Post by conviction on Jan 29, 2010 1:34:11 GMT -5
A feed cuts into a WCF broadcast to a room that looks like it has been trashed. There are beer cans and bottles everywhere. Plastic cups lay on both the tables and the floor. Empty liquor bottles are all over the coffee table in front of the couch, some upright but others knocked over. It seems like there is a slight cloud of smoke hovering in the room. There is ash trays filled to the brim laying everywhere while others are overturned on the floor. The camera turns to a chair where Conviction is sprawled out, slouched in the chair. He lay motionless with his eyes open. The door opens as the camera swings to see who it is. Philly rapper Gillie Da Kid comes into the loft. He kicks his way through the mess that’s on the floor and makes his way to the couch.
Gillie Da Kid: Maaaaaaannnnnnnnnn that was some fucking party last night. Look at this shit. How you gonna get this cleaned up in time to catch the game?
Conviction: What you talkin about? What time is it?
Gillie: its 3:30!
Conviction: Already? Oh my god. What time does the game start?
Gillie: 7:30!! You better get you shit moving. We gotta get there a little early.
Conviction yawns and reaches his arms upward to stretch his upper body. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Droid and dials a number.
Conviction: Ciara… hey its Vic… yeaah how you doing? Good Good. Thanks, I’m sure I’ll win. Yeah can you come clean up for me today? Cool. I’ll leave the money on the table. Okay girl; I’ll talk to you soon. Thanks.
Conviction hangs up the phone, puts it in his pocket and slouches back in the chair.
Gillie: yo, you see the shit going down with your boys for this Sunday?
Conviction: Last I saw Hector had a segment on with him in the gym, same low life people watching him, and the egotistical Don Bradley had a few more asinine comments. That retard slaughter was having a leprechaun meeting at some jawn in Florida. Why what’s up now?
Gillie: Well I heard on the radio on the way over here that Ace Slaughter and his midget buddies went on some sort of demolition spree. They said they were gonna lock his ass up in a mental ward for the night but last they knew he broke away and was being chased down. They say he’s totally lost it.
Conviction still slouched in his chair gives a half hearted smile and shakes his head.
Gillie: Lets go nigga, I’m trying to eat before the game.
Conviction: Alright man let me jump in the shower quick.
Conviction gets up and puts a cd into the stereo. Gillie Da Kid’s new track Slide Off from his soon to be released album begins to play. Gillie laughs as he and Conviction do a hand shake. Conviction then goes off to shower as Gillie sits and watches television.
Conviction gets out of the shower and throws on his throwback Charles Barkley 76ers jersey.
Conviction: where you trying to eat bro?
Gillie: I can go for a cheese steak man. I didn’t get one in awhile.
Conviction: alright man.
The two leave the loft and head downstairs. They get into Gillie’s white on white 550. They two stop at Pat’s for cheese steaks. They walk in. A WCF show is airing on the television screen. They go in and have a seat just a few tables from the TV screen.
Waitress: Heyyyyy guys. Where have ya been? What can I get for you guys?
Gillie: You know… Get us the usual.
The people in the restaurant start to stir. They glance at Conviction to see his reaction.
Conviction: What the hell are all these people looking at?
Conviction looks around and finally notices that the Ace Slaughter segment that Gillie previously talked about is being aired on the WCF show. He sits patiently with a somewhat confused look in his eyes. He watches as the midgets are being taken into the hospital. He continues to watch the entire thing as Ace Slaughter breaks out and speaks to Hank Brown with two of his little minions with him.
Conviction: haha this guy thinks that I think he’s crazy? I don’t think he’s crazy. I think he’s mentally handicapped. I find his little tirades comical. I’ll address his shit later.
Gillie: You hear that dude though? He said you ain’t no threat to him? This dude is dumber than Nacho Libre, Hector Rodriguez.
The waitress brings out their food. They finish eating, pay and head to the Wachovia Center for the Sixers game. They pull into the players only lot head into the players’ entrance. Gillie and Conviction are met by a staff member of the Sixers organization.
Sixers staff member: Conviction, good to see you. The team is already out on the floor getting ready for the game. You know where your seats are. Remember; try to keep it respectable language at half time if you could. We got kids here.
Conviction laughs and heads out with Gillie to the floor. They take their courtside floor seats. They sit and watch as the Sixers continue their regular ways, going down by 15 at halftime. As the teams enter the locker room the public service announcer comes over the loud speaker.
Public Service Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, let’s give it up to Philly’s own, the future WCF United States Champion, CONVICTION!
Conviction stands, the crowd is a mixture of boos and cheers, surprisingly mostly cheers on this night. He gives a slight wave to the crowd as he walks to center court. One of the Sixers dance team members runs out and hands Conviction a mic. She runs off and Conviction starts to speak.
Conviction: How ya’ll doing? I just want to thank the Sixers organization for giving me this time to speak and address my opponents one last time prior to my WCF United States Title match on Sunday, just a few miles from here in Reading, in our home state of PENNSYLVANIA! Alright well let me get right down to it.
First off, To the Hector Rodriguez camp… Don Bradley… you said it was pathetic, my little conference I had.. That was exactly my point. I was showing everyone just how pathetic you looked at the MGM. By the way, my musician homies have made it a lot bigger than you. You, you are just a scrawny little punk that doesn’t have the balls to get in the ring yourself, so you live out your dreams through other moronic people like Hector Rodriguez. You ask me why is Hector Rodriguez a coward? Well only a coward hides behind “an agent.” Only a coward is bossed around like a little kid, unable to make his own decisions.
You spent a good 10 minutes talking about how I’m not smart. Well you aren’t the brightest guy yourself. You associate with a historical loser in Hector Rodriguez. You question my comment on how did I bust Hector open within minutes because it was at the end of the match. As I remember I don’t think the match went over an hour, or a half hour for that matter. Therefore, I busted him open within minutes. You complain about how I power bombed him on concrete. Well get ready because I’m going to do it again. Haha you also said how no one thinks I’m smart enough to win at Ten. Well who is? Hector, the man who has the attention span of a 5 year old and amused himself by spinning around on his chair while you conducted manager interviews? You are like the monkey trainer at the zoo and Hector is the monkey. Well guess what, not you, or the chick you’re parading out there Sunday night are going to be good enough at training your monkey to be the champion.
Your new found gang-banging manager won’t help that is for sure. Like I said before… It’s funny how you brought a girl from a gang, the weakest of the members to be your support system for Hector. You all may not think I’m going to win on Sunday, but whether you think so or not, it is going to happen and there is nothing you can do about it. Bring your new found whore, and your new gang buddies. Have them all ringside because you are going to need all of the help that you can get. You are obviously scared of me, Hector. Don Bradley spends so much time talking about and focusing on me. He keeps saying I’m not threat. Deep down he knows that I am better than you. He knows that your stupid high flying moves are going to get you in trouble sooner or later. I’m the one who is going to get pinned at Ten? Hear me loud and clear you two ass clowns. If I am the one to be pinned or submit, I can promise you that you won’t hear from me for a long time.
Enough about that moron and the fat ass wanna be that works for him. Ace Slaughter, I caught your little show on TV earlier. I also caught your little leprechaun gathering you had. You run around crying about how we think you’re crazy and that we haven’t seen crazy yet. Ace, the only one who thinks your crazy are you and the funny farm that you associate with. We see you and laugh because you aren’t crazy…. You’re pathetic! I’m not a threat? You have to make up fake personalities inside of you to build the courage to fight. You’re like a scary movie that doesn’t scare anyone. You’re like the girl on the exorcism except everyone knows you’re a phony. Inside you may believe that you are a great champion; but after Sunday the only thing you will be referred to as is FORMER United States Champion. How are you going to beat me or Hector when you can’t even beat your own conscience?
And anyway, what was up with your little cult meeting dude? You can’t find any normal or regular size people to follow you? The Slaughter Society is a group of misfits and lowlifes, just like you. I knew something was up with you when you had a little midget running around with your mask on that you called mini Ace. What that told me was you felt inferior here in the WCF. It told me that because you weren’t good enough in the ring to have people look up to you and value you that you had to go out and find a midget, someone who is mentally challenged like yourself, to make yourself feel superior. Come Sunday I’ll put you back into the hospital. This time it won’t be the mental ward, it’ll be ICU. I find it funny that you convinced a whole bunch of midgets to go on a streak of violence if that’s what you want to call it. It’s funny because I’ve been to St. Pete. It’s one of the softest towns I’ve ever seen. There ain’t nobody there worth a damn. Hector can bring MS-13, and you bring the Midget Brigade and I will still walk out of Reading as the new US Champ. At Ten I am going to win the United States title, and you will go back to being an afterthought in everyone’s mind. That's all I gotta say to you clowns. I'll see you in the ring Sunday.
To the fans here at the Wachovia Center, if you don’t already have tickets you better go get them. History will be made and your hometown boy is going to bring the WCF United States Title home to the City of Brotherly Love. (the crowd erupts in cheers). I look forward to seeing you all there.
Conviction hands the mic to a staff worker and takes his seat as the teams come out to warm up for the second half as the scene ends.
Gillie Da Kid: Maaaaaaannnnnnnnnn that was some fucking party last night. Look at this shit. How you gonna get this cleaned up in time to catch the game?
Conviction: What you talkin about? What time is it?
Gillie: its 3:30!
Conviction: Already? Oh my god. What time does the game start?
Gillie: 7:30!! You better get you shit moving. We gotta get there a little early.
Conviction yawns and reaches his arms upward to stretch his upper body. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Droid and dials a number.
Conviction: Ciara… hey its Vic… yeaah how you doing? Good Good. Thanks, I’m sure I’ll win. Yeah can you come clean up for me today? Cool. I’ll leave the money on the table. Okay girl; I’ll talk to you soon. Thanks.
Conviction hangs up the phone, puts it in his pocket and slouches back in the chair.
Gillie: yo, you see the shit going down with your boys for this Sunday?
Conviction: Last I saw Hector had a segment on with him in the gym, same low life people watching him, and the egotistical Don Bradley had a few more asinine comments. That retard slaughter was having a leprechaun meeting at some jawn in Florida. Why what’s up now?
Gillie: Well I heard on the radio on the way over here that Ace Slaughter and his midget buddies went on some sort of demolition spree. They said they were gonna lock his ass up in a mental ward for the night but last they knew he broke away and was being chased down. They say he’s totally lost it.
Conviction still slouched in his chair gives a half hearted smile and shakes his head.
Gillie: Lets go nigga, I’m trying to eat before the game.
Conviction: Alright man let me jump in the shower quick.
Conviction gets up and puts a cd into the stereo. Gillie Da Kid’s new track Slide Off from his soon to be released album begins to play. Gillie laughs as he and Conviction do a hand shake. Conviction then goes off to shower as Gillie sits and watches television.
Conviction gets out of the shower and throws on his throwback Charles Barkley 76ers jersey.
Conviction: where you trying to eat bro?
Gillie: I can go for a cheese steak man. I didn’t get one in awhile.
Conviction: alright man.
The two leave the loft and head downstairs. They get into Gillie’s white on white 550. They two stop at Pat’s for cheese steaks. They walk in. A WCF show is airing on the television screen. They go in and have a seat just a few tables from the TV screen.
Waitress: Heyyyyy guys. Where have ya been? What can I get for you guys?
Gillie: You know… Get us the usual.
The people in the restaurant start to stir. They glance at Conviction to see his reaction.
Conviction: What the hell are all these people looking at?
Conviction looks around and finally notices that the Ace Slaughter segment that Gillie previously talked about is being aired on the WCF show. He sits patiently with a somewhat confused look in his eyes. He watches as the midgets are being taken into the hospital. He continues to watch the entire thing as Ace Slaughter breaks out and speaks to Hank Brown with two of his little minions with him.
Conviction: haha this guy thinks that I think he’s crazy? I don’t think he’s crazy. I think he’s mentally handicapped. I find his little tirades comical. I’ll address his shit later.
Gillie: You hear that dude though? He said you ain’t no threat to him? This dude is dumber than Nacho Libre, Hector Rodriguez.
The waitress brings out their food. They finish eating, pay and head to the Wachovia Center for the Sixers game. They pull into the players only lot head into the players’ entrance. Gillie and Conviction are met by a staff member of the Sixers organization.
Sixers staff member: Conviction, good to see you. The team is already out on the floor getting ready for the game. You know where your seats are. Remember; try to keep it respectable language at half time if you could. We got kids here.
Conviction laughs and heads out with Gillie to the floor. They take their courtside floor seats. They sit and watch as the Sixers continue their regular ways, going down by 15 at halftime. As the teams enter the locker room the public service announcer comes over the loud speaker.
Public Service Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, let’s give it up to Philly’s own, the future WCF United States Champion, CONVICTION!
Conviction stands, the crowd is a mixture of boos and cheers, surprisingly mostly cheers on this night. He gives a slight wave to the crowd as he walks to center court. One of the Sixers dance team members runs out and hands Conviction a mic. She runs off and Conviction starts to speak.
Conviction: How ya’ll doing? I just want to thank the Sixers organization for giving me this time to speak and address my opponents one last time prior to my WCF United States Title match on Sunday, just a few miles from here in Reading, in our home state of PENNSYLVANIA! Alright well let me get right down to it.
First off, To the Hector Rodriguez camp… Don Bradley… you said it was pathetic, my little conference I had.. That was exactly my point. I was showing everyone just how pathetic you looked at the MGM. By the way, my musician homies have made it a lot bigger than you. You, you are just a scrawny little punk that doesn’t have the balls to get in the ring yourself, so you live out your dreams through other moronic people like Hector Rodriguez. You ask me why is Hector Rodriguez a coward? Well only a coward hides behind “an agent.” Only a coward is bossed around like a little kid, unable to make his own decisions.
You spent a good 10 minutes talking about how I’m not smart. Well you aren’t the brightest guy yourself. You associate with a historical loser in Hector Rodriguez. You question my comment on how did I bust Hector open within minutes because it was at the end of the match. As I remember I don’t think the match went over an hour, or a half hour for that matter. Therefore, I busted him open within minutes. You complain about how I power bombed him on concrete. Well get ready because I’m going to do it again. Haha you also said how no one thinks I’m smart enough to win at Ten. Well who is? Hector, the man who has the attention span of a 5 year old and amused himself by spinning around on his chair while you conducted manager interviews? You are like the monkey trainer at the zoo and Hector is the monkey. Well guess what, not you, or the chick you’re parading out there Sunday night are going to be good enough at training your monkey to be the champion.
Your new found gang-banging manager won’t help that is for sure. Like I said before… It’s funny how you brought a girl from a gang, the weakest of the members to be your support system for Hector. You all may not think I’m going to win on Sunday, but whether you think so or not, it is going to happen and there is nothing you can do about it. Bring your new found whore, and your new gang buddies. Have them all ringside because you are going to need all of the help that you can get. You are obviously scared of me, Hector. Don Bradley spends so much time talking about and focusing on me. He keeps saying I’m not threat. Deep down he knows that I am better than you. He knows that your stupid high flying moves are going to get you in trouble sooner or later. I’m the one who is going to get pinned at Ten? Hear me loud and clear you two ass clowns. If I am the one to be pinned or submit, I can promise you that you won’t hear from me for a long time.
Enough about that moron and the fat ass wanna be that works for him. Ace Slaughter, I caught your little show on TV earlier. I also caught your little leprechaun gathering you had. You run around crying about how we think you’re crazy and that we haven’t seen crazy yet. Ace, the only one who thinks your crazy are you and the funny farm that you associate with. We see you and laugh because you aren’t crazy…. You’re pathetic! I’m not a threat? You have to make up fake personalities inside of you to build the courage to fight. You’re like a scary movie that doesn’t scare anyone. You’re like the girl on the exorcism except everyone knows you’re a phony. Inside you may believe that you are a great champion; but after Sunday the only thing you will be referred to as is FORMER United States Champion. How are you going to beat me or Hector when you can’t even beat your own conscience?
And anyway, what was up with your little cult meeting dude? You can’t find any normal or regular size people to follow you? The Slaughter Society is a group of misfits and lowlifes, just like you. I knew something was up with you when you had a little midget running around with your mask on that you called mini Ace. What that told me was you felt inferior here in the WCF. It told me that because you weren’t good enough in the ring to have people look up to you and value you that you had to go out and find a midget, someone who is mentally challenged like yourself, to make yourself feel superior. Come Sunday I’ll put you back into the hospital. This time it won’t be the mental ward, it’ll be ICU. I find it funny that you convinced a whole bunch of midgets to go on a streak of violence if that’s what you want to call it. It’s funny because I’ve been to St. Pete. It’s one of the softest towns I’ve ever seen. There ain’t nobody there worth a damn. Hector can bring MS-13, and you bring the Midget Brigade and I will still walk out of Reading as the new US Champ. At Ten I am going to win the United States title, and you will go back to being an afterthought in everyone’s mind. That's all I gotta say to you clowns. I'll see you in the ring Sunday.
To the fans here at the Wachovia Center, if you don’t already have tickets you better go get them. History will be made and your hometown boy is going to bring the WCF United States Title home to the City of Brotherly Love. (the crowd erupts in cheers). I look forward to seeing you all there.
Conviction hands the mic to a staff worker and takes his seat as the teams come out to warm up for the second half as the scene ends.
