Money. It's time to kill you with your own cane.
Black Prophet closed his eyes and tried to make the cane transform into a sword. Unfortunately for him, the Pimp Cane had other ideas and burned the Black Prophet's hand. The Black Prophet dropped the Pimp Cane.
Booker and Ahmed yelled in unison, "WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU CUR?"
Big Money smirked and said, "I thought your man was supposed the be the shit. He can't pick up a cane. For shame."
Booker and Ahmed ran up to Big Money in rage. The Pimp Cane floated over Booker and Ahmed to Big Money's right hand. As soon as the cane reached his hand, the chains exploded in a flash of light and Big Money stood in front of the henchmen clothed in an all leather ensemble.
Big Money was still in pain after the beating giving to him by the three men, but he still had more than enough energy to defeat them. Big Money turned to the cane into a baseball bat with a brick and bashed both of them over the head with the bat. Both men fell down in a bloody heap.
"Now, it's your turn." snarled Big Money
Black Prophet kicked Big Money in his still-injured leg. Big Money staggered downward and then the Black Prophet punched him in the stomach a couple of times. Black Prophet punched Big Money in the mouth, sending Big Money sprawling on the ground. Black Prophet did a cartwheel into an elbow, taking the wind out of Big Money.
Black Prophet stood above him, kicked him and said, "The Ghetto Elbow works every time."
Black Prophet watched as Big Money writhed in pain on the ground. He bent down and choked Big Money. The man spat, "Die, you bastard!"
Big Money started seeing stars as Black Prophet choked the life out of him. Big Money found a reserve of strength, pulling the Black Prophet's hands off his throat and throwing him aside. Big Money staggered to his feet, gasping for air.
Big Money then limped over to the Black Prophet and snarled, "My turn now, bitch."
Big Money grabbed the Black Prophet and threw him against the wall. While the Black Prophet was on the ground, he started to stomp a mudhole in him, Ghetto Kicking him into unconsciousness.
"I should kill you, you bastard." growled Big Money as he picked up the Black Prophet.
Big Money walked out of the room outside into the church. Big Money then walked outside of the church into the street. His car was still there. He managed to defeat his opponent, but there was one thing left to do. He put the Black Prophet down in the backseat and closed the door. Big Money closed his eyes and the Pimp Cane turned into a rocket launcher.
Big Money whispered, "It's go time." The rockets blasted from the rocket launcher decimating the building. Big Money got into his car and left the burning pile of rubble.
Big Money cleaned himself up and was the picture of cool when he dropped off the Black Prophet at the police station.
A police sergeant looked at Big Money and said, "Thank you for bringing him in. You know he's a dangerous felon, right?"
"Yeah, but he couldn't fuck with Big Money." replied Big Money with a smile. Big Money then walked away and drove back to Pegasus Pavilion.
A scream burst out into the early morning sky. The charred remains of a man decorated the room.
The man responsible for this looked with cold eyes and said, "Clean the remains of that sucka. He failed me for the last time. I should have never listened to him and hired those thugs to try and take care of the new ghetto superhero. Oh well, tell Catman he's now been promoted to my field general."
"Yes, Shonuf. By the way, did you know that the Black Prophet got locked down?"
"Yes, Kamal. I know, such a pity too. I'll just wait until this Big Money slips up. He wont be able to stand up to the might of the Golden Glocks." said Shonuf with a smile.
End Chapter 2
Author's Notes
Damn that took a long time to write. I hope people enjoy this one.
That's all and in parting I wish you
Peace, love, and hair grease
Showstopper
Dwayne Wayne woke up in his hospital bed, happy that he was still alive. It had been 3 weeks since those two thugs attacked him at his house. Dwayne didn't know who the hell sent those guys after him. He was pretty sure that PD and DP would give him the 411 on that later on. Today was definitely a good day, because he was getting out of the hospital. The people assigned to take care of him were cool and all, but the hospital food was wack. He was afraid that eating too much of that stuff would keep him in the hospital. Dwayne fidgeted in his bed, anxious to get back home and eat a big sandwich.
Mrs. Wayne walked into the room along with a nurse. The nurse smiled at Mrs. Wayne and told her that Dwayne was ready to go back home. Mrs. Wayne gave Dwayne a change of clothes and quickly Dwayne changed into a black shirt and pants. Dwayne changed into a black shirt and pants. He wished that Grandma had picked out some suspenders for him to wear, but why quibble. After changing, Dwayne and his grandma left the hospital. Mrs. Wayne was happy that her grandson avoided death. She saw that Dwayne put on a little bit of muscle due to his rehabilitation. Maybe now he'd get a girlfriend. If Laquanda weren't 25, she'd want him to go out with her. Mrs. Wayne sighed softly as they arrived home.
Dwayne ran out of the car and tore into the apartment. Mrs. Wayne smiled and walked behind her grandson at a slower pace. When Mrs. Wayne got inside the apartment, she saw Dwayne wolfing down a huge ham and cheese sandwich. It was like he hadn't eaten in ages. She shook her head in bemusement and went upstairs to put his stuff in his room. Dwayne didn't see his grandmother's bemusement at his eating habits. The only thing he cared about was seeing the sandwich go into his belly at warp speed. A knock on the door broke Dwayne away from his love affair with the sandwich. Dwayne grumbled and put down his sandwich to answer the door.
Dwayne answered the door to find PD and DP standing at the door. The duo was nattily attired with PD wearing a powder blue suit and DP in a normal black suit.
PD smiled at Dwayne, "Can we come in? We need to talk to you and your grandma."
Dwayne made an exaggerated bow and opened the door for them. DP smirked at Dwayne's reaction as they walked in the house. Dwayne called out for his grandma and she came downstairs.
Mrs. Wayne was surprised that PD and DP were in the house.
"How are you two doing?" asked Mrs. Wayne
"Fine" replied PD and DP with smiles on their faces.
PD moved a bit closer in his chair and looked at Mrs. Wayne intently. "Mrs. Wayne, we have a proposition for you."
"Yes?" replied Mrs. Wayne.
"We run an entertainment corporation called PD and DP Productions. We need your grandson to help us out." said PD.
"What would he be doing?" asked Mrs. Wayne.
"Well, Mrs. Wayne. He would be a public relations director. His responsibilities would be to help us with talent relations, work on press releases, answer phones, stuff like that. He would have to work late at night most of the time. Because of this, he would have to spend the night at our place." Answered DP
Mrs. Wayne trusted PD and DP. They seemed to be nice young men. However, she was worried that this job could hurt his GPA.
DP stated, "Mrs. Wayne, your grandson will be paid handsomely for his services. He can use this experience to help his college resume. You told us in earlier conversations that Dwayne wanted to go to an Ivy League school. Our company is internationally known and I guarantee that Princeton or any other Ivy League school would be impressed seeing that Dwayne worked for us."
PD said, "His GPA will stay at the high level he's established. We'll make sure he doesn't slip up."
Mrs. Wayne smiled, "Okay, I think this will be a good experience for Dwayne. Do you want this job, Dwayne?"
Dwayne smiled, "When do I start?" DP rose from his chair, "Right now. I know he just got out of the hospital, but we need to get him up to speed on other aspects of his job. You shouldn't expect him back tonight."
Mrs. Wayne smiled and replied, "Have fun, Dwayne. Maybe you'll meet a nice girl."
Dwayne smirked, "I hope so, grannie." The trio left the Wayne's apartment.
As the three rode in the beautiful black Lexus 4-door sedan, PD and DP told him about the fun aspects of his job. Dwayne would be paid to hang out with members of the Wu-Tang Clan, Jennifer Lopez, Wesley Willis, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, and other famous people. Dwayne, PD, and DP went shopping in some of the more expensive clothing stores in New Wales like Johnson's Coat Factory, Jason's, and the Magic Mart. Dwayne picked up 5 new suits, 5 pairs of dress shoes, 2 pairs of Nike sneakers, and a bunch of Fubu, Ecko, Boss, and Wu-Wear gear. Dwayne was appreciative of the clothes, but he still ached to wear his plaid shirt, pants, and suspenders. He then decided that wearing the street gear for a week would be cool. Too bad he had to wear the suits when he had to work in the company offices. Apparently his employers hadn't heard of casual workdays. Apparently, PD and DP were a bit eccentric. Both of them had a big Spanish soap opera fetish. Neither of them could speak Spanish in a conversation, but the females on the shows were bueno, as they so eloquently put it. In fact, PD and DP told him specifically that he had to watch Sonadoras and Marisol as part of his job training, along with listening to music from Wu-Tang, KMFDM, and Wesley Willis. PD, DP, and Dwayne finished shopping and went to PD and DP headquarters.
The trio reached DP and PD headquarters. Dwayne stepped out of the car and was stupefied at the grandeur laid out before him. Huge oak trees lined the grounds. A huge, Victorian mansion painted in black and gold stood before the trio. Beside the mansion were two mammoth gold statues of Homer Simpson and Old Dirty Bastard participating in the ign't "prison pose." Both of the statues were squatting on the ground throwing up gang signs. Dwayne couldn't believe how ghetto-superstar like PD and DP were. It's not everyday you see statues of a cartoon character and a rap star. "What's the name of this place?" Dwayne asked DP.
"The name of this place is Pegasus Pavillion." replied DP. DP then motioned for Dwayne to follow him into the mansion. Dwayne entered the mansion and his eyes were blinded by how much everything in the house sparkled. Crystal chandeliers shone from the ceilings and Persian rugs adorned the living room. PD next lead Dwayne to the "Ego Room", a room that housed the duo's various awards. Emmys, Grammys, Gold Records, Platinum Records, you name it the award, PD and DP had it in there. Hell, they even had crap from their elementary school years. The dining room could hold at least 20 people. Dwayne felt like he was in the middle of a mafia movie with all of the shit he saw. The trio went through the dining room and stepped onto a patio, complete with a huge barbeque grill. To top it all off, a huge pool shaped like a fedora sparkled at them.
PD smiled and asked, "What do you think, Dwayne?"
Dwayne looked at them and said, "You two have issues. A pool shaped like a old hat my grandfather used to wear, statues throwing up gang signs, a room that blatantly shows off your accomplishments, a kitchen that could feed Third World countries, Persian rugs that I'd probably see in a museum, and last but not least crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than my grandma's whole apartment complex. I've got a feeling there's a lot more in Pegasus Pavillion."
DP said, "Yeah, this place has about 20 more rooms and shit. We're too lazy to show you everything right now. Besides, the best is yet to come."
Dwayne looked at them with an arched eyebrow. PD walked past the pool to a statue of Wesley Willis. The statue in question was a 300 pound black man with an undersized Superman shirt and an unkempt beard. PD put his head on the statue's head and an elevator rose from the ground to appear in front the statue.
Dwayne smirked and cracked, "Yet another Batcave, gentleman? I suppose this is where I learn about my superpowers and shit, right?"
DP shook his head, "Sarcasm becomes you, Dwayne. You've already got the shit-talking portion of the job down." PD, DP and Dwayne entered the elevator.
Dwayne thought about all of the shit he had gotten into so far. He believed that his mom wanted him to do the superhero business but he was still apprehensive about his compatriots PD and DP. Yes, they were sarcastic as hell, but they didn't seem to be serious. Well, they have been doing this shit longer than he has so he would give them the benefit of the doubt. The trio went deeply underground and reached the underground fortress.
Dwayne stepped out of the elevator and could only marvel at the various implements of destructions. The walls were lined with AK-47's, rocket launchers, baseball bats with bricks on them, katanas, nun chucks. Anything you could think of short of nuclear warfare was there. A sleek black helicopter equipped with machine guns and missile launchers gleamed about 20 feet away. Dwayne whistled as he looked at the helicopter.
"Will I get to fly that?" asked Dwayne.
PD said, "No, you won't pilot Shadowhawk. We do have a nice selection of cars for you though."
"Solid, no more walking to school." replied Dwayne with glee.
DP snapped his fingers and 3 cars rose from underneath the ground beside Shadowhawk. The cars were a black Impala, a white Honda Accord, and a red Mazda RX-7 convertible.
"I'll take the Impala."
"A excellent choice, Dwayne. The Impala can reach speeds of 200+ miles per hour with armor that can withstand bullets and missiles." replied DP
"Damn, that's ill."
"No doubt." said DP as he pulled out a remote and pressed a button. "We'd like to introduce you to someone."
A huge computer console appeared. "Damn, are you like a magician or something. You snap your fingers and cars appear. You press a button a huge computer console comes out. Can you supply some women next?" said Dwayne with disbelief on his face.
"Nope, you have to get your own hoes. In any event, this marvel of technology is named Creeper. Creeper can find out about damn near anything. He has an expansive memory and is a bit arrogant."
A knappy-headed face with a beard appeared on the screen.
"Fuck you, baldie. I'm so bad I whoop my own microchips at least two times a day." stated Creeper with disgust on his face.
"You know, we can reprogram you to be more respectful." stated PD.
"Yeah, but you know you nimrods like to be criticized once in a while." replied Creeper.
"True, but I think you're just bitter that you can't tap any ass." Creeper glared at PD and looked at Dwayne in disdain. "He's supposed to be our savior, huh? I'm not impressed."
Dwayne bristled and yelled, "Listen, Creeper. Your namesake got killed in Dolemite, so don't think I won't be able to take you out when I get my superpowers."
"You've got spirit. I like that. Just listen to my advice and ignore 80% of what these guys tell you and you'll be fine."
DP picked up the remote and turned Creeper off. "Don't listen to him, we've been in the game for 10 years. We know what we're doing."
"I've got some questions for you, how old are you guys and what are your real names?"
"Well, I'm 28 and my real name is Alec Goepherich. I would rather have you address me by PD."
"I'm 26 and my real name is Bobby Roach. I too, would rather be called by the name DP."
"I see why you use those nicknames." snickered Dwayne.
"Shut up, Dwayne. You don't want to get me started on your name." snarled DP.
"Okay, I'll be good. How did you guys get all of this money?" asked Dwayne.
"Well, stopping potential wars made Russia, Japan and the good ole USA want to reward us for our work. Besides that, our entertainment company makes a lot of money. Let's just say that we've got enough money that Bill Gates would have an orgasm looking at our bankroll." replied DP.
"Okay, what abilities do you guys have?"
PD shrugged, "It's like this, we can fight like Jackie Chan, blow shit up like a Dragonball Z character, and pimp like Dolemite. But those skills haven't been enough to stop evil, especially the Golden Glocks."
"Okay, so did the Golden Glocks send those dudes after me a couple of weeks ago?"
"Sure, they're the only major crime organization in town."
"Okay, so I'm assuming that I'm the missing piece to help you guys stop evil in the big NW for good. So how am I supposed to become a superhero?"
DP smiled and handed Dwayne a black cane with a golden handle. "All you have to do is yell Ghetto at the top of your lungs and your life will be changed forever."
Dwayne closed his eyes and yelled ghetto. The room felt like it was spinning around and a golden glow enveloped Dwayne. Dwayne opened his eyes and looked at himself. Dwayne saw that his clothes changed from the black ensemble he had to a bright red suit a matching feather boa. Dwayne stood up and saw that he had grown to be pretty tall with a solid sheen of muscle. He smiled and saw that his gopher teeth weren't there anymore. His teeth were actually normal. His hair was now a full-blown Afro.
Dwayne whistled, "Damn, will I stay this way?"
"No, you'll stay this way until your mission is complete and you're safely back at home or here at Pegasus Pavilion." replied PD
Dwayne said, "Okay, I've gotten taller and added some muscle. What else can I do?"
"Your cane is called the The Pimp Cane. It's a legendary cane that many people have tried to use, but only worthy people like you can use it. It's your shit until you die or hand it down to your offspring. The Pimp Cane will change your clothes to 70's pimp gear with occasional forays into the 90's gear." stated PD.
DP continued, "The Pimp Cane can also beat the shit out of people by transforming into any portable weapon with only a thought."
Dwayne thought and the cane shimmered into a double-barreled shotgun." Dwayne smiled, "Can I use this to bust a cap in Ms. Jolly's ass."
"Now, play nice. Don't kill civilians." said PD.
"What else can I do?" said Dwayne.
"You have superhuman strength and agility. Let's see, you can also do the Ghetto punch and Ghetto kick. The ghetto punch is an amplified kidney punch and the ghetto kick is like a little stomp a wrestler does when he's fighting a jabroni. The kick can hurt like a bitch. Yet another attribute that you possess is the 40 Ounce Bounce. The 40 Ounce Bounce can be used by drinking a 40 Ounce supplied by the Pimp Cane. With this drink you can jump unreal distances. Basically, it's like the Gummi juice the Gummi Bears drank back in the day." said DP.
Dwayne smiled and eagerly stated, "When can I start beating people down?"
"I'm glad you're so eager to go out there and run shit. Your first assignment is tonight, but we have to give you some training first." said PD.
"I can do this shit, I don't need no stinking training. I'm strong, I'm fast, and damnit I'm too pretty for this shit." replied Dwayne with a shit-eating grin.
"Is that right?" questioned PD. PD just smiled and jumped out at Dwayne.
A couple of hours later, Dwayne was sweaty at the intense training session he went through. The training felt like he was fighting for his life. They beat the living crap out of him, but he learned some vicious street fighting techniques along with some basic karate and wrestling moves. He didn't know why he needed the wrestling shit like body slams and moonsaults, but it wasn't his place to question PD and DP's teaching disciplines. At about 7:00 p.m., the trio was well rested and ready to be briefed on Dwayne's first mission by Creeper.
Creeper's visage appeared on the screen and smirked at Dwayne. "Your first mission is to take down the Black Prophet. He's been trying to "educate" the good people of New Wales on how they need to do right. You know, the religious cult thing.
"How is that evil?"
"Well, his methods are the problem. He tries to convert people to buy his religion. If they don't follow through, his cultists kill them in a very sadistic manner." said Creeper.
A picture appeared on the screen beside Creeper. A naked man was hanging on a noose with the words Black Prophet carved into his chest. Dwayne shuddered at seeing the grisly remains of the man.
"So why haven't the cops been able to catch this guy?" asked Dwayne.
"He just stays ahead of the cops. Besides, the police force in New Wales is wack. His last location was on OBT."
"The Old Black Trail? No wonder the cops haven't taken him out. Nobody goes there at night unless they're looking for some cheap loving, drugs, or to kill somebody." replied Dwayne with fear.
"C'mon, Dwayne. You're a superhero now. Stop being so scared." said PD.
"Creeper, is there any superpowers I should worry with the Black Prophet."
"Well, he has a move called the Ghetto Handspring, basically a cartwheel into a devasting elbow. I'm not sure about any other abilities that he has. Don't worry about it, you'll kick his ass."
"What kind of supercomputer are you, Creeper? You're weak." scoffed Dwayne
"Listen, you'll be okay." stated Creeper.
"Yeah, listen to Creeper, Dwayne." said PD and DP in unison.
Dwayne raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I can do this."
Dwayne then went over to his black Impala and started to get into the car.
PD said, "One more thing, you need a nickname."
Dwayne crinkled his brow in thought, "How about Big Money?"
"Works for me." replied PD
"It's aight." shrugged DP with a slight grin.
Dwayne Wayne, a.k.a Big Money got in his car and drove from the underground base to the highway.
As the car sped away, PD said, "How much do you want to bet that he blows up something during his mission?"
DP smirked, "I'll put up 5 grand that he manages to take him out without blowing shit up."
PD and DP shook hands on the bet.
Creeper asked, "Why are you betting on him?"
PD said, "Because our predecessors did the same thing when they had a trainee. Besides, it's fun."
As Big Money drove toward OBT, he was thinking about all of the stuff he experienced today. He had gotten some new clothes, a cool ride and could change into a superhero whenever the situation arises. It wasn't everyday that he met a smart-ass supercomputer and got beaten down learning how to fight. The black Impala slipped into Old Black Trail. Big Money parked in front of an old pizza parlor and stepped out of the car. Big Money stepped out of the car with a new change of clothes, wearing a white suit with platinum necklaces dripping off his neck and the magical Pimp Cane.
Big Money saw a pimp with a couple of girls walking by him. The pimp was about medium height and slightly built with a maroon suit and gold chains around his neck. His also had gold rings on all of his fingers. Big Money looked at his hoes and found that he would definitely give sweet loving to one hoe and kick the other one to the curb. The good looking one was Asian, very short, maybe 100 pounds with short black hair with brown eyes and a stocky build. She also was very well endowed. The other one was Caucasian, taller than the other one with hard blue eyes and needle marks all over her arms. Big Money could see that the hoe was anorexic. Big Money didn't see how he made money off of her, but apparently people were desperate for anything.
The pimp crowed, "Hey, man. Are you looking for some action? 20 for a blowjob, 40 for a hour of fucking."
The Asian girl looked at Big Money with lust in her eyes. "My name is Ling Ling. I'll fuck you long time."
Ling Ling walked over to Big Money and told him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear.
Big Money bent down and Ling Ling whispered, "I'll do it for free, baby. Just fuck me now. I need hot loving from you."
Big Money was aroused, but he had a mission. "Maybe later, Ling Ling."
Ling Ling went back to her pimp and said, "He turned me down, Ken."
Ken looked at him in amazement, "Damn, man. You don't want some of that."
Big Money said with a small smile, "I'll give her the fucking of her life later. Right now I have business to attend to."
"C'mon, business can wait. Maybe you'd like to get some of Rhonda here. She's looks like a crack whore, but she can give good head and her pussy is so tight it's like you're fucking a clamp."
"That's okay, really. I need to find the Black Prophet." said Big Money.
"That bitch owes me money! He fucked Ling Ling and didn't pay her for her services. He said that he was the greatest lover in the world. He had the gall to say that Ling Ling should be paying him for sex." answered Ken with a sneer.
"You hadn't collected your money from him?"
"No, everytime I try to get my money he has his followers protect his ass. I thought that Muslim By All Means Necessary shit went out with Malcolm X. Last I heard he was 2 streets down on Luther Campbell Boulevard."
"Thanks, Ken." said Big Money.
"No problem, man." Big Money got into his Impala and drove to Luther Campbell Boulevard.
Luther Campbell Boulevard was a haven of decrepit buildings. Big Money saw a building with a light on so he parked the car in front of the building. He stepped out of the car and saw a woman shaking on the sidewalk. Big Money ran over to her, but a man that stood in front of the door said, "Leave her alone, brother. She's fine."
"She's acting like she's got Tourette's or something, help her." replied Big Money with a grimace.
He tried to pick her up, but the woman pushed his hands away saying, "This is my fate. The Prophet said that I have to shake the evil out of me. I need to do right so that I can become pure in his eyes."
Big Money was seething with anger at how arrogant this Prophet was. However, he didn't want to go in there and just start bum-rushing people. Big Money asked the man at the door what was going on.
The man stated, "Go inside brother and meet the great savior, The Black Prophet. He is conducting a service." Big Money walked into the building.
Big Money stepped inside the building and saw that the building was basically set up like the Pentecostal church he attends. The altar was in front and rows of pews were in front of the altar. He took a seat at the back of the room, looking at the diversity of the people in the congregation. Black people, White people, Asian people, Spanish people were all in attendance. A choir was singing hymns behind the altar. After the third hymn, the Black Prophet made his appearance. The Black Prophet was very short with a dark complexion and a stocky build. He had gray hair, a gray mustache and was clothed in a red and white robe. Big Money couldn't believe that this dude was responsible from the atrocities shown to him by Creeper.
The Black Prophet went through his sermon. In spite of his hatred for the Black Prophet's actions, Big Money could see why people were drawn towards him. The Black Prophet had oratory skills that were unworldly. He almost wanted to forget the crime fighting shit and join with him. After the sermon, The Black Prophet called for an altar call in which people who wanted to join his religion would stand in front of the church and pray to give their life to their lord and savior, The Black Prophet. Big Money and the rest of the congregation stood up in front of the altar. The Black Prophet asked one of his followers to get some holy oil so he could rub it on the foreheads of the people in the altar call. Black Prophet then rubbed the oil on the foreheads of the congregation and prayed with each person individually, asking that person to join him and fight the good fight. Since there were about 100 people in the congregation, he took a long time to rub everyone with the oil and pray. 20 people pledged their loyalty to the Black Prophet.
Black Prophet finally reached Big Money and said, "My brother, you have great power within you. You would be a great soldier for my church. Join me and fight the good fight. I can feel the cynicism in you, just ignore the cynicism and join me."
Big Money cried out in a loud voice, "Oh Black Prophet, I want to join you. I promise my fealty to you."
"You have seen the light, my brother." replied Black Prophet with a satisfied grin on his face.
The 21 new members of the Black Prophet's church stood in front of the rest of the congregation.
Black Prophet said, "Now to cleanse this earth of the evil. My new brothers, destroy this people who refuse to join in the good fight. They can't understand that our world needs to be clean of sex, drugs, rap music, video games, of all of that stuff."
Big Money looked at the other people beside him and couldn't believe that they were going to kill people in cold blood.
All hell broke loose in the church. The 20 people who decided to join the group were systematically killing the 79 other people. Big Money was horrified at just how they could overpower them like that. It was insane because apparently the oil rubbed by the Black Prophet gave them superhuman powers. Big Money saw them shoot laser beams from their hands and cut down the opposition. Big Money tried to stop it, but he just couldn't move from his spot in time.
Big Money looked at them and snarled, "This shit has got to stop. No more killing."
Black Prophet sighed, "I thought you were on our side, but if you're not with us, you're against us. Prepare to die."
Big Money smirked, "Famous last words, you maniac."
Big Money turned his cane into a double-barreled shotgun and started shooting everyone in sight. The Black Prophet's troops retaliated, shooting at Big Money with hot crimson death raining down from their perches. Big Money managed to avoid most of the laser blasts, taking down about 10 of them with the shotgun until one goon hit him in the leg with a laser blast. Big Money went down in agony. Black Prophet walked over to Big Money and kicked him in the leg. One of his followers blasted him again, sending Big Money to unconsciousness.
"Tie him up. We must show him that no one disobeys the Black Prophet." said Black Prophet with a menacing glare.
Big Money awoke slowly and found that he was tied spread eagle on a wall naked in a sewer. Big Money groaned as he saw the Black Prophet watch him with a look of disdain along with two other followers.
"How nice of you to awaken, Big Money." stated Black Prophet with a grin. I'd like you to meet my two best men, Brother Booker and Brother Ahmed."
Both men were very tall and muscular with Booker having a light complexion and Ahmed having a dark complexion. Black Prophet punched Big Money in the kidney and the stomach. After that, Black Prophet motioned toward Ahmed and Ahmed backhanded him across the face. Black Prophet raised his eyebrow and Booker punched Big Money in the jaw. Blood spurted out of Big Money's mouth at the assault.
"This is what you get for opposing me!" yelled Black Prophet as he continually kicked Big Money in his wounded leg.
The three men beat Big Money within an inch of his life. Big Money was bloodied, bruised, and in severe pain.
Black Prophet walked over to the Pimp Cane and looked at it. "This cane is very powerful and someone like you shouldn't have it. It should belong to me. In fact, with this cane I can spread my ministry across the world and not just here in New Wales."
Big Money croaked out, "Your ministry is nothing but an excuse to commit genocide. You killed people tonight for no good reason except that they didn't want to join your religion. You give religion a bad name. I'm going to break out of these chains and fuck you up."
Black Prophet laughed, "You can try, but you're not man enough to hurt me."
Black Prophet picked up the Pimp Cane. Black Prophet grinned, "I feel enormous power from this cane. I've had enough of beating you up, Little Money. It's time to kill you with your own cane.
Black Prophet closed his eyes and tried to make the cane transform into a sword. Unfortunately for him, the Pimp Cane had other ideas and burned the Black Prophet's hand. The Black Prophet dropped the Pimp Cane.
Booker and Ahmed yelled in unison, "WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU CUR?"
Big Money smirked and said, "I thought your man was supposed the be the shit. He can't pick up a cane. For shame."
Booker and Ahmed ran up to Big Money in rage. The Pimp Cane floated over Booker and Ahmed to Big Money's right hand. As soon as the cane reached his hand, the chains exploded in a flash of light and Big Money stood in front of the henchmen clothed in an all leather ensemble.
Big Money was still in pain after the beating giving to him by the three men, but he still had more than enough energy to defeat them. Big Money turned to the cane into a baseball bat with a brick and bashed both of them over the head with the bat. Both men fell down in a bloody heap.
"Now, it's your turn." snarled Big Money
Black Prophet kicked Big Money in his still-injured leg. Big Money staggered downward and then the Black Prophet punched him in the stomach a couple of times. Black Prophet punched Big Money in the mouth, sending Big Money sprawling on the ground. Black Prophet did a cartwheel into an elbow, taking the wind out of Big Money.
Black Prophet stood above him, kicked him and said, "The Ghetto Elbow works every time."
Black Prophet watched as Big Money writhed in pain on the ground. He bent down and choked Big Money. The man spat, "Die, you bastard!"
Big Money started seeing stars as Black Prophet choked the life out of him. Big Money found a reserve of strength, pulling the Black Prophet's hands off his throat and throwing him aside. Big Money staggered to his feet, gasping for air.
Big Money then limped over to the Black Prophet and snarled, "My turn now, bitch."
Big Money grabbed the Black Prophet and threw him against the wall. While the Black Prophet was on the ground, he started to stomp a mudhole in him, Ghetto Kicking him into unconsciousness.
"I should kill you, you bastard." growled Big Money as he picked up the Black Prophet.
Big Money walked out of the room outside into the church. Big Money then walked outside of the church into the street. His car was still there. He managed to defeat his opponent, but there was one thing left to do. He put the Black Prophet down in the backseat and closed the door. Big Money closed his eyes and the Pimp Cane turned into a rocket launcher.
Big Money whispered, "It's go time." The rockets blasted from the rocket launcher decimating the building. Big Money got into his car and left the burning pile of rubble.
Big Money cleaned himself up and was the picture of cool when he dropped off the Black Prophet at the police station.
A police sergeant looked at Big Money and said, "Thank you for bringing him in. You know he's a dangerous felon, right?"
"Yeah, but he couldn't fuck with Big Money." replied Big Money with a smile. Big Money then walked away and drove back to Pegasus Pavilion.
A scream burst out into the early morning sky. The charred remains of a man decorated the room.
The man responsible for this looked with cold eyes and said, "Clean the remains of that sucka. He failed me for the last time. I should have never listened to him and hired those thugs to try and take care of the new ghetto superhero. Oh well, tell Catman he's now been promoted to my field general."
"Yes, Shonuf. By the way, did you know that the Black Prophet got locked down?"
"Yes, Kamal. I know, such a pity too. I'll just wait until this Big Money slips up. He wont be able to stand up to the might of the Golden Glocks." said Shonuf with a smile.
End Chapter 2
Author's Notes
Damn that took a long time to write. I hope people enjoy this one.
That's all and in parting I wish you
Peace, love, and hair grease
Showstopper