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-THIS IS EPIC-

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-James Shark is scared of SNM, SNM knew this, and the true fans of the IWF knew it as well. When it came to confrontation... James Shark felt he was the baddest motha' fucka' in the planet. Still, the so called "baddest motha' fucka on the plant", had avoided confrontations at all costs when it came to Sho' No? He had very little to say about SNM, and SNM knew this was out of fear. James Shark had finally stepped into the line of fire, and crossed the path with a real street nigga. Someone that James Shark was not ready for. SNM was looking forward to getting in the ring with "the baddest motha' fucka on the planet." Actually, he found it rather ammusing. SNM had no respect for James Shark, and this was a known fact. He felt that James Shark was 'frontin'(froun'tin) - a common street term, that would consider one to be lying about themselves or their situation. James Shark knew that by stepping to Sho'No, he was exposing his status. The world would soon find out though, and in SNM's mind... it was almost guarenteed that James Shark would show himself to be the bitch that SNM could see him to be. He had seen it since he first stepped foot in the IWF, and since the first time that the two glazed into eachothers eyes. Now was the time to see, and it was definatly time for James Shark to put up or shut up??-

"Ay yo, ya' know what I think is so funny?"

The scene opens up, and SNM is sitting in the recording room his studio talking to "Mayback Music Group" recording artist Wale.

SNM is wearing a blue wavecap, with his cornrows freshly braided, dangling out of the back, and dropping down past his shoulders. He is also wearing a Carmello Anthony, New York Knicks Jersey, with a pair of baggy light blue shorts, and a pair of mid-top air force ones for sneakers. Wale is wearing a black t-shirt, with a pair of black baggy jeans, and big chain around his neck saying Wale.

The recording room lights are dimmed, and through the slight glare of the reflected light across the mixboard you can still see a linger trail from the blunt that was just previously smoked. Both Wale and SNM's eyes are both low as hell. SNM is leaning back in his computer chair by the mixerboards, and has his one foot up on the cabinet to the side of the mixerboards. A big computer screen rests to the side of him, where Protools is opened with wave formats in differant channels. This is audio recordings from the verses the two had recorded a short time earlier. One could determine that they are still in the early stages of mixdown and mastering, due to the sight of the effect box opened up on the screen as well.

Wale looks over at SNM as Sho'No spins the computer chair to face toward Wale. Wales looks at SNM.

"Nah... what's funny?"

"How much of a front dis' nigga Sharky puts on brah'. You said it yourself... da man looks scared at da' mention ov' my name. Dat nigga' knows he ain't in Sho's league. Dat's on everything, da' man doesn't wanna' say da' wrong thing? I really don't understand man, I'm tired ov' lames an' weak niggas! He's been frontin' for too long Wa'! Real niggas see da' bitch in him. His life is a story, an' I think what would describe dis' best, is what da' man Fifty Cent said in one ov' his rhymes."

"I WRITE MY LIFE... YOU WRITE WHAT YOU SEE IN DEM' MOVIES, I'M GANGSTA' TO THE CORE... AN' NIGGA YOU CAN'T MOVE ME!"

"Basically what I'm sayin' is dis lame ass imposter James Shark takes knowledge from anothers life, or struggles from another man, an' builds his fantasy life on it. Like to keep it one hundred wit' you, da' man ain't get dat' lil' bit of hands he got, because he wanted to make money fightin'! Da' fuck I look like beleivin' dat', fuck boy?? You got a lil' bit ov' hands cause da rich ass white folks ya family was house nigg'n to probably enrolled ya ass in boxin' lessons. This was probably due to da' fact dat' when you was a young boy... you got ya' ass whooped much like you will at Battle Grounds "maaaa duuuuu"! Beleive Sho' No, it's gonna' happen."

"What you claim, an' what you say you are? I know you're not... an' I know dis, because I am dat' of what you claim! Real eyes, realise, real eyes... an nigga, you ain't real eyes. You cupcake sweet witta' cherry an' sprinkles on top. Da' best way I could describe you, is ya' like a blowpop. This is cause, on da' outside you hide da' real... an' claim to be hard, but when it comes down to it, in da' end... you are bubblegum soft, nigga!"

Wale is dying with tears from laughing so hard in his chair while Sho' No Mercy is ripping James Shark a new asshole by talking about how fake he is. Wale holds his arm up, flagging SNM to stop. This is probably because he needs to catch his breath. SNM pauses for a second and then looks offended for a moment.

"What? Da shit is true, you seen last week, an' the week before that. Fuck if SNM don't always tell da' truth. You know me, Wa' , I don't tell no fibs', I tell it how it is!"

"I know dis' it's just... you be goin' da fuck off when you high Sho'! You really hate da' nigga like dat?"

"Dead ass, an' it ain't nothin' to do wit' James Shark, it's da' do wit' da fact dat' he's frontin'! I mean, if he was to jus' let it be known that he ain't what he says he is, den' I wouldn't have a problem."

"So what?? You want dude to just openly come out, an' be like 'yo, I'ma bitch'! "

"Basically brah, that's all he can do. I have no problem wit' real people, an' da skinny on James Shark is he's a bitch! So, yeah... da man needs to jus' admit he's a bitch. Either that or jus' needs to say Sho' I'm scared ov' you! Who am I kiddin' though I'ma take dat belt around his shoulder, so even if he don't wanna' fight, he's gonna' have to. I might not take it at Battle Grounds, because it ain't on the line. I can still show da' world dat' James Shark is SNM's bitch."

-If there was anything else that made SNM's blood boil about James Shark, it was also the fact, that Shark was indeed Scary- a street term, meaning in origin, not that of scary as in scared, but a person who is full of fear. James Shark was definatly a scary type dude. Not only did he look like an anorexic kid you see in the feed Africa commercials, but he also was type scary, because he had not pulled a victory over anyone of importance in SNM's mind. Sho' No felt that James Shark was the house nigga, and posterboy for the IWF as of late, because he was butt buddies with Corey Casey. Not only that, but his road was paved for him. He really had no competition. Even when it came to his victory at Nowhere To Run. Sty' had resigned, and handed over the belt. Nobody in the main event was the proper champion. Still, James Shark feels victorious. SNM knew that Shark should feel victorious, but in reality... he sould not feel like champion. Champion is something for people who never back down. Champion is for people who really talk it... and live it. Champion is for someone who wrecks through competition. James Shark couldn't even beat Corey Casey last week. What made James Shark a champion in anyones eyes? The IWF championship belonged to someone like SNM.-

SNM leaned back in his computer chair a little more, as he sat at took in the fact that he would eventually be champion. With a grin across his face, and his eyes low as ever, SNM looked back over at Wale, and in little time... the onslaught begins again.

"But', Wa'... da man don't really wanna' fight me at Spring Fling! He's a pussy, an' he knows as soon as we square off one-on-one, I'ma beat his fuckin' ass! Shark is type scary...

-Another thing that Sho' No knew James Shark to be, just by how he carried himself was type suspect- street term classification: strange, someone whos actions and movements needed to be monitered closely. Shark was always talking about, Mr. 12 Inch. SNM found this rather odd, because he never had to mention his dick size. He simply knew he was well hung, and didn't need to announce it for an ego boost. However, this was funny... if you stopped to think about it, James Shark with a twelve inch? His anorexic ass couldn't even walk with a twelve inch. The shit would weigh him down. It was no shock, James Shark was lying on his dick... just like he was lying on his life. This led to only one assumption, and that was that James Shark was a little too fascinated in penis and the male private part.-

"... an' type suspect brah! I mean he talks about he's Mr. 12 Inch! Wa', we know who pipes em' down, no homo tho! Nigga, dat' twelve inch ain't yours... pull it outta' ya ass it must be Corey Caseys!! Ahah, da' way you talk about ya' dick size shows just how little confidence you have in 'yaself, brah. Man who says he gets wins? Clearly we seen dat' ain't the case this past week. Man who claims he gets bitchs... Serai ain't ridin' witcha'? I thought she was ya' down ass? An' get money? You must, because kissin' ass will get you far in' da industry. It will also get you fucked in da' ass, Sharky! Youz a homo thug, ol' suspect ass nigga'!"

"Sho', you too much... man!"

Wale is laughing so hard, that he has to stand up to catch his breath for a moment. SNM doesn't find it that funny however.

-In SNM's mind it wasn't a joke. If he didn't show no mercy, and he didn't have a hard dislike for Shark, he might actually feel bad for him. Sho' No looked at James Shark as a lying homosexual with no morals. That had to be lower then Lame asses, Jack asses, no names, and bums. SNM wanted to beat the piss out of Shark. He wanted knock Shark back down to the bottom, because he knew that was the best way to expose Shark. It already seemed to be going smooth. Corey Casey and James Shark now had a hatred. It looked as if The Upper Limit was on their last limb. When they fell, James Shark wouldn't have the corporate white man to back him. After this tag-team match on Battle Grounds, and after the bell rang, and SNM was 5-0 he knew it would only be a matter of time. Plus there was more to this then what met the eye. The last step would be to take the IWF World Championship from James Shark, and then... Sharky would be at the bottom. Then Sharky could really say he was a 'nigga', and then we would see if Shark really was da baddest nigga on the planet, or if SNM was exactly right with everything he had said?-

"Soon enough, after Battle Grounds... I'ma be Mr. Five an' fuckin' O! Ima' learn dis' nigga James Shark, an' Wa',... when I take da' title from dis' homo thug, we ballin out! Me, you, an' dis' new shawdy I bumped into da' other day! The stage is set, an' I really don't needa' speak anymore on lame ass James Shark. Shit, I never really hadda' speak on Anna Stone, cause Sno' is gonna' handle her. All I can say though, is a win ova' Team Swag is as good as in da' bag. Dat's real wrap for dat' ass. Ain't nothin' comin between me an' dat belt... especially if it's James Shark."

"Cameraman, it's been fun politicin' wit you for a minute, but I got some mixdowns to do. In an' outta' the ring... Sho' No gets it in! You know how ta' see yaself out, an' don't forget to watch SNM beat da' livin shit outta' James Shark at Battlegrounds."

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Oh yea... It's personal now, ain't no nah nigga an' no dumb ho... gonna' beat Sho'No!!!