Post by Hu$tla on Jul 24, 2006 16:49:39 GMT -5
(The scene opens outside of a locker room in the HWF Arena. You can hear what is being said inside of the room, a conversation between “The Original” Hu$tla, but you can’t hear another voice as he’s talking to himself.)
Hu$tla: It’s my time. The sweat, the tears, the blood, the pain, it all comes down to Thursday Night. Thursday night, I will, wait; I HAVE to prove what I’m capable of.
(The camera man walks into the room, and you can now see Hu$tla. He’s walking back and forth; sweat dripping off of his forehead. He’s grabbing his gut, and has one of the most nervous looks you’ll ever see.)
Hu$tla: No one in my family has ever been proud of me. No one, I've been hustling, fighting, thugging all my life and have proved absolutely nothing. I was kicked off the North Carolina Basketball team and I had nothing left. Then I came across the Hybrid Wrestling Federation, and now I’ve got something to live for. Now I get an opportunity to show the world what type of guy I really am. I get an opportunity to make my family proud. Everyone of them from Ma, Pa, Granny and Gramps, they’ve all doubted me and have said that I'll never amount to anything in my life. I was the baby of the family; I could never make it in the big time… I made it once, I played for the friggin' UNC Tar Heels basketball team, only to wash out and disappoint again. This is the big one though; this is the mother of all accomplishments. What’s bigger than HWF? Maybe getting kicked out of college for hustling and smuggling drugs was my destiny. Maybe it was my fate to become a professional wrestler and do what I love to do, and FIGHT. Hell, I don't even know who my father is or what he looks like, my mom placed me in foster care because I was a disappointment, but all of that will change on Thursday Night Lockdown when myself and my boy Bryan Blade take on Jorge Garcia.
(Hu$tla stops instantly, and puts his head into his hands. He gags a couple of times, and then regroups himself. The sweat is still pouring off of his face, his shirt turning from light gray to dark gray with sweat in a matter of minutes.)
Hu$tla: The nerves, so damn nervous. This match with Blade against Garcia is more than just a match, more than justa debut; it's a shot at proving my destiny, a shot of not disappointing anyone anymore, a shot of me coming out and showing everyone what it is I am capable of doing.
(He stops again, and shakes his head, throwing sweat off of his forehead. He uses a rag to wipe the rest of the sweat off.)
Hu$tla: I've been known as the underdog and I've been known as the Big Dawg, but I do know that my blood, my sweat, my tears will all be left in that ring come Thursday Night, and my arms will be raised in the air as the winner of the match. I know I may not be a legend yet, but was Bomber Jake a legend when he started? Is he really a legend at all? Whatever the case be though, he’s still proven to be one of the best the HWF has to offer, he has gone toe to toe with the best, won the 4way battle royal match to win the HWF Heavyweight Title, he is the top of the HWF, and continues to be the best. And me, what have I done?
(Hu$tla grabs his head ripping his dew rag off, and pulls his head down. He gags once again, but doesn’t throw up. He cracks his knuckles, and moves his hand around his wristband.)
Hu$tla: Sure, I made the roster, and sure I’m coming to Indianapolis on Thursday night to battle Jorge. However, there is still a hell of a lot of damn pressure on me. If I lose to Jorge, I could fade out, and become a nobody again. I could be on top of the world for 2 minutes and then be the first in line at the Welfare office. Everything is riding on Thursday night. Blade is my boy, I respect his ass, but he better not ruin this shit for me. Jorge does not scare me, no he doesn't. He isn’t anything special, as a matter of fact he isn’t anything at all. He’s one of those kinds of guys that shouldn’t be in this business. Wait, what am I saying? Many people have said I shouldn’t be in this business, but I have to prove them wrong, I have to. I have to show on Lockdown, that I am The Future of this business, the future of the HWF. I have to prove to the world that I am an original Hu$tla.
(Hu$tla runs towards the bathroom area in his locker room, and hurls into the toilet with the thoughts of him never building up for so long plaguing through his head. As he’s sitting there hurling, a man walks up to Hu$tla and touches him on the back. Hu$tla turns his head to look to see who came in, and it’s the manager of Streets Finest, Deshaun Smith. Deshaun goes up behind Hu$tla, and slaps him in the back of the head.)
Deshaun: Hu$tla, you little sissy bitch, what the hell are you puking for? You should be fighting and training, I didn’t get this match for you so you can sit in here and puke your guts out.
(Hu$tla looks Deshaun dead in the eye.)
Hu$tla: Who the HELL are you calling a bitch Deshaun? Just because you're my manager and I pay you to watch my back, gives you no damn right to call me a bitch.
Deshaun: Listen, I can call you what I want. I have yet to see any money from you Hu$tla, just because they call you Hustler, doesn’t mean that you can hustle my money and use it for drugs and sex or whatever the hell it is you use it for.
(Deshaun gets a grin on his face)
Deshaun: Now I know you’re wondering why in the hell I’m here, I came to check on you and see how you were holding up. I haven’t heard from you since you signed with HWF. As manager of Streets Finest, I got you and Blade this shot on Thursday to redeem yourself and prove to the world that ya’ll are not a fluke or jobbers, so I need to know if you are committed to winning. I don’t represent losers now man, so quit the puking shit out and get to training, that’s what Blade is doing. Jorge Garcia is a tough dude, when he was brought in, I read on news sites that he could be the future of the HWF. How the hell does that make you feel? If he is the best, then you should be happy because I told you, I only get you booked against the best and I work for you to get you to the top. Imagine the headlines if you and Blade give Jorge Garcia his first ever HWF defeat. Imagine it Hu$tla, I can see it now: HWF Rookie Hu$tla defeats The Future Jorge Garcia in the middle of the ring 1...2...3... imagine what the crowd will think, imagine what the world will think, imagine what the HWF and everyone else will think when you take out a man who the crowd, who the staff, and who the news sites all completely adore. They will know that you are no joke and not a fluke. I'm here to make sure you and Blade become the best and the brightest in the HWF and move sissies like Jorge Garcia down the ladder as you move up the ladder of success.
Hu$tla: Jorge is a joke. I mean here I am puking, worrying about letting my family down when I have to face this loser. I'll tell you one thing, I may be nervous about competing in the best damn federation in the world, but I am not nervous when it comes to Jorge Garcia. I will defeat his ass in that ring fair and square and all my fans out there will know just who the hell I am and what I am all about.
Deshaun: Don't take him lightly though Hu$tla, that's one thing you cant afford to do. When I seen the door say “The Original" Hu$tla, I expected to come in here, and see a man warming up, getting pumped up about his first shot, instead, I see you drenched in sweat, puking in the toilet, what the hell’s your problem Hu$tla? You should be pumped up, excited, but yet, you’re scared.
Hu$tla: Deshaun, you know me, I aint scared of anyone. Not you, not Jorge Garcia, not Michael Jackson, not Roseanne Barr, Dennis Rodman, or even RuPaul, I fear no one, because that’s just who I am.
Deshaun: That may be, but you’re scared of yourself. You’re scared to lose, let everyone down, and instead of thinking about losing, and making yourself sick, throwing up, gagging, and sweating like your girlfriend after a long night of me and her in the sack, you need to think positive. Why worry whether or not Jorge is all everyone says he is? You’re supposed to be from the streets right? You are a true gangsta aren’t you? Or are you just a wanksta? Which is it?
Hu$tla: I’m a gangsta man. Born and raised. I run the motherfucking streets bitch, I’m more of a gangsta than you ever were or will be.
Deshaun: Well then prove it nigga. Do you think Jorge Garcia is in his locker room puking his guts out right now? Hell naw, I just saw him. He’s taking you lightly. I passed by him at Wendy’s and he was ordering a frostee. He’s out on the town signing autographs like he’s the biggest star on the face of the earth, and you’re in here puking. He’s already got you defeated. If you saw a member of a rival gang in the ring right now, what would you do to him?
Hu$tla: I’d kill that motherfucker. I’d go in there pull out my nine and bust a cap right in between that son of a bitches eyes.
Deshaun: Now, why in the blue hell would you do that?
Hu$tla: Because I’m the only motherfucker from the streets and other niggaz need to realize that.
Deshaun: Okay then, go out there and fucking prove it man. Think of Jorge as a member of one of them gangs you hate. And go out there and but a cap right in his ass and kill that fucker. Now, if I recall correctly, when you signed to the HWF you promised to be The Future of the business. And as the Future, you’re up and coming, you’re the next Hybrid Wrestling Federation Legend. You need to get your head on straight, and get ready for Lockdown, and not be so damn scared.
(Hu$tla shakes his head up and down)
Hu$tla: You don't understand the concept of this sport man, no disrespect Deshaun, but you’re past your prime. If I go out there and get thrown around like a rag doll, then I am a big joke. Everyone remembers the first time of anything, first championship, first kiss, first fuck, first car, and I’m going to remember this first HWF match. You don’t understand how much the nerves are pumping on the inside. You just plain don’t understand Deshaun.
Deshaun: I don’t understand? I won my first match here against Deamon Cohin. I whooped that bitch’s ass all over the ring and humiliated his ass, and you know what Hu$tla? That was my first fucking match as well. Don’t tell me I don’t understand. If you’re scared about getting thrown around like a rag doll, then that’s exactly what will happen. You will get thrown around like a rag doll. You need to quit whining about it and go out there and show the world what you're made of. Prove to them that you're not a joke, go out there and train go pump yourself up. Get ready for your first ever HWF match, get ready to take Jorge Garcia out. Take that bastard out like a boner in speedos.
Hu$tla: I can’t wait until Lockdown. I promise to the entire HWF and to all the fans that I won’t fail, and that my career will be strong in the HWF and one day I will wear gold around my waist. It's my time to shine and this Thursday night, the king of bling, the man known as Hu$tla will beat Jorge Garcia and will then move on to bigger and better things, and maybe I'll even earn myself a World Title Shot.
(You can see the sweat drying up, as his nerves are settling down. He's twisting his wristbands once again.)
Hu$tla: Thursday Night, it’s going to be a war, and Deshaun, believe me, if Bryan Blade and I go down, then we’re taking that stupid bastard Garcia with us.
Deshaun: That’s the attitude I like. Go show them what you got, wrestle your match, wrestle your ass off, and when it comes down to it… you know what to do…
Hu$tla: KICK SOME MOTHAFUCKIN' ASS!!!
(Hu$tla walks out of the locker room.)
Deshaun: Where the hell are you going?
(Deshaun shakes his head, as the camera follows Hu$tla. He’s walking down a hall, where his girlfriend, Lauren Priestley is shown walking towards him.)
Lauren: Hunnybabe, you smell like… like… vomit. You haven’t been smoking the reefer again have you?
Hu$tla: Hell naw, I'm through with that shit, what the hell kind of question is that? You know Lauren, I love you, but you really piss me off sometimes. This is the biggest night of my life coming up, I have a chance to show those people what I am made of, I am going to humiliate that fuckbag Jorge Garcia on Thursday night, and where have you been all day? Definitely not with me, helping me in my moment of need.
Lauren: Well… I’m… I’m Sorry
Hu$tla: You should be DAMN sorry. Now if you don’t mind, I have some business to take care of, and Lauren, if you’re lucky I might see you around later.
Lauren: Carlos, please. Where are you going to go?
Hu$tla: I am going to go make an impact god damn it! Why wait until Thursday Night Lockdown to make my fucking impact? I'll go right now!
Lauren: What do you mean make an impact? Carlos, don't please! We can talk about this!
(Hu$tla walks away from his girlfriend Lauren. She starts crying and runs to his locker room. The show fades to commercial break.)
Hu$tla: It’s my time. The sweat, the tears, the blood, the pain, it all comes down to Thursday Night. Thursday night, I will, wait; I HAVE to prove what I’m capable of.
(The camera man walks into the room, and you can now see Hu$tla. He’s walking back and forth; sweat dripping off of his forehead. He’s grabbing his gut, and has one of the most nervous looks you’ll ever see.)
Hu$tla: No one in my family has ever been proud of me. No one, I've been hustling, fighting, thugging all my life and have proved absolutely nothing. I was kicked off the North Carolina Basketball team and I had nothing left. Then I came across the Hybrid Wrestling Federation, and now I’ve got something to live for. Now I get an opportunity to show the world what type of guy I really am. I get an opportunity to make my family proud. Everyone of them from Ma, Pa, Granny and Gramps, they’ve all doubted me and have said that I'll never amount to anything in my life. I was the baby of the family; I could never make it in the big time… I made it once, I played for the friggin' UNC Tar Heels basketball team, only to wash out and disappoint again. This is the big one though; this is the mother of all accomplishments. What’s bigger than HWF? Maybe getting kicked out of college for hustling and smuggling drugs was my destiny. Maybe it was my fate to become a professional wrestler and do what I love to do, and FIGHT. Hell, I don't even know who my father is or what he looks like, my mom placed me in foster care because I was a disappointment, but all of that will change on Thursday Night Lockdown when myself and my boy Bryan Blade take on Jorge Garcia.
(Hu$tla stops instantly, and puts his head into his hands. He gags a couple of times, and then regroups himself. The sweat is still pouring off of his face, his shirt turning from light gray to dark gray with sweat in a matter of minutes.)
Hu$tla: The nerves, so damn nervous. This match with Blade against Garcia is more than just a match, more than justa debut; it's a shot at proving my destiny, a shot of not disappointing anyone anymore, a shot of me coming out and showing everyone what it is I am capable of doing.
(He stops again, and shakes his head, throwing sweat off of his forehead. He uses a rag to wipe the rest of the sweat off.)
Hu$tla: I've been known as the underdog and I've been known as the Big Dawg, but I do know that my blood, my sweat, my tears will all be left in that ring come Thursday Night, and my arms will be raised in the air as the winner of the match. I know I may not be a legend yet, but was Bomber Jake a legend when he started? Is he really a legend at all? Whatever the case be though, he’s still proven to be one of the best the HWF has to offer, he has gone toe to toe with the best, won the 4way battle royal match to win the HWF Heavyweight Title, he is the top of the HWF, and continues to be the best. And me, what have I done?
(Hu$tla grabs his head ripping his dew rag off, and pulls his head down. He gags once again, but doesn’t throw up. He cracks his knuckles, and moves his hand around his wristband.)
Hu$tla: Sure, I made the roster, and sure I’m coming to Indianapolis on Thursday night to battle Jorge. However, there is still a hell of a lot of damn pressure on me. If I lose to Jorge, I could fade out, and become a nobody again. I could be on top of the world for 2 minutes and then be the first in line at the Welfare office. Everything is riding on Thursday night. Blade is my boy, I respect his ass, but he better not ruin this shit for me. Jorge does not scare me, no he doesn't. He isn’t anything special, as a matter of fact he isn’t anything at all. He’s one of those kinds of guys that shouldn’t be in this business. Wait, what am I saying? Many people have said I shouldn’t be in this business, but I have to prove them wrong, I have to. I have to show on Lockdown, that I am The Future of this business, the future of the HWF. I have to prove to the world that I am an original Hu$tla.
(Hu$tla runs towards the bathroom area in his locker room, and hurls into the toilet with the thoughts of him never building up for so long plaguing through his head. As he’s sitting there hurling, a man walks up to Hu$tla and touches him on the back. Hu$tla turns his head to look to see who came in, and it’s the manager of Streets Finest, Deshaun Smith. Deshaun goes up behind Hu$tla, and slaps him in the back of the head.)
Deshaun: Hu$tla, you little sissy bitch, what the hell are you puking for? You should be fighting and training, I didn’t get this match for you so you can sit in here and puke your guts out.
(Hu$tla looks Deshaun dead in the eye.)
Hu$tla: Who the HELL are you calling a bitch Deshaun? Just because you're my manager and I pay you to watch my back, gives you no damn right to call me a bitch.
Deshaun: Listen, I can call you what I want. I have yet to see any money from you Hu$tla, just because they call you Hustler, doesn’t mean that you can hustle my money and use it for drugs and sex or whatever the hell it is you use it for.
(Deshaun gets a grin on his face)
Deshaun: Now I know you’re wondering why in the hell I’m here, I came to check on you and see how you were holding up. I haven’t heard from you since you signed with HWF. As manager of Streets Finest, I got you and Blade this shot on Thursday to redeem yourself and prove to the world that ya’ll are not a fluke or jobbers, so I need to know if you are committed to winning. I don’t represent losers now man, so quit the puking shit out and get to training, that’s what Blade is doing. Jorge Garcia is a tough dude, when he was brought in, I read on news sites that he could be the future of the HWF. How the hell does that make you feel? If he is the best, then you should be happy because I told you, I only get you booked against the best and I work for you to get you to the top. Imagine the headlines if you and Blade give Jorge Garcia his first ever HWF defeat. Imagine it Hu$tla, I can see it now: HWF Rookie Hu$tla defeats The Future Jorge Garcia in the middle of the ring 1...2...3... imagine what the crowd will think, imagine what the world will think, imagine what the HWF and everyone else will think when you take out a man who the crowd, who the staff, and who the news sites all completely adore. They will know that you are no joke and not a fluke. I'm here to make sure you and Blade become the best and the brightest in the HWF and move sissies like Jorge Garcia down the ladder as you move up the ladder of success.
Hu$tla: Jorge is a joke. I mean here I am puking, worrying about letting my family down when I have to face this loser. I'll tell you one thing, I may be nervous about competing in the best damn federation in the world, but I am not nervous when it comes to Jorge Garcia. I will defeat his ass in that ring fair and square and all my fans out there will know just who the hell I am and what I am all about.
Deshaun: Don't take him lightly though Hu$tla, that's one thing you cant afford to do. When I seen the door say “The Original" Hu$tla, I expected to come in here, and see a man warming up, getting pumped up about his first shot, instead, I see you drenched in sweat, puking in the toilet, what the hell’s your problem Hu$tla? You should be pumped up, excited, but yet, you’re scared.
Hu$tla: Deshaun, you know me, I aint scared of anyone. Not you, not Jorge Garcia, not Michael Jackson, not Roseanne Barr, Dennis Rodman, or even RuPaul, I fear no one, because that’s just who I am.
Deshaun: That may be, but you’re scared of yourself. You’re scared to lose, let everyone down, and instead of thinking about losing, and making yourself sick, throwing up, gagging, and sweating like your girlfriend after a long night of me and her in the sack, you need to think positive. Why worry whether or not Jorge is all everyone says he is? You’re supposed to be from the streets right? You are a true gangsta aren’t you? Or are you just a wanksta? Which is it?
Hu$tla: I’m a gangsta man. Born and raised. I run the motherfucking streets bitch, I’m more of a gangsta than you ever were or will be.
Deshaun: Well then prove it nigga. Do you think Jorge Garcia is in his locker room puking his guts out right now? Hell naw, I just saw him. He’s taking you lightly. I passed by him at Wendy’s and he was ordering a frostee. He’s out on the town signing autographs like he’s the biggest star on the face of the earth, and you’re in here puking. He’s already got you defeated. If you saw a member of a rival gang in the ring right now, what would you do to him?
Hu$tla: I’d kill that motherfucker. I’d go in there pull out my nine and bust a cap right in between that son of a bitches eyes.
Deshaun: Now, why in the blue hell would you do that?
Hu$tla: Because I’m the only motherfucker from the streets and other niggaz need to realize that.
Deshaun: Okay then, go out there and fucking prove it man. Think of Jorge as a member of one of them gangs you hate. And go out there and but a cap right in his ass and kill that fucker. Now, if I recall correctly, when you signed to the HWF you promised to be The Future of the business. And as the Future, you’re up and coming, you’re the next Hybrid Wrestling Federation Legend. You need to get your head on straight, and get ready for Lockdown, and not be so damn scared.
(Hu$tla shakes his head up and down)
Hu$tla: You don't understand the concept of this sport man, no disrespect Deshaun, but you’re past your prime. If I go out there and get thrown around like a rag doll, then I am a big joke. Everyone remembers the first time of anything, first championship, first kiss, first fuck, first car, and I’m going to remember this first HWF match. You don’t understand how much the nerves are pumping on the inside. You just plain don’t understand Deshaun.
Deshaun: I don’t understand? I won my first match here against Deamon Cohin. I whooped that bitch’s ass all over the ring and humiliated his ass, and you know what Hu$tla? That was my first fucking match as well. Don’t tell me I don’t understand. If you’re scared about getting thrown around like a rag doll, then that’s exactly what will happen. You will get thrown around like a rag doll. You need to quit whining about it and go out there and show the world what you're made of. Prove to them that you're not a joke, go out there and train go pump yourself up. Get ready for your first ever HWF match, get ready to take Jorge Garcia out. Take that bastard out like a boner in speedos.
Hu$tla: I can’t wait until Lockdown. I promise to the entire HWF and to all the fans that I won’t fail, and that my career will be strong in the HWF and one day I will wear gold around my waist. It's my time to shine and this Thursday night, the king of bling, the man known as Hu$tla will beat Jorge Garcia and will then move on to bigger and better things, and maybe I'll even earn myself a World Title Shot.
(You can see the sweat drying up, as his nerves are settling down. He's twisting his wristbands once again.)
Hu$tla: Thursday Night, it’s going to be a war, and Deshaun, believe me, if Bryan Blade and I go down, then we’re taking that stupid bastard Garcia with us.
Deshaun: That’s the attitude I like. Go show them what you got, wrestle your match, wrestle your ass off, and when it comes down to it… you know what to do…
Hu$tla: KICK SOME MOTHAFUCKIN' ASS!!!
(Hu$tla walks out of the locker room.)
Deshaun: Where the hell are you going?
(Deshaun shakes his head, as the camera follows Hu$tla. He’s walking down a hall, where his girlfriend, Lauren Priestley is shown walking towards him.)
Lauren: Hunnybabe, you smell like… like… vomit. You haven’t been smoking the reefer again have you?
Hu$tla: Hell naw, I'm through with that shit, what the hell kind of question is that? You know Lauren, I love you, but you really piss me off sometimes. This is the biggest night of my life coming up, I have a chance to show those people what I am made of, I am going to humiliate that fuckbag Jorge Garcia on Thursday night, and where have you been all day? Definitely not with me, helping me in my moment of need.
Lauren: Well… I’m… I’m Sorry
Hu$tla: You should be DAMN sorry. Now if you don’t mind, I have some business to take care of, and Lauren, if you’re lucky I might see you around later.
Lauren: Carlos, please. Where are you going to go?
Hu$tla: I am going to go make an impact god damn it! Why wait until Thursday Night Lockdown to make my fucking impact? I'll go right now!
Lauren: What do you mean make an impact? Carlos, don't please! We can talk about this!
(Hu$tla walks away from his girlfriend Lauren. She starts crying and runs to his locker room. The show fades to commercial break.)