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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 5, 2007 20:00:07 GMT
 CCW Middleweight Title Tournament
Quarter-Final Match #2:
Gangsta G.
vs.
James Brody****************************************************************** 2 Promo's Each; Now Let's DO The Damn Thing . . . |
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Post by Carl on Feb 7, 2007 18:49:13 GMT
The camera opens with Gangsta G. backstage at the RBC Center getting warmed up for his Middleweight Tournament Match. He takes a fighting stance though as he is approached by Union Jakked. They both share smug looks.
Brody: Alright Gangster. You know if you had a decent up bringing then you might be a superior athlete like myself and Chad.
Chad grins and nods his head in agreement. Gangsta G. doesn't look impressed.
Brody: I mean if you had even half the talent we have then you wouldn't lose as many matches. A trend that's going to continue tonight when I knock you out of the tournament.
Brody leers at Gangsta G. as he seems to ponder Brody's comments. Union Jakked become impatient with the silence.
McKenzie: Are you gonna say something or not?.
Gangsta G. scratches at his head and then in an instant slaps Brody across the face. The three men then begin to brawl with Union Jakked getting the upper hand. After several seconds Balistic charges down the corridor coming to the aid of his tag team partner. The four men brawl until they're pulled apart by CCW officials. The cameraman is knocked over and the footage cuts out.
Short & Sweet
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Post by +Donald $. Carlos+ on Feb 8, 2007 18:32:11 GMT
The camera fades back in from black, after a while, & re-opens on a shot of the sitting Gangsta G.
He is sitting on the middle cushion of a black leather couch, which appears to be inside his dressing room, with a furious Balistic charging back & forth behind him. The left leg of his jeans is rolled up, & over the kneecap, with a slight hint of swelling over the unprotected kneecap . . .
Balistic: "Why did you refuse medical attention, G?! It's pretty fucking obvious that you're in pain . . . & if you go out there & wrestle in this condition, then you're a DAMN fool!"
Gangsta: "How, pray tell, did you come to that conclusion?"
Balistic stops pacing, & sits along the left armrest of the upholstered piece of furniture to clam his nerves; reaching forward to grab a bottle of water sitting along the top of the table in front of him, & chugging half of its contents before responding . . .
Balistic: "Because, man; that's EXACTLY what they want you to do! That's exactly why they tried to throw you off your game, back there . . . & this is exactly what they were hoping for, when they did so."
Gangsta reaches toward his right, & produces a spool of black athletic tape, as well as his trademark leg brace. He begins wrapping the tape rather gingerly around the swelled area, & uses his teeth to tear the continuous strand from the spool when he has reached what he believes to be enough support. He then opens the velcro that keeps his brace intact, & begins placing it around his leg as he responds . . .
Gangsta: "OK, so, what are you suggesting?
Do you want me to just give up? Throw in the towel before the match has even started, & just no-show like some little bitch?! Is that what you think of me?!"
Balistic: "Naw, man . . ."
Gangsta pushes the leg of his jeans down over the knee brace, & pushes angrily to his feet in order to continue . . .
Gangsta: "Well, guess what; that ain't how I roll!
I've had knee injuries all my life . . . some worse off than others . . . & I can say with the utmost confidence, that this is NOTHING!
I'm not gonna' give up my shot at the Middleweight Championship for a FUCKING bruise . . . OK?! That's all this is . . . & if those Limey fudge packers think that this is enough to sideline me; THE O.G. of Unleashed; then they, as well as the rest of the WORLD . . . which includes you, Nick Smith . . . are more sorry than I had originally thought!"
Gangsta then slides the elbow pad up his right arm, claps his hands together, cracks his neck, & ties the trademark bandana behind his head. He then slides the trenchcoat over his arms, & turns toward the door . . .
Gangsta: "I'll see you later . . ."
BOOM!
And, with that, Gangsta leaves the room; slamming the door behind him rather emphatically. The cameraman remains focused on the door, & then Gangsta's dumbfounded partner, before cutting the feed. This causes the screen to:
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