11-07-2023, 06:00 PM
[We see the THUGS and E-Dogg in the backstage of a small venue where they were booked to tour with a local rapper named Kitsch, for his Kitsch and the pals show. It was close to midnight and they had been waiting in the small locker room since 9pm, then E-Dogg headed out the room to meet with the manager of Kitsch.]
E-Dogg: Hey man, we've been in the back since like 8pm, why haven’t they got on the stage yet?
Manager: Well, Kitsch told me that they shouldn’t be on the stage with him.
E-Dogg: But we paid y’all like 3 grand to work with y’all here tonight! What are we gonna do now?
Manager: Well, I don’t know y’all can talk to him yourselves honestly. I just get paid to book him in these venues, I have no say on who comes on the stage with him.
[Then the manager heads back to the stage, while E-Dogg comes back into the small locker room where they were anxious to hearing the news.]
JB: What's on the plan? We comin on stage or what?
E-Dogg: Nahh, that anit gonna happen. Kitsch team told me that he didn’t want us on stage with him.
T: You serious? Man, fuck this i had to cancel my foot dommy plans this evening for this show.
Reg: Foot dommy plans?
T: Don’t ask…
[Reggie then looked elsewhere as T was on his phone, then suddenly, Kitsch and his “entourage” came into the room and they looked at the trio with utter disgust.]
Kitsch: Who the hell are you three in my room? Security get these bums outta here!
Reg: Bums?... man fuck you cabron doche nas mades tu cabanda basura!
[Then one of the entourage dudes throws his cup of lean at Reggie’s direction, and an all out brawl takes place. It took about ten minutes for the venue guards to come in and break up the fight, then they were escorted out the building as Kitsch looked on with laughter as they were forced out at the back door.]
E-Dogg: Reggie why did you do all that shit in there? This was a shot for y’all to become stars!
Reg: Stars?.... We have never exactly been stars in anything we do. We are just plain dudes who get by, and this is the reason why we try to not do these type of things.
E-Dogg: Well I know that isn’t the case, JB tell me that that isn’t the case?
[JB doesn’t even bother to answer that question as he looked elsewhere. E-Dogg got upset and basically left the trio for the night.]
E-Dogg: Look, i’m tired… so i’ll see y’alls when I see y’alls!
[E-Dogg took the car they road to the venue back to his hotel, while the trio decided to stay at the venue to see what they can get into. They spotted Kitsch car in an alleyway, where it wasn’t guarded, so they found some baseball balls nearby and they decide to smash it up. About two hours passed, and Kitsch see’s his Hellcat all busted up as the trio decide to walk with a laugh on their faces away from the scene.]
Reg: He had it coming honestly.
T: He did. Oh he did.
JB: This is what happens when you fuck with us and hour time. Poor Hellcat that costed more than his shoes is now just a scrap heap away in a junkyard.
T: Maybe he could fix it.
Reg: You think so? We did beat up the car with those bats honestly.
JB: Who really gives a fuck? Lets go do something else in this town tonight.
[As the night grew past 1am, the trio manage to stumble at a local 7/11 spot where they decided to get some slurpees and some smacks for the night as they booked a uber to head to their Air BnB, Reggie checked on his phone it said it will take about 40 minutes to pick them up so they just chilled in the store, even with T helping the staff faces some items. Then randomly Kitsch and his entourage happened to show up at the same 7/11 and see the trio, then two of the entourage pulls out a gun which caused the tension to be heated.]
Kitsch: Y’all punks thought it was funny for fuckin up my whip? Y’all bustas gonna die tonight, get them fools!
[Then the two gunmen realized that they had no bullets in the guns, so that caused the store clerks in the 7/11 to press an alarm for the police to come to the spot. The trio then managed to slip away to the back entrance and caught their ride before the police arrived with the stuff they bought earlier, it was almost three in the morning when they got back in their crib.]
[As the next morning occurs, all three men are in their pjs eating something they bought from some restaurant for breakfast, since neither wanted to cook anything. As the trio were eating their hearty texas size breakfast, they heard a knock on their door. Tommy checks to see who’s out there, and it was E-Dogg with some chick who he got off the street the night before. As he opens the door, the prostitute in her dress and heels ditzy walts past him to see some food on the table. As she was eating their partially eaten food, T noticed something odd about her. As soon as he looked at a necklace, he was pissed and took Reggie and JB to another room away from E-Dogg to talk privately.]
T: Hey, I think he’s messin with Jonee…
JB: Really? I don’t think she looks like her.
T: I remember a necklace I bought her about nine years ago in Brooklyn, I can’t think she would still wear it.
Reggie: I think you're misreading the room. I think you need to calm down, and process this very carefully. I don't know about this Jonee chick but…
JB: It’s a long and complicated story…
[Reggie then backed out from what he wanted to say, then T peered out from the room to see a woman that looked like Jonee calling her “daughter” on the phone, telling her that she will be home “soon” then hanging up to tend to E-Dogg. Then T came back to the room, and realized what was going on.]
T: I think I know what is going on here, E-Dogg found Jonee in the streets of Texas. I had no idea that she is out in the streets like this…
[T then slams his hand on the wall out of anger, until Reggie calms him down. While T was trying to process this revelation, E-Dogg came into the room with Jonee all over him like white on rice. E-Dogg put her to the side, as E-Dogg wanted to discuss some business.]
E-Dogg: A’ight fellas, here’s the deal, you three got to do some interview show to promote Anarchy this week, then you T need to work on some promo time against Bulk Logan. You Reggie, I don’t know what you gotta do but I know it’s important.
[Reggie doesn’t say a word, then T leaves the room in a huff and puff as E-Dogg was trying to tell him something.]
E-Dogg: What’s up with T JB?
JB: Ask your friend over there.
E-Dogg: Oh you mean Sweet Cherry over here? She kept on tellin me that she had a past with someone I know. Isn’t that right?
[She said yes with her head, and she looked to the side with a sense of sadness on her face. Then E-Dogg grabs her by the hand to leave the room, so they can ride in his rented Lambo for the week. As they left off in the lambo, T was kinda done with everything so he ended up just staying in his room with his phone turned off as he laid in bed, thinkin why him over seeing Jonee being a sex worker. It was about 3pm, and JB and Reggie were about to head out to a lounge, but they haven’t heard from T for time now. JB then heads to his room door, and knocks on it. T doesn’t answer it, so JB just let him be for now.]
[It was heading to nightfall, and JB and Reggie still were in a party mood. As they got back in the AirBnB, they see T just sitting in a dark living room, holding a switchblade and toyin with it. It creeped out Reggie so he backed away, as JB turned on a light to confront him about his erratic behavior.]
JB: What been going on with you T? You didn’t open your door, didn’t answer your phone, or didn’t even bother to hang with us. What gives?
[T doesn’t say a word, as he eyes his switch blade. Then he looked at JB, and aimed it at his throat, as if he wanted to send a disturbing message.]
T: You know man… I could kill myself and nobody would care… not you, Reggie or that so-called “manager” of ours with E-Dogg… who’s been messin with Jonee behind my back..
JB: You need to calm down T, it’s not worth killin yourself for man. I think you need some help man, I am worried about your mental state.
T: You can say that, I am mostly just a jaded man who might as well just end it all. I don’t know if I will show up at the show this thursday… I don’t even know if I will show up in that damn TV title match this saturday… i’m fuking scared… i’m sad… i’m.. I’m…………………
[T then tosses the blade down on the floor and started to cry, then Reggie rushes towards the scene in worry, and JB hugs T, then Reggie realized what was happening so he also gave him a hug as well. Time had passed, and we see them a beach somewhere in Texas, where they were walking past the shops, and ocean fronts. Some people noticed the trio, and had to sign and take autographs with the fans. After that subsided, they manage to find a quiet but chill bar near the beach, and each men just drank water as they talked about whatever.]
T: I this idea, there was a jungle gym somewhere and I wanted to see if I hang upside down from it.
Reggie: Oh really? I think I saw that on an album cover back in the day. I think it would be sick for you to try it out!
JB: Do you think you might lose any blood circulation for doing that?
T: If I do, then it can help me curb my unnerving boners that will help me survive against Bulk Logan.
JB: You still hyped on that shit or what? By now, the damn fans knows about your open secret.
T: Hey it’s not like it banned me from anywhere, if it did, why the hell would they put me up against him?
Reggie: They might end up dealin’ with sizzler of the Pillmanizer…. I know that would turn you on.
T: Eh…… we’ll see how it goes… but now, i’m pressed on about Jonee and her being a hooker.
[Reggie and JB put their hands up in frustration for him repeating it over and over again.]
JB: Jonee is a hoe… end of story. I think you need to move on from her.
Reggie: Yeah man, many chicas in the sea who can help your foot dommy thing. You need to let her go, and let her be a hoe… let us three embrace our non cuffing asses!... or not, up to y’all.
[Then the three men laugh, then it shifted to a beach somewhere, where it was just Reggie and JB walking down to somewhere, where? Who knows or even cares!, then the stumble into a jungle gym where they see T hanging upside down, they enter the big jungle gym to talk to him.]
JB: How do you get up there?
T: I don’t know, I guess those Misfits were the cause of this!
Reggie: The old band that wrestled back in the late 90s?[/color]
T: No.....
JB: A bunch of crazy kids did this?
T: Nope, not even close!
JB: Then we don’t know!
T: You see fellas, in less than a few days from now, we gotta take on The Misfits. You know something that has to do with Mastermind, Thor Von Bon, and some dude named Victor Mental.
JB: Ohhhhhh those three dudes under the helm of Antony The Jerkwad? Ah yes it all makes so much sense now. It’s like, they know full well that we will make them famous albeit Mastermind, who’s more known for his T Shirt merch than his in ring skills.
Reggie: I’ve heard about the two dudes, but who the fuck is Victor Mental? Sounds like the name of a shitty wrestler who I worked with in Mexico for a tour, man, he was full of it. Wanted to beat some sense into him, but shit changed so I couldn’t do it. I know it is not the same guy, but I had a brief memory of that name.
T: Well Reggie, what a story because that is more relevant than that victor of Misfits would ever be in this context of our convo. You see fellas, we got ourselves a six person situation, because they know that they don’t want us to have isolated matches with either of them, hell Victor Mental would have a better chance at answering Big PREE’s challenge then dare show up with his crew against us.
JB: Possibly, but not the case at all. We are at war with the misfits. I had, and you had history with Mastermind, and well I can’t wait for us to revisit those old moments. Kicking his ass, and making him fly back to his homeland sounds more fun than tryin to figure out who Kriss Von Dunche is or Victor, but they know they aren’t able to handle what is to come against this in Denten, Texas. Do you know where Denten is?
Reggie: Somewhere nor— nahh, no I don't. Does it need to make sense to what you tryin to say?
JB: Not really.
Reggie: I am going to say this, it doesn't matter if it’s in Denten, or in freakin Ascaplualasa Texas, we are going to seriously make the misfits rename themselves as bitchfits who bitch away at a moment's notice if things don’t go their way.
T: Oh the bitchfits… has a nice ring to it honestly.
JB: Whatever they are called, they might show they rep for that heelish tactical shit, which we need to be on the look out for. Fuck around and turn it into a freak handicap match if one they own outsider member gets involved.
Reggie: That’s nothin’ try to figure out who's going to take one for the team…
T: You got a point there Reg…
Reggie: So my piece is this, we go at it hard and dirty, with a grime of funk that will whisk them away into their happy places, because where they are going to go with us, will not be a pleasant thing to bear for them. They can’t turn back now, they must go on to make some mistakes in their plans of execution on Anarchy, and will come at them like bombs.
JB: Let’s drop enough bombs on them, that they either have to retreat in the back or face their end in such a swift faction, that Mastermind will still be thinking its 2018 again when he was relevant alongside Victor and Kriss when NEVER they ever stepped in an XWF ring. But I will say that they are formidable, but they aren’t untenable to straight up leave them in their own blood. If worst comes to worst, the thugs come first.
Reggie: That’s true!
T: Pretty munch that is the truth as well, we come first or last, we still are blastin in they buttholes as we surf through Anarchy…win or lose… get in, fuck em up big style, get away with murder scott free… now, can you guys get me down, i’m about to pass out…
[From there, we see them tryin to get him down from the jungle gym, which they did and it simply fades off into the sunset of the Texas beach they were in.]
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