King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted March 6, 2007 Cut to one of the dusty Texas trails outside the arena (or 'roads' as I understand the natives call them), where away from the action The South Central Militia sit. Much like their every day lives back in South Central, L.A, the duo sit on the curb as the world passes them by, the perfect time and place for them to discuss their future career plans. WALLACE GOD-DANG IT!! And suddenly, Marcellus Wallace stands up and kicks up some dirt in frustration. Vincent Santana looks up at One Eye, still nursing a few war wounds from the outrageous Battle Of Los Angeles at Syndicated a week and a half ago, shaking his head solemnly. WALLACE I ain't takin' this shit no more! I ain't sittin' here no more lettin' the grass grow underneath these ice creams like a punk-ass bitch, waitin' for an opportunity to walk up and slap me around the face. That's not how I do! I slap bitches around, not the other way round. They get all up on my shit try'na grind a dollar outta my pocket down at the strip joint. And I slap those hoes down! Because that's how I do! I'm Marcellus Wallace and I keep my pimp hand strong! But I can't do that no more. I can't do that no more, cause I'm all outta that scratch. I'm straight broke like MC Hammer. Twenty six THOUSAND dollars, man! Twenty six grand we gave 'dem suburban hoes and those Tibet sons'a bitches! And what have we got to show for it? (collars a passer-by) What have we got to show for twenty-six God-dang K!? Not a dang thing, that's what! Wallace releases the passer-by's collar and he immediately runs for his life. VINCENT You think I don't know that!? Shit man, that damn router cost me a straight 50 down on the corner of 86th street! I knew we shouldn't have shelled out for that broadband dip! WALLACE Wouldya shut the hell up about the muthafuckin' broadband already! The cracka in the store told me that's what we needed! If you hadn't'a taken so long out back tryna work out which wire was connected to the god-dang mains... An awkward silence falls over the duo, Wallace sitting back down on the curb and kicking up some more dust (hey, my only references for Texas were old Westerns). WALLACE Those few minutes we had them Tag straps in our hands, it was like a fresh shot of weed to some white boy college mama's boy man, it got me hooked like THAT! *snaps fingers* South Central finally hit the world. We done made it. Then, just like that, we got raided. We got straight up raided like a coupla BITCHES! Shit like that don't happen to us. When we take, we take for life, we ain't never gonna give no bitches a second chance to get back what they couldn't hold onto in the first place! I still got Malibu's real wedding ring, ya heard? When I finds the right ho, she gonna be checkin' that bling, not no rich white girl! When we take, we takes for life. But we ain't got no Tag straps no more! We ain't never gonna see a Tag Title shot again, you recognise? We gonna be laid up in our cold, cold concrete graves before The Man gives us another crack at 'dem white bitches. Hell, they ain't gonna give us no title shots period! They got about twenty straps round here and we ain't in no contention for any of 'em! We out in the cold! VINCENT So, what we gonna do about it? I'll tell ya what we're gonna do. We gonna get down for ours! The Man ain't gonna give us our shots? Well, screw that, we don't need no shots, we call our our motherfuckin' shots round here. We be straight South Centralin', we don't need no handouts! WALLACE Whatchu sayin'? VINCENT I'm sayin', we gonna get our gold and we gonna get it tonight! The Man ain't gonna help us make it, so we gonna straight take it! South Central style! Standing up from the curb, The SCM pump fists and turn back to the arena entrance, One Eye still looking a little confused as we head back inside. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted March 6, 2007 This one should be a couple of segments after the one above. I'll have the match later, which'll obviously go later in the show. Did I really need to spell that out? Probably not. Ah well. COLE Alright, let's go backstage where one of our endless fleet of backstage announce people will be standing by. Take it away, miscellaneous interviewer! Back we go to the interview set, where Maria is the lucky interview personality getting a paycheck this week, standing by with the 24/7 Champion, Bohemoth. MARIA Hi Bo! Wanna talk? BOHEMOTH Seems like the thing to do in this sorta situation, yeah. MARIA Okay! So, you've been to Japan recently. Was it nice? BOHEMOTH Uhm... well, yeah, actually it was. I got my first real break over there, winning the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship nearly two years ago. And ever since then, I've always been given a warm welcome in Japan. But, it's also good to be back here in the OAOAST, to concentrate on another title. That title being the OAOAST World Heavyweight Championship. Clearly confused, Maria chews on her fingernail while she mulls something over in her head. MARIA Buuuut... isn't that Italian guy the World Champion? Your belt says '24/7' on it. BOHEMOTH Very astute Maria. Yeah, I'm the 24/7 Champion. But now I'm back, I've got my sights set on finally becoming the OAOAST World Champion too. Which is why I'm entering that Money In The Bank Battle Royal at AngleMania VI. In front of 60,000 plus people in the Skydome. And trust me Maria, if I get a contract to fight the World Champion whether it's Drek Stone or Zack Malibu, I'm not gonna sit on it for months. I'm gonna cash that in as... "OIII!" Lowering his orange-tinted sunglasses, Bohemoth looks around to the source of the interruption. That source being JAMIE O'HARA, The Birmingham Bad Boy striding over cockily. O'HARA Easy there geezer, don't be gettin' so many big ideas. You ain't winnin' that Battle Royal mate. Coz, I'z just come from 'Sault's office an' he's put me, Johnny an' Scotty in the runnin', innit! BOHEMOTH In English please? O'HARA WOT!? I is English, prick! BOHEMOTH Listen, I suggest you watch your mouth. You and The GPX are gonna be in that Battle Royal? I'm happy for you. But you'd better stay out of my way, because from the looks of things you're about a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet and I could probably throw you out of Skydo... *CRAAACK!!* "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Suddenly, Bohemoth goes flying forwards and O'Hara goes flying too as a result! Standing over the 24/7 Champion are MARCELLUS WALLACE, wielding a now dented steel chair in his hands, VINCENT SANTANA next to him holding referee Charles Robinson by the collar. Quickly, Robinson joins the pile of bodies on the floor, thrown down by Vinny while Marcellus forces Bohemoth onto his back and makes a cover... WALLACE COUNT, CRACKA! "ONE!" COLE Marcellus is trying to win the 24/7 Title! "TWO!" BROKEN UP BY JAMIE O'HARA!! Marcellus looks shocked for a moment as O'Hara jumps to his feet and adopts a quick fighting stance, POed at being knocked down earlier and ready to make somebody pay. The South Central Militia just look confused. VINCENT You got a death wish mister studio gangsta!? O'HARA Yo' mother! WALLACE Yo, he's talkin' bout your momma Vinny! VINCENT Not for much longer he ain't! And just like that, The SCM pounce on O'Hara! The young Englishman gets overwhelmed with clubbing overhands and short knees, until Bohemoth climbs to his feet, retrieving the steel chair that was cracked over his back and THROWING his sunglasses to the floor! Vincent quickly spots Bo coming and grabs Marcellus... *WHOOSH!* ...pulling him JUST out of the way of a wild chairshot and dragging him away from the conflict. VINCENT You just made this personal, bitches! You wanna go!? You wanna go with us!? We'll see you two bitches in the ring! South Central, we representin'! WALLACE You [i]dead[/i], bitches! The South Central Militia quickly retreat off in the distance, not fancying a battle with a two hundred, eighty plus pound monster with a chair in hand much. Bohemoth watches on with O'Hara at his feet, as we fade back to the ringside. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
