Get Bitches , Get Money.

How do you go from being a romantic, kind, thoughtful, and caring nigga… to go back to being the baddest nigga on the planet? How do you just propose to a girl you loved and thought was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on… only to shake the bitches world up in just 24 hours, and make her feel like shit underneath your shoes?

Easy.

You just gotta remember who the fuck you are, and where you came from.




SCENE: Brooklyn NY
DATE: April 17th 1998
TIME: Unknown
WORDS: 2, 609 Words Without Coding
CAMERA: OFF
NOTE: This scene is from the past, set in 1998, when Shark was 11 years old.

Smoke all around the room, thugs all around the room, music blaring throughout the room. Throughout this room, there are thugs smoking joints, thugs sniffing crack, thugs counting paper, thugs drinking and doing all that good shit. Throughout the room there are whores. Whores counting their own paper, whores crying and bitching, whores getting all dressed up for another day. Throughout all this, there is one boy, one kid.

This one kid stands alone in this room, and stands alone in a dark corner. Talking to nobody and making eye contact with nobody. How did this young little boy end up in an environment like this is simple, wrong choices and bad decisions.
He didn’t have to run away from his adoption families, he didn’t have to run away from the police who were only trying to help him. He didn’t have to live on the streets because of the death of his mom. He didn’t have to end up in here, because of fear.

THUG
Yo faggot.

James kept his head down. Not making eye contact, not looking up. The person in front of him was eyeing down on him and had their fists balled up.

THUG:
I said… YO FAGGOT!

James continued to look down, he was shaking, but he wasn’t going to look up, and he wasn’t going to respond to the word that this guy was calling him. All of a sudden the thug pulled out a knife, and put it right on Shark’s neck. The cold blade pressed up against his neck, and he still didn’t look up. Finally the knife was removed and now he could hear a bunch of thugs laughing. The thug took his hand and put it on Shark’s chin and lifted Shark’s face up so that Shark looked up at him.

THUG:
Good boy. You learnin. You want a roll with us, you ain’t nobodies bitch.

James wasn’t learning, he wasn’t learning a thing. He would’ve looked up, he would’ve let these guys treat him like his bitch. Why? Because these were men who didn’t give a fuck if they got sent to prison. These were men who wouldn’t hesitate to beat up a child. James Shark learned that the hard way a week ago when he looked up at the word “White Boy”. He didn’t look up today, not now, not ever, because he didn’t want to go through what he went through last week. He still had the bruises on his face and the cut over the bridge of his nose.

THUG:
So yo, I’ve been thinking though. We take you into our home, and you stand here all fucking day and act like it ain’t yours, we give you food, and you refuse to take it as if your some higher class nigga. We give you fucking 9 year old bitches to mack, and you don’t even look at them, as if your punk ass can get better women.

He could hear more thugs and whores laughing in the background. He knew all the attention was on him and this one thug, he knew it because this one thug was one of the leaders of this group, of this gang, of this “whatever the fuck it was”…

THUG:
I’m thinking that all this time and effort we did, to take you in as family, was just a waste of time, and you know what? Time is money nigga, that’s money you owe us, and if you owe us money, you best believe you in some deep shit.

James was scared. When was he never scared? Although his mom was a crack addict, there were days when she was sober, those were the days she would take her time out to warn James about bad people in the world, warn him about how life can be a cruel place. She would take the time out to be his best friend, to be there for him. When she was busy with her drugs and passed out, James would be alone, but because of his mother he would be alright. He would be left with toys, food and other junk to occupy himself with.

When she died, there was nothing left. When the police officers took Shark and they brought him into the station and called his father, and his father told the officers he wanted nothing to do with having the custody of his own child, that’s when James knew he had nobody. He was young but smart enough to know that at that very moment, nobody gave a fuck about him.

Going from adoption home to adoption home, he just had an attitude problem. He wouldn’t listen and would make the couple’s life hell until running away and only being captured and brought into a new home.

However when the day came when he finally got away, finally got free, finally got far enough to the point where the police couldn’t find him… that’s when he brought himself to the reality of how scary life was.

In a home, in a home with people he didn’t like, he acted bad, he acted bad and he disrespected them because he didn’t want to be with them.

He acted hard. Here on the streets? Alone and no place to go? He was a little bitch. A scared little bitch.

The first night out on the streets, he woke up to a random guy who began to remove Shark’s shoelaces from his shoe. The moment Shark woke up, the guy kicked him in the face. The nights only got worse. It got harder to find a place to sleep, it got harder to find a good place to steal without getting caught, it just got harder and harder.

When confronted there was nothing he could do. The only choices he really had was to take his ass whooping or take his ass whooping, and he took his ass whooping.

When this group of thugs approached him, they didn’t do it a nice way, they didn’t come to him and talk or make a conversation. The moment they saw him, they kicked his face in and threw him up against the wall and took everything he had on him. The next week, they found him again, but that’s when they told him, that if he didn’t join them, they would kill him.

James didn’t really know why they wanted him to join them, but he did know a few things about gangs. When he found an electronics store that wouldn’t kick him out because of his dirty clothes and bad stench, he would spend time just standing there watching television. This one time there was a documentary video on, and it just so happened to be about gangs. He learned that these gangs called each other family, and for the most part, treated each other like family, unless one would decide to walk the other way or do something behind their back.

What he also learned is the fact that most gangs would jump you. Up to six to twelve people, even more, just kicking you, punching you, beating the shit out of you for up to five to ten minutes. If you survived you were in, if you didn’t, then you got left there.

James later on came to realize that they wanted him because it was so rare to find a young boy living on the streets. It was so rare because if someone knew that this young boy was homeless, someone with power do something to help that poor kid out. People did know James was homeless, he did his best to hide from the police. He hated it in the streets, but going into another person’s home, and having a “fake” mom and dad would just kill him. He didn’t want a “fake” mother and father.

He didn’t even want a father, the word “father” meant nothing to him and he learned that from the man who claimed to be his “father”. He also didn’t want a mother, his mind set was that everyone gets one mom in life. He didn’t believe step moms or anything like that. His mom was dead, he wasn’t going to allow another woman to take care of him and act as if they were his mother.

THUG:
So because you owe us, we can either do two things right now. We can give you the chance to make it up to us, or yo, we could all fuck your ass up right here, right now. It’s all on you home boy.

James nodded his head. He knew he had to answer, all eyes were on him. When he opened his mouth, his voice not only cracked, but squeaked and not only squeaked but he began to stutter.

JAMES SHARK:
I wi-wi… I will… make it uhhuuh…up, to.. you

The thug cracked a smile, he turned around to the rest of the people in the house, and the rest of the people were all smiling. The thug handed James a knife, the same knife that the thug used to intimidate James by putting it up against James’s throat. James took the knife, and looked up at the thug, confused and still scared.

THUG:
We a fucking family. There are families all around this city nigga, there are families all around this world nigga!, we ain’t the only one, and to make matters simple, let’s just say we don’t get along with our next door neighbours.

The other group of men and women began to laugh and how this thug worded it. James didn’t laugh, the knife was shaking in his hand, he didn’t know where this guy was going with this.

THUG:
This block, this whole area… this is our home nigga. It ain’t just this crib yo, we got all of this.

The thug moved his hands in a circular motion.

THUG:
All of this is fucking ours. All them streets out there, all them cars, all them fucking waste motherfuckers walking out in they suits and suitcases, they’re all fucking ours nigga! We run it, all fucking day…. BUT on the other side of the highway, there seems to be other motherfuckers who think otherwise. Them motherfuckers are the dudes we got beef with, them motherfuckers are the dudes that needa be put in they place, them motherfuckers are the dudes that think we ain’t for real.

He turned around to face the rest of the people in the room.

THUG:
Oh but they about to find out who’s real, and who’s fake, and they about to find that shit out TONIGHT!

James swallowed hard. He wasn’t expecting the thug to say that. With the knife still in his hands he had a really bad feeling about what was going to happen tonight. The thug turned around and winked at James.

THUG:
Since YOU my nigga…. Don’t like to mack on the bed wetting broads we give you? Maybe you’ll find interest in one of them broads from next door… ahah yall know what I mean??

He turned back towards the others, many began to laugh, but other people looked at the thug in complete shock.

OTHER THUG:
Are you for real!? Shit nigga, are you sayin what I think you sayin??

The thug chuckled and nodded his head slowly, only for everyone to start talking now in excitement. The thug then motioned for everyone to be quiet. He turned back to James.

THUG:
One of…”them”, used to be….one of “us”.

James couldn’t stop shaking, it was insane. His heart kept beating and the room kept getting hotter and hotter. His stomach began to twist and he began to feel sick the more this guy kept talking.

THUG:
He thought he was a sneaky nigga, he thought that we was doin him dirt, so he moved on to a new family. That family took him in and they done us wrong a few times by crossing over here, coming into our hood, and fucking shit up. So now, that’s when you come in ma little nigga. That’s when you and the big old fucking knife comes in to play.

James shook his head quickly. He didn’t mean to but it just happened. The thug immidietly smacked James in the face hard. A good ole bitch slap right in the face, and although James had the knife, he didn’t fight back.

THUG:
Listen you fucking bitch. You didn’t even hear what your mission was, so shut the fuck up. You have no other option, you fucking owe us, so do your thing and make up for it, or die on the spot.

James didn’t say anything, tears rolling down his eyes. He began to think about his mother. What would she think if she saw another man laying their hands on him? This just made the tears come quicker, he began to sniff and sniff. Everyone in the room began to laugh but the thug wasn’t having it. He eyed James down for a couple minutes and taunted James by looking at his watch, after a few minutes, that’s when James calmed himself down. There was still tears rolling down his cheeks but he was ready to listen to whatever this guy had to say.

THUG:
He has a cousin. She’s about your age, she’s in that family. Her tight lil ass wasn’t recruited like you, but she was born into it, they had to know this was coming. If she’s one of them, she’s one of them. We’re our own. They fucked with the wrong, so we’re gonna do them wrong. You take that knife, you keep it stashed in yo back pocket. I’ll give you the whereabouts on where this bitch is going to be, I’ll give you the details later tonight, and shit’s simple. When the time is right the time is right, you pull out that knife, and you shank a bitch, you shank a bitch and you slit her throat, you slit her throat and then you shank her some more. Send a message, make it nasty.

James looked down. How could he go along with this? He wasn’t a murderer. He was afraid of those types of people. Now he had a knife in his hand and he was just expected to go and kill a young little girl? , for what? , because of somebody else’s issues?, now he was supposed to kill a young little girl? For who? The same guy that has done nothing but slapped him around all week?

THUG:
And if you cross over there, and you get them bad feelings, and you pussy out? You best believe we gonna come after you, and when we do, we’ll bury you with that fucking girl, and we’ll bury you both alive. Some real mafia shit, we do it like that nigga, you best do what you told.

James looked away as the scene began to get blurry.

SCENE: James Sharks Mansion
DATE: Tuesday March 6th 2012
TIME: 4:00 PM
WORDS: 2, 582 Words Without Coding
CAMERA: OFF
NOTE: The Day Shark and Serai Broke Up

James Shark looked into the mirror. He eyed himself and just stared. He had just woke up, the other night he went out to the club, and today he was feeling a bit hungover. Moments after awaking him and Serai sent each other emails to talk about the situation they were in, and after a few back and forth of those emails it was official. James Shark and Serai Leone were done.

He didn’t feel anything. He thought that because he and Serai were done he was supposed to feel happy, overwhelmed and free. However he wasn’t. In fact he wasn’t even sad. He felt nothing but a headache. Of course this could be from being a little bit hungover.

He looked into the mirror and looked deep into his own eyes. He looked into them and he slowly began to think to himself in his own thoughts.

“James… you did it nigga. You went back to your old self, Serai didn’t like it, Serai
had to go. Just look at you, hungover and just got out of bed, and you still look like
one handsome ass motherfucker. Abs intact, swagger on point, damn. Fuck Serai,
you don’t fucking need her. Of course I still love her to death but-“

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted with Shawn looking up at him. James didn’t know how Long Shawn had been beside him, staring up at him, but he had just noticed him now. He turned and looked down at Shawn and crossed his arms. Shawn just stared at him with a weird look on his face.

SHAWN ZEDIC:
Daddy… why are you making silly faces in the mirror?

James just stared down at him. He shook his head all annoyed then pushed Shawn lightly out of his way and began to walk past him. James walked over to his closet and decided to put on some clothes. All he was wearing right now were shorts. He had gotten out of the shower but since emailing Serai he had done nothing but think about if this was really what he wanted. He opened the closet doors and took out a Team Swag shirt then began putting on some socks. While all this was going on, Shawn was still a few feet away from where he last stood, staring at his father.
James again shook his head, after finishing putting on some socks he stopped to stare back at Shawn. James walked over to his bed and lifted up his pillow to pull out a playboy magazine with Karly Zedic on the cover. He then threw it at Shawn.

JAMES SHARK:
How’s that for a motherfucking staring contest? Stare at that.

Shawn looked down at the magazine that was on the floor, he picked it up and saw his mother on the cover half naked. His eyes grew wide in surprise.

SHAWN ZEDIC:
Woah, this is a magazine of mommy!

James nodded his head while he bit his lips. As he made his way to the door Shawn stopped him.

SHAWN ZEDIC:
Oh yeah daddy, I come up the stairs to tell you that auntie Banks is here.

James turned back around and looked at his son. He then nodded his head and made his way downstairs, as Shawn opened the magazine. As James made his way down the stairs he could hear Latoya’s voice as well as Hanson’s voice. He could hear them talking in a low tone. As he finally got down stairs he turned towards the kitchen and that’s when he saw them.

They were both across from each other, both of them had looks of concern on their face. He stepped closer and they both suddenly stopped talking. They both turned to look at him.

JAMES SHARK:
What it do young niggas?

Hanson shook his head in shame and turned his back on James, James had an idea why but he just ignored it, he looked over at Latoya and she was shaking her head at him herself. He ignored her to and opened a cupboard and took out some pieces of bread and put them in the toaster.

He then turned to make his way over to the fridge, as he turned he could just feel Latoya’s eyes on him, instead of facing her he just continued to ignore her, he pulled out a jug of juice from the fridge and as he began to open it, he began to whistle, once opened he began to drank it straight from the jug.

LATOYA BANKS:
James

He ignored her, when he finished drinking some of the juice, he put it down and took the jug over to the other counter to where the toaster was. He stared at the toaster and waited for the bread to pop out. He could still feel her eyes on him, now stronger than ever.

LATOYA BANKS:
James, what the fuck is your problem?

James had enough, he slowly turned towards her and just stared at her.

JAMES SHARK:
Fuck you, what the hell did I do?

Now he was the one shaking his head, the toast finally popped out of the toaster, he took them both out and placed them on a plate, he then went back to the fridge and pulled out the butter as he walked back to the counter.

LATOYA BANKS:
She was good to you, she was good to you and she was the one girl I felt good about who was with you, because she would do anything for you, she always had your back, she… she.. god damn James she was different then all those other girls you dated, hell even different than me.

James just ignored her, as he buttered the toast. He realized he had his ipod on his side pocket. He stopped buttering his toast for a moment then removed the ipod from his pocket, took the earphones that were connected to it, and put them on his ear as he then grabbed the butter knife and continued to butter the toast with the music blaring into his ears.

LATOYA BANKS:
You got to be fucking kidding me right now, no fucking respect what so ever!

Latoya walked over to Shark and grabbed his earphones and yanked them out of his ears loud, causing the earphones to fall off and for his music to just blare out of the ipod. James then slammed the butter knife on the counter and turned to face Latoya.

JAMES SHARK:
Yo what the fuck, what kind of shit have you been smoking?

LATOYA BANKS:
Me?? , what kind of shit HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING?

Hanson immediately turned around to see James and Latoya butting heads. He immediately stopped what he was doing and got between them, putting his hand on Latoya’s stomach and lightly pushing her back.

HANSON COTTLE:
Come on guys, Shawn’ upstairs.

James kept his eyes on Latoya, he then looked down at the toast on the counter then back at her.

JAMES SHARK:
There’s your fucking breakfast. I ain’t hungry.

He walked the other way and left the kitchen. Latoya and Hanson exchanged looks. They were both disappointed in him. What James was doing was just bringing bad attention over to him, it was almost as if he was going out of his way for the media to point the finger at him and call him the “bad guy” again.

From his disgusting tweets about “Abortions and kicking pregnant woman in the stomach” to offending tweets about “teenage girls who commit suicide”, he was just getting a lot of bad attention. To top it all off he had to hit on his female “co-workers” all on twitter for Serai to see and feel like an idiot.

Of course Latoya didn’t know that they had broken up officially, and Hanson didn’t know either, but both of them were just disappointed because they knew how good of a person Serai was to him. They knew how close him and Serai had gotten, and for him to just turn his back on her like that out of nowhere was just selfish and cruel.

Latoya got out of Hanson’s grasp, and he let her go. At this point things couldn’t get any worse. Latoya walked out of the kitchen and thought she would see James in the living room but the living room was empty. Across from the living room was the screen door to the patio, she could see that it was open, she walked over there to see James out on the deck staring out at the pool. Latoya walked over to him until she was beside him, she turned her head and looked at him.

LATOYA BANKS:
Why? , all I want to know is why. This doesn’t need to be an argument; this doesn’t need to turn into a fight. I’m one of your best friends and I care about you, I thought I would know if you two had a problem or if something was bothering you, but apparently I’m not in the loop anymore and neither is Hanson, so just tell me why James, tell me why and I’ll leave you alone.

James continued to stared out in the pool, after hearing Latoya he couldn’t help but bring out a cocky smile and chuckle. Latoya shook her head and kicked the patio fence in front of her in anger.

LATOYA BANKS:
James enough, Jesus Christ, what’s with all this fucking smiling. If you’re going to answer me I want it to be a serious answer, this is isn’t a joke, be serious with me.

James nodded his head slowly, he then turned around to Latoya and pointed at a set of chairs behind them. She realized that he was implying that she should take a seat.

LATOYA BANKS:
Thank you…

She said it dry, she didn’t know if they both were going to sit down only for James to give her a stupid answer. She sat down as James walked over and pulled up a seat and brought it in front of her. He sat on it sideways and looked straight into her eyes.

JAMES SHARK:
You said it last week, I changed. The fans called it, Corey called it, Hanson called it, SNM called it fuck man, everyone called it. I wasn’t myself. It was like she put some next witchcraft on my black ass. I was giving her the world day by day. That shit ain’t me. I mean… I can give a girl the world day by day if I’m tryna score or something, but I was doing that with her just to be nice. That shit was fucking soft.

Latoya just looked at him, she was still confused.

LATOYA BANKS:
I just don’t understand how you can propose to someone, then 24 hours turn your back on them. You obviously still have feelings for her, so stop fucking around before she leaves you.

James chuckled.

LATOYA BANKS:
Fuck off what is so god damn funny!?

James bit his lips.

JAMES SHARK:
We’re done Latoya, officially 3 hours ago. The Serai and Shark show has come to an end yahh dig?

Latoya stood up, she couldn’t believe this. She took her hand and passed it through her hair taking a deep breathe. James thought it was cute how she cared so much. He would expect her to be happy and have sex with him, he would expect her to congratulate him like Sayge and other girls did. At this point it was obvious Latoya just looked at him as a friend and nothing more.

LATOYA BANKS:
Well what the fuck are you doing here? Go get her back!

James gave her a blank stare, blinking at her repeatedly.

JAMES SHARK:
Now why the hell would I want to go and do that?

Latoya leaned forward and gave him a sarcastic and mean look on her face.

LATOYA BANKS:
Because you care about her, you love her, and because she means something to you, you fucking moron!

James stood up and gave Latoya a surprised expression on his face. He wanted to laugh, but he figured Latoya was going to walk away if he did, he didn’t want her to walk away before letting her know something. Something that maybe wasn’t entirely true.

JAMES SHARK:
Serai was nothing but a one month stand. Never loved her, never will. She can do her thing, I’ll do mine. You and I both know how I get down Latoya. Tonight I’m single and ready to mingle, you know it’s about to go down, there’s going to be hundreds of broads in the crib tonight, and I’m going to fuck them all. This isn’t about payback or to try and get Serai’s attention, it’s about getting my swagger back.

Latoya rolled her eyes, she had enough of hearing Shark’s bullshit, in fact, she didn’t believe one word of anything he has told her thus far. Of course he did change when he was with Serai, but in her opinion, Shark was trying to play it off like he didn’t enjoy being the nice guy, in her eyes, Shark is just emberassed and is now looking for excuses. Somewhere deep down inside of him, she believes his heart is broken, and he is trying to do anything to show the world that he “doesn’t care” or “isn’t affected” by the breakup.

LATOYA BANKS:
Okay good for you Shark, good for you. Have fun catching a fucking STD tonight.

Before he could react to her comment she stormed out of the deck and went back inside the house. He stepped closer to the screen door and could see her getting her jacket and stuff, she was obviously going back home or something. James turned back towards the pool and just stared at it. He took a blunt, lit up, smoked it and blew out the smoke.

JAMES SHARK:
Everyone loves the bad guy.

He joked to himself. As he continued to blow smoke out of his mouth he took out his cell phone and put the blunt down. He began to dial up a number, he put the phone to his ear and waited. Until he heard the person on the other line answer.

JAMES SHARK:
aha dunnoe, whats good Sabrina?

He listened for a bit.

JAMES SHARK:
That’s whats up, yeah you know me, just mossin. I was calling you up cause a certain couple’s over and done with, and right now I’m looking to do me. I don’t needa be seein Serai’s shit in my room, so I was wondering if you wanted them. Her clothes, jewellery everything.

He wasn’t expecting Sabrina to want them, he wasn’t expecting anyone to really want them. Altough most of Serai’s clothing that she had upstairs were custom made and designer brand, if he gave them to anybody he knew, they would look bad. Most of the girls he knew that were his co-workers hated Serai, and if they had agreed to take her clothes that would just give them a negative image.

JAMES SHARK:
Yeah you right, they probably do stank. So watchu think I should do with it? Welfare?

He listened on then laughed out loud at her idea. He looked at the pool and imagined it.

JAMES SHARK:
That’s a fucking good idea stull.

SCENE: IWF BATTLE GROUNDS Arena
DATE: Saturday March 10th 2012
TIME: 5:00 PM
WORDS: 581 Words Without Coding
CAMERA: OFF
NOTE: Inside Joke! Well not really, just look at the General Board at Syxx’s complaint.

The scene opens outside of the IWF Battle Grounds arena in Ottawa Canada. There seems to be a commotion outside of the arena near the parking lot. There are a group of police officers huddled around a garbage can. They are panicking and walking around it, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, their attention towards the garbage can is taken off, due to a sexy sports car with loud blaring music driving into the parking lot area. They all look at it until it parks near them and James Shark comes out of the car. Some officers smile at him, others don’t really care for him. However fans who noticed the commotion with the trash can are also huddled around and began to boo Shark. Shark ignores them and walks over to one of the officers.

JAMES SHARK:
Yo what’s going on here?

The police officers all look at each other then back at Shark as he waits for someone to respond. Finally one steps forward and responds.

POLICE OFFICER:
There seems to be a little kitten trapped in this trash can, and we are trying to rescue it.

Suddenly a big muscular man who is naked with his little penis flopping around in the air runs over to the police officers and Shark and begins to jump up and down.

MUSCULAR MAN WITH SMALL PENIZ SWAG
PLEASE! SOMEBODY RESCUE MY CAT PLEASE!!! I HAVE SEX WITH IT AT NIGHT PLEASE! THE KITTEN’S NAME IS SYXX PLEASE!

Suddenly James Shark jumps up in the air, almost as if he had been stricken by lightning.

JAMES SHARK:
Alright fuck this yo, I’m not going to continue writing this because according to Syxx’s law of e-fedding, I will lose to Corey Casey in devastating and embarrassing fashion, because right now this is the most randomness shit ever… there is a juiced up man with a small penis, and there are random police officers trying to rescue a cat…. from a fucking trash can.

Everyone looks at each other then back at Shark, confused.

JAMES SHARK:
I mean… according to him, how can anybody win with a promo not even be relating to the match. What the fuck does this have to do with Shark and Casey? Fuck… I should just stop writing before Corey demolishes me in the ring.

Suddenly Shark jumped up into the air again almost as if he had been stricken by lightning once more.

JAMES SHARK:
Woah… that was weird… I felt like some next sexy 17 year old 905 nigga took control of my body through a computer… that was fucking messed up… trippy shit. I must be high or something.

Everyone continued to just stare at Shark.

JAMES SHARK:
Oh well, which one of you bitches wanna fuck me before my match?

He turned over to the fans, there were a lot of girls who raised their hands as a joke, but he could tell from most girl’s faces that they wanted to but were too shy to make a move and look like a slut. He suddenly then spotted a female police officer who was smiling at him. He smiled back at her and grabbe her hand.

JAMES SHARK:
Bitch you coming with me!

SCENE: Unknown Room in IWF BATTLE GROUNDS Arena
DATE: Saturday March 10th 2012
TIME: 8:00 PM
WORDS: 1,795 Words Without Coding
CAMERA: ON
NOTE: N/A

Alright, alright, alright.

Before I start popping off on this white boy and doing my thang, getting that trash talk flowing, let me just do something real quick.

Shout outs to Serai Leone.

I think she deserved it, don’t yall? She’s been a mess recently, and after all the shit she’s been through these past few days, a shout out is the least I could give her. I mean have you seen this bitch lately? I’ve been just doing my thang. Fucking bitches from left to right, bringing the barest broads to the James Shark humble abode. Just after the CWF Event, after my match with the cowboy dude I met up with Sabrina Artois, by far the hottest gyaldem on the CWF Roster.

We macked. We macked some more. We got it on. Shit was proper. Shit was poppin.

While all this has been happening, Serai has been getting some eyes on her. I ain’t going lie, I see it, I hear it. I don’t know if she’s tryna get in my head by flirting it up with dudes with hairy chests, dudes with no championship and no past history of any championships, but it ain’t working.

If she wants to date one of them, that’s on her. She’ll look like a loser. How do you go from fucking around with the baddest nigga on the planet, a dude that holds three championships and is undefeated in MMA, to desperate motherfuckers with no names?

Oh well, it is what it is ahlie?

You know who’s also been a wreck? It ain’t just Serai. Like I said, as I’ve been doing my own thing and macking bitches here, fucking bitches there, tapping bitches everywhere.. there’s also a little somebody who hasn’t really been doing much.

Yes. Corey Casey, that is you.

See, ever since Chuck past away, you’ve been dealing it up with the Matthews family, you’ve been mourning like a little white bitch and you’ve just been Corey Casey. I don’t see “The Lord” character or any of that bullshit, I just see Corey Casey. See I didn’t open my eyes, but now that I’ve gone back to my old ways I see it. Yet you have the nerve to come into ma locker room and tell me that I’ve changed? Motherfucker you’re the dude that changed.

I admit I went on a little bit of a soft streak with the way I was acting this past few month, but even then I still got my grind on homie, I got my wins intact. I got them titles, and big wins over big names. What have you done dog?

I DEFENDED MY BUMBACLOT WINNING STREAK AGAINST STEEL ANGEL!

Nobody done gives a shit about Steelio. The guy’s most dominant win is against Rosalie Knight, that’s fucking soft. That’s the same guy that ducked Latoya Banks. Who gives a shit if you main evented and beat the shit out of Steel Angel. Nobody gives a fuck dog.

Who else have you beaten? You know what, don’t answer that, don’t.

Don’t answer it cause it doesn’t matter. I understand you beaten big names, but what my point is recently you’ve been facing off against a bunch of pussies. For the first time In my career I can call someone like YOU, overhyped.

See ever since I could remember, people have always labelled me as overhyped, but now motherfucker I can call you this. Cause nigga winning against bitches like Steel Angel, Death Angel ain’t nothing to be proud of. Those are the type of guys you’ve been facing off against.

You weren’t on the last show, before the PPV you missed out on a bunch of cards and matches because of the whole Battle for the Briefcase Tournament, but when you did a get match, you took it at the SBK Hall of Fame show against fatass Death Angel.

I’ve been off against dudes like Robbie Hart, and I’ve been whooping those dudes. Take a look at my last match nigga. I was toying around with Hart, throwing sloppy ass punches here and there, he blocked all of them, I got bored so I kicked em in them nuts, then I swarmed on his ass.

That match goes down as one of my most dominating matches, it and adds to the list along with matches like Vincent Van Rose. I think the last time you met up with VVR he whooped your fucking ass nigga. Do you know what I did the last time I met up with VVR? No? you don’t remember? No? your not a fan? You don’t watch my matches?

Well you being a busy guy and all, chilling with the Matthews family, I’m sure it won’t take much out of your busy timetable, it’s only ten seconds, and its only one punch.

But as far as you and your little cute promo or whatever… your fake bitch, your fucking fake.

How are you gonna go ahead and compliment me, how are you gonna go ahead and praise Upper Limit, then 20 seconds later go off on me? Bring up “past history” bring up “past matches”, if you want to talk about the past motherfucker we’ll talk about the past.

You know what?, that sounds like a good fucking idea, let’s go ahead and talk about the past for a second.

TEAM SWAG vs IRISH INSURGENCY

James Shark and Brandon Macdonald taking on Corey Casey and Vincent Van Rose, Who won motherfucker? We did.

Saturday July 16th 2011, Battle Grounds: Signed In Blood.

James Shark taking on Corey Casey one on one, who won motherfucker? I did.
You see we can both brag about our wins over each other. You got wins over me, I got wins over you. It’s funny how the match you decide to brag about is From The Ashes, the championship match. I find this funny cause instead of entering this match like a grown ass man, you hire Dan Alexander to kidnap ma ex wife who was my wife at the time and you used mind games to get that championship. You’z a bitch dog. Nothing more, nothing less.

Do you want to talk about more history? Tonight my nigga. Tonight is history.
The one year anniversary, whats really good?

Has it really been a year? I remember when I made my return to wrestling, when I got into the ring with a popular NLWF star in Chad Mason. Everyone that remembered the name “James Shark” thought of an overhyped one trick pony.

They thought about the NLWF James Shark. I was a 4 – 1 underdog against Mason, possibly even more than an underdog. Everyone had Mason winning in their minds, everyone had put their money on Mason.

Well damn… If only a nigga would’ve told them to put their money on Sharky, cause I made my return with a bang and knocked that motherfucker out…cold.
Do you know why I’m bringing this up? Cause this is the one year anniversary show which means, I’m about to do the same damn thing. I know you can’t compare Chad Mason to Corey Casey, but let’s look at the facts…..

EVEN THOUGH I was able to capture the High Impact Championship in January, a month after winning that title I won three other titles in less than a fucking week, The TIW Heavyweight Championship on the 20th and the IWF Heavyweight and Tag Team Championships on the 26th…..

EVEN THOUGH I hold the most championships in IWF, which is five IWF Championships, and have held every single IWF Championship except for the New Blood Championship……

AND EVEN THOUGH I am the baddest nigga on the planet…..

Believe it or not, motherfuckers got their money on Corey Casey to win this match and win it in dominating, devastating, impressive fashion.

Why? I don’t fucking know. Maybe they spend they use the Corey Casey bandwagon as their only source for transportation, even driving that shit to work, maybe they spend too much time being a bumbaclot… I don’t fucking know. All I know is these were the same odds when I was facing up against Chad Mason.
The last time the world had really seen me I was dominating in a small promotion called the NHW, but before that I had been on a huge losing streak in the NLWF which was the best promotion at the time. When IWF became the best promotion and I signed up for the first show, everyone expected me to crack under the pressure, everyone expected Chad Mason to beat me the same way their expecting Corey Casey to beat me tonight.

It didn’t happen.

So all I have to say to you motherfuckers who put your money on Casey is this….
Your special bus has arrived; don’t forget to put on your helmet before boarding.
Corey needs to remember that he hasn’t done shit in January, he hasn’t done shit in February.

He has to remember who I am, sure he can compliment me, call me the baddest nigga on the planet and all that, but if he thinks he’s going to beat me, he obviously forgot what facing James Shark is like.

He has to remember that if he punches me square in the face, I’m going to eat that punch, walk right through it, and not even blink.

He has to remember that if he takes me down… if he can get lucky and actually out wrestle me with my new found wrestling skills and he can take me down… he has to remember that I’m just going to get back up immediately.

Facing me is one of the hardest challenges anyone can come to. There ain’t nothing more scarier than a dude who can talk so much shit, then get into the ring and back all that up. It’s rare and it’s scary. Do you know what it’s like to have a guy hitting you and talking while he’s hitting you? Corey does.

He beat me a few times, I beat him a few times.

Tonight , we’re going to do it again. As much as he’d love to continue this whole Upper Limit bullshit. I’m still down but I’m a changed man now. If he’s okay with still going on with the Upper Limit thing even though I hand a big ass whooping to him tonight, then that’s on him, and that’s his decision.

All I know is I beat the shit out of every Upper Limit member thus far. Ruben and Robbie.

I’m ready to do It to Mr.Casey.

One Love, Nigga, One Love.