“Gangsta’s Paradise”
Scene: 01
Camera: Off
[[Hours after Climax Control Episode 201...]]
:: We open up to that of the home of Sin City Wrestling’s most controversial star to have signed with them since the signing of one Xander Bishop, though with Bishop gone, the talented Quinton Cross, that be ‘The Kingpin’ and more so in recent days ‘The Ghetto Gospel’ has taken that spot and taken it with pride. Cross’ house can be seen being rather gorgeous from the looks of where he’s sitting at. A few religious things can be seen placed above his entertainment center.
Young Quinton can be seen sitting in a white tank top/ wife beater, a gold chain necklace dangling down from his neck, he also can be seen sporting a pair of Gucci designer jeans, his jeans can be seen being rather baggy, his underwear can be seen enough to show he’s not wearing a belt, positioned atop of his lap, can be seen being his Apple laptop computer.::
Quinton Cross: “Fuck… shit can’ be happenin’ not now, not eva’ they can’ be firreal?’”
:: Cross’ can be heard saying as he sits alone nursing a small injury he received at the hands of ‘The White Wolf’ Fenris at this past Sunday night's Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control event that kicked off it's return by holding the 1st round of the Blast from the Past tournament which saw ‘The Ghetto Gospel’ team up with an unusual individual by the name of Otaki who lost the match for Cross and her.::
Quinton Cross: “Dat damn biatch Otaki is to blame for dis’ shit…”
: “Wha’ you talkin’ bout’ Quin?”
:: Quinton turns his attention from his laptop computer screen, to see Halo magazine model Courtney King looking down at Cross who can be seen looking up at her from his couch. King can be seen wearing a red tunic loose fit top with white Farrah designer prima crop jeans.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s know Otaki was tha weakes’ link, ‘cause of her I’ve gotta go up agains’ some whack job named Tommy Ruby or some shit… tha guy identifies with a damn color…”
Courtney King: “Oh you’s mean Crimson?”
Quinton Cross: “Yea sure whas eva’ his name is, I don’ care tha guys a total whack job. Who comes to an even’ like Climax Control with a damn knife and shit… firreals whas tha fuck gives you’s know?”
:: King giggles a bit at her on again off again boyfriend.::
Courtney King: “Quin don’ you think you blowin’ this whole thing with this Crimson guy outta proportion?”
Quinton Cross: “Um yea… no Court I don’. Tha guy is a damn devil worshippa’ and has already sen’ me a damn inverted cross on my Twitta page…”
Courtney King: “Forreal?”
Quinton Cross: “Yes I wouldn’ lie abou’ ‘dis shit Court, he’s a damn nut job real talk gurl.”
:: As Cross says that, King walks on over to where her on again off again boyfriend is sitting at and peaks down at the screen of his Apple laptop computer to see the image his opponent Tommy Crimson who he’d be going up against this Sunday night at Climax control episode 202 had sent him.::
Quinton Cross: “See I told ya tha guys a damn whack job and wors’ part of all is neitha’ Mr. Underwood or Mr. Ward will change my damn match. Theys said I should be honored to be facin’ him seein’ how he’s a forma’ World and SCW Roulette champion…”
Courtney King: “Well…”
Quinton Cross: “Well… well nothin’ Court. To top it all off folks be wantin’ to spread blasphemy ‘bout a playa when it be them dat be wrong with society. Not a single one of ‘em wanna acknowledge dat more black folk are discriminated agains’ not jus’ in tha workplace but also in tha entertainmen’ and sports industry then dat of white folks…”
Courtney King: … and?”
Quinton Cross: “... And dis’ cat actually though’ I was scared off him… really?”
Courtney King: “Well aren’ you?”
Quinton Cross: “Honestly?”
Courtney King: “Yea?”
Quinton Cross: “Hell nah gurl I’ma straigh’ up G a damn hood muthafucka from tha streets of Los Angeles…”
I though’ to myself as I began to crack up in laughta’, but then tha laughta’ turned to dat of whas Rev. Jesse Jackson once said and dat was dis tha dream was not to put one black family in tha White House, tha dream was to make everythin’ equal in er’body's house gurl and dat’s not whas happenin’ we’s still have black folk bein’ discriminated agains’ and I’ma be tha one to prove it…
Courtney King: “So wha’ does that have to do with this Sunday Quin?”
:: Cross chuckles as what he just heard from King.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s are kiddin’ righ’?”
Courtney King: “Um no…”
Quinton Cross: “Firreals gurl, dat homie beyon’ fucked. I’ma wipe tha damn floor with ‘em and not break a damn sweat doin’ so. It’s gonna be a damn cake walk for you’s truly real talk, he’s a whole 173 poun’s of crap. Where you’s truly ya he a 143 poun’s more then dat biatch…”
All I honestly could think abou’ was tha damn machine dat be Sin City Wrestlin’ and those at tha top holden cats like myself down. For years they’ve laughed, they’ve forced and discriminated agains’ folks signed unda’ them and now theys are disciminatin’ agains’ me, forcin’ me to do somethin’ I don’ wanna do and dat’s bein’ involved with dat whack Job Tommy Crimson. Crimson a straigh’ up joke and not a single soul should be scared of dat cat for god sake tha man wears a damn jacket made from human flesh to tha damn ring or so he be claimin’...
Quinton Cross: “You’s think I should be scared of Crimson, he does wear a jacket made from human flesh Court.”
:: Cross says with a chuckle.::
Courtney King: “Okay… now you didn’ say that before Quin, that is kinda gross and yea I wouldn’ wanna be involved with that neitha’ love…”
Quinton Cross: “See and you’s jus’ though’ I was jus’ ova’ exaggeratin’ nah… now you’s see Crimson is a damn whack job. Tha man firreals should be committed into a damn mental institution and neva’ let out with us norma’ folk who livin’ a norma’ life you’s know...”
Courtney King: “Righ’...”
Quinton Cross: “He’s a real sad individual gurl probably though’ I was reeeeally scared of him and his Twitta pos’ with tha gouging of tha eyes and shit, dat shit normal shit you’s see in tha damn hood…”
Courtney King: “Forreals huh?”
Quinton Cross: “Yessir, he need watch Menace to Society and learn some new tricks and shit as he straigh’ up outta date Court...”
:: Cross says as he leans forward setting his Apple laptop computer on his coffee table as he does he grabs his PS4 gaming controller before leaning back as he gets comfortable again as his Playstation 4 kicks on bringing him to the main menu of the game.::
-----“Locked Up”
Scene: 02
Camera: Off - Flashback
The day was Friday, October 13, 2004, I was 14 years of age and lets be real someone of my age shouldn’ be in juvenile detention, lookin’ throu’ bars like a damn caged animal but I was… I though’ to myself as I lay on my bed inside tha small cell dat became my home away from home...
It was barely big enough to accommodate tha old, rusty bunk bed and tha sad excuse for a toilet dat was situated in tha far corna’. Tha walls were chipped and cracked in hundreds of places, and tha ligh’ from tha settin’ sun cas’ an eerie glow abou’ tha place as I sat alone in myself thinkin’ to myself...
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned. Ova’ and ova’ again jus’ to stay on top, jus’ for some chedda to keep me afloat, sista’ Ann head of tha all boys group home I belon’ too surely hadn’ a clue whas to do with a troubled soul as she claimed I was or so I recalled her always sayin’ to me…
Tha more I though’ abou’ tha shit I had done tha more I craved more of it. You’s easily could say I was seekin’ attention sure I may have been, but eh who’d have known? I didn’ show it, I played with my lego’s, I played B-Ball out in the school B-Ball courts like every otha kid on my block I though’ to myself as I sat on tha bottom bunk.
:: His back against the wall and chubby legs hanging far out over the side of the bed, de la Croisette sat alone, and he was smiling, smiling as he reminisced about his childhood and what led him to where he was now, behind bars.::
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Damn bruh…”
:: De la Croisette had only been in the cell for a couple days, but he knew he wouldn’t be in there much longer. The cops had no solid evidence to the drug charges they had arrested him for and of course Croisette was guilty, but he wasn’t going to let them know that he knew he was…
Admit fault wasn’t something he did and he wasn’t going to start now. The rush he felt when he made the deals sent shivers through his body… Just the thought of making that quick cash put a smile on his face as he lay down on the hard lumpy mattress. The paper thin pillow did nothing for the kinks in his neck, the paper thin bed sheets barely kept him warm as his feet dangled from the edge, but he didn’t care.
Only one more night and he’d be out of this dump… and back on the prowl of making that quick cash he’d come to love real fast. He had just closed his eyes to relax when he heard the other inmates within the juvenile detention center shouting.::
“New blood!”
“Fresh meat! We’re gonna have fun with you, sweetheart!”
:: De la Croisette got up and headed to the cell door to see who the next unlucky victim was to enter into Hell was going to be... Through the iron bars, he saw a couple of guards escort a thin, small younger kid down the corridor. The younger kid was dressed in baggy jeans and a baggy t-shirt. His eyes hid under that of a fitted baseball cap he could be seen wearing. De la Croisette smiled; he could tell the young kid wouldn’t become jail bait without a fight. Just something about the young kid made de la Croisette grin.::
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Dis cat…”
Guard: “What you say?”
:: One of the guards could be heard saying as they stopped outside de la Croisette’s cell and unlocked the door as they uncuffed the young kid and shoved him inside, closing and locking the door behind them.::
Guard: “Here you go, Sesugh, enjoy your new roommate, you scumbag...”
:: De la Croisette chuckled as he heard the guards walk away, the other inmates mocking them with snorts and other pig sounds. He turned to his new cell mate, who was now leaning up against the far wall of the tiny cell as they eyed each other for a short time, until the young kid finally spoke, breaking the silence between he and de la Croisette.::
: “Homie don’cha even think about tryin’ anythin’ with me, G. I’ll fuckin’ rip ya nuts off.”
:: De la Croisette laughed.::
: “Whas so funny cuz?”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Nothin’ bruh, but don’ you’s worry bruh, I don’ plan on makin’ too many friends ‘ere. Tha names Sesugh and you’s be?”
: “Alexander Harris cuz, but my homies all call me Xander.”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Nice, bruh. So whas you’s in here for?”
Xander Harris: “Drugs, fightin’ you’s know tha eva’day hussle ya ‘ere me cuz and you’s?”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Shit bruh, pushin’ drugs and some otha’s shit, thou’ manly for pushin’ bruh!”
Xander Harris: “Can’ wait to be outta dis join’ my homie Stone and I’s gots some shit we’s gettin’ ready, but ‘dat shit won’t be happenin’ for quite some time…”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Why’s dat my G?”
Xander Harris: “Cuz they’s got a G doin’ like 2 or somethin’ years real talk, you’s?”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Nah bruh dis my las’ nigh’ in dis place and then ya boy is out…”
:: De la Croisette says as he rolls over on his bed as he tries to get comfortable.::
Xander Harris: “Damn cuz, so you’s out huh?”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Yessir and I honestly couldn’ be happa’ yea know.”
Xander Harris: “I’s bet bruh… shit bruh, not me…”
Sesugh de la Croisette: “Bruh if I can give ya some advice only hang with tha G’s not no woods, piscis strictly stick with you’s own you’s know whas I mean, they’s eatya alive up in here, oh and don’ snitch bruh, rememba snitches get stitches. Jus’ as tha streets got they own code tha pens got it’s own…”
Was whas I rememba sayin’ to Xanda’ tha nigh’ before my departure from tha pen, thou’ tha weirdes’ par’ abou’ dat was he and I would become close friends lata’ on down tha road, as he’d come to be known eventually as ‘Tha New Dynasty’ Xanda’ Bishop…
[[Present Day…]]
Quinton Cross: “Damn, only if Bishop was still active like ya boy, playa tried to worn a G back then and muthafucka’ jus’ didn’ listen’....”
:: Cross says as he opens up his cell phone as he looks outside the office window of his Culver City Cartel Records label suite, his left hand holding a cigar that he had been puffing on. Cross can be seen having an Afro Top high fade; for those not familiar with what that is, it begins with a part line that isolates the top which creates a high fade. Cross can be seen wearing a black Miami Heat jersey with baggy black jeans as he turns around he puts the cigar in the astray that can be seen sitting in the corner of his office desk.::
Quinton Cross: “Ayo bruh, you's gotta minute?”
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Grea’ bruh, we's will be goin’ forwar’ with tha plan's jus’ as we's planned my G…
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No my G, you's got no worries my G.
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Jokes on ‘em real talk bruh.
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I got you's bruh, trus’ me my G I got you's bruh.
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:: Cross says before he ends the call, before turning back to his work, as he does his personal secretary the buxom beauty Gabrielle Grey walks in, she can be seen wearing a gorgeous maroon colored woman's business suit, a white shirt can be seen being worn underneath revealing just enough to keep the imagination alive as she walks in, Cross looks up and smiles at her as the scene slowly fades out.::
-----“Murder Was the Case”
Scene: 03
Camera: Rec. - Shoot promo
:: We open up inside the recording booth located outside ‘The Ghetto Gospel’ Quinton Cross’ personal office at his Los Angeles, California based label Culver City Cartel Records. Though unlike most days where Cross isn’t inside the booth itself, today is different, for today is the day Cross can be found on the opposite side recording his shoot promo for this Sunday nights Sin City Wrestling’s flagship show Climax Control 202.
Cross can be seen wearing a black buttoned down t-shirt, that can be seen being made out of silk material. The t-shirt can be seen having that of an image of a lion being displayed on the front of it with white and gold designs filling up the remainder of the t-shirt. Cross’ lower torso can be seen consisting of baggy blue designer blue jeans, he also can be seen sporting the latest Lugz Drifter Lo Lx that can be seen being tan in color as he stands inside the recording booth awaiting the signal to begin.::
Quinton Cross: “Yo… yo… check it ya boy Quinton Cross here up in tha booth abou’ to drop dis promo made of pure fire and well afta’ havin’ a lil’ fun at tha cos’ of my opponen’ he wanna say I was scaaaaaared… bruh tha only thing you’s scarin’ is those who still wet tha bed livin’ in tha basemen’ of their paren’s house. You’s see my G, unlike you’s I don’ need a weapon to figh’ you’s with, thou’ if you’s wan’ you’s can bring one ‘cause you’s gonna need tha backup to beat dis’ muthafuckin’ OG dat’ be tha Ghetto Gospel...
You’s see Crimson I really don’ care. You’s got 3 wins on Kristopher Ryans probably by luck, then again knowin’ tha champ he probably felt sorry for you’s my G. I mean firreals I’ma even startin’ to feel bad for you’s. You’s get embarrassed on social media. You’s come atchya boy fat shamin’ me, how’d ‘dat workou’ for you’s my G, I buried you’s so bad on Social media I was told to quit havin’ gotten a few Dm’s tellin’ me to let you’s get a few in and even when ya boy Cross do ‘dat you’s still got burried.
Bruh thou’ like I said before I don’ care if you’s wanna bring a knife to a figh’ you’s gonna need it real talk. So if you's carryin' a knife dis Sunday when we's square off agains' one anotha’ at Climax Control 202 Crimson, you's gonna be needin’ somethin’ differen’ then wha’ you’s pulled on Ryans, as if you’s plan on usin’ dat shit again then you’s deserve to get bitch smacked like Ryans did to yea on Climax Control 201 durin’ Sin City Wrestlin’s return…
Bruh jus’ face tha facts you’s gonna be my biatch by tha end of tha nigh’, you's though’ I was scared of yea please… bruh you’s gotta be jokin’ righ’ not a single soul is scared of you's, hell bruh even you's comeback was flawed jus’ like you's and come tha time when we’s face off agains’ one anotha’ at Climax Control 202 I'ma jus’ cemen’ it into tha history books...”
:: Cross says laughing, before continuing on.::
Quinton Cross: “Crimson you's lil FUCK, like I mentioned on Twitta’ I’ve got money stacks bigga' than you's hell when I'ma sittin’ on tha shitta’ takin’ a dump you's can bet my shit has shit bigga then you's which I also mentioned on Twitta, but if you’s don’ believe ya boy jus’ let ya boy know and I’ll Tweet ya a pictura’ of my shit…
But you’s see Crimson unlike you’s I’ma not a [“ONE”] trick pony like you’s my homie. You’s go off two whole thin’ my weigh’ and my one los’ I suffered dis pas’ Sunday durin’ tha firs’ roun’ of tha Blas’ From tha Pas’ tournamen’ firs’ roun’ thanks to my partna’, but, but you’s somehow mus’ be slow and no not ‘dat slow we’s talkin’ mentally slow bruh as ya boy Cross wasn’ tha one who got pinned my G.
Please… please… no I beg of you’s not to answa’ back, dis is hard shit to follow I’mma sure for you’s for you’s keep sayin’ tha same shit like you’s on repea’ or somethin’ We’s know you’s can’ spit my G so obviously you’s mus’ swallow. So how’s it gonna feel swallowin’ you’s firs’ los’ here in Sin City Wrestlin’ agains’ some fatass who can’ wrestle or move so you’s say… then again why don’cha go ask Fenris and ask him you’s self…
I’mma sure he’ll tell you’s I move like a damn freigh’ train. If you’s wasn’ so stupid I’d continue on and talk abou’ all tha damn grea’ qualities ya boy Cross has from personality and grea’ looks to stylin’ and profilin’ with straigh’ up chedda for days. Jus’ so you’s not think I’mma murda ya here in ‘dis shoot as I diss you’s ova’ fas’, slow track or no track…
If you’s shit wasn’ so whack, I’d dissed you’s in public oh damn… I did ‘dat already on social media. Bruh you’s wacka’ than the motherfucka’ you’s stole you’s style from and let’s not get into dat’ ordeal huh? You’s jus’ some dude with an ova’ played gimmick, you’s see unlike you’s Crimson ya boy Quinton Cross here, whom otha’wise known as ‘Tha Ghetto Gospel’, ‘Tha Kingpin’ among otha’s isn’ some fake fuck like you’s.
Ya boy doesn’ play a gimmick like you’s. He does’ dress-up actin’ like some psychopathic killah from tha lates’ horror movie out to date. Bruh I don’ even wear wrestlin’ trunks or tights ya boy wear tha same shit he come to damn arena wearin’ and dat’s designa’ jeans, jersey’s and tha lates’ nike or adidas shoe out… where you’s my G you’s come to tha firs’ show back wieldin’ a damn knife only to be smacked like a damn biatch.
Thou’ my question to you’s Crimson was Kristopha’ wearin’ baby powda’ on his hand when he smacked you’s like a biatch. Reminded ya boy of Mike Epps in How High as Baby Powda’ smackin’ tha two white gurls. You’s a damn trick Crimson and ya boy Cross gonna be tha one to prove it and prove it I shall dis Sunday nigh’ when Climax Control 202 airs from tha Star of tha Deser’ arena in Primm, Nevada…
Dat firs’ shit I spit ou’ was jus’ a dose of tha shit dat I'mma on. Consida’ dis tha firs’ chapta’ of tha Ghetto Gospel dat ne tha youn’ cat you’s gonna know as Quinton Cross real talk, ya boy isn’ play so cut tha shit talk as ya boy gonna be layin’ these hamfis’ straigh’ to ya dome like bricks to ya face, Primm, Nevada gonna be tha place ya boy makes a statemen’ dat he’s no joke and shouldn’ be taken lightly.
Crimson my dog.
Crimon my dog, you’s gotta rude awakenin’ and come dis Sunday you’s gonna see ya boy Quinton maybe a fatboy, may have los’ his firs’ match not by bein’ pinned, not by coun’ out, not cause of him, but cause of somethin’ he hadn’ accounted for, somethin’ ya boy should have had covered but didn’ and dat’s tha weakness dat was of his partna’ I’ll be tha firs’ to admit I didn’ see it comin’ but I shoulda known I couldn’ have counted on Otaki, but then again if her and I woulda won I’d have neva’ gotten dis’ chance to take you’s on and show tha world you’s not like me, you’s a fraud homie and I’mma prove it dis Sunday.”
End Rec.
