Welcome to the Cannabis Cup. A cup where one infamous wrestler wants the best of the best to participate in a cup. I gotta admit, I was a bit hesitant in joining this because I don’t fair well in these types of stuff. Yeah, I know, cake asses are going to talk their shit and laugh. Though when they are confronted about it, they freeze like ice cream cake that was left out too long overnight and that couldn’t refreeze.

As Grandma Helms would say, it’s like frozen milk that you must throw out because it’s not good anymore.

Though I am not here to waste my time talking about that. I must pay back my friend that I helped a couple of weeks ago in a war that some raggla ass preachers started and cannot finish. (That’s for another day to talk about that fucker) and win this tournament. I used to smoke, but I plan on smoking everyone in this place to get win this and not have mother fuckers label me as a “Bridesmaid who cannot finish the dance.” You know who the hell you are?

And it starts round one.

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Date: June 1st, 2022
Scene: Grandma Helms place.

There always seems to be a saying regarding how certain things like tournaments go. You are in it to win it. That’s what my grandmother thinks of them. Knowing that she doesn’t like me in this stuff because of not making it far, she must be assured that I will be fine. I know, that’s how grandmothers are, and my grandmother raised me after my mother left. Trust and believe that.

In the kitchen

Grandma Helms: Brittani, what in god’s hell did you get yourself into now?

Brittani looks up and sees her grandmother at the table, waving her fan because it was hot as hell in Washington, DC. While the AC was cranking to the best it can, she was still hot.
Brittani Helms: What are you talking about now?

Grandma Helms: This tournament and why is it named after the Devil’s plant?! Didn’t you get in trouble for that a couple of years ago?!

Brittani sighs a bit and looks at her grandmother. She sits down next to her as she is waving her fan right in her face.

Brittani Helms: I am not in charge of this, Chris Page is in charge of this and yes, he wanted to name it the “Cannabis Cup” because of well…reasons, but I am not smoking that. You know that. If that was me a couple of years ago, I would be doing that, but not now. Why? Is there an issue?


Grandma Helms: That child and I are going to be speaking, but Brittani girl, you know I love you and I supported you hustling to become a wrestler and your career. Hell, I even supported you when you were dancing for those nasty men to survive, even though I wanted to beat your ass for doing that nonsense, but you know your track record in these tournaments!

Grandma Helms was correct. Brittani does not have a good track record when it comes to tournaments. Unlucky 16 for splat where her rival, Mary Ellen Harrison, won it all before finally becoming Multi Universal Champion this year and just recently, in the Steinbrenner Cup, she lost, and it knocked her out of the finals. Brittani held her head as she looked at her grandmother.

Brittani Helms: I feel like I owe Chris this. I helped him against Father Cheney against his army of idiots a couple of months ago at Uprising and I feel like there is more to prove than just being a typical loser kicked out of the first round or as people would say regarding my misery, “A Bride’s Maid”.

She eyes her grandmother.

Brittani Helms: However, I know what I am capable of doing and that’s being the best of the best out there regardless of smoking stances or not, you throw me whoever is in my way, I will defeat them. Looking at the field, you have some tough opponents there and it’s the perfect opportunity to have dream matches, especially one in particular.

Grandma Helms: And who would that be?

Brittani looks at her grandmother with a smirk on her face. She glares at her hands folded as she looks back at her.

Brittani Helms: Hayley Halsey.

Grandma Helms: THAT GIRL WHO SAID SHE WAS SELLING DICKETS TO MAKE SURE 5BW SEES HER?!

Brittani sighs and rolls her eyes as she laughs at this.

Grandma Helms: Sweetheart, I am going to be clear with you about this and I hope you don’t take this to heart, but I feel like you have your work cut out for you.

Grandma Helms puts her fan down.

Grandma Helms: A lot of these people are well known and could win it all. Five Boroughs Wrestling is a wonderful place, but I feel like with it not being as big as it should be, this is going to be a bigger fish to fry. I want you to succeed here and shock the world. I am not saying this because I love you and want you to win, I feel like this is going to be your toughest to date. Even if you lose, screw what other people say about this. I don’t see them in this at all.

Brittani stands up and looks at her grandmother while pushing in her chair.

Brittani Helms: I understand what you are saying grandma. I really want to win this tournament…..

Brittani takes a deep breath.

Brittani Helms: And shut those mother fuckers the fuck up with their brides maid bullshit. I don’t see their asses in this and winning it all. Even if they did, they would still cry foul. I have my work cut out and I am not only doing this for 5BW, but I am also doing it for my career!

Brittani walks out of the kitchen and heads out somewhere. As we see the scene end, Grandma Helms picks up her fan and waves it. As much as she wants Brittani to win it all, she doesn’t want to see her hurt at all. In the meantime, we see Brittani walking down the street and looking around at the surroundings around her. Did the message her grandmother say get the best of her?

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June 15th, 2022
Las Vegas, Nevada.

Brittani Helms has landed in Las Vegas, Nevada for the 5BW activities that have been going on for the time being. Of course, everything calmed down and now she has the time to talk about what is about to go down in this match. Brittani eyes the camera that’s coming up to her and looks at it.

Brittani Helms: Just like the temperature today, I am coming in hot like a mother fucker in this tournament. For those of you that may or may not know me, my name is Brittani Helms. I am a fighter in Five Boroughs Wrestling. I am a jokester to some of my friends but will kick your ass in a heartbeat. Don’t let shit fool you.

She smirks at this while moving her teal hair back.

Brittani Helms: I know, a lot of you guys are asking yourself “why am I in this tournament when I don’t have the best track record in tournaments, but it's time to write the writings wrong and stop all the bullshit with coming up short. Another reason why I am in this is simple.

She takes a sip of water that she had in her pocket.

Brittani Helms: I am in this because I owe Chris Page one when we teamed up a couple of months ago back at Uprising. We had the same mind and that mind was kicking the shit out of a lame ass preacher. I should also mention that he came to me and asked if I wanted to be a part of the Cannabis Cup in case someone pulled out and you know me….

She smirks again.

Brittani Helms: I had to say yes, even though I was a backup. So Now I am here, Session Two, facing off against some son of a bitch that thinks he’s tough shit and talking all this mess. Yeah, I am talking about you, Justin York.

Her face turns laser focused.

Brittani Helms: You see, I saw your little promo about me and saying that I am going to be offended with things you are going to say and I am going to be real with you for a hot ass minute. Calling me a slut? REALLY!? I would expect something better from you and more intelligent coming from that hot ass stinking breath of yours. You talked and talked without knowing the facts. So, let’s get the facts straight here.

She holds finger number one up.

Brittani Helms: Number One – You called Five Boroughs Wrestling a company that has trash ass talent when let’s be honest here, We have been under looked and underappreciated for a long time. When we started back a couple of years ago, it was Mary Ellen Harrison and I putting on clinics, which caused me to jump from a subway awning roof. I bet your cocky ass wouldn’t do something like that!

She holds up finger number two.

Brittani Helms: Fact two, you bring up my nicknames, one of them being the “snitch shooter”. This nickname ain’t something I am proud of because it brings up my past since it got me trouble with the law. Thought let’s talk about another nickname, “The DC Savage”. I am from Washington, DC. The toughest part of the city by the way and when we see bitch asses like you, we bring out an inner rage which causes us to be savages. I would talk about your nickname being the “Casino Kid” and shit like that, but really York, that ain’t worth my time.

Now let’s talk about fact number three. My finisher, which could kick that little head off in a heartbeat. You think your shit is better? THEN PROVE IT! I have heard worse from Drew Rogers, who happens to be my opponent for Vendetta III, but this is just as asinine as him that I could laugh at the stupidity of this!
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Brittani takes another sip of water.

Brittani Helms: You know, if dudes in my neck of the woods saw you down the street, they would call you something and then jump your ass because I am going to tell it like it is right now. You said I was not going to like what came out of your mouth, which didn’t offend me because I thought calling me a “slut” was uncreative. I am going to hit you ten times honor with some honest, but truth and I bet you are probably going to be one of those bitches that cry on social media because Brittani Helms hurt some bitch ass by name of Justin York’s feelings and I have everyone that’s aligned with you coming after me because I told the truth.

Here we go mother fucker because it’s about to get real in the field. Justin York, you ain’t shit. You think I am going to be embarrassed by a clown like you then you are sadly mistaken. You ran your mouth and talked your shit that tried to intimidate me. Justin, if you were someone walking in the street and jack jacking at someone, you know goddamn well what would’ve happened. Your ass would be knocked the fuck out and laid out with your skull bleeding. How do I know this? I cracked a bitch’s face in after she was talking her stupid shit and laid her the fuck out. And guess who got in trouble? I did because I was the one who assaulted her. Now I know to take my shit out in the ring, and guess who happens to be that victim? Ya know, the victim that’s running their funky mouth with this shit?

She looks up and down and back to the camera.

Brittani Helms: Oh! I know! It’s you! It’s you, Justin York and honest to god, I don’t know how your wife handles someone like you, but hey, I guess she likes dealing with bitch ass fuck boys like you!

She shakes her head and laughs at the comment she made.

Brittani Helms: And I guess people that align with you are about to come in my mentions attacking me about you!

Brittani rolls her eyes.

Brittani Helms: Bottom line is this, Justin York. I have come too far to get where I am at to be shut down by a bitch ass loser like you. I have busted my ass to get where I am, and I don’t plan on stopping. And when this match is all set and done, it will be you looking up at me and rethinking everything you said that was one. Not only am I doing this for myself, I am doing this for Five Boroughs Wrestling and putting the name that we have the talent and we refuse to be slept on! Hell, maybe in Season Four, you will come along and see how real we are!

She walks away, but before she ends the promo, she looks at the camera.

Brittani Helms: Oh and one more thing, address me as “Brittani Helms, The Casino Killer” because that’s what I plan on doing….

Brittani drinks the final drip of the water and walks away. Justin York opened his mouth with more than he can chew, and Brittani was not going to allow that to happen.

End RP