Post by justincash on Aug 23, 2014 23:01:31 GMT -5
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The sound of pool balls cracking against one another draws the view of the camera, which pans across a mildly filled bar before it gets to the pool table. Around the pool table are several men and women belonging to a biker club, which is clearly shown by the leather jackets which has a fist held up holding a pair of brass knuckles covered in what appears to be blood. Holding the pool cue and lining up his shot, is their leader. Standing next to him is Justin Cash holding another pool cue. The leader has just broken it and got two solids in. He lines up his next shot and just nearly misses getting his ball into the side pocket. The cue ball rolled until it knocked a stripped ball to the lip of the corner pocket. The leader starts to laugh.
Leader: I've taken so much of this guys' money that I feel bad. I gotta make sure I help him out since he can't make any on his own.
Justin looks at him and smiles before lining up for his shot. As he shoots, he hits the cue ball too low, scratches the table and makes the ball jump up off the table. Everyone laughs as he bends down to pick up the ball and hands it to the leader, with a smile on his face.
Justin: I can't believe I could miss a shot that easy.. I was doing pretty good earlier. Oh well, atleast now you get a free shot.
Leader: (Hysterically laughing) Guy you have to be the worst pool player in the world. I swear I've seen monkeys play better. An' I ain't talking bout them damn (CENSORED). Although I'm sure one of them people could play better than you.
They continue to play for awhile, with the leader hitting all of his balls in and Justin only getting two in. He missed the ball in the corner twice before finally sinking it in, all while the bikers were laughing and getting drunk. People are starting to get noisy and a little bit rowdy. Several young couples keep staring at the pool table with looks of disgust. One young man calls over the lone waitress and starts talking to her. She shakes her head back and forth and a very inaudible "No Way!" can be heard from the waitress as she walks over to the bartender. He appears to be in his late fifties and wears a look of exhaustion, as if he has had a long rough life already. You can tell he used to be in good shape at one time in his life because he still carries his large frame well, except for the part of his stomach that is straining his against his dirty shirt. He has a rag over his left shoulder. As the waitress approaches and starts talking to him, he takes two shot glasses from underneath the counter and wipes them out with his rag. He then grabs a bottle and fills both glasses. He hands the shots to the waitress, who then brings it over to the unhappy couple. They speak a few minutes before she walks away. The camera pans back to the table, where it has grown quiet as the leader lines up the cue ball with the 8 ball. He sinks the shot and everyone cheers. He stands up, turns towards Justin and holds his palm open to Justin.
Leader: Pay up pretty boy. That was the third game at double or nothin' sos you owe me... (Takes a minute to do math in his head, then switches to his fingers because he's pretty drunk by now) $400! Hope you got the kinda (Burps loudly) bread on you or my friends will have to take you outside and go over our payment plan.
Justin:(Pulls out a large stack of money) Oh, don't you worry I stay with large sums of money. Look, I got five grand right here, count it if you want. But why don't we play one more game for $5000.
The leader is quiet as he considers this offer. Him and his gang are too drunk at this point to realize that something is up. But his eyes light up as he realizes that Justin wants to put $5000 up, and hasn't even sunk more than three balls in one game.
Leader: Bring it on! I have no problem taking your money.
The leader walks around the table, pulls all the balls out of the pockets and racks them in the pool triangle. He grabs the cue ball and hands it to Justin.
Leader: I'll let you break, you're gonna need all the help and luck you can get to keep your money. Ha Ha! Here, don't choke. Ha Ha!
Justin takes the cue ball and rolls it on the table. This time instead of taking forever to line the cue ball, he places it off-center at an angle facing the rack of balls. He chalks up before lining up for his shot. Everyone gets quiet as they notice that he's placed the ball differently and is holding the stick completely differently than he had in the previous three games. He pulls back and pushes forward and hits the cue ball strongly. There is a loud "Crack!!" as the cue ball breaks up the triangle of balls. Two colored and one striped ball fall in the pockets. All the bikers and their leader are all speechless.
Justin: Wow, look at that. I got three balls in at once. I'm solids.
He lines up his next shot which goes in, then the next, then the next, until he sinks all of his balls and the 8 ball. He looks up at the leader, who had moved back from the table and was standing with his arms across his chest. His gang had formed a semi-circle behind him. Justin lays his pool stick on the table and walks over to the leader.
Justin: Can you imagine that? I just sunk every ball and you didn't even get a turn. Guess I am pretty good huh?
Leader: Listen you piece of shit cheater! I ain't paying you shit. You cheated, you got me too drunk so that you could just steal my money cuz I can't see straight.
Justin: I'm not the one who forced you to drink. If you noticed, I only drank water all night long. So how did I cheat you? Pay up, come on I beat you like I did my opponents in my wrestling match last week. Quick, easy, and totally unexpected.
The bartender notices the stand off going on. He places his rag on the bar and walks over to the cash register. He reaches underneath and pulls out a shotgun. He walks over to the stand off. No one notices him walk over as their attention is on Justin, and Justin's on the bikers. He cocks the shotgun, which causes a few bikers to jump and reach into their vests. He has the shotgun pointed directly at the leader.
Bartender: Is there a problem here boys?
Leader: Nah John, (He motions to his group to release their grip on their guns) we ain't got no problem here. I was just trying to make this cocksucker sweat before I gave him his money. Here, (He reaches in his pocket, pulls out a very large stack of money. He counts out $5000 and hands it to Justin, while giving him a death stare. He then pulls a few more bills of his stack and throws them on the pool table.) Come on boys' lets roll we got some important shit to take care of.
The leader and his group walk past the bartender, who keeps the gun pointed at them. It looks as if they are going to walk out peacefully until the leader stops at the couples' table who had complained earlier. He pulls the young man out of the booth and stands him up. The leader punches the young man straight in his nose, which erupts in blood as the man falls backwards into the booth, completely unconscious.
Leader: (Looks at the woman) Next time, tell your bitch boyfriend to complain to me, not the management.
The woman nods her head and then gets up and rushes to her boyfriend. The bikers walk out of the bar laughing. The waitress slowly walks behind the bar and scoops some ice into a bag then brings it over to the couple. She pulls a cloth from her back pocket and hands it to the woman, who uses it to try and stop the blood from flowing from her boyfriends nose. By now he has sat back up and crying. He looks over at the bartender.
Guy: Aren'...(sobbing) Aren't you gonna...(sobbing) do something? Tha.. That.. guy..(sniffles) That guy just assaulted me! Some... Someone call the cops!
His girlfriend steps back from him and starts shaking her head before sitting down.
Woman: Lance, shut up. No one is going to call the cops on that group, and even if they did those guys are long gone by now.
Lance: SHUT THE FUCK UP SIDNEY! I WASN'T FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!! YOU ONLY TALK WHEN SPOKEN TO!!
The bartender goes to intervene, but Justin holds him back and gives him a look that says "I'll take care of this." Justin walks over to the man who is still screaming at his girlfriend, all while holding the blood red rag to his nose. Justin walks over and taps the man on the shoulder and he looks up at Justin.
Lance: What the fuck do you want? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten punched in the face!
Justin: (In a sincere tone) Sir, I'm very sorry that that man assaulted you and ruined your face and suit. What are you some hot shot lawyer or something? Ivy league grad? Trust fund baby? (This last comment gets a laugh from the woman)
Lance: Shut up Sidney! Wait till we get home, I swear you will regret your insolence. Now as for you, you degenerate. Yes in fact, I graduated Harvard Law, number one in my class. I'm an intern at Raymond, Raymond & Hughes. We are the largest firm in the bay state. I gross more in one year than you could make in a life time hustling out of pool halls. My parents were very prominent lawyers in their day and now my father resides on the supreme court.
Justin: Wow, that's quite an impressive resume. Me, I just got out of prison for attempted murder, where I turned little white collared citizens like you into my bitch. Now you need to stop yelling at that sexy woman sitting across from you, before we have a problem. You see I might have a problem with authority but I will not tolerate a pipsqueak like you, treating women with disrespect. (Justin reaches over, grabs her hand and kisses it) By the way beautiful, my name's Justin Cash. May I have the pleasure of finding out if you have a name as beautiful as you look?
Woman: (Blushing) My name is Sidney and thank you, you yourself are very sexy.
Lance: Sindey! What the fuck do you think you are doing flirting with this.... this trash? He is way below our class. He's basically an animal.
Justin: (Still looking at Sidney) How would you like to spend the rest of your night with a real man? I'll show you how to have a fun time.
Lance: (Grabbing Justin's hand away from Sidney's) Listen you fucking ape. What are you retarded? Can't you see she's with me? Besides she would be embarrassed to be seen out in public with the likes of you.
Justin: I'm going to let you touching me slide for now, but don't do it again. Why don't we let the sexy Sidney decide what she wants. (Turns to Sidney) So baby, what you think you wanna do? Come spend the best night of your life with me? Or go home with this pompous jerk-off, who's still sucking on mommy's tit while bathing in daddy's money.
Lance: Fuck you! I'm making the choice for her. She's my fiancé and she's not throwing her life away for some animal who just got released from his cage. I forbid it! Now move! She's coming with me!
As he stands up, Justin takes a step backwards to allow the him by. He grabs the woman's arm and attempts to yank her out of the booth. She resists and tries to pull her arm free.
Sidney: Let go Lance! I'm not going with you. In fact after tonight, you and I are done.
Lance: (Smack) BITCH! NO ONE LEAVES ME!
Justin: That was a big mistake bro.
Justin grabs Lance and spins him so they are facing each other. Justin punches him in the nose, which starts spewing with blood again. His nose had already dried up except for a small gash on the bridge of his nose. Justin's punch crushed his nose and made the gash open up even larger. Lance is pouring blood from his face as he grabs it, while screaming in agony. Justin grabs him and drops him on the floor with the Cash Drop. Justin looks over at the bartender.
Justin: Now, would be a good time to call an ambulance. He's gonna be out cold for awhile. When he comes to, let him know that he will never call or speak to her again. Tell him that if he sees her out in public, that he's to walk away without saying a word to her or I will find him and a broken nose will be the least of his worries. (Looks back to Sidney) Come on baby, let's go have some fun.
He reaches for her arm and helps her step over Lance's lifeless body. Justin can't resist himself and stomps on Lance's face once before walking out the door arm and arm with Sidney. They walk outside the bar and walk to the parking lot. Justin points to a bright red Corvette.
Justin: Let me guess, he bought the car to compensate for his lack of manhood in the bedroom.
Sidney: Ha! Ha! That's so true! He was so tiny and only lasted two minutes. If he wasn't paying my way through law school I wouldn't have even been with him. He treated me like I was his property and would beat me if I didn't want to have sex with him. I'm so glad someone finally gave him what he deserved. He's such a bad person!
She runs over to his car and starts to beat on the hood, while screaming at it. Justin walks over to his Escalade and opens up the rear hatch. He reaches in and after a few seconds of digging, he pulls out an aluminum baseball bat. He walks over to Sidney and stops her from going Donkey Kong on the hood.
Justin: Here, use this. It won't hurt you and it will cause a ton of damage. Plus it's fun.
Sidney takes the bat and goes to town on the Corvette. She smashes the hood in, breaks the headlights, the tail lights and smashes the passenger window. She comes back to Justin all out of breath and exhausted.
Sidney: You were right. That was fun. But what am I going to do now? He's going to call the police and say I did this to his car.... and oh my god! What was I thinking? How am I going to finish school now? I can't afford to pay my tuition. I'm screwed!
Justin: Look baby, he won't be calling the cops and don't worry about your tuition. How much do you need?
Sidney: A lot... Just to finish school and pay off what I owe will cost close to $150,000. I don't have that kind of money.. I come from Dorchester...
Justin: Awe shit, that ain't nothing. I use that for toilet paper. Look baby, you're with a real man now and I'll show you how you are supposed to live life.
Sidney: Wha.. What? You would lend me that kind of money? I swear I'd pay it back over time. I promise!
Justin: Don't sweat it baby. I wouldn't lend you the money. I'm giving you that money so you can finish school without having to worry about paying back some huge debt. Don't get the wrong idea, you don't need to end the night in my bed just to get the money. I may be a bad guy, but I have a soft heart for women. All you have to do is let me show you how to have fun for the rest of the night.
Sidney:(Runs over and hugs Justin) Oh Thank You!! Of course I will spend some time with you. I don't believe you are a bad guy. You weren't really in jail were you?
Justin: Ya, I was in prison for a long time. I tried to kill my old boss by throwing him off a bridge. It's too bad that a boat was driving by and was able to save the bastard from drowning. He recovered and told the cops what I did.
Sidney: What do you do for work? Please don't tell me that you work for the mafia? Or are a drug dealer? Oh my god! You were able that move inside because you are an assassin! Please don't hurt me! I promise not to say anything to anyone. You don't need to pay me to be quiet, because I will. I don't want to wake up with a horse's head in my bed. Please!
Justin: Ha! Ha! Ha! Chick, you watch way too many movies. I ain't no dealer or an assassin. And I definitely don't work for the mafia. I'm a professional wrestler with the WCF. I used to be very big, but that was a long time ago. I just recently signed with the WCF.
Sidney: Wait! So you get paid to roll around with sweaty guys in speedos? I thought wrestling was fake?
Justin: Trust me there's no rolling around with guys. There's only me kicking my opponents ass. Wrestling is real, trust me. I've got plenty of scars to prove how real it is. Come on, before we go out I can bring you to my place and show you some footage.
They climb in Justin's SUV and drive out of the parking lot. As Justin is driving he starts browsing through stations on his XM satellite. A song from "Insane Clown Posse" comes on.
Justin: What the hell is this shit? Who the fuck let some ghetto clowns get famous? They sound like complete shit. This ain't rap, this is just a bunch of faggots making love to each other and singing while they do it. Eminem said it all when he dissed them.
Justin changes the channel until he finally finds one that he likes. He and Sidney make small talk as he is driving. It's mostly about where she grew up, how she met Lance and what her plans for the future were. Every time she asked about his past, she changed the subject. Justin's phone started to ring. The display on his dash read "Kyle Douchbag Agent" She laughed at the caller i.d.
Justin: Sorry, I gotta answer this. (He presses answer on the screen) Kyle! You had better have something good to tell me cuz you really have the worst timing. I'm with this incredibly sexy woman right now, so hurry up.
Kyle: My star athlete! How are you baby?! So I just got off the phone with the Seth and he told me that you have a match setup for Slam. And I made sure that it would be a better match than last week.
Justin: It had better be better than last week. I barely broke a sweat beating those three losers last week. I told you in the beginning that if you were gonna be my agent, that I wanted quality matches. I don't want to face some jobber who leaves the company right after his loss.
Kyle: Baby, Baby, Baby! Trust me. I got you. Last weeks match was to just introduce you to the WCF fans and roster.
Justin: I don't give a fuck about the fans. They are just over weight fat asses who desperately want to be me cuz they have will never amount to anything and their wives only come cuz they want to fuck me in hopes of getting a fat payday. I'd never touch one of those disgusting pigs. As for the roster, who the hell cares about them? They are just in my way of WCF total domination. So who's my match against? You got me a title shot already right?
Kyle: Those disgusting pigs and fat asses are the ones that put the big bucks in your pocket. I didn't get you a title shot yet, but I'm working on it. I did get you a match with an up and comer named Isaiah Chavis. It's going to be a Beat the Clock Challenge match.
Justin: Who the fuck is that?
Kyle: He's one of those juggalos that are in the WCF.
Justin: What the fuck is a juggalo? Why do I know that name?
Kyle: A juggalo is a follower of the group "Insane Clown Posse". They are supposed to be pretty decent wrestlers.
Justin: So you got me scheduled to face some make up wearing wannabe Doink the Clown. Are you fucking kidding me? I thought I told you after last week that I wanted you to get me some competition. I didn't sign up to wrestle in some god damn circus. Look after this week things are going to be different. I don't need you to get me any matches any more. I've got something big planned for this week.
Kyle: So you are firing me?
Justin: No! You fucking moron, I'm just telling you that I will deal with Seth personally about my matches from now on. You just worry about making sure I make as much money as possible.
Kyle: Look I'm really sorry. I thought you would be pleased with this matchup. He is pretty talented, I've seen some of his footage. What do you have planned for this week? Want to let me in on it?
Justin: Just watch Slam and you and the whole world will find out. My takeover plan is in full swing. Ok, you've pissed me off enough and I'm trying to enjoy a date here. Kyle, do me a favor.
Kyle: Anything you need done you name it. I'm your number one agent.
Justin: Fuck Off!
Justin hangs up the call and pulls out his cellphone. He hands it to Sidney.
Justin: Can you go on Youtube and look up search highlights of Isaiah Chavis for me? I can't believe that son of a bitch booked me a match with a clown. I hate those fucking morons. After my match I'm going to send Eminem a video of me beating down one of those faggalos that he hates so much. I'm going to defeat him so quickly that he will never know what hit him. After I'm done with him he can write a rap about how it felt to be hit with the Cash Drop. In fact I plan on setting a new record for fastest victory in a WCF Beat the Clock Challenge. There's no way I will let some make up wearing sissy beat me. How would you like a front row seat to watching my dominance? Plus, you will be able to witness history in the making. Well baby it looks like we're gonna have a change in plans. We're flying to Virginia in my private jet. I'll still show you a better night than that loser you were with before. I actually need my phone real quick.
He takes his phone and dials in a number. A voice answers but the camera's volume can't pick up who it is.
Justin: Yo, it's JC. I just got the call saying a got a match at Slam. I'm headed to the airport now.
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Justin: Ya, we are still on for that. Slam's going to be a fun night. No one will see it coming I promise you that. Ok, I'm almost to the airport and I gotta do some research on this clown. Talk to you later.
He hangs up his phone, hands it to Sidney and turns towards the off ramp marked "Logan Airport".
Justin:(Looks at the camera) Isaiah Chavis, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO CASH IN!!
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