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Post by brunofalcone on May 1, 2011 23:06:57 GMT -5
International Title Match
You four rp here
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Post by Leroy "The Hammer" Jackson on May 4, 2011 15:25:42 GMT -5
(We go inside the GWA Headquarters where Leroy Jackson is sitting down with Joel Garcia.)
Joel Garcia: First off thank you for taking time out too be with us Mr. Jackson.
Leroy Jackson: Sure whatever dawg.
Joel Garcia: First off what do you think about being drafted to Thunder?
Leroy Jackson: I love it.
Joel Garcia: Love it? Why love it?
Leroy Jackson: Who's running Thunder?
Joel Garcia: Levi Hershey is.
Leroy Jackson: Exactly a black man!
Joel Garcia: OK?
Leroy Jackson: Listen homie, I'm tired of dealing with the man.
Joel Garcia: The man?
Leroy Jackson: WHITE PEOPLE!
Joel Garcia: Well I'm not white, so please explain.
Leroy Jackson: I'm tired of my people always taking a back seat. So it's nice to see a black man in charge.
Joel Garcia: Well we have a black president.
Leroy Jackson: Who's half white! No he's really not black now is he?
Joel Garcia: Well I guess not.
Leroy Jackson: Alright then.
Joel Garcia: Is this why you're against Ric Blanchard?
Leroy Jackson: It's some of it.
Joel Garcia: Well you guys business partner is Mr. Freeman, and well he's black.
Leroy Jackson: A black man who bows to the white man, so no thanks.
Joel Garcia: Well OK... What's your take on your match coming up?
Leroy Jackson: Well we got some retarded Brit, an old man and one of my own.
Joel Garcia: you must mean Troy "The Baller" Franklin?
Leroy Jackson: Yeah but for some reason he runs around with Chris Future, so he can have him.
Joel Garcia: Did prison do this too you?
Leroy Jackson: SCREW YOU JOEL. We're Done!
(Leroy gets up and leaves, as we fade to black.)
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Post by "Hotstuff" Chris Future on May 5, 2011 20:46:09 GMT -5
(For the first time in years the GWA camera's return to the ever famed "Hotstuff International" nothing has changed since their last visit some 4yrs ago. The same double doors, marble floors and the same desk right inside the door. As the camera's move through the hall they finally come across Chris Future's office, this is when Pappy Woods knocks on the door.)
Knock...
Knock...
Knock...
(Chris looks at his clock and notices that this is when GWA Interviewer Pappy Woods was scheduled to show up.)
Chris Future: It's open Pappy.
(Pappy opens the door as he and the camera crew enter the room.)
Pappy Woods: Thanks for having us!
Chris Future: Sure not a problem.
Pappy Woods: If I may, I was told how nice this place was. Words do it no justice, amazing building.
Chris Future: Thank you.
Pappy Woods: No problem. So if we may, jump right into it?
Chris Future: Sure.
Pappy Woods: First off the burning question everyone has. What's brought you back to the GWA?
Chris Future: Well before I answer let me smash the rumors....
1) No I'm not broke and in need of money, as you can see from around you I'm doing well.)
2) No Vinny did call me to come save the GWA. The GWA is kicking ass. Sure some of the talents need to pick up their games, but without me the GWA is just fine.
3) No I'm not here due to a mid life crisis.
Pappy Woods: OK your reason?
Chris Future: My phone rang about 6 months ago and I was informed that the GWA was back. Now I was following it over the summer and wow, amazing! They had some awesome talents I'll tell you. Still nothing as special during my hay day when the Cartel battled the Royal Horsemen, but close. Even then I considered a return but it wasn't in me. Then my phone rang again earlier this month and of all people it was The Baller. We got too talking, long story short we called the GWA and contracts were signed.
Pappy Woods: Are you two a tag team?
Chris Future: Tag team, alliance whatever. But to answer your question we've got each others backs.
Pappy Woods: I'm sure GWA loyalist will question how real the friendship is considering the past you two have.
Chris Future: Yeah our past is beyond dark.
Pappy Woods: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you more or less become a pro wrestler over night because of The Baller.
Chris Future: Yes.
Pappy Woods: Would it be OK to go into some details on this issue?
Chris Future: Sure why not.
Pappy Woods: Great, by all means go ahead.
Chris Future: Alright. Back in 2001 when the GWA first started a four man group arrived within the first week, those four men were Brien Cage, The Dean, Scott Powers and my older brother Danny Future. Together they formed the Royal Horsemen. The four of them were the biggest crowd pleasers any promotion had ever seen.
Pappy Woods: Then what happened?
Chris Future: Well first Danny won the GWA Cruiserweight Title, he'd been champion for wel over a month and took on all comers. Well one night on a Monday Night Madness, Danny was booked to face a new guy in the GWA who was just 3-0 at the time in The Baller with the title on the line.
Pappy Woods: Right....
Chris Future: In the end, Baller was able to take the title from my brother. So what Danny lost a title all was well he could just take it back. But two days later at Wednesday Night Breakout, it was revealed Danny had been booted from the Royal Horsemen and replaced by The Baller.
Pappy Woods: Wow.
Chris Future: Clearly Danny was pissed, and he sought his revenge. Then at Saturday night Catastrophe Danny had his rematch and again came up short. His loss allowed for the leader of the Royal Horsemen Brien Cage to speak and say that this latest win only cements the Horsemens decision on hiring Baller and firing Danny.
Pappy Woods: Ouch.
Chris Future: It was that second loss, the firing from the Royal Horsemen and the statement Cage made that drove Danny to feeling suicidal. Danny would go to a cliff and jump just 36 hours after the loss. Danny survived the loss, but remains paralyzed from the waist down to this day as a result.
Pappy Woods: I'm so sorry to hear that. I like so many others have no idea of the history here.
Chris Future: It was that event that made me become a professional wrestler and join the GWA and get revenge for my brother. Until that moment I wasn't a wrestler. I was nothing more then a sparring partner for Danny. Baller and I had our rounds beating the hell out of each other. Now even though the Royal Horsemen were crowd pleasers and played by the rules, I knew I alone couldn't contend with them. Thus I made a few phone calls and brought in some talent from Joey Falcone's former Mexican Wrestling Federation.
Pappy Woods: OK?
Chris Future: Those talents are now all Hall of Famers. Bryce Fuller, Jesse Riggs, Blake Porter and Ricky Idol.
Pappy Woods: Awesome.
Chris Future: This tilted the odds in our favor 5 to 4. And this is when the Horsemen saw a major change, and more or less played a game of musical chairs.
Pappy Woods: Musical Chairs?
Chris Future: Scott Powers up and vanished without a trace, to this day I have no idea where he is. This made the Horsemen scramble for a replacement, and they went through several just to name a couple Viper, Big Kev, man there was so many.
Pappy Woods: I take it, it was this that ended it?
Chris Future: Not even close. Hell it really was just getting started.
Pappy Woods: Crap....
Chris Future: You see Baller still had the Cruiserweight Title, and he had been at war with my best friend "Party Express" Ricky Idol...
Pappy Woods: The first ever GWA Hall of Famer?
Chris Future: Correct.
Pappy Woods: Thought so...
Chris Future: Anyway, these three had a title match, in a 3 stages of hell, the last stage was a casket match.
Pappy Woods: Damn.
Chris Future: And well Baller won, and Ricky did more than just lose.
Pappy Woods: Yes I'm aware. Please explain for those who are unaware.
Chris Future: When the casket was opened, Ricky wasn't breathing. He was rushed to the hospital where he died some time later. His death hit me and Joey Falcone's oldest son the hardest. Sonny Falcone, would return to his hotel room and for lack of a better explanation, blew his brains out. While I was down for weeks. But it was the death of Ricky Idol that made me and Baller enemies for years.
Pappy Woods: I'd think.
Chris Future: But after a few years I took Ricky's widow and daughter to dinner. And well Dakota, Ricky's daughter who was just 11 told me to forgive Baller. Thus I had no option. I had to forgive the man since my God-Daughter asked me too.
Pappy Woods: Totally understandable.
Chris Future: And yes before you ask me and Baller have been down this road before only to hate each other again later.
Pappy Woods: So what will make this different?
Chris Future: It's been years now, and we've grown from things. Now as veterans, it's time to be focused.
Pappy Woods: Awesome and now you've got a title match first night back, and ironically enough Baller is involved.
Chris Future: No matter what, myself or Baller will leave as champion!
Pappy Woods: Oh?
Chris Future: There is no way in hell some British fool, or some stick it too the man preaching fool is going to stop us, but with that I must end this interview. I'm a busy man.
Pappy Woods: Well thanks for the time.
Chris Future: No problem.
(The two shake hands as Pappy turns and leaves...)
[Fade to Black]
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Post by Rob Winter on May 6, 2011 13:25:46 GMT -5
(Our scene begins inside a room decorated as a living area, but clearly a studio to those who pay attention to detail. There are two modern black chairs as the camera's focus. In one of those chairs, GWA interviewer Joel Garcia in a plain blue suit. In the other, a relative unknown to the GWA audience, a big man with long black hair wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt adorned with skulls and Union Jacks. A bored smirk plays about his lips.)
Garcia: Ladies and gentleman, it is my pleasure to introduce to you one of the GWA's newest acquisitions, Rob Winter! Rob, let me--
Winter: That will be Mr. Winter to you, you twit.
(Winter's voice is arrogant with a heavy British accent.)
Garcia: Y-yes, of course. Mr. Winter... and, welcome to the Global Wrestling Alliance.
Winter: Right, right. I'm sure the Global Wrestling Alliance is happy to have me. After all, I was in attendance at the Paul Rowland Memorial Cup, you know. Watched it live from my SkyBox. In fact, I'm the reason that event event even took place in London. The powers that be were looking for any excuse to come try and seduce me into signing. I am, after all, the hottest prospect in professional wrestling today.
Garcia: So, what IS your opinion on being hired by the GWA and being drafted to the Thunder roster?
Winter: My opinion, you atrocious pest, is that this is one of the GWA's greatest moments. They've sought me out for years and, once the price was right, I finally opted to join them. I will finally bring some credibility to this company. A much-needed ratings boost. After seeing some of the horrible excuses for athletes in this company, I actually felt pity for Mr. Falcone. His business was in a downward spiral. He needed a hero. So he came to me.
(Rob pauses to let that statement sink in.)
Winter: I'm sure few of the GWA's core audience know who I am...
(Winter sighs and waves his hand dismissively.)
Winter: But I would expect no less from such uneducated swine. As for my role on Thunder, I think it's quite obvious that with my involvement, Thunder will soon be the flagship show.
Garcia: That remains to be seen as Thunder presents it's debut show this week. And, speaking of debuts, you'll be making your debut as well with an incredible opportunity!
(A brief pause as Rob Winter stares at an obviously uncomfortable Joel Garcia.)
Winter: I don't know what you mean, mate.
Garcia: Uh, well, your debut match will be in a four-way for the GWA International title...
Winter: Oh, right. That. Well, what can I say? Levi Hershey may dress like a peacock but he knows talent when he sees it. The title is vacant and there's no one in the roster who can truly bring prestige to it.
(Rob smiles as he leans back in his chair.)
Winter: Besides me, of course. And so he has awarded me the belt, a decision he will not live to regret.
Garcia: Now, hold on just a minute! There are three other men in that match! Troy "the Baller" Franklin, "The Hammer" Leroy Jackson, and "Hotsuff" Chris Future! It's not going to be easy!
(Winter smirks as he looks Garcia over.)
Winter: Merely a technicality, mate. Not one of them has a bloody chance! Do you know what they call me in London, Joel Garcia?
(Garcia shakes his head.)
Winter: The British Buzzsaw. Do you know WHY they call me that, Joel Garcia?
(Again, Joel shakes his head.)
Winter: Because I cut through the competition. I decimate them. At Thunder, things will be no different. This match was designed for me, a walk in the park so that I can put on a little show, get my International Championship, and make Thunder the most dominant brand in this sport... and look good doing it!
Garcia: So it's safe to say, Mr. Winter, that you're not nervous?
Winter: About what, you broken record? You don't think I've been watching GWA programming while preparing for my glorious debut? You don't think I know everything there is to know about my opponents? Troy Franklin is rubbish. He's too concerned with figuring out how to wear his cap, an art he still hasn't figured out, to be a contender for anything, much less my International Championship. Not to mention, I don't even know what a bloody "baller" is supposed to be!
Garcia: Well, it's--
Winter: Zip it, mate. I didn't say I care to know, now did I? And Leroy Jackson? He couldnt wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag. He has no business stepping into a ring with me, the best athlete the GWA has ever produced! He should go back to cleaning toilets or whatever he used to do before someone made the mistake of giving him a job here. Or better yet, go after the hardcore title with all the rest of the low-brow rubbish!
Garcia: Certainly some strong words coming fro--
Winter: Don't interrupt, Joel.
(The British Buzzsaw stares at the silent Joel Garcia for a moment before continuing.)
Winter: And, finally, Chris Future. Absolute rubbish, if you ask me. He can tell all the sap stories in the world, I don't care. This is my world and he doesn't belong in it anymore. He should have stayed gone. And after Thunder, he'll wish he had. Franklin and Future, you twits would be wise to keep your relationship to yourselves. If you two plan on forming an alliance come time for our match, that's fine. Strength in numbers and all that, I understand. But you would do well to remember that numbers mean nothing to a Buzzsaw, lads. And I'm a sharp one.
Garcia: Well, Mr. Winter, our time is almost up so--
(Winter, obviously frustrated holds up a hand to cut Joel short.)
Winter: Enough of you, Joel. I'm quite bored of this, but I would like to make an announcement before you get your annoying little hide out of my home.
(Joel sighs before responding.)
Garcia: And what would that be, Mr. Winter?
(Rob smiles and leans forward in his chair, looking straight into the camera.)
Winter: I, England's favorite son, will be dedicating my International title victory to two very close friends of mine, the newly wed Prince William and the lovely Catherine Middleton, as a wedding gift!
(Rob's smile turns to a scowl as he looks back at Joel.)
Winter: Now, get out of my home.
(The scene fades from Rob Winter's "house" as Garcia is getting up from his chair.)
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Post by Troy "The Baller" Franklin on May 7, 2011 17:43:09 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]“Believe me…no one is ready for what’s coming.”[/glow]
Ha ha…who thinks they’re ready for this? I mean no one really has a clue. If they did believe me they would be running for cover. I’m the greatest that’s ever done this sh*t. Believe that…as a matter of fact…TAKE IT TO THE BANK!!
(The scene opens up Saturday afternoon in the back on a limo. A voice can be heard but the camera isn’t showing whose talking. Whoever it is, he seems to be on the phone.)
Voice: What do you want me to say? I’m not you.
Voice (on the phone): Man I can’t believe you. I thought we agreed…
Voice: Let me stop you right there. We didn’t talk about anything. You assumed that I would follow suit. When have I ever been a follower?
Voice (on the phone): You know how sh*t goes in the GWA. It’s only a matter of time.
Voice: Two things to that. For one, Joey Falcone is no longer running the GWA. And even if he was…I didn’t have any issues with Falcone. That was your beef because you and him had a few issues.
Voice (on the phone): Brien doesn’t even want to associate himself.
Voice: Who gives a hell? I’m me and you’re you. I also don’t care about what Brien thinks. Im going to do this and that’s that.
Voice: (on the phone): You’re a wild dude man. And then I see you joining forces with Chris Future…what the hell is that? You know the history between me and that guy.
Voice: There you go again thinking this is about you. It’s not homeboy. Get that through your thick skull. Baller is back in the GWA and that’s that.
(The camera finally shows the man who’s talking. It’s Baller…the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in a GWA ring and ladies and gentleman…that’s not self-proclaimed. When it comes to this wrestling shit…it gets no better than this man.)
Voice (on the phone): I’m disappointed in you man. We were to never again mess with the GWA.
Voice: Baller never said that. Why didn’t you call me and tell me about Mitch?
Voice: I was going to get in touch with you when you got back in town from your return to the GWA.
Baller: Man that was last week.
Voice: I know…plus I saw that you had that huge match this weekend, so I didn’t want to worry you with that.
Baller: What kind of shit is that man? You know how much Mitch means to me.
Voice: My bad man. Where you at now? Are you in DC?
Baller: Yeah I’m in DC. I’m on my way to Sibley.
Voice: How long before you get there?
Baller: About twenty minutes.
Voice: I’m about an hour away but I’ll meet you there.
Baller: Cool.
(Baller gets off the phone. He seems to really be upset about the news. We start to find out why.)
Man what kind of shit is this? Mitch is sick? You know how sometimes in life you meet a dude and you think he’s untouchable? I mean nothing seem to harm him, hurt him and discourage him? That was Mitch. One of the coolest cats you’ll ever meet but he was also someone you didn’t want to cross. I met Mitch back in the day…back when life was going good, but quickly turned crazy. I remember it just like it was yesterday.
(The scene fades to a while back…hell a long while back. The scene is a high school football game. Parkdale High School versus Largo High School. The game is packed and the crowd is very much into the game. We’re now on the field and a running back is seen tearing shit up. I mean he looks like a combo of Barry Sanders and Emmit Smith…shit, Barry Smith if you ask me…lol. You then hear some of the fans talking about the running back who is out there dominating.)
Fan: Man Troy is a monster.
Fan: Parkdale High School actually has someone good enough to go to the NFL.
Fan: You aint lying. Look at him out there.
(The guy is again shown scoring another touchdown. Finally the game is over and the players make their way off the field. The camera stays with the running back, who walks over to his family and friends after the game. The give him love and congratulate him on a great game.)
Lady: Great game baby.
Boy: Thanks mom.
Guy: Yeah little brother…you did your thing out there.
Boy: Thanks Jeff.
Guy: Good game son.
Boy: Thanks dad.
(The boy chats it up with his family a little more.)
Voice: Troy! Let’s go…the rest of the team is in the locker room.
Troy: Okay guys I have to go. I’ll see you when I get home.
(For those of you who don’t know yet, Troy is Baller…back when he was in high school. Troy makes his way to the locker room and hears the coaches’ speech. After that, he gets dressed and leaves the school. A teammate of his gets a ride home from Troy. They’re now in the car, heading home. His friend Sam begins to talk about the game.)
Sam: Man you were doing your thing out there tonight.
Troy: I was huh?
Sam: 275 and four touchdowns…I would say you were.
Troy: Just doing my part man.
Sam: And some. You’re on your way fam…on your way. Just keep your head in the right place and you got it. You’re not good man…you’re great. Not on your jock or anything. Just making sure you know you’re special.
Troy: I hear it enough, don’t I? I’ve been dealing with this for life. I know how to handle it man.
Sam: I know you do. As a matter of fact…how is that possible?
Troy: You can’t let this shit go to your head man. I haven’t made it yet. You never know what can happen between now and then. So I stay leveled. When that time comes, I’ll bask but until then…I’m just regular old Troy.
Sam: I hear that. What would you do if you didn’t have sports?
Troy: I don’t know man. I’ve been playing football and basketball since I could walk. I have never given it any thought to be honest with you.
Sam: I was thinking about doing that wrestling stuff with Dean and Brien.
Troy: Yeah they said something to me about that. I have too much on my plate for that wrestling stuff though.
Sam: Yeah I feel you. Plus you wouldn’t want to pick up a fluke injury or anything like that.
Troy: True dat.
(Troy arrives at Sam’s house to drop him off.)
Sam: Later man.
Troy: Yeah I’ll be here in the morning.
Sam: What you getting into tonight?
Troy: Missy is coming over.
Sam: Oh okay.
(Sam gets out the car and Troy heads home. He arrives home and is met by Missy, his girlfriend, who is there waiting on him in the driveway as he pulls up. Troy gets out the car and kisses Missy.)
Troy: Did you see me out there, tonight?
Missy: I sure did. I have something for you too.
Troy: What?
Missy: I can’t show you out here.
Troy: Why not?
(Troy kisses Missy on the neck.)
Missy: Plus you need a shower.
(The two make their way into the house. Troy jumps in the shower, after letting his folks know that he was home, while Missy waits for him in his room. After fifteen, twenty minutes, Troy enters the room, fresh and clean.)
Troy: So you said you had something for me.
Missy: I sure do.
(Troy walks over to Missy, who is sitting on the bed. Just as they’re about to get it on, the phone rings.)
***Ring Ring***
Troy: Damn…who could that be?
(He answers the phone.)
Troy: Hello…
Voice: Troy!! Troy!! Jeff’s been shot!!
(Troy throws the phone across the room.)
Troy: Fuck!
(He runs upstairs. He burst into the room in which his mom and dad are sitting.)
Troy: Someone…someone…someone…just…someone just…
Lady: Calm down Troy…what is it?
Troy: Someone just shot Jeff!!
Lady: Oh my god!! What?!
(There is pure commotion. People are running around screaming, shouting and crying. It’s a crazy and hectic scene. You see Troy fall to his knees.)
Troy: Please god…please!! Don’t let my brother be dead…please god please!
(Baller then goes on to tell his mother about the phone call he received. The house phone again rings. This time Troy’s mother answers the phone. She gets all the details and things don’t sounds good at all. The family loads up into the cars and heads to the hospital. The scene now picks up in the hospital with the Franklin family, waiting for the doctor to come in. After about ten minutes a doctor walks in and walks up to Troy’s mother. Troy is waiting to hear word. The doctor just shakes his head. Troy’s mom drops to her knees, right in the hospital floor. Troy on the other hand, runs out of the hospital and collapses in front of the hospital, right in the middle of the street. Some of Jeff’s friends are in front of the hospital waiting to hear something, when they see Troy. They run over to him and pick him up. Troy has lost it. His older brother has just been killed. The guys try to console him but come on now…all this is fresh and nothing can console Troy at this point in time. One of the guys try to console Troy by giving him the following words.)
Guy: We know who did this. We’ll get them…don’t worry about it at all.
Troy: I want in.
Guy: Come on little man…you have a future ahead of you.
Troy: What did I say? That’s my damn brother. I want in!
(Another guys walks over to the man and snatches him up.)
Guy: Why would you tell him that? You know how Troy can be.
Troy: Don’t be mad at him Redd’s. I want in and that’s that.
(The scene fades to black with Baller getting in the car with his brother’s boys. Stay tuned for the rest of the story.)
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Post by Troy "The Baller" Franklin on May 7, 2011 17:53:15 GMT -5
“You know that you saved my life?”
(When we last left Baller he was on his way to the hospital to see an old friend, who wasn’t doing so well. Troy was also thinking back on the way he became The Baller and how this friend was responsible in a way. The story picks up with Baller walking into the hospital. Baller is well known, so you know he’s recognized when he enters the building.)
Boy: That’s Baller, mom.
Lady: Who? That’s Troy, son.
Boy: No that’s Baller…he wrestles.
Lady: Boy you know I don’t pay attention to that stuff. I don’t know why you pay attention to that fake mess.
Boy: It’s not fake mom.
Lady: Yeah and Santa Claus is real too.
Boy: Can I go get his autograph?
Lady: This is a hospital. I’m sure he has more important things to worry about right now.
Boy: Baller always makes time for his fans.
(The boy walks over to Baller and asks for his autograph. And like the boy said, Baller made time for him. After Baller signs the autograph, the boy runs back over to his mom.)
Boy: I told you, mom.
Lady: Yeah you did.
(Baller walks up to where the lady and boy are sitting.)
Baller: Hey Rashida…it’s been a long time.
Rashida: It sure has. It’s been about six years.
Baller: Yeah it has. How have you been doing?
Rashida: Ha ha…now you want to know.
Baller: Look Rashida, I’m here to see your dad. I’m not trying to get into it with you. This is a hospital and right now is not the time.
Rashida: You’re absolutely right. I’m not tripping anyway.
Baller: What room is your dad in?
Rashida: 227
(And with that, Baller heads to the room. He and Rashida obviously have a history but what kind exactly…well I guess we’ll find that out later. Baller knocks on the room door, before walking in. When he enters, there are two men in the room. There’s one in the hospital bed…that’s has to be Mitch. And the other guy is sitting in a chair, which has been pulled up to the edge of the hospital bed. The guy in the hospital bed doesn’t look to well. As a matter of fact he looks to be unconscious.)
Baller: What’s going on Brien?
(A lot of you wouldn’t know Brien Cage but if you do, you know that this is Baller old partner in crime so to say. They were stable mates when the two of them, along with The Dean, formed The Royal Horsemen…the most dominant stable to ever grace a ring.)
Cage: What’s good Baller? I was wondering how long it was going to be before you made your way down here.
Baller: I’m just getting word.
(Brien Cage stands up and walks over to Baller. The two share a hug.)
Cage: How you been man? You sure are looking good.
Baller: I’m doing well, I guess. You’re not looking too shabby yourself. Look to be in wrestling shape if you ask me.
Cage: There you go.
Baller: What? I’m just saying man…you know the fans are craving a Horsemen reunion?
Cage: Yeah but my plate is just too busy for wrestling right now. Like you, when I do it I do it to be the best. If I can’t put my all into it, I would rather not come back.
Baller: I feel you. How’s Mitch?
Cage: As you can see, he’s not going to make it. It’s just a matter of time.
Baller: Damn man. Life is funny man. It always takes the wrong people at the wrong time.
Cage: Like works in mysterious ways man. But hey, Mitch has lived a good life man. He has helped a lot of people.
Baller: You don’t have to tell me that. I remember that all too well.
(Things now go back to Baller being young. The last time we left this scene, Baller was getting in the car with his brother’s friends. Baller’s brother had just been murdered and they were on their way to retaliate.)
Redds: Man when we get here, I don’t even want you to get out of the car. We can handle this. No need in you throwing your life away.
Troy: I’m not hearing any of that shit you’re saying. These dudes or dude murdered my brother. I’m going to be the one who handles this.
Redds: You really need to chill out man.
Troy: Whatever you say man.
Driver: There them fools go right there.
Redds: Look at these fools slipping.
(The car parks and the driver turns the lights off.)
Redds: Seriously Troy…stay in the car man. We don’t have a strap for you anyway.
(Troy agrees to stay in the car, but little do the rest of the guys know, Troy has his own gun. So the four guys step out of the car, while Troy remains in the car. A shootout follows and man the gunfire is like an old western. Troy is about to get out of the car, when his brother’s friends run back to the car.)
Redds: I think we got them all.
Mike: I think one got away.
Redds: You sure?
Mike: There was four guys…we only got three.
Redds: Well let’s get out of here. We can worry about dude some other time.
Troy: No…we need to get them all.
Redds: Boy chill out!
(The car speeds off.)
Man that was a wild time in my life. It helped mold me into the person I am today though. Would I change that for the world?
(From there Troy’s life started going downhill. He was no longer the young neighborhood sports star. He has turned into a THUG…something most of his family tried to keep him from doing. You know see Troy standing on the corner, making that money. He’s out there with some of his neighborhood friends…the ones who didn’t follow that “right” path.)
Troy: This sure is easy money. I wonder why anyone would want to work when you can make money this easily.
Mark (Troy’s friend): It’s nice but it can be rough.
Troy: What are you talking about? What can be rough about this?
Mark: You haven’t been doing it long enough, that’s all. Stay in this game and you’ll soon see.
(Troy knows most of the hood looked at him as the savior. A lot of them felt that if Troy made it, they would make it. So taking advice from these dudes is something Baller reclined to do. He would recline even if that advice was good advice.)
Troy: Whatever man.
Mark: There are a lot of people who have lost their lives to these streets. Shit it happened to Jeff. Why would you think this life is all gravy? Why do you think Jeff worked so hard to keep you away from this corner? There is nothing but short glory out here in these streets. Soon you’re dead or in jail…believe that.
Troy: Well I think I’ll take my chances.
Mark: You’re your own man…do you.
(Crack head after crack head walk up to Troy. Making money couldn’t be any easier. Just then a car pulls up. It’s not a crack head. This time its Troy’s friend, Dean.)
Dean: Man what are you doing out here?
(Troy walks up to the car. He doesn’t want to allow Dean to make the scene too hot. In other words, he doesn’t want to draw attention to the corner.)
Troy: Man you need to get out of here. You don’t belong out here.
Dean: And you do? Look man this is not you. I know…
Troy: What do you know? You don’t know shit. How about you roll man?
Dean: Come down to the gym with me. My man Mitch will show you how to direct that anger.
Troy: Whatever man. I’m in the money making business. Not the wrestling and bullshit business.
Dean: I’m telling you man…give it a chance. Nothing good comes out of this life.
Troy: Later Dean
(Dean just shakes his head but he knows a drug corner is not a safe corner, so he rolls out. And he did that just in time. Next thing you know…here come the jump out boys. For those of you who don’t know what that means…well it’s the police. The corner clears like a counter top full of roaches when the lights come on. The police have to pick and choose who the chase because there are too many people on the corner. To Troy’s luck…no one chased him. Well he thought he was lucky. He would soon find out why he wasn’t as lucky as he thought. Later on that night, Troy was sitting at the table, having dinner with his folks. There’s a knock at the door. Troy goes to answer the door, while the rest of his family continues eating. A commotion is heard.)
Troy: I didn’t do anything!
Voice: Make this easy on yourself.
(Troy’s family jumps up to see what was going on.)
Lady: I’m Troy’s mom…what is going on?
Police: Your son has a very recognizable face in this area with him being a sports star. He should know that when running from police.
Lady: Running from police?
Police: Would you like to tell your mother or would you like us to tell her.
Troy: Like I said…you have the wrong man.
Police: Mam your son was seen running from a drug corner we busted today.
Lady: My son was in school today. I dropped him off myself.
(Troy looks down in shame.)
Lady: Tell me it’s not true Troy.
(Troy doesn’t believe in lying to his mom so he doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down and is lead out by police. His mom drops to her knees, crying. You now see Baller sitting in a jail cell. An officer walks up. Someone has posted your bail. You can leave. Troy just knew it was his folks but when he got to the lobby, he was surprised to see who got him out. In the lobby was Dean and Brien.)
Troy: What are you two doing here?
Dean: We came to get you out.
Troy: You two paid my bail?
Brien: No but it’s paid so be thankful.
(Just then a man comes walking into the scene.)
Man: How’s it going Troy?
Troy: It’s going good. Who are you?
Mitch: I’m Mitch.
Troy: I’ve heard a lot about you…nice to meet you. Are you responsible for me being free?
Mitch: Yes I am.
Troy: But why? You don’t even know me.
Mitch: But I knew your brother, Jeff. Yeah I used to train him before he got caught up in the streets. I was hoping to help you before you end up like him, god forbid. I’ve been talking to Dean and Brien about you coming to the gym.
Troy: For what?
Mitch: Do you listen…I just told you. Plus you have what I think are rare athletic skills and I think I can show you what to do with them.
Troy: Do you read the paper man? I don’t think I need much help with my skills.
Mitch: Football and basketball, no but I’m a MMA teacher.
Troy: MMA?
Mitch: Mixed Martial Arts. With my teachings I think you can be great.
Troy: Sorry sir but I’m not interested. I’m in need of making money. I have to help take care of the little ones Jeff left here.
Mitch: There’s money in fighting. But then again that’s only for the good fighters.
Troy: I can be a good fighter…what are you talking about?
Mitch: Be about it…don’t talk about it. I don’t believe it talk.
Troy: I’ll show you.
Mitch: Good…meet me at my gym tomorrow morning. Let’s go boys.
(Dean and Brien follow Mitch out the building, leaving Troy there. He feels he kind of owes this man, so he decides that he will show up the next morning. The scene now cuts back to Baller, sitting in the room with Brien and a sick Mitch.)
Baller: That was one of the many times he helped out
Cage: Yeah he got you out of jail and things really took off for you there.
Baller: You aren’t lying.
Cage: To tell you the truth I always knew you had what it took. It was just a matter of you putting it together. When Mitch started training you, I knew you would become great.
Baller: Yeah he really turned me into something special.
Cage: He sure did.
(The scene again cuts back to Baller being young. You see him, as Troy, walking into a gym. There are a lot of fighters doing their thing as Troy makes his way through the gym, looking for Mitch. A voice is heard.)
Voice: You’re in the wrong gym Troy. This is a wrestling gym…no basketballs in here.
(It’s one of the many jealous people Troy had to deal with while growing up.)
Boy: You could get yourself hurt in this gym.
Troy: Is that right? And I guess you think you can hurt me?
Boy: Step on in this ring and I’ll show you.
(Baller has never been one to duck some wreck…not even when he was young.)
Troy: Sure thing.
(What happened next was a surprise to everyone in the gym but two people…Troy and Mitch. Troy wiped the mat with dude and pretty much showed the entire gym that he’s all business and he has what it takes to be the best…the very best at that.)
Voice: That’s enough.
(Mitch walks into the scene.)
Mitch: I see some of you have already met our new student. For those of you who haven’t, this is Troy and he will be working with us from here on out.
(The boy that Troy just beat up walks over to him and extends his hand for a shake.)
Boy: Nice to have you part of the team.
(Troy shakes his hand.)
Troy: Thanks
(From there Mitch went on to train Troy into a machine. Anyone who steps to Troy once would never do it again…I tell you that. Youth competitions and all that…Troy dominated and in the MMA world, he was set to become a legend. But for some odd reason…some reason Baller still can’t tell you until this day…he couldn’t forget what happened to his brother and that one person who got away. No matter the training or the teaching from Mitch, Troy couldn’t get the thought of that dude being dead out of his mind. One day for some odd reason, Troy decided to stop by the corner and speak with some of his friends. Troy was changing his life around but he didn’t want the hood thinking he forgot about them.)
Mark: What you doing around here man? I thought you learned your lesson when you got popped. You’re too famous around here to be standing on the corner.
Troy: I was coming through to see how things were with you guys. I learned my lesson and I won’t be out here but that doesn’t mean I forget about my peoples.
Mark: I hear that. I’ve been reading up on you too. You’re doing your thing with that wrestling stuff, huh?
Troy: Yeah
Mark: I knew you would. You’ve always been good at sports and stuff.
Troy: MMA is a little different from the sports I was dominant at. It’s not like football or basketball.
Mark: Yeah
Troy: But I guess you can say I’m getting the hang of it.
Mark: No doubt. You know the professional wrestling business has a lot of money in it. You could do something with that skill.
Troy: You know me…you know I’ve already been looking into that.
Mark: I’m sure.
Troy: So everything around here is going good?
Mark: Ha ha…as good as it can go.
Troy: Why you laughing?
Mark: You’re still making it seem like shit is sweet out here. It’s the total opposite. Shit, I wish I had a wrestling career or something to look forward too. All I think about is staying alive and staying out of jail. What’s so sweet about that?
Troy: Yeah
Mark: There was something I meant to tell you though.
Troy: What’s that?
Mark: I saw Steve around here the other day.
Troy: Steve?
Mark: That’s the dude who got away that night you guys handled your brother’s beef.
(Troy knew his next decision could get him in trouble but like I said he couldn’t get that thought of murdering dude out of his mind.)
Troy: Where did you see him? Is he still around?
Mark: I guess he thinks things have died down. I saw him over his girls around Landover.
Troy: Oh yeah?
Mark: What you want to do? I don’t agree with you standing out here on the corner but as far as getting Steve back for what he did to your brother…well I’m down with that.
Troy: Just point me in the right direction.
Mark: Meet me around here about ten tonight. He usually rolls through his girl’s house around that time.
Troy: Bet…I’ll be here.
Mark: Bring your pistol.
Troy: No doubt.
(Later on that night, ten o’ clock rolled around and Troy made true on his word, as he showed up. Him and Mark jumped into a car and they were off to handle this last little bit of business. That’s the way Troy looked at it anyway. They soon arrive at the spot. It’s an apartment complex.)
Mark: I’m going to park right over here. His girl’s house is right across the street. He’s like clockwork…he’ll be here soon.
(They sit there for about twenty minutes and like Mark said, Steve arrives. He parks his car and little does he know his life is about to be taken. Well at least that’s what Troy thought. What happened next is what saved Troy but like Baller said…Mitch had saved Troy many times throughout life. Troy gets out of the car and approaches Steve, who is in his truck…not paying attention at all. Troy locks, loads and aims…)
POP…………..POP…………..POP
(Someone jumped in front of Steve and took a bullet for him…well that’s at least what it looked like at first. Steve runs while Troy gives chase, busting shot after shot but this life isn’t what Troy is good at, so he’s not hitting his mark. Eventually Steve escapes. Troy returns to the car. When he does, he sees Mark outside the car attending to the person who jumped in front of the bullet.)
Troy: Fool let’s get out of here. We don’t know dude.
Mark: Yes we do.
(Troy walks over to the man and falls to his knees when he sees who t is…Mitch.)
Troy: Mitch! Mitch!
(Mitch isn’t dead but if he doesn’t get help soon, he could be.)
Troy: Mitch…why?
Mark: We don’t have time for that Troy. Help me get him in the car.
(And that’s what Troy does. They rush Mitch to the hospital and make it just in time…Mitch survives. The next few days, Mitch was out of it but each day Troy remained at his bedside. One day Mitch woke up.)
Mitch: So you’ve been here all this time?
Troy: Yeah
Mitch: How long was I out of it?
Troy: About three days.
Mitch: Oh…
Troy: Mitch I’m sorry man. I had no idea you were going to be there that night. Why were you there?
Mitch: Earlier in the day, I saw you on the corner. When you didn’t come to the gym later on that night, I decided to find you and follow you to see what you were up to. I’m glad I did.
Troy: How can you say that? You took a bullet because of me.
Mitch: But I saved two lives. No matter what you think no one deserves to die to the hands of a gun.
Troy: Not even someone who used a gun to take a life?
Mitch: God forgives us all…who are we not to forgive? That dude who did that to your brother will have to face god one day. God will deal with him. You on the other hand…you’re of my dealing. You’re not going out like that. I see huge things happening for you as long as you stay the course.
Troy: I apologize, Mitch.
Mitch: It is what it is…you’ll repay me one day.
Troy: You know that you saved my life?
(The scene now cuts back to Baller and Brien Cage.)
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