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Topic Started: Jan 21 2011, 07:29 AM (98 Views)
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Washington D.C - 1:17 PM EST
 
DVD laid in bed wondering what he was going to do about Cassandra, SVO, his life, everything. The Rodriguez Brothers he was sure was in the process of destroying themselves. DVD always knew from back in the day that The Rodriguez Brothers wouldn't last in this business, and now The Rodriguez Brothers unwittingly were trying to prove DVD wrong in this last return, but DVD had every thought to crush The Rodriguez' hopes much like he had in the past.

DVD's thoughts moved on to Cassandra, and how the two of them have grown to know something more than just mere friendship. Something more than camraderie, and much more than partnership.

In a flash, in a moments notice, Cassadra and DVD's life had changed.

DVD wasn't sure how to deal with the notion of a real, permanent, girlfriend. He had had many women in his young life, but only for a moment, barely knowing their names, distancing himself at the slightest mentioning of feelings.

Just like any typical man, he only wanted pleasure, no other sort of fullfillment was necessary, or even allowed. DVD wanted what he wanted, and everything else was to be ignored....

Until now. Until Cassandra slowly but surely destroyed his barriers. She caved in his self-imposed restrictions and placed a high standard of living on his life he struggled to meet. In fact, why did he even try?

He didn't know, but it must of been the good in him trying to get out. DVD dozed off for a moment, all of this too much to soak in right now, the thought of the first kiss and her trying to seduce him in  a moment of emotional weakness nearly destroying everything they both had unknowingly built with each other.

BITCH. WAKE YO ASS UP, I GOT A WRESTLING MATCH TO GO TO, AND I GOTTA SPEND 45 MINUTES ON MY PERM.

DVD nearly leapt out of his bed as he realized it was Rufus, standing over him wearing his wrestling gear complete with Louis Vitton wrestling boots. DVD glanced at his cell phone next to the bed and saw how late it was.

DVD: Why the fuck are you playing wake up service with me?

Rufus: Get yo ass up. Chinese Bitch is going to the airport.

DVD: What??? Why?

Rufus: Mothafucka, you might as well ask me why the sky is blue. How the fuck would I know? That bitch don't talk to me! I figured you knew about it until I saw her trying to check out of the room and you still up here.

DVD: Shit.....

DVD threw himself out of the bed, forgetting one little detail...

Rufus: BITCH!!! COVER THAT SHIT UP WITH A TOWEL OR SOMETHING!!! I don't do dicks, I do chicks, feel me!? I ain't trying to SEE THAT!!!

DVD looked down and realized he was only wearing boxers and apparently Rufus had seen a lot more than he wanted.

Rufus: I mean shit, I'm proud of ya, your shit ain't as big as mine, but still pretty big to the average girl who ain't had me come over and BLOW THEIR BRAINS OUT!

DVD's face scrunched up in irritation as he tried to tuck it away so Rufus couldn't see and he rushed into the bathroom as Rufus started laughing his way out of the room.
 
But he was too late, as he thought nothing for appearance, and threw on a grey wifebeater with jeans an black Nike Air Max 95's, he was still too late to stop her.

He had just missed her as he rushed down to the lobby, and he stood there, alongside Rufus and was wondering what was going on.

DVD: What exactly was she doing, Rufus?

DVD said as he wandered the Hotel lobby.

Rufus: Its just like I told ya. She was checking out of the room, and she had a few bags with her.

DVD: How....

He thought about it. She only had a few bags. She never took much with her, besides a few clothes and small stuff when they traveled. If she needed new attire, she would usually tell him and go and use the Business Amex card. So if she had a few bags with her now that meant....

DVD: She's headed for the airport. Get the car Rufus.

Rufus: BITCH! Didn't I not tell yo punk ass I had to spend 45 minutes on my perm?

DVD: That's not important!!!!....FINE! Give me the keys.

Rufus: And what if I want to get some PUSSY while you are out trying to play hero to the Chinese Bitch?

DVD: Rufus....keys.....now. I will NOT repeat myself.

Rufus frowned, but sheepishly handed DVD the keys to the PIMPMOBILE and DVD dashed off the to parking structure where it was kept.
 
D.C AIRPORT - 2:11PM

It was still a shock even now. Something as tragic as losing a father was something DVD couldn't fully comprehend. He still had both his parents, allbeit his father had his own little world he lived in, a world where whatever he did was right and everyone else was wrong in their point of view.

Truth be told DVD saw a bit of Chris Wrestling in his father. The type of man trapped in an alternate reality. The type of man who struggled with remaining relevant in his own mind.

DVD's father constantly tried to remind DVD that he's been successful in life. That his nickle and diming throughout the decades, selling incense and African perfumes, an alleged music store he supposedly owned with a friend back in the 80's when his mother said he owned no such store, his refusal to take on the Longshoreman's job at the Los Angeles Harbor back when DVD was first born, abandoning DVD and his mother without paying the rent and without even putting gas in his mother's Ford Pinto after using it behind her back to move his own stuff out....

Dad was right in all of that somehow. And that's how Chris Wrestling is.
 
This roulette match now was more than getting a shot at The Rodriguez Brothers. It was more than proving The Rodriguez Brothers are quitters. It was about striking back at men in the world who find justification for every selfish act, every self-centered viewpoint, DVD now must gain a measure of revenge against those types. The Rodriguez Brothers were the main players in a selfish game that DVD was intent on winning.

Chris Wrestling wasn't a man worth respect, he's a man worth pity and doubt.

The Rodriguez Brothers aren't even worth considering.

DVD: Karim......

DVD said his father's name with the disdain and anger flowing with the one word like poisionous fumes from a rickety old engine.

DVD was waiting patiently at the airport in D.C, seated at the end of a long row of linkable chairs, his anger building, his fustrating establishing itself the more and more he thought about this match.

Not to mention he had scoured the building, not being able to find Cassandra, he now waited.......for something. For someone. For himself?

He didn't know why she left. He just knew that he missed her already. He just knew that he wanted to be with her. He had to do something, but he didn't know what.

A tear fell from his left eye. He looked down and saw the tear stain his jeans, the faint moisture spot a reminder that he had wrapped up so much of the last several monts into Cassandra and now she was gone, and with her, she had taken some of DVD with her.

The single tear turned into a second, then a third. He held his face in his hands, and silently prayed to the Lord that he provide guidence.

It was then a hand was placed on his shouder, and it was like Jesus himself had came to console him. He looked up, and it was Cassandra, she walked around in front of him, and sat next to him. He quickly whiped the tears away, pretending to feel his beard.

He looked over at her, not knowing how to address the situation. Should he be angry? Should he be upset?

She just looked at him until she leaned over and rested her head on his left shoulder.

Cassandra: Thank you.

He was bewildered to say the least. He looked down at her, and she clutched his powerful arms with a surprising strength of her own.

DVD:......for what?

Cassandra: For coming for me.

DVD was speechless, not having a response. They just sat there like that for a few minutes, the world around them seemed not to exist, it was like they were the center of the universe and nothing else mattered but their own existence.

Cassandra: I'm sorry. I left without saying anything.

DVD: Where are you going?

Cassandra: They are bringing dad's body back to California so we can bury him. My Mother is flying out here for the funeral.

DVD: When? I'll come with you.

Cassandra: You can't. You have a big match on Sunday.

DVD: Fuck SVO. It doesn't mean anything to me if I leave you alone.

Cassandra placed a hand on his face and caressed it softly before smiling.

Cassandra: You don't mean that. SVO needs you. Now you stop saying you will abandon the match. You promise me one thing and do one thing for me right now.

DVD: Anything.

Cassandra: Promise me you won't let the Rodriguez Brothers end the Legacy of DVD.

DVD: What do you mean?

Cassandra: If you lose this match, what do you have left? Its not just about a shot at the Tag Team Titles. Its about defining your career in SVO. Its about making a mark where no one else can. A win for you here would be nearly as huge as if you got a win over Jay Wildman.

DVD: Nothing would be as big as that....stop joking.

Cassandra moved in closer to him, her face far from joking.

Cassandra: I'm not joking. Continue your legacy.....Continue your legend....The Rodriguez Brothers a stepping stone. Not a wall. You beat two giant man at once.....YOU will be the best. If only for a moment. Then you can regain what you lost. For real this time.

DVD nodded slowly, and she smiled.

DVD: I promise. And....what did you want me to do for you?

Cassandra smiled at him, and DVD would've sworn that it was the most beautiful smile in the world.

Cassandra: Kiss me.

The two locked lips and shared a slow, sensual, passionate kiss. After almost of minute, they broke off as announcement for the next flight to LAX was made. Cassandra got up, DVD with her.

Cassandra: I have to go....I'll call you when I'm in L.A.

DVD suddenly reached in his pocket, and pulled out a spare key. He pulled her hand up to his chest and placed the key in it.

Cassandra: What's this?

DVD: The Maxima spare key. Use that to get around. What would you have done, take a taxi in LA?

Cassandra chuckled and nodded, then there was another quick kiss on the lips and Cassandra walked backward, looking at DVD the whole time until she finally made her way to get on the plane.
 
DVD stood there for a minute, then he realized what he was wearing.

DVD: I need to change....

Just then, his cell phone started ringing and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was Rufus.

DVD: What is it?

Rufus: Mothafucka, where the fuck has yo ass been? I've been callin your ass!!!

DVD: Uhhh....at the airport. Like I told you. What happened?

Rufus: Remember I told you I had a wrestling match?

DVD: You meant that?

Rufus: Yes BITCH! Anyway, I thought it was just a small gig thing, kinda like when I beat the shit out of Hulk Hogan, but it turns out that Chester is here and is the one challenging me to a match.

DVD: Okay....you don't want to wrestle him?

Rufus: NO! I gotta find a referee for the match.We are down here off of Main street at a local gym and athletic center. Bring yo ass!

DVD: Dude, I'm at the airport......it would take me 35 minutes minimum to get down there in today's traffic.

Rufus: Just...bring yo ass down here, these two big mothafuckas trying to beat me up! I ain't gonna go down like that!

DVD hung up, and shrugged his shoulders. He decided to head down there.
 
John's Athletic Center - 2:41PM

Back at the athletic center, Rufus approaches the weight room, and is contemplating lifting a few wieghts before the match which will be starting soon. Chester is a huge intimidating man and Rufus is wondering if he does some bicep curls or something will that help. Just then a man with a scruffy beard in a wheelchair wheels his way past Rufus and motions to one of the guys, a boxer perhaps, to hand him one of the dumbbells. The boxer obliges and hands the dumbbell to the man.

The man does a set of ten reps and drops the dumbbell. Rufus walks over and taps the man on the shoulder. The man looks up and finally Rufus recognizes him.

Rufus: I knew it was you!!! Sam! How ya doing man?

Sam: Hey Rufus, you one of the few negroes I like nowadays, besides the ones who I give 5 bucks to clean my wheelchair.

Rufus: Mothafucka, I feel like I ain't seen yo ass since grade school, back when I had lice in my armpits!

Sam is the son of Judith, the crippled former army man who hates the government, hates his father, and apparently is not too high on Black People either.

Sam: Man, I try to keep in shape. Never know when I may find a bitch don't mind the fact I got one arm and no legs.

Rufus: I could get you a bitch like that man....

Sam: Really? The bitch won't mind that she better know how to ride a cock if she wants to get off? I got a little gate on my wheelchair that is designed to keep me from fallin out.....now imagine this....sit the bitch on my lap, put the gate up, that bitch has GOT to bounce up and down or she ain't gonna cum. And fuck if I can do shit else to help her. I mean how many women wanna bounce up and down for 30 minutes straight with a steel plate rubbing against their ass and a dude with one arm playing with their nipples?


Rufus: man....next time you in Las Vegas.....I got you.

Sam: You got me? You serious? She can't be too big now or she won't fit when the gates up!

Rufus: Damn straight! I got a bitch built like Kim Khardashian that will bounce on yo shit.

Sam: That's good to hear. Listen man, I got a question for ya. I'm still trying to get used to jerkin off with my right hand. The bomb blast took my left arm and I'm left handed so its kinda hard. Plus man the Government aint trying to do shit to help me. Keep cuttin my pension and shit. Anyway, everytime I'm playing Tekken 5, I see one of those chicks on there with the big ass boobs and I get a hardon for that shit. Am I wrong for that?

Rufus: Nah man, it reminds me of the time I tried to work out and beat my dick at the same time man, I fucked around and came in my eyes.....

Sam: Damn....

Rufus: Its a Goddamned shame.....

Sam: So why are you here anyway?

Rufus: Awwww That is some shit. This mothafucka stole my CANE, but I got that shit back, cause you know yo boy don't play that shit, I rep the 360 Three-double-dow and the nigga that stole my shit is from the fuckin Abraham-Will-I-Am-Medication-Am-effedrin-Am, and yo boy ain't down for that shit, so I called up my nigga DVD to roll up on that mothafucka and we beat the SHIT outta him!

Sam: I'm sorry, you lost me after '360'. Did you just speak Ebonics?

Rufus: ....Anyway.....I come here thinking I got a gig, but nah, that nigga is back and he took my CANE again and is challenging me for it in a CANE ON A POLE MATCH.

Sam: You gonna get it back?

Rufus: I gotta get that shit back, the PIMP CODE OF ETHICS section 7, paragraph 4 states that a True Pimp has to defend his right to be a pimp when he is challenged by another Pimp who wants his spot. But that Mothafucka betta realize that I am the #1 ranked Pimp, and the official spokesman of the PIMP BOARD OF DIRECTORS, and fuckin Bill Clinton was my mentor. But damn...I still gotta find a ref!

Sam: Well I got a friend here stopping by in town who I can get to do it....

Rufus looks surprised. Suddenly a figure steps up to the two men, and Rufus sees that its Samuel L. Jackson!

Samuel L. Jackson: Well ain't this a mothafucka! Reminds me of the old joke of a Pimp and a Cripple at the bar!

Sam: Samuel, this is Rufus.

Samuel L. Jackson: Yeah I know who the nigga is, and yes, I'll be the guest referee, I need something to do interesting after Afro Samurai, cause I haven't played a loud movie role since Snakes on a Plane!

Sam: ....ALL your movie roles are loud, Samuel.

Samuel L. Jackson: YES! CORRECT-A-MUNDO!!! You get an award for seeing my movies!

Sam: Well, it looks like they are ready for ya....

Sam points to Rufus and Rufus turns around and sees the large man from before...the large man in great coat and hat, the collar turned up and the hat brought down to conceal his face as much as possible. The man motions for Rufus to follow, and Sam and Rufus and Samuel L. Jackson shake hands before Rufus leaves....
 
15 Minutes later....

The Athletic Center was old, and decorated with photos of various boxers and other athletes, even an autographed photo of WWE wrestler Batista was on the walls, as apparently he too had trained here. The wrestling ring was in the center of it all, and there were a few local talents practicing arm drags and what not when the large man in the black coat motions for them to leave. The men leave the ring. There are about 10-12 guys standing around all of them already told that there would be a match between two rivals.

The man in the coat sits in a steel folding chair at ringside and awaits the participants as one of the wrestlers has a boombox.
 
THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS FOR POSSESSION OF THE CANE!!!

Shouts one of the Personal Trainers who had secretly always wanted to be a ring announcer.

'Roc Boyz (And the Winner is...)' By jay-Z hits on the boombox, and out from the shower area walks Chester dressed in black tights with the letters 'CJ' up and down each leg, and a white t-shirt to go with snake skin wrestling boots.

NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, HE IS THE CHALLENGER.....CHESTER!!!!

He makes his way to the ring, dispite boos from the local talent standing around. He slides into the ring, and stares up at the CANE hanging from the pole in the far corner.  Suddenly 'In The Mood' By Talib Kweli hits on the same boombox, and out walks Rufus!!!!!

'YOU LEFT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....'

'LEFT ME IN A-LOVE.....'

'THE MOOOOOOOOD....'

NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING, HE IS THE DEFENDING PIMP.....RUFUS!!!!!

Rufus walks out in his leather pants and Louis Vitton wrestling boots custom made by Dave Chappelle! Rufus slides into the ring and runs right at Chester as Samuel L. Jackson calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Rufus starts wailing away on Chester but to no avail, and Chester shoves Rufus aside with ease. Rufus scrambles to his feet, only to be picked up and nailed with a scoop slam!

Chester continues the offense with a vertical suplex and then another scoop slam. He then applies a rear waist lock, grounding Rufus as he cries out in pain.

The local talent start clapping their hands as Rufus somehow gets to his feet, and fights out of the hold with reverse elbows. Rufus then tries to run the ropes, but Chester reaches out and grabs Rufus by the hair! Rufus half turns and nails a forearm, breaks free and runs the ropes, comes back and nails a Lou thez press!

Rufus nails down the punches, and then gets up and starts to go for the CANE, but Chester is back up and he grabs Rufus by the pants, and pulls him down, then presses him over head!

 Rufus manages to thumb Chester in the eye! Rufus lands on his feet, and he nails Chester with his trademark reverse neckbreaker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rufus climbs up.....he has the CANE!!!!!

Rufus climbs down and starts measuring Chester with it as Chester gets to his feet....Chester turns, and Rufus swings....but Chester ducks, and Rufus spins around and Chester lifts him up and nails a running powerslam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chester covers....

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!

SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chester argues the count as he gets to his feet.

Samuel L Jackson: THAT WAS TWO, NIGGA!

Chester gets right in the face of Samuel L. Jackson and pokes him in the chest, and the actor shoves Chester back, and Chester finally holds up his hands and backs away.

Chester looks frustrated as he pulls Rufus up, and sets him up.....Chester then lifts Rufus up for a powerbomb, and turns it into a Widow's Peak type of hangmans reverse neckbreaker!!!!!!!!!!!

Chester signals that this is the end, and he nonchalantly does a lateral press....

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Samuel L. Jackson says something is in his eye, and he gets back up and starts checking his eye. Chester looks enraged, and he gets up and reaches out as if he's gonna punch Samuel, but someone slides into the ring and...

IT'S DVD!!!!

DVD springs into action, slides in behind Chester, and grabs the CANE, and smacks Chester across the back of the head with it! Chester drops to all fours, as Samuel looks at DVD, DVD smacks Rufus in the face to wake him up and drops the CANE.

Suddenly, the large man in the coat is in the ring, and he charges at DVD, and tries to give him a lariat, but DVD ducks it, and the man turns, and DVD starts backing him towards the ropes with speedy right hands, then a European Uppercut rocks him, and DVD measures him, and clotheslines him over the ropes and out to the floor! DVD slides out the ring, and shouts at Rufus, as Rufus slowly gets to his feet!

Chester crawls towards the ropes, and is holding onto them to keep from slumping back down. Samuel L. Jackson suddenly kicks his arms off the ropes and Chester backpedals, maintains his balance, then slowly turns and sees Rufus there. Rufus looks groggy, and Chester weakly smiles, as he reaches out and grabs Rufus weakly by the throat.....

Chester smiles, as he holds the back of his head, still spaghetti legged.....

Rufus: SURPRISE, MOTHAFUCKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rufus knocks Chester's arm away and nails him with a Diamond Cutter!!!!!!!

Rufus: GOT YO DUMB ASS.

Rufus was only pretending to be groggy, and he now hooks the far leg....

ONE!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

DING DING DING

WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL AND RETAINING OWNERSHIP OF THE CANE....RUFUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rufus rolls off of Chester and Samuel L. Jackson raises his arm. Rufus rolls over and picks up the CANE and gets up and starts twirling it. DVD walks out of the Athletic Center as Rufus celebrates!
 
Outside, DVD stands next to the PIMPMOBILE, and he is still going over the events in his mind. Why the fuck does he do this? Why does he involve himself in Rufus' personal issues? Why does Rufus constantly put DVD in these situations?

DVD takes out the keys as suddenly, Rufus explodes out the front door of the Center and is breathing heavily.

Rufus: ...you see.....*gasp*....you see how I duped his ass? He thought I was still out of it, and I nailed him! BOOM! Dropped him with the Fist Up Yo Ass Cutter, and that was it!

DVD: Fist up yo ass Cutter? I thought it was called something else? The Long Dick Willy Cutter?

Rufus: DON'T QUESTION ME BITCH!!!! NOW!!! Lets get out of here!!!!

DVD: No Rufus, we need to talk.

Rufus: TALK LATER!!!!!!!

DVD: Listen man....my patience is thin.....

Suddenly the door bursts open behind Rufus and Rufus springs up and is in a flash next to DVD holding the CANE ready to fight.

What emerges through the door is Chester, with a...bald head?

Chester: Rufus.....if it wasn't for that washed up ass supporting actor.....

Rufus: Shut up, BITCH, you already know what it is! You said earlier you had a tape of me fucking a zebra!!? What the fuck!?

Chester: The only reason I wanted you to come here, other than the CANE, was so that you could spit shine my head later on!

Rufus: Oh I got the answer fo yo ass, Chester, Imma shave the cunt hair of a African Warthog, jerk off a Porcupine till he cums, and make you a hairpiece.

Chester: What the fuck!? The hell is wrong with you?

Rufus: BITCH, I'm just like DR. Dolittle, I love animals. And why the fuck you been trying to take my CANE?

DVD: WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!

Chester and Rufus: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DVD looks surprised, he is so taken aback he chooses not to respond.

Rufus: Nigga trying to take my CANE!? Name me one reason why I shouldn't whoop the SHIT OUTTA YA!?

Chester: Because.....I'm your son.

Rufus says nothing now as Chester rubs his bald head.

Chester: I wanted to be like you. I idolized you. I copied your phrases, even bought a wig to look like you. I finally tracked you down after you joined SVO....I started training to be a wrestler just like you, and I followed you finally catching up with you in Orlando. I figured if I stole the CANE I could surpass ol dad. Boy was I wrong. I still have a lot to learn.

Rufus: You ain't my son!!! Look how big you are!
Chester reached in his pocket and pulled out a photo. He handed it to Rufus. DVD peeked at it, and saw a light skinned very young black woman standing next to Rufus.

Chester: Remember that? Remember Diane?

Rufus stumbles back into the PIMP MOBILE stunned.

Rufus: I remember that girl....I was young.  

Chester: You left shortly after she told you she THOUGHT she was pregnant. But its okay. Its part of the PIMP CODE OF ETHICS that you can't be a father, right? Only from a far.

Rufus: Son?

Chester: Dad?

DVD: THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!! I'M TIRED OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Both Rufus and Chester look shocked as DVD stands inbetween them.

DVD: I've had enough. Rufus, you drag me through everything and anything, and YOU???

He points to Chester.

DVD: I don't know who the fuck you are supposed to be, but now you are his son???? Fuck that...this is too much. I can't deal with this, I'm too young for these damn changes! I'm done Rufus. I'm out of here.

DVD tosses the keys to the PIMPMOBILE to Rufus, who catches them, and DVD walks off down the street.

Chester: So that means, you can't spit shine my head!?

But of course this is ignored as DVD keeps walking.
 
The Goodfellas Casino Arena
 
DVD walks the streets of Las Vegas until he randomly arrives at the Goodfellas Casino Arena. DVD decides to walk in, seeing as there's nothing for him to do anyway, and its not like he actually had planned this shit out.

DVD walks up to the ticket booth and sees a guy standing inside by himself.

DVD: hello?

The guy stands up, his blonde hair a mess, and looks at DVD, eyebrows arched.

DVD: Do you think um...I could....go inside?

Blonde guy: There's no events today, sir.

DVD: You don't recognize me. Seriously, I don't even spark a thought?

Blonde Guy: Not really.

DVD: Do you live under a rock? I'm on radio, TV, even a few movies, and basketball and baseball. Seriously.....

Blonde Guy: Is this.....going anywhere?

DVD: It'll be my foot going up your narrow behind if you don't let me in. I'm with SVO.

Blonde guy: S.....V......O?

DVD: THE COMPANY HAVING AN EVENT HERE IN TWO DAYS!!!!!!!! ARE YOU A COMPLETE IMBECILE?????

Blonde Guy: OH! That SVO. I thought you were talking about the Supermarket. Sure, go ahead. There's some chick back there I think works with you.

DVD sighs heavily, annoyed at this dense guy as he enters the arena. One of the security guards patted him on the shoulder and muttered something about how The Rodriguez Brothers sucked. DVD wandered in to the main section of the arena and to his disappointment, the ring was not set up. He figured the SVO crew was going to arrive tomorrow morning and set everything up. The lights were on though and DVD stood there, trying to picture in his mind the match at Showdown.

He had adopted the habit in recent months of coming to the set up ring well before the event and sitting in it imagining and planning his match. However that practice was going to have to wait for another time. DVD had a genuine look of disappointment on his face as he turned and bumped into Candi Cross.

Candi Cross: Wow! Its......you!

DVD: Who else would it be?

Candi Cross: Well I dunno, your're not the only black guy in SVO....

DVD: Is that a microphone in your pocket?

Candi Cross: Well....yes.

DVD: I bet that you want to do an interview with me. Come be honest. Only us here.

Candi Cross: Mind coming with me to the front and we can do this?

DVD: You say 'do this' so inappropriately.

Candi Cross: Don't start.
 
Minutes later, Candi and DVD are at the front of the arena. There's an SVO cameraman here now as DVD is still only wearing the wifebeater from earlier.

Candi Cross: Okay lets get on the air.....

The cameraman motions....3.....2......1.

Candi Cross: Hello everybody, this is SVO interviewer Candi Cross here live in front of the Goodfellas Casino Arena, the site of SVO Showdown in just TWO DAYS, be sure to check with your local cable provider on how to see it. I am joined today by former Tag Team Champion DVD, no doubt based off his attire here, he has been working out for his upcoming match on Roulette Night. DVD, do you have any comments for whoever you face?

DVD: It never ceases to amaze the Best of the audacity of certain people in SVO. Like how El Locon swears he is a great wrestler, yet he's lost to Nightmare. How Roberto Cruz is even......here. How Chris Wrestling wants to claim that he's going to punish everybody and then tries to blow off the fact he's a midcard wrestler? Wrestling do you listen to yourself? I mean really, do you even think before you talk? Actually don't answer that, you may hurt yourself.

DVD shrugs here.

DVD: Do you see the recurring theme, Wrestling?  You made a good showing, but you LOST. Whenever I've been on top of my game, you fell short. You are used to falling short, aren't you? Falling short in SVO, falling short in life, falling short as a man, and falling well short in the bedroom.....its something you do very well, isn't it?

Candi Cross: Wow, um......so I am assuming you are predicting victory for yourself in Showdown?

DVD: Actually? Even in losses I command the top spot, if not close to it, my star power demands it. But ultimately whoever faces me will fall to me. Because I know how to work THAT much harder, THAT much smarter to make sure they aren't a threat to me.

DVD motions for Candi to raise the mic up to his mouth.

DVD: CAUSE THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.........................HAS SPOKEN.

Candi Cross: Well That's all for today folks, I would like to thank DVD for joining me here in front of the site of Showdown, this has been Candi Cross.

The scene fades to black as DVD walks off, no regret, no remorse of him severing ties with Rufus.

And a slight smile comes to his lips.

Because a new man, a new chapter on his life was about to begin.
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