(FADEIN to Boogie Smallz listening to Dan Ryan’s response to receiving a match at Black Dawn playing on a TV in front of him. Smallz brads the remote and shuts the TV off and turns to the camera.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: So the suspension is lifted. I pled my case to get a match at Black Dawn and it’s granted. The sooner I get out of this crooked deal, the better. Due to some shady ish behind the scenes, Ultratitle is now behind me. I was robbed; the entire world saw what transpired. Anything involved with me and Merritt has always gone sour. The guy has it out for me and proved it by hiring a crooked ass ref to handle my match. That ma’phuckin’ inbred redneck! Everyone knows I should still be in the tournament, so much for my leverage going into future contract negotiations.
(Smallz lets out a deep breath and shakes his head. He shrugs his shoulders and moves on to the next topic on his mind.)
Now I have a match at the pay-per-view for EP-Dub. But our fearless leader deems it necessary to give me a drug test because of my past indiscretions. He wants to single me out and try to use me as an example. I get it, I know the drill. Ryan flexes his muscle to try and show me who the boss is. He wants to make my stay in EPW as unpleasant as possible. Fine, do what you do. I got nothin’ to hide. I left that partyin’ lifestyle behind a while back.
But all of it does make me curious as to why Dan Ryan wants some of my piss? Is it really for a drug test or is it to fulfill his inner R. Kelly fantasy…so him and his wife can do some golden shower fetish sex while watchin’ pregnant midget porn with a Boogie Smallz cardboard cutout wearing a strap-on whizzinator propped up next to the bed for some three-way cuckold action.
Whatever floats your boat…in this case it’s my urine that’s causin’ the floatin’.
(Smallz smirks at his remark and shivers at the thought.)
All that ish aside, you go out and dig up a guy that hasn’t wrestled in I don’t know how long, the Apocalypse aka Gabriel Poe. Now we are far from being strangers. Believe it or not, the guy used to hang with me and my old Hip Hop Express tag partner. We fought together, smoked weed together, and did our best to wreak havoc in the CSWA. In the end, it was all for nothin’. That company was more jacked up than the Supreme Court approving Obamacare.
The last time we were both in EPW, he and his best buddy, Kevin Powers, attacked me from behind and cost me a shot at the World title. An act of cowardice that ruined our friendship and forever marked him as an enemy in my book. Maybe he was hurtin’ for cash or was just plain jealous of what I had done in the biz in such a short amount of time.
It was at Wrestleverse I, when this all went down. I was just about to put Beast away and win the World title, when these two crackas showed up and gave me a beatdown I haven’t witnessed since the ones I used to give to Christian Sands. I later learned the cause of all of this hatred and animosity. Never one to shy away from speakin’ my mind, I guess I ruffled a few feathers of my old boss and owner of GXW on several levels.
The first thing I did was show up on EPW television with the GXW Unified World title and without permission, challenged the EPW World champ to a unification match. After a couple of lawsuits were filed, a settlement was reached where Empire Pro had to censor any reference to GXW, including blurrin’ out the image of their World title whenever I was on EPW television flossin’ it. That nixed the deal on the unification and sent me into a fit of rage.
Then I went on a tirade and trashed my former employer, Erik Zieba, about his actions. And I let it all out. I didn’t hold back one bit. Another lawsuit was filed over the defamation of his character. Boo hoo, cry me a f*ckin’ river. I only spoke the truth and since when can a man not give his opinion, especially on a topic that he has first-hand knowledge of?
So Zieba’s panties were in a bunch because he lost everything. Maybe he made some unwise business decisions, perhaps he was livin’ too well beyond his means, but the guy went bankrupt. He tried to line up some new investors to keep his company afloat, but it didn’t matter. By that time, most of the talent he had flew the coup and flocked to EPW to start anew.
All but two guys that is. The Dark Carnival, Powers and Poe, reared their ugly mugs at the behest of their boss, Zieba, and tried to ruin my EPW experience. I got a little sidetracked; they got me off my game. I was paranoid, lookin’ over my shoulders, never knowin’ when or where those mofos would show up and try to jump me. But I got a little vengeance when Empire Pro let me battle Powers in a sanctioned match as opposed to battlin’ it out in the streets.
After a Power Bong and a three count, I won the match…but I knew the war was far from over. But surprisingly, in an instant it had ended quicker than it had started. Maybe Zieba went to jail for tax evasion. Perhaps the money he laundered from GXW was seized by the government in some sting operation. I just don’t know, but my hunch is the well ran dry. The overseas bank accounts didn’t have enough loot to properly fund his mission to destroy my career. I never got my revenge completely. There was one more guy that got in my way that I owe a little payback to…
(Boogie looks wild-eyed into the camera with the look of intensity over his face.)
So things have almost come full circle. They say time heals all wounds, but in this case that’s a bunch of corny bullsh*t! Those boys beat me down like I was Kunta Kinte and they wanted me to call myself “Toby”! Ish like that can’t be forgotten, it will never be erased from my memory, and Gabe…that is all the fuel I need to motivate me to beat your ass worse than you did mine.
Dan Ryan is bankin’ on you to shut me up. He wants you to knock me down a few pegs so he can feel superior to me and try to stop this star from shinnin’. You can’t stop the inevitable. No matter what you say or do, the unavoidable can’t be deterred. Winds of change are blowin’ into Empire Pro, much like when you and Powers were blowin’ Zieba tryin’ to get your spots in GX-Dub. You had to take the BACKDOOR route to gain your status with the company. And with this show being in San Francisco, you should feel right at home. (Grins.)
And how did I get to where I am in this industry? I was considered a joke. I had to fight and win to earn the respect of everyone. Every person I beat took me one step closer to the top and each win erased more and more of the image I had as a tag team wrestler.
Poe, if you have any thoughts of derailing my plans…think again! Because when we square off and you are on the opposite side of the ring of me, my prime objective is to destroy whoever is in my way. Right now…at this moment, all you are doin’ is runnin’ interference. Just an obstacle I need to overcome in order to take my rightful place at the top of Empire Pro. I will defeat you…I will once again be the man to carry an entire organization on his back!
And you? Well…I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s not as bad as bein’ the one that receives it!
At Black Dawn, I get my payback and then some. Beating you is the only option. You only have yourself to blame for this ass-whuppin’ you got comin’! I ain’t gonna forgive and forget. You made the mistake and now you must face the consequences!
(FADEIN to Boogie Smallz seated on a bench press machine, wiping the sweat from his face, and looking off in the distance at a monitor playing some old “Apocalypse” Gabriel Poe clips of his past matches. A clip comes up from the CSWA where The Hip Hop Express teamed up with Poe in a six-man tag match. Boogie pauses the match and turns to the camera.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: Those were simpler times for you, Poe. You were constantly in tag matches having a partner or, in the case on the screen right here, partners…doing all of your dirty work. You seem to have always had to rely on latching onto someone else to achieve success in the past few years of your active career. As is the case when most wrestlers can no longer hack it in the real world…in solo competition.
And if it wasn’t a partner there to have your back, it was some skirt you dragged down to the ring with you to help you out along the way. Back then it was Miso…and now it’s Mia Lee Poe. Who, by the way, is way too hot to be your wife…so I am guessing maybe she is some adopted child from Cambodia that you sent spare change to every week to support her through one of those commercials that comes on TV late at night.
The bottom line here is, you’ve always used a support system. You can’t get the job done any other way. Me? I prefer to roll solo. I had a tag partner and I carried him to every title we held. And the guy ended up flakin’ out. Last thing I heard about him…was he was wrestling in some promotion in Vegas that had a Viking porn star as its champion. But I persevered. I proved all the doubters wrong and I went on to greatness in the singles ranks. Inferno was just dead weight, he was holding me back…and I had enough of bein’ held back by hanger-ons and promoters alike.
But you have never wised up to it yourself. You use these people as a way to distract others from the sad sack of ish you are in the ring. You can’t win on your own. You have always been outshined by whoever you associated yourself with. By dragging out a hot piece of ass to use as smoke and mirrors for the poor excuse of a wrestler that you truly are. Hey, its cool…I get it. I imagine if I was at the end of my career…I might think about doing the same thing.
(Smallz stands up from the bench and moves over to the monitor. He grabs a remote control and skips ahead to a clip from Wrestleverse I with Powers and Poe attacking him outside the ring. He watches the action for a moment and then pauses at a shot of him laid out on the arena floor and Poe standing over him.)
Whatever your motive was to do this, whether it be greed, jealousy, or downright hater-a-tion…you only helped to reinforce my point. It took TWO OF YOU to beat me down that night. Never mind the fact that I was already fightin’ two dudes in the ring BEFORE you went the b*tch route and attacked me from behind.
I singled out Powers at the next show and put that fool down for the count. Now you get to step up and get the EXACT same treatment I gave your boy. A boot to the face, a forearm to the dome, and a Face Tha Music to snap your ma’phuckin’ neck! I take this ish real serious, son. You tried to make a statement by usin’ me as your platform…and now…now I turn the tables! You have to answer for your crimes against me and you will pay dearly!
This ain’t no game, this ain’t some trip to the stylist to get your hair all blue’d up, this is my livelihood! You tried to end my career! And for what? I had your back…and you stabbed me in mine! You got a payday from Zieba, A check that more than likely got bounced. And you still have to look in the mirror at yourself knowin’ that you’re a petty man that would burn bridges for the almighty dollar. I guess for you, it’s all about the Benjamins.
For me…this sport is about the prestige. It’s about capturing championships to prove to everyone watchin’ and to yourself…that you are the best. I don’t attack anyone unless they got it comin’ to them. I ain’t gonna get paid off by some shady promoter in order to do his dirty work. That’s a b*tch move, Poe! And as much as I hate soundin’ like a broken record…I lost all respect for you that night.
(Smallz turns off the monitor and tosses away the towel that was hanging off of his neck.)
You with your blue hair, lookin’ like a manlier version of Katy Perry. You make me sick, dawg! After I defeat you…I am movin’ on with my life…on to bigger and better things. Dan Ryan will try to stop me along the way, try to pull out whoever he can to shut my mouth…but none if it is goin’ to work.
I am workin’ out constantly…doin’ all I can to be in the best shape of my life. The blunts are gone. No more rockin’ the platinum and ice chains. And no hoez distractin’ me from maintainin’ my focus.
You got me at my absolute best.
No excuses on my part if I can’t get the job done. (Shakes his head.) Isn’t that what we all want? (Shrugs his shoulders.) If only I was lucky enough to say the same ish about you. So go ahead, get your excuses all lined up after I beat you at Black Dawn. Because no matter what you say after this, one thing you can’t deny is that you got your ass handed to ya and the beatdown you catch is goin’ to ruin any momentum you thought you had after your big comeback.
Doubt it all you want, swear up and down it won’t happen…but in the end…ya best…
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