JORDAN AND KOBE STAND EYE TO EYE ON THE BEACH. CAMERA IS DRAMATICALLY AT GROUND LEVEL LOOKING UP AT BOTH SUPERSTARS. A LONG STARE OFF BEGINS WITH BOTH LEGENDS NOT EVEN BLINKING.
KOBE: So Jordan… You’ve finally come out of your cave. All my life, I’ve heard people say how I’ll never measure up to your legend…
KOBE HEARS IN HIS HEAD THE MOCKING TONE OF ESPN PUNDITS AND REPORTERS: “JORDAN IS THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME”…”KOBE IS MAYBE A TOP 10 GUARD OF ALL TIME, BUT NO WAY IS HE AT THE LEVEL OF MICHAEL, WILT, BILL RUSSELL…”
KOBE: I’ll finally get a chance to prove all those motherdunkers wrong…
JORDAN: I’ve got some questions for you Kobe Bryant…
KOBE: Didn’t you hear? I never went to college…
AS QUICK AS LIGHTNING, KOBE MAKES THE FIRST MOVE. BEHIND THE BACK DRIBBLE, DRIVING RIGHT, KOBE SLIDES GRACEFULLY TO THE HOOP. JORDAN IS CAUGHT COMPLETELY OFF GUARD.
JORDAN: Cheap shot Kobe… I expected better from the Black Mamba.
JORDAN LEAPS UP ON ONE SIDE OF THE LANE, HE GETS BUMPED, STILL UP IN THE AIR, TWISTS THE BALL, MANEUVERS INSIDE, OUTSIDE, AROUND BACK, OFF THE GLASS, GETS THE FOUL, INCREDIBLE, UNBELIEVABLE MOVE TO THE BASKET.
JORDAN: I invented that move.
THE BATTLE CONTINUES FOR THREE DAYS. SAND EXPLODES EVERYWHERE, THE BEACH IS ENTIRELY DEMOLISHED. ALL SURROUNDING AREAS HAVE BEEN EVACUATED AND CASUALTIES ARE TREMENDOUS. STILL THE TWO SHOOT ON, SEEMINGLY EVENLY MATCHED. JORDAN MOVES TO THE HOOP. KOBE TURNS AND DOES A RIDICULOUS FADEAWAY. JORDAN SHOOTS A PRISTINE PERFECT JUMPSHOT. KOBE BURIES A THREE. THE SCORE IS 5,261-5,259. JORDAN IS UP.
JORDAN: You’re pretty good kid. But you ain’t no Game 6 in Utah.
KOBE BURIES A THREE. 5,261-5,262 KOBE. JORDAN TRIES A JUMPSHOT AND MISSES.
KOBE: Shut up old man, your time is over. Mamba ends this.
KOBE BURIES ANOTHER THREE. JORDAN DOES HIS FAMOUS CHANGE HANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIR MOVE. KOBE BLOCKS IT. KOBE PUMP-FAKES. 5,261-5,267 KOBE. IT LOOKS LIKE THE JIG IS UP. JORDAN’S ON THE ROPES. HE’S DOWN FOR THE COUNT… HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES…
BUT IT’S NOT OVER. AFTER ALL THE BATTLES HE’S BEEN THROUGH, 6 UNDEFEATED FINALS APPEARANCES, JORDAN FINDS THE WILL AS HE ALWAYS HAS AND HE ALWAYS WILL TILL THE END OF TIME. A QUICK DRIVE, JORDAN DUNKS FROM THE FREE THROW LINE. 5,263-5,267.
KOBE SEEMS BEWILDERED FOR A MOMENT. JORDAN DRIVES AGAIN. A SPINNING LAYUP. IT’S GOOD. 5,265-5,267.
KOBE: This can’t be!
KOBE TRIES A RIDICULOUSLY SELFISH DRIVE INSIDE WITHOUT CONSIDERING ANYONE ELSE’S FEELINGS OR ANYTHING. IT’S A MISS. 10 SECONDS LEFT ON THE CLOCK, JORDAN RECOVERS THE REBOUND. KOBE RECOVERS ON JORDAN AND JUMPS TO CLOSE HIM OUT.
JORDAN PASSES TO STEVE KERR. 3 POINTER. IT’S GOOD. THE CROWD GOES WILD. THE GAME IS OVER. MAMBA DEFEATED.
INSIDE AN SMALL PLANE. MICHAEL JORDAN IS FITTING A PARACHUTE ON WITH THE AGENT STANDING NEXT TO HIM. THE DOOR IS OPEN FOR JORDAN TO JUMP AND LOUD AIR HOWLS THROUGH THE PLANE.
AGENT: Jordan, once on the island, don’t let anyone spot you until you find the man we are looking for. If you get captured or trapped, the entire operation is compromised.
JORDAN: Don’t worry Agent. I’ve been slipping through screens and double teams all my life.
JORDAN JUMPS FROM THE PLANE INTO THE ABYSS. HE STARTS TO MAKE OUT A TROPICAL ISLAND IN THE DISTANCE. ONCE CLOSE JORDAN PULLS THE STRING OF HIS PARACHUTE. SUDDENLY, JORDAN NOTICES THE PARACHUTE ISN’T OPENING. ANY NORMAL MAN WOULD BE SCARED, BUT NOT JORDAN. AS JORDAN FALLS HE PUMPS UP HIS AIR JORDANS AND MAKES THE FAMOUS AIR JORDAN DUNK FROM THE FREE THROW LINE POSE HE IS KNOWN FOR. THIS POSE GIVES JORDAN AN AMAZING CONTROL OF HIS FALL AS HE GLIDES THROUGH THE AIR TOWARD THE TROPICAL ISLAND. JORDAN LANDS ON HIS FEET ON THE BEACH. SAND EXPLODES IN THE AIR. AS THE SAND SETTLES, JORDAN SPIES A FANCY RESORT. HE HEADS TOWARD IT.
CUT TO THE TROPICAL RESORT. CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL BEACH BABES, A WHO’S WHO OF CELEBRITIES, AND A TABLE FULL OF THE FINEST WINES AND FOOD. KIM KARDASHIAN, LIL WAYNE AND KID N PLAY ARE ALL PLAYING BEACH VOLLEYBALL. JAY Z AND KANYE WEST ARE PLAYING CARDS WITH JARED FROM SUBWAY. NEIL PATRICK HARRIS IS PUTTING LOTION ON JUSTIN BIEBER’S BACK. FAR AND A WAY IN A MORE QUIET AREA A MYSTERIOUS MAN SITS FACING THE BEACH JUST WATCHING THE WAVES.
JORDAN, DISGUISED IN SUNGLASSES AND A FAKE MOUSTACHE APPROACHES THE RESORT. HE SNEAKS PAST THE CELEBRITIES WITH A COMBINATION OF IMPRESSIVE FAKES, PUMP-FAKES AND SPIN MOVES. HE APPROACHES THE SECLUDED AREA WHERE THE MYSTERIOUS MAN RESIDES.
BOUNCER: Hold on. Just who the hell are you?
JORDAN: I’m with NIKE. I’ve come to deliver the new NIKE Model X-1000’s.
BOUNCER: No you’re not. No one gets in here who’s not VIP.
MYSTERIOUS MAN: Hold on Ed. What did that man say? Did he say new NIKE’s?
BOUNCER: This man here says he’s here to deliver a new NIKE model.
MYSTERIOUS MAN: Ed, just what the dunk are you thinking? Send him in right away.
THE BOUNCER STEPS ASIDE. JORDAN HANDS THE MYSTERIOUS MAN THE BOX. HE OPENS THE BOX. THERE IS NOTHING INSIDE.
MYSTERIOUS MAN: Is this some kind of a joke?
JORDAN: Not at all.
SUDDENLY JORDAN FLIES THROUGH THE AIR AND DOES A REVERSE LAY-UP. THE MYSTERIOUS MAN FALLS OUT OF HIS CHAIR AND IS REELING, COVERING HIS FACE.
MYSTERIOUS MAN: What is this some kind of a sneak attack?! Just who are you??!
JORDAN TURNS AROUND SLOWLY AND TAKES OFF HIS MOUSTACHE AND SUNGLASSES.
THE MYSTERIOUS MAN TAKES HIS HANDS OFF HIS FACE, REVEALING THAT HE IS THE BLACK MAMBA, KOBE BRYANT. HE SLOWLY LOOKS UP TO FACE JORDAN.
KOBE: It can’t be… But you’re….
JORDAN: Frozen? Not anymore… I’ve heard a lot about you Kobe Bryant… I’ve heard people wonder about which one of us would win in a one on one… I say we settle it right now…
CUT TO A BASKETBALL COURT. SEVERAL KIDS ABOUT 9-15 YEARS OLD ARE PLAYING A PICKUP GAME. THEY ARE PICKING PLAYERS
KID A: Umm I’ll take him…
THE SMALLEST KID, A KID ABOUT 6 YEARS OLD IS LEFT ON THE COURT.
KID B: Are you serious?? I can’t take that pipsqueak!
KID A: You either take him or we play 5 on 4.
KID B: Fine… alright kid… Just stay out of our way.
KID A TAKES THE BALL INBOUNDS. THE 6 YEAR OLD KID GOES ON DEFENSE. NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM. THE KID PASSES THE BALL IN. SUDDENLY THE 6 YEAR OLD KID HOPS IN AND STEALS THE BALL. HE TAKES A SHOT FROM 15 FEET. IT’S GOOD. THE KIDS ON THE OTHER TEAM ARE PISSED THEY WERE SO CARELESS.
KID ON TEAM A: What the heck! How’d you let that happen you bozo! Go and block that kid if he gets near the ball.
6 YR OLD KID INBOUNDS. A 9 YR OLD IS GUARDING HIM.
9 YR OLD: Hey shorty. You got lucky last play. But this is a big boy court.
THE 6 YR OLD KID DRIVES FASTER THAN THE OTHER KIDS CAN BLINK. SUDDENLY HE IS INSIDE AT THE BASKET.
HE SHOOTS A LAYUP. IT’S GOOD.
THE OLDEST KID ON TEAM A IS ANGRY.
OLDEST KID: Idiot!! You can’t guard that little turd?! You’re pathetic. Let me do it.
THE OLDEST KID GETS IN THE FACE OF THE 6 YEAR OLD. HE PUSHES AND SHOVES HIM TO THE GROUND ON A PLAY. HE’S PLAYING ROUGH BUT THE 6 YEAR OLD KID GETS BACK UP AND CROSSES HIM OVER SWOOPS IN ON THAT BASKET. SUDDENLY THE 6 YEAR OLD KID JUMPS 10 FEET IN THE AIR OVER 2 OTHER KIDS. HE’S GOING FOR THE DUNK. THE 6 YEAR OLD KID DOES A SPECTACULAR 360 TOMAHAWK DUNK OVER THE 15 YEAR OLD KID. EVERYONE IS IN AWE.
KID FROM TEAM B: Wow… Kid… What’s your name?
6 YEAR OLD: Lebron…
KID FROM TEAM B: That’s a weird name… but whoa kid. You’re good.
KID FROM TEAM A WHO JUST GOT DUNKED ON: Kid’s not that good…
MONTAGE AS YOUNG LEBRON DOMINATES. THE WHOLE GAME HE IS SCORING, BLOCKING, REBOUNDING, PASSING AMAZING BEHIND THE BACK ASSISTS AND DOMINATING, YET SOMEHOW HIS TEAM IS DOWN BY 1 POINT. IT’S DOWN TO THE LAST SHOT. YOUNG LEBRON HAS THE BALL. HE DRIBBLES IT OUT AT THE PERIMETER, BUT ALL 5 KIDS ARE DEFENDING HIM. HE TRIES TO PASS, BUT THEY ARE TALLER AND BLOCKING ALL THE LANES. YOUNG LEBRON SOMEHOW GETS SPACE. HE SHOOTS A CLEAN SHOT FROM THE 3. THE SHOT IS IN SLOW MOTION. IT MISSES. YOUNG LEBRON’S HEAD BOWS LOW IN SADNESS. HE GETS PATTED ON THE BACK BY HIS TEAMMATES.
TEAMMATE: Look Lebron, don’t sweat it. You were amazing.
SUDDENLY WE SEE THE SCENE FROM BINOCULARS. A SCIENTIST IS LOOKING ON AND TALLYING DATA. YOUNG LEBRON WALKS TOWARD THE SCIENTIST WHO IS IN A TECHED OUT VAN. LEBRON GETS IN THE BACK OF THE VAN.
YOUNG LEBRON: 43 points. 15 assists. 26 rebounds.
A SHADOWY FIGURE IN THE PASSENGER SEAT SPEAKS.
SHADOWY FIGURE: Not good enough dammit! Lebron, you missed the last shot. You’re pathetic!! Dr. Rivers! What is this crap!?
DOCTOR RIVERS, THE EVIL SCIENTIST TWIN BROTHER OF NBA COACH DOC RIVERS, WHO LOOKS THE SAME EXCEPT FOR A GOATEE, SCRAMBLES THROUGH PAGES AND PAGES OF DATA.
RIVERS: It seems the subject lacks the clutch gene. We tried every combination of genes. But something is missing. I don’t understand it.
YOUNG LEBRON SITS DOWN AND THE DOCTOR ATTACHES ELECTRODES TO HIM. THE DRIVER STARTS THE VAN UP AND DRIVES OFF.
RIVERS: Something is definitely missing… I don’t know what it is… unless…
SHADOWY FIGURE TURNS AROUND. IT’S PAT RILEY.
PAT RILEY: What is it?
RIVERS: Well… We managed to clone the Lebron subject from tissues of the greatest NBA legends to ever play the game. Larry Bird, Earvin Magic Johnson, Bill Russell, Oscar Robertson, Steve Nash. That’s where the name L.E.B.R.O.N. comes from. Larry. Earvin. Bill. RObertson. Nash. The only thing is… We were never able to get the genes of the greatest player to ever set foot on the court. The US Government cryogenically froze him before we could.
PAT RILEY: Jordan…
RIVERS: Right. As soon as we started taking the genetic material from the great players, they got wind of our plan.
PAT RILEY: Damn them… Without the clutch gene, the Lebron subject might be as good as worthless to me…
PAT RILEY PUNCHES A WINDOW WITH HIS BARE HANDS. THE GLASS SHATTERS. HIS FIST IS BLOODY. YOUNG LEBRON LOOKS AT HIM AND IS SCARED. PAT RILEY TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT LEBRON. HE LOOKS DEVILISH.
PAT RILEY: Take us back to the B-Ball internment camps… The Lebron subject is going to get the clutch one way or another.
LEBRON LOOKS SCARED. HE STARTS CRYING.
YOUNG LEBRON: Noo!!! Not the camp! NOOO!!!!
GAME 4 OF THE EASTERN CONFERENCE FINALS. THE SCORE IS 91-93 BOSTON. LEBRON HAS FOULED OUT OF THE
GAME. IN THE FINAL 14 SECONDS, DWYANE WADE HAS A CHANCE TO WIN THE GAME. HE FAKES LEFT, GOES
RIGHT, MARQUIS DANIELS RUNS BACK ON DEFENSE. DWYANE WADE PUMP FAKES. MARQUIS BITES BUT WADE
DOESN’T GET THE CONTACT. HE SIDESTEPS. IT’S A CLEAR LOOK AT THE BASKET. WADE JUMPS. THE BALL
LEAVES HIS HANDS. IT’S SLOW MOTION. THE BALL FLIES THROUGH THE AIR. IT BOUNCES ON THE RIM
LIGHTLY…. NO GOOD. DWYANE, LEBRON, BOSH ALL LOOK DISTRAUGHT. THE GAME IS OVER. BOSTON WINS. WE
SEE LEBRON AND D-WADE IN THE LOCKER ROOM. LEBRON APPROACHES WADE.
LEBRON: You had it! What the dunk is wrong with you! It was a clear look!!
WADE: LOOK! DON’T point the finger at me! If you hadn’t fouled out we wouldn’t BE in this
LEBRON: DUNK YOU! You should have… You should have…
WADE LOOKS PISSED. HE TURNS AROUND AND GRABS LEBRON AND POUNDS HIM INTO A LOCKER.
WADE: Go ahead Bron… Say it…
WADE LOOKS STRAIGHT IN LEBRON’S EYES. LEBRON LOOKS SCARED.
WADE: I don’t think I need to take advice about the clutch from the likes of you…
WADE LETS GO ABRUPTLY AND WALKS AWAY. LEBRON WALKS TO A BENCH, SITS DOWN, AND STARTS SOBBING
ZOOM ON WADES FACE AS HE PUTS HIS ARM AGAINST A LOCKER AND LISTENS. WADE TURNS AROUND. HE PUTS HIS
ARM TENDERLY ON LEBRON’S BACK.
WADE: Look Bron… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it… I just… I just don’t wanna go back to those
camps… The b-ball internment camps…
LEBRON: I can’t go back Dwyane. I couldn’t take it.
WADE GRABS LEBRON’S SHOULDERS
WADE: Look Lebron! Pull yourself together! We just gotta make it 2 more games! Just 2 more games
and then 4 more after that and we’re out of this! We can do this. I ain’t goin back to those
motherdunkin camps and you ain’t either. I promise.
LEBRON SOBBS AND LEANS HIS HEAD IN DWYANE WADES LAP.
WADE: There there…
SUDDENLY DOORS BUST OPEN. IT’S THE PRESS. WADE QUICKLY JUMPS UP AND SCOOTS A FEW FEET AWAY FROM
LEBRON. LEBRON QUICKLY REGAINS HIS COMPOSURE AND WIPES A TOWEL ON HIS FACE. THE PRESS SURROUND
LEBRON AND ASK A MILLION QUESTIONS. “LEBRON! LEBRON!” “HOW WILL YOU DO THIS? AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE
TO SAY ABOUT THAT?” LEBRON IS IN A DAZE. ZOOM ON LEBRON. LEBRON SWEATS. LEBRON IS NOT PAYING
ATTENTION. HIS EYES GLAZE OVER AND GAZE DISTANTLY.
MICHAEL JORDAN SITS IN A ROOM WITH THE AGENT. SCREENS ARE SHOWING A LOT OF INFORMATION ABOUT THE LAST 14 YEARS.
AGENT: So that’s how the North Koreans built the ultimate basketball playing superweapon… A perfect physical specimen with the highest off the charts basketball IQ ever seen by man. Lebron James. Created as a test tube baby in a basketball lab. Bred with the genes of the greatest players ever and raised from birth with one purpose in mind. An NBA Championship.
MICHAEL JORDAN: Bastards…
AGENT: The world has changed since you were in the cryochamber. Basketball is no longer the game of integrity and good sportsmanship it has been since the days of you, Larry, Magic, Dominique. Only a few teams hold onto this integrity. The Spurs. Oklahoma City. The Celtics. These are the teams that David Stern hasn’t gotten his iron grip on yet. The NBA is all about greed now.
MICHAEL JORDAN: Yeah… but what do the North Koreans have to do with any of this?
AGENT: The Rings…
MICHAEL JORDAN: NBA Championship Rings?
AGENT: Exactly. The NBA Championship Rings are not just decoration. In every NBA Championship, all the blood, sweat, tears and glory are actually channeled into pure basketball energy which is placed inside the rings. In the wrong hands those rings could…
MICHAEL JORDAN: They could wipe out a whole planet…
AGENT: Right. In the past, noble teams have prevented the rings from falling into the wrong hands. But David Stern wants to change that. He’s using all his power to get those rings to the highest bidder on the black market. And that means…
MICHAEL JORDAN: He’s trying to get the rings to the North Koreans.
AGENT: And that’s why you’ve got to stop them. Right now, Lebron is on a warpath to the NBA Championship. He’s been playing like no on the Earth has ever witnessed. There isn’t anyone out there who can stop Lebron but you…
LEBRON JAMES STANDS SMILING, WAVING, AND SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AT AN AUDIENCE MEET AND GREET. TIMMY, A KID ABOUT 11 YEARS OLD WALKS UP TO LEBRON AND ASKS FOR AN AUTOGRAPH WITH HIS DAD.
TIMMY: Mister Lebron!! Mister Lebron!! Sign this please!
TIMMY HOLDS OUT A PICTURE
LEBRON: Sure kid, what’s your name?
TIMMY: Timmy sir. You are my favorite player ever! I wanna be just like you.
LEBRON: Oh, thanks Timmy. You know, with plenty of hard work, one day you too can be a great NBA player.
LEBRON: Sure! Just work hard, every day. Stay determined, mind your P’s and Q’s, stay in school, and be good to your parents. Keep playing Timmy!
TIMMY STANDS IN AWE AS LEBRON HANDS HIM HIS AUTOGRAPHS. TIMMY GOES AND LOOKS AT THEM WITH HIS DAD.
LEBRON’S PR PERSON: Alright guys! 2:30PM, Lebron’s got a lot of work to do to get back on that court. Sorry, but that will be all the autographs for today.
KIDS GO AWWWW. LEBRON AND HIS POSSE WALK AWAY
TIMMY: Gee dad, isn’t Lebron James just the greatest?? Wow, he is so cool.
TIMMY’S DAD: Yeah son. You know he’s right about hard work.
SUDDENLY TIMMY NOTICES ONE OF THE PICTURES IS MISSING AN AUTOGRAPH
TIMMY: Oh No! I forgot to get an autograph for Gary! DAD!! What am I gonna do?? Gary is going to be so disappointed.
DAD THINKS A WHILE. HE GLIMPSES LEBRON AND HIS CREW WALKING TOWARDS THE BUSSES.
DAD: You know, Lebron is headed out to those busses. If you hurry, you might just be able to catch him!
TIMMY LOOKS AND SEES LEBRON. KNOWING THE URGENCY OF THE SITUATION, TIMMY LOOKS BACK AT HIS DAD, WHO NODS IN APPROVAL. TIMMY RUNS AS FAST AS HE CAN TO CATCH LEBRON. HE SNEAKS PAST THE BODYGUARDS AND THE POSSE, WHO DON’T NOTICE THE SHORT KID BUMPING PAST THEM.
TIMMY: Lebron!! Lebron!! You forgot to sign something for me!!
LEBRON SLOWLY TURNS AROUND
SUDDENLY LEBRON’S BODYGUARDS TACKLE TIMMY TO THE GROUND. THEY BURY TIMMY’S HEAD DEEP INTO THE CEMENT. TIMMY IS TOO FAR FOR HIS DAD TO SEE.
Lebron: How the heck did you let this little vermin get near me!? What kind of bodyguards are you?? Terry, I want you to fire all these guys and get me a new set of guards. This is ridiculous!
TIMMY IS CONFUSED. HE LOOKS UP AT LEBRON.
TIMMY: Lebron! I wasn’t trying to do anything bad! I just want an autograph.
LEBRON LOOKS AT TIMMY FOR A FEW SECONDS
LEBRON: Look you little punk! The Meet and Greet ended at 2:30. I don’t have time to hang out with commoners all day. I’m the greatest basketball player on the face of the planet. Don’t you think I have better things to do? Take your dunkin’ pictures and buzz off!
LEBRON WALKS INTO THE BUS AS TIMMY CRIES.
LEBRON: The nerve of these people. Terry, I’m sick of these dunkin’ meet and greets.
TERRY PR GUY: Lebron, you know how these enhance your image. At a time like this, when the whole world hangs in the balance, we have to make your image better.
LEBRON: Yeah, yeah, whatever…
LEBRON TURNS ON THE MONITOR. THE MONITOR TURNS ON AND DAVID STERN IS ON THE SCREEN.
DAVID STERN: Lebron.. is everything going to plan??
LEBRON: Yes Mr. Stern. As of now, it looks like no one will stand in our way…
DAVID STERN: Lebron. That’s not how I see things. You missed all your free throws in the clutch last night. You’re playing like a chump. Keep playing like this and we aren’t going to get that ring. We’re doing all we can to make sure fouls are going your way, and you still aren’t getting it done! You can’t let the other teams get that ring or else we’re finished!! Do you hear me!!!!??
LEBRON: Yes. Mr Stern…
DAVID STERN: Lebron. This is serious business and I won’t fail this time like the previous years. We’ve got him on the other line and he wants to talk to you personally.
LEBRON: What??! But!
SUDDENLY THE SCREEN TURNS INTO A SPLIT SCREEN. A SHADOW APPEARS. AS THE SHADOW WALKS CLOSER, THE FAMILIAR SINISTER FACE OF KIM JONG IL SHOWS UP ON THE OTHER SCREEN.
KIM JONG IL IN A THICK ACCENT: Lebron… You do not fail us again Lebron. This last time we deal with you if you do… We have saying in North Korea…The one who fails great leader will be like fat American in our land.
LEBRON: (pause) What does that mean??
KIM JON IL: You will find out Lebron… If you don’t GET ME THAT RING!!!!
MICHAEL JORDAN SITS IN A PRESS CONFERENCE. THE YEAR IS 1999. CAMERAS ARE FLASHING. PRESS IS SHUFFLING NERVOUSLY.
MICHAEL JORDAN: And that’s why I am announcing my retirement from the NBA. I’ve done just about accomplished everything I can think of… both on the court and off.
CAMERAS FLASH. PEOPLE GASP.
NARRATOR: Or so that’s how we think it went down… Michael Jordan retires, comes back for a brief mediocre stint with the Wizards, buys a lowly Charlotte Bobcats team. Becomes a fat cat…
NARRATOR REVEALED TO BE THE AGENT, STANDING IN FRONT OF A SCREEN BRIEFING MICHAEL JORDAN IN THE PRESENT.
AGENT: But that wasn’t Michael Jordan playing with the Wizards. And that wasn’t MJ at the head of the Bobcats organization…
MICHAEL JORDAN: Right. It seems my successor made a bad name for me. I worked so hard to create the greatest legacy ever in the history of professional sports, only for it to be undone…
AGENT: Mr. Jordan. Our cloning technology was only in its infancy stages back then. The Jordan clone is the best the United States Government could do at the time. Needless to say, there were a few… complications.
JORDAN LOOKS PISSED
AGENT: Cloning the greatest basketball player to ever live was easier said then done. As you know, we had cloned the entire 1992 Dream Team. The rest of your Dream Team teammates remain in cryostasis. The President has deemed it to risky to awaken them all at once. Mr. Jordan, you are our only hope.
MICHAEL JORDAN: Tell me what needs to be done.
THE CIA AGENT walks across the room and turns on a screen, showing events of the last 14 years.
AGENT: Mr Jordan, the world has changed in the last 14 years. We have a new enemy.
MICHAEL JORDAN: The Russians?
AGENT: No. Michael. Getting you caught up to speed is going to take a while…
DEEP IN AN UNDERGROUND LAB. A ROOM SURROUNDED BY TECHNO GADGETS AND SCIENTIFIC WIZARDRY. A HIGH TECH METAL COFFIN-LIKE STRUCTURE SITS IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROOM, SURROUNDED BY A NURSE BABE, REALLY IMPORTANT LOOKING SCIENTIST, AND A CIA AGENT
SCIENTIST: Bio Levels?
SCIENTIST: Heart Rate, Cryo-monitors?
NURSE: Both ready. Bio levels are at 83, 132, and 15 degrees at a tolerance of 30 Units. Pressurization Destabilized.
SCIENTIST: Excellent. Begin the Cryostasis Exhaust.
SMOKE FILLS THE ROOM. LIQUID RUNS THROUGH TUBES. A SHADOW APPEARS IN THE COFFIN.
MICHAEL JORDAN AWAKES from Cryostasis
CIA AGENT: Pleasant sleep, Mr. Jordan?
MICHAEL JORDAN SEEMS DAZED: Where am I? What’s going on…
CIA AGENT: Mr. Jordan, you have just been awakened from your cryostasis. The United States Government has commenced Project CODENAME: FREEDOM DUNK. Welcome to the year 2012…
THEY RETURN, Issue 1