Guest Thoth Report post Posted April 18, 2002 Immediately after Storm last Friday- Through a plain door marked “Da Pound,” a lone cameraman steps quietly. Even with the bulky camera the shoulders, he has put in many years at this job at the SWF, even though the SWF has only been around for a couple months, and the IGNWF a year and a half before that. He sidles in, and gives the viewers a good shot of an enraged HVille Thugg. “Goddamn that punk-ass bitch!” Yells Thugg, at the top of his lungs. “When I get my hands on him, I’m-a straight up wreck his shit!” “Yo! Thugg, Calm down!” The voice is Jay Dawg’s, and he is trying to get Thugg to relax, for fear of him going nuclear apeshit and breaking things. “You’ll get another shot at him! Relax!” Sacred doesn’t seem to be having any effect, as Thugg continues to pace wildly, sweat dripping down his brow in droves. “Come on, nigga. Dawg’s right. You gonna split his grill, and we all know you gonna split his grill. But right now, you need to chill. Crack a forty o’ sumthin.” Thugg turns his head in the direction of the voice, and screams at Perfect Bo, flecking spittle on the hardcore icon’s face. “CHILL? ARE YOU TRIPPIN’, NIGGA? THAT LOOSE-ASS BITCH HIT ME WIT’ A CHAIR! NO MOTHAFUCKA HITS ME WITH A CHAIR AN’ WALKS AWAY, FA’ SHO!” Sacred, Jay Dawg, and Bo all take a step back, to give Thugg air, and for their own personal safety. JD twiddles his thumbs, and Sacred moves away. Bo mutters “shit” under his breath. The entire room is permeated with the stench of Thugg’s sweat and the sound of his heavy breathing. A knock on the door breaks the awkward and terrifying silence. “Yo, who is it?” asks Thugg aggresively and forcefully. After a pause, the response from a feminine voice: “It’s me, Damien... can I come in?” The HVille Thugg straightens out immediately. “Uhh, yeah, come on in, Sarah.” Mistress Sarah, dressed somewhat conservatively, walks in the door, with all eyes on her, including the camera’s. She walks toward Thugg, ignoring the other’s glances. Finally, Bo picks up. “Yo playa, don’t mind if we bounce on ya?” “Naw, s’ cool. Just hit me up on my cell later.” The entire contingent of Da Pound exits the room, leaving Thugg and Sarah all alone. And, oh yes, the cameraman. “Damien, are you hurt? I saw you take those chairs to the head... are you okay?” Thugg... er, Damien rubs his head, at the sore spot where the cheap steel made contact. “Yeah... I’m fine. Ain’t the first time someone’s tried to take me out like that. So... what’s up?” Sarah sighs as she uncrosses her arms from her chest and brings them down to her sides. Damien sits down on the table, looking expectantly. “I came by because...” Sarah trails off... “Because?” asks Damien? Sarah sighs and speaks. “Well, do you want to go out tonight... perhaps?” Damien lets a smirk wash across his face for the first time that day. “Sure, Sarah. I think I’d like that. Just lemme take care of a few more things on my end, and then we can have a night out.” “Alright!” Sarah smiles... almost giggly, a far cry from her ring persona. “Then... I’ll see you later?” “Sure, Sarah. Sure,” says Damien, with a wink. Sarah almost bounces out of the room, leaving Thugg alone... With the cameraman. “Yo, what’chu still be doin’ here? Get to steppin’!” The cameraman does not move, continuing to shoot footage. “What, you deaf? I said... get to steppin’.” The cameraman doesn’t budge. Angry, Thugg gets up off the table and storms toward the cameraman. “A’ight, I’m gonna give you one more chance to get the fuck outta my sight, before I take your shitty little head and palm through that fuckin’ wall over there!” Silence. Then the cameraman speaks. “I’m not going anywhere.” He tosses the camera aside, to reveal a head of long red hair that covers his face somewhat, and a peculiar mix of a scowl and a smirk. Thoth holds his ground, though he bends his knees for support. “You must some kind of death wish,” says Thugg, as he prepares to wrap his hands around Thoth’s neck and choke the life out of the Balancer. “I didn’t come unprepared,” replies Thoth, and Lady Red opens a closet door from the inside, ninjatou in hand, and gets behind the reigning world champ. Thugg looks over his shoulder, and halts his advance. “I came to deliver a warning,” says Thoth. “Stubby is going to fall, and everything he controls is going to fall. We’re going to demolish everything he believes in, because he betrayed us. Thugg, you know what it’s like. To put your trust into someone, and watch it get shattered. We don’t stand for that.” Lady Red continues to brandish the ninjatou as Thugg glares into Thoth’s eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about your philospohical bullshit. The way I see it, with Stubby on our side, we can straight drop bombs and anyone we damn sure wanna! And you pale-ass punks can’t do shit!” “Thugg... we’re here to help. We’re not asking you to join us. We’re just delivering a word of warning. We’re not like the Carnival, Thugg; we don’t play nice with foam toys. And as big, and as tough as you may be... you’re still human.” Thoth looks into Thugg’s eyes, searching for something. “I’m wasting my time. Red! Ikuzo!” Lady Red brandishes the ninjatou, looking at the big man through narrowed slits as the leader of the Clan exits the room, and closes the door behind him. The camera is still running. 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Guest chirs3 Report post Posted April 18, 2002 Dude! DUDE! The Thothster: 1 Da Pound: 0 Awesome awesome promo... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Insanityman Report post Posted April 18, 2002 Great stuff from the WF recently. Especially you guys... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest realitycheck Report post Posted April 18, 2002 -ahem- SMELL THE RATINGS! SMELL THE BUYRATE! SMELL THE ANGLE! Oh, wait, that's just Thugg. My mistake! Anyway, psychological warfare rules all, and I'm loving this. Poor Pound and Stubby, though. Or should that be, poor Cland and Carnival, for when they retaliate? Hmm... Anyway, nice promo. Though, I have one question: What the hell is a ninjatou? And why should Thugg be scared of it? -Z Camera men getting pretty popular these days, huh? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest BA_Baracus Report post Posted April 18, 2002 PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed); "Oh... ...it's *definitely* poor Clan and Carnival. [stubby suspends the entire Clan and Carnival without pay.] Mothernature says, shudder before his power!" Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Edwin MacPhisto Report post Posted April 18, 2002 THOTH BE BAD, YO! Super work. Goddamn, da Pound is just getting the brunt of it all. Re-sponse, re-sponse!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Report post Posted April 18, 2002 Ummmm...Thoth, as current SJL World TV Champion, and THE Steak Sauce Covered Bastard...I would just like to say that you are DA MAN! And um, Da Pound? Que? But Carnival and Clan? OH DAB, YO...it's over. WE WANT A RESPONSE! PUH-LEASE GIVE US A RESPONSE! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Perfect_Bo Report post Posted April 18, 2002 You wanted a respond from a pound member? You're going to get one... Unless you mean in Promo style, then you're going to have to wait. Thoth, that was a good one, but you done fucked with the wrong crew, dont you know we thug it out... Check it, ya may worship the devil and worship hell and what not, but you know what, we, being thugs, already live in hell. Threats and all that bullshit that you're spitting to us (Thugg mostly) we live through that with the cops and they're more demented than you... Remember this, you're minor we're major, dont step into the game if you dont know how to be a player... It's all good though, payback will come, maybe not now, but smart thugs, play the game like chess... Becareful B "Gettin hyped up since we thugs live in hell" O Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
