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 |  Subject: All Work For Some an' Some Play For The Most Part  Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:03 pm | |
|  HEAD SHOT TO TEAM SWAG ==== SCENE 1 ====
==== ALL WORK FOR SOME ===="Damn man, what da' fuck they got me taggin' up for once again? I know ya' my main chick an' all, but I want James Shark's lame ass one on one! I'm tired of the IWF beating around the fuckin' bush, because they don't want their "Golden Child" to get his ass whooped. This is jus' somethin' I will neva understand. They got all da' fuckin' talent that they need in me!! I mean, I'm unbeaten. Four and O, an' who else is unbeaten here the IWF? Not James Shark, not Robbie Hart, an' most of all... shit', noone!"
"I am the only one!"Sno' Bunny looks at SNM who is sitting on the bench in the lockeroom. She walks over to him, and sits down beside him. She rubs the back of his head, playing with his cornrows. He looks down at the floor in anger. The world knows what happens when Sho' No Mercy gets angry. He is like the thugged out version of the Incredible Hulk. Sno' Bunny lifts SNM's chin directing his gaze right into her eyes. As they look in eachothers eyes, Sno' Bunny begins to speak."Don't worry, I got your back. When the match happens. I will take care of Anna, and you worry about Shark, and if worse comes to worse, I'll kick Anna Stone's head off!! She should be immobile after that?""Come on, keep it one-hundred? You really think you can kick someones fuckin' head off of their shoulders? Besides that, ya' really think these half assed' people in the IWF are gonna' let you walk outta' da fuckin arena without cuffs if you do happen to kick someones head off of their shoulders? Shit, I gotta' betta' chance of losing my streak before all of that?"SNM stares blankly into the camera for a moment. Was he really that built up that his streak was on the line in a tag match, or was he really that angry that he wasn't fighting James Shark one on one? SNM stood up for a moment, and balls up his fist. He sends his fist crashing into the locker door a few times. The sound is so loud it echos the lockeroom. Sno' Bunny looks at him, and lets off a small smirk. She knew how it felt to hit things, and she knew if anything could keep his mind off of the fact that SNM wasn't fighting James Shark one-on-one, denting locker doors with a balled fist could. She knew it would only help for the moment, but she still liked the idea.
-SNM stands there with an evil look on his face, looking at the damage he did to the locker door. He stands there shaking in rage, with no shirt on, and a pair of army fatiques. Sno' Bunny gets back up off of the bench, and strolls over to SNM she is wearing a black sports bra, and a pair of black workout pants. She looks at the dent, and then backs Sho' No away a few feet. Her eyes narrow, and then she lifts her leg, and send it driving right into the locker door, connecting with her knee. The impact comes so hard, that it pops the locker door open and causes it to sway. SNM looks over at Sno' Bunny with the look of frustration still in his eyes. Sno' Bunny blows a kiss at SNM and winks. Then she begins to talk.-
"Now, do you really think that I can't take someones head off? You said it yourself, my legs are lethal, and you see them go to work on the heavy-bag every day!"
"Shit, not only do I see em' go to work! I see em spread eagle too' ahah!"
Sno' Bunny slaps SNM in his shoulder.
"Shut up, you are distracting yourself. You say you want James Shark one on one right? Now is your chance, because even if you don't get him one on one tonight, eventually... after this... the IWF will have no choice, because when we win, they will wonder. SNM is undefeated! SNM beat James Shark in tag competition. Can he be the one to take the IWF belt from Shark? This is your perfect set-up, and all you can think about is sex?"
"Das' not all I think about, I know we got this... hands down. James Shark is my bitch, so I really ain't stressin' like it seems I am. I'm just worried that the IWF is tryin' to turn me into another house nigga like... James Shark! I'm too fuckin' real for that. I will go to the IWF corporate office, an show em' what corporate thuggin' is all about if dey' try an' use me as a puppet."
"But, whateva... it's time to make our promo go bizerk, girl!"
SNM looks over at the camera, which zooms in on his face.
"James Shark... is scared! I look in a mans eyes, no homo tho! Ta' really see what he's made ov'... an' in a mans eyes, it is said, you can see anything! You know, da' sayin', da eyes neva' lie? Well, eyes don't lie, an see da' fear in James Shark everytime I look at em'. Shit, it ain't even that hard to tell, I'm sure dat' Sno' Bunny sees it? You're what she calls a 'pewsee bitch', an' punk pussy bitches don't get far in the real world, unless dey' assume dere roll as a punk pussy bitch, an kiss ass to get ahead. Lemme tell you most ov' all why you're scared ov' Sho' No tho? Most ov' all, you're scared ov' me, because now... you WERE dat' nigga!"
"You can say ya' still are, an' you can even say... 'Oh, well... I got the tag team belts, and I'm a two time world champion?' Brah, shut cha' lame ass up, an' face da' reality. You ain't da only nigga in da' IWF, an' with dat', now da' IWF will see what a real nigga is. Then, in time... everyone will look at you, Sharky... an' they will know dat' you're a fuckin' phoney! You can check da' resume, It's all real talk ova' here! I don't put on no front, I don't hide behind two corporate white men, an' mos' ov' all... I don't kiss ass. I make my own meal ticket, an' I live wit' it."
SNM paces around the locker room, and then reaches down and snatches up his black thermal shirt from the bench. He starts to stretch it for fit, as he continues to talk about James Shark, and how he has had the IWF fooled...
-James Shark never was tough, he was just someone with a loud mouth who had a little bit of skills with the hands. SNM not only had some skills with the hands as well, but he was a survivor. Thugs don't make it in Hollywood, but somehow he had. With that, it's not that he had turned his life around... He just did what he had to, by any means...-
Glaring back into the camera, and zoning out of the thoughts in his head, SNM looks over at Sno' Bunny who is now stretching on the locker room floor. He lets out a smirk, and then looks slowly back up at the camera again.
"A tag match though? Anna Stone is lucky, because I ain't James Shark!! Ahah' I don't hit my women... Let me say dis' though, girl, you got a better chance of Shark hittin' you then you do me! Dat's real talk'... I ain't neva' been a woman beater, so ima' have to make sure dat' my bunny does da' damn thing!"
Sno' Bunny cuts in while finishing a stretch.
"Don't worry, Anna Stone is as good as done! I wasn't prepared enough for Serai, I'll admit... I was caught off guard, and I payed for it. This is something that will not happen, ever again."
"Dat's good ta kn--"
Sno' cuts SNM off once again.
"Anna, be prepared to really see what Sno' Bunny is about. I Russian psycho bitch with a meen streak."
"Ay yo... Ahah!!! Did you jus' say "I" Russian psycho bitch?"
"Yes... with a meen streak!"
" I RUSSIAN?? "
Sho' No shrugs his shoulders as Sno' Bunny begins to speak again.
"There is no way that you can win, and I assure you of that. I am ready, I will not make excuses for my first lost. I will just say that this week, it won't happen. This week... SNM has a lot to lose. I will not let him down. After all... I have too much pride in myself!"
"These shins... they're gonna do what they do best. Peal back the skin on that pretty little face of yours. Don't be surprised just be ready for it!"
Sno' Bunny, who was still sitting on the floor, stops talking. She they spreads her legs out, and begins to stretch once more. SNM now putting his thermal on looks at the camera again.
"I mean let's keep it real?? Do you really think that James Shark can contend with this? Four an' O nigga. Call it cocky, but I call it confidence. You walk around with a big head on your shoulders as' I said before, but ya' ego's really shattered, so that big head? Well, dat' shit jus' makes an' even bigger target in da' ring. Shit, you still ain't respond to da' challange I threw down? That shit must bring back too many childhood memories?"
"Memories that you sadly don't wanna' remember... I'm sure ov' this? I can tell you was a nothin' in highschool brah', hell, I ain't even make it to highschool, but I know ya' type. At least from all dose' horrible memories, you managed to wanna' learn how to use ya' hands. Could you imagine James Shark wit' all dat' mouf' an' not even a lil' bit of hands? That would be like a walkin' punchin' bag. People already wanna' punch da' nigga in da' fuckin' mouth, an' dey' don't even know who he is!!"
Sno' Bunny lets out a small laugh, as she stands up from stretching. She walks over to the dented locker, and opens it up. She reaches in and pulls out a bottle of water. Sno' Bunny opens the bottle, and presses it to her lips. She leans her head back, and takes a sip.
"Anyway, I got connects homie, an' to keep it real G wit you, I know you betta' then you know yaself? You can't even manage to put together a sentance when you get high... I know dis'. You're afraid of bein' exposed... I know dis'. But most ov' all, you are a pussy... an' , like I said... I know dis!"
"It don't matta' what you do brah, because at Battlegrounds, nothin' is gonna' save you. Nothin is gonna' save that strap around ya' waist. Hell, I might even devise a plan to take those tag titles from you an' dat other fuck boy Robbie Hart? If ya'll even see eye to eye?"
-SNM stopped and thought for a moment. He knew that when he put Robbie Hart and James Shark in a match, it would cause a little miscommunication. He knew that along with how big sharks mouth was, and how much of a big ego James Shark winning the title would also cause problems. Sho' No Mercy just started the miscommunication, and James Shark would crumble the Upper Limits foundation the rest of the way. Shark had a tendency to talk too much, and this was prooven last week. Little did he know, the plot would be revealed on Battlegrounds. As to what that was, SNM kept it in his head. He hadn't even told Sno' Bunny.-
SNM begins to smile as he thinks about it. His eyes wandering, while he is in a daydream. You can tell SNM must have smoked before the IWF had payed him a visit. His eyes looked glazed, and were lower then ever. Sho' No bit his lip one more time, and then nodded his head a few times.
"I know I'm in ya' head Sharky... You ain't nuthin' like a young corporate thuggah' named Sho'No. See, if you think you got grimey in the past? If you think Corey Casey can get grimey, then I'm da one you need ta' watch out for. SNM gets it in, all day everyday! You say get money, get bitches, get wins? Well, ya lost da' bitch... You ain't gonna' win, an' ya type money is small Shark, I'm Hollywood money. I wipe my ass wit' ya cash flow, an' flush it!"
"Sno', speakin' of ass? Are ya' ready?"
Sno' Bunny looks up at Sho'No.
"For what?"
"Ta' get ya fine ass up an' leave. Why must we be da' last ones to leave the gym? Why must we be the last ones to leave the arena? Always, it's like you wanna' live in dis' motha fucka?"
-SNM never really understood? Maybe, to Sno', this was everything that she had ever wanted? People know very little about her past, and you could only imagine? Sno' seemed over dedicated sometimes? Unlike SNM, who would come to do what he does, and that's whoop ass, and defend his undefeated streak. Could this really be SNM's problem, and would that cost him? He thought to himself for about a tenth of a second, before he came to a conclusion. The answer was no! He's been doing the same thing since he's got in the IWF, and it hasn't failed him yet. Sno' Bunny however, looked at things a little differant, and this was something SNM might never understand?-
"Wouldn't you?"
"Bay', I come to fight, an' when da' bell rings it's over. Don't get me wrong, I hold dis' shit in my heart, an' I love what I do, but at da' end ov' the day? Sho' has to do what he's gotta' do. I can't live day in day out in da' gym or the locker room... If I did, that would probably be the day that my streak ends? I'm a go wit' da' flow typpa' nigga. So, let's just go wit' da flow, an' get up outta here."
Sno' Bunny nods her head with a smile, and then she hops up from the locker room bench. SNM and Sno' Bunny exit the locker room leaving the cameraman filming the vacant locker room for a few seconds before the scene fades out to black.
==== SCENE 2 ====
====SOME PLAY FOR THE MOST PART====
"Oh shit, boy... now I'm bout ta drop you on ya' fuckin' head."
"Yeah, what you think you're doin' boy? Nah, come back here... Get ya' ass ova' here!"
"Ahah!"
The scene comes into play, and SNM is sitting in his living room on his leather couch... playing IWF Generations for Xbox360 on the 72 inch flatscreen. The sound of the controller buttons being pressed rapidly against the controller.
"Yeah, get back here boy!"
Sho' No bites down on his tounge, and tilts his head a little bit, as if he's in the zone while he's playing the video game.
"Yeah, fall back... Ahah... 1... 2... 3..."
"Yes, I can't fuckin' wait til' Battlegrounds."
SNM looks over at the camera, on the flatscreen in the living room you hear Tat's On My Arm play by Wale, as a game animated victory segment plays for Sho' No Mercy. Sho' No lets off a smirk.
"Ya know, dis game don't get old! I can put people through flamin' tables... Fight in Corey Casey's no mans land... The Double Cage! The only thing it's really missing, is Sno' Bunny? That's gotta' be cause the game was made before she arrived. If not... shit' then they are buggin? Cause they got Anna Stone on there, an' we know Sno' Bunny would be a better diva choice to wrestle with!"
"Shit', dey' even got Sty' on here! Yeah, I kept my man as champion, because in my mind... he's still the champion! James Shark did not beat him for the belt. He had to win it in a tag match from competitors who wasn't even da' fuckin' champions. Dat is hella' lame in my eyes? Maybe it's just da' way Sho' No sees things? Shark remember that in my mind you don't even own dat' belt, but hell... after Battlegrounds, and I beat you... I won't mind going to Spring Rush and takin' it from you. I mean that belt is way to big for you, ya' lil' anorexic ass wannabe' gangsta'!"
The victory scene ends on the flatscreen, and SNM presses down onto the XBOX controller holding the button down for a moment. He then scrolls through the options, and shuts the console down. SNM stands up and puts the controller on the glass table. He then walks away from the couch, and you notice that he is just loungin'. He's wearing a white beeter, and a pair of superman pjs, and a wave cap tied over his head with the outline of his cornrows popping up underneath the fabric, and hanging out of the back. He walks over to kitchen island and sits down on the bar stool. He picks the dutch up from the Island, and peels back the wrapper. Then he gets back up from the stool with the dutch, and begins cracking it as he walks to the trash can in the kitchen. Sho' No Mercy dumps the guts into the trash can, and then returns once more back to the stool.
Sho' No Mercy picks up the CD case that rests on the island and tilts it to the dutch, knocking all the Kush that was on the CD case into the dutch. SNM puts the CD and begins to twist and lick the blunt closed. This really doesn't take too long, as it is a daily routine for Sho' No.
"Sharky, let's keep it real... you know you can't beat me!"
Just as SNM says that, the front door to the house rattles and unlocks. Sno' Bunny walks in, and shuts the front door behind her. She is wearing a white t shirt tied tight in the back, and a pair of blue running pants, with a pair of white New Balance. Her blonde hair tied back away from her eyes. She looks tired, and this can lead to beleive that she had just went out for a jog. She walks over to Sho' No by the island, and leans forward against it. Sno' Bunnt looks up at SNM and speaks.
"This is really pathetic?"
"Yeah, you ain't lyin', my connect waitin' on it, an' I'm almos' outta' bud!"
"Not that... you ass!"
"So, what you talkin' bout den', girl?"
"Anna Stone, she actually thinks that she can beat yourns truly... I mean come on?"
SNM looks at Sno' Bunny.
"Yours... Not yourn..."
"Whatever, the point is... this pewsee bitch can not beat me!"
Sno' Bunnys eyes burn deep. That lose to Serai Leone really ate at her enternally. She felt she had everything in the world to lose. Including the face that SNM's winning streak in the IWF was on the line. She really didn't have a doubt in her mind though. She always felt since her first match in the IWF ended, Serai's victory over her had been a fluke. She was going to step into the ring, and show the world exactly that at Battlegrounds. She was eager for it, and she was ready!
"Oh yeah, dat' new IWF shit came in da mail! The 360 joint' , I was jus' playin' it right before you came in!"
"Oh yeah, and did you have an' early preview of our tag match?"
"Uhhh'..."
SNM puts an assholish look arcoss his face.
"Uhhh, umm... no... cause you ain't even in it!"
Sno' Bunnys lip curls as she gets angry. She begins to speak a sentance in part Russian, part English. Then speaks up so that SNM can here.
"Mother Fucker! An, is Anna Stone in it?"
SNM looks up and laughs for a moment.
" Ummm... yessur' "
"So they put a stupid no experienced bitch like her in the game, and they left me out? The IWF and THQ can shove this game right up their fucking stupid asses!!!"
"Maybe da' game was made an' designed before you was on da' roster? Did ya' ever think ov' dat? Shit, females always jumpin' ta' conclusions. You gonna' be ok, ta' fight? You gonna' need some chocolate? Is ya' period comin' on or somethin'? Cause ya' already know, if it is... keep dat' shit away from Sho'No!"
"No, I'm perfectly fine... it just angers me. It angers me to the point that, I am going to think about it while I'm kicking Anna Stone in her odd shaped head!"
Just as Sno' Bunny finishes her sentance, Sho' No's cell phone rings. Sho' No reaches into his superman pajama pocket, and pulls his cell phone out. He looks at the phone, and then turns the ringer down. He debates a second, and then he picks it up.
"Ay, hol' up one second."
SNM covers his hand over the voice peice to the cell phone, and looks at Sno' Bunny. He then motions with his other arm to the door.
"Yo, Sno' can' ya escort my mans out? I gotta' go take dis' call right quick."
With that SNM hops up from the stool, and walks toward the hallway leading to the bedroom as Sno' Bunny begins to escort the cameraman out. You get a nice panning look at Sno' Bunny, before she opens the front door to the house, and the scene fades to black. |
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