Patty O'Green 0 Report post Posted February 8, 2007 We fly backstage where Mean Gene Okerlund is positioned in the designated interview area, which features little more then a cardboard sign with the words “intrpew airea” written in crayon taped to the wall. Hooray budget cuts! “MEAN” GENE OKERLUND Ladies and gentlemen, Gene Okerlund with you, about be joined by the team that recently earned the dubious distinction of being the shortest reigning world tag team champions in history at a time of ten minutes and twenty two seconds, The South Central Militia. Gentlemen, if you would please. The Militia saunters on the scene, an apathetic swagger evident in their deliberate steps. Marcellus Wallace's thick frame is housed in a pair of grey denim jeans, and a white tanktop. Vincent, sporting a leopard print cowboy and dark sunglasses over his green eyes, goes with a jeans only look, showcasing his twig like upper body. OKERLUND Gentlemen, last week, after going two years in the OAOAST without a tag team title shot you tasted the sweet honey of success, winning your first ever championship belt. But only ten minutes later, you swallowed the bitter pill of failure, dropping that title to the previous champions, Chicks Over Dicks. Many, would say you got what you deserved after earning your very brief reign through illicit means. But, I would very much like to explore your inner emotions during those chaotic seconds. When was the exact moment that you knew that your joyous moment was about go so terribly wrong? WALLACE I knew business was foul when I saw jester ass, Krusty the Clown whiteboy Anglesault walk on out. Never trust a dude who got himself a little bit of power, black, white, Puerto Rican, or Mexican. I learned my lesson listening to P.Diddy. That crazy fur coat wearing fool had me out there in 04 registerin' to vote for president. The cracker I picked didn't even win shit. Now these white people know where I live. I'm in the hood, I'm on the run. I'm a six foot seven nigga hidin out, and that ain't easy to do, especially when Diddy got you giving these crackers yo real name and social security number, talkin' about rockin some vote or some shit. Fuck a vote, rock me my bail money, nigga. OKERLUND Vincent Santana, your thoughts on losing your titles back to Chicks Over Dicks the same night that you won them. VINCENT We ain't got a whole lot to say, Okerlund, except this tag team gold issue ain't deaded. We ain't just gonna leave it alone like that. When those bitches came back in January, everyone was welcoming this, welcoming that. As far as we was concerned they weren't welcome in the first place, how we welcome 'em back? But we kept it cool, and just played the game like any other playa out there, waitin for our time to get our shine on. When that time came we put muscle to hustle, and made it happen. But what god giveth Anglesault taketh away, and just like that we ain't got the gold, we ain't got the cash, and we just some poor ass folks still trying to crawl our way out the hood. Now we gonna give those ho's a belated welcome. Tell 'em we gonna snatch that gold right from they waist, let our boys run a train on 'em, then leave they brains splattered out on the trolley track. OKERLUND That is repulsive! You should be ashamed of yourself. WALLACE It ain't make no difference if you a nigga or you a ho, once you got beef with the Militia, you gonna get dealt with. Whether you a hood from the hood, or a Celebrity from Hollywood, you gonna get yours. M.O.B, money over bitches. Just the way beef jumps off with the SCM VINCENT Tell 'em what beef with the SCM is, One-Eye. WALLACE What's beef? Beef is when it ain't safe to walk ya own streets. Beef is when you gotta get chauffeured around town inside a bullet proof jeep. Beef is when your daughter got to walk to school wit a team of them bodyguards. Beef is when you sleep with one eye open and one hand on a nine. Beef is when the FBI advises you not to leave ya house after dark. Beef is when you walk down the street lookin over ya shoulder, wonderin if ya next breath is about to be ya last. What's beef? That's beef. VINCENT How we settle beef? WALLACE We settle beef the way real niggas settle beef, on the street, with fists, and heat. OKERLUND And what does that mean? VINCENT That means we got a plan. With that mysterious warning, The SCM gruffly departs the scene, leaving Mean Gene to ponder what they have in store. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
