OOC: Scene sets in on Joey Hawkins drinking a Coors Light while watching a replay of him brogue kicking Bobby Zi repeatedly, and a cameraman records him

Yeah, those were the days.

-Doorbell rings-

Who the fuck could that be?

-Hawkins goes over to his front door and opens it. Standing on the front porch is Hawkins' old friend, Daquan Nelville-

Joey, my nigga, what's up?

What the fuck do you want?

I just wanted to check up on my old nigga, what's going on cuh?

I am not your nigga and goodbye.

-Hawkins halfway closes the door-

Wait, wait,Joey, hear me out, nigga.

Yes?

What happened to us man?

We were never friends, you just happened to be my tag team partner in the Vegas League.

We won alot of titles nigga.

Yeah, and those days are behind me now. Goodbye!

Joey, just listen to me nigga.

I'm listening.

Since you left. the LVWL has changed.

And why am I supposed to give a shit?

Because your alumni nigga! Don't you see? Ever since you departed into your major wrestling promotion, the LVWL has gone downhill.

I don't give a shit about that shithole. The GM is a such an ass.

That could change if you come back nigga.

I ain't going back and that's the end of it.

-Hawkins closes the door-

I ain't leaving nigga! I'ma stay on yo' front porch until you change yo' goddamn mind!

-Hawkins looks out the front window-

Leave before I call the cops on your black ass!

You can't call the cops on me nigga!

Watch me you piece of black shit!

-Daquan picks up a stone and throws it at Hawkins' window. It shatters and Hawkins is caught in the debris-

-in pain- Arghhhh! What the fuck is your fucking problem!

-Hawkins collapses to the ground with agonizing pain-

-Neighbors start to crowd around from the shattering noise. Daquan sprints down the road-

-screaming-I'll get you Daquan! I'ma make you wish you were never alive, you African American prick!

-Blood is all over Hawkins and his hardwood floor-

Somebody call 911! I'm bleeding out!

-An elderly woman starts to dial 911-

-Hawkins fades out of consciousness-

-Camera fades to black-

-3 hours later, Hawkins is back awake in a hospital bed-

-holding his head- Where the fuck am I? My head fucking hurts like hell!

-Daquan is seen in the doorway of Hawkins' room-

How do you feel nigga?

You!! -Hawkins gets up- I'll end you, you motherfucker!

Take it easy now. You're in the hospital.

Yeah, no shit genius!

Anyway, now do you wanna go to the LVWL?

Well, considering the fact that you almost killed me by breaking my window, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?

Nope.

-Hawkins gets out of his bed, and he and Daquan start walking towards the hospital parking lot. Once there, they get in Daquan's 1999 Chevy Monte Carlo and start driving towards Vegas, which is an hour away from where they currently are-

This car is a piece of shit, Daquan.

Hey nigga! This car has gotten me to more drug deals than you can ever imagine. It has also survived many bullets.

You're still in the drug business?

Wrestling doesn't cover all my bills, does it nigga?

I guess not.

-An hour later, they arrive at the Jimmy John's Arena, just outside the Las Vegas strip area.-

The memories are flooding back to me.

Good or bad?

You could say it's a mix.

I got you nigga.

-They head inside the arena which has a height of about 80 feet and isn't very crowded at the moment-

Wow, it's nicer than when I was here.

After you left nigga, they renovated the arena. Now it's cooler, bigger, and better.

I'll say. -Hawkins points to a set of double doors- Is that how you get to the main event?

You bet it is.

Well, what the fuck are we standing around here for?

I was just following you nigga. -Daquan opens the double doors, which leads to a huge room with about 50,000 seats in it. A wrestling ring is centered in the middle-

There it is. Where my passion became a real life dream. -Hawkins notices two guys in the middle of the ring wrestling- Is there a show going on?

Naw, they're just practicing nigga.

Who are those two?

From up here, it looks like Xtreme and Danny Solomon.

Never heard of those two.

They're rookies nigga. They made their debuts after your departure.

Are they any good?

This is wrestling nigga. Does anybody really have any talent?

What the fuck are you talking about? Of course people have talent in the wrestling business.

-Daquan rolls his eyes- Nevermind

-They make their way down to the ring to get a closer look at the two wrestlers- -Solomon hits Xtreme with a power bomb and then goes for a submission maneuver-

That power bomb was weak as hell.

What do you expect nigga? They're rookies, they're testing the boundaries. Were you a pro when you just started?

-Hawkins starts to stutter-

Exactly, so shut the fuck up.

Why exactly did you want me to come here again?

The LVWL is falling apart nigga. Less and less people come to our shows each night.

Well, what is the GM doing about it?

Nothing! He just sits on his ass all day and strokes himself.

Then why don't you just leave?

I can't, Joey! Wrestling is all I have. If I leave, I have nothing else to fall back on. I've spend the past 4 years on my wrestling career. I can't really do anything else.

Why do you need my help then?

Because you're the one who brought the fans back each time. You're the main event. You're the superstar! When you left, this whole place started to crumble nigga!

I can't leave the XWF though, Daquan. I can't go back to indie circuit. It's just not going to work out. I'm sorry

-Hawkins starts to walk back up the stairs-

No Joey! Don't leave nigga! Please come back! The LVWL needs you! I need you! -Daquan starts to weep- Please!

-Hawkins leaves the main event room with tears in his eyes-

-Daquan falls to his knees- No! NOOOOOOOOOOO! -Daquan bursts into tears-

-Camera fades to black-