(OORP: Damn, I could have sworn I read it was at MSG on something. Guess I should double-check next time.)
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FADE IN to Boogie Smallz sitting on a stool in a dark room, with only a single light illuminating over his head. The air is thick with smoke, but oddly no blunt to be seen in Boogie’s hands. His hair is ‘froed up and is wearing a HHE t-shirt and black jeans. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: We got a guy herre that is tryin’ to call me out. He’s sittin’ therre attemptin’ to pull my hoe card. He went out and dug up all this dirt…doin’ his best to try and toss it all over my name. (Shakes his head.) But see…all that ish you brought up… tha disco days, tha midget manager, tha polyester…yeah man, you done found me out…it’s all true. Thing is…I ain’t never denied it. I was the Boogie Man, I was on a team called tha Disco Express, I was managed by a drunken midget…and ya know what? We were two-time tag team champions…soon to be three…YA HEARD!
Obviously you know what tha business is like. Let’s just say that black men and wrestling don’t mix, to call us a minority in tha game definitely wouldn’t be an understatement. When I started in tha indies, tha pay sucked and I was doin’ all I could to make ends meet. Then an agent for tha CSWA happened to be at one of my shows. He dug my steez, he saw tha potential that me and potna’ had, and he gave us a break. Damn dawg, we didn’t just double up…we bubbled up! Tha Disco Express blew tha kcuf up and we made a lot of money in tha process. Yeah, maybe I wasn’t diggin’ tha character, but it paid tha rent…it got me out of tha hood, and for that I can’t and won’t be ashamed of it! You throwin’ that shizz up in my face is just gonna piss me off and make me wanna beat yo’ ass down even more! (Mean mugs the camera.)
You don’t see me tryin’ to dig up dirt of you? Why? ‘Cuz I ain’t gotta resort to shizz like that. Errybody knows you ain't ish. You did a few jobs in tha CSWA and now you think you got what it takes to be a superstar herre, in GX-Dub? Maybe ya’ do. You obviously are capable of tossin’ folks over tha top rope, but whether you can actually pin someone…well that’s sort of up in tha air. And pinnin’ me and takin’ this TV title ain’t an option for ya’!
I ain’t no flava of tha week, no one-hit wonder, no fluke…I’m in heavy-rotation, I’m tha number one request, and I ain’t nowhere near reachin’ my all-time peak! Basically put, I’m the blunt-smokin’, hoe chokin’, leave their panties soakin’, not to be confused as tha token…black man. Tha man that erryone herre needs to recognize as tha only true champion in GXW. I ain’t wrestlin’ in no weak-ass mixed tag matches, hidin’ behind other people to defend my title. You won’t find me doin’ skits with Oompa Loompaz. Nah man, I’m tha best damn thing that has happened to this company…hell, I’m tha best thing that has happened to this business! All that CSWA talkin’ needs to just cease, this ain’t Greensboro, even though you so kindly pointed out to me that this match is taking place therre.
Am I capitalizing on 420? What tha kcuf is that? Sounds like somethin’ made up for crackas. I smoke erryday…all day. I don’t need a time, a date, a futhamuckin’ reason…I do it ‘cuz I can! I don’t jump on bandwagons…I’m a trendsetter. I’m a leader, not a follower. See, what I am to this place is a breath of fresh air. I’m sumthin’ new, sumthin’ different, instead of all these pumped up triscuits and quote unquote “cool heels” that have been runnin’ around this biz as long as I’ve been herre! I’m tha truth, tha answer, tha antidote, tha remedy…I’m what this business has been dyin’ for, I’m what tha people crave, and I ain’t gonna deny them of their “fix”. As for you, I’m hookin’ up a fat hit…100 kilos of pure…uncut…Boogie Smallz. I hope you can handle it and not end up like so many others…OD’ed, a chalk outline, covered in a white sheet. Yeah, you can say it won’t happen to you…or you can
BELIEVE ‘DAT!
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FADE TO BLACK)