Rawknight 0 Report post Posted April 7, 2008 Fade in to a series of 80s news footage clips. A police photo of a Maori, face covered in tattoos – a mixture of traditional tribal, a swastika and the words “FUCK OFF”. “convicted for multiple murders. The accused was a known member of the notorious 'Mongrel Mob'..” A man rushing into a public plaza wielding a fire axe. The man dressed in a black leather jacket rushes straight for a group of similarly clad Maoris, though with red jackets and starts swinging... “a gang related incident in full view of the police” A group of young Maoris, faces blurred, passing around what appears to be a crack pipe “more young people are turning to methamphetamine, both as users and as links in the larger drug chain” The scene cuts abruptly to Va'aiga addressing the camera in front of the SWF logo. Va'aiga: Enough history. See I think somebody needed a little lesson about my background. You been watching too much New York shit. Not all us Island Boys are savages. Not like it was still 1614. Seeing kids from my school class wind up in the papers either in jail or dead. Seeing teenagers out of their head on the P startin trouble for laughs. Seeing bless flow in and cash flow out of my brothers' hands like water. Being shocked the first time I saw a gun in school. Being shocked the first time I was asked to beat someone shitless. Being shocked the first time I was asked to kill (and thank fuck I didn't). But you understand this all, right? Va'aiga pauses and takes a sip of water. Va'aiga: See the best thing about my background is... I got out. I got into pro wrestling. I moved to SoCal. I started to get a rep in something that mattered more than the streets. I started to get a rep in pro wrestling. Tag Team Champion. Hardcore Champion. Motherfuckin' WORLD CHAMPION. So this ain't about the streets. You've not got a buncha homies watching your back. And you've got no fucking' rep. Not in my world. Another sip. Va'aiga: SIN... when you walk down that entrance ramp – you're entering MY streets. When you step into that ring you're on MY turf. MY House! MY.. iwi. You wanna call me a barefoot savage? I'll stick my boot so far up your ass you can floss with my laces. You wanna call me a bitch? Maybe I'll stop hitting you when you start crying for your momma. Your name rings bells? My Lariat rings bells. That's the bell signaling another sucka down. Another victim of the lariat. And when all has been said and done, all the smoke has cleared, that's all you're gonna be. Pause. Va'aiga: BOO-YAH! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted April 8, 2008 Told yer you wouldn't like the Maori when he woke up Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
