Somewhere in South Africa, in this apocalyptic world, a man in a black leather jacket, gloves, pants and jack boots stood at the edge of a steep hill overlooking a two lane highway with his black, V8 1969 Dodge Charger Special sitting idly behind him. As he is taking a leak when a voice in his CB radio yelled out, “I AM BLACK JESUS! I AM THE PRINCE OF THE HIGHWAY!” A male voice cut in, “Suspect killed Jack Tapper and has taken his machine pistol. Did you get that Charlie?” Charlie replied, “Got it, he also has Jack’s Camaro.”
Farther south a yellow 2008 Camaro raced at high speed up the highway with a yellow and red racing stripped 1967 Mustang GT following close behind with police lights flashing and blaring horn as a white police motorcycle followed close behind both bearing the initials “SAFP” on there sides. The black, crazed, driver leaned out the window and screamed, “YOU CAN’T STOP ME! I’M THE PRINCE OF THE HIGHWAY! THE ILITOLA!” They raced over the hill and a vendor appeared on the left side, pushing his cart along the shoulder, and the Camaro turned and the vendor looked back and saw the Camaro barreling down at him. The vendor screamed and barely leapt away just before his cart was smashed and the crazed driver howled with excitement and yelled, “Yeah! That’s how it’s done! That is my law!” In the mustang, a police officer, wearing his blue police jacket and white helmet, leaned out the left side passenger window with a sawed off shotgun and yelled to the police driver to his right, “Get me closer Frank!” The driver in the stolen police Camaro saw them getting closer just as a school bus appeared before him. The officer with the sawed off shotgun took aim and the Camaro immediately swerved just as he fired and blasted the rear window as they drove up and both the officers looked shocked as they drove straight towards the bus. The driving officer swerved and the Mustang crashed to the left rear of the bus and Frank is immediately throttled forward and slammed his face against the wheel, sending a lot of blood flying onto the windshield, wheel and dashboard, as the car spun and the officer with the shotgun is thrown back into his seat right before the left side of the Mustang ended up slamming its side against the left side of the bus and both the bus and Mustang came to a complete stop. The officer in the motorcycle sped right on past as he spoke onto his radio, “Charlie, Frank are you checked?” Frank is slumped forward on the wheel with blood all over it as he moaned and Charlie looked stunned and pulled out the radio and replied, “I’m checked! Someone call the meat wagon, Frank is hurt and bleeding out! Unable to continue pursuit!” The police motorcyclist spoke, “I’ll get him!” The biker got closer to the Camaro, but just as he did the insane driver pulled out the machine pistol and blindly fired at the officer and the biker swerved and dodged his head as bullets zipped past him as they approached a rest stop ahead of them.
A restaurant, some shops and a car repair shop sat alongside the road as a woman carrying a baby crossed it, as he headed towards the restaurant, and is halfway when the driver in the stolen Camaro raced straight at the terrified mother. The driver licked his lips and made a high pitch laugh as the woman screamed and held her baby tightly and covered the baby’s face when the Camaro slammed into them, making a loud “Smack” sound. The biker kept pace with the Camaro and swerved around the scene as he quickly looked back in shock as nearby pedestrians raced towards the rundown woman and her baby and the biker called out on his radio, “This is Bolt to any nearby units! Subject has just ran over a woman and child! I am continuing pursuit! All nearby units intercept and take this psycho off the streets!” Bolt immediately pulled out his machine pistol and began firing at the speeding Camaro.
The stranger in black continued to look over the distant highway at the edge of the hill, even as a rattlesnake crawled up to his right boot. The snake bared its fangs and hissed as it attacked the strangers foot when it was cut short when the strangers right boot flashed and crushed the snake s head in mid motion. Bolt yelled over the radio, “This is Bolt to any nearby units! Subject has just ran over a woman and child! I am continuing pursuit! All nearby units intercept and take this psycho off the streets!” The stranger balled up his fists as his body tensed and continued to gaze over the highway.
Bolt fired his machine pistol again and busted the Camaro’s left tail light and riddled holes all along the back as the crazed driver fired his machine pistol behind, blindly, and blew out the machine pistol from Bolt’s grip and flew out/fell onto the road behind him. Bolt reached to his right and pulled out a metal bat as he sped up to the left side of the Camaro and poised his bat, ready to strike the driver. A wrecked car on his side of the road appeared and when he swung his bat he smashed the passenger window behind the crazed driver as he suddenly slowed to get behind, to avoid hitting the car wreck, and something caught the back tire of Bolt’s bike and he swerved and fell to his left side and slid on his back till he came to a complete stop. The black, crazed, driver looked through his side mirror and saw Bolt failing in his pursuit and the driver laughed, “YEAH! NOBODY STOPS THE BLACK JESUS! NOBODY!”
The stranger got in his V8 1969 Dodge Charger Special and fastened all his safety belts before Bolt spoke onto the radio, “Bolt to Mike, we are 100% snafu! He is all yours.” Mike pulled out the mic and spoke, “Affirmative. Prepare meat wagon.” Bolt replied, “Will do!” The crazed black driver yelled in the radio, “I AM BLACK JESUS! I AM THE PRINCE OF THE HIGHWAY’S! FUROSIUM HAS BLESSED ME WITH HIS MIGHTY POWER....” As the “Black Jesus” ranted, Mike loaded up his sawed off shotgun and pulled out a metal baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped along the top half and put it on the door holster on his left side. He turned the ignition key and the car roared to life (like a waking dragon) and put both his black gloved hands on the wheel and waited till the stolen yellow 2008 Camaro came into view, and he did not have to wait long. Mike pulled a red button beneath his gearshift and the V8 engine roared and also gave a whistling sound before Mike slammed on the gas pedal and the car sped down the hill, straight towards the doomed Camaro.