WCF - Track 01: "U Not Like ME" (WAR Rp)
Sept 26, 2018 15:07:10 GMT -5
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Post by Quinton Cross on Sept 26, 2018 15:07:10 GMT -5
OOC: Please note I hope this works, not my best but it is something while I get back into the swing of things, that and getting used to writing Quinton Cross. So yea all in all I hope you enjoy this Rp as much as I did writing it. Also please be advised I hope I don’t offend anyone if I do please PM and let me know, also you’ll notice Cross doesn’t speak perfect English he speaks in Ebonics, so hope that doesn’t affect anything...
Gabe.
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Prologue: God created Happiness or so one would think on May 01, 1990, when that happiness would came from when Harriet Castle and Quintavius Jacques de la Croisette Jr. received the greatest thing anyone could ever receive that being a baby boy, or so you'd think right, wrong.
To Harriet and more so Quintavius Jr. a child to them was a mistake and to be honest they probably were correct, I mean why in God’s green earth would a known drug dealer and pimp want a child, more so one from his prostitutes, though not wanting to give the child up Ms. Castle would come to have that child, that child being a baby boy who’d come to be Quintavius Jacques de la Croisette the III. de la Croisette the III who when born weighed in at 6 pounds.
When Ms. Castle would come to deliver Croisette the III to the world, she’d come to have a change in heart, seeing how Croisette the III would come to be her baby boy,though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Cross’ mother or a father 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.
Though one thing was certain, when god created Croisette the III, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Croisette the III would grow into the very man we’d come to see before us today, and that’s the pompous asshole who’d come to be known to the world professionally as Quinton Cross aka ‘Your Drug of Choice’ the very man who’d not only come to make a name for himself throughout that of the music industry but also throughout that of the world of professional wrestling…
“What Up Gangsta”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin’ Off Records
Camera: Off.
:: The scene opens up in the lobby of the newly renovated Poppin’ Off Records building. The logo of “Poppin’ Off Records” can be seen imprinted on the stone as we enter the lobby of the record label. After a few minutes an elevator opens up and out steps Quinton Cross. Cross can be seen being an medium complexioned African American male who can be seen having black colored hair that can be seen styled in the formation of a low cut fade.
Cross can be seen dressed in a navy blue business suit and tie, a light colored blue dress shirt can be seen underneath, with customized cuff-links reach can be seen having the initials of Cross stitched into them, as Cross enters into the lobby from the elevator he smiles.::
“Hey yo my n****!!!”
:: Can be heard being shouted out from some wheres within the lobby, as the derogatory term is heard, Cross pauses for a second and turns around, the smile on his face turns from something positive to that of a smirk, his whole demeanor can be seen changing as he turns around to see who it is who called out at him like that of a call girl.::
Quinton Cross: “Aww shit… my n**** Reggie Griffins, wha’ you’s doin’ here in New York cuz?”
:: Cross says in shock noticing who the individual is who called at him, seconds before. Grffins can be seen being a dark skinned African American male whose build can be seen looking like that of a tank. The Reggie can be seen being somewhat shorter in stature compared to that of Quinton.::
Reggie Griffins: “Actually here to see you bruh!”
Quinton Cross: “Nah… firreals?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yes bruh firreals!”
Quinton Cross: “Damn bruh, well how can I be of assistance to yea bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: :You’s lookin’ for help cu-?”
:: Cross chuckles a bit before answering.::
Quinton Cross: “Um yea I can always use a hand, you’s know ‘dat bruh.”
Reggie Griffins: “Righ’ we’s always can, you’s not changed one bit Q.”
Quinton Cross: “Oh I have, though I can tell you’s not changed though bruh.”
Reggie Griffins: “Nah, not really.”
Quinton Cross: “I can tell.”
:: Cross says with a laugh, as his personal assistant walks on over to him, as she does she hands Cross a clipboard that can be seen having some paper attached to it.::
Quinton Cross: “....”
Alaysia Pierce: “Oh yes, Mr. Cross your 3 pm appointment is here for you sir!”
Quinton Cross: “Um, ok let ‘em know I’ll be on my way in a few minutes, Reggie bruh I gotta go, but if you’s wan’ we’s can meet up tomorrow sometime or somethin’ if you’s wan’ to discuss somethin’ bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: “‘Dat work cuz, wha’ time you’s thinkin’ tomorrow?”
Quinton Cross: “How abou’ noonish, ‘dat good for you’s bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yea ‘dat works cuz.”
Quinton Cross: “Good cuz, then I’ll see yea tomorrow bruh.”
:: Cross says as he turns away leaving his old friend behind and walks off with his personal assistant Alaysia Pierce. Pierce can be seen having a light caramel complexion with goldish blonde shoulder length hair that can be seen styled in a French braid type of design. Pierce can also be seen wearing a black business dress-skirt with matching high-heels as she and Cross walk aboard the elevator.::
Alaysia Pierce: “Just so you are aware of who you’re meeting Q, it’s your agent Mr. Orenthal Franklin sir!”
Quinton Cross: Wai… wait wha’?”
Alaysia Pierce: “Yea he’s wanting to go over something with you…”
Quinton Cross: “Um, ok… did he say wha’ it was abou’?"
Alaysia Pierce: “Nope, other then he needed to speak to you right away sir!”
Quinton Cross: “Hmm…I wonda’?”
Alaysia Pierce: “Wonder what sir?”
Quinton Cross: “Nothin’ too serious you’s know.”
:: Cross says looking at his personal assistant, wondering what it true is that couldn’t wait until tomorrow that had to acquire his personal agent Orenthal Franklin to call for a meeting with him. As he says that the elevator doors open up and Quinton walks on out from inside it and walks on over to his agent Orenthal Franklin who can be seen wearing a salmon colored Gucci suit and tie with gator skinned shoes.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Long time no see playa.”
Quinton Cross: “Righ’, it’s been a very long time indeed Orenthal.”
Orenthal Franklin: “So the reason I wanted to speak to you today and not over the phone, it’s simple really, hope you wanted to go to Toronto, Ontario, Canada…”
Quinton Cross: “Nah not really cuz, but go on…”
:: Cross says as he and Franklin walk into his office, still talking among themselves as they both take a seat across from one another at Cross’ office desk.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Well you better be Quin, you just got accepted to be apart of the WCF and your debut will be at their September annual event WAR in the WAR event on Sunday, September 30, 2018, and you’ll be going up against 23 other combatants possible more for a chance to headline One for a chance to win their most prestige championship title, the WCF World heavyweight title…”
:: As Franklin says that a cheesy grin forms on Cross’ face as he busts out in laughter, not taking his agent Orenthal serious at all.::
Quinton Cross: “Wai’... wai’... cuz you’s tellin’ me the winna’ gets to main even’ WCF’s mos’ importan’ even’ of the year, One?
:: Cross says trying not to laugh as he speaks.::
Orenthal Franklin: “That's right, you win WAR, Quin, you could headline One with a shot at winning their most prestige championship title, the WCF World Heavyweight championship title.”
:: Not trying to laugh, Cross speaks again.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s jockin’ me cuz.”
Orenthal Franklin: “No I’m not Quin!”
Quinton Cross: “So you’s tellin’ me not only do you’s get a shot at da’ World Title, but you’s also get to be one of the few to say you’s got to main event the mos’ importan’, mos’ prestigious even’ of da’ year One…”
Orenthal Franklin: “Yes!!”
:: Cross after hearing the gibberish from his agent bust out laughing even harder then before, looking at Franklin who can be seen staring at Cross with a serious look on his face.::
Quinton Cross: “Oh, oh you’s not jockin’ me huh cuz?”
Orenthal Franklin: “No Quin I’m not, I need you to be ready for War as you’re going to need to bring your A game, especially considering some of the combatants involved are faaaar more experienced than you are Quin!”
Quinton Cross: “Um yea so, they not like me an’ dat’ I can promise you’s Orenthal, I’ma stree’ n**** cuz from the gutta’s of the damn ghetto dat’ make up the Harlem streets, you’s know wha’ I’m sayin’, they not gonna know wha’ to do or expec’ from ya boy Cross real talk cuz!”
Orenthal Franklin: “I hope so…”
:: As Franklin says that he gets up from where he’s sitting at inside Cross’ office and walks on over to the office door, he turns the handle, though before walking out from inside Cross’ office, he turns back towards Cross and speaks.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Cross I really hope you’re ready for this…”
:: He says as he turns back around and walks on out of Cross’ office.::
“Stoned Junkee”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin Off Records
Camera: Off
[[The following day…]]
:: As our scene opens up we come to see the sun shining down upon the tower of Poppin’ Off Records the East River can be seen in the background just a few blocks away where the old Twin Towers had been in Lower Manhattan, New York City, New York. The outside of Poppin’ Off can be seen looking gritty and unattractive as hell, looking like that of an abandoned building, graffiti on the sides of it from the city gangs, and graffiti artist expressing themselves throughout the city.
However as soon as you step through the double doors of Poppin’ Off Records, it’s a different story. Stone flooring, with the Poppin’ Off Records logo imprinted in the center of the lobby. Various pictures of various artist who’ve come to represent the label over the years, and then there’s a large statue of Quinton Cross himself front and center, yes, Cross has a statue of himself in his lobby.
“Greeting Mr. Griffins!”
:: The receptionist says as Cross’ long time, childhood friend Reginald “Reggie” Griffins stands before her looking at her. The lobby receptionist looking a bit frightened, not expecting Mr. Griffins arrival. Griffins can be seen dressed in plain baby blue dress shirt, with charcoal colored business pants.::
Receptionist: “Ye… yes, good afternoon Mr. Griffins, Cross has been expecting you.”
Reggie Griffins: “He betta’ be you’s know wha’ I’m sayin’ he betta’ not have forgotten…”
Receptionist: “No sir he hasn’t, that I can tell you.”
:: As the receptionist of Cross’ Poppin’ Off Records says that, Cross appears standing behind her.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s are righ' Ms. Taylor.”
Reggie Griffins: “Abou’ time cuz…”
:: Cross chuckles at what Griffins had said.::
Quinton Cross: “Well bruh I’ma workin’ gotta stay on ‘dat hustle you’s know… so wha’ is it ‘dat I can help you’s wit’ today Reggie?”
Reggie Griffins: “You’s know exactly wha’ it is cuz, quit playin’...”
Quinton Cross: “Playin’ cuz?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yea cuz you’s be playin’ too much wit’ a n****.”
:: Before he says a single word Quinton grins.::
Quinton Cross: “Ms. Taylor please excuse my frien’ here, so wha’ is it ‘dat you’s wan’ me to assist you’s wit’ Reggie, a job?”
Reggie Griffins: “Well yea cuz…”
:: As Griffins says that Cross walks out from behind the receptionist desk he had been standing behind at and walks over to where his friend is at, Cross puts his arm around his friend, comforting him as they walk on over to the nearby elevator, Cross leans into his friends ear and whispers something into his ear, as he does Griffins drops to his knees as if what Cross just told him had hit home.::
Quinton Cross: “Wha’ you’s really though’ I’d have some crackhead come work for me, not a sligh’ chance in hell my n**** you’s should have known ‘dat, real talk cuz.”
:: Cross says looking down at his struggling friend.::
Reggie Griffins: “She take my money cuz, she’s a triflin’ pearl indeed,”
Quinton Cross: “An’ ‘dat my fault cuz?”
:: Cross says still looking down at his former friend who can be seen pleading with him to help him.::
Reggie Griffins: “C’mon cuz?”
Quinton Cross: “Get up cuz, you’s embarrassin’ you’s self more…”
Reggie Griffins: “‘Dis is you’s fault cuz?”
Quinton Cross: “Nah it isn’ cuz, you’s took the white pony notchya boy, rememba’ ‘dat cuz. It was all you’s not me!”
Reggie Griffins: “Please Quinton… please…”
Quinton Cross: “Look whatchya did to my damn suit cuz…”
:: Cross says as he brushes his suit jacket off, before continuing on.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s annoyin’ me my n****, the answa’ is still no, now getchya ass outta’ here before I call security on yea…”
:: Cross says as before hitting the button to the 4th floor where his office is located at, as he does the elevator doors slowly begin to close, leaving his one time childhood, now former childhood friend behind. Cross reaches down in his pant pocket and pulls out his Iphone X and hits a single button, before speaking.::
Quinton Cross: “ Yo…
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Yea cuz, ‘dat n**** jus’ showed up wantin’ a damn handout like the otha’ day.
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Firreals, but let me tell yea, n**** be hooked on ‘dat damn white pony like the shit goin’ outta style you's know wha’ I'ma sayin’ cuz?”
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My n**** I got ‘dis by the time the fuz figure or even connec’ the shit back to Poppin’ Off it'll be taken care off you's know me, plus if Reggie was to copout you's think they gonna believe the n**** hell nah bruh, he sprung the fuckout like the damn street rats you's used to fuck wit’ back when we's was kids…
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N**** please I know, you's be worryin’ too much you's know wha’ I'ma sayin’
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Jus’ trust me cuz I got ‘dis.
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Soon my n**** soon, you's and me gonna rollin’ afta’ the Get Blazed tour.
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Well you's know how album sales be bruh…
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Jus’ trust me sales and tours gonna be off the chain, expec’ some maja’ dough to be rollin’...
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Exactly cuz."
:: As Cross says that a knock on his office door can be heard.::
“Um, yea Mr. Cross a detective is here to speak too you…”
:: The voice can be heard belonging to Cross’ personal secretary Ms. Taylor.::
Quinton Cross: “Cuz I'ma have to cut you's short, some detective from New York's finest wants to speak to me, we'll talk more lata’ you's know wha’ I'm sayin’”
:: Cross says ending the conversation, as he does he can be heard answering his personal secretary. As he does the door handle to his office door turns and in walks the New York detective. The detective can be seen being an older caucasian male who can be seen being bald, with a goatee. As the detective enters into Cross’ office, Cross can be seen having taken a seat behind his office desk.::
"Locked Up”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Cross’ Neighborhood
Camera: Off - Flashback
The day was Friday, December 13, 2003, I was 13 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 the small cell ‘dat eventually became my home away from home...
It was barely big enough to accommodate the old, rusty bunk bed an’ the sad excuse for a toilet ‘dat was situated in the far corna’. The walls were chipped an’ cracked in hundreds of places, an’ the ligh’ from the settin’ sun cas’ an eerie glow abou’ the place as I sat alone in myself thinkin’ to myself...
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned. Ova’ an’ ova’ again jus’ to stay on top, jus’ for some chedda to keep me afloat, sista’ Theresa head of the all boys group home I belon’ too surely hadn’ a clue wha’s to do wit’ a troubled soul as she claimed I was or so I recalled her always sayin’ to me…
The more I though’ abou’ the shit I had done the 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 wit’ 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 III sat alone, and he was smiling, smiling as he reminisced about his childhood and what led him to where he was now, behind bars.::
Quintavius de la CroisetteIII: “Damn bruh…”
:: De la Croisette III 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 III 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 III 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. Quintavius smiled; he could tell the younger kid wouldn’t become jail bait without a fight. Just something about the young kid made de la Croisette grin.::
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Dis cat…”
Guard: “What you say?”
:: One of the guards could be heard saying as they stopped outside Quintavius’ 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, Quintavius, enjoy your new roommate, you scumbag...”
:: De la Croisette III 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 Quintavius.::
: “Homie don’cha even think about tryin’ anythin’ with me, G. I’ll fuckin’ rip ya nuts off.”
:: Quintavius laughed.::
: “Whas so funny cuz?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nothin’ bruh, but don’ you’s worry bruh, I don’ plan on makin’ too many friends ‘ere. The names Quintavius, thou’ mos’ jus’ call me Quinton an’ you’s be?”
: “Alexander Harris cuz, but my homies all call me Xander.”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nice, bruh. So whas you’s in here for?”
Xander Harris: “Drugs, fightin’ you’s know the eva’day hussle ya ‘ere me cuz and you’s?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Shit bruh, pushin’ drugs an’ 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…”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Why’s dat my G?”
Xander Harris: “Cuz they’s got a G doin’ like 2 or somethin’ years real talk, you’s?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nah bruh dis’ my las’ nigh’ in dis’ place an’ then ya boy is out…”
:: Quintavius says as he rolls over on his bed as he tries to get comfortable.::
Xander Harris: “Damn cuz, so you’s out huh?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Yessir an’ I honestly couldn’ be happa’ yea know.”
Xander Harris: “I’s bet bruh… shit bruh, not me…”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Bruh if I can give ya some advice only hang with the G’s not no woods, piscis strictly stick wit’ you’s own you’s know wha’s I mean, they’s eatya alive up in here, oh an’ don’ snitch bruh, rememba snitches get stitches. Jus’ as the streets got they own code the pen got it’s own…”
Was wha’s I rememba sayin’ to Xanda’ the nigh’ before my departure from the pen, thou’ the weirdes’ par’ abou’ dat’ was he an’ I would become close friends lata’ on down the road, as he’d come to be known eventually as ‘The New Dynasty’ Xanda’ Bishop…
“U Not Like Me”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin’ Off Records
Camera: On - Shoot Promo
:: We open up inside the recording booth located outside ‘Your Drug of Choice’ Quinton Cross’ personal office at his New York City, New York based label Poppin’ Off 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 the annual Wrestling Championship Federation’s event WAR.
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..."
:: Cross can be heard starting off saying before continuing on.::
Quinton Cross: “Check it, my agen’ got me signed to a place who’s forma’ owna’ is a drunk, a loose cannon probably the same reason he los’ his fortunes you’s know. But as I continue on I wonda’ wha’ up wit’ all dis’ talk abou’ masturbatin’ firreals I’m startin’ to think my agen’ made the mistake of gettin’ me signed here, startin’ to think he signed me to the wrong place, not a wrestlin’ promotion but a porn studio if you’s get my drift eitha’ ‘dat or these cats really aren’ wha’ they’s be claimin’?”
:: Cross looks up grins, before continuing on, as he does one of his friends who can be seen looking in from the otherside of the booth can be seen having turned cherry red in color due to embarrassment.::
Quinton Cross: “Nah Jerry I wasn’ talkin’ abou’ you’s cuz, more so abou’ these so called tough guys an’ pretty boys who’ve got nothin’ betta’ to do then to talk abou’ strokin’ their meat in a damn promo, they’s keep dat’ shit up I’ma quit real talk bruh, ya boy Q don’ wanna hear abou’ some G strokin’ his shit, I’d love to hear abou’ the pussy if you’s know wha’chya boy is talkin’ abou’ but hell I betchya these cats don’ considerin’ masterbatin’ is all they’s be talkin’ abou’...
Hell then we’s got some whore named Mama Moustache for abou’ the mos’ of her damn life sucked off all the homies in the back, you’s know I could have swore I signed a wrestlin’ contrac’ not some porn contrac’ but then again knowin’ my agen’ Orenthial Franklin he probably miss read the damn thing but eh could be worse…
Now, as the week went on more shoots begin to come in an’ you’s know one particular caugh’ my attention, ‘dat shoot bein’ the shoot of Kennedy Mathews, girl you’s did you’s homework or so I though’ you’s had done, until I heard you’s speak, you’s said I was from the streets you’s righ’ as I know how to figh’, then you’s said you’s didn’ know if I was capable of goin’ toe to toe wit’ the likes of people like you’s an’ Stephen Singh ‘dats where you’s messed up girl, if you’s would have done you’s homework you’s would have noticed it says I was trained by one of the greates’ Technical wrestla’s in the world, ‘dat man bein’ ‘The Beast’ Gabriel Cragen a man who’s probably got more talen in one of his left testicles then mos’ or all of the damn rejec’s who will be takin’ part in the annual even’ ‘dat be WAR…
You’s see WAR is the name of the even’ it’s the very thing ya boy Quinton has been preparin’ for, for ‘dat is exactly wha’ it’s goin’ to be, you’s see many from wha’ I’ve come to gather like Ms. Mathews are concerned as to who the hell I am, haven’ heard of me, haven’ faugh’ me etc. I jus’ showed up wantin’ to figh’ you’s see unlike mos’ who are known thoughou’ the WCF I am not, I’ma mystery the one mos’ will come to target an’ take out early on ‘dis figh’ for supremacy an’ a shot at the WCF World Heavyweigh’ Championship title come ONE...
Somethin’ many haven’ a clue abou’... you’s see unlike mos’ I probably lack the experience hell I know a few already have had gold aroun’ they’s wais’ or currently are a champion, so they’s got nothin’ to lose if you’s think abou’ it. They’s not as hungry as ya boy who’s got nothin’, you’s see WAR is exactly ‘dat, it’s a place for those who’ve got nothin’ to show why they’s deserve to be in a contenda’ spot an’ soon I’ll be a contenda’ if I win WAR I’ll get a chance at the WCF World Heavyweigh’ champion, if I don’ win, I’ll be on the rada’ of everyone includin’ the rada’ those who are curren’ champions...
Ultimate Destroya’ don’ know if you’s missed it homie but WAR isn’ goin’ to be havin’ weapons, don’ know who misinformed you’s but yea playa’ you’s got misinformed bruh real talk…. Now… now… I’m sure I won’t get to talk abou’ ev’body like I’d like to but yeah, the one I was mos’ interested in was Alex Richards, the man spoke of truth an’ gave a damn history lesson of WCF’s WAR, gotta say thankya as if saved ya boy Quinton here a ton of time diggin’ through old WCF archives. You’s wanna enta’ at numba’ 2 be my gues’, ya boy thou’ don’ care where he’s enterin’ at, in the end it comes down to you’s an’ not some dumb numba’. Oh an’ Alex you’s betta’ keep workin’ on the magic tricks as we’s be seein’ you’s still my n**** real talk...
:: Cross says as he walks on out of the recording booth, ending his promo for WAR.::
Gabe.
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Prologue: God created Happiness or so one would think on May 01, 1990, when that happiness would came from when Harriet Castle and Quintavius Jacques de la Croisette Jr. received the greatest thing anyone could ever receive that being a baby boy, or so you'd think right, wrong.
To Harriet and more so Quintavius Jr. a child to them was a mistake and to be honest they probably were correct, I mean why in God’s green earth would a known drug dealer and pimp want a child, more so one from his prostitutes, though not wanting to give the child up Ms. Castle would come to have that child, that child being a baby boy who’d come to be Quintavius Jacques de la Croisette the III. de la Croisette the III who when born weighed in at 6 pounds.
When Ms. Castle would come to deliver Croisette the III to the world, she’d come to have a change in heart, seeing how Croisette the III would come to be her baby boy,though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Cross’ mother or a father 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.
Though one thing was certain, when god created Croisette the III, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Croisette the III would grow into the very man we’d come to see before us today, and that’s the pompous asshole who’d come to be known to the world professionally as Quinton Cross aka ‘Your Drug of Choice’ the very man who’d not only come to make a name for himself throughout that of the music industry but also throughout that of the world of professional wrestling…
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“What Up Gangsta”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin’ Off Records
Camera: Off.
:: The scene opens up in the lobby of the newly renovated Poppin’ Off Records building. The logo of “Poppin’ Off Records” can be seen imprinted on the stone as we enter the lobby of the record label. After a few minutes an elevator opens up and out steps Quinton Cross. Cross can be seen being an medium complexioned African American male who can be seen having black colored hair that can be seen styled in the formation of a low cut fade.
Cross can be seen dressed in a navy blue business suit and tie, a light colored blue dress shirt can be seen underneath, with customized cuff-links reach can be seen having the initials of Cross stitched into them, as Cross enters into the lobby from the elevator he smiles.::
“Hey yo my n****!!!”
:: Can be heard being shouted out from some wheres within the lobby, as the derogatory term is heard, Cross pauses for a second and turns around, the smile on his face turns from something positive to that of a smirk, his whole demeanor can be seen changing as he turns around to see who it is who called out at him like that of a call girl.::
Quinton Cross: “Aww shit… my n**** Reggie Griffins, wha’ you’s doin’ here in New York cuz?”
:: Cross says in shock noticing who the individual is who called at him, seconds before. Grffins can be seen being a dark skinned African American male whose build can be seen looking like that of a tank. The Reggie can be seen being somewhat shorter in stature compared to that of Quinton.::
Reggie Griffins: “Actually here to see you bruh!”
Quinton Cross: “Nah… firreals?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yes bruh firreals!”
Quinton Cross: “Damn bruh, well how can I be of assistance to yea bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: :You’s lookin’ for help cu-?”
:: Cross chuckles a bit before answering.::
Quinton Cross: “Um yea I can always use a hand, you’s know ‘dat bruh.”
Reggie Griffins: “Righ’ we’s always can, you’s not changed one bit Q.”
Quinton Cross: “Oh I have, though I can tell you’s not changed though bruh.”
Reggie Griffins: “Nah, not really.”
Quinton Cross: “I can tell.”
:: Cross says with a laugh, as his personal assistant walks on over to him, as she does she hands Cross a clipboard that can be seen having some paper attached to it.::
Quinton Cross: “....”
Alaysia Pierce: “Oh yes, Mr. Cross your 3 pm appointment is here for you sir!”
Quinton Cross: “Um, ok let ‘em know I’ll be on my way in a few minutes, Reggie bruh I gotta go, but if you’s wan’ we’s can meet up tomorrow sometime or somethin’ if you’s wan’ to discuss somethin’ bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: “‘Dat work cuz, wha’ time you’s thinkin’ tomorrow?”
Quinton Cross: “How abou’ noonish, ‘dat good for you’s bruh?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yea ‘dat works cuz.”
Quinton Cross: “Good cuz, then I’ll see yea tomorrow bruh.”
:: Cross says as he turns away leaving his old friend behind and walks off with his personal assistant Alaysia Pierce. Pierce can be seen having a light caramel complexion with goldish blonde shoulder length hair that can be seen styled in a French braid type of design. Pierce can also be seen wearing a black business dress-skirt with matching high-heels as she and Cross walk aboard the elevator.::
Alaysia Pierce: “Just so you are aware of who you’re meeting Q, it’s your agent Mr. Orenthal Franklin sir!”
Quinton Cross: Wai… wait wha’?”
Alaysia Pierce: “Yea he’s wanting to go over something with you…”
Quinton Cross: “Um, ok… did he say wha’ it was abou’?"
Alaysia Pierce: “Nope, other then he needed to speak to you right away sir!”
Quinton Cross: “Hmm…I wonda’?”
Alaysia Pierce: “Wonder what sir?”
Quinton Cross: “Nothin’ too serious you’s know.”
:: Cross says looking at his personal assistant, wondering what it true is that couldn’t wait until tomorrow that had to acquire his personal agent Orenthal Franklin to call for a meeting with him. As he says that the elevator doors open up and Quinton walks on out from inside it and walks on over to his agent Orenthal Franklin who can be seen wearing a salmon colored Gucci suit and tie with gator skinned shoes.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Long time no see playa.”
Quinton Cross: “Righ’, it’s been a very long time indeed Orenthal.”
Orenthal Franklin: “So the reason I wanted to speak to you today and not over the phone, it’s simple really, hope you wanted to go to Toronto, Ontario, Canada…”
Quinton Cross: “Nah not really cuz, but go on…”
:: Cross says as he and Franklin walk into his office, still talking among themselves as they both take a seat across from one another at Cross’ office desk.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Well you better be Quin, you just got accepted to be apart of the WCF and your debut will be at their September annual event WAR in the WAR event on Sunday, September 30, 2018, and you’ll be going up against 23 other combatants possible more for a chance to headline One for a chance to win their most prestige championship title, the WCF World heavyweight title…”
:: As Franklin says that a cheesy grin forms on Cross’ face as he busts out in laughter, not taking his agent Orenthal serious at all.::
Quinton Cross: “Wai’... wai’... cuz you’s tellin’ me the winna’ gets to main even’ WCF’s mos’ importan’ even’ of the year, One?
:: Cross says trying not to laugh as he speaks.::
Orenthal Franklin: “That's right, you win WAR, Quin, you could headline One with a shot at winning their most prestige championship title, the WCF World Heavyweight championship title.”
:: Not trying to laugh, Cross speaks again.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s jockin’ me cuz.”
Orenthal Franklin: “No I’m not Quin!”
Quinton Cross: “So you’s tellin’ me not only do you’s get a shot at da’ World Title, but you’s also get to be one of the few to say you’s got to main event the mos’ importan’, mos’ prestigious even’ of da’ year One…”
Orenthal Franklin: “Yes!!”
:: Cross after hearing the gibberish from his agent bust out laughing even harder then before, looking at Franklin who can be seen staring at Cross with a serious look on his face.::
Quinton Cross: “Oh, oh you’s not jockin’ me huh cuz?”
Orenthal Franklin: “No Quin I’m not, I need you to be ready for War as you’re going to need to bring your A game, especially considering some of the combatants involved are faaaar more experienced than you are Quin!”
Quinton Cross: “Um yea so, they not like me an’ dat’ I can promise you’s Orenthal, I’ma stree’ n**** cuz from the gutta’s of the damn ghetto dat’ make up the Harlem streets, you’s know wha’ I’m sayin’, they not gonna know wha’ to do or expec’ from ya boy Cross real talk cuz!”
Orenthal Franklin: “I hope so…”
:: As Franklin says that he gets up from where he’s sitting at inside Cross’ office and walks on over to the office door, he turns the handle, though before walking out from inside Cross’ office, he turns back towards Cross and speaks.::
Orenthal Franklin: “Cross I really hope you’re ready for this…”
:: He says as he turns back around and walks on out of Cross’ office.::
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“Stoned Junkee”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin Off Records
Camera: Off
[[The following day…]]
:: As our scene opens up we come to see the sun shining down upon the tower of Poppin’ Off Records the East River can be seen in the background just a few blocks away where the old Twin Towers had been in Lower Manhattan, New York City, New York. The outside of Poppin’ Off can be seen looking gritty and unattractive as hell, looking like that of an abandoned building, graffiti on the sides of it from the city gangs, and graffiti artist expressing themselves throughout the city.
However as soon as you step through the double doors of Poppin’ Off Records, it’s a different story. Stone flooring, with the Poppin’ Off Records logo imprinted in the center of the lobby. Various pictures of various artist who’ve come to represent the label over the years, and then there’s a large statue of Quinton Cross himself front and center, yes, Cross has a statue of himself in his lobby.
“Greeting Mr. Griffins!”
:: The receptionist says as Cross’ long time, childhood friend Reginald “Reggie” Griffins stands before her looking at her. The lobby receptionist looking a bit frightened, not expecting Mr. Griffins arrival. Griffins can be seen dressed in plain baby blue dress shirt, with charcoal colored business pants.::
Receptionist: “Ye… yes, good afternoon Mr. Griffins, Cross has been expecting you.”
Reggie Griffins: “He betta’ be you’s know wha’ I’m sayin’ he betta’ not have forgotten…”
Receptionist: “No sir he hasn’t, that I can tell you.”
:: As the receptionist of Cross’ Poppin’ Off Records says that, Cross appears standing behind her.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s are righ' Ms. Taylor.”
Reggie Griffins: “Abou’ time cuz…”
:: Cross chuckles at what Griffins had said.::
Quinton Cross: “Well bruh I’ma workin’ gotta stay on ‘dat hustle you’s know… so wha’ is it ‘dat I can help you’s wit’ today Reggie?”
Reggie Griffins: “You’s know exactly wha’ it is cuz, quit playin’...”
Quinton Cross: “Playin’ cuz?”
Reggie Griffins: “Yea cuz you’s be playin’ too much wit’ a n****.”
:: Before he says a single word Quinton grins.::
Quinton Cross: “Ms. Taylor please excuse my frien’ here, so wha’ is it ‘dat you’s wan’ me to assist you’s wit’ Reggie, a job?”
Reggie Griffins: “Well yea cuz…”
:: As Griffins says that Cross walks out from behind the receptionist desk he had been standing behind at and walks over to where his friend is at, Cross puts his arm around his friend, comforting him as they walk on over to the nearby elevator, Cross leans into his friends ear and whispers something into his ear, as he does Griffins drops to his knees as if what Cross just told him had hit home.::
Quinton Cross: “Wha’ you’s really though’ I’d have some crackhead come work for me, not a sligh’ chance in hell my n**** you’s should have known ‘dat, real talk cuz.”
:: Cross says looking down at his struggling friend.::
Reggie Griffins: “She take my money cuz, she’s a triflin’ pearl indeed,”
Quinton Cross: “An’ ‘dat my fault cuz?”
:: Cross says still looking down at his former friend who can be seen pleading with him to help him.::
Reggie Griffins: “C’mon cuz?”
Quinton Cross: “Get up cuz, you’s embarrassin’ you’s self more…”
Reggie Griffins: “‘Dis is you’s fault cuz?”
Quinton Cross: “Nah it isn’ cuz, you’s took the white pony notchya boy, rememba’ ‘dat cuz. It was all you’s not me!”
Reggie Griffins: “Please Quinton… please…”
Quinton Cross: “Look whatchya did to my damn suit cuz…”
:: Cross says as he brushes his suit jacket off, before continuing on.::
Quinton Cross: “You’s annoyin’ me my n****, the answa’ is still no, now getchya ass outta’ here before I call security on yea…”
:: Cross says as before hitting the button to the 4th floor where his office is located at, as he does the elevator doors slowly begin to close, leaving his one time childhood, now former childhood friend behind. Cross reaches down in his pant pocket and pulls out his Iphone X and hits a single button, before speaking.::
Quinton Cross: “ Yo…
…..
Yea cuz, ‘dat n**** jus’ showed up wantin’ a damn handout like the otha’ day.
…..
Firreals, but let me tell yea, n**** be hooked on ‘dat damn white pony like the shit goin’ outta style you's know wha’ I'ma sayin’ cuz?”
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My n**** I got ‘dis by the time the fuz figure or even connec’ the shit back to Poppin’ Off it'll be taken care off you's know me, plus if Reggie was to copout you's think they gonna believe the n**** hell nah bruh, he sprung the fuckout like the damn street rats you's used to fuck wit’ back when we's was kids…
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N**** please I know, you's be worryin’ too much you's know wha’ I'ma sayin’
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Jus’ trust me cuz I got ‘dis.
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Soon my n**** soon, you's and me gonna rollin’ afta’ the Get Blazed tour.
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Well you's know how album sales be bruh…
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Jus’ trust me sales and tours gonna be off the chain, expec’ some maja’ dough to be rollin’...
…..
Exactly cuz."
:: As Cross says that a knock on his office door can be heard.::
“Um, yea Mr. Cross a detective is here to speak too you…”
:: The voice can be heard belonging to Cross’ personal secretary Ms. Taylor.::
Quinton Cross: “Cuz I'ma have to cut you's short, some detective from New York's finest wants to speak to me, we'll talk more lata’ you's know wha’ I'm sayin’”
:: Cross says ending the conversation, as he does he can be heard answering his personal secretary. As he does the door handle to his office door turns and in walks the New York detective. The detective can be seen being an older caucasian male who can be seen being bald, with a goatee. As the detective enters into Cross’ office, Cross can be seen having taken a seat behind his office desk.::
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"Locked Up”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Cross’ Neighborhood
Camera: Off - Flashback
The day was Friday, December 13, 2003, I was 13 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 the small cell ‘dat eventually became my home away from home...
It was barely big enough to accommodate the old, rusty bunk bed an’ the sad excuse for a toilet ‘dat was situated in the far corna’. The walls were chipped an’ cracked in hundreds of places, an’ the ligh’ from the settin’ sun cas’ an eerie glow abou’ the place as I sat alone in myself thinkin’ to myself...
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned. Ova’ an’ ova’ again jus’ to stay on top, jus’ for some chedda to keep me afloat, sista’ Theresa head of the all boys group home I belon’ too surely hadn’ a clue wha’s to do wit’ a troubled soul as she claimed I was or so I recalled her always sayin’ to me…
The more I though’ abou’ the shit I had done the 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 wit’ 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 III sat alone, and he was smiling, smiling as he reminisced about his childhood and what led him to where he was now, behind bars.::
Quintavius de la CroisetteIII: “Damn bruh…”
:: De la Croisette III 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 III 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 III 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. Quintavius smiled; he could tell the younger kid wouldn’t become jail bait without a fight. Just something about the young kid made de la Croisette grin.::
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Dis cat…”
Guard: “What you say?”
:: One of the guards could be heard saying as they stopped outside Quintavius’ 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, Quintavius, enjoy your new roommate, you scumbag...”
:: De la Croisette III 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 Quintavius.::
: “Homie don’cha even think about tryin’ anythin’ with me, G. I’ll fuckin’ rip ya nuts off.”:: Quintavius laughed.::
: “Whas so funny cuz?”Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nothin’ bruh, but don’ you’s worry bruh, I don’ plan on makin’ too many friends ‘ere. The names Quintavius, thou’ mos’ jus’ call me Quinton an’ you’s be?”
: “Alexander Harris cuz, but my homies all call me Xander.”Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nice, bruh. So whas you’s in here for?”
Xander Harris: “Drugs, fightin’ you’s know the eva’day hussle ya ‘ere me cuz and you’s?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Shit bruh, pushin’ drugs an’ 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…”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Why’s dat my G?”
Xander Harris: “Cuz they’s got a G doin’ like 2 or somethin’ years real talk, you’s?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Nah bruh dis’ my las’ nigh’ in dis’ place an’ then ya boy is out…”
:: Quintavius says as he rolls over on his bed as he tries to get comfortable.::
Xander Harris: “Damn cuz, so you’s out huh?”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Yessir an’ I honestly couldn’ be happa’ yea know.”
Xander Harris: “I’s bet bruh… shit bruh, not me…”
Quintavius de la Croisette III: “Bruh if I can give ya some advice only hang with the G’s not no woods, piscis strictly stick wit’ you’s own you’s know wha’s I mean, they’s eatya alive up in here, oh an’ don’ snitch bruh, rememba snitches get stitches. Jus’ as the streets got they own code the pen got it’s own…”
Was wha’s I rememba sayin’ to Xanda’ the nigh’ before my departure from the pen, thou’ the weirdes’ par’ abou’ dat’ was he an’ I would become close friends lata’ on down the road, as he’d come to be known eventually as ‘The New Dynasty’ Xanda’ Bishop…
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“U Not Like Me”
Location: New York City, New York, U.S.
Poppin’ Off Records
Camera: On - Shoot Promo
:: We open up inside the recording booth located outside ‘Your Drug of Choice’ Quinton Cross’ personal office at his New York City, New York based label Poppin’ Off 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 the annual Wrestling Championship Federation’s event WAR.
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..."
:: Cross can be heard starting off saying before continuing on.::
Quinton Cross: “Check it, my agen’ got me signed to a place who’s forma’ owna’ is a drunk, a loose cannon probably the same reason he los’ his fortunes you’s know. But as I continue on I wonda’ wha’ up wit’ all dis’ talk abou’ masturbatin’ firreals I’m startin’ to think my agen’ made the mistake of gettin’ me signed here, startin’ to think he signed me to the wrong place, not a wrestlin’ promotion but a porn studio if you’s get my drift eitha’ ‘dat or these cats really aren’ wha’ they’s be claimin’?”
:: Cross looks up grins, before continuing on, as he does one of his friends who can be seen looking in from the otherside of the booth can be seen having turned cherry red in color due to embarrassment.::
Quinton Cross: “Nah Jerry I wasn’ talkin’ abou’ you’s cuz, more so abou’ these so called tough guys an’ pretty boys who’ve got nothin’ betta’ to do then to talk abou’ strokin’ their meat in a damn promo, they’s keep dat’ shit up I’ma quit real talk bruh, ya boy Q don’ wanna hear abou’ some G strokin’ his shit, I’d love to hear abou’ the pussy if you’s know wha’chya boy is talkin’ abou’ but hell I betchya these cats don’ considerin’ masterbatin’ is all they’s be talkin’ abou’...
Hell then we’s got some whore named Mama Moustache for abou’ the mos’ of her damn life sucked off all the homies in the back, you’s know I could have swore I signed a wrestlin’ contrac’ not some porn contrac’ but then again knowin’ my agen’ Orenthial Franklin he probably miss read the damn thing but eh could be worse…
Now, as the week went on more shoots begin to come in an’ you’s know one particular caugh’ my attention, ‘dat shoot bein’ the shoot of Kennedy Mathews, girl you’s did you’s homework or so I though’ you’s had done, until I heard you’s speak, you’s said I was from the streets you’s righ’ as I know how to figh’, then you’s said you’s didn’ know if I was capable of goin’ toe to toe wit’ the likes of people like you’s an’ Stephen Singh ‘dats where you’s messed up girl, if you’s would have done you’s homework you’s would have noticed it says I was trained by one of the greates’ Technical wrestla’s in the world, ‘dat man bein’ ‘The Beast’ Gabriel Cragen a man who’s probably got more talen in one of his left testicles then mos’ or all of the damn rejec’s who will be takin’ part in the annual even’ ‘dat be WAR…
You’s see WAR is the name of the even’ it’s the very thing ya boy Quinton has been preparin’ for, for ‘dat is exactly wha’ it’s goin’ to be, you’s see many from wha’ I’ve come to gather like Ms. Mathews are concerned as to who the hell I am, haven’ heard of me, haven’ faugh’ me etc. I jus’ showed up wantin’ to figh’ you’s see unlike mos’ who are known thoughou’ the WCF I am not, I’ma mystery the one mos’ will come to target an’ take out early on ‘dis figh’ for supremacy an’ a shot at the WCF World Heavyweigh’ Championship title come ONE...
Somethin’ many haven’ a clue abou’... you’s see unlike mos’ I probably lack the experience hell I know a few already have had gold aroun’ they’s wais’ or currently are a champion, so they’s got nothin’ to lose if you’s think abou’ it. They’s not as hungry as ya boy who’s got nothin’, you’s see WAR is exactly ‘dat, it’s a place for those who’ve got nothin’ to show why they’s deserve to be in a contenda’ spot an’ soon I’ll be a contenda’ if I win WAR I’ll get a chance at the WCF World Heavyweigh’ champion, if I don’ win, I’ll be on the rada’ of everyone includin’ the rada’ those who are curren’ champions...
Ultimate Destroya’ don’ know if you’s missed it homie but WAR isn’ goin’ to be havin’ weapons, don’ know who misinformed you’s but yea playa’ you’s got misinformed bruh real talk…. Now… now… I’m sure I won’t get to talk abou’ ev’body like I’d like to but yeah, the one I was mos’ interested in was Alex Richards, the man spoke of truth an’ gave a damn history lesson of WCF’s WAR, gotta say thankya as if saved ya boy Quinton here a ton of time diggin’ through old WCF archives. You’s wanna enta’ at numba’ 2 be my gues’, ya boy thou’ don’ care where he’s enterin’ at, in the end it comes down to you’s an’ not some dumb numba’. Oh an’ Alex you’s betta’ keep workin’ on the magic tricks as we’s be seein’ you’s still my n**** real talk...
:: Cross says as he walks on out of the recording booth, ending his promo for WAR.::
