Promo

[Guest HVilleThugg]

It's 3 hours before Storm is scheduled to hit the airwaves worldwide, and tons of SWF staff and Garrett Coliseum Event staffers hastily put the finishing touches on the arena.  Meanwhile, in Da Pound locker room, the Hville Thugg sits on a plush leather couch (perks of having the commissioner in your stable) in front of a television.  The television, however, is not on, and HVT, instead, is talking on his cell phone as he relaxes.

 

(Phone) - What are you doing there so early man?  Sacred and I haven't even left the hotel yet.

 

(HVT) - You wouldn't believe it bro.  Last Saturday, I actually set my clock back an hour instead of forward.  I've been 2 hours early for everything all freakin' week dogg.

 

(Phone) - Yeah, that was smart bro.

 

(HVT) - Shut up beeatch.  It's an honest mistake.  When yall gettin' here bro...I'm bored than a mug.

 

(Phone) - Shit, I don't know.  Probably in like an hour.

 

(HVT) - Shit...what am I supposed to do till then?

 

(Phone) - You should go talk to that hot new makeup lady.  She's fine as shit.

 

(HVT) - True...I think I might do that.  But check it yo, I can't wait for tonight man...cause it's gonna be on.

 

(Phone) - Yeah?

 

(HVT) - Yeah man.  I can't even tell you what I'm gonna do to Thoth.  I'm gonna make him my bitch, for real.

 

(Phone) - Oh, I know...and you know we got your back on that.

 

(HVT) - For real, I ain't even gonna need it.  Thoth can't see me...

 

(Phone) - Yeah...

 

*BEEP*

 

(HVT) - Yo, I'll catch yall when you get here.  I got another call.

 

(Phone) - Aight...peace.

 

(HVT) - Peace.

 

*CLICK*

 

(HVT) - Yo, holla at me.

 

(Phone) - Yo son...it's me.

 

(HVT) - Yo, what up Bo.  Where you at?

 

(Bo) - On my way there now kid.

 

(HVT) - Oh?  True.  Yo, I got some shit fo us to get into when you get here.  We gonna have some fun, like back in da day.

 

(Bo) - Oh for real?  That's tight son...word.

 

(HVT) - Also, there's this fine ass make up lady in here.  I'm gonna holla at her in a minute.

 

(Bo) - Oh, I heard that chick's married yo.

 

(HVT) - So?

 

(Bo) - I'm sayin, son...you just gonna kick it to her, even though she's married?

 

(HVT) - Of course cuz.  What her man got to do wit me?  I'll bang dat nigga out if he step.

 

(Bo) - I don't know man, that's kinda wrong.

 

(HVT) - What man?  You goin' pussy on me?

 

(Bo) - {sigh} Nah man.  I'm just sayin'...if somebody ran up on my wife like that, I'd...I'd...well yo, I'd kill dat fucker.

 

(HVT) - Uhhh, damn son.  That's harsh, don't you think?

 

(Bo) - No.  Dat's the fam son.  Don't fuck wit the fam...anyone did that shit to me yo, dat nigga's dead.

 

(HVT) - I'll keep that in mind yo...

 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

 

(HVT) - Come in!  No, not you...someone's at the door.

 

The door slowly opens and HVT's jaw hits the floor.

 

(Bo) - Who is it?

 

(HVT) - ...

 

(Bo) - Yo!  Who is it son?

 

HVT simply stares in the doorway with a look of utter shock on his face.

 

(Bo) - Yo?  Where you at kid?

 

(HVT) - Yo man, umm...I'm gonna have to call you back.

 

(Bo) - Ok?  You ok man?

 

(HVT) - Ummm...I'll just catch you when you get here.

 

(Bo) - Ok son...

 

(HVT) - Peace.

 

*CLICK*

 

(HVT) - Hi.

 

The camera pans over to the doorway and shows the slender, beautiful figure of Mistress Sarah standing in the doorway.

 

(Sarah) - Hi.

 

The two former lovers stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, the awkwardness of the moment peaking to levels never thought possible.

 

(HVT) - What are you doing here?

 

(Sarah) - Ummmm...I...I...I...Look.  This isn't easy for me, but I've come to apologize.

 

HVT's eyes get as large as dinner plates, as an apology from Sarah wasn't even on the list of things he expected her to say...so much so that Thugg has completely broken character.

 

(HVT) - Ummmm, I'm confused.

 

(Sarah) - I know we left each other on the worst of terms.  We both said and did a lot of things that...well, I know that I said and did a lot of things out of anger.

 

(HVT) - Yeah...

 

(Sarah) - The entire time I was thinking to myself...wondering...contemplating if I had made a mistake by leaving you.  But then you didn't call or write or do anything to try and make it work, and that confirmed it for me.

 

(HVT) - Sarah, I didn't...

 

(Sarah) - Please Damien.  It took a lot for me to come over here.  Please just let me finish.

 

HVT nods, his face still in shock.

 

(Sarah) - I just found out that you wrote me letters, a lot of letters.  Caisha hid them from me.  She was always jealous of our relationship, and I guess she thought that if I saw the letters, we'd get back together.  I mean, she...I mean I...I was just so angry...so hurt.  But, now I am...I...I just don't know what to think.  But I felt that I owed you an apology for the way I acted and...and just everything.  I...I...I'm sorry.  I know that you're all busy now...the world champion and Da Pound and all that, so I'll just go.  I just wanted you to know that I never stopped loving you...not for one second.  That's why it hurt so bad.  So...ummm, I guess I'll see you around or something.

 

Sarah turns to the door, a tear forming in her eye, while Thugg drops his head and looks at the ground.  She turns the knob and opens the door, slowly stepping though it.

 

(HVT) - Sarah.

 

His voice stops her just before she closes the door.  She slowly turns back to face Damien, fighting desperately to hold back the tears.

 

(HVT) - Sarah.  Ummm...I...well...I'm sorry too.

 

He looks up into her face, and when their eyes meet, something happens.  I can't describe it...but it was something.  Whatever it was, it brings a small smile to Sarah's face as a tear rolls down her cheek.

 

(HVT) - I...I can't point to exactly where we went wrong, but I know that not a day goes by when I don't wish it hadn't.  I never stopped loving you...never.  I wrote you a lot of letters, but that doesn't matter right now.

 

Sarah stands in the doorway, staring at HVT...no, Damien, as he completely breaks down the ghetto, thug-life, character and speaks from the heart.

 

(HVT) - So, now what?

 

(Sarah) - I don't know.  I didn't come here with any intentions or anything like that.  

 

(HVT) - I don't' know if we can go back to the way things used to be Sarah...but, I do know that it doesn't have to end here.  I know we can't start over either, but...I don't know.  I don't know if I can trust you...I don't know if I can trust me.  

 

(Sarah) - {sigh} Well, I understand.  I don't know either.  That's not why I came.  I've already said what I wanted to say, so...well...so...ummm...I guess it's goodbye Damien.

 

Sarah turns back to the door, a little dejected, but still happy that she got all that off her chest.

 

(HVT) - Sarah!  Wait...

 

Sarah turns around again...

 

(HVT) - Ummm...there's a couple hours before the show.  You...ummm, you wanna go grab a bite to eat?

 

HVT smiles at her, and they stare at each other for a moment.  

 

(Sarah) {smiling} I'd like that very much.

 

HVT breaks the moment by getting up off the couch, picking up his cell phone that he dropped when she came in the room, and moving slowly to the door.  They leave together for the first time in months, but before they close the door, HVT stops.

 

(HVT) - Just a second.

 

He hustles over to the coffee table, grabs a conveniently placed piece of blank paper, and scribbles on it...

 

"Went out to handle some old school biz.  Back for the show.  HVT"

 

(HVT) - Ok...let's go.

 

With that, Sarah and Damien leave the locker room...not a couple...not even really friends yet, but it's different, that's for sure.  Who knows what the future will bring for them, but right now...it's all good.

 

 

To Be Continued...

[Guest TheSatanicAngel]

S'all good.  Wonderful promo, Thugg.  Now, Munich, that's old school.  

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Innnnteresting.  Like those phone conversations, and the resurgence of Sarah/Thuggness...intriiiiguing.

 

Man, Thugg's getting pulled every which way these days.  He's a busy boy...but isn't that the way it always is?  Sharp and classy promo, and a really good complement to Sarah's.

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

Awwww....sweet, heelish love blossoming in the spring. Ok, maybe I'm getting ahead of you guys, but don't try and deny it.

 

Very nice promo.

[Guest Zero_Cool]

I couldn't read that shite because everything turned into question marks....sorry man..but I think it's like "hey it's Sarah and Thugg hanging out!!  I bet they're gonna get back together!"

[Guest Zero_Cool]

wait, it's good..

 

nevermind my last post..old school!!

[Guest chirs3]

Thugg and Sarah sittin' in a tree...

[Guest Zero_Cool]

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

 

First comes love, then comes marriage...

[Guest crusen86]

Thugg can write?

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

{Thugg singing to Sarah} Picture us married, you and me,

K-I-S-S-I-N-G, I remember the first time, girl you and me,

F-U-C-K-I-N-G...

 

Thugg nice shit...  Interesting Promo from TOP to BOTTOM...

 

B "Knows how setimental Thugg can get, he tried to hit on me." O

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"[stubby wretches violently.]

 

This *can't* be going anywhere good.

 

Mothernature says, what happened?  She fell asleep halfway through..."

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Thanks for the lovely sentiments there Stubbs...

 

Hey, I can't be all "Yo"s, "Bitch"s, and "Fuck you"s all the time.

 

Da "saying shut up, he's trying to get some" H

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Yes...getting some is important.

 

But with Sarah?

 

Blech!  I didn't know you were so desperate!

 

Mothernature says something..."