the life of an O.G.

[Ultimate destroyer]

<The O.G is sitting in his office on the second floor of a bank overlooking the center of town bored as he often is and preparing to start wrestling in the WCF He stands looking in a mirror looking over his finely tailored suit that probably cost more than most peoples morgage payments >

He sees a a camera and making a decision he picks it up and strolls out the door getting acknoledgement almost like a midevil lord walking through the village>

Since most people dont know me in my new business venture I thought I'd take a moment to share my story......

See people might be confused since I have money power .... and fame in some circles .... why I'm doing this

<he gets in a rolls royce and says to the driver closing his door 

Just drive to   old town ......

<You see an old rundown looking neighbor hood that has stripped down or burnt out cars   bums stunbling around closed down and busted  store fronts your typical dead slum>

He gets out and looks around breathing in the despair and desperation>.AHH home sweet home dosent look like much but then it never was but heres where my first crew and I fought like animals to control and rise above..... where toughness was forged in bullets blades and blood . But we ruled it all...... And well if you liked  it was good and if you didnt  well it was bodybags in your future

I moved up in this world just like Ill move up in the world of the wcf..... 

<he gets back in the car and goes a few blocks over to what used to be a bingo hall bu isnt nothing but busted out windows half crumbled walls and smells like a urnial  > heres my first match arena 

where ya fought  for drunks who paid in change rolls and didnt give a damn if you lived or died... just as long as people beat the hell out of each other...  good times

but it sparks a fire that business just dosent these days ...... <of course he neglects to disclose what kind of business hes in >

<he taps on the window and says to the driver > home jeeves....

<an hour or so later they pull up to a gated mansion thats all yard  and driveway as far as the eye can see the gate opens and they go up the driveway and theres shots of the usual mansion life style  meaning stables tennis courts pools and such >

He gets out after the car pulls to a stop > See theres a diffrence between other wrestkers and me  I dont have to depend of fighting as a living anymore ..... I dont care who or what gets in my way becuase I'll either rule this fed or destroy it just like that hood you seen  and no flesh shall be spared for those who oppose me

So be prepared for a take over..... hostlie or not its up to you ......

<camera fades as he enters the mansion >