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 |  Subject: My Preparation For The Weeks To Come Pt. 2  Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:39 pm | |
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MY PREPARATION FOR THE WEEKS TO COME PT.2
PRESENT TIME
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"Mercey... both of you. You made bail, grab your things, take the sheets off the bunk... I'm sure you know the drill. After you sign these papers, you can make your way downstairs and sign for assets."
SNM opens his eyes. He was laying down on the bottom bunk in an L.A county jail after the brawl that broke out in the strip clubs. With his eyes half open SNM sits up on the bottom bunk as Lamar hops down from the top bunk. The riff from the inmates in their cells is heard, and the clanging of the bars echos the jailhouse hall. SNM rests his head in his hands for a moment, and then looks up at Lamar.
"Brah, why you always gotta' get us into some shit? I mean... I'm wild, but you jus' take shit outta' context."
Ain't my fault my seen a bitch wit' more hair on her pussy to make King Kong look bald!
SNM stands up stepping onto the cold concrete jail floor with his county flip flops, and yawns, stretching his body toward the sky in his county tan singlet. He grabs his county bag that was given to him with his finger attatching toothbush, a tube of toothpaste, and a little bar of soap. Then he looks over at Lamar and rolls his eyes.
"Lucky ya' cousin got the money on deck. Shit, fifty-thousand each on bail over a fight at a strip club? That shit right there is hella' cash brah, and jus' imagine if I wasn't with you? You wouldda been sittin' up in here with no clue on how ya' ass was gettin' out.
"Shon' it ain't nuthin' like that. I'm sayin' we both got a lil' bit wreckless, but what do you expect? I don't let anyone punk me, and I know you don't neither. Plus, I don't know why they even let disgusting type woman work at that strip club. You gotta' agree... the bitch needed to shave?"
"Yeah, she did... I ain't mad. It ain't nothin' cousin. Shit happens everyday, and it is what it is. All I know is I gotta' make it to Battlegrounds on time, because I gotta' fight Corey Casey."
Both SNM and Lamar stand at the door the heavy bang is heard as the jail door activates, and then a scraping sound is heard as the metal tracks open up, and the door begins to slide open. The guard pulls out two sets of handcuffs as both prisoners step out into the prison walkway. Both of them then turn around and put their hands behind their backs. The C.O cuffs Sho' No first, and then he cuffs Lamar. They then begin the walk down the prison walkway to the releasing station to process the paperwork upon release. Walking down the hall, you casn faintly hear the sound of their flip-flops dragging across the concrete floor as they drag. They come to the end of the walkway, and SNM looks up at the C.O and let's out a smirk.
"All them singles... ya' know the cash I had for the strippers?? It better be there, because yall ain't gettin no free boston cremes on me!"
SNM then pokes his lips out with an assholish' expression across his face and nods his head a couple times while still looking at the C.O. The C.O gives SNM an angry look as the sound buzzes and the red light above the walkway exit door buzzes. Once again the latches drop and the door begins to slide, giving off a loud sound of metal dragging.
"Scumbags like you always come back Shon', and you know it. I don't know how you managed to stay out? Still runnin' you're illegal operations... maybe we'll get ya' for that?"
SNM smirks for a moment as it exits the door with his cousin. He looks at the other C.O standing outside the release room, and then looks back at the previous C.O.
"Ya know, you're right about one thing... people like me?? We really don't stay outta' jail long, but also remember another thing... people like me, also make more money then you!"
SNM keeps that assholish look across his face as he steps to the room, and the other C.O opens the releasing room door escorting SNM and Lamar inside.
Once inside, the roof is filled with computer databass, and several cops. A few are drinking coffee, and typing away in the computer database. They walk over to the side desk where another officer pulls out his keys, and begins to uncuff both of them. He then places two folders on the table and reaches into his shirt pocket. He drops a pen on the table, and opens up the folders. SNM picks up the pen with very little communication, and signs the paper. SNM then turns to Lamar and hands him the pen. Lamar follows the same routine, except for he places the pen back on the desk. The officer then speaks while pointing.
"Ok, follow me... I'll let you guys out of here. Have your ride drive you around to the north side of the building, you can pick up your valuables from there. You can change there as well, just throw the siglets in the linen bucket when you're done."
SNM and Lamar follow behind the officer through the back door to the release room, and then through a narrow hallway. The officer unlocks the door and hold it open. The light shines into the narrow hallway exposing the prisoners to the outside world for the first time since their short visit to the county jail. SNM steps out into the parking lot and points his head to the sky looking up at the bright California sun. SNM's cousin, Lamar, follows behind him. Then a short distance away, you notice Serai standing outside of SNM's whit DB9 Aston Martin waiting for him.
Sho' No walks over to Serai as she smiles and opens her arms. They embrace for a moment, and then Serai speaks.
"Damn papi, you took a hard hit. You just had to pay to get your car out of lock up, plus the bail for you and your cousin..."
Serai Leone turns and looks at SNM's cousin.
"Estupido..."
"Anyway, besides that I did calculations, and We don't have time to make it to Canada. What the fuck are we gonna' do Shon'?"
"Don't worry bay', I'ma call my private jet... we'll make it there. As for the money, you know that's not a problem, because once we get to Battlegrounds, I'm gonna' just make more of it by whoopin' Corey Casey's ass!"
"Hol' up... time out? I never knew you had a private jet?"
"Shit, I got one when I gotta be somewhere. It ain't like no Obama Airlines or nothin' but it's someone I can call with an' iight type plane to get us where we gotta' go. An' it ain't no lil' midget type plane neither... shit is hooked up to the max!"
"Well, then what are we waitin' for, papi? Let's go get you out of this slave outfit and get you fresh. Give your cousin some cabfare, because we definatly ain't got any time to drop him off."
"Yeah, you're right about all dat'... You coo' with that Lamar?"
Lamar nods as all three of them walk toward the DB9 Aston Martin. They begin to get into the car to drive to the other side of the building to pick up their possessions.
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TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES PRIOR TO BATTLEGROUNDS
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SNM and Serai Leone pull up to the MTS in Wennipeg, Canada and hop out of a limo twenty-five minutes prior to this weeks Battlegrounds, only to be hounded by another IWF.com reporter as soon as they step out. SNM looks at the IWF.com reporter, and then he turns at smirks at Serai who smirks back. This is most likely because they could be the most iconic IWF couple in the federation. SNM and Serai are always eager to say what they want to say, and are also always eager to answer any questions that are thrown their way.
"SNM, I understand that you had a hard time making it here to Battlegrounds this week? I'm glad you got here, I'd like to get some words with you regarding your match tonight against Corey Casey?"
SNM looks at the IWF.com reporter, and then looks at the limo as it pulls off. SNM raises his head, and then looks at the IWF.com reporter once more.
"Yeah, I did... I ran into some things. It really ain't that big of a deal. SNM comes to perform, and nothin' is gonna' stop me from gettin' in the ring with Corey Casey tonight. You see I heard his interview on the radio this week, and let me start by sayin', much like James Shark... Corey Casey tends to keep my name out of his mouth as much as he can. Let me explain one thing. Corey Casey, I am here to destroy you, an' I'm here to talk mad shit while I'm doin' it. Since you're a man to up the ante, I say we do this thing No DQ's? That is unless the "Double Cage Master" is too scared?"
"Another thing, this really disturbed me about your interview this week. Stop me if I didn't hear you right, but did I hear you talk about the view of the mountians, and the fresh air? Brah, I ain't steppin' in the ring with no doo-doo chaser. That had to be the most female way to start a radio interview? What da' fuck... do you live in Candyland or somethin'? I would worry less about the scenes that you see, and how beautiful you think they are, and I would worry about what you're gonna do about the next IWF champion."
"After all if things go a certain way, we could be in the ring against one another once more sooner then you think? Corey Casey and SNM for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship? I mean, it would be a sight to see? That's if I let you survive tonight. You see, I just got out of sitting in a cage. No, not the type of cage that Corey Casey is used too... the type of cage I'm used too.I have a lotta issues I gotta work out, and for every dollar I had to spend to get out? Well, let's just say that's another dollar added to your beatdown. I did the calculations, and right now... the way I see it? Shit, my man Corey Casey is up to a fourty-three thousand dollar ass-whoopin'!"
"Now if I go in there and buy a soda from the vending machine? Well, we're jus' gonna have to tax that too his ass-whoopin as well? Back to your interview, because there is still a few things that Sho' has to comment on."
"Corey Casey is right, I did call James Shark a house nigga, and I did get under Shark's skin. However, lemme' make this a point, Corey Casey, I ain't James Shark. If you think James Shark was a hot head wait until that bell rings. I'm already ready for the Highschool Hell match. Tonight, I gotta' show the IWF why SNM is the number one contender for the belt that James Shark has around his anorexic waist."
"Shit, let me back even more though? A few weeks ago I do an' interview on Funkmaster Flex's mixtape hour, and now we got twenty other niggas' doing radio show interviews. Stop copyin', that shit is so lame. Everyone wants to corporate thug since I came to IWF. It's like everyone wants to be superstar status. Only Sho' No can reach that status... wait my bad... Only Sho' an' Serai' can reach that status.I am the originator, and don't get me wrong..."
SNM pauses for a moment, and looks around the parking lot. In SNM's mind you always had to be on point.SNM finishes scoping the IWF arena parking lot, and then he turns back to the IWF.com interviewer.
"I'm not gonna' say that I was the first to go on a radio show, because then I wouldn't be real. I will say this though, nobody in the IWF is even worthy to be on a radio-show. We see James Shark went on there last week... fail, brah!! Now Corey Casey goes on, and talks all this cupcakes, and rainbows... when I was in my prime shit? Please, you should wish you were in your prime, because I am! I don't want you to say it was the same problem Serai told me Sharky had when it came to the bedroom? I don't want to hear that you simply can't perform...?"
"Our match tonight Corey Casey, I'm gonna' show you what happens when they put a 'has been' in the ring with a superstar who is built to shine! Bring whateva' you got, because as it stands now... I still ain't lost. That loss in my record, that loss is because I put it there if anything. I haven't been pinned yet, but can you be the man to do it? Betta' yet... this is almost like a challange. Corey Casey I beg you to try an' make SNM tap-out. I want you to try and put my back on that mat, and I want you try and throw me in your submission. Sho' No don't tap out, an' you can bank on that! From show no mercy to show no fear, here comes a new one for that ass... show no surrender!"
SNM gives the IWF.com reporter an awkward look, and then speaks once again.
"I see you over there eager to ask somethin'. You're gettin' all antsy your palms are sweatin, and you're just anticipatin' it... whatcha' going to ask me?"
"Well, you mentioned that Corey Casey is a has-been? Lately, Casey's been destroying everything in his path with ease... in fact, some are saying he's getting back to his old ways? Do you really look at him as a has-been?"
SNM looks up in the air a bites his lip thinking hard for a moment, he looks over at Serai with a confused look on his face. he scratches his head for a moment, and then he moves his hand to his chin, resting it there for a short moment. SNM speaks once more.
"Look, I really don't know the mans track record. I know he beat Sharky a couple weeks ago, and he beat Steel Angel at Nowhere To Run. Sharky, well... you know my opinion on him. As for Steel Angel, I tagged with the man, but I haven't faced him. I'm not gonna' take anything away from him, but I will say that to me... Corey Casey's wins are not impressive."
"As for dudes past? Whateva' he did, an' whatever he accomplished was in exactly what it was. That happened in the 'past', so when I say he's a has-been? I can say that fits well. What he needs to do is take care of them twins. Ya' never know, because the way SNM does things... his ol' lady might be next?"
Sho' No Mercy shoots a stare over at Serai for a moment breaking of from talking to the IWF.com reporter for a moment, and smiles at her. He let's out a wink.
"Jus' playin'!"
"Anyway, to me that would be what I find impressive. As for his ol' lady, well, I ain't at all concerned for that. You can keep ya' ol' lady Corey, I'm out to break legends down. I'm out to show exactly why, I'm da' new big movement in IWF. The crazy thing is I can do this wit' just Serai behind me. You, however, you had big plans for James Shark... or so you said? The Upper Limit was dead before it even started. If IWF had a lamest crew assembled award, well, you would be winning an' award for that. After all the awards season has entered upon us."
"As I said before, I might have caused a little friction with the whole Upper Limit? If you really think about it though... with the personalities that you combined, it was a disaster waiting to happen. I simply did what I planned to do. I came through, and I just sped the process up. I think all the fans of the IWF are really thanking me deep down inside."
"An I really know why you're mad, Corey? You're mad cause I took away all your puppets. You're mad at the fact that you thought that you could assemble somethin' that was under your control. Well, you dumb motha' fucka... look at you now? After tonight, retirement might be you're only option?"
"As for anything else?"
SNM looks at Serai.
"Let's go in here, an' hit the grill area an' get some grub. Don't worry, we're jus' gonna tax it to the ass-whoopin' I gotta' give good ol', 'redemption is mine', Corey Casey tonight anyway."
"You got this one in the bag, papa, hands down."
Serai Leone steps over to SNM, and wraps her arms around his waist. She then rubs up his stomach from under his shirt really quick. SNM looks at the IWF.com reporter and smirks. Then he gives a wink as if to say he's got it like that. The couple then begin to stroll through the IWF arena parking lot to enter the arena...
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