[A scene opens with Masta Red talking to Chris Watkins in Watkins office. Watkins has a huge picture of himself behind him with gold trim. Masta Red seems to be furious with Watkins for some reason. Watkins just sits there shaking his head.]
Masta Red: Now damnit Watkins. I told you I was tired of your shznit. I have to face some half-pint wrestler in Shawn Steele:? What sewer did you drag this piece of crap out of?
Chris Watkins: Masta Red...
Masta Red: Shut up! Did you see what he did to me. He nearly knocked my fugin' head off. I know you saw the instant replay. Your stupid little commentators showed it about nine hundred times on the 3DW Tron.
Chris Watkins: It was only twice.
Masta Red: WHATEVER! Now you want to do you a favor. What do you want Watkins. I am getting tired and tired of your crap.
Chris Watkins: Look man I know you may be a little disgruntled about what happen at the pay per view. But you have to do this. I realize that you are under alot of the stress.
Masta Red: What are you going to do? Send me spelunking with Smokey the Bear?
Chris Watkins: That's a good idea.
Masta Red: What the f*ck!
Chris Watkins: I was just joking. I want you to go to do a charity offering for the Make A Wish Foundation. Here. [Gives Masta Red a small card.] It starts at four it is two o'clock right now. Therefore, you might want to get a move on. This place is way out in the boon docks.
Masta Red: [Reading card.] Watkins, why does this thing have Make a Fish Foundation on it?
Chris Watkins: Must be some kinda typo or something no biggie.
Masta Red: I think it is a biggie. That logo looks like a fish wrapped around that logo.
Chris Watkins: You must not be fully recoperated from that chairshot that Steele gave ya. You are hallucinating or something. [Gets up out of chair.] Come on Masta, trust me. Would I do you wrong.
Masta Red: Well..
Chris Watkins: Don't answer that. Just go on out to the Make a Fish, I mean Wish Foundation gathering and everything will be peachy keen.
[Watkins begins to move Masta Red towards the door and escorts him out of his office.]
Chris Watkins: Remember this is for the kids.
Masta Red: Yeah, yeah.
[Masta Red begins to walk down the hall rubbing his eyes to make sure that he knows what he is seeing. He just shakes his head and exits the building. He begins to walk to his red Lincoln Navigator that is parked near the end of the parking lot. Masta Red begins to walk to his SUV. He looks at the camera and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: Well what a pay per view. I got a knot on my head the size of a softball. In addition, I have a stablemate that has turned his back on me. That is such a damn shame. How could Shawn Steele be so bent on hatred that he would smack me with a chair causing me to lose a match that I completely dominated. He is pay for that dearly. Now I am sure that Johnny Blaze: is about to crap in his pants cause he plan of Playaz Club dominating 3DW looks rather dim. But don't worry I am a Playaz Club member no matter what biatches we have in it.
[Masta Red finally finds his SUV. He climbs in and begins to speed out of the parking lot. He flies into on coming barely missing an eighteen wheeler. He reads the directions on the card and continues to drive.]
[50 miles and an hour later.]
[Masta Red arrives at a trailer park lot. He stops the SUV and gets out looking around. He quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the piece of paper that Watkins gave him. He reads the direction and sees that he is in the right place.]
Masta Red: That ass Watkins. He done sent me on a wild good chase. When I get my hands on him.
[Masta Red begins to walk into the trailer lot looking around for anyone that he can see, but no one appears to be around. He continues to walk around the trailer lot looking for people but sees no one. He gets to the middle of the trailer lot and leans up against a trailer. He looks around him but still sees no one. Suddenly a old man wearing a camouflage hat with the Confederate flag on it and some camouflage pants comes out of a trailer holding a old rifle. Masta Red is surprised to see the man.]
Masta Red: Whoa there partner.
Old Man: What are you doing here?
Masta Red: I want to know the same answer.
Old Man: Don't get smart with me you dumb negro.
Masta Red: Negro?!
Old Man: Yeah negro you got a problem with that.
[The old man walks up to Masta Red and holds the gun to the side of Masta Red's head. Masta Red falls to his knees and begins to cry hysterically. The old man begins to laugh as Masta Red continues to cry.]
Masta Red: [Crying.] Don't kill me! I have a girlfriend and an undisclosed amount of children. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
Old Man: Heheeeeee. No so tough now are ya boy.
Masta Red: [Crying.] Please. Don't hurt me. I didn't mean to bother you. PLEASE!
Old Man: Hehehe. Begging like a homeless person. Hehehe.
[Masta Red quickly reaches up and grabs the rifle from the man as he is laughing. Masta Red points the gun at the man as he falls as he tries to retreat.]
Masta Red: Now what old man. You think I was going to let some wrinkled old man punk me. You are one dumb muthaf*cka.
Old Man: Bessie!
Bessie [Distant voice.] Yea Pa!
Pa: Get the shotgun!
Bessie [Distant voice.] Okay Pa!
Masta Red: Now hold up. You think I am going to let Bessie come out here and get you a gun? I will blow here through that trailer as soon as I figure out how to use this gun.
[Suddenly a fat stocky woman comes through a trailer's door welding a shotgun. He freezes as she sees Masta Red pointing a rifle right at her head. She drops the shotgun and throws her hands up in the air.]
Bessie Pa! Why didn't you tell me there was a black man out here?!
Pa: I fergot. Kick that shotgun over here so I can get rid of our rodent.
Masta Red: You touch that gun and the rodents will be eating you very soon Bessie.
Bessie Haven't I seen't you befo?
Masta Red: I don't know.
Bessie Yeah, I have. You were on that Electriconal Funeral thing the other night. You got hit with a chair by that Shawn Steele. You are Massa Red. I reckon.
Masta Red: You hit the jackpot there.
[Pa tries to slide over to the shotgun but Masta Red points the gun at him. He freezes and spits some tobacco out in the dirt.]
Masta Red: No, no. Pa.
Pa: So you are Massa Red, huh.
Voice: [Screaming.] MASSA RED!
[Suddenly a very big blonde girl with a huge gap in here mouth. She is wearing a cut up flannel shirt and some cut up jean shorts. The flannel shirt barely contains her rather large breasts from falling out of the shirt. She jumps on Masta Red and begins to kiss him. Masta Red pushes her off him and jumps up. He dusts himself off and looks at the girl like he is about to hit her.]
Masta Red: Who in the hell are you?
Star: My name is Star, I bes your baby's momma.
Masta Red and Pa: What the f*ck!
Star: Yeah. I am expecting and it is yours. Don't you remember before the pay per view the other night.
Masta Red: Umm. no.
Pa: What you do with my daughter you scum bag? I will kill you!
Masta Red: All you are going to do is sit there on your ass.
Star: Don't talk to my Pa like that. You said that I was the best you ever had.
Masta Red: Man the only thing a white girl can do for me is suck my di..
Pa: Shut yer god damn mouth boy. Before I rip yer head off!
Masta Red: Now hold up. I came her for the Make A Wish Foundation not to be attacked and be told that I have another kid.
Pa: Make A Wish? Don't you mean Make A Fish?
Masta Red: Damn that Watkins.
Pa: You mean Chris Watkins! That is our cousin quadruple removed.
Masta Red: No wonder he sent me out here.
Star: What about my baby.
Masta Red: It ain't mine. Okay Pa, let's sign a truce here. [Extends hand to help pick him up.] Alright?
Pa: Sure.
[Masta Red helps Pa and Bessie and Star just stand there looking at them smiling. Masta Red rolls his eyes and walks over to a bench to sit down.]
Pa: Well I will be right back, the Make A Fish festivities don't start until four and it is three thirty now. Come on Bessie let's get ready. Star get in the trailer we got some stuff to talk about. Be right back there Massa Red.
Masta Red: Yeah.
[Pa grabs Star by her hair and drags her into the trailer as Masta Red sits on the bench looking over at the camera.]
Masta Red: And why didn't you help me? I bet you wouldn't even tried to help me would you.
[The camera shakes up and down.]
Masta Red: Yeah right. Okay I now know that Watkins has royally screwed me this time. Sent me to some trailer park full of missing tooth white folks. What is up with that. I am going to kill him. I will deal with Watkins later, but right now my mind is on Shawn or Sean or whomever he is Steele. You really signed a death warrant right there f*cking wit' me causing me to lose my debut match in 3DW, for that your head will be placed on a platter. You know what Steele I did have some respect for you. I mean look at yourself part of the most dominant stable coming up in 3DW, but then you took a turn for the worst. What do you think that you are just going to run over me like I am some little biatch? You think that you will step on me on your way to the top? No little hoe, it don't work like that.
[Masta Red looks over and sees Star doing a strip tease infront of the trailer's window. Masta Red just shakes his head and continues to talk.]
Masta Red: I am too much of a finely tuned athlete just to let you come into the squared circle and try your damnedest to beat me. You may have gotten to the better of me after you ran like the little biatch you are and hit me with that chair, but trust me, come Sunday Impact me and you, no holds barred table grudge match will you get your just due. I knew from the beginning there would be some jealously going on in Playaz Club, too many little conceited biatches tightly woven together. We already have our first little hating biatch in Steele, after I beat your ass I am going to take your unconsious body at drop it at the feet of Blaze and tell him to deal with you.
[Masta Red glances back over at Star and she pulls up her shirt and begins to fondle her rather large breasts. She smiles and begins to whistle out of the gap in her teeth. Masta Red laughs and continues to talk.]
Masta Red: There will be no love between me and you, Steele. Don't expect me to come out to help you when someone is beating your ass, cause you are the hoe here and hoes only come to me. That will send an example to everyone in Playaz Club don't let someone's accomplishments in this federation cloud your judgement, Steele was smart enough to realize that I going to be a future champion here, but he was too stupid to realize that he can't beat me. Steele Sunday come Sunday a table will be in your future, I can promise you that one.
[Pa, Star and Bessie walk out of the trailer looking rather happy as they see Masta Red sitting at a table. Pa walks up to Masta Red and begins to talk.]
Pa: Ya ready to go?
Masta Red: Yeah.
Pa: Good.
[Pa, Star, Bessie and Masta Red begin to walk down a dirt road that leads into a large clearing. They begins to walk through some shrubbery and come to a rather large gymnasium looking building. They enter the building and see about two hundred people in the gym square dancing. Masta Red just shakes his head in grief and walks around. Pa runs up to the DJ's booth and turns off the mic and begins to talk.]
Pa: Can I get yer attention. Today we have a special guest wit us today. Our cousin Chris Watkins has sent us one of his superstars from 3DW. That superstar goes by the name of Massa Red. Everyone welcome Massa Red.
[Masta Red walks up to the DJ's stand and grabs the mic as the scene fades.]
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