Post by John Black on Oct 12, 2021 23:08:34 GMT -5
Day Before Clash (Oct 10 2021)
[It opens up to a large venue in Baltimore where local Rapper named X-Dawg who looked like Drake was performing in, after about two hours into his set, he took a break in the backstage and saw JB hanging around minding his business. Then he comes up JB, and gives him some dap and talk with him as they head into his dressing room.]
X-Dawg: Ay Yo, JB my brotha what’s good man?
JB: You know how it is, just cooling back here, watching the monitor of your performance.
X-Dawg: That’s cool man, hey man I was thinking if you could come on stage for me? I got some other shit to tend to, i’ll be back on around midnight.
JB: Midnight? It’s barely even 10pm and you want me to go on the stage? Nah, that’s not a good look, don’t you got some local rapper in your entourage to put on? I think it’ll look bad if I be on that stage.
X-Dawg: Look, if you hope on the stage for me, i’ll pay you 50K for it. I’ll even bring you some fine baddies who might wanna wrestle you, if you catch what I’m sayin.
[X-Dawg then takes his things out of his dressing room, and he hands JB the mic as he leaves with his entourage in tow. JB then looked at the clock on wall that read 10:30pm, and he looked into the mirror and spoke words of encouragement. About fifteen minutes later, JB comes to the stage where it immediately died down with no excitement. As he was trying to speak, the people in the crowd looked confused and almost started boo him off the stage but wasn’t too fazed by it.]
JB: I’m not X-Dawg, but I know how to flow like a motherfucka, so give me chance to rock this mic or you can boo me even harder then two dolla crack hoe in the street. If not, then I can fuck off in the back as your homie X is off elsewhere. So what it gon be?… serenading y’all ears or telling me to fuck off?
[As he stood there waiting for a response, the DJ started playing an instrumental of Dipset’s I Really Mean It, as soon the beat dropped the crowd started going crazy and he managed to bust some rhymes to the beat, and noticed they all came to life. As the hours flew by, JB went to the backstage and saw X-Dawg with a briefcase and three onlyfans model types flanking him. It was about 12:45pm, and he handed JB the briefcase full of money as he got the mic from him to perform on the stage, which left him alone with the girls. One of them who looked like Bad Bhabie tryin to jack the case off him.]
JB: What the fuck are you doing?
Thief Ho3: I want that money, I want to jack it off you. I don’t care about X-Dawg and his shady business deal he do on the cut. So Give up the case of the money, or we’ll have to blast you!
[Then the two girls pull out the gun, and he tosses the case on the floor, and he leaves before anything happens. Then they open the case, and they see the money that had blood on the bills. As he looked at them playing with the dirty money, shook his head and he leaves the area.]
The Underground Club (Oct 11 2021)
[This time, JB left the arena once the show was over, due to him being happy with the outcome against Claire Hawkins. He was in the rental car where he drove up to the The Underground Club, dressed in his airbrushed jacket with a image of Harvey Marx on the back, black jeans and plain black sneakers. As he parked the car, he see’s X-Dawg and his crew holding guns in their pockets on his rear view window. He gets out the car and he heads to the club, and he gets in as he enters, he see’s the place lively with strippers doing their thing. As he walks down the club, he noticed one the ladies coming up to him in her skimpy attire, signaling him for a dance.]
Dancer: My name is desireee and I would want you know if you want a dance? i’m inexpensive if you are wondering.
[JB then looked at the girl, who was one of the girls who robbed him full of dirty money last time. He then shook his head no, and she kept insisting him, until he gave her the hand to the face and walked off, and she pulled he earring off and she tries to grab JB, but he lifted her up in a Fireman’s Carry and spins her around until he propped her down on the stage.]
JB: If I said no, I said no… I’m sorry for being rude and crude onto you.
[Then X-Dawg saw him across the club, and he signals one of his crew to get him. Then JB meets up X-Dawg at the VIP booth with expensive drinks and other stuff you can imagine. He see’s the girls snorting a line of coke on the glass table, and they offer him but he said no.]
X-Dawg: Oh come on man, you need to live it up a little? Take a hit or two, it wouldn’t hurt ya.
JB: Nah i’m not into that lifestyle, i’m square to a certain extent.
X-Dawg: Fine by me, more for me anyways… so did you take the money from last time?
JB: I couldn’t take it, the three girls you had robbed me for it, and I noticed it had blood on it. I couldn’t imagine to keep it, looks kinda dirty.
X-Dawg: Dirty!?!… whatchu mean boy?… you wit the feds!?
JB: No i’m not, plus I don’t know where you got that money from so I just let your three broads take off me. Maybe they know more shit then I do, but thanks for the offer though.
[JB then tries to leave the booth, but two of his goons stop him from leaving. Then JB has a gun aimed to his head, by the same two girls who robbed him. X-Dawg then smokes a doobie, and blows it up on the air. He takes another hit, and blows it on JB’s face as he looked at him with glare.]
X-Dawg: You know John, I liked you performing for me at my show. While you were doing your shit, I was doing some business with some people. They handed me the case, or in this case I had to take it with force so to speak. John, do you fear a man like me?
JB: I’m not really afraid, I know people who are like you and I can’t fear a man who makes love songs about stripper girls.
[Then one of the girls hits with the butt of the gun on his head, and he looked a bit annoyed with the attack. He then tries to leave, but this time X-Dawg stops his crew from provoking him any more. He then leaves the club, but noticed his rental car got smashed in with the tires missing, he then calls a taxi to take him to the motel.]
Airplane Delay, Oh Yay! (Oct 12 2021)
[After spending some time in the area where the show took place in, he booked himself out of the town back to Baltimore at 7AM, but the issue is he was stuck in departures with his carry on. As he sat on the chair looking at the windows where the planes are, he noticed a unknown number calling him and he left it alone; but overtime it kept him up, so he ended up answering it, and it was voice he never heard before.]
JB: Hell.. Hell—YAWN—- Hello, who’s this?
Random #: It’s me Desiree, that girl who you turned down for a lap dance.
JB: Oh… ugh, how did you get this number?
Random #: X-Dawg gave it to me, he told me to tell you y’all should hang out today.
JB: After last night?… i’m taking a flight home away from this place, I can’t handle all this heat here. Maybe next time, i’ll creep by here but for now tell him i’m not interested.
Random #: But John… ugh, he’s going to get mad at me… you’re no fun.
JB: I never said I was fun, so goodbye my friend.
Random #: Wait Wait!… I want to fly with out with you away from here too!
JB: No, you tried to rob me last Sunday at the concert, no you stay there and away from me.. now goodbye!
[He hangs up and hear the message over the PA about the delayed flight to Baltimore, which said it will arrive by 11AM for departure. JB then puts on his earbuds on, and sleeps as the scene fades.]
Certified Rappa/Lova/Truth Tella Boy
“Man, my life is crazy first I’m chilling in the backstage, busting random freestyles to a crowd to dealing with shady drug dealing enterprise with blood money. I guess I attract the crazy types, and i guess i’m also a crazy man myself to complement me. Would I got back to the town? Maybe not, but if I need to feel alive I can make that attempt again, but for now i’m just going to focus doing positive shit if it’s possible for me…. anyways more important shit…
When I had to deal with that double count out ruling, I was happy as fuck for it because it helped us to grow and grow like a butterfly from it’s cocoon. Its’ like never-ending quest to determine if I can dethrone the Maleficent of Action Wrestling.
Hell now, it’s Tourtuer’s US Lottery to determine who’s in for a possible shot at the most coveted title this company has produced since it’s own inception, the United States Championship. Many have held it with such honor and prestige, and some had been in contendership for it, some have passed the challenge of representing the USA, some had challenged to prove how much of workhorse they are in the ring, and other things like that. I know for me, I said if I had a shot at the belt, i’d turn it into a Africa Championship to stick it to the man; that might put fear on the fan base, but deal with it.
I’ve learned for a long time, that I wouldn’t be in no title contendership where I would get any upper hand, and be ragdoll’ed like a AW 2K game, and be forgotten about until the next game comes out. When it comes to the represtaiton of myself, I know that I am not good enough to hang with anyone, so this is why i’m glad there isn’t a round three and a half WITH myself against Hawkins, because it be boring and an snoozefest. Not to say I care about ratings, but I do know that I couldn’t carry her witches brew with all my might in that ring.
Now, I got to deal with three other people who might carry her witches brew to the covenant of boredom and sadness, and oh boy it’s a doozy with this wonderful line up. Everyone knows my on and off thing with CJ, he might be able to take her down with his might, or someone like Bryan who Clair maybe had some prior beef with assuming in the past, or this Lethe who might make Clair shiver in fear. While these people can beat her down, and make her witchy witch turn to dust…
I’ll be the one in the cut awaiting my time to lurk in and out of this thing.
I am the type of man to let the over and fresher talent get that shine, then a old man like me will come in and ruin the party for everyone. To be frank, I know that this won’t be my night to win a spot at Mista Tourt’s US Lottery…
But I am damn sure to know that everyone will get their asses whooped by a man who just needs to let off some steam on PPV.
I might not be CJ with the anime hoes and former associates who kicked him out like how HBK did to Booker T, or someone with witch powers who had more reigns with the TV title then Janitor Duggan ever did, newcomer with glitches like if he’s in the Matrix or something, or Minnie’s alter ego that even Walt Disney himself wouldn’t be proud off seeing in the ring.
While they are more or less established and fresh…
I’m more of the rigged, and more focused to prove the world that, no matter the situation, i’m still on my Certified R.L.T.T. Boy shit on the 17th of October in Execution…win or lose in that lotto.
See y’all in Bud Walton Arena!”