[The scene opens up with a middle aged camera man knocking on Black’s door. The camera man kept knocking, until Black opens the door. In his room, it’s somewhat clean with Malcom X posters on his wall. Black puts on his mask, and his shorts and army jacket on. Before Black leaves his room, he tries to find something, which ticks off the cameraman.]
Camera Dude: Ay bro, I don’t have all day here. You and Tommy need to shoot this promo!
[Black looks at the camera dude, ignores him as he finds some books on the floor.]
Camera Dude: Look, if you don’t want shoot this promo, then you’ll owe me 500 dollars. I came all the way from Florida to this shit hole Baltimore, and you’re wasting my time!
[Black then grabs the camera man by his ponytail, and drags him to the front door. Black then goes to another room adjacent to his, and knocks on it. Black knocks it once more, and Tommy opens the door with no shirt on.]
Black: Hey T, we need to bounce for this promo. What you up to in there?
Tommy: None y’ah… I’ll get ready in like five minutes.
Black: Aight…
[Those five minutes’ turn into fifteen counting, and about two hours later, we see the duo in a warehouse somewhere, posing towards the camera with AR-15s. Then it cuts to them shooting at some glass bottle for a few minutes, and cuts back to them standing in front of the X’ed out XWF flag.]
Tommy: Let me tell you something fans, we are soo excited..
Black: Excited for what?
Tommy: I just can’t--- oh fuck it, we taking on XWF’s favorite father and son duo.. Sick Cuntz!!!... well one of them at least.
Black: How so, T?
[Tommy shrugs his shoulders like he didn’t know, and falls back, as Black pulls out a sheet of paper and dons a pair of cheap glasses. He reads it, and crumbles up the paper and tosses it to the floor.]
Black: Well well, it looks like I have to meet my long time fuckboi Noah, I mean I don’t have any hostility towards you and your father; but at the same time I do worry about your mental state. Oh you, and your daddy lost at some tournament, life’s isn’t fair my brotha. I can’t feel sorry for a boy who feels the need to meme check some outdated joke on us. The world can forget about us, but they can’t never forget on how you guys couldn’t even break it towards the finals!
Tommy: Wait a minute, not only Noah referenced an overrated show in the 2000s to mock us, he claimed that we don’t deserve a career here in the XWF? We are the bottle of the totem pole?...Man Noah is a fucking cry baby who needs a good spankin’ from Fuzzy. Hey Fuzz, you need to keep Noah’s mouth and twitter fingers in check, or he’ll end up in the trenches of Detroit, with holes riddled with Ritalin in him.
[Then the duo then present a slideshow of their loss in the tournament, they laugh for a good minute that was projected on the screen. But before the three count occurred, it cuts off quickly.]
Tommy: Oh man, that was a joyous match. I can’t feel an ounce of sympathy for them, if you are listening to this Noah and Fuzz…well, you two better learn how to take L’s in these streets of pain. We may not be a threat, we may not be worth your time, but we are T.H.U.G.S who don’t give a fuck about harming punk azz bitches like you in the ring. I promise, by the end of the night, you both aren’t going to be walking out of Anarchy.
[Black rubs his wrist, and shows a wicked smile on the camera. Tommy BANGS himself off the scene, as Black say his final piece.]
Black: I promise to harm the Sick Cuntz, I will make sure that these higher ups realize that make the right call not to let you bustas advance in the tag tournament. Sick Cunts are going to be shutting down, and buried among the rest who doubt us. Even if you have the support of the millions who pretend to hate the both of you, they will be beggin us to stop Goonin’ y’all to just blood and guts in the ring. It’s time for the T.H.U.G.S to cause straight up Anarchy.
[The promo feed cuts off to Lane finding the Uni title.]
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