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 |  Subject: My Preparation For The Weeks To Come Pt. 1  Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:44 pm | |
| SWAG ON!!  ================ INTRODUCTION
TIME: AFTER BATTLEGROUNDS
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The scene opens up backstage shortly after IWF Battlegrounds had went off the air last week. While Sno' Bunny was left in the ring by SNM to get knocked-out, Show' No Mercy and Serai Leone made their way backstage. As they we're heading to the locker room SNM stops for a moment and looks at Serai."Now I'm in dis' niggas head!"Both of them walk through the IWF back hallway, and open up the locker room door and enter. SNM opens up his locket, and pulls out his jacket. SNM extends the coat of his head and begins to put his arms in his black leather jacket one by one. Serai looks over at the other locker, where Sno' Bunnys hoodie is hanging on the top open edge of the locker door."It smells like Gringa all through this locker room papi."SNM zips his black leather jacket up a little more then halfway, and then grabs the keys to his white Aston Martin DB9 out of the locker. He forcefully throws them into his pocket, and then he replys to Serai's comment."Yeah, it smells like straight Sno' Bunnies in here... I dunno I don't really think I shouldda let dem' have that tonight? I really shouldda' jus finished the match.
"You did what you had to... you know that! To finish the match would have been pointless. You already know Shark can't beat you."
"Still, I ain't no fuckin' slouch. I said I was gonna' beat Shark's face in, an' I shouldda did jus' that tonight!"
"I thought that was the plan? To get in his head? So, that way there... at the Pay-Per-View, you can take him out?
"Yeah, dat' is the plan? I really dunno' though... maybe I jus' hate him too much to the point where I jus' wanted to end dat' lame ass motha' fucka right there?"
"Trust me papi... That's exactly what it is!"Serai Leone walks over to SNM, and runs her hand through the back of his cornrows. He looks at her really quick, and then zips up his gym bag. He hoists the gym bag over his right shoulder, and then he turns toward the lockerroom door. Serai follows behind him. As they open the locker room door, to their surprise, a IWF backstage inside reporter is standing outside the door with his hand balled up. It's as if he was just about to knock when the locker room door had been opened by SNM. SNM looks at the reporter with an odd look."The fuck do you want?"
"Well, this is big coverage, and I needed to get this as soon as possible. I mean Sho' No Mercy and Serai Leone getting together just a couple weeks before the big High School Hell match for the IWF World Championship. Do you have time to shoot this interview really quick? It's going to be uploaded on IWF.com before the end of the night?"Serai and SNM look at eachother and smirk."Uhh... shit, I guess we got a lil' bit of time? What's dere really to know though? I mean James Shark is done at Spring Fling. Da man is gonna' have a fling with that glorious IWF championship. The way I see it... it ain't gonna' be around his waist for long. As for me an' Serai? Well, ahah... yeah, let's jus' say we got close! I mean like real close."Serai Leone glares her beautiful eyes into the IWF camera. In her eyes you can see the seductive intent that she has when she eyes SNM up and down, and then glares back into the camera."Really...(licks lips) really, close..."Yeah, but I mean... what does this say for James Shark?""I think dat's a question you gotta' ask him? SNM is better then him in everything. Wrestling, fighting, rapping, layin' the pipe... You name it... Ask dat' fake ass nigga' how he feels about that?"
"Ya' see, I wouldda' ended it tonight, but I'm gonna' end it when it's just me and him at Spring Fling. No interuptions, no tag your opponent in, no Team Swag! It's just gonna' be me and him straight one on one. You are steppin' into my world... When Spring Fling comes, you're gonna' see what it's really like ta' fight Sho' No!""Are you aware that next weeks card has already been set? They have you Sho' No Mercy fighting Corey Casey in the main event! How do you feel about this?""Well, first off... It's Shon-Oh! See, yall' back there at IWF.com got it a lil' bit messed up. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's Sho' No... like Show No, but the pause it differant! Get that shit right, because that's startin' to get me a lil' heated. I mean people hire the talent, an' hire people to post and interview the talent. They can't even get da' fuckin' name right? That's kinda' lame... I got some homies out on the Avenue that would die for this job. They wouldn't get da' name wrong.""Mr. Shon' I am sorry... my apo--""Don't apologize... he don't like that!""You're right... Yall back there at IWF.com are fuckin' sorry!"
"Back to your answer though? Fightin' Corey Casey... dat's news to Sho'No! Let me say this though... it was bound to happen. I mean there's only so many people you can put im my way before I gotta' destroy the lame ass white boy many people look as the savior of IWF. Shit, well, if you're a savior, that's the last thing you wanna be. I don't need saving, but James Shark will after the pay-per-view!"
"I mean... I'm sayin, we can do this! Me vs Corey Casey the man with two intergender last names. Toss him to the wolves, because it's about time that Sho'No shows him whats up too! First, let me start by saying the whole skull, I'm a badass out for vengance thing? Corey, who are you really foolin' brah? They say to be the best, you gotta beat the best, and I said that the IWF has been given me snacks! That was light feeding, and it doesn't mean that Corey Casey is any differant. The thing that makes it differant is that he is one of the best IWF has to offer. Don't get that confused with actually being a good wrestler, or good competition, because really... when you compare us, it's not even close.""So then, I guess Team Win is in effect as of now?""Boy, is that a dumb fuckin' question or what? Of course team win is effect. Team win is more then in effect. Team win is about to bank big. James... me an' Serai, we're gonna' get it like yall' never did. I ain't talkin' sexually either...Serai Leone lets off a frown and looks at SNM. SNM looks at Serai."Ok, well maybe we're gonna get it like yall' never did sexually?"Now Serai let's off a face like she's confused?"Ahh... who da' fuck am I kiddin'? Me an' Serai already get it like yall' never did sexually, but the point is not only that... but you're lookin' at a power move in the IWF! Somethin' that the Upper Limit never was."
"The upper whaa?"
"Yeah, dat's the best way to put it mama!"
"The IWF is ours for the taking, and ain't nobody fuckin' with us. You're lookin at SNM and Serai! The real future of the IWF! She knew dere was no future wit' Shark. Shark was just a lil' pawn. To be da' best... you gotta' fuck wit' da best, an' Serai knows that! With all dat', comes the birth of Team Win!"
"I mean look I'ma keep it G! The IWF is real fucked up right now. There's a lotta' jumpin ship, an' there seems to be a break in da' talent. I heard we had good talent, I heard Chuck was good? Well, shit... that dudes dead! I heard B Mac as good, but... apparently not good enough, because he's gone. We even had disappointments like Sty'? The man held the IWF Championship that Shark has around his waist, but when Sho' No came? Damn brah... You reliquished the title an' Sho' No more? Ahah? Shit really is in termoil, but you can bet one thing?"The interviewer looks at SNM and Serai eager to know what he can bet?"No motha' fucka, not put ya' money on Sharky!! You were gonna' say that too huh? Jus' to be a smart ass? Jus' for shits an' giggles?"No, Sho' I really wasn't going to sa--""Brah, stop bein' a lil bitch, an' being easily intimidated. You almost remind me of a James Shark? Or a Corey Casey? The bottomline of the situation is... count on Team Win to win big, an' bring this wrestling shit back to where it should be. Sho'... Serai... Hollywood Icons. Get wit' it, or get laid out like our opponents at Spring Fling. That's all da' time I got for IWF.com. As a matter of fact, fuck you pay me... Rick Christian, write the check! Time is money, an' SNM's time is valuable!Sho' No and Serai turn and walk off...
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PREPARATION FOR THE WEEKS TO COME PT.1
TIME: 48 HOURS PREVIOUS TO PRESENT TIME
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The dancehall music bumps and echos through the strip club in downtown L.A. The strobe lights circle around the dimly lit club glimmering rapidly off of the marble surface of the strip stage. The smoke lingers off of the cigars being smoked by some of the big shots at the club in the back over by the V.I.P section. The glass can be heard clanging off the bar stable as a low chatter is heard from some of the people sitting at the bar area. The smell of liquor also mixes in through the strip club atmosphere.
SNM is noticed off to the right over by the strip stage sitting with another person. The person is unknown at this time. SNM is lounged back in his seat, with a Black & Mild in his hand. He takes an inhale of the Black & Mild, and he lets the smoke drift from his mouth and linger into the already hazy atmosphere in the club. A stripper walks over by SNM and the unknown person, and then leans down by them. She looks over at Sho' No Mercy and smiles. She leans forward and then begins to do a strip routine. This begins when as shes leaning forward, she places her hands under her breasts, and pushes them up. She then cups her hands on the sides of them and pushes them tight together. After doing this the stripper drops back and lays her back on the stage with legs spread open, giving SNM and the unknown person a front row view to "the goods".
Following this, while still laying on the stage, the stripper lifts her legs high into the air, and reaches up with her arms, and cuffs her ankles. She then slowly spreads her legs open wider and wider... eventually into a split. The unknown person in the club with SNM drops his jaw a tiny bit as his eyes widen.
"Damn girl!! Ay, Sho... she hit us with the split!"SNM shrugs it off, and takes another pull off of the Black & Mild. His eyes never leave contact while she dances. Going back to the seductive dance that is given by the stripper, she now has one leg raised, with the other one tucked under her. She then rolls over so that she is now belly first on the stage. The stripper bends her back up slowly to the music, eventually coming to all fours, and giving the boys a perfect view of her butt. As she begins to lean forward to accept her tip, another stripper who is dancing on the pole behind her, jumps and hangs upside down and wraps one leg around the pole. She then in almost what looks like slow motions begins to slide down the pole.
"Ahah', you see that? Did you see dat' Sho? Deez girls are gettin' live in here."
SNM remains silent all while reaching down toward his hip and pulling out a decent wad of cash. SNM pulls a few bucks from the roll, and slips it in between the strippers thigh and her garder. The stripper then smiles and rolls on the stage on more time, and slowly winds herself up off the stage. After she is a short distance away, SNM takes another pull off of his Black & Mild. Turning his head to look over at the unknown person SNM begins to speak.
"Man, you are too much cousin. You see a chick do a split on stage, an' to you dat's skill? What typpa' lame ass women you been with? Serai drops it to a full split wit' ease! Shit, half the women I been with can do a split. You need to get out more, brah."
"Another thing. Dis' girl is dancin' for us, and you can't even pay attention to her? Come on man, I know my auntie Doreen taught you better then that? You act a fool everytime we go out. I don't know... people say I'm wild, but you be off ya' rocker!"
"Yo... what do you mean?"
"Come on brah, don't even give me that 'Yoooo... What do you mean', ol' slow motion drunken slurred typpa voice. You get off ya' rocker when you get a lil' bit buzzed. Everytime you're off that liquor I gotta' look out for you... Check yourself, you're slippin'."
"Cuz'... Chill, she's just a stripper anyway. You know how many people see dat' ass jiggle everynight? Us times probably like one-thousand ma' G!"
SNM shakes his head for a moment, he then lets the cigar smoke linger out of his mouth as he waves the cocktail waitress over from across the room.
"Lemme explain something to you. Something dat' a lotta' people... yourself included don't understand. Dat woman up dere'... dat 'ho', she probably got two kids at home to feed wit' a bum ass baby daddy. I ain't sayin' I'm right, but if she does and this pays the bills, then she's doing' what she's gotta' do."
"Yeah, I guess you're right Shon'O."
"Trust me cousin, Sho' No understands the streets, an' understands tough times. I'm all about doing what ya' gotta' do."
The cocktail waitress approaches SNM and his cousin. She leans forward to listen to SNM order what they wan to drink.
"Yeah, let me get two more cups of Patron on the rocks, wit' a little bit of lime? This time, don't put so much ice girl, please? I'm tryin' to get a lil buzz up in here."
SNM then reaches down by the small stool table next to where he and his cousin are sitting, and picks up two empty glasses handing them back to the cocktail waitress, who nods with a smile and takes them cups from SNM's possession. SNM pulls out his wad of cash once more, and pulls a few bucks from the roll. He folds it up and puts it between the cocktail waitresses wrist, and the band she is wearing around her wrist. SNM's cousin begins to speak, carrying on the conversation they were just having.
"Yeah, speakin' of doing what ya' gotta' do? I guess James Shark wasn't doin' too much, huh? Couldn't have been, who would wanna' lose a fine peice of ass like Serai?"
Sho' No looks at his cousin with a look as if he is stupid. Then he rests his Black & Mild in the ashtray on the table stool. SNM looks at the strip stage for a quick glance of some TnA, before looking at his cousin and speaking once more.
"Shit, even if Shark was doing what he hadda' do... I don't think it would have changed that? It might have changed my thoughts on him, an' I might have looked at him as even more of a man? Serai an' me though, it was something that was bound to happen. Shit, you put me up against James Shark in anything, an' watch me do me an' come out on top. Serai knows who's better, she just wasn't in the presence of a real nigga... a gangsta' and a gentlemen. Now she is, and trust me... She likes the life much better already."
"Not if she finds out that you're out here lookin' at some pussy!"
"Serai is cool wit' it... She knows the deal, lookin' at a bitch in the strip club is just like throwin' on a jon jon."
"What da' fuck is a jon jon??"
"A porno..."
"What i'm sayin tho... Serai an' I we're good, unlike when she was fuckin' with that fake ass James Shark. I got good self esteem, and so does she. James Shark was too worried about their ego, so trust really wasn't there. She knows dat' I'm out coolin', an' she knows where I'm at. She also knows that I'm gonna come home an' put that thing to sleep later on tonight... so she ain't even gotta' worry about all of that."
"Nigga... you lie!! Serai doesn't know you're here.."
"What you want me to do? You want me to call Serai and ask her if she knows where I'm at? Of course she knows, you know I keep it real."
"Go ahead and call her then?"
SNM reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his cell phone.He presses a couple buttons, and then presses the button down putting it on speaker. The music and commotion in the club is still at a high volume, and it makes it hard to hear anything that is going on. You can hear the faint sound of ringing. The ring is sounded faintly a few times, and then a voice answers the phone.
"Hey papi, what's going on with you?"
"You already know Serai, but ay' listen? Lamar acts like I gotta lie to come to da' strip club or somethin'? I told him you knew, and he ain't beleive me. He made me call like I was lying?"
Serai answers back through all the noice via cell phone.
"Lamar, just because you can't tell your woman where you are, doesn't mean Shon' can't. Shon' is a grown ass man, and if he wants to go out, he can go anywhere he wants."
"True, an' besides that... you already know when I get home mama'... I'm gonna break you off, an' put that thing to sleep."
"We shall see papi... I'm waiting."
"Ok... I'll see you a lil' later on, girl."
As the music fades from song to song, a new set of women are stepping up onto the strip stage. SNM looks over, and something catches his eye. He begins to speak to his cousin.
"Shit, if that don't look like Corey Caseys ol' lady gettin' up on stage right there? Can't be though, the body is too flawless. After poppin' out twins, an' whatever else only god knows about... it can't look that good?"
"Ain't you suppose to be fightin' Corey Casey this week?"
"Yeah, what you think I'm in the strip club blowin' money for? I gotta train to fight Corey Casey, he's a legend!!"
"Man, you got some crazy ways of preparation for a fight."
"You stupid mother fucka', I'm not worried about the fight. This is gonna' be the type of training I do all the way up until Spring Fling when I take the belt from Shark!"
"You ain't worried about it?"
"Why should I be worried about it? It's Corey Casey... He's won some battles, but lets keep it honest... He isn't Sho' No. Plus, he's one of the next in line to fight for my IWF World Championship. I'm gonna' say it's mine, because it damn sure ain't James Shark's. It beats the hell outta' me how you win singles titles in a tag title match up anyway?"
"Corey Casey tho? He's not ready to step into the ring with me. He's still hurt because he lost his slave! Now he thinks that he's gonna' beat me like one? That shit ain't gonna' happen, because slavery ended a long time ago. James Shark might have no problem being a house nigga', but I do..."
"Damn cousin, will ya' look at that?"
SNM and his cousin both turn their faces to the stage.
"Oh my... what da'..."
"Yo for real? She needs to shave that... bitch look like Don King went down on her, and never came back up. That shit is wrong on so many levels."
The stripper who resembled Jessica Matthews is now dancing in front of SNM and his crazy cousin Lamar. The body is decent looking, but between the legs is extremely hairy. She begins to dance, and with her crotch pointed toward SNM and Lamar, they begin to feel a little bit disgusted. Lamar has no choice, seeing as he is crazier then SNM.
"Ay yo bitch! ... Get Cousin It from The Adams Family outta' my face!"
The stripper gives off a sour face. SNM ducks his head in his hands, and begins to shake his head. He lets out a laugh. The stripper looks over by the door to the bouncers. SNM looks up, and begins to shake his head once more, as if he knows trouble is coming. The two bouncers begin to move toward SNM and Lamar. The cousins look at one another, and then SNM begins to wild out.
"What the fuck?? Girl, don't be mad because ya' pussy looks like my hair before it gets braided! Now you got some goons comin' at us?"
The bouncers approach Sho' No and Lamar. Lamar instantly stands up with a drunken' stumble. He looks at the one bouncer as both of them stand firm, both the size of Redwoods. Lamar puts his arms out.
"Man... here we go??"
SNM looks at Lamar with a slight disappointing look across his face.
"Damn man, why is it everytime I go out with you somewhere shit's gotta' end like this?"
"Fuck that... we didn't even do anything!"
One of the bouncers looks at the stripper onstage. He then leans toward her, and begins to speak.
"What's the problem?"
"These guys are getting a little too insulting and out of control for me!"
SNM gets mad, and looks over at the stripper with anger.
"Ay yo, bitch'... keep it real. We ain't outta' control, that fuckin' mink coat you got between ya' legs is outta' control!"
"Excuse me, sir..."
One of the bouncers places his hand on SNM's shoulder. SNM nudges the bouncers hand off of his shoulder, as his cousin begins to talk.
"What's wrong wit' you? Don't touch my cousin like that!"
SNM sneaks the bouncer who had previously touched his shoulder. The other bouncer takles SNM to the ground. The strip club begins to get wild, and frantic as a brawl begins. Lamar hops on the bouncers back, and SNM begins to make it up to his feet
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