Kimbo and the NTAACP (National Time Advanced Association for Colored People

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How will Kimbo go back and rescue Marshal Kingston from being lynched in Grillz, Mississippi? Will he succeed, if he doesn't the consequences could be bad for President of the NTAACP.

Submitted: March 16, 2009

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Kimbo and the NTAACP
(National Time Advanced Association for Colored People)
 
It is the year 2030, the day shines bright for Kimbo Slice, a Jamaican time traveler from the NTAACP. He had a new mission to go back and rescue Marshall Kingston from being lynched in 1910. Word has it that this young black man is supposed to be a prodigy, and find the cure for cancer. Kimbo reaches HQ, clocks in, and goes to the time room. He gets slightly briefed on the mission, it’s purely, get in and get out. Kimbo puts on some more time appropriate clothing as not to blow his cover, and jumped into the portal. He ends up in a small town just north of Jackson, Mississippi, called Grillz. Walking up and down the sidewalks trying to avoid eye contact, since it was custom for any black man to do so otherwise the consequences could be fatal. He walks into a tavern and sees Mr. Kingston, whom all ready is getting into a fist fight for cheating in a poker game. This is it; this is why he gets lynched. He quickly goes over but a closer opponent steps up and pushes Kimbo out of the way. Kimbo regains his ground and throws a left hook knocking the southerner on his back. Another comes at him with a billiard stick, which Kimbo grabs with his right hand and chops it in half with his left, and brings the rest of the stick across his face. He yells at Marshall to come but he is to overtaken by white men. Kimbo reaches him and knocks to others on their butts. He and Marshall pace themselves out the back door. 
Marshal with a slightly new southern, and African accent says, “M-m-man, what t-t-the f-f-f-fiddle sticks was that.”
Kimbo responds with a very cocky grin, “That’s the future.”
Marshall looking surprised asked questions while they both ran to the river to get to the portal. They can see behind them that there were followers. With rope in one hand, pistols in the other. They regained their loss of distance quickly and they were on Kimbo and Marshall’s tail. One of the cowboys missed a few attempts at lassoing Marshall but on the fourth attempt which looks like a miss, snagged his foot. Kimbo couldn’t do anything but run. The men turned around with out him. Later that night Kimbo walked back to Grillz. He saw torches alit, and heard shouting and cheering Marshall already had the rope around his neck, so Kimbo had to do something drastic. He saw a rider next to his horse and knocked rider out with a horseshoe, and took the horse, which was afraid of black people, but he managed. He took the pistol out of the cowboy’s holster and with his special drive by skills from the future, raced past Marshall and shot the rope. He grabbed Marshall and darted to the river. Full of sweat they make it in the portal. 
The President of the NTAACP, Marshall, and Kimbo, hold a meeting, and
All Marshall could say was, “I-I-I d-d-don’t know w-w-what cancer is.” Kimbo and the President both very stern and reluctant for going back to get him, come up with a solution and bring Marshall a book on cancer.
 Marshall said, “I-I-I c-c-can’t read too good.” Kimbo and the President were going to give up. But instead they took him to the science ward. They did several tests, and everybody decided he was as dumb as he sounded.
With one last thought, the President gives out a secret, “I just needed him to get rid of my cancer, now what will I do.” The room gets silent and everyone was in awe. The Presidents sadness turned to rage, so he got mad and slapped Marshall who skids across a bed of razors, now bleeding, and lands on a Petri dish with of cancer extracts found in human specimens. The cancer agents dissolved. They knew now that the cure was in his DNA. Marshall became a rich man, and the President got to live another day. Kimbo successfully completed a mission. He was not done yet though, word has it there is a slave in the 1700s who really invented the automobile...


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