NOTE: Hi there! I’ve always wondered how a wedding with a different theme (Rock or Rap, for example) would turn out. So with the idea, I got to work on this, and this amazing story resulted. Hope you like it!
Ladies ‘n gentlemen, brothers and sisters
We’re gathered here today to celebrate a new vista
In the life of our homey and his soon-to-be wife
In holy matrimony, they gon’ be together for life
The GROOM stands up front, his face spread out in a smile
As He watches his BRIDE walking up the aisle.
It’s all he can do to keep his joy on the down low
He can’t help it no more; so away he goes:
From the day I first saw you, girl, my heart went pom-pom.
I just gotta tell you, baby, that you’re the bomb!
They got the models ‘n divas
They got the stars on TV,
But none of them come close
To your amazing beauty.
You are a precious jewel,
You’re the one I love.
You’re a gorgeous gift sent down from up above
It just blows my mind that you said “Yes” to me
Now I can hold you close to me for all eternity.
I used to think that love was something I knew
But that all changed from the very day that you came through
You show me what it means to live
You make me feel so free
That’s why I give myself to you for all…
For all eternity.
“Aw,” the congregation coos
In amazement at the PDA between these two.
The Pastor smiles, taking the time to don his specs
As he studies the programme for what comes up next.
Now we get to the part, according to custom
Where anyone against this marriage gets the chance to bust ‘em
So if you got a good reason, it’s time to holler
Speak now on this matter, or just forget it forever.
Heads turn, and all over, there are nervous chuckles
Of course no one’s that silly to take on the debacle
Of ruining this wedding. So, with a sigh of relief
The Pastor shrugs, since there clearly is no beef.
Suddenly the door slams open with a BANG!
In the doorway stands a big man with his gang.
Everyone knows this guy; he’s the kingpin
Of the ghetto’s underworld; he’s got the run on things.
Drug market, pimp hustles, they run on his list.
Gang boss, like a Mafioso … you get the gist.
So with a sinister grin, and a confident strut
He walks up the aisle slowly, and begins to taunt.
Anymore lovey-dovey, you guys’ll make me puke!
Getting married to this junkie? Man, this wedding’s a fluke!
Get a reality check, Mister! Have you got no clue
‘Bout the whore –yeah, I said it— gettin’ married to you?
What gives you the audacity to call my woman a whore?
In my presence? What’s your deal, man? Who do you think you are?
Donnie de V to the I to the L-L-E
That’s my name. Don’t wear it out. I’m that kind of G.
I’ve had a lot of time to get to know this piece o’ garbage
If you knew what’s good for you, you’d be watchin’ your language.
She’s a hack, a sick junkie. Was a part of my ring
Till she lost it, got busted, ended up in cling-cling.
And when she got out, I took her up. Made her clean.
Made her beautiful, I tell you. Made her up like a queen.
All the guys in the hood thought she was a looker.
So we cashed in on it. She became a hooker.
But she pulled a fast one
Held me up with a gun
Took my money, slipped town. She’s been on the run.
I reported to the cops, put out an APB
She’s been wanted by the po-po in every major city.
Got no idea where you found her, but you don’t know her like me.
Ask her if I’ve said the truth, and she just has to agree.
So you see, Mr. Goody, this girl ain’t your type.
She’s a fraud. She doesn’t deserve all this mushy hype.
Go get a proper college chic; from Harvard or Andover
‘Cause with this ghetto-trash, you’re history. Your reputation’s over!
Everyone stares at the BRIDE, and they see it’s true.
From her veiled head to the tips of her Gucci shoes
She’s trembling all over, eyes streaming with tears
Donnie de Ville has pulled the cork on all of her fears.
Did she really think that she would get away with this?
But the GROOM takes the floor. He’s not done with his.
I know ‘bout all this stuff. It’s not news to me.
But there’s something more I want y’all to come and see.
And before the congregation, he removes his wristbands
To show –(GASP!) We can see ‘em! He’s got holes in his hands!
This was the price that I had to pay.
To get my girl a clean slate. To take her crimes away.
Your thugs did a number on me. Left me for dead.
But that wasn’t the end. Through God, I resurrected.
Every price that she ever owed has been paid for
You’ve got no argument now, Mister. Not anymore.
If you wanna get to her, you’d have to go through me.
‘Cause you got nothin’ on her. Now she’s truly free.
For a moment, it appears De Ville is shocked.
But he shakes his head, clearly refusing to be knocked.
She may be out of my hands, but you’ve still got more.
‘Cause your girl knows that she’s still runnin’ from the law.
There’s nothing you can do to end this case.
So the deal with the nails was just a total waste.
But I’ve already done it all.
For every fine she’s gotta pay, I went and took the fall.
But … but, that’s not fair!
It’s not your call.
She deserves to rot in jail!
Her crime slate is null.
DE VILLE (flustered):
Well, I … I … you can’t do that
She’s mine! She’s a goner! She’s just a…
…a … a… You just can’t do that!
(Audience boos in the background)
You know that didn’t even flow.
You’ve overstayed your welcome here.
Looks like it’s time to go.
Now if you know what’s good for you
You’d be hittin’ the door.
Or I’d just call Security
To sweep you off the floor.
De Ville stares long and hard in hatred at the BRIDE
Who keeps her head down in shame; she won’t dare meet his eyes.
And with a final glance at the GROOM
He snaps his fingers at his gang, and bounces out the room
The congregation cheers in joy, now that De Ville is gone
Looks like the worst part of this wedding is finally done.
But the BRIDE is still shaking, whimpering, and crying
‘Cause they all know about her past now. She wishes she was dying.
Don’t cry, my dear. Don’t let ‘im get to you.
I can’t do this—
All that he said was true.
I can’t get married to you.
I’m just not good for you.
My past is filled with crime and scandal and more bad stuff, too.
If you got married to me, my past would ruin you.
And I don’t even know what De Ville’s gonna do to you.
I love you, my queen.
I died to make you free.
I live to give you a new life
I’ve paid your every fee.
Your past is over now
As if it never happened.
Don’t let it hold you back from me
My love can never be dampened.
Don’t worry ‘bout the Accuser
De Ville knows he’s a loser.
His day of judgment’s on the way
He’s got Hell’s primo visa.
He wants to keep you from believin’
That my love is real.
But all he’s good at is decievin’
Till he’s had his fill.
But Babe, I truly choose to love you,
No matter what I see.
Your past can’t keep me away from you
It’s just history.
You’re the one for me.
You’re the one I see.
Come, marry me and be with me for all eternity.
The BRIDE’s eyes are filled with tears, but now she can smile
And she just stares into his eyes for … well, a great big while.
There’s not a single dry eye in the building this day.
The Pastor clears his throat. It’s time to get this out of the way.
Do you mind if we continue?
GROOM (to BRIDE):
I love you.
BRIDE (to GROOM):
Uh … ‘scuse me. Can we … um … move on.
BRIDE (same time):
Do you, my brother, choose to marry this woman?
And do you, my sister, choose to marry this man?
To have and to hold, to love and to cherish
Forever and ever … you know the rest of the gist.
GROOM: I do.
BRIDE: I do.
PASTOR: Wotcha say?
GROOM AND BRIDE: I DO!
PASTOR: You do?
GROOM AND BRIDE: We do?
PASTOR: What they say?
CONGREGATION: THEY DO!
PASTOR: They do?
Sir, please … this has been a long day.
Oh, I’m sorry. I got a little carried away … excuse me.
(Clears his throat)
By the power that is vested in me
I declare you Man and Wife in holy matrimony.
So you may now, kiss your bride, yada yada yada.
You know the rest. That’s the end. See you at the after-dinner.
‘But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners. Christ died for us.
ROMANS 5:8 (NKJV)