“Kill You“
Scene: 01
Camera: Off
:: The introduction to Sin City Wrestling’s most controversial superstars, even more controversial than that of the former Xander Bishop of the former Poppin’ Off Records label who the SCW had signed to them back in 2017. As the introduction to Cross’ debut album can be heard playing as our scene slowly begins to open up, as it begins to open we come to hear an unfamiliar voice, that voice being the voice of the announcer Cross hired for this specific thing.::
Announcer: “This is another public service announcement. Brought to you, in part, by that of ‘King Kunte Kinte” Quinton Cross and the Culver City Cartel Records label. Quinton Cross does not give a fuck what you think. If you don't like it, you can suck his fucking ***k.”
:: The sound of laughter can be heard in the background as the individual continues on.::
Announcer: “Little did you know, upon purchasing this album, you have just kissed his ass. Quinton Cross is fed up with your shit, and he's going to kill you, A… an… anything else Mr. Cross?”
Quinton Cross: “Yah, sue me”
:: As the public announcement is heard coming from that of the nearby recording booth located inside Cross’ recording studio, the scene slowly begins to unfold as we come to open up to that of protesters outside the building known only to the downtown area of Los Angeles, California as the former Studio 28, before it's renovation in 2016 when it was taken over by the now popular record label of Quinton Cross, Culver City Cartel Records.
It's early morning and just 24 hours prior news had just broke out of Cross’ homophobia and hatred towards gays and lesbians after his song “Kill You” made its debut and the words “My words are like a dagga’ with a jagged edge dat'll stab you’s in tha head, whetha you's a f-- or l** or a h******, hermaph or a trans-a-ves’ pants or dress, hate f***?
Tha answa's yes. Homophobic? Nah, you's jus’ heterophobic” were easily heard throughout the song before being pulled from the air and each radio station making an apology to its respective listeners, before claiming they had no idea those were the lyrics in the song of “Kill You” produced by that of one Sesugh Nahaje de la Croisette Jr. whom otherwise is known publicly under that of the stage name of one “Quinton Cross” whom other alias’ range from ‘The Kingpin’, ‘The Ghetto Gospel’ to more recently that of ‘King Kunta’.
As the scene shifts from the outside to where the protesters can be seen protesting at, to that of the inside to where your’s truly our hero resides in the safety of his office, and personal security, Cross can be seen looking down at the protesters from his office window.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s believe dis shit Reggie, not even 24 hours afta’ Sin City Wrestlin’s Climax Control and they’s already hatin’ on a playa…”
Reginald Griffin: “Firreals Quin?”
Quinton Cross: “Yes my G, shit jus’ doesn’ eva be on a playa’s side, you’s know wha’s I mean my G?”
Reginald Griffins: “Righ’, you’s did kinda drop a track my G abou’ killin’ those who wanna have intercourse with ‘da same sex bruh, then wentou’ and preached ‘dat shit at tha fundraisa’ you’s did, whas you’s think was gonna happen ‘specially nowadays bruh…”
Quinton Cross: “Fuck ‘em, not like they like a playa anyways. Fuck ‘em I don’ wan’ they’s f***** money any goddam ways you’s hear me my G?”
Reginald Griffins: “I guess my G.”
:: Cross chuckles a little before answering back to his personal assistant Reginald Griffins.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s guess my G, nah my G they’s can’ hate all they’s wan’ on lil’ old me as I’mma jus’ gettin’ started and trus’ me, they’s gonna know and hate ya boy Cross real talk my G, real talk…”
Reginald Griffins: “Righ’.”
:: Cross chuckles as he finds humor in the thought of the fans hating him, more so those who aren't fans of him or his record label.::
Quinton Cross: “Hell they’s really gonna hate it when dat of someone like ya boy Cross breaks dat of tha mold dat those within Sin City Wrestlin’ have forged. You’s see they’s all are agains’ ya boy Cross, but soon they’s will see ya boy Cross isn’ no joke, real talk my G, real talk dat I can assure you's Reggie.”
Reginald Griffins: “Righ’, you’s excited abou’ you’s up and comin’ match at Climax Control 203 my G?”
:: Cross smiles, as he begins to respond back to his personal assistant.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s know it my G, real talk thou’ I really wish Crimson wouldn’ have ran like tha pussy he is, man cos’ me tha damn win and got us both counted ou’.”
Reginald Griffins: “Righ’...”
Quinton Cross: “...And now these whack jobs wanna c’mon down here to Triple C and protes’ please my G, get them outta here… betta yet let ‘em protes’ it’s jus’ gonna bring Triple C’s and ya boy Cross publicity and as my boy Xanda’ Bishop used to bad publicity is betta than no publicity.”
Reginald Griffins: “Isn’ that ‘da truth.”
Quinton Cross: “Righ’ my G and once tha church of Cross comes full swin’ you’s gonna see tha doubtas becomin’ followas of ya boy here. Nows if you’s don’ mind Reggie, please cancel all of my appointmen’s for today otha’ then the meetin’ I’ve got with tha Reveren’.”
Reginald Griffins: “Will do sir.”
Quinton Cross: “Thankya my G.”
:: Cross says as he walks on back over to where his desk, throwing his feet up on the wooden surface of his desk as he leans back into his office chair as he pulls out his cellphone and dialing up a number from his contacts list as he places the phone to the side of his head up to his ear.::
Quinton Cross: “Yo…
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You’s don’ say my G.
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Righ’
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These tricks all be thinkin’ I’mma gangsta and shit.
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Firreals my G, they be callin’ me a gangsta we’s both know I’m no gangsta..
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Righ’
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Yea my G, I’ll meet up you’s lata on, you’s know were my G.
:: Cross says before ending his phone conversation with whomever it was he was talking to, as he places his cell phone back on his desk before going back to work.::
-----[[Six hours later…]]
“Candy Shop”
Scene: 02
Camera: Off
:: We open up outside the famously known stripclub known to many as the ‘Candy Store’ located in Phoenix, Arizona. Now why in God's green earth would we be here, neither of Ms. Pussy or Ms. Mountains are involved with that scene, then just as the sun slowly begins to set ‘Bitch Please’ by Snoop Dogg ft. Nate Dogg and Xzibit can be heard blaring on out of White hardtop Chevy Monte Carlo LS on 26" Asanti rims, sitting driver seat is none other than that of ‘The Ghetto Gospel’ and the hero of our story Quinton Cross.
As Quinton pulls into the parking lot of the Arizona gentlemen’s nightclub, his Chevy Monte Carlo LS comes to a halt as he pulls into a parking spot within the parking lot of the gentlemen's nightclub. Once parked the driver side door of Cross’ Monte Carlo LS opens up, a 750 dollar ‘White/Gold colored special edition Air Jordan 12 OVO shoe can be seen hitting the blacktop of the parking lot.
Yes, Cross has expensive taste, he can be seen having a low fade undercut hairstyle. The sides can be seen having religious like symbols styled into his fade. A gold chain necklace dangles around his neck, dangling from the golden chain can be seen being a diamond studded religious cross, he also can be seen wearing an all white Jordan tracksuit with a white dress shirt underneath that can be seen having a gold/black like design. As Cross walks around to the trunk area of his Monte Carlo LS, a gentleman walks on up to him and smiles.::
: “Greetin’ brotha’ Cross.”
Quinton Cross: “Greetin’s fatha’ Vincent.”
:: Cross says identifying the gentleman as father Vincent Gibson. Father Gibson can be dressed in a similar fashion to that of how Cross can be seen dressed.::
Quinton Cross: “Wasn’ so sure if dis was goin’ to be a good place to come considerin’ whas mos’ consida’ dis place, but afta’ long consideration its tha perfec’ place to conduc’ business. We’s won’ be bothered seein’ how many wouldn’ think too religious men like ourselves would come to such a place…”
:: Cross chuckles at the thought.::
Father Gibson: “ Righ’ a place of harlots and tramps eh Quin?”
Quinton Cross: “Well it’s true my G, especially considain’ ya boy Cross is tryin’ to convince these tigh’ lipped fucks you’s all call followa’s he’s changed for tha betta you’s know. Not a single soul is convinced yet but soon Fatha’ Gibson they’s shall and believe they’s will once they’s see ya boy Cross isn’ some fraud…”
Father Gibson: “Soon my son they will see you’s as a true man of faith.”
Quinton Cross: “I doub’ dat my G.”
Father Gibson: “You’s need to have faith my son allow ‘da lord to lead you’s in ‘da righ’ direction…”
Quinton Cross: “He’s helped me in tha pas’ fatha’ when I had to face off agains’ tha gran’son of Charles Manson or so he claims my G. Firreals dis’ playa straigh’ up possessed by a dark spirit… playa be postin’ some cryptic satanic messages and shit, even sen’ ya boy Cross some bullshit on his social media page you’s know…”
Father Gibson: “Faith in ‘da lord my son is all you’s need to have…”
:: Cross nods in agreement with what Father Gibson said.::
Quinton Cross: “Agree Fatha’ Vincent, you’s think dis is gonna help my cause?”
Father Gibson: “Brotha’ Cross if you’s can convince some of these harlots to change they’s way then you’s mus’ be doin’ somethin’ righ’ you’s know.”
Quinton Cross: “I guess, I mean its worth a shot in tha dark you’s know...”
Father Gibson: “Indeed Brotha’ Cross.”
:: Father Gibson can be heard saying as he and Cross slowly make their way on over to the entrance of the famous Arizona gentlemen’s nightclub known only as the ‘Candy Store’. As both Cross and Father Gibson make their way on over to the entrance they’re stopped by the nightclubs head bouncer.::
Bouncer: “Woah… woah… ID gentlemen.”
Quinton Cross: “Really?”
Bouncer: “Does it look like I’m kidding bruh?”
Father Gibson: “Jus’ give it to ‘em Brotha’ Cross.”
Quinton Cross: “Firreals Fatha’?”
Father Gibson: “Yessir Cross.”
:: The bouncer of the gentlemen’s nightclub grins as he looks over both Cross’ ID and Father Gibson’s ID as he looks them over he pauses as he looks at the picture of Cross.::
Bouncer: “You… you’r… you’re Quinton Cross huh?”
Quinton Cross: “You’s know it my G.”
Bouncer: “Bruh you can go right in…”
Quinton Cross: “Firreals?”
Bouncer: “Yes, anyone stops you, just let ‘em know Johnny okayed it bruh.”
Quinton Cross: “Real talk dats whas up my G.”
Bouncer: “No problems…”
Quinton Cross: “You’s sure?”
Bouncer: Yea I’m sure bruh.”
Father Gibson: “You’s heard ‘da man Brotha’ Cross…”
:: As Father Gibson says that both Cross and he walk inside the nightclub. Various women of all ages can be seen perfecting their craft, one of the oldest crafts known to man. Though not the greatest, one that instantly will get them fast cash and no man or woman could argue that. As the two continue on in, they come to be greeted by a young female looking to make a name for herself as she struggles to get them to their attention.::
Quinton Cross: “Gurl you’s needa quit real talk… we’s are men of tha lord and saviah, somethin’ you’s should be as well…”
Girl: “Umm yea no I’mma good trust me…”
Quinton Cross: “Trus’ you’s nah I’d ratha’ not my sista’, thou’ if you’s wan’ I can guide you’s in tha righ’ direction…”
Girl: “Really?”
Quinton Cross: “Gurl yes…”
Girl: “You’re kidding right?”
Quinton Cross: “No.”
Girl: “For real?”
:: Cross rolls his eyes as he continues to attempt to win the girl over.::
Quinton Cross: “Trus’ me gurl I wouldn’ lie to you’s…”
Father Gibson: “He’s not lyin’ gurl…”
Quinton Cross: “See…”
Girl: “You must think I’m stupid or something, hey yo Johnny…”
:: The girl says as she calls for security to escort Cross and Gibson out of the nightclub.::
Johnny: “Yes Jenna?”
Jenna: “These two keep bothering me Johnny, can you get rid of them for me please…”
:: As the female stripper, identified as Jenna says that, the bouncer laughs at her.::
Jenna: “What Johnny?”
Johnny: “Um yea Jenna that’s Quinton Cross right there…”
:: As Johnny says that Jenna looks over as Cross who nods in agreement.::
Jenna: “I care why, the guy looks like a straight up gangsta hood rat.”
Johnny: “She didn’t mean that Mr. Cross please forgive her.”
:: Johnny says in a nervous tone of voice as Cross just shakes his head.::
Quinton Cross: “No worries my G, if she don’ wanna listen then dat’s fine… we’s will jus’ have to continue on maybe afta I win tha Sin City Wrestlin’ Roulette championship dis week she’ll believe… maybe. Jus’ maybe she’ll become a believa’ you’s know…”
:: Cross says as he continues on in through the nightclub looking for his next follower.::
