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 |  Subject: My Preparation For The Weeks To Come pt.3  Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:25 pm | |
| Sho' No Mercy sat down with Beyond The Mat wrestling reporter Billy Goodrich on Tuesday, for an interview. SNM is set to face James Shark at Spring Fling, but that's not all that was on his mind that day. During the interview SNM touched up on his contribution the the Insurgency Wrestling Federation, and how he has felt that it has been portrayed wrong, or for a more simple term, failed. In this interview BTM goes into the mind of the IWF Sho' No Mercy.
BTM Interviewer Billy Goodrich: SNM, it's great to finally sit down and interview you. I'm sorry about your tough loss to Corey Casey this week, but your next match will be for the IWF World Championship, so I'm sure you're excited about that?
Sho' No Mercy: Well, first let's back up a minute?? I'm not tryin' to get into the IWF World Championship discussion right yet. Let's retrack the statement you jus' made, and let's go back to my loss this week wit' Corey Casey. Yeah, I lost... I won't make an' excuse for it, but I won't give that motha' fucka any respect either. You see there is a lot behind this. Everyone thinks you jus' lace up a pair of boots or something an' you wrestle. There's a lot more too it, an' much like the music industry, movie industry, or any type of entertainment industry... there are guidelines.
Sho' No Mercy: Now, don't get me wrong... In the IWF, we go hard! We aren't the World Wrestling Entertainment, an' we damn sure don't fake wrestle an' put on a show. We really get it in, to us it's not sports entertainment... it's a blood sport! Shit, but... we gotta' follow some guidelines tho'. Now, I'm bout to expose this IWF organization right quick, because for the past couple weeks- they've been tryin' to shit on Sho' No! All da' IWF superstars in the back jus' let shit slide, but I ain't gonna' do it!
Sho' No Mercy: You see, all though we really wrestle, we are told to behave a certian type ov' way just for ratings. When it comes to SNM, well, lately... I feel, they've been makin' me play the bitch? Shit, I ain't no fake ass motha' fucka! Now, they got me fightin' Sharky for the Championship... Dat punk ass is fake! Still, the past couple weeks they make me go out there. They say Sho', use a cheat to win mentality. Then they say Sho, pull a bitch move an' run from Shark a lil' bit? Rick Christian, slavery is over motha' fucka, and I ain't playin' you're do this for ratings plot anymore.
Sho' No Mercy: This is because, in da' past couple weeks Rick Christian an' da IWF have thrown me off track. If they never told me use cheat to win tactics, them Brass Knuckles wouldda' never been in the fuckin' ring, an' the ref would not have been knocked out. I guess I had a ol' James Shark house nigga moment for listenin' to the IWF.That ain't gonna' happen anymore. This is basically my statement to my company. Fuck what you say, an' fuck the bullshit! I ain't runnin' from motha' fuckas to make myself look bad, because my pride is too important. You want me to cheat to win? I ain't playin' that no more... I love to use weapons. That's the purpose of a No Disqualification match. I'm not gonna' say I lost because I followed the way the IWF has told me to behave for ratings. I am gonna' say the match wouldda been differant!
BTM Interviewer Billy Goodrich: Sho', I really don't know what to say? You are basically slandering your wrestling organization? Do you mean to tell me you think some IWF wrestlers would be better off and have more success then others if there was no type of ratings schemes to follow?
Sho' No Mercy: Hell yeah, I'm sayin' that! Moving forward to James Shark, because he factioned with someone like Corey Casey... the anorexic bastard gets a push, an' he wins a World Championship that don't even rightfully belong to him. I'm not slanderin' I'm keepin' it real. What da' fuck they gonna' do fire me? Corey Casey is one of the last men standing from the beginning, so what goes on with him? The fans dick ride him, an' the IWF dick rides him. The only reason I'm even facin' James Shark is cause the IWF wants to see an nigga' beat another nigga's ass! Otherwise, they'd probably have already set Corey Casey an' James Shark at Spring Fling. That was probably their idea? That was until Rick Christian said 'Oh shit, there's another africian-american in the IWF. Let's show the world why the negro community is fucked up, an let's have these two niggas fight! People like Steel Angel... the man fought Corey Casey at Nowhere To Run in the double cage. Still, he's gotta win a fuckin' breifcase to get a shot. He should be fighting Robbie Hart! Don't gotta' jock em', I jus' got it tell it how it is.
BTM Interviewer Billy Goodrich: So, I guess we know where 'corporate thuggin' stands on his thoughts with IWF higher powers??
Sho' No Mercy: Yeah, IWF higher powers... go to hell, whateva' ... fuck em'! This is explicit, you don't like it don't read the fuckin' article!
BTM Interviewer Billy Goodrich: Now, it seems everyone in the IWF is either furious or suprised that you slept with Serai Leone? How do you feel about that?
Sho' No Mercy: Ok, the whole thing wit' Serai'? Serai Leone looks good, an' the woman is sexy... we know dis'. I will say one thing for Sean Libby. Sean, you're lucky I ain't a jealous fuck like James Shark! From the looks of things, it would look like you're tryin' to make moves on Serai? I don't mind, because like I said... da bitch is sexy! There is one thing though, you an' Serai? Come on, to her, you're like a shoppin' buddy!! You're sadly like... One of the girls!!
Sho' No Mercy: Now, people are jealous.. or they're suprised? Sharky, well dat' nigga? Let's face it we know he's jealous! He probably cries over da' fact that Sho'No bent Serai over an' palmed that phat ass?
Sho' No Mercy: Me an' Serai though, we won't work like that to keep it honest! Ya' know we had our benifits for the sake of team win! The thing is though, it was more to get James Shark's attention. The plan worked out, but people don't gotta' be jealous, because Serai is her own person, an' Sho'No is his own nigga'! That's the story an' that's the scoop!
BTM Interviewer Billy Goodrich: Now, for the last question... finally. How do you feel about facing Jame's Shark now that you are just a week away from Spring Fling? Also, this match is not just any particular match. It is a match that you challanged him too. This is a match that you thought of, so one would thing that you are the favored in this match?
Sho' No Mercy: It would seem like that, but it ain't at all like dat'. Honestly I can't be the favored to a match that I, myself, haven't been in yet. I jus' figured that James Shark looked like the typpa' lame ass who had a lotta' problems in school. I figured this would bring back some haunting memories.
Sho' No Mercy: As for me creating the match? I really don't know what da' fuck I was thinkin'. All I know is that I lit up a fat ass blunt of that California Kush one night, an' after takin' a few pulls... I was zonin'!! While zonin', I thought why not up the anty? I thought long an' hard too... somethin' dat' nigga is incapable of! I thought, should I whoop Shark's ass in a cage match? Then I thought nah... Corey Casey an' Steel Angel they jus' went through hell in one, an' shit, I had just had one myself. Scratch the cage match!! Now, how about if I fought James Shark in a ladder match. Really, I kinda' liked this idea, but I felt it was too plain! I wanna' fuck James Shark up, an' a ladder match ain't gonna' be the match to fuck em' up in! So, as much as I liked the idea of a ladder match, I had to dead that idea as well! Now, after a few matches played in my head, I thought... a wrestlin' ring is only what you can make ov' it. Nothin' more- nothin' less. With that, I felt that we needed to do dis' in a place where we could let go. We needed to this in a place wit' no IWF management. A place where there would be no "Moment too late" IWF security! Along with that, we needed a place where anything could happen.
Sho' No Mercy: So, as I sat... blazed, an' dazed, it hit me! Since I'ma school James Sharks ass at Spring Fling, I might ass well take his ass back to school? An' while I'm on dat' note, I might as well show him how much of a bully I can be, an' take him back to dem days when dem' snotty nosed white kids used to shake him down and take his money! Sharky, beleive one thing, I'm gonna use every thing I can get my hands on in that High School Hell match! I'ma shoot staples right in that bald dome ov' yours!! It's a big enough target, so ain't no way in hell I could miss. I'm gonna smash you into black-boards, I'm gonna' dive off gym bleachers, I'm gonna crack your skull across every fuckin' locker in that school! I'm gonna' go straight down the line in that hallway... CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK, CLANK!!
Sho' No Mercy: Then, I'm gonna do you one betta' then that. See, after I drop ya' ass to the point where you don't want it anymore? After I take you're fuckin' championship belt, an' stand over you like I did at Battlegrounds, I'm gonna' leave you in that school to die!! Then I'm gonna' take gasoline, an' matches... I'ma set dat son bitch on fire, an' watch ya' ass swag out in the flames of hell! After the interview was conducted, SNM seemed to look like he had lifted a weight off of his shoulders, and this is true. There are a lot of superstars in the world of wrestling, who will settle for less. There's a lot of wrestling superstars who I'm sure have been potrayed differant then they had hoped. However, SNM seems like he holds wrestling deep to his heart, and judging from things, it looks like if he's going to continue his career in wrestling, he would much rather do it his own way.
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Wednesday Night: SNM's House in the Hollywood Hills
========== "Shit, that looks like a picture of James Shark when he was jus' a small child!"Sho' No Mercy is loungin on the couch in his house in the Hollywood Hills watching South Park on the flatscreen. It's just days from Spring Fling, and it really doesn't look like SNM has given much thought to the main event match between himself an' James Shark. With a fat blunt of California Kush in his mouth, an' no shirt, a pair of pajama bottoms on, and a pair of flip-flops, he looks rather calm. The smoke lifts off of the lit blunt lighting up the cherry as Sho' No Mercy inhales the 'izm. He pulls the blunt from his mouth, and slowly opens his mouth. A thick smoke cloud lingers out of his mouth slowly, as he breathes in through his nose, causing the smoke to rise up into his nostrils. SNM then blows the smoke out filling the living room with a faint gloss of smoke, reflecting through the lighting off of the flatscreen and the dimmed lights throughout the living room. SNM is just about to take another pull off of the chronic, when a knock comes at the door to his house. SNM looks around the living room with a weird expression on his face. He wasn't expecting company, so who the hell could be knocking at SNM's door? SNM sits for a moment laying the blunt into the ashtray.
Again... BANG BANG BANG... Another knock on the door to SNM's house in the Hollywood Hills. SNM grabs the remote from his lap, and presses the pause button on the pre-recording. The knock comes a third time. Sho' No sits up, and grabs his white t shirt up from off the bar stool, and then lifts it above his head, and arm by arm, puts them in the sleeves to his t-shirt."Ay yo, gimme a minute!"SNM picks up the Febreeze off of the cabinet by the couch, and begins to swipe his hand in the air as he sprays the living room. Then he undims one of the lights in the living room, and makes his way to the door. As SNM makes his way to the door, the door is forcefully opened, and SNM's crazy cousin Lamar comes charging into the house."Sho' you gotta fuckin' hide me, cuz!!"SNM awkwardly looks around his house as Lamar goes to close the door. SNM raises his eyebrow, and gives a confused look to Lamar. Then he points at the door as Lamar closes the door."Uhhh... Lamar, my fuckin' door, brah!!"Lamar looks over at the door, and notices that upon his forced entry into Sho' No's house, he had split a portion of the frame to the front door. The door closes, but it is now unlockable."Oh shit, no... she's gonna' get in here!!"
"Nigga... who?"
"That ol' linebacker lookin' bitch I was hittin' on at the bar cause I was drunk that one night! She caught me givin' the dick to her moms. She's crazy, she comin' after me with some typpa' hatchet or somethin'?"SNM looks at his cousin, and then shakes his head in disappointment."Brah, you're buggin'... don't bring her to my house!!"Just as he says that, the door to SNM's house comes flying open. In comes a beastly looking black woman, and sure enough, a hatchet is gripped tightly in her hand."Nigga... come here, I'm gonna' cut that thing off!!"
"Oh, no the fuck you ain't.""Lamar jumps over SNM's couch and dashes into the hallway a few steps, holding his jeans up that are almost falling off of his ass. The beastly looking woman with the hatchet goes to take another step. SNM puts his arm up blocking her path."Ay yo, Baby D!"The woman with the hatchet gets offended, and lifts her hand as if she's going to reign the hatchet down on Sho'No Mercy's head. SNM grabs her wrist and holds it."Amityville Horror ain't goin down in my house!"The lady with the hatchet lowers the hatchet, and looks at SNM."Now... what you need to go away? I got fruit snacks, Oreos, some left over KFC? I know you want that snack box, girl?The woman raises the hatchet once more, and takes a swing at SNM."Motha fucka!"SNM ducks out of the way and rolls behind the couch. The woman gives chase through the hallway where Lamar took off. You can hear Lamar yell from the back bedroom."I told you, dis bitch is crazy Shon'!!"The sound of things being a knocked over in a struggle is heard in the bedroom, and once again Lamar comes charging through the hallway. The woman with the hatchet comes rushing out behind Lamar."Keep Precious away from me!"Nigga, I hate hittin' females that's your problem. If James Shark wasn't such a fake fuck, maybe we'd be cool, an' I couldda' called him. That motha' fucka' loves to beat him some women!"Lamar slides over the island in the kitchen, and opens up one of the drawers by the sink. He pulls out a large butcher knife, and hold it up in defense."Backdafuccup!"The woman insted charges toward Lamar and swings the hatchet. Lamar ducks out of the way and runs over by SNM. He ducks behind SNM and holds Sho'No's shoulders almost using SNM as a sheild. SNM bites his lip as the woman moves closer."Fuck this!!"SNM cocks back his fist and blasts the woman right in her nose, causing a loud crack sound. The woman stumbles back and drops the hatchet. She holds her nose as blood runs out in between her fingers, and down the front of her hands. Her eyes begin to tear as she drops to one knee, and in a whimpering voice she speaks."You fucking hit me!! I'm a female!! I'm calling the cops!""Bitch, you ain't callin' no cops. You tried to chop my cousins cock off with a hatchet! I had no choice but to split ya' shit. Lamar... escort ya' mastodon outta' my house. Don't ever bring no crazy ass shit like this to my crib. Now I gotta clean up the blood from my carpet."What da fuck am I suppose to do wit' her?""How da fuck should I know. Put her ass out by the curb?Lamar walks over to the crazy black woman, and tries to lift her. You can hear light whimpering sobs coming from the woman, and then she blacks out. Lamar lifts up, but the woman won't budge."Damn, dis' hefer is fuckin' heavy!!"
"Are you a fuckin' idiot cuz? Drag that fat bitch outta' my house."Lamar grabs the stocky woman by both arms. He begins to slowly drag her across the carpet as SNM shakes his head in disappointment, and sits back down on the couch. Lamar drags the woman out the door bumping her head off the drop from the door to the porch as he exits SNM's house. SNM looks at the glass table in front of the couch, and reaches for the half of blunt that was left in the ashtray. He picks it up, and reaches into his pajama pants pocket for a lighter. He lights the half of blunt up, and continues his smoke session that he was previously interrupted from by all the madness. Lamar comes walking back in with a slight limp. He then sits on the other end of the couch."Damn, that bitch made me pull my back out.""Lamar, you are a weak ass! Here, take dis' an' get high!"SNM extends his arm outward passing the blunt of Kush to Lamar. Lamar takes a pull from the blunt, and begins to talk as he releases the smoke."Man, when you hit ol' girl, it almost looked like when Shark punched Sno'Bunny in her shit!"
"Nigga!"SNM snatches the blunt out of Lamar's hand and looks at him sideways."Don't compare James Shark to me, or you won't be smokin' for free! Him an' I, we ain't nothin' alike. I hit that bitch cause I had too. It was a matter of life or death. Shark... he's just a straight woman beater. It helps boost his ego, cause he knows he ain't a real nigga. Plus, cous'o, keep it real, do I look like... THAT??SNM points to the flatscreen.
The cousins both have a a laugh as SNM passes the blunt back to Lamar. Lamar shoots a despiration stare at SNM and speaks."Yo Shon', you think I could stay here for a few days? Dat' bitch probably gonna' come to and call the cops. Either that or she's gonna' try to get her five brothers to come up here from Brooklyn?""I guess brah, but... if James Shark came from Brooklyn, an' he's suppose to be the best that Brooklyn has to offer, then these dudes really must be some fuckin' lame asses? I ain't gonna' be hear though, I'm headin' back to New York for a couple days. There's just a couple things I have to do. After that I'm flyin' right to the Pay-Per-View! Do me a favor though... If i'm gonna' let you lounge here for a few days. I want you to get ya' ass up, straighten up this mess you brought to my house, and fix the damn door."Coo', but uhhh... What are we gonna' do about the door right now?"Once again, SNM looks at his cousin funny."Wedge a chair under the door knob of something?? Act like you ain't from the hood? You should know this??"
"I'm about to go rest my head... you already know the deal..."SNM gets up from the couch and begins to walk out of the living room. Before he enters the hallway, he is stopped by a question from Lamar."Ay Shon'?"
"Do you feel bad about punchin' that bitch in the face???"SNM looks back at Lamar and thinks for a moment. He stares at the floor for a moment before lifting his head to look at his cousin."... Not really ..."==========
Thursday afternoon: New York City Subway Station
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The brakes on the New York City subway carts screech to a stop in the dimly lit, graffiti'd up subway station. The Subway carts come to a halt. The Subway cart doors unlock and slide open. The loading dock to the subway station is jampacked due to afternoon NYC commutes. Sho'No Mercy hops off of the Subway cart, and makes his way through the mob of people to the street stairwell. After reaching the street, Sho' No looks both ways, and waits for a tiny gap in the slow moving traffic. SNM crosses the street, and begins to walk down a small alleyway. SNM exits the alley way, and once again crosses another street. He enters into a graveyard, and walks through a few lanes cautiously, reading names on headstones. SNM gets to a headstone, and then stops. He begins to kneel down, and wipe the tiny bit of debris away from the headstone. The name ingraved on the headstone is Sandi Mercey, SNM's mother who was shot in a corner store robbery when SNM was a young boy.
SNM hasn't been back to New York City since his mother died. In fact this is first time he's been to her grave... ever. SNM leans over by his mothers tombstone, and then begins to talk.
"It's been a long time, ma!"
"Ya know, growin' up... I know you did what you could for me. I know it wasn't easy bein' a single mother. My father, well, FUCK EM... I neva' had one, you were my mother and father. I just wish we wouldda' had more time. I wish you had the chance to see how ya' sons gettin' along?"
"I mean, I know you watch down on me, I jus' wish you were here in the physical. I know you would be proud of me, because you always were. Even though I was a lil' hard headed, you always saw somethin' in me. I admit, I still got them anger issues. I plan to resolve em' though."
"I'm this close to livin' out the dream. I'm fightin' for the IWF World Championship. James Shark can't stop my ambition, and I plan to let all my anger out on him in this High School Hell match. I jus' had to comeI see you, because I know you're up there... an' you can hear me. I need you to watch over me, because the other night I broke a bitches face all up. I feel like when I go into this match, I'm not just goin in to win. I'm gonna' have to go in to survive. This is life or death to me, an' I know if I snap... I'm gonna' kill James Shark!!"
"Now, I hate the motha' fucka, but I don't wanna' kill em'! I wanna fuck em up, and put him in the hospital. Kill him, though? Shit, the way the IWF is, right after the match they would have the KKK out there to give the 'nigger' a proper lynchin'? See, James Shark might be black, but he's a race traitor. Me, they don't care about me... all they see is a black man that's gonna' be a problem if he wins the title!
"An' that might be true, because I already know I'm a lil' wild. In fact, I was thinkin' after I won this championship, I was gonna take the title, an' have the gold melted down into a chain?? I was gonna' get it in dedication to you... Shit, the strap, I would probably jus' use that to choke the shit outta my next opponent?"
"I miss you everyday, mom. Please, watch over me... make sure I don't kill this boy? This is for me, this is for you, this is for... us!! I'm gonna' put the Mercey name on the line! I'm gonna' put the Mercey name on the map. See, IWF doesn't have a proper champion. It's about time that I give em' one. With James Shark runnin' the show, well, the IWF will go to shit! This is the type of shit that I have to go through. Hell, it's almost like a clensing process. I gotta' break down the bullshit in the IWF an' I gotta' take care of it."SNM rubs the tips of his fingers across his mothers tombstone.
"An' beleive me, mama! Ya baby boy, he will definatly take care of it. That's jus' one thing that you can count on!!"SNM brings himself back to his feet, glancing at his mothers gravestone once more. He then grabs tightly at his chest, and lifts something, revealing black onyx prayer beads. He lifts the prayer beads over his neck, and takes them off. SNM drapes them over the top of his mothers headstone, and then drops his head for a short prayer. SNM then begins to walk through the grassy cemetary field, back out into the crowded NYC streets. ==========
Friday- 2:20 AM Flight To Hawaii
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"2:20 flight to Hawaii boarding now..."
The voice comes across the speaker system in a New York City airport. SNM is walking through the tunnel to board the airplane after getting his ticket checked. SNM boards the plane, and begins to walk through the narrow first-class isle. People are packing their luggage in the storage spaces above head. The flight team begins to go through their whole saftey routine speech, as SNM lazily rests his body in the first-class airplane seat. SNM closes his eyes and leans his head against th back of the seat. With everything he has been doing this past week SNM hadn't even called Serai to wish her lucky in her Micro-bikini on the beach match. However, SNM was off to Hawaii where he awaited a chance to capture the IWF Championship. He had almost nodded off when a stuwardist passes by, an accidently brushes up against SNM while talking to the woman a seat up from Sho' No. SNM looks up, and taps the stewartists waist."Ay, you think I could get a glass an' two shots of Hennessy?"
The stewartist nods as she walks back through the isle. SNM begins to rest his eyes again, before a catches a glimpse of the most beautifulist thing he's ever seen in this world, as closing his eyes. This causes SNM to open his eyes wide. SNM stares at the woman on the plane in front of him. He couldn't help but say something."Ay, how you doin? My names Shon', what's yours?"
The woman looks back at SNM neviously, and then speaks."Emily"She then turns back around."What? Are you scared of black people?"The woman then lets out a smirk, and looks back at him."No!"Oh, well... I was tryin' to talk to you. I jus' wanna let you know, I ain't never seen a woman more exotic then you? I don't mean exotic like foreign... I mean unique.""Oh yea... how so?""Well, ya' got your own lil' swag goin' for you! I ain't gonna' lie, it works too..."SNM then bites his bottom lip, raises his head a tiny bit, and begins to undress her in his mind."In fact, I think you're the sexiest thing I ever saw!"Emily lets off a blush through those pale cheeks. SNM smiles, and begins to get his mack on some more."So, tell me... what you goin' to Hawaii for? Ain't you afraid you're gonna' get burnt out there?""No... I'm going out there to see my friend. I haven't seen him in such a long time.SNM lowers his eyes and looks back up at Emily."Oh, ok... A friend? You mean an' old lover, huh?""No, just a friend... he's gay!""I see... Yea, I will be goin' out there to win!!"The woman looks at SNM funny."Win??""Yeah, I'm a wrestler. Our Pay-Per-View is out there, an' I'm comin' back with the world championship!""A wrestler? Like Jeff Hardy?""No, not like Jeff Hardy. That WWE an' TNA stuff is nothin'. I mean, don't get me wrong I hate the IWF too, but at least in the IWF we fight!""Well, you seem very confident Shon'?"SNM eyes her up once more."I gotta be! Confidence is the only thing I got! I don't get things handed to me like some people in my business. Matta' fact, this guy I'm fightin' for the title? What a busta'! He only has the championship because someone resigned with the championship, an' then he beat some lame asses! Basically it was like a hand me down!
"I'll tell you though, I am confident. Jus' like how confident I am that you will come stay wit' me at my hotel tonight, shawdy?"The woman smirks seeing the persistance in SNM."Oh yeah, you're that confident... are you? Sorry, but I can't... even if I did want too?"SNM nods his head up and down with a big smirk across his face."Well, as long as you put it like that, then I still feel confident. Maybe you'll change you're mind. We still have a long flight ahead of us!Emily nods, and then tuns back around in her seat. SNM goes to rest his eyes once more. A few moments later, Emily speaks again."You ever join the "Mile High Club"?"SNM opens his eyes, and lets out a small laugh at this comment. He then licks his lips."Yea, an' you?""No... I was just asking."The woman gives SNM a glace, and then turns back around in her seat again. SNM looks around the plane, and then yawns. A few moments later Emily talks once more."I think I need to use the bathroom!!"SNM's eyes almost buldge out of his head. Emily gets up, and walks past SNM brushing up against his leg as she passes. His head follows her as she walks past him. Emily walks a few steps and glances back at him with a smirk on her face."Let's get it, ahah'!"==========
1 Hour Before Spring Fling
==========As the arena lights are dimming, a loud cheer echos the IWF arena in Hawaii from the fans who made it early to Spring Fling to see the 1 hr pre-show of dark matches. The titan tron turns on, and you heard the comotion of movement through a dark hallway. A flashlight comes on through the dim room that is only reflected by exit signs, street lights, and the moonlight. You begin to make out as the person with the flashlight moves closer that it is SNM. You then realise that he is walking down the hallway in the abandoned highschool where the IWF championship match will be held. SNM reaches down and picks something up off or the messy floor. He then begins to slide it across the lockerbanks in the hallway. CLANK-CLANK-CLANK... beating off each locker handle with a slow rhythem. SNM walks closer and closer... and closer... SNM is now directly face first with the camera. SNM has the look of hatred in his eyes, and an expression of anger grows from the grin across his face. Then he chucks the object, which you come to find out was a broken peice of a 2x4 behind him. SNM snurls for a breif second, breathing heavily. "Tonight, this is my night! Like I said, I ain't gonna' let no NAW NIGGA steal my shine. Sharky, tonight you don't have a tag team partner. Tonight you don't have Robbie Hart by ya' side. Hell, you never had Serai or Corey Casey by your side! Most of all tonight you don't have the IWF ring in your favor. You could say that you beat Sho' No, all because I lost that tag match. You ain't pin me though, an' tonight you're gonna' step into my environment!
"See, I adapt to survive. That's why I know you're a fake nigga' when I look at you. Tonight you can bring ya' anorexic ass bird-chest, an' bring ya' so called "Hands". That shit ain't gonna' matter, because here... in this place..."SNM extends his arms, and motions around the hallway, as a sense of embracement."Here motha' fucka... you can't win! Tonight, I'ma smash you through windows, I'm gonna crack ya bald head open with weights. Shit, I'm gonna' use anything possible to make this match feel like an' euology of hell! This is gonna' be the match you look back on, if you survive, an' you're gonna wish it never happened. This is a loss that you're gonna' have to eat brah, because SNM ain't losing anymore! I've come to far to be stopped by a ninty pound faggot, who claims his dick is twelve inches."
"Now, let me clear a lil something else up. James Shark comes along wit' his bullshit, tryin' to fulfill his fantasy of seein' Sho' No fuck a fat bitch because he can't see me fuck Serai. Shark, we know you is a chubby chaser, but SNM ain't!
"An you're right... bitch boy, this all came from you bein' a house nigga! Da real is you wanted to team wit' a nigga like me. You were on my dick when I came to the IWF, but at the same time you knew you couldn't fuck wit' me. I'm lift ya' skirt tonight, an' I'm gonna' show da' world the truth."
"You see, this is fun an' games to you brah. To me this is more then that. Now you can be the class clown, an' approach the fight this way. Shit, I might not have even trained. Me, I'm gonna' take the personal approach tonight. When me an' you square up one on one, I ain't here to be funny. I'm here tonight to fuck you up!"SNM backs away from the camera, and leans against the lockers back first. He looks up at the camera, and then proceeds to give his thoughts on the Highschool Hell match."Now, I ain't gonna' deny you that I've been in a bit of a losing streak. Your tag match was a gimme'. You never pinned me, but I ain't gonna' argue about that, because that's what bitches do! If I argued about it, I would in deed be... James Shark!! Corey Casey, well.. yeah, he won! As a matter of fact da' nigga must have dropped you on ya head a lil' too hard the week before? I mean, for you to even make a statement about my match wit' Corey Casey shows your despiration. But... Nigga?? Ain't you lose to Corey Casey the week before? Hold up, let me backtrack that too? Had the title been on the line, you wouldda shown to be a paper champion, as I said! You beat Steel tho?
"Not impressed on that one 'maaa duuuuu'? I'm not takin' away from Steel, but who hits like the bitch? If I recall, Steel got up from ya lil' power hook!! Tonight, there ain't gonna' be no 'Swag Outs', no bobbin' an' weavin', an' no BITCHASSNESS!! Tonight, it's all about Homicides an' Endings!!""You better be ready, cause all the small talk from Anna Stone ain't gonna' cut it! I'm a motha' fuckin' man, an' I handle my shit like a man! I don't hide behind no skits or no bitches like you, Shark! I damn sure don't wear no mask. What ya' see is what ya get. That's why the IWF doesn't like me, because they know that if I win that belt around your waste... The IWF will never be the same. At least with you, it might give them a bad image, but they can control you."
"Say it's not true, an' say you're not a bitch nigga'? To keep it honest, you can't say it, because the first night I came to IWF you were Casey's lil' lap dog. Ridin' dick just like you're known to do. The whole fact is, there is no way you're walkin' away from this one. I'm ready for the moment, an' I need to feed my hunger. I'm thristy for this, I'm ready to be called champion!"
"We're gonna' see who has the last laugh? You like to kiss-ass, then pucker da' fuck up! Tonight, you get to face the reality. You're gonna' understand what it's like to be me, an' you're gonna' see exactly why you try to be me."
"An' with that... it's curtians for you. IWF corporate office, make way for the bad guy, because Sho'No is takin' that title! Once I'm done rippin' this fuck boy apart, I'm gonna' go fuck Serai again, with the championship belt around my shoulder! Put ya' money on that!! Straight like this... from knockin' yetti lookin' bitches, to pipin' pale gothic chicks on planes... SNM has nothing more to say to you. All that's left now, is to take ya' fuckin' belt!"Titontron fades to black as the lights undim around the IWF arena. |
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