Mr Main Event
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[font face=verdana]Three-way dance for the TV title. Have at it!
Hiroshi vs. Reaver vs. Smallz
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An Expected Matchup...
* Kin Hiroshi sighs as he looks at the small lineup for OnSlaught. His eyes drift over the page, looking for his name in the Main Event. He spots it next to two notorious names in the business. Boogie Smallz, and Reaver. Kin sighs again, upset that Zieba has matched him up against Reaver again. "Oh well," Kin thinks to himself. Kin looks over the lineup again... *
KIN HIROSHI: *under his breath* Jackson versus Sikes, uh-huh, okay. Rage versus Conan the Banana Hands aka Hellfighter. Good luck, kid. Roberts and Inferno versus the Monsta Boyz, nice tag team action. Sands versus Styles...
* Kin rubs his brow as a headache begins to emerge. Styles has managed to get under everyone skin in GXW, but Sands finally took the initiative to put the young man in his place. Unfortunately, Styles has taken a liking to making Kin Hiroshi references. At that, acting like Kin is a legend. Kin thinks for a moment, and decides it just another fanboy looking for his hero in the sport. Sands on the otherhand has rubbed Hiroshi the wrong way, claiming the Television Champion claimed the title from Reaver in some sort of fluke. *
KIN HIROSHI: *under his breath* Fluke my ass, Reaver just slipped up. He'll slip up again, either by taking his eyes off of me to take care of Smallz, or he'll be too eager to win back "his" title.
* Kin paces around his room, his arms folded behind his back, and a thoughtful expression on his face. He straightens up, and looks out his window. *
KIN HIROSHI: I know what Reaver is going to bring to the table. He is relentless and shows no mercy in the ring. I guess he is the number one contender for the Television Title, but maybe it's just to prove who is the better wrestler. I've beat him once, but he's done the same to me. At this point we are even. I can't let him get under my head again. He made me slip up because I was too focused on his witless banter. "I am the human horror film." Maybe a B-film, definitely not 'A' material. It doens't help that he thinks he has some sort of personal vendetta against be merely because I have a CSWA contract. Trying to blame ME, Mr. GXW, for EWI's demise because of my involvement with SSN. All I did was win a title with SSN, and make a few extra bucks. Now, I guess I'm to blame for GXW's problems with CSWA? He better look into the Unified World Champion's efforts in that task. I've stayed neutral, but for how much longer?
* Kin turns from the window. He moves to his bed, and sprawls out. A small remote lies on the night stand, and Kin begins pushing buttons, flipping a CD player on. The lyrics of Drunken Tiger begin playing over the stereo. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie Smallz. Why are you in this match? I know what Reaver is capable of, but him, I'm not sure. As far as I can tell, all he really does is make a giant puff of smoke in the lockerroom. Hell, it's kind of like watching Pig Pen walk down the hall when he moves. However, I have heard rumors of a new muffin company opening up on the East Coast. I wonder if he has anything to do with Blunty Bro's Muffins. It wouldn't suprise me in the least bit.
I mean, I am interested in the guy. I watched him destroy John J. Battles and "The Shockmaster" Jacob Sikes. Big deal. Rookies, nothing worth getting my panties in a bunch over. But then I thought I saw him wrestling in CSWA. Was it really him there, though? If it was, then I don't think Reaver will know what hits him.
Luckily, I do my homework and don't make up stories about how I'm SOOO great, because I truely am great. Sure, Hellfighter beat me, but that's because he had a torch under his ass. Something lit a fire that should not have been lit. Too bad the only thing lit in Smallz lockerroom is Smallz. As for Reaver, I got him taken care of...
* Kin turns down the music, and closes his eyes. *
* Kin Hiroshi sighs as he looks at the small lineup for OnSlaught. His eyes drift over the page, looking for his name in the Main Event. He spots it next to two notorious names in the business. Boogie Smallz, and Reaver. Kin sighs again, upset that Zieba has matched him up against Reaver again. "Oh well," Kin thinks to himself. Kin looks over the lineup again... *
KIN HIROSHI: *under his breath* Jackson versus Sikes, uh-huh, okay. Rage versus Conan the Banana Hands aka Hellfighter. Good luck, kid. Roberts and Inferno versus the Monsta Boyz, nice tag team action. Sands versus Styles...
* Kin rubs his brow as a headache begins to emerge. Styles has managed to get under everyone skin in GXW, but Sands finally took the initiative to put the young man in his place. Unfortunately, Styles has taken a liking to making Kin Hiroshi references. At that, acting like Kin is a legend. Kin thinks for a moment, and decides it just another fanboy looking for his hero in the sport. Sands on the otherhand has rubbed Hiroshi the wrong way, claiming the Television Champion claimed the title from Reaver in some sort of fluke. *
KIN HIROSHI: *under his breath* Fluke my ass, Reaver just slipped up. He'll slip up again, either by taking his eyes off of me to take care of Smallz, or he'll be too eager to win back "his" title.
* Kin paces around his room, his arms folded behind his back, and a thoughtful expression on his face. He straightens up, and looks out his window. *
KIN HIROSHI: I know what Reaver is going to bring to the table. He is relentless and shows no mercy in the ring. I guess he is the number one contender for the Television Title, but maybe it's just to prove who is the better wrestler. I've beat him once, but he's done the same to me. At this point we are even. I can't let him get under my head again. He made me slip up because I was too focused on his witless banter. "I am the human horror film." Maybe a B-film, definitely not 'A' material. It doens't help that he thinks he has some sort of personal vendetta against be merely because I have a CSWA contract. Trying to blame ME, Mr. GXW, for EWI's demise because of my involvement with SSN. All I did was win a title with SSN, and make a few extra bucks. Now, I guess I'm to blame for GXW's problems with CSWA? He better look into the Unified World Champion's efforts in that task. I've stayed neutral, but for how much longer?
* Kin turns from the window. He moves to his bed, and sprawls out. A small remote lies on the night stand, and Kin begins pushing buttons, flipping a CD player on. The lyrics of Drunken Tiger begin playing over the stereo. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie Smallz. Why are you in this match? I know what Reaver is capable of, but him, I'm not sure. As far as I can tell, all he really does is make a giant puff of smoke in the lockerroom. Hell, it's kind of like watching Pig Pen walk down the hall when he moves. However, I have heard rumors of a new muffin company opening up on the East Coast. I wonder if he has anything to do with Blunty Bro's Muffins. It wouldn't suprise me in the least bit.
I mean, I am interested in the guy. I watched him destroy John J. Battles and "The Shockmaster" Jacob Sikes. Big deal. Rookies, nothing worth getting my panties in a bunch over. But then I thought I saw him wrestling in CSWA. Was it really him there, though? If it was, then I don't think Reaver will know what hits him.
Luckily, I do my homework and don't make up stories about how I'm SOOO great, because I truely am great. Sure, Hellfighter beat me, but that's because he had a torch under his ass. Something lit a fire that should not have been lit. Too bad the only thing lit in Smallz lockerroom is Smallz. As for Reaver, I got him taken care of...
* Kin turns down the music, and closes his eyes. *
RE: An Expected Matchup...
(FADE IN to the closing moments of the Smallz/Sikes match up from the last broadcast of Onslaught. Boogie is shown finishing off Sikes and pinning him after hitting him with the Power Bong. After a quick fade out, the scene fades in to the penthouse suite of the Baltimore Marriott. As the camera surveys the area, several bikini clad women are sitting in a hot tub in the far corner, drinking champagne out of glasses. A few other girls are sitting in the living room area of the suite, drinking champagne and passing a joint around, giggling at each other’s jokes. Off to the left, smoke bellows out of the double-doors leading to the master bedroom.
The camera moves in closer to the doors and nudges a crack in the door open. The smoke becomes thicker and Boogie Smallz is spotted sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a blunt and watching a tape of the last episode of Onslaught, as the song “Can It Be All So Simple” by the Wu Tang Clan plays in the background off a nearby boombox. Boogie is wearing a white hotel robe and half of his hair is braided, while the other half is afro. Two women, one white with blonde hair…the other is Hispanic, both of whom also happen to be wearing bikinis, are braiding the undone portion of his hair…while trying to fan smoke away as they do their job. The camera closes in on Boogie, who flashes a grin when he notices it.)
BOOGIE: Yo dawg, can I get a knock or somethin’ next time? Damn man, I could have been bonin’ up in herre, son. Hell…that’s probably what ya’ were countin’ on…ya’ sick bastard. But I don’t blame ya’, I blame tha suits…because I know someone is f(BLEEP)in’ with me! First it was you guys cuttin’ in on my promos, which has gone on since DAY ONE of my arrival herre. But that wasn’t enough…you guys had to cash in more…you went out and got sponsors. (Rolls his eyes and takes a puff. He begins to speak, letting out smoke as he talks.) You guys got Wilfred Brimley’s old ass posted up durin’ my matches at the bottom of the GOT DAMN screen! I am fed up with this s(BLEEP). It’s like every time I think I am gainin’ some ground herre, you guys wanna mess it up fo’ me. I ain’t havin’ it NO MO’. My agent tells me I am entitled to a percentage of tha profits you guys generate off usin’ me, my likeness, any ad that airs during my matches or promos…I get a cut…plain and simple. This shizz needs to come to a head…I’m tired of dealin’ wit’ it. Let me do my thang, no commercials…no banners at the bottom of the screen…none of this product placement BS you guys are probably gonna try to do next, just me…just Boogie.
(Boogie looks over at the television while his match with Jacob Sikes plays. He fasts forwards through the end, past him pinning Sikes and to Sikes’ speech after the bout. Boogie smokes away on his blunt while listening to Sikes. The footage then shows Sikes charge after Smallz, only to get leveled by a 5-foot bong Boogie was carrying with him. He raises the roof with his hands and continues up the ramp, while Sikes lay on the ground surrounded by broken shards of glass.)
I got rid of Jingleheimershmidt…heh, that wasn’t nothin’. Busta’ ass cop thought he was gonna clean GXW up…well where tha hell did he go? I beat Jacob Sikes so bad…I sent the “Shockmaster” into shock and straight into RETIREMENT! (Laughs) Once he got a piece of Boogie…it was too much for him to take. Both of these clowns claimed to be former World champions, both of them talked about how they were gonna make an impact and use me as an example. Well, look who’s still active…and then look at the guys that called it quits.
Now GX-Dub gives me my chance to shine, they see that I gets down fo’ mine…they dig my steez, and I’m sure all my NIZZOS out there had somethin’ to do with it too…when tha GXW suits hear you guys hoopin’ and hollerin’ for Boogeezey. They are givin’ a brotha’ a shot at gold herre. Now I’m used to gold, been a tag team champion a few times…but I ain’t ever won a title on my own. Not that I couldn’t…I just haven’t had the chance…this bein’ my first time…ya’ best believe I’m gonna go ALL OUT!
(Boogie fast-forwards the tape he is watching and comments from the GXW World Television champion, Kin Hiroshi, begin to air. Boogie smokes his blunt and watches on with an evil scowl. The promo ends and Boogie snaps his fingers and motions for the two women braiding his hair to leave. His hair is now almost three quarters done, with part of it still afro.)
I was gonna be cool about this, but Kin Hiroshi really caught me at a bad time to try and piss me off! I’m sick of all these leeches steadily tryin’ to spit venom on the B To Tha Z’s name. There’s so many of ‘em…and tha bustas ain’t even worth mentionin’..they know who they are. Wanna talk s(BLEEP) behind a brotha’s back…but when I call them on the s(BLEEP)…they shut the f(BLEEP) up! But Kin, bein’ that you happen to be my next opponent and you wanna try and slander my name…throwin’ it in tha middle of a GOT DAMN Muffin War? (Shakes his head.) What kind of ISH is that?
You wanna act like all tha sudden you don’t know me? You suddenly forgot I was in the CSWA? Dawg, to me…this ain’t about tha CSWA, but if you wanna mention it…I was there LONG BEFORE you came in ridin’ the coattails of that cracka’ Evan Aho. I’ve been there for almost 8 years, me and my partner are part of the damn foundation! Tha Hip Hop Express is what makes the CSWA go ‘round…BELIEVE ‘DAT! You been washin’ those muffins down with HATERADE or somethin’? (He takes a hit off his blunt and slows lets the smoke roll out.) I’m gonna lay it out…I’m gonna let all my whoadies at home in on the inside scoop. (Puffs his blunt and lets the smoke out as he speaks.) See, when I first showed up in GXW, I recognized Kin from the CSWA. I figured maybe me and the little guy could hook up…watch each other’s backs while I learned the ropes herre. Well Hiroshi must have let ISH get to his head, ‘cuz he came at me like he was a superstar, like Hornet or some shizz. He turned and looked at me, muffin crumbs in tha corna’ of his mouth and s(BLEEP), and with a straight face he said he didn’t have time for Boogie Smallz…he had bigger fish to fry. (Shakes his head.) First of all…who tha f(BLEEP) is Kin Hiroshi? I mean, seriously. I know I’ve already etched my name in history books, but Kin…dawg, who the f(BLEEP) are YOU to turn down an offer of help from ME!? (Shrugs his shoulders.) I looked at tha boy like he was stupid and didn’t think anotha’ thang of it…until now.
Kin, you might be sittin’ phat right about now, holdin’ a prestigious title in GXW, competing against tha greatest competition in tha world… in Greensboro, carryin’ Evan Aho’s bags from show to show, thinkin’ you’re a bigger star than you are…man your itinerary is full…so let me do you a favor…take one of those things off your lists. No FATHA'BUCKA'…I’m not talkin’ about carryin' Aho’s bags...I'm talkin' about takin' the TV title. Reaver…who tha f(BLEEP) is he? He wants to get in my way…try and stop me from takin’ tha TV title…then guess what…WE GOT ISSUES! I don’t give a damn who they put me up against…I ain’t gonna stop…’til I reach tha top! If I gotta get the TV title to make it happen…so be it. So Kin, sayonara futhamucka’!
(Boogie takes a big puff of the blunt and blows it into the camera…FADE TO…SMOKE.)
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(FADE IN to the closing moments of the Smallz/Sikes match up from the last broadcast of Onslaught. Boogie is shown finishing off Sikes and pinning him after hitting him with the Power Bong. After a quick fade out, the scene fades in to the penthouse suite of the Baltimore Marriott. As the camera surveys the area, several bikini clad women are sitting in a hot tub in the far corner, drinking champagne out of glasses. A few other girls are sitting in the living room area of the suite, drinking champagne and passing a joint around, giggling at each other’s jokes. Off to the left, smoke bellows out of the double-doors leading to the master bedroom.
The camera moves in closer to the doors and nudges a crack in the door open. The smoke becomes thicker and Boogie Smallz is spotted sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a blunt and watching a tape of the last episode of Onslaught, as the song “Can It Be All So Simple” by the Wu Tang Clan plays in the background off a nearby boombox. Boogie is wearing a white hotel robe and half of his hair is braided, while the other half is afro. Two women, one white with blonde hair…the other is Hispanic, both of whom also happen to be wearing bikinis, are braiding the undone portion of his hair…while trying to fan smoke away as they do their job. The camera closes in on Boogie, who flashes a grin when he notices it.)
BOOGIE: Yo dawg, can I get a knock or somethin’ next time? Damn man, I could have been bonin’ up in herre, son. Hell…that’s probably what ya’ were countin’ on…ya’ sick bastard. But I don’t blame ya’, I blame tha suits…because I know someone is f(BLEEP)in’ with me! First it was you guys cuttin’ in on my promos, which has gone on since DAY ONE of my arrival herre. But that wasn’t enough…you guys had to cash in more…you went out and got sponsors. (Rolls his eyes and takes a puff. He begins to speak, letting out smoke as he talks.) You guys got Wilfred Brimley’s old ass posted up durin’ my matches at the bottom of the GOT DAMN screen! I am fed up with this s(BLEEP). It’s like every time I think I am gainin’ some ground herre, you guys wanna mess it up fo’ me. I ain’t havin’ it NO MO’. My agent tells me I am entitled to a percentage of tha profits you guys generate off usin’ me, my likeness, any ad that airs during my matches or promos…I get a cut…plain and simple. This shizz needs to come to a head…I’m tired of dealin’ wit’ it. Let me do my thang, no commercials…no banners at the bottom of the screen…none of this product placement BS you guys are probably gonna try to do next, just me…just Boogie.
(Boogie looks over at the television while his match with Jacob Sikes plays. He fasts forwards through the end, past him pinning Sikes and to Sikes’ speech after the bout. Boogie smokes away on his blunt while listening to Sikes. The footage then shows Sikes charge after Smallz, only to get leveled by a 5-foot bong Boogie was carrying with him. He raises the roof with his hands and continues up the ramp, while Sikes lay on the ground surrounded by broken shards of glass.)
I got rid of Jingleheimershmidt…heh, that wasn’t nothin’. Busta’ ass cop thought he was gonna clean GXW up…well where tha hell did he go? I beat Jacob Sikes so bad…I sent the “Shockmaster” into shock and straight into RETIREMENT! (Laughs) Once he got a piece of Boogie…it was too much for him to take. Both of these clowns claimed to be former World champions, both of them talked about how they were gonna make an impact and use me as an example. Well, look who’s still active…and then look at the guys that called it quits.
Now GX-Dub gives me my chance to shine, they see that I gets down fo’ mine…they dig my steez, and I’m sure all my NIZZOS out there had somethin’ to do with it too…when tha GXW suits hear you guys hoopin’ and hollerin’ for Boogeezey. They are givin’ a brotha’ a shot at gold herre. Now I’m used to gold, been a tag team champion a few times…but I ain’t ever won a title on my own. Not that I couldn’t…I just haven’t had the chance…this bein’ my first time…ya’ best believe I’m gonna go ALL OUT!
(Boogie fast-forwards the tape he is watching and comments from the GXW World Television champion, Kin Hiroshi, begin to air. Boogie smokes his blunt and watches on with an evil scowl. The promo ends and Boogie snaps his fingers and motions for the two women braiding his hair to leave. His hair is now almost three quarters done, with part of it still afro.)
I was gonna be cool about this, but Kin Hiroshi really caught me at a bad time to try and piss me off! I’m sick of all these leeches steadily tryin’ to spit venom on the B To Tha Z’s name. There’s so many of ‘em…and tha bustas ain’t even worth mentionin’..they know who they are. Wanna talk s(BLEEP) behind a brotha’s back…but when I call them on the s(BLEEP)…they shut the f(BLEEP) up! But Kin, bein’ that you happen to be my next opponent and you wanna try and slander my name…throwin’ it in tha middle of a GOT DAMN Muffin War? (Shakes his head.) What kind of ISH is that?
You wanna act like all tha sudden you don’t know me? You suddenly forgot I was in the CSWA? Dawg, to me…this ain’t about tha CSWA, but if you wanna mention it…I was there LONG BEFORE you came in ridin’ the coattails of that cracka’ Evan Aho. I’ve been there for almost 8 years, me and my partner are part of the damn foundation! Tha Hip Hop Express is what makes the CSWA go ‘round…BELIEVE ‘DAT! You been washin’ those muffins down with HATERADE or somethin’? (He takes a hit off his blunt and slows lets the smoke roll out.) I’m gonna lay it out…I’m gonna let all my whoadies at home in on the inside scoop. (Puffs his blunt and lets the smoke out as he speaks.) See, when I first showed up in GXW, I recognized Kin from the CSWA. I figured maybe me and the little guy could hook up…watch each other’s backs while I learned the ropes herre. Well Hiroshi must have let ISH get to his head, ‘cuz he came at me like he was a superstar, like Hornet or some shizz. He turned and looked at me, muffin crumbs in tha corna’ of his mouth and s(BLEEP), and with a straight face he said he didn’t have time for Boogie Smallz…he had bigger fish to fry. (Shakes his head.) First of all…who tha f(BLEEP) is Kin Hiroshi? I mean, seriously. I know I’ve already etched my name in history books, but Kin…dawg, who the f(BLEEP) are YOU to turn down an offer of help from ME!? (Shrugs his shoulders.) I looked at tha boy like he was stupid and didn’t think anotha’ thang of it…until now.
Kin, you might be sittin’ phat right about now, holdin’ a prestigious title in GXW, competing against tha greatest competition in tha world… in Greensboro, carryin’ Evan Aho’s bags from show to show, thinkin’ you’re a bigger star than you are…man your itinerary is full…so let me do you a favor…take one of those things off your lists. No FATHA'BUCKA'…I’m not talkin’ about carryin' Aho’s bags...I'm talkin' about takin' the TV title. Reaver…who tha f(BLEEP) is he? He wants to get in my way…try and stop me from takin’ tha TV title…then guess what…WE GOT ISSUES! I don’t give a damn who they put me up against…I ain’t gonna stop…’til I reach tha top! If I gotta get the TV title to make it happen…so be it. So Kin, sayonara futhamucka’!
(Boogie takes a big puff of the blunt and blows it into the camera…FADE TO…SMOKE.)
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DizzaHizza
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You got me all wrong....
* Fade into a close up shot of Kin Hiroshi's face. His smile spreads almost the entire width of the screen. His eyes seem glazed over and don't seem to be focused on one thing. Almost as if they are looking through the camera, deep in thought. The smile slowly fades, and Kin finally blinks. His eyes shift downwards, and he looks into, not past, the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, listen man, you got me pegged all wrong, bro. See, I didn't mean for you to think I was turning you away when you wanted to team up. I just needed to go my own way, and prove to the executives in GXW that I could hang with the big boys without having to rely on someone's help. That's why I cut "Wildfire" Johnny Rage go. It's not that I didn't need him around, it's just I didn't want him around so I could prove myself. I'm a honorable man, Boogie. I never meant to dis you or your home boys, but it seems to be taken that way.
Now, if you've got something against me because of that, well, it's going to be settled in the ring. Whether you're mad at me for not chillin' with you in GXW, or not recognizing you in CSWA, it's going to be taken care of at OnSlaught. It's not that I didn't notice you, it's that I have been so taken back at the sight of all the great names in our business that my head was in a fog. I'm positive you know what that like...being all foggy.
But once again, you got me pegged wrong, Smallz. I recognized you, I just couldn't believe it WAS you. However, you made the mistake of associating me with Evan Aho. Saying that I'm riding his coattails through the ranks of CSWA. When has Aho helped me with my career? There's only a few things that the former CSWA and EWI World champion has done. First of all, he has looked up at the rafters while I've pinned him, not once, but twice. How many times have I been beaten by him? Not once. Secondly, he said he would return to GXW for one night only to tag with me against Dupree and JP. What happened there? Zieba made the save, but it launched an interleague feud between GXW and CSWA.
People seem to think I've jumped ship to CSWA. Sure, I have a contract there, but I have a contract in GXW too. I'm just a man caught in the crossfire. You see Boogie, I have a job. Hell, I have three jobs. Two of them involve me working my ass off physically to provide entertainment to a crowd. I wrestle. Now, if I wrestle in GXW, I earn money. Sure, I'm more likely to win my World Title belt in GXW than CSWA, but I also earn money in CSWA. Now, if you wanna debate me and call me a league jumping hippie, take a look in the mirror...dawg.
I'm no hypocrite. Neither are you Smallz. In fact, we are a lot alike. I make muffins, you eat brownies. I wrestle in both leagues, you wrestle in both leagues. I'm a smart business man, you buy and sell weed. I have to wrestle you, you have to wrestle me.
Don't forget about Reaver though, Smallz. He's the real enemy in this match, my homeskillet. Remember that.
* Kin winks at the camera... *
KIN HIROSHI: One more thing we have in common Smallz, you're a pimp, and I...
* The camera zooms out from Kin's face to reveal his evening attire. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...dress like one.
* FADE TO GOLD *
* Fade into a close up shot of Kin Hiroshi's face. His smile spreads almost the entire width of the screen. His eyes seem glazed over and don't seem to be focused on one thing. Almost as if they are looking through the camera, deep in thought. The smile slowly fades, and Kin finally blinks. His eyes shift downwards, and he looks into, not past, the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, listen man, you got me pegged all wrong, bro. See, I didn't mean for you to think I was turning you away when you wanted to team up. I just needed to go my own way, and prove to the executives in GXW that I could hang with the big boys without having to rely on someone's help. That's why I cut "Wildfire" Johnny Rage go. It's not that I didn't need him around, it's just I didn't want him around so I could prove myself. I'm a honorable man, Boogie. I never meant to dis you or your home boys, but it seems to be taken that way.
Now, if you've got something against me because of that, well, it's going to be settled in the ring. Whether you're mad at me for not chillin' with you in GXW, or not recognizing you in CSWA, it's going to be taken care of at OnSlaught. It's not that I didn't notice you, it's that I have been so taken back at the sight of all the great names in our business that my head was in a fog. I'm positive you know what that like...being all foggy.
But once again, you got me pegged wrong, Smallz. I recognized you, I just couldn't believe it WAS you. However, you made the mistake of associating me with Evan Aho. Saying that I'm riding his coattails through the ranks of CSWA. When has Aho helped me with my career? There's only a few things that the former CSWA and EWI World champion has done. First of all, he has looked up at the rafters while I've pinned him, not once, but twice. How many times have I been beaten by him? Not once. Secondly, he said he would return to GXW for one night only to tag with me against Dupree and JP. What happened there? Zieba made the save, but it launched an interleague feud between GXW and CSWA.
People seem to think I've jumped ship to CSWA. Sure, I have a contract there, but I have a contract in GXW too. I'm just a man caught in the crossfire. You see Boogie, I have a job. Hell, I have three jobs. Two of them involve me working my ass off physically to provide entertainment to a crowd. I wrestle. Now, if I wrestle in GXW, I earn money. Sure, I'm more likely to win my World Title belt in GXW than CSWA, but I also earn money in CSWA. Now, if you wanna debate me and call me a league jumping hippie, take a look in the mirror...dawg.
I'm no hypocrite. Neither are you Smallz. In fact, we are a lot alike. I make muffins, you eat brownies. I wrestle in both leagues, you wrestle in both leagues. I'm a smart business man, you buy and sell weed. I have to wrestle you, you have to wrestle me.
Don't forget about Reaver though, Smallz. He's the real enemy in this match, my homeskillet. Remember that.
* Kin winks at the camera... *
KIN HIROSHI: One more thing we have in common Smallz, you're a pimp, and I...
* The camera zooms out from Kin's face to reveal his evening attire. *
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KIN HIROSHI: ...dress like one.
* FADE TO GOLD *
Do I now?
(FADE IN to the downtown Baltimore skyline. The camera pans the area and focuses in on a particular building. As the camera begins to zoom in the letters on the top become clear, spelling out “Marriott”. As the camera continues to focus in on the hotel, smoke can be seen coming off of a balcony on the top floor. When the camera finally gets there, Boogie Smallz can be seen wearing the same white robe, the Hip Hop Express logo medallion around his neck, and sunglasses. He is looking over the edge of the balcony, while a blunt dangles from his lips. He hits it a few times and begins to speak.)
BOOGIE: Kin, before I begin…man you’ve been wrestling a long time…slowly makin’ a name for yourself, you got a few contracts in the biz…you own a muffin company…YET most of the time I see you…there you are in that same PLAYED OUT gear you were wearin’ 2 years ago. The Asian Austin Powers look don’t work for you man and that $2 charm you got hangin’ around yo’ neck…ain’t nothin’ like a platinum and ice Hip Hop Express logo! (Holds up medallion from around his neck.) Dawg, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say to ya’ is that it’s time to buy some new threads.
Now as far as the hypocrite shizz goes…you got me f(BLEEP)ed up lil’ whoadie. You wanna turn my words around and try to make me look bad? Damn Kin…is it like that now? Herre I thought we could at least work on a somewhat professional level…and there you go tossin’ salt up in my game! Actin’ innocent, ignorin’ the fact that you and Aho are buddies, tryin’ to convince me that Reaver is the enemy…that way I take the heat off of you? (Shakes his head.) Uhh uhh, man…I don’t think so. Yeah, Reaver ain’t said s(BLEEP) about this match…and I don’t blame him. But you, Kin…you are tha one with the title…you are tha one with tha gold…and I hate to do it to ya’…but you’re about to get belt-jacked! Nah, I ain’t gonna rob you for it at gunpoint…instead I’m gonna beat you so badly…you are gonna just hand it over. (Grins.) After I whoop yo’ ass, maybe then we can hang…maybe then you’ll remember my name, and maybe then you’ll realize like the rest of this league soon will…that tha Boogizzle Smizzle…ain’t to be f(BLEEP) with…fo shizzle…ya’ heard!
And while it’s on my mind, what’s this ISH you mentioned about me buyin’ and sellin’ weed? What’s this stuff about me pimpin’? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were tryin’ to set me up! You wearin’ a wire now, Kin? Damn…you gone and went State’s Evidence on a brotha’! Let me clear the air, because according to you things seem a little “foggy”. Now I might smoke weed…this is true. And most of the time I am surrounded by fine ass b!tchez, but they ain’t my hoez….I don’t pimp. See Hiroshi, when you come to a certain point in your career…sometimes you get some extra benefits. Hoodrats start surfacin’ after shows…gals end up topless in the lockeroom…they’re called GROUPIES, Kin, aka freaks…aka skeezaz…bka trick tramp sluts! (Puffs his blunt.) Now I will admit, back in tha day…I dabbled in that shizz, but those days are long gone. I went legit…BELIEVE DAT!
(Boogie flips the blunt around and puts the lit end in his mouth. He blows smoke out of the other end and cups his hands over his face…so that he inhales the smoke through his nose by giving himself a shotgun. He tries to hold it back but eventually coughs out all the smoke. He grabs a bottle of water off of a nearby table and takes a few gulps before continuing to speak.)
And what about the other guy? The Reaver…or maybe I should instead call you ReAVEN? You wanna bite people’s styles and then steal their catchphrase word for GOT DAMN word!? You’re pathetic…and I honestly can’t see how a joke like you got the TV title for Hiroshi to take from you in tha first place! Walkin’ ‘round like a fathabuckin’ crackhead! Reaven, you gonna have to learn jus’ like everybody else. Playaz gonna play…ballerz gonna ball…haterz gonna hate…and while all this is goin’ on, Boogie Smallz is gonna win titles…simple as that. You come into this match with some bullISH talkin’ ‘bout (In a somewhat high pitched voice.)“quote me…quote the Reaven”. (Back in his normal voice.) Its obvious dawg…it’s a cry for attention. (Puffs his blunt and shakes his head.) I know why…and it’s okay…I’ll try to be more sensitive to your condition. I mean, if I had to beg people to quote me and watch my interviews…they would obviously suck. But guess what…I don’t have that problem. (Smiles.) You know how I get peoples attention? I whoop dumb futhamuckas asses…and guess what, you’re next on by list b!tch!
You people need to understand…I don’t care who they put me up against…I don’t care what the circumstances are…I’m focused on one thing…and one thing only right now, the GXW World TV title. Kin…Reaven, whatever I have to do to get it…best believe I will. Hiroshi, you’re a good kid…you got a bright future…don’t f(BLEEP) it all up by tryin’ to be a hero and win the match. It just ain’t gonna happen. Reaven, I ain’t gonna waste any more of my breath on you…it just ain’t worth it.
(Boogie takes a few more hits off his blunt and then walks back into the hotel room, from the balcony…FADE TO BLACK}
(A color-bar appears on the screen and a commercial begins to play. A shot of Las Vegas is shown, with shots cutting to several of the difference hotels and sites to see in the town. A voiceover speaks while the images flash on the screen.)
V/O: Bright lights…casinos…showgirls…Celine Dion…oh yes, Las Vegas has it all. And now Las Vegas has a new hot spot in town. Are you tired of those mob-owned casinos always busting your chops when you milk them for free drinks? Or how about those corporate casinos that offer a free nights stay…but when you get there the room is not the same as it is in the brochure? Well now things have changed and there’s a new paradise in Vegas! The brand new Player’s Club International Hotel, Casino, and Resort has it all and more!
(Shots of the new casino are shown.(
V/O: If you drop a few bucks here, your glass never goes empty and our rooms are 5-star quality…all the way! If you’re a high roller, then you may enjoy one of our lavish suites…including the best room in the house, in honor of the late Kojac, the Telly Savalas Suite! And to quote one of our founding father’s…who loves ya’ baby! (Cut to a still photo of Telly Savalas from the set of Kojac.) For our first week of operations we are bringing in an overseas International sensation…Wo-Hen Nankan, the Asian Prince! Hear him belt out some of the Artist’s classics, such as…Little Red Corvette, When Doves Cry, Cream, and Darling Nikki! Don’t you dare miss the ASIAN PRINCE!
(A shot of the Asian Prince is shown with the hotel information over his image. His website address then pops onto the screen.)
http://www.geocities.com/asianprince213/
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(FADE IN to the downtown Baltimore skyline. The camera pans the area and focuses in on a particular building. As the camera begins to zoom in the letters on the top become clear, spelling out “Marriott”. As the camera continues to focus in on the hotel, smoke can be seen coming off of a balcony on the top floor. When the camera finally gets there, Boogie Smallz can be seen wearing the same white robe, the Hip Hop Express logo medallion around his neck, and sunglasses. He is looking over the edge of the balcony, while a blunt dangles from his lips. He hits it a few times and begins to speak.)
BOOGIE: Kin, before I begin…man you’ve been wrestling a long time…slowly makin’ a name for yourself, you got a few contracts in the biz…you own a muffin company…YET most of the time I see you…there you are in that same PLAYED OUT gear you were wearin’ 2 years ago. The Asian Austin Powers look don’t work for you man and that $2 charm you got hangin’ around yo’ neck…ain’t nothin’ like a platinum and ice Hip Hop Express logo! (Holds up medallion from around his neck.) Dawg, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say to ya’ is that it’s time to buy some new threads.
Now as far as the hypocrite shizz goes…you got me f(BLEEP)ed up lil’ whoadie. You wanna turn my words around and try to make me look bad? Damn Kin…is it like that now? Herre I thought we could at least work on a somewhat professional level…and there you go tossin’ salt up in my game! Actin’ innocent, ignorin’ the fact that you and Aho are buddies, tryin’ to convince me that Reaver is the enemy…that way I take the heat off of you? (Shakes his head.) Uhh uhh, man…I don’t think so. Yeah, Reaver ain’t said s(BLEEP) about this match…and I don’t blame him. But you, Kin…you are tha one with the title…you are tha one with tha gold…and I hate to do it to ya’…but you’re about to get belt-jacked! Nah, I ain’t gonna rob you for it at gunpoint…instead I’m gonna beat you so badly…you are gonna just hand it over. (Grins.) After I whoop yo’ ass, maybe then we can hang…maybe then you’ll remember my name, and maybe then you’ll realize like the rest of this league soon will…that tha Boogizzle Smizzle…ain’t to be f(BLEEP) with…fo shizzle…ya’ heard!
And while it’s on my mind, what’s this ISH you mentioned about me buyin’ and sellin’ weed? What’s this stuff about me pimpin’? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were tryin’ to set me up! You wearin’ a wire now, Kin? Damn…you gone and went State’s Evidence on a brotha’! Let me clear the air, because according to you things seem a little “foggy”. Now I might smoke weed…this is true. And most of the time I am surrounded by fine ass b!tchez, but they ain’t my hoez….I don’t pimp. See Hiroshi, when you come to a certain point in your career…sometimes you get some extra benefits. Hoodrats start surfacin’ after shows…gals end up topless in the lockeroom…they’re called GROUPIES, Kin, aka freaks…aka skeezaz…bka trick tramp sluts! (Puffs his blunt.) Now I will admit, back in tha day…I dabbled in that shizz, but those days are long gone. I went legit…BELIEVE DAT!
(Boogie flips the blunt around and puts the lit end in his mouth. He blows smoke out of the other end and cups his hands over his face…so that he inhales the smoke through his nose by giving himself a shotgun. He tries to hold it back but eventually coughs out all the smoke. He grabs a bottle of water off of a nearby table and takes a few gulps before continuing to speak.)
And what about the other guy? The Reaver…or maybe I should instead call you ReAVEN? You wanna bite people’s styles and then steal their catchphrase word for GOT DAMN word!? You’re pathetic…and I honestly can’t see how a joke like you got the TV title for Hiroshi to take from you in tha first place! Walkin’ ‘round like a fathabuckin’ crackhead! Reaven, you gonna have to learn jus’ like everybody else. Playaz gonna play…ballerz gonna ball…haterz gonna hate…and while all this is goin’ on, Boogie Smallz is gonna win titles…simple as that. You come into this match with some bullISH talkin’ ‘bout (In a somewhat high pitched voice.)“quote me…quote the Reaven”. (Back in his normal voice.) Its obvious dawg…it’s a cry for attention. (Puffs his blunt and shakes his head.) I know why…and it’s okay…I’ll try to be more sensitive to your condition. I mean, if I had to beg people to quote me and watch my interviews…they would obviously suck. But guess what…I don’t have that problem. (Smiles.) You know how I get peoples attention? I whoop dumb futhamuckas asses…and guess what, you’re next on by list b!tch!
You people need to understand…I don’t care who they put me up against…I don’t care what the circumstances are…I’m focused on one thing…and one thing only right now, the GXW World TV title. Kin…Reaven, whatever I have to do to get it…best believe I will. Hiroshi, you’re a good kid…you got a bright future…don’t f(BLEEP) it all up by tryin’ to be a hero and win the match. It just ain’t gonna happen. Reaven, I ain’t gonna waste any more of my breath on you…it just ain’t worth it.
(Boogie takes a few more hits off his blunt and then walks back into the hotel room, from the balcony…FADE TO BLACK}
(A color-bar appears on the screen and a commercial begins to play. A shot of Las Vegas is shown, with shots cutting to several of the difference hotels and sites to see in the town. A voiceover speaks while the images flash on the screen.)
V/O: Bright lights…casinos…showgirls…Celine Dion…oh yes, Las Vegas has it all. And now Las Vegas has a new hot spot in town. Are you tired of those mob-owned casinos always busting your chops when you milk them for free drinks? Or how about those corporate casinos that offer a free nights stay…but when you get there the room is not the same as it is in the brochure? Well now things have changed and there’s a new paradise in Vegas! The brand new Player’s Club International Hotel, Casino, and Resort has it all and more!
(Shots of the new casino are shown.(
V/O: If you drop a few bucks here, your glass never goes empty and our rooms are 5-star quality…all the way! If you’re a high roller, then you may enjoy one of our lavish suites…including the best room in the house, in honor of the late Kojac, the Telly Savalas Suite! And to quote one of our founding father’s…who loves ya’ baby! (Cut to a still photo of Telly Savalas from the set of Kojac.) For our first week of operations we are bringing in an overseas International sensation…Wo-Hen Nankan, the Asian Prince! Hear him belt out some of the Artist’s classics, such as…Little Red Corvette, When Doves Cry, Cream, and Darling Nikki! Don’t you dare miss the ASIAN PRINCE!
(A shot of the Asian Prince is shown with the hotel information over his image. His website address then pops onto the screen.)
http://www.geocities.com/asianprince213/
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pchammer
League Member
Devil without a cause
(Fade into the infamous black and white footage of the Reaver's promos. We're shown shots of Smallz victory over former multi-federation tag team champion in the form of the "Shockmaster" Jacob Sikes three weeks ago followed up by clips of Kin Hiroshi's victory over the Reaver a month ago for the GXW Television title. The shots fade into a shot of the Reaver standing in skybox of the arena where Onslaught is going to be held. The Reaver is wearing a pair of black cargo pants with blue flames on the legs, a WWE Lita shirt with his ever present black Rage Against the Machine workshirt over it. He seems to be focused on the ring crew putting the finishing touches on the ring below than the camera that stands in the room next to him. The Reaver begins to speak without facing it)
Reaver: Boogie Smallz and Kin Hiroshi, two members of the GXW roster of which I hold a considerable respect for in Smallz case and more than considerable hate for in Hiroshi's case for. Smallz, nothing personal, but if you come between me and Hiroshi during this match-I will personally take you out of the sport for the next six months afterwards. Dupree had no ##### clue when he signed this match, you see I'm not above doing underhanded things, I wanted to keep this match between me and Hiroshi strictly in the ring...but since you were thrown into the mix I have no other option then to make sure that I take back what is mine besides the GXW Television championship and that being the head of Kin Hiroshi would look good on my mantle piece and unless you want to add your head to my mantle Smallz, don't get involved.
(The Reaver turns to face the camera, we can see that the former champion has a rather sadistic grin on his face)
Reaver: On the other hand, Hiroshi, I'm begging you to try and keep that title away from me. I'm praying that you can bring everything that you claim to have and much, much more at the show because I'm more than ready to take you on and out of commision at the show. You see, I'm not even supposed to be on television right now due to a personal matter-but in this case, I'm going to make a very special change in plans. But now I've got my sites set firmly on your sorry hide because not only did you bring one of your shitty Team CSWA flunkies to Global Xtreme Wrestling to help screw me out of the TV title, but also you're going around claiming that you are one of the true superior wrestlers around.
(The Reaver holds up one of his gloved hands and wags a finger at the camera in a "No,No" manner)
Reaver: Tsk, Tsk, Kin. The only person here that has any true bragging rights about being superior besides myself is Kevin Powers, Devon Jackson, Dallas Winston, Devon Slayton, Paul Dumont, Gaberial Poe, Miso and a couple of others-your self not included in the equation. So at Onslaught, get ready for the ride of your career because I'm not going to make you tap out...oh, no..I'm going to make your hurt in ways you never thought you could. So get ready Kin and Boogie, because you're both going to tap out. Quote the Reaver, Nevermore....
(Fade out with "Psycho Circus" by KISS playing)
(Fade into the infamous black and white footage of the Reaver's promos. We're shown shots of Smallz victory over former multi-federation tag team champion in the form of the "Shockmaster" Jacob Sikes three weeks ago followed up by clips of Kin Hiroshi's victory over the Reaver a month ago for the GXW Television title. The shots fade into a shot of the Reaver standing in skybox of the arena where Onslaught is going to be held. The Reaver is wearing a pair of black cargo pants with blue flames on the legs, a WWE Lita shirt with his ever present black Rage Against the Machine workshirt over it. He seems to be focused on the ring crew putting the finishing touches on the ring below than the camera that stands in the room next to him. The Reaver begins to speak without facing it)
Reaver: Boogie Smallz and Kin Hiroshi, two members of the GXW roster of which I hold a considerable respect for in Smallz case and more than considerable hate for in Hiroshi's case for. Smallz, nothing personal, but if you come between me and Hiroshi during this match-I will personally take you out of the sport for the next six months afterwards. Dupree had no ##### clue when he signed this match, you see I'm not above doing underhanded things, I wanted to keep this match between me and Hiroshi strictly in the ring...but since you were thrown into the mix I have no other option then to make sure that I take back what is mine besides the GXW Television championship and that being the head of Kin Hiroshi would look good on my mantle piece and unless you want to add your head to my mantle Smallz, don't get involved.
(The Reaver turns to face the camera, we can see that the former champion has a rather sadistic grin on his face)
Reaver: On the other hand, Hiroshi, I'm begging you to try and keep that title away from me. I'm praying that you can bring everything that you claim to have and much, much more at the show because I'm more than ready to take you on and out of commision at the show. You see, I'm not even supposed to be on television right now due to a personal matter-but in this case, I'm going to make a very special change in plans. But now I've got my sites set firmly on your sorry hide because not only did you bring one of your shitty Team CSWA flunkies to Global Xtreme Wrestling to help screw me out of the TV title, but also you're going around claiming that you are one of the true superior wrestlers around.
(The Reaver holds up one of his gloved hands and wags a finger at the camera in a "No,No" manner)
Reaver: Tsk, Tsk, Kin. The only person here that has any true bragging rights about being superior besides myself is Kevin Powers, Devon Jackson, Dallas Winston, Devon Slayton, Paul Dumont, Gaberial Poe, Miso and a couple of others-your self not included in the equation. So at Onslaught, get ready for the ride of your career because I'm not going to make you tap out...oh, no..I'm going to make your hurt in ways you never thought you could. So get ready Kin and Boogie, because you're both going to tap out. Quote the Reaver, Nevermore....
(Fade out with "Psycho Circus" by KISS playing)
pchammer
League Member
Carnivel of Carnage
(Fade in once again to the same arena, only this time the Reaver is walking around it with his hands behind his back. The "Human Horror Film" is walking around the various areas backstage almost looking for someone or something.)
Reaver: You know, this is what I hate the most you two-the waiting for the show and the wait for you to go out into the thousands of millions of fans and try to take what is your's-be it a title, a woman, a major award-what have you. But tonight, it's personal because some jackass by the name of Cameron Cruise came all the way down to GXW from a place called CSWA and costed me the title, saying that he was going to teach me a lesson on behalf of his good friend Kin Hiroshi. Well, three weeks ago I beat Cameron Cruise at his own game and showed him the error of his ways and as such, he is once again gone from my sight-allowing me to focus soley on a piece of trash by the name of Kin Hiroshi. Now, I'm not going to tell you what I'm looking for-but let's just say I'm taking a page directly out of Hunter's book and I don't mean Zell's.
(The Reaver turns a corner as he continues, the sadistic smile growning even more sick and twisted as he speaks)
Reaver: You see, Boogie Smallz, you came to GXW thinking that you were the pimp of pimps only to find yourself thrown into a former multi-time arrogant light-heavyweight champion in the form of Kin Hiroshi and of course, you're thrown into the mix against a man who's sole desire to retake what is rightfully his in the form of the "Human Horror Film", The Reaver. Boogie, I have nothing against you unless you start going on and on and on about how great you were in CSWA which seems to be the norm with some fuckers around here. On the other hand, if you don't then I'll let you walk out of the match tonight with only a few minor internal bruises...on the other hand a certain little ##### isn't going to get away that easily...
(The Reaver pasues in his speech as he goes through a set of doors which lead outside and to a construction area. The Reaver begins to look through the site as he continues speaking)
Reaver: Now, on the other hand Kin Hiroshi. I'm very upset at you for two reasons-one you brought in an outsider into our little "feud" in hopes that he would distract me from getting back to you and taking my title from you. But that didn't work now did it? I'm more focused on taking you out more than ever now and take back the GXW Television title. On the other hand I'm also focused on hurting you within an inch of your career for screwing me over almost a month ago. Sure I've been busy with other things since then, but I didn't forget what you did Kin and that's screw me over and nobody and I mean nobody...
(The Reaver suddenly reaches down and picks up something that the camera can't see clearly. When the Reaver turns around, he holds the item up for the camera to see-it is a sledge-hammer!)
Reaver: Screws me over, Kin Hiroshi. So bring your little muffin ass to the ring and I'll show you what it means when say your All Japan wrestling style meets my FMW style wrestling. Quote the Reaver...Nevermore...
(The Reaver walks off screen with the Sledge-Hammer in tow as "This is not" by Static-X begins to play)
(Fade in once again to the same arena, only this time the Reaver is walking around it with his hands behind his back. The "Human Horror Film" is walking around the various areas backstage almost looking for someone or something.)
Reaver: You know, this is what I hate the most you two-the waiting for the show and the wait for you to go out into the thousands of millions of fans and try to take what is your's-be it a title, a woman, a major award-what have you. But tonight, it's personal because some jackass by the name of Cameron Cruise came all the way down to GXW from a place called CSWA and costed me the title, saying that he was going to teach me a lesson on behalf of his good friend Kin Hiroshi. Well, three weeks ago I beat Cameron Cruise at his own game and showed him the error of his ways and as such, he is once again gone from my sight-allowing me to focus soley on a piece of trash by the name of Kin Hiroshi. Now, I'm not going to tell you what I'm looking for-but let's just say I'm taking a page directly out of Hunter's book and I don't mean Zell's.
(The Reaver turns a corner as he continues, the sadistic smile growning even more sick and twisted as he speaks)
Reaver: You see, Boogie Smallz, you came to GXW thinking that you were the pimp of pimps only to find yourself thrown into a former multi-time arrogant light-heavyweight champion in the form of Kin Hiroshi and of course, you're thrown into the mix against a man who's sole desire to retake what is rightfully his in the form of the "Human Horror Film", The Reaver. Boogie, I have nothing against you unless you start going on and on and on about how great you were in CSWA which seems to be the norm with some fuckers around here. On the other hand, if you don't then I'll let you walk out of the match tonight with only a few minor internal bruises...on the other hand a certain little ##### isn't going to get away that easily...
(The Reaver pasues in his speech as he goes through a set of doors which lead outside and to a construction area. The Reaver begins to look through the site as he continues speaking)
Reaver: Now, on the other hand Kin Hiroshi. I'm very upset at you for two reasons-one you brought in an outsider into our little "feud" in hopes that he would distract me from getting back to you and taking my title from you. But that didn't work now did it? I'm more focused on taking you out more than ever now and take back the GXW Television title. On the other hand I'm also focused on hurting you within an inch of your career for screwing me over almost a month ago. Sure I've been busy with other things since then, but I didn't forget what you did Kin and that's screw me over and nobody and I mean nobody...
(The Reaver suddenly reaches down and picks up something that the camera can't see clearly. When the Reaver turns around, he holds the item up for the camera to see-it is a sledge-hammer!)
Reaver: Screws me over, Kin Hiroshi. So bring your little muffin ass to the ring and I'll show you what it means when say your All Japan wrestling style meets my FMW style wrestling. Quote the Reaver...Nevermore...
(The Reaver walks off screen with the Sledge-Hammer in tow as "This is not" by Static-X begins to play)
A Day In The Life Of a Playa...
(FADE IN to the Marriott’s lobby, in Baltimore. Boogie Smallz is sitting in a chair to the left of the entranceway, about to light up a blunt. He sees a “No Smoking” sign and quickly puts the blunt back into his pocket. Two of his hoodrats are standing beside him, looking bored. Boogie spots a teenager carrying a large laundry bag and walking towards him. Smallz stands up and nods at the kid.)
BOOGIE: Yo shorty, you lookin’ for me? I got a message that said tha GXW office had a package for me…it can’t be that big ass laundry bag!
GXW INTERN: We didn’t have any room for it in the office anymore, so since the crew just arrived in town, they wanted me to give this to you. (Holding out the bag.)
BOOGIE: (Taking the bag.) What’s in here? (Lays the bag down and loosens the string to open it.)
GXW INTERN: Well Mr. Smallz, its mail. Apparently you’ve amassed quite a bit in the last month or so. The people really like you. You got way more mail than Dan Ryan and Justin Tyler!
BOOGIE: What the hell am I supposed to do with all this?
GXW INTERN: Gee, I dunno. Maybe you should read them.
BOOGIE: Yeah, whatever man. (Reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash.) Herre ya’ go, son, that’s $5…don’t go spendin’ that all in the same place now. (Puts the money back in his pocket, still holding the $5 bill in his left hand.) Go ‘head…take it, don’t be scurred! (The intern snatches the bill, then smiles and nods at Boogie.) Alright, now get on, kid.
(The intern scampers off and Boogie gives a whistle to get the bellboy’s attention. The bellboy arrives and Boogie reaches into his pocket and gives him some money. He appears to be giving the bellboy instructions to bring the laundry bag up to his suite. FADE OUT)
(FADE IN to Boogie posted up in the living room of his penthouse suite. A few of the bikini-clad hoodrats are surrounding him on the couch. He flips on the TV and the series of the Reaver’s recent promos begins to air. Boogie reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a blunt. He puts it to his lips and snaps his fingers, which quickly signals one of his ladies to give him a light. He takes a few puffs, blowing out a few smoke rings, before he is interrupted by a knock at the door. He gets off the sofa and walks to the door, where he is greeted by the bellboy from the lobby, who happens to have the sack of mail. Boogie takes the bag and closes the door behind him. He takes his seat back on the couch, sets the bag by his feet, and takes a few more puffs before he speaks.)
BOOGIE: Reaven, I know I’m not tha only one that probably thinks this, but you MUST be a little B!TCH if you are gonna walk around rockin’ a WWE Lita shirt and in the same promo talk ISH about kickin’ my ass! Why not take us all on a tour of your home, GXW Cribs and shizz, show us all your collection of croquette rugs that you hand-wove while on tha road with GXW! At tha rate you are goin’ you’ll be tyin’ your shirt in a knot above your navel, runnin’ around like Tjuan…tha PRISON B!TCH! (Shakes his head.) You want me to take you as a serious threat? (Smiles) How can I? In all honesty, if you saw what I was seein’…man, you would change your act REAL FAST! A grown man ain’t supposed to dress like some teeny-boppin’ b!tch…that’s just scary, dawg.
Addin' my head to your mantle? (Shakes his head.) The Human Horror Film? (Chuckles.) Damn, I must have missed that one…guess it didn’t ever hit the theatres and went straight to video, huh? (Puffs his blunt.) Tell ya’ what, you wannabe tha “horror film” or whatever…well Boogie Smallz makes dreams come true…and at Onslaught I’m gonna cast you as the supporting actor to tha star of the show…ME! (Smiles.) You’ll play the part of the dimwitted victim…I’ll play the part of the murderer…and you’ll never guess how this edge-of-your-seat thriller ends! (Stares into the camera with a crazed look in his eyes.) Ya know Reaven, that might be somethin’ you can’t f(BLEEP) up…hell, your role could garner you a futhamuckin’ Oscar nomination…ya’ just never know. (Smirks.)
Now I saw the last promo of mine air on TV and let’s just say I wasn’t all too thrilled to see Kin Hiroshi’s COUSIN plastered all over the tail-end of it. I know you probably did somethin’ to make that commercial air durin’ my TV time, Kin. I knew you were a freak…but damn man, I guess I didn’t realize how deep that shizz runs in your family! I don’t blame you or your fruity cousin for tryin’ to capitalize on Boogeezey’s celebrity status…afterall, I do have tha highest rated segments on GX-Dub television. But I swear to you and everyone at home watchin’…tha next time the fathabuckin’ Asian Prince shows his queer ass durin’ my interviews…we gonna have some big issues, Kin…major issues! You don’t wanna piss me off, Kinny…BELIEVE ‘DAT!
(Boogie lays back into the sofa and puffs his blunt. He reaches into the mailbag and pulls out a letter. He rips it open and pulls the sheet out. As he reads the letter, he pulls out a small dime-sack from the envelope. He puffs his blunt and examines the sack. He lays it down and then reads the letter out loud.)
Damn y’all, you gotta peep this. AJ H. writes “Dear Boogie, ever since you came to Global Xtreme Wrestling, the whole place seems to be on an upswing. I used to be a fan of Kin Hiroshi, but when I saw you smoking gonja…I just knew you were the best. I have enclosed a small token of my esteem, I hope you enjoy it. I grew it in my dorm room closet…puff, puff, pass.” Damn…a gesture like this really moves a brotha’. This chronic right herre probably has a street value of $30…and AJ went out of his way for his favorite wrestler to get it. Man…this is just beautiful. (Wipes away a nonexistent tear and smokes his blunt.)
(He reaches into the sack and pulls out another envelope. He opens it up and a white powder seeps out of it. Boogie looks perplexed for a moment and dusts the powder off. He reads the letter and lets out a sigh of relief.)
Damn…for a minute I thought this was some hate mail and some sick bastard sent me some futhamuckin’ anthrax! Check this ISH out, yo…Dave B. writes “Yo Boogeezey, what’s tha haps my nizzo? I know you smoke out, but I thought I might send you a little something else to try…this is pure Columbian…the best on the market. Snort it up, whoadie.” (Shaking his head.) Dave, thanks…but no thanks. I gotta draw tha line somewhere…and when I draw it…ya best believe that line won’t be snorted! You need help, dawg…they got rehab for that, ya might wanna look into it. Alright, lets check out just one more.
(Boogie reaches in and grabs one of the envelopes. He tears it open and silently reads it to himself.)
Alright y’all, check this out.. Chad D. writes, “Dear Boog, how in the hell do you think you can get past 2 guys to win the GXW TV title? Are you hallucinating? Have you taken one too many hits of the reefer? You are out of your league, you don't deserve a title shot this soon, and Reaver and Hiroshi are gonna knock you down…right back where you belong, and out of the main event. You suck, I wish you would die. Die…die…die.” (Puts the letter down and looks up into the camera, taking a puff of his blunt before speaking.) Man, I have been against the odds my whole life, this match ain’t any different. I know that I gotta do…what I gotta do to survive. I know that to survive in this company, first you gotta win some gold…then you gotta make a name for yourself…then make some waves…and then rock the whole damn foundation! That’s what I do…that’s what I’m good at. I always go against the grain, I ain’t one of these programmed crackas that does whatever the promoters tell him to do. I’m a rare breed, I do what I want…when I want, and right now I want the GX-Dub World TV title. And when I don’t get what I want…I TAKE IT! Chad D., you are gonna find out…along with the rest of the GOT DAMN world that I ain’t some fly-by-night…I’m the real deal and I’m YOUR next TV champ!
(Boogie crumbles up the letter and tosses it to the floor. FADE TO BLACK)
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(FADE IN to the Marriott’s lobby, in Baltimore. Boogie Smallz is sitting in a chair to the left of the entranceway, about to light up a blunt. He sees a “No Smoking” sign and quickly puts the blunt back into his pocket. Two of his hoodrats are standing beside him, looking bored. Boogie spots a teenager carrying a large laundry bag and walking towards him. Smallz stands up and nods at the kid.)
BOOGIE: Yo shorty, you lookin’ for me? I got a message that said tha GXW office had a package for me…it can’t be that big ass laundry bag!
GXW INTERN: We didn’t have any room for it in the office anymore, so since the crew just arrived in town, they wanted me to give this to you. (Holding out the bag.)
BOOGIE: (Taking the bag.) What’s in here? (Lays the bag down and loosens the string to open it.)
GXW INTERN: Well Mr. Smallz, its mail. Apparently you’ve amassed quite a bit in the last month or so. The people really like you. You got way more mail than Dan Ryan and Justin Tyler!
BOOGIE: What the hell am I supposed to do with all this?
GXW INTERN: Gee, I dunno. Maybe you should read them.
BOOGIE: Yeah, whatever man. (Reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash.) Herre ya’ go, son, that’s $5…don’t go spendin’ that all in the same place now. (Puts the money back in his pocket, still holding the $5 bill in his left hand.) Go ‘head…take it, don’t be scurred! (The intern snatches the bill, then smiles and nods at Boogie.) Alright, now get on, kid.
(The intern scampers off and Boogie gives a whistle to get the bellboy’s attention. The bellboy arrives and Boogie reaches into his pocket and gives him some money. He appears to be giving the bellboy instructions to bring the laundry bag up to his suite. FADE OUT)
(FADE IN to Boogie posted up in the living room of his penthouse suite. A few of the bikini-clad hoodrats are surrounding him on the couch. He flips on the TV and the series of the Reaver’s recent promos begins to air. Boogie reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a blunt. He puts it to his lips and snaps his fingers, which quickly signals one of his ladies to give him a light. He takes a few puffs, blowing out a few smoke rings, before he is interrupted by a knock at the door. He gets off the sofa and walks to the door, where he is greeted by the bellboy from the lobby, who happens to have the sack of mail. Boogie takes the bag and closes the door behind him. He takes his seat back on the couch, sets the bag by his feet, and takes a few more puffs before he speaks.)
BOOGIE: Reaven, I know I’m not tha only one that probably thinks this, but you MUST be a little B!TCH if you are gonna walk around rockin’ a WWE Lita shirt and in the same promo talk ISH about kickin’ my ass! Why not take us all on a tour of your home, GXW Cribs and shizz, show us all your collection of croquette rugs that you hand-wove while on tha road with GXW! At tha rate you are goin’ you’ll be tyin’ your shirt in a knot above your navel, runnin’ around like Tjuan…tha PRISON B!TCH! (Shakes his head.) You want me to take you as a serious threat? (Smiles) How can I? In all honesty, if you saw what I was seein’…man, you would change your act REAL FAST! A grown man ain’t supposed to dress like some teeny-boppin’ b!tch…that’s just scary, dawg.
Addin' my head to your mantle? (Shakes his head.) The Human Horror Film? (Chuckles.) Damn, I must have missed that one…guess it didn’t ever hit the theatres and went straight to video, huh? (Puffs his blunt.) Tell ya’ what, you wannabe tha “horror film” or whatever…well Boogie Smallz makes dreams come true…and at Onslaught I’m gonna cast you as the supporting actor to tha star of the show…ME! (Smiles.) You’ll play the part of the dimwitted victim…I’ll play the part of the murderer…and you’ll never guess how this edge-of-your-seat thriller ends! (Stares into the camera with a crazed look in his eyes.) Ya know Reaven, that might be somethin’ you can’t f(BLEEP) up…hell, your role could garner you a futhamuckin’ Oscar nomination…ya’ just never know. (Smirks.)
Now I saw the last promo of mine air on TV and let’s just say I wasn’t all too thrilled to see Kin Hiroshi’s COUSIN plastered all over the tail-end of it. I know you probably did somethin’ to make that commercial air durin’ my TV time, Kin. I knew you were a freak…but damn man, I guess I didn’t realize how deep that shizz runs in your family! I don’t blame you or your fruity cousin for tryin’ to capitalize on Boogeezey’s celebrity status…afterall, I do have tha highest rated segments on GX-Dub television. But I swear to you and everyone at home watchin’…tha next time the fathabuckin’ Asian Prince shows his queer ass durin’ my interviews…we gonna have some big issues, Kin…major issues! You don’t wanna piss me off, Kinny…BELIEVE ‘DAT!
(Boogie lays back into the sofa and puffs his blunt. He reaches into the mailbag and pulls out a letter. He rips it open and pulls the sheet out. As he reads the letter, he pulls out a small dime-sack from the envelope. He puffs his blunt and examines the sack. He lays it down and then reads the letter out loud.)
Damn y’all, you gotta peep this. AJ H. writes “Dear Boogie, ever since you came to Global Xtreme Wrestling, the whole place seems to be on an upswing. I used to be a fan of Kin Hiroshi, but when I saw you smoking gonja…I just knew you were the best. I have enclosed a small token of my esteem, I hope you enjoy it. I grew it in my dorm room closet…puff, puff, pass.” Damn…a gesture like this really moves a brotha’. This chronic right herre probably has a street value of $30…and AJ went out of his way for his favorite wrestler to get it. Man…this is just beautiful. (Wipes away a nonexistent tear and smokes his blunt.)
(He reaches into the sack and pulls out another envelope. He opens it up and a white powder seeps out of it. Boogie looks perplexed for a moment and dusts the powder off. He reads the letter and lets out a sigh of relief.)
Damn…for a minute I thought this was some hate mail and some sick bastard sent me some futhamuckin’ anthrax! Check this ISH out, yo…Dave B. writes “Yo Boogeezey, what’s tha haps my nizzo? I know you smoke out, but I thought I might send you a little something else to try…this is pure Columbian…the best on the market. Snort it up, whoadie.” (Shaking his head.) Dave, thanks…but no thanks. I gotta draw tha line somewhere…and when I draw it…ya best believe that line won’t be snorted! You need help, dawg…they got rehab for that, ya might wanna look into it. Alright, lets check out just one more.
(Boogie reaches in and grabs one of the envelopes. He tears it open and silently reads it to himself.)
Alright y’all, check this out.. Chad D. writes, “Dear Boog, how in the hell do you think you can get past 2 guys to win the GXW TV title? Are you hallucinating? Have you taken one too many hits of the reefer? You are out of your league, you don't deserve a title shot this soon, and Reaver and Hiroshi are gonna knock you down…right back where you belong, and out of the main event. You suck, I wish you would die. Die…die…die.” (Puts the letter down and looks up into the camera, taking a puff of his blunt before speaking.) Man, I have been against the odds my whole life, this match ain’t any different. I know that I gotta do…what I gotta do to survive. I know that to survive in this company, first you gotta win some gold…then you gotta make a name for yourself…then make some waves…and then rock the whole damn foundation! That’s what I do…that’s what I’m good at. I always go against the grain, I ain’t one of these programmed crackas that does whatever the promoters tell him to do. I’m a rare breed, I do what I want…when I want, and right now I want the GX-Dub World TV title. And when I don’t get what I want…I TAKE IT! Chad D., you are gonna find out…along with the rest of the GOT DAMN world that I ain’t some fly-by-night…I’m the real deal and I’m YOUR next TV champ!
(Boogie crumbles up the letter and tosses it to the floor. FADE TO BLACK)
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* July 10, 2002. 2:00 pm. Kickoff at the Washington State University's Cougars first home game. Kin Hiroshi watches at home with a group of friends. Although a resident of Seattle, Kin has been a Cougar fan since moving to the United States. The kick goes deep, and the Cougs bring it out to their own 40 yard line. Each person in the room cheers, and Kin walks into the kitchen for another drink. The GXW camera crew waits patiently, as Kin asked them to be present. A pair of WSU Athletic warmups adorn the Japanese Thunder. He grabs a glass of milk, and comes back to the camera crew. *
KIN HIROSHI: Follow me, it's too noisy in here to talk.
* Kin turns and the camera crew follows Kin down the hallway to his bedroom where the GXW Television Title hangs from the corner post of his bed. The camera crew enters the room, and Kin shuts the door behind him. *
KIN HIROSHI: Much better, my friends can get pretty out of control when it comes to football.
* Kin grins, and takes a sits on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. *
KIN HIROSHI: Okay, I wanted you guys here so I could get somethings straightened out with my opponents, Boogie Smallz and Reaver.
* Kin leans back, still smiling, propped up by his arms. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, man, you seem to think I'm some sort of joke in GXW, don't you? Sure, I make jokes, I make people laugh, and I make a fool of myself. So what? Does my attitude outside of the ring make me worse of a wrestler inside of the ring? I wouldn't say so. In fact, the title hanging on this post...
* Kin points at the GXW Television Title. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...seems to think so too. I work at what I do, Boogie. I will always try and put a smile on other people's faces as long as I'm in GXW or CSWA. Too many wrestlers have forgotten why we are in this industry: to entertain. Too many of us have gotten caught up in the spotlights, fans, and money to care about the business, and are only trying to make a name for themselves. How long will your name last in the lights? Do you have the work ethic that allows you to put over someone before yourself in the company asks it of you? Ah yes, the company. I nearly forgot about the company once when I wrestled with Super Sports Network in EWI. For me, that was my time of spotlights, fans, and money. I couldn't get enough of all three. Now though, I wrestle to better my skills, and to better the company I wrestle for.
* The Japanese Thunder clears his throat. *
KIN HIROSHI: Now, if I go into this match and lose the GXW Television Title, so be it. I won it, and I can win it again. Same goes for anybody else in GXW and anyother title, as well. Boogie, it may be your time, it may be Reaver's time, but right now, it's my time to shine because I am the GXW Television Champion. There's always going to be someone who can take the title from me. It may be either one of you, it may be another kid looking to make a name for himself somewhere down the line. However, no one's really going to know your name until you win the big prize, the Unified World Title. I caught a snippet of new comer Troy Douglas asking Dan Ryan for a title shot. At first, I was upset, I've been here a lot longer, and how many title shots have I had? None. Then I got to thinking, that's the kind of tenacity that someone needs to have here in GXW. It's a shame that too many of us seem to think that names are built on wins and loses. Big names are built on skill and the big prize.
* Kin stands, and paces the room for a moment. *
KIN HIROSHI: Now, guys, I know that you have a big bullseye drawn on me because I have the title you want. Both of you seem convinced that you will win it from me, but can you beat me and each other? I know I could beat both of you. Hell, do you know why people call me Japanese Thunder? Because in All Japan Wrestling I wrestled upwards of four matches a night. 'Lightning doesn't strike twice, but Japanese Thunder always does,' used to be my catchphrase to hook the fans. Then I came to the realization that whey do I need to have a catchphrase to hook the fans when my wrestling should be doing that? Now look at me, I have a title based on my wrestling skills.
A title that Reaver still thinks is his.
* Kin grabs a book off the nightstand, and flips through it. *
KIN HIROSHI: Possession, noun, definition one: control or ownership of property.
* Kin puts the dictionary back. *
KIN HIROSHI: Reaver, I won't deny that you were the last man to hold the GXW Television Title before me, but I hold it now, making it my belt. Finders keepers, loser is Reaver. I have possession of the title. Now that you know what possession is, maybe you won't be confused by the word anymore and will realize that it's not your belt anymore. It might be after our match, but I'm not thinking so. Sure, both of us are 1-1 against each other, but I'm taking the lead after this match. You don't like me? Good, that's the only way Kin Hiroshi wants it in this league. I don't need friends in a business of hypocrites who lie, cheat, and steal from each other.
You want to know the real reason I went to CSWA, guys? Because I was no longer comfortable wrestling in GXW. You try to trust someone who is willing to kill you because you have 20 pounds of gold wrapped around your waist. From the top of the ladder to the bottom, you get a target on your chest, and on your back. Did I ride the coattails of Evan Aho? No. You could just as soon accuse me of riding the coattails of my former mentor, Eddy Love, into CSWA. We have a lot of principles in the industry we are in, but none of us seem to remember the principles by which we live our lives.
Thou shalt not kill. I'm sure some of you remember that one. Now, I'm not one to preach religious views to anyone. That's just not my bag, but you, Reaver, seem to be ready to serve a life sentence for 20 pounds of gold. Believe me, as a buisness man in today's age, gold isn't worth what it used to be. You want to kill for platinum now. However the golden rule is more valued than platinum, unless you are a wrestler.
Treat people how you want to be treated. I once remember a term in our business called a reciept. How many of you live by the trusting rule of a reciept? I hit you hard, you can call a reciept and lay one into me? Remember that rule in our business? Believe me, you try to kill me, and I'll come back when I healthy and call a reciept on your ass so big that you'll be in pain for the rest of your life.
* Kin sits on the bed again, and falls back, staring at the ceiling. He folds his arms across his chest. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, you seem to be the closest in this business to following what I've laid down: wrestling for the business while bettering yourself, treating others how you want, or expect to be treated, etc, etc. You're a good wrestler, no doubt about it. You've accomplished a lot as half of Hip Hop Express, but you've done d*ck as a singles. You want me to show you the ropes in GXW? Sure, I'll show you the ropes, and then, I'll show you the mat, and then I'll point out all the lights on the ceiling as I get a three count. Or maybe, Reaver, you want to go hardcore with me? Wrap a chair around my head? How does that sound to you? Sure, hit me with what you've got, because it's going to take everything you can throw at me, as well as everything Boogie can throw at me to get me down long enough to pin me.
Sure, there's some bottom of the barrel wrestlers that want a shot at Kin Hiroshi, namely Johnny Styles, but that's not a problem for me. Styles can do what he wants, he's a big boy. But he's got another thing coming if he thinks he can interfere in my match. Hey, if I were him, I'ld focus on Christian Sands, and let me focus on Boogie and Reaver. Styles wants a piece of me, sign me up on the dotted line, and I'll take him out, and next it will be Dan Ryan.
Boogie, you keep smoking the reefer, and keep it real, dawg. But when your eyes are too glazed over to see my foot flying into your face, you may want to quit for a while. Now, I'm not hatin' on you, do what you do. Smoke if you wanna smoke, that's your thing man, it ain't mine. My thing is, like I've said, making people feel better about their lives by wrestling the match of my life night after night. I'm sure you know that feeling everytime Hip Hop Express wrestles. Hell, you guys are legends, but remember that it makes two of you to be a one legend. Can you beat me, Boogie? Hell, I'm not claiming to be anything I'm not, but I am a legend in my spare time. The rest of the time? I'm giving this business what it needs, ratings. In the GXW/CSWA dispute, there's only one way to prove is better than the other, draw the crowds.
Reaver, you need to work on drawing the crowds that watch television. I'm pretty sure that everytime you step in the ring, people fall asleep, which would explain the lower than average ratings I had when I wrestled you.
* Kin stands, and crosses the bed. He grabs the Television Title from the corner post, and slings it across his shoulder. A loud cheer comes through the wall, and Kin smiles happily. *
KIN HIROSHI: Touchdown by the Cougs. Now, if either one of you think you can take this belt away from me, and live up to the expectations that come with it, you know where to find me. I don't care who it is, whether it's Reaver, Boogie, Styles, my mother, your grandmother, I don't care. I've wrestled on nearly every card that GXW has had since winning this title, and I've been on nearly every card that CSWA has to offer since then as well. I'm on a winning streak, and nothing is going to stop me. I'll stop both of you in your tracks. I don't need any help from Cameron Cruise this time, but what that man does is his own decision. Reaver, you think that Cruise and I are close friends? I'm as close a friend with Cruise as I am with anyone else in this business. You don't need friends, because sooner or later, you'll have to wrestle each other, and that's when sh*t goes down. You get my drift? What Cruise did was his thing, not mine.
In closing, Reaver and Boogie, you'll need every ounce of determination that you can muster. Bring everything you can to this match, and you can believe me when I tell you that it could have match of the year written all over it. Only realize that whoever wins will have bragging rights, and I love to brag about my titles. Beat me if you can, cheat if you want, but I'll still be there in your face next week and the following until I'm the GXW World Champion.
* Kin tosses the Title on the bed, and leaves the room. The camera focuses on the belt as...
FADE TO GOLD *
* July 10, 2002. 2:00 pm. Kickoff at the Washington State University's Cougars first home game. Kin Hiroshi watches at home with a group of friends. Although a resident of Seattle, Kin has been a Cougar fan since moving to the United States. The kick goes deep, and the Cougs bring it out to their own 40 yard line. Each person in the room cheers, and Kin walks into the kitchen for another drink. The GXW camera crew waits patiently, as Kin asked them to be present. A pair of WSU Athletic warmups adorn the Japanese Thunder. He grabs a glass of milk, and comes back to the camera crew. *
KIN HIROSHI: Follow me, it's too noisy in here to talk.
* Kin turns and the camera crew follows Kin down the hallway to his bedroom where the GXW Television Title hangs from the corner post of his bed. The camera crew enters the room, and Kin shuts the door behind him. *
KIN HIROSHI: Much better, my friends can get pretty out of control when it comes to football.
* Kin grins, and takes a sits on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. *
KIN HIROSHI: Okay, I wanted you guys here so I could get somethings straightened out with my opponents, Boogie Smallz and Reaver.
* Kin leans back, still smiling, propped up by his arms. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, man, you seem to think I'm some sort of joke in GXW, don't you? Sure, I make jokes, I make people laugh, and I make a fool of myself. So what? Does my attitude outside of the ring make me worse of a wrestler inside of the ring? I wouldn't say so. In fact, the title hanging on this post...
* Kin points at the GXW Television Title. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...seems to think so too. I work at what I do, Boogie. I will always try and put a smile on other people's faces as long as I'm in GXW or CSWA. Too many wrestlers have forgotten why we are in this industry: to entertain. Too many of us have gotten caught up in the spotlights, fans, and money to care about the business, and are only trying to make a name for themselves. How long will your name last in the lights? Do you have the work ethic that allows you to put over someone before yourself in the company asks it of you? Ah yes, the company. I nearly forgot about the company once when I wrestled with Super Sports Network in EWI. For me, that was my time of spotlights, fans, and money. I couldn't get enough of all three. Now though, I wrestle to better my skills, and to better the company I wrestle for.
* The Japanese Thunder clears his throat. *
KIN HIROSHI: Now, if I go into this match and lose the GXW Television Title, so be it. I won it, and I can win it again. Same goes for anybody else in GXW and anyother title, as well. Boogie, it may be your time, it may be Reaver's time, but right now, it's my time to shine because I am the GXW Television Champion. There's always going to be someone who can take the title from me. It may be either one of you, it may be another kid looking to make a name for himself somewhere down the line. However, no one's really going to know your name until you win the big prize, the Unified World Title. I caught a snippet of new comer Troy Douglas asking Dan Ryan for a title shot. At first, I was upset, I've been here a lot longer, and how many title shots have I had? None. Then I got to thinking, that's the kind of tenacity that someone needs to have here in GXW. It's a shame that too many of us seem to think that names are built on wins and loses. Big names are built on skill and the big prize.
* Kin stands, and paces the room for a moment. *
KIN HIROSHI: Now, guys, I know that you have a big bullseye drawn on me because I have the title you want. Both of you seem convinced that you will win it from me, but can you beat me and each other? I know I could beat both of you. Hell, do you know why people call me Japanese Thunder? Because in All Japan Wrestling I wrestled upwards of four matches a night. 'Lightning doesn't strike twice, but Japanese Thunder always does,' used to be my catchphrase to hook the fans. Then I came to the realization that whey do I need to have a catchphrase to hook the fans when my wrestling should be doing that? Now look at me, I have a title based on my wrestling skills.
A title that Reaver still thinks is his.
* Kin grabs a book off the nightstand, and flips through it. *
KIN HIROSHI: Possession, noun, definition one: control or ownership of property.
* Kin puts the dictionary back. *
KIN HIROSHI: Reaver, I won't deny that you were the last man to hold the GXW Television Title before me, but I hold it now, making it my belt. Finders keepers, loser is Reaver. I have possession of the title. Now that you know what possession is, maybe you won't be confused by the word anymore and will realize that it's not your belt anymore. It might be after our match, but I'm not thinking so. Sure, both of us are 1-1 against each other, but I'm taking the lead after this match. You don't like me? Good, that's the only way Kin Hiroshi wants it in this league. I don't need friends in a business of hypocrites who lie, cheat, and steal from each other.
You want to know the real reason I went to CSWA, guys? Because I was no longer comfortable wrestling in GXW. You try to trust someone who is willing to kill you because you have 20 pounds of gold wrapped around your waist. From the top of the ladder to the bottom, you get a target on your chest, and on your back. Did I ride the coattails of Evan Aho? No. You could just as soon accuse me of riding the coattails of my former mentor, Eddy Love, into CSWA. We have a lot of principles in the industry we are in, but none of us seem to remember the principles by which we live our lives.
Thou shalt not kill. I'm sure some of you remember that one. Now, I'm not one to preach religious views to anyone. That's just not my bag, but you, Reaver, seem to be ready to serve a life sentence for 20 pounds of gold. Believe me, as a buisness man in today's age, gold isn't worth what it used to be. You want to kill for platinum now. However the golden rule is more valued than platinum, unless you are a wrestler.
Treat people how you want to be treated. I once remember a term in our business called a reciept. How many of you live by the trusting rule of a reciept? I hit you hard, you can call a reciept and lay one into me? Remember that rule in our business? Believe me, you try to kill me, and I'll come back when I healthy and call a reciept on your ass so big that you'll be in pain for the rest of your life.
* Kin sits on the bed again, and falls back, staring at the ceiling. He folds his arms across his chest. *
KIN HIROSHI: Boogie, you seem to be the closest in this business to following what I've laid down: wrestling for the business while bettering yourself, treating others how you want, or expect to be treated, etc, etc. You're a good wrestler, no doubt about it. You've accomplished a lot as half of Hip Hop Express, but you've done d*ck as a singles. You want me to show you the ropes in GXW? Sure, I'll show you the ropes, and then, I'll show you the mat, and then I'll point out all the lights on the ceiling as I get a three count. Or maybe, Reaver, you want to go hardcore with me? Wrap a chair around my head? How does that sound to you? Sure, hit me with what you've got, because it's going to take everything you can throw at me, as well as everything Boogie can throw at me to get me down long enough to pin me.
Sure, there's some bottom of the barrel wrestlers that want a shot at Kin Hiroshi, namely Johnny Styles, but that's not a problem for me. Styles can do what he wants, he's a big boy. But he's got another thing coming if he thinks he can interfere in my match. Hey, if I were him, I'ld focus on Christian Sands, and let me focus on Boogie and Reaver. Styles wants a piece of me, sign me up on the dotted line, and I'll take him out, and next it will be Dan Ryan.
Boogie, you keep smoking the reefer, and keep it real, dawg. But when your eyes are too glazed over to see my foot flying into your face, you may want to quit for a while. Now, I'm not hatin' on you, do what you do. Smoke if you wanna smoke, that's your thing man, it ain't mine. My thing is, like I've said, making people feel better about their lives by wrestling the match of my life night after night. I'm sure you know that feeling everytime Hip Hop Express wrestles. Hell, you guys are legends, but remember that it makes two of you to be a one legend. Can you beat me, Boogie? Hell, I'm not claiming to be anything I'm not, but I am a legend in my spare time. The rest of the time? I'm giving this business what it needs, ratings. In the GXW/CSWA dispute, there's only one way to prove is better than the other, draw the crowds.
Reaver, you need to work on drawing the crowds that watch television. I'm pretty sure that everytime you step in the ring, people fall asleep, which would explain the lower than average ratings I had when I wrestled you.
* Kin stands, and crosses the bed. He grabs the Television Title from the corner post, and slings it across his shoulder. A loud cheer comes through the wall, and Kin smiles happily. *
KIN HIROSHI: Touchdown by the Cougs. Now, if either one of you think you can take this belt away from me, and live up to the expectations that come with it, you know where to find me. I don't care who it is, whether it's Reaver, Boogie, Styles, my mother, your grandmother, I don't care. I've wrestled on nearly every card that GXW has had since winning this title, and I've been on nearly every card that CSWA has to offer since then as well. I'm on a winning streak, and nothing is going to stop me. I'll stop both of you in your tracks. I don't need any help from Cameron Cruise this time, but what that man does is his own decision. Reaver, you think that Cruise and I are close friends? I'm as close a friend with Cruise as I am with anyone else in this business. You don't need friends, because sooner or later, you'll have to wrestle each other, and that's when sh*t goes down. You get my drift? What Cruise did was his thing, not mine.
In closing, Reaver and Boogie, you'll need every ounce of determination that you can muster. Bring everything you can to this match, and you can believe me when I tell you that it could have match of the year written all over it. Only realize that whoever wins will have bragging rights, and I love to brag about my titles. Beat me if you can, cheat if you want, but I'll still be there in your face next week and the following until I'm the GXW World Champion.
* Kin tosses the Title on the bed, and leaves the room. The camera focuses on the belt as...
FADE TO GOLD *