Post by Hu$tla on Jul 26, 2006 17:41:50 GMT -5
Where we last Hu$tla he was talking to his girlfriend Lauren and claiming that he was going to make an impact before this Thursday’s Lockdown event. He promised that by the end of the night everyone will know his name and who the hell he is.
This scene opens up inside a house where Hu$tla is packing a bag. He looks around and grabs his patented #1 chain and puts it around his neck. He walks around his house and grabs a nine millimeter gun and cocks it. He then puts the gun in his pants and runs out of the house. He gets in his car and speeds off in his 2006 Escalade. In the car, Hu$tla’s cell phone rings and it is his girlfriend Lauren calling for him. He shakes his head as he answers it.
Hu$tla: What the fuck do you want?
Lauren: Carlos, what are you doing? Why did you just walk out on me the way you did back there?
Hu$tla: I’m taking care of some fucking business.
Lauren: Tell me. Listen, how do you expect our relationship to work if you never tell me anything? I’m at home taking care of our two kids, and you’re out there roaming the streets getting into trouble. You promised me this would stop Carlos, you promised.
Hu$tla: Oh well. Listen, take care of the damn kids. Do your job, and I’ll do mine.
Lauren: And just exactly what is your job? Roaming the streets and getting into trouble?
Hu$tla: Hell naw bitch. My job is providing for you and for our two kids you ungrateful whore.
Lauren: Provide for our kids? How is what you’re doing providing for our kids?
Hu$tla: Killing niggaz for money is my occupation. I go into the HWF every week and I’ve got a job to do. Some bitch wants to walk in the ring, and the only way he is leaving is in a body bag. So my job is killing niggaz for living and actually getting paid to do so.
Lauren: So what are you doing right now?
Hu$tla: Don’t worry about it. Just cook me some dinner and I’ll be home before sundown.
Lauren: You better be. If you go to jail again, I am not bailing your pathetic ass out, got it?
Hu$tla hangs up the phone and puts it away without even saying bye. He smiles and continues driving. He comes across a street corner where he sees a group of women walking together. They are walking together wearing skimpy clothing. One girl’s skirt is up to her mid-thigh and her chest is exposed to where you can see her bra. Hu$tla drives slowly by the ladies and pulls over, one of the girls gets in his car while the other one just walks away.
Girl: Okay, here’s what I charge 40 in the front, 50 in the back. Got it?
Hu$tla: Yo girl. What’s your name anyway?
Girl: Why the fuck do it matter? Just fuck me, and pay me then we’ll be straight.
Hu$tla: Who the hell do you think you are cussing at me? I didn’t pick you up to fuck you girl, I picked you up because I need your help.
Girl: Help? You need my help with what? Why the fuck should I help you?
Hu$tla: See that liquor store over there?
Girl: Yeah.
Hu$tla: You know that Mexican bastard in there?
Girl: Yeah, his name is Juan.
Hu$tla: Go in there. Take this money, and get me a 40 of Bacardi.
Girl: Bitch, buy your own damn alcohol. You over age go in there and get it yourself.
Hu$tla: I’m going to rob that fucker.
Girl: What? No you aint either. I’m calling the cops.
Hu$tla: Bitch you aint calling shit.
Hu$tla pulls his gun from his pants and points right at the girl.
Hu$tla: Now you’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do or I’m going to put a bullet in your head. Got it?
Girl: Yeah, I got it. Why do you want to rob that man anyway?
Hu$tla: Because he looks like someone I don’t like right now.
Girl: What the fuck? He looks like someone you don’t like so you gonna rob him?
Hu$tla: Yes. Now go in there and be all sexual towards his ass and I’ll empty that fucker’s register. If you fuck up, I’m going to kill both of you.
The girl gets out of the car and Hu$tla follows her with the gun pointed at her back. They walk into the liquor store and the girl does her prostitute thing.
Girl: Hey Juan, how are you doing? You look hot today as always!
Juan: Thanks Justine, that means a lot coming from you.
Juan leans over his desk and looks Justine in the eyes. Justine begins fondling Juan’s hair and then the two kiss. Juan and Justine walk to the back of the liquor store and as they go to a distance where Hu$tla cant be seen, Hu$tla walks over to the desk and somehow opens the register. He begins opening emptying out cash and putting it into his bag. Suddenly, Justine and Juan come back into view and begin walking towards the register.
Juan: Excuse me sir, what the hell are you doing?
Hu$tla: I’m robbing this place fool.
Justine: He put me up to it Juan, he had a gun pointed to my back. I had no choice but to come with him.
Juan: Excuse me sir, I’m going to call the cops.
Hu$tla: If you call the cops I’m going to shoot her.
Hu$tla grabs Justine and aims the gun right at her forehead. He begins looking at Juan dead in the eyes and sees a resemblance to Jorge Garcia, his opponent for HWF Lockdown on Thursday Night. Hu$tla looks at Juan dead in the eyes and begins shouting.
Hu$tla: If you even think about coming to that ring on Thursday night, I’m going to fucking kill you bitch.
Juan: What are you talking about? Coming to the ring? Listen, just put the gun down and give me the girl. We can settle this like men.
Hu$tla: I don’t settle shit like men. Me and Bryan Blade are going to fucking kill your ass this Thursday night bitch. We’re going to fucking humiliate your ass in front of thousands of people worldwide, so just take my advice and stay the fuck home.
Juan: I think your going crazy son. Listen, I’m going to call the cops if you don’t give me the girl.
Hu$tla: She’ll die if you call the fucking cops. And don’t think I’m playing.
Juan: You’re going to shoot her if I dial a number?
Hu$tla: Don’t test me Garcia, don’t you fucking test me.
Justine: Juan do it. Call the cops, forget about me. This guy is nuts.
Hu$tla: Shut up bitch, or you’ll die.
Juan: Look, we can cut a deal.
Hu$tla: I don’t cut deals with anyone Jorge.
Juan: Jorge? Who is Jorge? My name is Juan?
Hu$tla: I don’t give a fuck what your name is. To me, your name is Jorge Garcia and this Thursday on Lockdown, Bryan Blade and me are going to fucking kill your ass.
Juan: I don’t have the slightest clue on what your talking about.
Juan begins stepping closer to Hu$tla.
Hu$tla: Don’t come any closer Jorge or this little hoe is going to get shot right here in your own fucking store.
Justine: Why are you doing this?
Hu$tla: I don’t explain myself.
A man outside the liquor store walks in the store and Hu$tla is continuing his ranting.
Hu$tla: Get the fuck out of this store man. Get the fuck out of here or you’re going to be dead on top of all these other people.
The man immediately runs out of the store and Hu$tla continues strangling Justine and aiming the gun at her.
Juan: Listen, you can take however much money that you please. It’s all yours, just give me the girl and the gun. I wont call the cops, I promise. Just come on.
Hu$tla: I don’t want your money Jorge.
Juan: Who the hell is Jorge?
Hu$tla: This Thursday night on Lockdown, Jorge Garcia is going to die.
Juan: Here. Here is 500 bucks. Take it and go.
Hu$tla: I told you already, I don’t want your fucking money Jorge.
Juan: What is it that you want then?
Hu$tla: Your blood.
Hu$tla throws Justine to the ground and runs over and spears Juan to the floor. He begins stomping away on him. He continues kicking him and then he fires his gun right into Juan’s leg. Hu$tla turns around and sees Justine running out the door, but before she can get there he shoots her in the back, killing her. Hu$tla then looks down and shoots Juan in the stomach killing him as well.
Hu$tla: Fuck you Jorge Garcia. Fuck you bitch. Thursday night on Lockdown, your ass belongs to me. Fuck you, you son of a bitch.
Hu$tla then spits on Juan and looks out the window of the liquor store and sees a group of cops swarming the area. Hu$tla immediately puts the gun in Juan’s hands to make it look like a suicide and runs out the liquor store. He jumps in his Escalade despite the police’s attempts to stop him. He speeds away from the scene.
In his car, Hu$tla picks up his cell phone and begins calling someone.
Hu$tla: Yo, he’s dead.
Voice:……………….
Hu$tla: No, not Jorge Garcia. He’ll be dead on Thursday Night. I just made my name known by robbing a liquor store and killing two fucking people.
Voice: ………………………
Hu$tla: Listen though, the cops may be looking for me. So I’m going to need a place to stay tonight.
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Hu$tla: Alright man thanks, I’ll be over there shortly.
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Hu$tla: Yeah man, I told you. I didn’t kill Jorge, I killed some nigga named Juan and some prostitute named Justine. Juan looked exactly like Jorge though, so it was relevant.
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Hu$tla: I don’t know, I think I got away from them. Alright man, I’ll see you in a few.
Hu$tla hangs up the phone and puts it off to the side. He looks in his rear view mirror and doesn’t see any cops. Ten minutes later, Hu$tla arrives at a Super 8 Motel in Indianapolis and runs in and asks the front desk clerk a question.
Hu$tla: What room is Deshaun Smith in?
Clerk: Room 810.
Hu$tla: Thanks.
Hu$tla runs away and climbs on the elevator and goes to the eighth floor. He runs over to room 810 and pounds on Deshaun’s door. The door opens and two sexy girls walk out of the room rolling their eyes at Hu$tla. Deshaun walks to the door and looks at his friend.
Deshaun: Damn nigga, I had two chicks at the same time and you come busting that up.
Hu$tla: Nigga, you told me I could come over.
Deshaun: What choice do I have? Listen though, if the cops come, I aint going back to jail you got that?
Hu$tla: Yeah man.
Deshaun: Aight man get your punk ass in here.
Hu$tla enters Deshaun’s room and Deshaun looks around down the hall and shuts the door.
Hu$tla and Deshaun are in the room and counting how much money that Hu$tla stole from the liquor store.
Deshaun: Damn nigga, this is over a thousand bucks.
Hu$tla: You know how I do.
Deshaun: Man, nigga. When you told me you was good at robbing, I didn’t believe you.
Hu$tla: Don’t underestimate me negro. I’m a Hustla, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I can to get some money.
Suddenly, a knock at the door is heard.
Deshaun: Oh shit man. Fuck.
Deshaun goes and looks in the peep hole of the door and sees that it is a cop.
Deshaun: It’s the po-po. Quick, put the money away and hide yourself dude.
Hu$tla hides the money and runs in the bathroom and slams the door. The door is knocked on again and Deshaun answers it.
Officer: Good evening sir, I was wondering if you have seen this person?
The officer shows Deshaun a picture of Hu$tla.
Deshaun: No sir. I haven’t seen anyone like him all day.
Officer: Well, he was involved in a huge liquor store robbery that ended with him killing the store owner and another young woman.
Deshaun: Well he isn’t here sir. Sorry.
Officer: The front desk clerk said that someone with this description came up to her asking for this room. Are you sure you haven’t seen anyone?
Deshaun: Positive.
Officer: Mind if I take a look around the premises? This man, need I remind you, is a murderer and he needs to face justice.
The cop kind of shoves Deshaun out of the way and he begins looking around the hotel room for Hu$tla. He looks under the bed, in the closet, and finally enters the bathroom. When he enters the bathroom he finds Hu$tla laying in the bathtub.
Officer: We’ve got him, all units stand down. Mr. Jones, you’re under arrest for the armed robbery of Juan’s ABC Store and for the murder of Juan Hernandez and Justine Perry. Mr. Smith, you’re under arrest as well for housing a known fugitive.
The officer lifts Hu$tla up and slaps handcuffs on both him and Deshaun.
Hu$tla: You think that was the crime officer?
Officer: Please, don’t speak. Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law.
Hu$tla: You think that was the motherfucking crime? Well, you might want to wait until Thursday night.
Officer: Oh really? Well why is that?
Hu$tla: Because that’s when the real motherfucking crime will be committed.
Officer: Oh please, you might not even be free on Thursday night.
Hu$tla: The real crime is going to be on Thursday man. That’s when Jorge Garcia is going to fucking die, that’s when he is going to step in the ring with me and be escorted out in a body bag.
Deshaun: That’s what I’m talking about my nigga.
Officer: Neither one of you will be free on Thursday night, so I wont be making any plans right now. Plus, if something does go down, then we’ll give Jorge Garcia all the protection he needs.
Hu$tla: Ya’ll wont help. That fucker is going to die. That fucker wont live. On Friday morning, the papers will read: “Jorge Garcia Murdered At Hands Of HWF Wrestler Hu$tla.”
Officer: Come on please.
The officer escorts both Deshaun and Hu$tla out of the hotel and puts them both in the back seat of the patrol car. The police car shuts their door and gets in the drivers side and drives off.
Hu$tla: Yo Deshaun, we’re going back to jail nigga.
Deshaun: Hell yeah, but we’ll be out by Thursday. Blade will bail us out.
Hu$tla: Yeah, but I’ll probably be coming right back on Friday for killing Garcia.
Deshaun: Haha!
Hu$tla: Yo Deshaun, how’s this for making an impact?
Officer: Both of you shut up back there.
The cop car drives out of distance as the scene fades to black and the feed ends.
This scene opens up inside a house where Hu$tla is packing a bag. He looks around and grabs his patented #1 chain and puts it around his neck. He walks around his house and grabs a nine millimeter gun and cocks it. He then puts the gun in his pants and runs out of the house. He gets in his car and speeds off in his 2006 Escalade. In the car, Hu$tla’s cell phone rings and it is his girlfriend Lauren calling for him. He shakes his head as he answers it.
Hu$tla: What the fuck do you want?
Lauren: Carlos, what are you doing? Why did you just walk out on me the way you did back there?
Hu$tla: I’m taking care of some fucking business.
Lauren: Tell me. Listen, how do you expect our relationship to work if you never tell me anything? I’m at home taking care of our two kids, and you’re out there roaming the streets getting into trouble. You promised me this would stop Carlos, you promised.
Hu$tla: Oh well. Listen, take care of the damn kids. Do your job, and I’ll do mine.
Lauren: And just exactly what is your job? Roaming the streets and getting into trouble?
Hu$tla: Hell naw bitch. My job is providing for you and for our two kids you ungrateful whore.
Lauren: Provide for our kids? How is what you’re doing providing for our kids?
Hu$tla: Killing niggaz for money is my occupation. I go into the HWF every week and I’ve got a job to do. Some bitch wants to walk in the ring, and the only way he is leaving is in a body bag. So my job is killing niggaz for living and actually getting paid to do so.
Lauren: So what are you doing right now?
Hu$tla: Don’t worry about it. Just cook me some dinner and I’ll be home before sundown.
Lauren: You better be. If you go to jail again, I am not bailing your pathetic ass out, got it?
Hu$tla hangs up the phone and puts it away without even saying bye. He smiles and continues driving. He comes across a street corner where he sees a group of women walking together. They are walking together wearing skimpy clothing. One girl’s skirt is up to her mid-thigh and her chest is exposed to where you can see her bra. Hu$tla drives slowly by the ladies and pulls over, one of the girls gets in his car while the other one just walks away.
Girl: Okay, here’s what I charge 40 in the front, 50 in the back. Got it?
Hu$tla: Yo girl. What’s your name anyway?
Girl: Why the fuck do it matter? Just fuck me, and pay me then we’ll be straight.
Hu$tla: Who the hell do you think you are cussing at me? I didn’t pick you up to fuck you girl, I picked you up because I need your help.
Girl: Help? You need my help with what? Why the fuck should I help you?
Hu$tla: See that liquor store over there?
Girl: Yeah.
Hu$tla: You know that Mexican bastard in there?
Girl: Yeah, his name is Juan.
Hu$tla: Go in there. Take this money, and get me a 40 of Bacardi.
Girl: Bitch, buy your own damn alcohol. You over age go in there and get it yourself.
Hu$tla: I’m going to rob that fucker.
Girl: What? No you aint either. I’m calling the cops.
Hu$tla: Bitch you aint calling shit.
Hu$tla pulls his gun from his pants and points right at the girl.
Hu$tla: Now you’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do or I’m going to put a bullet in your head. Got it?
Girl: Yeah, I got it. Why do you want to rob that man anyway?
Hu$tla: Because he looks like someone I don’t like right now.
Girl: What the fuck? He looks like someone you don’t like so you gonna rob him?
Hu$tla: Yes. Now go in there and be all sexual towards his ass and I’ll empty that fucker’s register. If you fuck up, I’m going to kill both of you.
The girl gets out of the car and Hu$tla follows her with the gun pointed at her back. They walk into the liquor store and the girl does her prostitute thing.
Girl: Hey Juan, how are you doing? You look hot today as always!
Juan: Thanks Justine, that means a lot coming from you.
Juan leans over his desk and looks Justine in the eyes. Justine begins fondling Juan’s hair and then the two kiss. Juan and Justine walk to the back of the liquor store and as they go to a distance where Hu$tla cant be seen, Hu$tla walks over to the desk and somehow opens the register. He begins opening emptying out cash and putting it into his bag. Suddenly, Justine and Juan come back into view and begin walking towards the register.
Juan: Excuse me sir, what the hell are you doing?
Hu$tla: I’m robbing this place fool.
Justine: He put me up to it Juan, he had a gun pointed to my back. I had no choice but to come with him.
Juan: Excuse me sir, I’m going to call the cops.
Hu$tla: If you call the cops I’m going to shoot her.
Hu$tla grabs Justine and aims the gun right at her forehead. He begins looking at Juan dead in the eyes and sees a resemblance to Jorge Garcia, his opponent for HWF Lockdown on Thursday Night. Hu$tla looks at Juan dead in the eyes and begins shouting.
Hu$tla: If you even think about coming to that ring on Thursday night, I’m going to fucking kill you bitch.
Juan: What are you talking about? Coming to the ring? Listen, just put the gun down and give me the girl. We can settle this like men.
Hu$tla: I don’t settle shit like men. Me and Bryan Blade are going to fucking kill your ass this Thursday night bitch. We’re going to fucking humiliate your ass in front of thousands of people worldwide, so just take my advice and stay the fuck home.
Juan: I think your going crazy son. Listen, I’m going to call the cops if you don’t give me the girl.
Hu$tla: She’ll die if you call the fucking cops. And don’t think I’m playing.
Juan: You’re going to shoot her if I dial a number?
Hu$tla: Don’t test me Garcia, don’t you fucking test me.
Justine: Juan do it. Call the cops, forget about me. This guy is nuts.
Hu$tla: Shut up bitch, or you’ll die.
Juan: Look, we can cut a deal.
Hu$tla: I don’t cut deals with anyone Jorge.
Juan: Jorge? Who is Jorge? My name is Juan?
Hu$tla: I don’t give a fuck what your name is. To me, your name is Jorge Garcia and this Thursday on Lockdown, Bryan Blade and me are going to fucking kill your ass.
Juan: I don’t have the slightest clue on what your talking about.
Juan begins stepping closer to Hu$tla.
Hu$tla: Don’t come any closer Jorge or this little hoe is going to get shot right here in your own fucking store.
Justine: Why are you doing this?
Hu$tla: I don’t explain myself.
A man outside the liquor store walks in the store and Hu$tla is continuing his ranting.
Hu$tla: Get the fuck out of this store man. Get the fuck out of here or you’re going to be dead on top of all these other people.
The man immediately runs out of the store and Hu$tla continues strangling Justine and aiming the gun at her.
Juan: Listen, you can take however much money that you please. It’s all yours, just give me the girl and the gun. I wont call the cops, I promise. Just come on.
Hu$tla: I don’t want your money Jorge.
Juan: Who the hell is Jorge?
Hu$tla: This Thursday night on Lockdown, Jorge Garcia is going to die.
Juan: Here. Here is 500 bucks. Take it and go.
Hu$tla: I told you already, I don’t want your fucking money Jorge.
Juan: What is it that you want then?
Hu$tla: Your blood.
Hu$tla throws Justine to the ground and runs over and spears Juan to the floor. He begins stomping away on him. He continues kicking him and then he fires his gun right into Juan’s leg. Hu$tla turns around and sees Justine running out the door, but before she can get there he shoots her in the back, killing her. Hu$tla then looks down and shoots Juan in the stomach killing him as well.
Hu$tla: Fuck you Jorge Garcia. Fuck you bitch. Thursday night on Lockdown, your ass belongs to me. Fuck you, you son of a bitch.
Hu$tla then spits on Juan and looks out the window of the liquor store and sees a group of cops swarming the area. Hu$tla immediately puts the gun in Juan’s hands to make it look like a suicide and runs out the liquor store. He jumps in his Escalade despite the police’s attempts to stop him. He speeds away from the scene.
In his car, Hu$tla picks up his cell phone and begins calling someone.
Hu$tla: Yo, he’s dead.
Voice:……………….
Hu$tla: No, not Jorge Garcia. He’ll be dead on Thursday Night. I just made my name known by robbing a liquor store and killing two fucking people.
Voice: ………………………
Hu$tla: Listen though, the cops may be looking for me. So I’m going to need a place to stay tonight.
Voice: …………………………………..
Hu$tla: Alright man thanks, I’ll be over there shortly.
Voice: ……………………………………..
Hu$tla: Yeah man, I told you. I didn’t kill Jorge, I killed some nigga named Juan and some prostitute named Justine. Juan looked exactly like Jorge though, so it was relevant.
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Hu$tla: I don’t know, I think I got away from them. Alright man, I’ll see you in a few.
Hu$tla hangs up the phone and puts it off to the side. He looks in his rear view mirror and doesn’t see any cops. Ten minutes later, Hu$tla arrives at a Super 8 Motel in Indianapolis and runs in and asks the front desk clerk a question.
Hu$tla: What room is Deshaun Smith in?
Clerk: Room 810.
Hu$tla: Thanks.
Hu$tla runs away and climbs on the elevator and goes to the eighth floor. He runs over to room 810 and pounds on Deshaun’s door. The door opens and two sexy girls walk out of the room rolling their eyes at Hu$tla. Deshaun walks to the door and looks at his friend.
Deshaun: Damn nigga, I had two chicks at the same time and you come busting that up.
Hu$tla: Nigga, you told me I could come over.
Deshaun: What choice do I have? Listen though, if the cops come, I aint going back to jail you got that?
Hu$tla: Yeah man.
Deshaun: Aight man get your punk ass in here.
Hu$tla enters Deshaun’s room and Deshaun looks around down the hall and shuts the door.
Hu$tla and Deshaun are in the room and counting how much money that Hu$tla stole from the liquor store.
Deshaun: Damn nigga, this is over a thousand bucks.
Hu$tla: You know how I do.
Deshaun: Man, nigga. When you told me you was good at robbing, I didn’t believe you.
Hu$tla: Don’t underestimate me negro. I’m a Hustla, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I can to get some money.
Suddenly, a knock at the door is heard.
Deshaun: Oh shit man. Fuck.
Deshaun goes and looks in the peep hole of the door and sees that it is a cop.
Deshaun: It’s the po-po. Quick, put the money away and hide yourself dude.
Hu$tla hides the money and runs in the bathroom and slams the door. The door is knocked on again and Deshaun answers it.
Officer: Good evening sir, I was wondering if you have seen this person?
The officer shows Deshaun a picture of Hu$tla.
Deshaun: No sir. I haven’t seen anyone like him all day.
Officer: Well, he was involved in a huge liquor store robbery that ended with him killing the store owner and another young woman.
Deshaun: Well he isn’t here sir. Sorry.
Officer: The front desk clerk said that someone with this description came up to her asking for this room. Are you sure you haven’t seen anyone?
Deshaun: Positive.
Officer: Mind if I take a look around the premises? This man, need I remind you, is a murderer and he needs to face justice.
The cop kind of shoves Deshaun out of the way and he begins looking around the hotel room for Hu$tla. He looks under the bed, in the closet, and finally enters the bathroom. When he enters the bathroom he finds Hu$tla laying in the bathtub.
Officer: We’ve got him, all units stand down. Mr. Jones, you’re under arrest for the armed robbery of Juan’s ABC Store and for the murder of Juan Hernandez and Justine Perry. Mr. Smith, you’re under arrest as well for housing a known fugitive.
The officer lifts Hu$tla up and slaps handcuffs on both him and Deshaun.
Hu$tla: You think that was the crime officer?
Officer: Please, don’t speak. Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law.
Hu$tla: You think that was the motherfucking crime? Well, you might want to wait until Thursday night.
Officer: Oh really? Well why is that?
Hu$tla: Because that’s when the real motherfucking crime will be committed.
Officer: Oh please, you might not even be free on Thursday night.
Hu$tla: The real crime is going to be on Thursday man. That’s when Jorge Garcia is going to fucking die, that’s when he is going to step in the ring with me and be escorted out in a body bag.
Deshaun: That’s what I’m talking about my nigga.
Officer: Neither one of you will be free on Thursday night, so I wont be making any plans right now. Plus, if something does go down, then we’ll give Jorge Garcia all the protection he needs.
Hu$tla: Ya’ll wont help. That fucker is going to die. That fucker wont live. On Friday morning, the papers will read: “Jorge Garcia Murdered At Hands Of HWF Wrestler Hu$tla.”
Officer: Come on please.
The officer escorts both Deshaun and Hu$tla out of the hotel and puts them both in the back seat of the patrol car. The police car shuts their door and gets in the drivers side and drives off.
Hu$tla: Yo Deshaun, we’re going back to jail nigga.
Deshaun: Hell yeah, but we’ll be out by Thursday. Blade will bail us out.
Hu$tla: Yeah, but I’ll probably be coming right back on Friday for killing Garcia.
Deshaun: Haha!
Hu$tla: Yo Deshaun, how’s this for making an impact?
Officer: Both of you shut up back there.
The cop car drives out of distance as the scene fades to black and the feed ends.
