“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.::

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[[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.::

 OOC:- Not my best piece of work than again I always think that when writing a new character of mine, but it is something so hopefully it does the job, best of luck to my opponents Fenris and Courtney Pierce. To my partner Otaki really looking forward to this and happy to be your partner, let the best team win.

With that being said and this being my 1st Rp that I’ve done with my new character Quinton Cross hope you all enjoy this Rp of mine seeing how it's my 1st Rp I've done in a long time since the closing of SCW lol so yea hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing...

R.
- Gabe.

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“Surviving The Times”
Scene: 01
Camera: Off - Flashback

OUR story begins in the streets of Miami more so Liberty City, Miami, Florida, we come to see the projects, it’s spring and more so the 2nd month of Spring April to be exact, well the end of April you could easily say and it’s a Friday… folks can be seen coming and going throughout the day, the laughing of children at the nearby park can be heard playing, yea see the ghetto isn’t all what most make it out to be, yea sure the folks who reside in Liberty City work hard, they also live hard if that makes any sense.

Though one particular couple can be seen being rather happy for living in such a rundown, low income neighborhood, that couple being the de la Croisette’s. Sesugh de la Croisette can be seen rushing his wife Afeni out to their vehicle, now why would he be doing that you wonder? Mrs. de la Croisette was about to give birth and scheduled to deliver quiet soon at the Jackson Memorial hospital in Miami, Florida.

[[One Day later…]]

3:30 a.m. on a Saturday, March 01, 1990, to be exact, we come to see the Mr. and Mrs. de la Croisette can be seen being all smiles as they welcome into this world a baby boy, that baby boy would come to be named Sesugh Nahaje de la Croisette Jr. who when born weighed in at 6 pounds.

Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the de la Croisette’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town.

What exactly would be the disaster you wonder? Well it could have been anything from drug overdose, to a car crash, to even murder, though one thing is for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.

[[Three Days After…]]

March 04,1989, the sound of sirens could be heard as paramedics rushed to the aid of Sesugh de la Croisette Sr., Cross’ father who'd gotten caught up in drug deal gone wrong, what you thought this was some sort of happily ever after story where everyone is happy and lives a glorious life with no complaints or no regrets, fuck nah this the story of a street dealer by the name of Sesugh de la Croisette Jr. and this is his story...

You see at the age 14 Sesugh Jr. had learned the ways of drug dealing, starting out just flipping, and running errands for those already slinging, though it wouldn't be long before Sesugh Jr. himself would be slinging and having his own crew, more so those wanting to learn the game of the streets.

Though at the age of 16 Sesugh Jr. would come find himself behind bars for the 1st time serving a year at best after getting caught by an undercover police officer, sad thing is Sesugh Jr. saw it as a vacation for himself it wouldn't be until Sesugh Jr. turned 20 years old that he would come to find himself behind bars a 2nd time...

At 22 Croisette Jr. would come to befriend wrestling legend Gabriel ‘The Beast’ Cragen who'd come to mentor and train Croisette Jr. in the sport of professional wrestling, it was truly certain, when god created Sesugh, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Sesugh would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, that very man being the very man who'd come to be known publicly by that of his stage name QUINTON CROSS...

[[Two weeks prior to the Blast from the Past tournament being announced…]]

:: We come to open up to that of our hero ‘The Kingpin’ that ghetto n!%%@ your boy and Sin City Wrestling’s latest signee Quinton Cross, the man in charge of one of the hottest underground independent Hip-hop music labels, that label being none other then ‘Culver City Cartel Records’. So why are we at Cross’ Culver City Cartel Records’ you wonder to be honest not even someone as close as I am to Mr. Cross knows, one thing is certain is must be of importance for Cross to have us all here today that's for sure.

As the scene slowly begins to unfold more we come to see Cross standing with his back to that of the door to an office, though not just any office a conference room to be exact, Cross can be seen looking out one of the windows within that of the conference room, the Los Angeles, California city streets and highways filled to their maximum capacity as the sun slowly begins to set.::

Quinton Cross: “Greetin’ to those of you who are here for my big announcemen’ and glad you all could be here with us today on such a shor’ notice for today’s press conference...”

:: Cross says as he slowly turns around to see the various folks from both that of the wrestling industry and those within the music industry to even those within the news industry in attendance. The conference room of which Cross can be seen being in can be seen being rather large and fills with commotion as light bulbs begin flashing all over the room. Quinton sits down and begins to put pen to paper. As he finishes signing the contract. Cross then holds it up for all the press to see. It takes a few moments but the commotion dies down shortly afterward. Cross’ personal assistant Reginald Griffin looks over at his boss and smiles in approval before speaking back into the microphone.::

Quinton Cross: ‘Now I know y'all are probably here my big announcemen’ and shit but before ya boy gets to that and set's tha world a blaze, let's get to tha otha’ things outta tha way firs’ ya know wha’ I'm sayin’...”

:: Cross says as he reaches across the table he is sitting at and grabs his soda, condensation can be seen having built up around the soda and where it had been placed. As he takes a few sips from his soda he places back on the table he's sitting at and speaks.::

Quinton Cross: “As some of you may know tha debu’ album of my boy Capone is set for production this week so yea, tha afta’ party for that is gonna be atchya boy's nigh’ club tha Cleopatra…”

:: As Cross says that he signals for Capone to stand up for some pictures.::

Quinton Cross: “Now don’cha ya’ll go sellin’ these on tha street's they gonna be worth a lot more down tha road!”

:: Cross says as various flashes can be seen going off in the room around him as he takes a few pictures with Capone.::

Quinton Cross: “Now… now…”

Press Agent #1: "Mr. Cross! Mr. Cross!"

:: Before Cross can answer Cross personal assistant Reginald Griffins stands up and speaks.::

Reginald Griffins: “Now before my boss Mr. Cross makes his announcement I’s have one I'd like to make myself and that's we're going to hirin’ talent and expandin’ the Triple C brand as we’s speak…”

:: Cross smiles, before responding.::

Quinton Cross: “That is true, thou’ it'll be cross-promotion and yours truly will be at tha helm of it all ya know wha’ I'ma sayin’ and now onto a few questions so shoot ‘em out atchya boy!’

:: As Cross says that he's flooded with question after question, he takes on the first person he sees in the crowd of media in attendance for his announcement.::

Quinton Cross: “Yessir you there…”

Press Agent #1: "What made you sign with Sin City Wrestling and not some other promotion out there Cross?"

Quinton Cross “Honestly Reggie is the one who got me the contract deal with Sin City..."

:: As he says that Griffins steps forth and answers the question the press agent had questioned.::

Reginald Griffins: "Like Mr. Cross, there said I’s got him the contract deal with Sin City Wrestlin’ and trust me it wasn’ easy, I’s had to go throu’ loops and various meetings with both Mr. Underwood and Mr. Ward to get him signed due to his reputation and past history with the law, thou’ in all honesty who wouldn’ have signed the youngster, I’s mean seriously it couldn’ have been the easies’ and smartes’ business move they could have made. Havin’ Quinton signed with their promotion is only goin’ to get them more exposure havin’ him signed with them..."

Press Agent #1: “Why is that Griffins?”

Reginald Griffins: “Because he’s like a diamon’ in the rough and well with given time he’ll shine among the res’ if and if treated righ’. What I’s mean by that is if he’s given the chance to shine, he easily could end up becomin’ a big name not jus’ in their promotion but within the wrestlin’ industry in general which I’s know the kid will, if given the chance like I’s said…”

:: Griffins says as Cross points to the next media personal in attendance.::

Press Agent #2: "Mr. Quinton Cross! Mr. Quinton Cross!"

Quinton Cross: "Yessir you there..."

:: Cross says addressing the press agent who called out to him.::

Press Agent #2: "How do you feel being one of the newest talents signed to Sin City Wrestling?”

Quinton Cross: "Um, to be hones’, it feels quite good to be hones’. I mean I’ma one of tha hottes’ talents on tha scene as of righ’ now since tha debu’ of my boy Xanda’ Bishop who broke boundaries for G’s like myself so you know..."

:: As Cross says that several more interviewers again begin to ask questions all at once.::

Press Agent #3: "Rumor has it you were thinking of signing with 4 Corners Wrestling is that true?"

:: Cross smiles before speaking out again.::

Quinton Cross: "That’s a good question and allow me to clear that one up for you’s all, I indeed was, but in the las’ minute of signin’ a contrac’ deal with them Reggie here had informed me of Sin City returnin’ and well ya boy decided agains’ it. Now I’d be lyin’ if I said I’d not sign with them maybe down tha road…”

:: Cross pauses for a second, before grinning.::

Quinton Cross: “Hell you’s easily may indeed see ya boy at some poin’ in time inside a 4CW ring hell even maybe an Honor Wrestlin’ ring, but until then that shit isn’ happenin’ anytime soon as I’ma glad to be apar’ of tha Sin City family bruh.”

Press Agent #4: "Mr. Cross! Mr. Cross.. and what makes Sin City different from well 4CW or the EWC or any other wrestling promotion out there?"

:: Cross chuckles a little with laughter before answering the reporter's question.::

Quinton Cross: “Sin City isn’ some glorified promotion looking for a quick cash cow to milk and then kill off much like a few of tha others I’m assure have done… You’s see one thin’ er’body knows is havin’ a hot talen’ like myself would brin’ them to new heights if I had signed with them, but I didn’ as you’s all know... I signed with Sin City."

:: As he says that the room erupts with various interviewers throwing out more questions at him, as if he had just threw a bucket of blood into a pool of hungry sharks.::

Quinton Cross: "I’ll answer two more question for you’s all."

Press Agent #5: "What goals or championships do you see yourself going after?"

:: Cross chuckles a little more in laughter before answering the question asked of him.::

Quinton Cross: "Wha's up with all these cheesy questions? No, but seriously that’s for me to know and for you’s all to wait and see wha’ unfolds afta’ tha Blas’ From tha Pas’ tournamen’ which yessir before you’s ask if I’ve signed up for that I have indeed. Now as for championship gold goes I am indeed interested in chasin’ afta’ a few titles when tha time presen’s itself, las’ question…”

:: Cross says as he points to a gorgeous female in the back of the conference room.::

Quinton Cross: “You’s there.”

Press Agent #6: “Yes, can we expect to see more promoting and producing music from you here at your label once you get more established?”

Quinton Cross: “That’s always goin’ to be passion numba’ one and somethin’ I’ll neva’ give up. It’s jus’ somethin’ I love to do and to be hones’ it’s not even work for me, it’s more of a pleasure for ya boy if anythin’ to be hones’.”

:: As Cross says that he waves goodbye as he exits the conference room area through a backdoor avoiding any snapping photographs and press agents blurting out questions at him, as he exits through a backdoor Griffins stands back up and begins to speak again.::

Reginald Griffins: "Thank you’s all for comin’ out an’ we’s will come to see you’s all very soon when my boss Mr. Quinton Cross debu’s within Sin City Wrestlin’, until then you’ll jus’ have to wait an’ see when the magic unfolds!”

:: As Griffins says that he leaves the conference room area walking on out through the same backdoor exit area his boss Quinton Cross had done so moments before, as he does the video feed to today’s press conference ends....]]

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“Dem Boyz”
Scene: 02
Camera: Off

[[Three Hours after the press conference…]]

:: THE scene opens up and a few photographers and media personal can be seen having staggered behind at a last attempt in hope of hopefully getting more information out of Cross as he walks through the lobby doors of his record studio. Once through the glass double doors of his studio building he’s swarmed by those who staggered behind awaiting for his departure.

Press Agent # 01: “Mr. Cross do you like the life you live?”

Quinton Cross: “Damn right I like tha life I live, ‘cause I wen’ from negative to positive bruh”

Press Agent # 02: “Cross, Cross…”

:: Cross ignores the last heard voice of another press personal as he’s greeted by that of his limousine driver Harold Jefferson. As Cross is greeted by his limousine driver Mr. H. Jefferson, Jefferson opens one of the limousine doors and allows Cross to get inside of it, the duel known publicly as Reckless Youth can be seen sitting inside already..::

Harold Jefferson: “Where to Mr. Cross?”

Quinton Cross: “Whoa Jefferson why are they-?”

:: Before Cross can even finish Mac Dre of Reckless Youth speaks out from inside Cross’ personal limousine.::

Mac Dre: “Hey yo Q we’s like to talk to ya ‘bout inkin’ a deal witcha if you’s know wha’ I’s mean?”

:: As Dre says that his brother M-18 nods in agreement with what his older brother just said to Cross as Cross looks over at him.::

M-18: “No joke Cross we’s wanna sign…”

Quinton Cross: “Now you’s wanna sign when me and mine’s is blowin’ up when Darius’ Poppin’ wha’ eva’ tha damn name was cut ties with ya’ll afta’ Bishop and he get locked up in tha pen, you’s got jokes…”

:: Cross says as the limousine door to his personal limousine shuts behind him as the older brother of Reckless Youth, Mac Dre speaks.::

Mac Dre: “Firreals bruh don’ play?”

::  As Dre says that a devilish grin appears on Cross’ face, allowing both brothers to think he’s going to turn them away, before he speaks.::

Quinton Cross: “Nah bruh you’s good we’ll get them deals inked up for ya’ll afta’ all you’s two family you’s know that...”

M-18: “We’s betta bruh we’s go way back to our childhood days…”

Mac Dre: “Righ’ shit I’s rememba’ when Ms. Jackson would be yellin’  atchya for leavin’ the fron’ yard of the group home bruh.”

Quinton Cross: “Bruh that shit isn’ funny bruh!”

:: Cross says in a serious tone of voice, before breaking into laughter.::

Quinton Cross: “Sh… she… she’d scream and scream at me.”

:: Cross said trying not to laugh.::

M-18: “Bruh she’d come stormin’ out all red face and shit while we’s laughed and laughed.”

Quinton Cross: “Righ’ shit was hilarious as fuck.”

:: As Cross said that, the window that divided him from his personal driver Mr. H. Jefferson began to lower as it did Jefferson could be seen looking back at him through the rearview mirror of the limousine.::

Harold Jefferson: “Um sorry to bother you Mr. Cross but where would you like to go?”

Quinton Cross: “Hmm, fella’s?”

:: Cross questioned his two childhood friends Mac Dre and M-18 as his personal driver Mr. H. Jefferson awaited for his next order to be given to him.::

Mac Dre: “I’s don’ care, you’s M?”

:: Dre says looking over at his younger brother.::

M-18: “Same bruh…”

Quinton Cross: “Okay then, um to tha crib then Jefferson!”

Harold Jefferson: “As you request sir.”

:: Cross’ personal driver says as the window divider that separates him from Cross begins to roll back up.::

Quinton Cross: “You’s all missed tha big tittied roun’ ass moma who was at my press conference this afta’noon. God did I jus’ wanna piece of that ass and you’s know wha’ bitch prolly would have let me to righ’ then and there if it was jus’ her and I.”

:: Cross says with a nod.::

Mac Dre: “Nah bruh you’s to damn ugly…”

M-18: “Righ’...”

Quinton Cross: “Ah, I gotch you’s, you’s wanna clown and fuck aroun’ like that ok… I gotch you’s!”

Mac Dre: “Ah fuck…”

M-18: “Fuck.”

Quinton Cross: “Nah firreals thou’ bitch was bangin’ as fuck thou’!”

:: Cross says in a more serious voice.::

Mac Dre: “Bruh I’s doub’ ‘dat shit…”

M-18: “Righ’, hell bruh you’s though’ Betty was hot in ‘da 8th grade…”

Mac Dre: “Righ’ big ass glasses and acne like a damn pizza…”

Quinton Cross: “Okay, well at leas’ I got some unlike you’s all vergin’s till you’s were like 17 or somethin’.”

:: Cross says with a chuckle in his voice.::

Quinton Cross: “You’s know I love you’s bruh so don’ hate tha playa’ appreciate…”

[[An hour and a half later…]]

:: The window divider again slowly can be seen rolling on down.::

Quinton Cross: “Woa ya’ll hold up a min, yes Jefferson?”

Harold Jefferson: “Mr. Cross we’re home…”

:: As Cross’ personal driver Jefferson says that, both Cross’ childhood friends M-18 and Mac Dre can be seen astounded by how well Cross has come to do for himself.::

M-18: “Damn bruh you’s weren’ kiddin’ when you’s said you’s come up since we’s was kids.”

Mac Dre: “You’s not kiddin’, ‘dis G got his shit togatha’ and got paid firreals.”

M-18: “Bruh not jus’ paid, hella paid. You’s know wha’ I’s sayin’?”

Quinton Cross: “Hard work boys I wen’ from ashy, to nasty, to straigh’ up classy as you’s can tell!”

Mac Dre: “‘Dis ghetto G said he classy…”

M-18: “Bruh you’s still a G and you’s know it.”

Quinton Cross: “Righ’ you’s know it, thou’ with some class thrown in you’s know how we roll.”

:: As Cross says that the limousine backdoor where he and his two friends can be found located at within the limousine opens up and again are greeted by Cross’ personal limousine driver.::

Quinton Cross: “Thanks Jefferson, you’s may go now and boys Mi casa es su casa!”

:: Both brothers bust out laughing as to what they just heard Cross just say.::

Mac Dre: “Wha’ G you’s spanish now or somethin’?”

Quinton Cross: “Nah bruh jus’ sayin’ is all…”

M-18: “We’s know we’s jus’ fuckin’ whitchya is all bruh.”

:: The two brothers says as they walk with Cross into his home.::

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“Simon Says”
Scene: 04
Camera: On - Shoot Promo

[[Present Day…]]

:: We open up inside ‘The Kingpin’ Quinton Cross’ Culver City Cartel Records. Cross being one of the newest signed Sin City Wrestling’s signees to the men’s division. As the scene begins to unfold we come to be greeted by that of the porter who can be seen being one of the first individuals to greet us and SCW’s head reporter, the infamously named Pussy Willow as wes step inside the lobby of Triple C records, other than security and porter that include staff that be seen is the lobby receptionist.

A few other individuals can be seen being present in the lobby, some awaiting to meet Mr. Cross or one of his associates, others looking to sell themselves in hopes of possibly becoming an associated act under the Triple C banner. Though after a few minutes of waiting patiently, we’re finally greeted by the female receptionist.::

Receptionist: “Welcome to Triple C records, my name is Gabrielle Grey how may I assist you?”

Pussy Willow: “Name is Pussy Willow and I’m with Sin City Wrestling.”

:: Not believing Pussy Willow, the receptionist snaps back at her in a snappy tone of voice.::

Gabrielle Grey: “Um yea sure, is that your stripper name or something and if so Mr. Cross doesn’t have the time for that, he’s expecting some reporter…”

Pussy Willow: “Ok obviously you’ve never heard of me before, I’m the reporter he’s awaiting for…”

:: Willow says in a more serious tone of voice.::

Gabrielle Grey: “Give me a minute ok…”

:: The Ms. Gabrielle Grey says as she dials the extension to reach Cross at.::

Gabrielle Grey: “Um yea Mr. Cross some female by the name of Pussy Willow says she’s got a meeting with you. She claims to be with some wrestling company by the name of Sin…”
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“Yea... that’s the place.”
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“Ok, so send her up?”
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“Ok, sheesh…”

:: Ms. Gabrielle Grey says as she looks up at SCW’s head reporter, the infamously named Pussy Willow, as she does Willow can be seen being all smiles as the receptionist looks up at her, after having made an ass out of herself.::

Gabrielle Grey: “S… sor… sorry about that Ms. Willow, take that elevator up to the 5th floor and there you’ll come to meet Mr. Cross. Though if a red light is on lighting up a sign that reads recording in session, then don’t enter as you’ll have to wait until they’re finished recording ok…”

:: Ms. Gabrielle Grey says as SCW’s head reporter, the infamously named Pussy Willow makes her way on over to the nearest elevator and walks on inside it after signalling for it. Once inside it she pushes the button thats labelled with the number “5” on it for the floor Cross can be located on. After a few minutes the elevator slowly comes to a stop, stopping at the 5th floor of where Cross himself can be found located at.

As the elevator doors open, the red light can be seen reading recording in session. After a few minutes the light flickers off and outsteps Sin City Wrestling’s Quinton Cross, the man who’s made a name for himself as ‘The Kingpin’ of Triple C Records. The very man who looks to continue his legacy not just in the music industry but that of the wrestling industry.

As Cross looks to debut in the companies Blast From the Past tournament taking on the team of Fenris and Courtney Pierce. One thing’s certain Fenris and Cross looks to either a settle their social media beef with one another or continue as each of them have been at each other’s throats on social media.::

Quinton Cross: “Damn gurl…”

:: Cross says with a wide eyed grin as he looks down at the infamously gorgeous looking, blonde hair SCW reporter named Pussy Willow.::

Pussy Willow: “Don’t get any cute ideas Cross.”

Quinton Cross: “Who me, nah whas you’s think a G is huh?”

:: Before Pussy Willow can answer Cross continues on.::

Quinton Cross: “Let’s get one thing straigh’ gurl ya boy here isn’ some perv dat I’ma sure you’s used to dealin’ with. Ya boy here a true business man and well ya boy unlike his opponen’ knows how to attrac’ good publicity unlike Fenris’ biatch ass…”

Pussy Willow: “Cross you surely like referencing Fenris as a biatch ass…”

:: Willow says before Cross rudely interrupts her again.::

Quinton Cross: “Wells he is gurl firreals whas man wears spandex with a fringe?”

:: Before Willow can even answer Cross’ question, Cross continues on.::

Quinton Cross: “Ya boy Cross will tell ya gurl straigh’ up, a pompous pussy dat’s who and ya boy gonna show tha world Fenris a froud jus’ like ya boy had been claimin’ on Twitta’, biatch ass trick quit a circuit due to not wantin’ to break a hold, bruh you’s a biatch if dat tha case real talk…

2ndly, if Fenris was remotely a true competita’ his bitch ass would’ve broke tha damn hold, but he didn’ thus Gunna Daley won ‘cause Fenris a biatch and like dat nigh’ ya boy Cross gonna do tha same shit, Fenris you’s gonna up and walk when you’s lose on Sunday, April 15, 2018 when my partna and I walkou’ tha winna’s of tha firs’ roun’ of tha Blas’ From tha Pas’ tournamen’.

Fenris tha day you’s and ya boy Cross come face to face my G you’s gonna be exposed as tha real biatch dat you’s are and dat my G you’s betta take serious as you’s ‘bout to lay res’ again for dis playa’ goin’ huntin’ layin’ tha White Wolf to res’ oh and Fenris my G you’s betta’ watch whas tha fuck flies outta you’s mouth or I'mma hijack a plane and fly it into you’s house, and slit you’s throat so when you’s scream only blood comes out ya betta do whas I say… ah shit Fenris ya boy Cross didn’ say Simon Says…

Dat’s one strike agains’ ya and two and to go so you's betta listen up clearly when ya boy Cross says Simon says biatch for I'm not playin’ wit'cha ass anymore. You's talkin’ shit and not a single word is countin’ say Google translate again or how ‘bout you's translate dis…”

:: Cross says as he flashes the camera his signature "Culver City Cartel Records" hand gesture, (Please Note:- the hand gesture is similar to the hand gesture that of rapper "Jay Z".) before signaling to end the shoot promo of his.::

Quinton Cross: “Gurl now if you's excuse me I gotta get back in they're we's droppin’ a new track and ya boy gonna be on it…”

:: Though before Cross can make his departure, Pussy Willow blurts out a question at him, though instead of answering it Cross acts as if he didn't hear her blurt it out and walks back into the recording studio where he had been when she had arrived to his recording studio, leaving Pussy Willow behind as the scene slowly cuts out to darkness.::

 OOC:- So yea I only did 2 scenes  this time around, was going to go 3 but didn't  think I needed to do anymore as it was pretty lengthy at just 2 scenes I felt, but all in all hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it.

- Gabe.

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[Hours after Climax Control 171]

"Hiii PoWeR"
Dressing room Area - Backstage
Camera: On

:: We open up to a worn-out, sweaty, beaten, but not defeated, yet more drained and disappointed than anything youngster by the name of Laurence Alexander Harris who's more so, known publicly by that of his stage name and wrestling, rap persona XANDER BISHOP. Drained because of the heart, the passion he's come to put into telling and more so showing that he belongs just like everyone  else who's  come to step foot inside the squared circle and more so that of a place like Sin City Wrestling.

Not having worked his way up to earning championship titles and thrown directly into the the lions den with such calibre athletes  such as well his latest opponent Calvin Harris a man who's come to be that of an annoyance to that of the youngster that be “The New Dynasty” a moniker he's not only come to represent to no end, but to a name many have come to say fits the youngster to a “T” due to his style that of the way he represents himself as one [“MUST”] think years ago actions, and how Bishop is wouldn't have been accepted and more so shunned, though that is who he is and more so he's the very youngster who’s come to make one hell of a lasting impression to not just those in charge of the rising juggernaut that be the Sin City Wrestling promotion, but to those who he’s come to compete against.

A towel can be seen draped down over Xander’s head as he sits alone in his dressing room, his entourage aka his boys or in other words his crew are nowhere to be seen on this night, a night you'd surely and more have expect for them to be seen, but no not even his childhood friend Darius Stone can be found.::

Xander  Bishop: “...”

:: Bishop sighs, as his dressing room door opens, as it does, he turns to see who it is who's come to see him, it can be seen being that of Sin City Wrestling backstage interviewer, the gorgeous Pussy Willow who can be seen having come to see Bishop.::

Xander Bishop: “Gurl wha’ you’s be wantin’, can’ you’s see I'ma busy righ’ now…”

Pussy Willow: “It just looms to me that you're just sitting there and well  I wanted to catch you before you left for a quick  interview, maybe…”

:: Bishop sighs.::

Xander Bishop: “Make it quick ya hur’ ya boy gots shit to do an’ talkin’ to you’s isn’ one of ‘dem as you’s got nothin’ I’s wan’ well you’s do, you’s jus’ not givin’ out…”

:: Xander says as he looks up from where he's sitting at, staring at her busty chest, she can be seen having.::

Pussy Willow: “I'm yea Xander my eyes  are up here not down there…”

Xander Bishop: “Gurl you’s know ya boy appreciates somethin’ as fine as ‘dem…”

Pussy Willow: “Seriously Xander?”

Xander Bishop: “Yea you’s know it, damn gurl…”

:: Bishop says biting his bottom lip, before  continuing on.::

Xander Bishop: “So whatcha wanna ask me?”

Pussy Willow: “Well for starters yours thoughts on your march you just fought in and took part in.”

:: Bishop chuckles a little at the question asked of him by Pussy Willow.::

Xander Bishop: “You’s kidding righ’?”

Pussy Willow: “No.”

Xander Bishop: “Okay then, wells let me ask you’s something how you’s thinking I feeling right now?”

Pussy Willow: “I couldn't tell you honestly,  probably disappointed, that's why I asked you Xander…”

Xander Bishop: “Honesty disappointed is an unda’ statemen’ but ‘dat works. You’s could say ‘dat… yea, you’s could say ‘dat.”

Pussy Willow: “So…”

:: Before Willow can ask Bishop a second question he buts in cutting her off before she can even get the question out.::

Xander Bishop: “So I may not have won as planned, but do know ‘diss It’s damn well earned Harris’ respec’ as It’s wasn’t just close but  secon’s away from beatin' him 1, 2, 3…”

Pussy Willow: “I can assume as can everyone else that we'll continue seeing you more and more…”

Xander Bishop: “Nah just ‘dat gurl but my dreams of capturin’ championship gold isn’ ova’ an’ ‘dats a damn promise ya hur.”

Pussy Willow: “That I can imagine especially after tonight…”

Xander Bishop: “Tonigh' may have not seen ya boy Xander Bishop bring home the victory it did howeva’ tell eva’one ya boy X damn well deserves to be hur’ jus’ like anyone else does…”

Pussy Willow: “So why'd you attack James Tuscini and his Uncle Pimky in your rap battle and not battle him back?”

:: Xander smiles before answering the question asked of him by Pussy Willow.::

Xander Bishop: “‘Dat was no rap battle, ‘dat was a joke an honestly you’s think them people ‘dat evea’one calls Sin City loyalists  foun’ ‘dat shit to be funny, ‘dat didn’ an’ more so foun’ ‘dat shit to be disrespectful jus’ like ‘dat bitch ass white boy Chris Shipman calling me his homie, I’s not his homie an damn wells not his G an’ he eva’ do anythin’ like ‘dat again, he gonna get capped an’ ‘dats on eva’thin’ from my moms to my pops res’ in peace pops no disrespec’...”

Pussy Willow: “Damn some harsh words from ya there X…”

Xander Bishop: “Nah… It's not like ‘dat gurl he went too far with ‘dat shit an’ was lucky he didn’ fin’ himself at the end of my’s glock… It’s don’t care if you’s from Los Angeles, Brooklyn etc. you’s call me ya homie gurl we’d betray be homies it's as simple as ‘dat… Now if you’s don’t mina It’s gotta’ get going catchya aroun’ Willow.”

:: Xander says as he gets on up from where he's sitting at and grabs his two duffle bags, as he does he walks on out of his dressing room area still dresses in his wrestling gear he had worn while performing inside the squared circle.::

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"Hate Me Now"
Poppin’ Off Records - Recording Studio
Las Vegas, Nevada
Camera: On - Shoot

“You’s wanna talk real talk, ugh… ugh… yo my n***a Tennakey drop me a beat. We’s got folks comin’ in actin’ a fool when ‘dis whole time I’s been playin’ it cool whitcha y'all… you’s thinkin’ ya boy Xander Bishop be sawf’ please bruh the only thing sawf’ ‘boutcha boy Bishop is when his dick so sawf’ from fuckin’ ‘dese bitchs too much.

Folks wanna blas’ a n***a on social media claimin’ a G try to befriend them an’ all, then they’s go on an’ say a G be all up in ‘dere mentions like we’s friends Harris whatch you think ‘dat the Sin City Wrestlin’ was some social meet an’ greet n***a you’s got the game twisted.

By the time I’s done withcha you’s gonna.be advertisin’ a debut in some otha place be listed unda’ alumni… hold up wait a min…

Tick.. tock… tick… tock wha’s ‘dat, ‘dat be the deadline approachin’ don’ think I’ma make the cut gettin’ ‘dis shit out on time fuck. Nope didn' make it wait a second we’s got til Saturday to get ‘dis shit done Tennakey. Wha’ you’s talk ‘bout ‘dat not the righ’ time betta put on my bifocals to see when ‘dis shit gonna be ready for the public viewin’...

Oh wait ‘dat shit don’ be countin’ na’mean, wait yea it do ‘dis shit gonna go HARD by time I’s throu’ whichya… wanna say I turned on yea hell bruh it's All ‘bout the mula, all ‘bout the mula word to the wise, I ain' neva take her fur shoppin'… then again with a G like Teddy Warren-Steele comin’ in you’s think I had taken his gurl Kate Steele shoppin’ the way he drop those line's, claimin’ he the lyrical One bruh don’ forget where's you from as it damn wells not no hood.

Oh shit. You’s not claim the hood, the hood claimed you’s bruh don’cha forget ‘dat shit, people wanna say Xan… Xan… Xander why’s you mad please I’s ain’ mad atcha if I’s was you’d of all ready been buried 6 feet deep an’ know bruh ‘cause I’d have come throu’ creepin’ an’ put ‘dat infrared to use an’ left ya layin’ up in a pool of ya own blood…

They’s not call me Dr. Beas’mode for.nothin’ 373 I’s jus’ murda’ yea an’ a G wasn’ even tryin’ You’s wanna steal my thunda, you’s betta think twice was ‘dis ain’ no mild storm, shits been brewin’ since you’s signed clamin’ to be the lyrical One… Yella boy’s on you’s team, so you’re losin’ Ay Yo Todd, whatcha doin’ in the ring betta play it safe an’ stick to managerin’ an’ letcha wife do all the hard shit…

Tick tock… tick tock… it's ‘dat time again the deadline gone an’ pas’ an’ you’s still droppin’ shit talkin’ ‘bout ya homie Bishop murderin’ the sport of professional wrestlin’ las’ I’s checked I’s had more skill then ‘dat playa’ Leon Black sign me up, sign me up, sign me up bruh you’s nothin’ but talk an’ jus’ a flash in the pas’ jus’ like ‘dat cat Jamie Dean given a chance to shine only to be caugh’ chokin’ up when it came time only to pass gas...

Fuck…

You’s think I’ma done hur’ hell nah bruh ya boy Bishop jus’ warmin’ up 547 an’ ‘dis playa’s a bitch jus’ like his wife, Calvin Harris’ a bitch an’ ‘dat’s on my life, bruh be claimin’ my career ova’ playa’ as far as I’s see it, it jus’ beginnin’ where's you’s is already half ova’ like ‘dat half-time shit Lady Gaga did at Superbowl 51, wha’ the NFL couldn' afford someone good had to get the nex’ bes’ thing.

Harris you’s talk big game but when shit came to shove the closet racis’ in ya shown throu’ brigh’ like ‘dat of the lords Migh’ sayin’ I blamed my shortcomings on otha’s an’ ‘dat it's ‘cause the color of my skin ‘dat I’s failed, not once bruh has ‘dat shit come outta ‘dis mouth but it surely has yours not once but wha’s the record now 3 times outta you’s mouth, momma always said 3rd time's a charm an’ boy was she righ’ was nex’ you’s gonna say I’ma claim black pantha’s we’s all know you’s dyin’ to put ‘dat white hoody on ova’ ya face to completecha wrestlin’ gear you’s be wearin’.

Let's not forge’ who's been trainin’, me bruh, me 40 some hours a week an’ ‘den doin’ music an’ droppin’ verses an’ doin’ promo’s add up the time an’ still delieverin’ killa club banga’s on time.Motha’fucka’s thinkin’ ‘cause I’ma in trouble with the law ‘dat I won’ jaw ‘em up my sentence an’ double it tomorrow I’s cut my managa’ Artie Pierce for ‘dat exact reason hold a playa’ down is wha’ Calvin been sayin’ ‘dat he believin’ a G be thinkin’

Fuck... bruh it's hella late 1048 still up in shit you’s thinkin’ I’ma make the deadline Tennakey, to get ‘dis shit outta on time… No wonda you's sore now Calvin, Good lordy you's bore’ now I’m pushin’ 26 you’s ‘bout to be breakin’ 30’s door down with jus’ a few more years left in ya before you’s hittin’ 40 while me still in my prime barely gonna be hittin’ ‘dem late 30’s, but lets face it, you’s ‘bout outta hur’ with anotha’ injury to ya, careful now wouldn' wanna say I’s given you’s a beat down, been holdin’ back shoulda, coulda gone full force but ratha’ bitch an’ moan ‘bout it till I’m blue in the face, hell folk be given advice an’ yet, hit with anotha’ complain ‘bout the year startin’ off an’ bein’ much like 2016…

Let it be known you’s gonna hate me now… XANDER BISHOP on the lis’ of evera’ motha’fucka… betta watch it ‘cause we’s know nothin’ off limits when it comes to a promo like ‘dis. Say I’ma all ova’ the place in ‘dis bitch I’s dare ya ‘cause truth be I’s am as I’ma spitta out like machine gun rapid fire, as I’s go hard in ‘dis bitch like Marshawn Lynch goin’ beas’mode

One shot they disappearin’ oh wai’ betta take it back before I’s get a call up from one the owna’s sayin’ tune it down, tune it down, we’s all in ‘dis industry ‘dat be the wrestlin’ industry for one thing an’ one thing only Fame…

I’m usually homeboys with the same Homie’s I’m rhymin’ with, but this is hip-hop an’ them G’s should know wha’ time it is a NEW DYNASTY approach’s like ‘dat of XANDER BISHOP, but hur’s the thing I’s got love for y’all but I’m tryna murda’ ‘dese playa’s while still proovin’ why I’s belong hur’ in Sin City Wrestlin’.

Let's get one thing straigh’ ya boy Xander tryna make sure your core fans neva’ wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you’s playa’s an’ ‘dat shit the truth as like I’s been sayin’ ‘deres no room for ‘dese snowflakes not now, not eva’ an’ damn sure not in ‘dis NEW DYNASTY…

Tick.. tock… tick… tock wha’s ‘dat, ‘dat be the deadline approachin’ don’ think I’ma make the cut, Yessir! They can' stop me, even if they slapped me with a fine an’ fined me I'ma be on it, ooh, I'm on it the NEW DYNASTY ‘bout to begin poppin’ off an’ not a damn thing, they gonna do ‘bout it as when you’s a Bad Boy you don’ give a fuck run up in a playa’s house an’ shoot ‘em up. Wha’! Wha’! I don' give a motha’fuck, getcha wife kidnapped an’ fucked all in the same nigh’ then drop her off, ‘dat same nigh’ she call a G back up… You’s gonna hate me now, butcha wifey gonna love me, swallow my words, taste my though’s an’ if it's too nasty, spit it back at me I’s control hip-hop ‘cause we all know Brooklyn stay on the map unlike Chi-town or the Big Guava.

1340 jus’ ‘dis shit, all talkin’ sayin’ ya boy Xander Bishop still got it, playa please jus’ ‘cause I’s not dropped anythin’ doesn' mean I los’ it... hope I’s not offend ya probably did with ‘dat las’ line ‘bout kidnappin’ ‘dem wifes of yours an’ fuckin’ in the same nigh’ but playa it nothin’ personal jus’ a G thing. Say it ignoran’ I’s say it's ‘bout ‘dat skin oh wait ‘dat shit wasn’ me it was you’s, didn’ know I’s need someone to talk for me…

Ugh…

Let's call it wrap yo ‘causs ya boy X murda’ ‘dis shit an’ they know it, gonna wait for ‘dat phone call from the big wigs…”

:: Xander says as he exits the recording booth. As he does Sin City Wrestling’s very own Ms. Rocky Mountains can be seen standing outside awaiting Xander to come on out from inside the recording booth.::

Xander Bishop: “Mountains…”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Figured I'd be able to catch you here Xander.”

Xander Bishop: “Let me guess you’s wanna demo tape of my lates’ shit?”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Actually was thinking of getting an interview with you hopefully if you have time.”

Xander Bishop: “Damn y'all surely been wantin’ alot as of late from a playa, firs’ Pussy Willow  an’ now you’s, what's on your min’?”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Well wanted to see what..”

Xander Bishop: “See wha’? C’mon spit it out Mountains you’s know I’ma busy an’ ain’ got time to be playin’ whitcha.”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Fine. Your thoughts about your opponent this week that you’ll come to face off against at Climax Control 172?”

:: Bishop smirks.::

Xander Bishop: “Who James Tuscini?”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Um yea… Xander.”

Xander Bishop: “Kiddin’ righ’?”

:: Bishop says with a chuckle of laughter.::

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Um well no Xander…”

Xander Bishop: “Wells let me give to ya straigh’ the guys a joke, he thou’ he was gonna make a fool of me, well guess wha’ Ol’ Bishop got the las’ laugh didn’ he’s, damn straigh’ I’s did when I lay’ ‘dat playa out at Climax Control 171 an’ now I’ma get the chance to beat the bricks off ‘dat cat once again, thou’ ‘dis time no one gonna be able to save his ass ‘dis time aroun’ not Underwood, not Ward an’ damnwells not ‘dat whack mothafucka he be rollin’ with Pinkey dink or wha’eva’ his damn name is…”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Some harsh words from you there Xander.”

:: Bishop chuckles again, this time at the comment from SCW’s own backstage interviewer the gorgeous Ms. Rocky Mountains.::

Xander Bishop: “Harsh, nah gurl it’s the damn truth, guy wanna come out in fron’ of the Sin City loyalis’ an’ try to make a fool outta not jus’ me, but the music I’s an’ evera’ otha’ African American, an’ street cat, hood cat strugglin’ try to make it, same goes for ‘dat damn joke Calvin Harris who’s I’s not jus’ smacked ‘dat stupid look off his face ‘dis pas’ week when Climax Control 171 aired, but came very close to makin’ him eat his own damn words an’ showin’ him up as the joke ‘dat he is…”

:: Xander pauses for a second, before continuing on.::

Xander Bishop: “You’s know like Harris I’ma not jus’ come close in beatin’ James ‘dis week when we’s face off agains’ one anotha’ in ‘dis street figh’ I’ma make an example outta ‘dis bitchass playa, thou’ unlike las’ time where’s it was stopped, ‘dis time thou’ it’s not an’ dis’ time he’s not jus’ gonna be him gettin’ pimped smacked, but gettin’ beat 1, 2, 3 as I’ma seriously ova’ ‘dis playa an’ his whack ass rappin’ an’ disrepectin’ me a street figh’ it gonna be an’ ya boy Xander Bishop gonna be the one to be walkin’ out hand raised…”

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “An’...”

:: Before Ms. Rocky Mountains can continue on asking her question, Xander cuts her off.::

Xander Bishop: “Mountains no disrespec’ gurl, but ‘dis shit ova’ ya boy “The New Dynasty” Xander Bishop outta hur’!”

:: As Xander says that he gets up from where he’s sitting and walks on out of the sitting area where he and Ms. Rocky Mountains and Xander had been sitting at, talking about his up coming match with James Tuscini in a street fight match at this up and coming Climax Control, Climax Control 172 from Santa Barbara, California - UCSB Events Center.::

 


[Hours after Inception II...]

“Man in the Mirror”
Dressing room Area - Backstage -
Camera: On

:: Inception II the first major event of the Independent wrestling promotion known throughout that of Nevada as Sin City Wrestling had come and gone, though one particular individual stood behind, that individual being none other than the youngster Xander Bishop who competed in the King of the Hill ladder match against that of Calvin Harris another newcomer to the loyalists of Sin City as well as ring veteran's Jeremiah Hardin and the “Sin of Wrath” Rage.

Xander unlike his three opponents lingered around for a bit in the backstage area of the Gold Coast Casino where Inception II had taken place just hours before. Xander still dressed in his blood stained, sweat stained ring attire could be seen looking at himself in the mirror of his dressing room. Bishop like his opponents had the bruises and wounds to show, each wound different from the other, with each one telling a story about how “The New Dynasty” your boy Xander Bishop had received it.::

It was a Sunday, March Fourth, Two-Thousan’-Fifteen jus’ months before my Twenty-Fourth birthday when I’s had seen the ad in the paper for a known wrestlin’ school run by one of ‘dem fake professional wrestla’s, I though’ why's not go give it a shot so I did. It would be then I'd come to meet the one individual known all ovah’ the worl’ as Gabriel “The Beast” Cragen.

Cragen would come to take me unda’ -his leadership if I gave him my all an’ damn did he beat the respec’ into me. No longa’ did I think of the sport of professional wrestlin’ as fake…

Dat’ shit was hella real an’ wha’ ‘dem guys put their bodies throu’ was mad insane they earne’ the guap each time they’s performe’ an’ I’s knew it wasn' gonna be easy gettin’ to the big leagues. I’s knew I'd have to start outta somewhere’s afta’ my trainin’ with Cragen…

So when it came for me to pick a stage name I’s chose the name “Xander” a nickname I’s had my whole life growin’ up ‘dat an’ it was also my father Richards as well an’ then the surname of “Bishop” a name I’s come to like due to the Marvel comics character Lucas Bishop…

So I’s had my stage name an’ Xander Bishop was on his way to becomin’ the man’s you’s all see before you’s today, the brash, jugular man who's not afraid to speak his min’ an’ damn I’s surely wasn’ an’ it showed as I’s slowly begin to make my presence known throughou’ the industry…

I though’ to myself seein’ Inception II the firs’ major even’ of the year for Sin City Wrestlin’ surely made me rememba’ the ass kickin’ I received durin’ my trainin’ with Cragen.

Cragen of course didn’ let me stray to far from his reach knowin’ I’s was still hella green an’ well I'd surely come to catch the attention of someone eventually an’ boy did I’s in the form of Mark Ward an’ his partna’ Christian Underwood, my firs’ match saw me barely escape by the hairs of my neck surely ‘dat was somethin’ Cragen had though’  â€˜bout when he had been preparin’ me for bou’ ‘dat jus’ took place hur’ at Inception II jus’ a few hours earlia’…

Inception II had come an’ gone an’ yet I still hadn' earned or secured a championship contenda’ match, then again I'm sure ‘dat made Cragen less stressed out knowin’ his protege didn’ have ‘dis target on his back like I’s would have if I had won I’s though’ myself looking at my own blood as I’s stared into my dressin’ room mirror, as I’s did the sound of Cragen gettin’ closa’ could be felt as his voice could be heard.

Gabriel Cragen: “Yo Xander what the hell happened out there bro?”

:: Cragen questioned, looking at his protege who stared back at himself in his dressing room mirror, a bloody, beaten, battered, individual who had nothing to show for [‘OTHER'] than the bruises he earned from competing tonight.::

Xander Bishop: “I choked Cragen ‘dats what…”

Arthur Pierce: “Nah Xan’ nonsense kid and if you think you lost think again you surely gained the respect from your three opponents and that's a damn fact, they'd be lying if they said you hadn't.”

:: Pierce says as he walks into the dressing room of his client Xander Bishop, Pierce unlike Cragen and Bishop can be seen dressed very well, looking like that of a million dollars, dressed in a pink dress shirt with a light blue business tie, along with black dress pants and a black business suit jacket that he can be seen holding onto underneath his right arm.::

Xander Bishop: “How's you’s figure Artie, I’s got no championship title to show for, no golden briefcase, nothin’ otha’ then a few bruises to show for an’ a damn busted open lip an’ ‘dats it bruh…”

Gabriel Cragen: “Xan’ Arthur is right though, you may not have won the bout, but you damn well showed everyone you have heart and aren't some joke to be taken lightly, if that's not something to be proud of then I don't know what is…”

Cragen said tryin’ to cheer me up on yet anotha’ loss, thou’ not jus’ anotha’ loss a chance at redemption for championship gold, somethin’ I've been wantin’ more an’ more each time I'm given the chance at it, bu’ each time I’s fall jus’ shor’ of actually archiving it...

Xander Bishop: “Fuck…”

Gabriel Cragen: “No worries Xan’ you'll get ‘em next time for sure.”

Arthur Pierce: “Hey you had the fans behind you, that's something to be proud of…”

Xander Bishop: “Really, you’s didn' jus’ say ‘dat now did you Artie, I mean seriously who cares ‘bout them they surely don' care ‘bout some kid from the gutta’ an’ more so some kid raised by the system, they’s not care ‘bout your boy Xander Bishop an’ nor should they afta’ bein’ let down again, secon’ time in two straigh’ weeks…”

Gabriel Cragen: “But they do and Arthur's right so should you.”

Xander Bishop: “Well’s I’s don’ an’ neitha’ should you’s care ‘bout them eitha’ ya hur’ me, fuck ‘em as I'm done carin’ it's not ‘bout them no more bu’ ‘bout me an’ me only from hur’ on out, ya hur’ me?”

:: Xander says with a frustrated tone of voice, as he continues to stare into the mirror, the person staring back isn't the same person staring into it.::

Xander Bishop: “Please get gone wit’cha  for ‘dat is bullshit an’ as much I’s wanna believe they all was behin’ a n***a they’s wasn’ an’ ‘dat's the damn truth an’ you’s both know it is…”

Arthur Pierce: “Ok… ok I get it Xan your upset, but no need to turn your back on the fans…”

Gabriel Cragen: “Agree.”

Xander Bishop: “Well too bad, they didn' wan’ me I'ma show ‘em wha’ it's like to be an O.G. original gangsta, for ‘dat's exactly they’s been wantin’ so they’s gonna get it ya hur’ me you’s see trus’ me.”

Arthur Pierce: “Xander don't do something you're going to regret later on…”

Gabriel Cragen: “Agree, Xander don't go throwing it all away…”

:: Xander looks at both his trainer, the very man who's a protege of and then at his personal agent, as he does a devilish like Cheshire grin forms across his face.::

Xander Bishop: “Trus’ me I’s won’ but they’s damn well gonna respec’ me an’ not take me as some joke ta hur’?”

:: Xander said as he walked on over to his mini refrigerator and grabbed a cold brew from inside of it as he did took a sip from it before signaling to his personal agent Arthur Pierce to grab two bags with his belongings inside of them as he departed from his dressing room area, as he did he slammed his dressing room door behind him out of frustration from the loss he had just suffered again.::

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“Barbershop”
Blades of Gold - Barbershop
Brooklyn, New York
Camera: Off

:: As the scene slowly begins to unfold we come to find ourselves standing outside one of the more old school, more traditional barbershop’s still left, staff specializing in retro styles, à la Mad Men, that barbershop being none other than the “Blades of Gold" Barbershop located on 299 Smith Street of Brooklyn, New York.

From the outside “Blades of Gold” looks old and traditional, but once inside you.get that old school Hip Hop vibe from it, it can be seen having been built with tan orangish brown bricks and has poplar wooden window ledges. The windows can be seen being tall and wide allowing for plenty of light to be let in.

The barbershop of “Blades of Gold” is equipped with an average looking barber saloon and one small bathroom, it also has a medium-sized office. The barbershop is square shaped. The roof is low and square shaped and is covered with overlapping roof tiles, though this time of year all that covers it is that of sheets of snow and ice.

Business is usually slower than usual as well and well, the owner Lester Armstrong usually makes enough to keep it going on it's off seasons due to the newer barbershop’s around the area, though you always know when something major is going on as it always seems to attract the crowds and well today was no different as Sin City Wrestling's own Xander Bishop or so rumor had it was spotted going inside the old barbershop.

As the scene continues to unfold, we come to see yes, that indeed, the rumor of the youngster that be Xander Bishop of Sin City Wrestling was true, for Bishop could be seen getting ready for a haircut as “Blades of Gold” owner himself Lester Armstrong could be seen prepping his trimmers, scissors and clippers.::

Lester Armstrong: “So what brin’ the young Xander Harris into Ol Lester’s barbershop today?”

Xander Harris: “Well I’s need a new fade Lester, somethin’ differen’ from the las’ time’s you’s seen me.”

:: Lester chuckles a little bit at the request from his longtime friend and client, Xander Bishop.::

Lester Armstrong: “What's the occasion Xander?”

:: Before speaking, Xander can be heard getting choked up on words, though manages to say what the occasion is of.::

Xander Harris: “Wells Les, my pa died jus’ the otha’ day you’s not know?”

Lester Armstrong: “Don’ play boy…”

Xander Harris: “Nah n***a I’s not.”

Lester Armstrong: “You're kiddin’ he was just in hur’ not that long ago Xan…”

Xander Harris: “Did he seem alrigh’ to you’s?”

Lester Armstrong: “Yea, Xan’ he did, nothin’ outta the ordinary you’s know.”

Xander Harris: “Wells ‘dats strange, wells when the good lord says it's time for you’s to come home, so how ‘bout ‘dat trim my n***a?”

Lester Armstrong: “Already ahead of yea on ‘dat one Xander my boy…”

Xander Harris: “An’...”

Lester Armstrong: “How ‘bout this?”

Xander Harris: “Old school eh?”

Lester Armstrong: “You can say that…”

Xander Harris: “Jheri curl nice, not to flashy yet not to simple.”

Lester Armstrong: “Yea boy, you know that's how we do it hur’ at Ol’ Les’ ya hur’ me?”

Xander Harris: “Neva’ one to disappoin’ Les, neva’ one to disappoin’ ‘dats fissure, how much a n***a owe ya?”

:: As Xander says that, Armstrong looks at him with a smile.::

Lester Armstrong: “Nodda’ jus’ tell ta ma’ if she needs anythin’ let me know as it's a damn shame wha’ you told me ‘bout ya ol’ man…”

:: As Armstrong says that, Bishop nods, though before departing gives his old barber a hug, before making his departure from the old school barbershop.::

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“Gangsta Tears”
Green-Wood Cemetery
Greenwood Heights, Brooklyn, New York
Camera: Off

:: As the scene opens, it opens to that of two large rusty gates formerly black in color as the paint slowly chips away from the wear and tear and harsh beatings they've come to receive from old man winter over the years. As the scene continues to unfold we come to see a familiar face within that of Sin City Wrestling, one that's caused quite the ruffle in things and more so controversy since his short arrival into the company, that individual being none other than Brooklyn, New York’s own Xander Bishop whom otherwise is known as “The New Dynasty” among the wrestling industry and more recently by that of the nickname of “The Original Gangsta".

Bishop can be seen wearing a black dress shirt, over top of his dressing shirt he sports a red suit jacket, his lower half can be seen consisting of red dress pants and black glossy dress shoes. The Green-Wood Cemetery a place in which death welcomes you breath by breath. Tomb stones of cold withering cement witnessing the tears of laughter, and tears of guilt awaiting every shadow's lament, the occasion you question yourself, and more so question why would Xander Bishop a young man such as himself be seen walking into a cemetery.

Death.

Xander like many in attendance could be seen down, under the weather as if they lost something or more so someone, for Xander it wasn't just someone, but someone he not only knew, but respected as a young kid growing up in Brooklyn, that individual being the man he'd come to know as his father Richard Alexander Harris.::

Xander Harris: “Seems like it was only yesterday me an’ pop's were shootin’ hoops in the local park…”

:: Xander said to himself as he continued on in the cemetery, walking down a stone pathway, a path destined for doom and once on it, it's a path you can never go back to the same person you were once seen. People die with joy and sorrow, silence can be felt amongst those from the cries of the dead. Hallows were born to guard this place, from intruders escaping their rightful place. Sad thing is Xander escaped death many times and many of them times he shouldn't have escaped, as he continued on into the cemetery he come to think of an old poem he had heard when he was younger.

I say you’s go with caution thy bring. For in the graveyard, death will sing. but let me warn you’s of your disgus’, for soon you’s will res’ on ‘dis place you’s have crushed. A person with heart can neva’ take such a painful punishmen’ for otha’s sake. for death cannot bypass its owna’ for everyone has his own stone to rememba’... or some shit like ‘dat...

:: He thought to himself as he come to see his mother standing alone, weeping in sorrow from the loss of her husband Xander’s father.::

Xander Harris: “It's okay momma’s pop's is in a betta’ place now…”

:: Xander says trying to comfort his mother who can be see being lost without that of her husband being by her side.::

Katherine Odom-Harris: “ I know Xander it's jus’ your father really wanted to see you perform your craft an’ he didn' get too.”

Xander Harris: “He did ma?”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “Yes, he did.”

Xander Harris: “‘dis whole time I’s though’ he's hated me not followin’ in his footsteps ma!”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “No, not one bit if anythin’ he was proud of ya boy…”

Xander Harris: “I’s at leas’ know my pa would be proud of his boy.”

:: Xander said with a somewhat smile on his face.::

Katherine Odom-Harris: “Yes, indeed he was an’ would be even if you’ chose somethin’ else. Evan that rapper thing you’s was doin’.”

Xander Harris: “Ma I'm still doin’ ‘dat jus’ not as much as I’s used to do…”

:: Xander said with a sigh, as he looked over at his mother who could be seen being in tears, as he looked over at his mother, he walked closer to her before wrapping his arms around her and consoling as she continued to weep as her tears rolled down the side of her face.::

Xander Harris: “It'll be okay momma’s jus’ gotta keep ya head up as ‘dat’s what pa would want you’s to do, you’s know.”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “Yea Xander I know he's would wan’ that too, it's jus’...”

Xander Harris: “It's jus’ wha’ ma’ ‘dat you’s now not no longa’ gonna be beat like he did to you’s all ‘dose years.”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “I’s know Xander but he is an’ will always be my husband an’ you’s kid's father…”

Xander Harris: “Speakin’ ‘bout DeShaun an’ Sasha where ‘dey at?”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “They came earlier…”

Xander Harris: “I’s like to have seen my sista’ an’ brotha…”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “They said the same thing Xander ‘bout you.”

Xander Harris: “Wells ma’ let me go say my las’ goodbye to pa…”

:: Xander said as he made his way on over to where his father lay inside the coffin where he'd come to lay for eternity as his soul looked down upon Xander, Xander’s mother, Xander’s siblings from the heavens above.::

Xander Harris: “See ‘round pa, see ya ‘round…”

:: Xander said as he bowed his head in prayer, as he did it was like he was enlightened by something, something unexplainable, something he couldn't explain as he lifted his head he muttered out the  words “Evera’thin’ is gonna be alrigh’ pa” before backing away in silence and walking on back over to where his mother was standing.::

Xander Harris: “Ma’ evera’thin’ is gonna be alrigh’...”

Katherine Odom-Harris: “How's you know ‘dat Xander?”

Xander Harris: “Jus’ gotta have faith in the good lord ma’ trus’ me ma’"

:: Xander said as he reached in and gave his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he departed from the Green-Wood Cemetery of Greenwood Heights in Brooklyn, New York.::

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“The Way I Am”
Poppin’ Off Records - Recording Studio
Las Vegas, Nevada
Camera: On - Shoot

:: We open up inside that of the newly acquired recording studio of “Poppin’ Off Records” the west coast division of the record label. Though as the camera's continue to focus in on one particular area of the studio it can be seen being that of the recording booth. Standing front and center is that of “Poppin’ Off’s" first-ever signed artist and current Sin City Wrestling roster member Xander Bishop whom otherwise is known as “The New Dynasty” among the Sin City faithful and loyalists of Sin City.

Xander can be seen sporting the classical Jheri curl hairstyle from back in the day that was quite popular back then. His nose ring can be seen being that of a diamond stud and Xander can be seen looking rather cleaned shaved. He can be seen sporting a long sleeve white t shirt with a pair of black baggy jean pants that can be seen sagging, showing that of his boxers, he also can be seen sporting brown Timberland boots as he stands in the booth alone, ready to lace yet another popular track for his up and coming debut album “Bishopocalypse”.::

“Anga’. Wha’ honesty can a n***a say yea I’ma angry, hella angry at  â€˜dat an’ I gots a damn righ’ to be. Firs’ comin’ up shor’ in the 10 man Battle Royal match ‘dat would have come to see [“YOURS"] truly headlinin’ Inception II one of the larges’ Sin City Wrestlin’ supercar’s of the year bu’ nooo yea boy gets his ass eliminated by some chump ‘dat doesn’ even speak by the name of Samuel McPherson a Neanderthal at bes’ who’s jus’ some lacky for some nobody by the name of Lord Ran’ or some shi’ like ‘dat…

So yea I’ma lil’ pissed off you’s could say. Then to top it off Inception II an’ more so someone who wasn' even the initial bou’ ‘dat bein’ the 10 man Battle Royal who's should neva’ been involved in the King of the Hill ladder match I’s was apar’ of at Inception II in the firs’ place yea I’ma talkin’ ‘bout ‘dat n***a “The Sin of Wrath” Rage… but it's wha’eva’ as now I gots anotha’ chance at gold an’ ‘dis time, ‘dis time it's a One on One bou’ agains’ a familia’ face in one Calvin Harris...

Grievin’. It's all part of the healin’ process a process ‘dat make take sometime but we’s all gots do it soona’ or lata’ I’s is fortunately now due to the death of my pa, but in all honesty it's not ‘cause of ‘dat piece of shit, it's more ‘cause I’s not in the damn SCW Heavyweigh’ picture anymore an’ ‘dat it saddens me to say my downfall an’ the reasons I’s los’ wasn' ‘cause I'm not good enough if ‘dat was the case I’s wouldn' be in Sin City Wrestlin’ nor would I have had to chance’s at gold an’ given a third, no the reason I’s los’ is ‘cause folks like Arthur Pierce don' be believin’ in a n***a anymore which brings me to my next poin’ Artie come hur’?”

:: Xander says as he stands alone in the recording booth of Poppin’ Off Records, after a few seconds an unknowing Arthur Pierce approached the recording booth Xander stood inside, as he popped his head inside to hear what Bishop had to tell him.::

Xander Bishop: “Artie you’s fired bruh, I'm done bein’ held down by you’s ya hur.”

Arthur Pierce: “Xan’ you don't believe that your downfall is because of me do you?”

:: Xander grins.::

Xander Bishop: “N***a don' be gettin’ all sad eye on me now as for a fac’ I’s do an’ well it saddens me to say ‘dis but n***a you’s been cut… now getcha shit an’ get outta hur’...”

Arthur Pierce: “This is some kinda joke right Xan’?”

Xander Bishop: “G I’s didn' stutta’ be gone wit’cha now yea hur’!”

:: Xander said as ge turned his focus back to the microphone in front of him inside the recording booth he was in.::

“Now ‘dat sob story is ova’ I'll be able to focus more on me an’ less on wha’ eva’one else be wantin’ me to do an’ ‘dats on winnin’ soon… soon I’s will be back an’ if ‘dat biatch J2H is still the SCW Heavyweigh’ champion then… then ‘dat biatch gonna know wha’ is like to be broke when I’s put ‘dese hur’ bricks to his ‘dere face bitchass n***a na wanna take me serious an’ make fun of how's I talk… n***a gets with the times bruh.

Now don’ think I’s forgot ‘bout my three opponents I’s faced at Inception II, we’s definitely gonna be talkin’ ‘bout ‘dem an’ the firs’ one on the lis’ is ‘dat n***a by the name of Jeremiah Hardin. Jeremiah if I’s not recall n***a you’s said to check myself, n***a if you’s knew wha’ was good for yourself you’s not be tellin’ me I’s need a check myself before I’s wreck myself as n***a ‘dem fightin’ words bruh...

Then there’s Rage aka “The Sin of Wrath" who can’ believe a n***a got signed an’ more so wha’ Mr. Ward an’ Mr. Underwood saw in me. Bruh they obviously saw somethin’ in me to throw me into the fire an’ feed me opportunity afta’ opportunity for a chance at championship gold unlike your ass. Then you’s go on to furtha’ say I talk big game but can’ back it up, Rage you’s bitch you’s had a spark when you’s stared but now you's jus’ garbage, fell from outta the picture an’ now’s you tryin’ reclaim ta throne by goin’ afta’ the future of the industry...

You’s wanna pas’ advice aroun’ hur’ some for yea, you’s betta watch wha’ you’s say before you’s catch some bricks to ‘dat big ass dome piece of yours. Then… you’s believe ‘dis fool he sayin’ I’s be confused an’ dropped on my head too many times an’ ‘dat he gonna break a n***a’s jaw bone, only jaw you’s gonna break is ‘dat jaw ‘dat be catchin’ a fade from yea boy X ya hur...

Which brings ya boy to anotha’ ratchet motha’ fucka’ an’ my opponen’ at Climax Control ‘dis Sunday nigh’ who migh’ ‘dat be you’s askin’ ‘dat biatch by the name of Calvin Harris. Harris you’s eitha’ the smartes’ motha fucka’ hur’ in Sin City Wrestlin’ or you’s the dumbes’ to eva’ grace the squared circle or you’s jus’ to white claimin’ you's not understan’ me claimin’ I be speakin’ gibberish bruh I’s give you’s gibberish bruh. How's ‘dis for your ass Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana how's ‘dat for yea Harris.

Let's not forget you’s claimin’ I was gonna call you’s a closet racist durin’ your Inception II promo bruh incase you’s forgot ‘bout wha’ you’s said let a ya boy Xander remin’ ya claimin’ some shit ‘bout swagga’ an’ the way I’s act, bruh am I’s the firs’ n***a you’s evah faced off agains’ or somethin’ as it surely seems like ‘dat as you’s go off on tellin’ me to quit with the music creatin’ club banga’s an’ stickin’ to fightin’ an’ focusin’ more on winnin’ an’ maybe I’s wouldn' choke up, bruh if memory serves me correctly you’s los’ both ‘dem times too we’ve faced off agains’ each otha’ or betta’ yet were in the same ring togetha’ then again afta’ Climax Control it maybe the las’ time for your ass as I make you a damn cripple with ‘dat stump you’s been babyin’ since the before the Climax Control before Inception II.

Sure I’s may not have won the King of the Hill ladda’ match at Inception II which surely was a disappointmen’ but now I’s don’ got nothin’ holdin’ me back like my former agent Arthur Pierce was an’ now a chance at redemption to prove yet again why I deserve to have a shot at the curren’ Internet Champion Despayre as I’s beatcha ass Harris an’ come the numba’ one contenda’ for the curren’ reignin’ SCW Internet Champion Despayre be warned ya boy Xander is comin’ hard an’ hard I’s am indeed, you’s all gonna see ‘dat the way I’s am isn’ some joke but a way of life…”

:: Xander says as the scene fades out with him signaling to cut his microphone off.::

 OOC:- Not my best piece of work, but it is something. Hopefully it does the job, best of luck to my opponent Alex Rush, and hope you all enjoy this Rp of mine seeing how it's my 1st Rp I've done in a long time and more so as a face character.

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“I'm from the streets where the
hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home”

“Pandemonium”
Bishop’s childhood Home
Camera: Off - Flashback

Pow.

Pow..

Pow...

“Three this time, Laurence get in the damn house…”

Laurence Harris: “Buts momma…”

Momma Harris: “No buts get in the damn house NOW!!!”

::Is what could be heard coming from the other side of the screen door, of what looked to be attached to that of a broken, graffiti, unkempt looking house, looking like that of a house that's been through hell and back; due to all the gang violence, shootings and various drive-bys that occurred over the years. As the voice of the older female is heard, the little boy sitting out on the porch area of the broken down house quickly gets up from where he had been sitting at…::

Laurence Harris: “Okay momma I will.”

: “Richard when you gonna get us outta here?”

Richard Harris: “Soon I promise Kat.”

::Not pleased with what her husband says, the boy who'd come to be known by that of “Xander Bishop” mother, would come to grow impatient…::

Katherine Harris: “BUUUUT WWWHEN RICHARD WWWHEN, WHEN YOUR SON IS LAYIN’ UP IN THE MORGUE HUH?”

::She says yelling at the young boy's father before kneeling down and grabbing their son and walking back inside, as she does she mumbles to her son “That father if yours is always frontin’" as she and their young son walk past him.::

Richard Harris: “What you say woman?”

Katherine Harris: “Nothin’...”

Laurence Harris: “Momma why is there always guns being shot off everynight?”

::The young boy question his mother looking at her as she held onto him, before setting him down in the living room area, where two other children could be seen playing, all three children could be seen being not that far apart in age difference.

As his mother sat him down, she patted him on the shoulder, not saying a single word as she signaled for him to go play, doing so little Laurence complied with his mother's order and went to play with his older siblings, he could be see still wondering, still puzzled as to why there were gunshots being heard every night almost on the dot.::

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Damn I thought to myself lookin’ back from when I was a jus’ a kid growin’ up in Brooklyn… Fuck was I lucky to be alive, seriously thou’ [LUCKY] wasn' even the word ‘dat to be honest could even come close to describin’ how lucky I was…

So, who’s exactly was I you ask? My name was that of Laurence Alexander Harris I wasn’ born wealthy, nor was I born in the middle class, in a blue collar family as you’s call it.

I was born to that of a poor family, I was born on August 13, 1991 and was said to weigh an astoundin’ 6 pounds 12 ounces with a full head of kinky black hair. My parents was that of my mother Katherine and Richard Harris the II.

Why do I call my pops by his full name and not that of dad, father etc. because that man wasn’ no father to me mother and more so jus’ a donor you can say… so, Why I say that because my pops abandoned me and my moms to betta’ himself and not my mom an’ I and the two of us had to survive on our owns. Not a single damn person helped us out.

So, have I had it rough damn straight cuz I have and not like none these other cats or these white boys livin’ in the suburbs thinkin’ and playin’ gangsta with mommy and daddy's money, not workin’ a damn day in their life like ya’ boy here has…

So, who am I well to the public and those of the wrestlin’ industry I be known as that cat XANDER BISHOP aka “The New Dynasty” and I was the hottest free agent available until bein’ signed by that of the one of the leadin’ and dominatin’ wrestlin’ promotions known to date Sin City Wrestlin’...

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“Startin’ From the bottom”
Bishop’s apartment
Camera: On

::The scene opens as it does we come to see an older gentleman, the gentleman can be seen having Gray, short hair, time-worn face. Sunken in gray eyes, eyes that state experience within their sockets, watch delightfully over the castle they've cared for for so long. A mustache and goatee seductively compliments his eyes, his face of Nittlewizz Steamspanner, a true fortune-hunter among those within the wrestling industry.

There's something odd about him, perhaps it's his sense of humor or perhaps it's simply his composure as he sat across from a two younger men, one being that of rapper Darius Stone from that of Poppin’ Off Record's, the other individual being that of Sin City Wrestling’s latest signee “The New Dynasty” Xander Bishop. Bishop unlike Pierce and Stone can be seen being much younger and having various tattoos and artwork scattered throughout, covering that of his arms like those of the colorful pages of a comic book.::

Arthur Pierce: “Xan’ what you thinking about bro, never seen you this quiet before?”

Xander Bishop: “Because bruh, It's because I never been given somethin’ like this before…”

Arthur Pierce: “What you talking about?”

Xander Bishop: “‘This bruh...”

::As Bishop said that he showed his manager Arthur thing he had been looking at, doing so the thing could be seen being that of a fan made painting of Bishop with the words “My hero, a real hero from the ghetto…” Once seen and seen why Bishop was so quiet, his manager Arthur Pierce spoke out again.::

Arthur Pierce: “Feels good to be appreciated huh?”

Xander Bishop: “Ya’ bruh it does.”

Arthur Pierce: “Now imagine that same feeling when you debut within Sin City Wrestling?”

Xander Bishop: “I know Artie, It's gonna be off the heezy for sure, thou honesty I still can' believe you’s was able to get me signed with Sin City Wrestling.. “

Arthur Pierce: “Trust me kid it wasn't easy considering your reputation as a gangsta and the image you portray, so don't fuck it up, got me?”

Xander Bishop: “Yea… yea… yea I gots you old man.”

Honestly, I was pretty sure Arthur was still in shock when he got that call back from Sin City management. Imagine that phone call, I surely can't...

Darius Stone: “Bishop seriously bruh, listen to this man, don’ fuck this opportunity up, Sin City is… is… well It's the pinnacle of the Indies bruh.”

Xander Bishop: “Why you frontin’ that bruh?”

Arthur Pierce: “Well Xan, he isn't lying. So what you going to do with your first check?”

Xander Bishop: “I damn well it isn' gonna be livin’ in this dump anymore, fuckin’ sick of livin’ like this and damn well sick of, wells you know Artie...”

::As Bishop said that, another voice could be heard, a much deeper voice with a deep southern accent, as the voice was heard Xander turned around to face the individual smiling.::

Xander Bishop: “My nigga Tennakey, what you doin’ outs bruh?”

Tennakey: “You know bruh, a nigga got released for good behavior. It's been a minute so what you callin’ yourself nowadays?”

Xander Bishop: “Nowadays I'm known as Xander, as in Xander Bishop aka “The New Dynasty” which my agent Pierce dubbed me ya hear?”

Tennakey: “Dat’s betta then that Future bullshit you’s was callin’ yourself when we’s was kid nigga, you’s remember dat shit D?”

::Laughing, Darius gets a hold of himself before speaking.::

Darius Stone: “That I do bruh except it was the Future Xander or some bullshit name you had come up with...”

Xander Bishop: “I was youn’ back then you’s know, oh and before I forget Artie you’s know who I’ma be facin’ for my debut come Climax Control?”

Arthur Pierce: “Yeah, I do bro the name of your opponent is a guy by the name of Alex Rush. Rush is said to be a multi platinum selling lead singer of a rock band..”

::Xander chuckles a little bit, before speaking.::

Xander Bishop: “You’s are tellin’ me Artie this guy is a multi platinum selling lead singer of some rock band, yet he's wrestlin’ in an independent wrestling promotion eh?”

Arthur Pierce: “Yea…”

Xander Bishop: “He maybe overseas as to be honest I's neva heard of him, then again if he was here in the state's he was probably some overnight one hit wonder you’s know, lets get the hella outta here y’all…”

::As Bishop said signaling to his boys to departure from his shithole of an apartment.::

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[Three Days later…]

“Hit ‘Em Up"
Poppin’ Off Record's - Studio
Camera: On - The Shoot

::As we open up the scene can be seen being that of a recording studio, standing center stage is none other then Sin City Wrestling’s latest signee ‘The New Dynasty” Xander Bishop. Bishop can be seen sporting a customized snap-back Red and Black flat billed ball cap of the Chicago Bulls basketball team with the same logo embroidered on the front, that his custom jersey can be seen having stitched on it as he stands behind that of a microphone inside the recording booth.::

So, I’s be takin’ on Alex Rush a multi platinum sellin lead singer of a rock band, what rock band who knows, thou’ one thing is certain Rush hasn’ got any accolades to back up his claims, hell for all we knows Rush could be delusional believin’ he’s got’s it easy ‘cause I’m new to da sport…

Rush you’s need to take your opponent serious and not as some joke, as your boy Xander Bishop lives and breaths hustle, Loyalty and Respect. One thing is certain I’m treatin’ this match like its my last, as if I was broke.

I may not be a multi platinum sellin lead singer nor would I want to be and if I damn well was I wouldn’ be in some independant wrestlin’ promotion dat’s forsure, I’d be in a promotion dat’ be makin’ me millions and not chump change like a Independant promotion.

You’s see unlike you’s I stay on da grind well’s I got news for ya, you’s a ****ing joke I’m guessin’ I’mma have to carry out our match for you’ll be too damn drunk from the partylife you’s be claimin’ on Twitter, so you’s can bet the match between your boy Bishop and Rush is all on me I bet I never choke and you’s well hopefully it’s not a repeat in wrestlin’ history we’s all know how dat went down…

The face painted legend carryin’ the well intoxicated bitch, I’s sayin’ dat’ ‘cause well you’s a bitch if you’s go and do dat’ to da fans who come for a match and get dat’ of a joke if I recall it was a 1 minute or some shit lets hope its not a repeat…

Come our match Rush you’s and I are gonna be squarin’ off droppin’ dukes to one another dats’ if I don’ have to carry your ass throu’ the match, then again it’d surely be a lesson learn wouldn’ it. You’s take your opponent more serious. One thing is certain come Monday, January 02, 2017 we’s goin’ to bring in the new year the New Dynasty dat’ be your boy Xander Bishop…

See ya soon Rush…

X is out.
 
::As Bishop says that he signals to end the recording session for his promo against his opponent Alex Rush, as he does he steps on out of the booth and grins as the scene slowly fades out to darkness.::