Busted!
(FADE IN to the London Luton Airport, in London England. Several airport security and police are waiting outside Gate D12, for passengers to step off of the plane. As the people start filing in, it seems a few are almost running to get off. As the crowd dwindles down, Boogie Smallz steps off the plane and through the gate. He looks around at all the security and doesn’t understand what’s going on.)
BS:What’s goin’ on herre? A terrorist threat or some ish?
COP: No sir, we are here to place you under arrest, for violating a few laws while you were on your trip over.
BS:A few laws? Since when is it a crime to stink up a bathroom?
(The stewardess that Boogie hit on earlier comes out with a bag and hands it to the police. The cop looks in and examines the contents.)
COP: This blunt roach right here…is a crime. I’m sorry, I’m gonna have to read you your rights.
(Boogie looks upset, but he brought it upon himself. As the police read him his rights, he is handcuffed and escorted through a side hallway, for authorized personnel only. They lead him to a holding room, which has a TV installed from the ceiling. They uncuff one of his hands and cuff the other end to a long rail.)
COP: Just sit tight, we need to get some more eye witness accounts and see if we can gather any more evidence on the plane.
BS:Man…why you tryin’ to set me up? I didn’t do nothin’. I got a match in a few days…I can’t be dealin’ with this ish!
COP: Look pal, make it easy on yourself…sit tight and shut up.
(Boogie looks at the cop with an angry look on his face. The cop leaves the room and looks around the room, he notices the bag of evidence sitting on the table near him, that the cops carelessly left behind. He reaches over and can barely touch, but it able to grasp it with his fingertips. He slides it towards him and opens the bag up. He pulls out the blunt roach and pats down his pockets, in search of a lighter. He finds it and fires it up.)
BS:I gotta get rid of this evidence. I can’t be catchin’ a case in England and causin’ a huge Inna’national incident. I don’t wanna see my lil’ nizzos out therre creatin’ a Free Boogie campaign. (Boogie takes a few huge hits, to help burn it down.) That damn ho-ass stewardess, if I woulda’ known her husband was po-po, I wouldn’t have tried to holla’ at her. But you never know unless ya’ try. (Smiles and takes another big hit.) They better go get Sherlock Holmes or some of them old heads down at Scotland Yard to come down herre and get down to tha bottom of this ish! (Puffs his blunt.) Don’t think I don’t know what Holmes has in his ma’fuckin’ pipe…he was gettin’ TORE DOWN tryin’ to solve murder cases and shizz.
(Boogie puffs his blunt and looks up at the corner at the TV. It happens to be airing a show hyping GXW Battleground Britain. A clip airs of Christian Sands’ latest promo. Boogie looks on and puffs his blunt. He shakes off Sands’ comments and watches the clip until the end. Clips of their last match begin to air and Jason Grant can be heard pushing the match.)
BS:Ain’t no need for me to pay attention to that, we all know tha outcome. Now Sands, you wanna run your mouth and say ish like “foolish” or “arrogance”, and then in tha same promo…you yourself do what you say I’m doin’. I ain’t about to get into that, instead I’m gonna tell you a lil’ sumthin’ about what makes Boogie Smallz tick. See, I’m tryin’ to build a foundation to carry my career on further and coughin’ up tha TV title to you isn’t part of my strategy. It seems that erry damn person that has held tha TV title in tha past year, only keeps it for a few shows…so tha odds aren’t in my favor. However, I plan on changin’ that trend. Instead of havin’ paper champions, who don’t hold up to expectations…now GXW has a champ that can actually BRING BACK all tha prestige this title once had. (Puffs his blunt.)
Am I tha poster champion? Blonde hair, blue-eyed, signin’ autographs and shizz…no. What I am though, is a man that has been fed crap for all of his career. I get to GXW and things change, yeah sure I am bein’ taken advantage of, but I’ll deal with that in time. Right herre, right now…I’m doin’ sumthin’ for myself…sumthin’ I never had tha chance to do in tha CSWA…and that’s make it on my own, and I’ve been doin’ a damn good job of it! Now you wanna come in and take food off of my plate? Take away my TV title? (Puffs his blunt and shakes his head.) I know you’re hungry dawg. I know you want to be a champion more than anything. But I want it more! You don’t take from me…I take from you! You come into this match with your head held high…and I’ma’ knock it off your shoulders!
You sayin’ people think my rise to stardom is superhuman? Really? I don’t see it that way…because I do know I’m human…and I also know that erryone I beat along tha way herre, just wasn’t on my level. See, I’m way up herre. (Tries to raises his arm, but realizes it’s cuffed, so he uses the other one.) And erryone I beat is way down herre (Lowers arm.), includin’ you Sands.
(Boogie takes one final puff, before burning his fingers. He swallows the roach to get rid of any evidence.)
BS:I think you are championship material, I really do. Thang is, you gotta drop a few pounds to be in tha Cruiserweight division! (Smiles) Or maybe you can get a partner and try for tha tag titles…’cuz those are tha only avenues I see you takin’ to get some gold. That is, unless you order one of those replica titles off of gxwwrestling.com. (Laughs) I know, enough of tha jokes. Sands, you got an opportunity to shine herre, take advantage of it…you are in tha spotlight due to tha hottest act in tha biz…tha B To Tha Z. Regardless of tha ish I talk, I ain’t gonna take you lightly this time, I’m gonna be prepared, and I will shine tha belt up before tha match…only ‘cuz I wanna step out and make my debut at Wembley Stadium lookin’ so fresh…and so clean!
(The doors open up and the police notice the cloud of smoke that has gathered in the room. Boogie quickly reaches into his pocket and lights a Newport, acting as if he was chain-smoking cigarettes.)
COP: Damnit, there’s that evidence bag. (Grabs the bag and notices its empty.) What the…where did it go, buddy? You better confess.
BS:I ain’t sayin’ ish, you got me messed up! Tha glove don’t fit…you must acquit.
COP: How did you get a hold of it. I know you smoked it up in here, I can smell.
BS:Nah man, I’m just nervous…been smokin’ cigs, excuse me…fags, like crazy.
COP: We couldn’t find anything on the plane, but we’re gonna hold you here for a while.
BS:This is bull…ya’ best let me out of these cuffs, I got a show to do in a few days.
COP: We’ll see about that.
(The scene fades out as Boogie stands up out of his chair and gets in the cop’s face.)