Tuesday 5:30 a.m. - California: The sun glistens on the over the shops and mansions of Beverly Hills, California. Within the lovely town the camera scopes around and shows several men jogging through the towns in ADIDAS track suits, barking and yelling orders at the millionaire housewives of Beverly Hills. 25 miles away from this societal eutopia the XwF Cameras are brought to an area the sirens yell like the mother screaming over her lost child. Most are being ordered in their respective houses. We pan to a run down house on one of Compton’s main street. A doorbell on the house lends a booming sound so great that it is heard over all of the sirens and screaming. Immediately from the door arises a man with a sleepy look in his eye.


Man: Eyy what’s crackkin cuz? The fuck ya’ll want?



Are you Khalif?


Man: Yea cuz, what’s crackkin?



Well you have your first match against Red Dragon in your first fight and we wanted see if you might have some time to shoot a quick promo for the fight.


Khalif still practically trying to awaken from his morning slumber, rubs strokes his goatee, and still looking bewildered at the thought of someone coming to his house, at 5:30 in the morning.


Ya’ll know had I been any other type of n*gga, ya’ll might not be ‘round to ask these dumbass questions that you are posing right now. But you know what, I will chop it up with ya’ll for a little bit.


Khalif waves the men to come into the old dilapidated house. As they enter they see wallpaper falling off of the rustic house, bullet holes and shards of glass layered on the floor like the shit stains of a dog. They then paned around the house which had tons of pictures that have cluster the walls of a woman and her two boys smiling. Pictures of the woman alone by herself in a nice garment. Khalif is caught glaring at the pictures on the wall with a look of heartbreak

That lady right there is my rock the reason why I am not dead myself. Had it not been for her not keeping me, out there with them white kids and essies, I would have ended up just like Kyrie, my brother. Shits crazy cuz, ya feel me?



Wow this is this why you decided to be a wrestler for her.

Hell no, I knew this is the easiest way to get that cheddar, you know. I realized real quick that you got to do whatever it takes to survive. Something most of these privileged shits don't know anything about. They got all of these "psychological issues" man I'm from Compton, the only "issues" we have is trying to stay alive and get this cheddar. Those fucks don't know a damn thing about a struggle.


The cameras quickly pan to the face of Khalif who clearly aggitated from the previous question, has transformed from the sleepy eyed man who opened the door, to an aggravated, aggressive man.

Man I don’t give a fuck about any of these fucks that are in this Company ya’ feel me? So this dude that I am facing, Red Ninja is it. What do I have to say about this punk ass bitch?


Khalif quickly takes several seconds to collect his thoughts on what he going to say about his first opponent.


Look man I already got my first taste at fighting in this federation and came a half of second away from sealing a championship in this federation, from someone who has more talent on his on his head then you this dude Red Ninja would have in his entire life. Ey Red Ninja, cuz not only would your punk ass not make it a day in hood, because you are a trash wrestler, but to make matters worse this is C Block, you bring that Red shit out here, you would end up got cuz and that’s real. Luckily for you, I will just give you a Beat In come Monday, and when you come back to, I will make sure that you and the Yellow Ninja and the other two power ranger type n*ggas that you are kickin it with are able to get there asses kicked as well.


The XwF crew looks bewildered with Khalif as he continues to spew angrily about his first opponent.

Does this dude Red Ninja really think that he might have a simple chance at me? This fuck will probably be out of wrestling shortly and will only be known as a footnote in the long lasting career that is Khalif Compton n*gga! Look XwF tell all of your wrestlers that I am coming for blood and it starts real early on Monday the 7th. Ey I got a busy ass day ahead of me, and ya’ll need to get the Fuck out. This ain’t MTV cribs


Khalif slams the door on the unsuspecting XWF employees forcing them back in the the rough Compton Morning air.



….Until Next Time SOBS