[A scene opens with Masta Red at a local BlockBuster Music signing autographs for the fans of the aWa. There are tons of people lined up in his line, taking pictures of him, Masta Red kissing babies, signing pictures and other things. Suddenly a group of very large men push their way to the front of the line and just look Masta Red in the face and slam down a picture of Masta Red.]
Man: Naw, I don't want you to sign it asshole. I want to take you on right now for all of the marbles.
Masta Red: Umm.. Sure ya do.
Man: I ain't fucking playin' with you hoe. Get up and fight like a man.
[The man raises his arm and smashes Masta Red's table into two. Masta Red just look over at the man like what in the hell does he think he doing.]
Masta Red: WOW, that showed me alot of strength, you just broke a table. I mean that has to be very hard and difficult to do. I am afraid of you.
Man: I know you is. You know you are just like all of those punk ass wrestlers. Think that you are all of that then when it comes down to a real fight you can't compete. I am offering you a personal invitation to come to some real fighting. [Reaches into pocket and pulls out a flyer.] You come here tonight then I will kick your ass like a real man should.
Masta Red: What is your name son?
Tigris: My name boy is Tigris.
Masta Red: Well Tigris, I have better things to worry about then your little challenge at the moment like defending my aWa World Title, this Sunday againist Brian "Action" Jackson. So I tell you what Tigris, I will come to this little backyard fighting that yall have and I will watch you. I already know you ain't worth fighting so I am not going to waste my time tryin' to fight you, but what I am going to do it distract you and make you see what I have to do through everyday son.
Tigris: Aight, you do that. You come see how us real men take on competition. Come on let's go.
[Tigris and the men with him leave as Masta Red stands up and waves to them as they turn around looking at him. A janitor brings in a new table and sets everything back up and Masta Red continues to sign autographs for the fans that are still there.]
[33 minutes later.]
[All of the fans have stopped coming and Masta Red is setting up to go home. Masta Red begins to walk up to his Lincoln Navigator when he stops and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: Well, well, well. There is alot of drama around the World Title match coming up at No Point of Return. We have a pissed off asshole for a ref named, Bryan "Bry2k" Allen, then we have our little Jackson 5 reject that goes by the name of Brian "Action" Jackson, then we have myself, the aWa World HeavyWeight Champion, stuck in a mudhole with no rope to pull myself out of it. We have two men with different ways to spell the same name, but in my mind, both of their names means, little f'n hater, cause that is all that they are. I will dwell on Bry2k first. Now, I can see what you are offended Bry2k, I can see where you anger, grief and drama in your life. I mean first off, I booted your ass out of the ring and claimed the World Title, then Jackson kicked your ass in the ring for the 1,2,3. It looks to me as if you just can't win huh? So since you can't win you are going to be all huffy and puffy at me, for telling you the truth right. Well Bryan I tell you this, right now, if you even think about trying to screw me out of me retaining my aWa World Title, I will personally come to your trailer out in Minnesota and beat your ass infront of your whore wife and your mal-nutritioned children. Bry2k, you actually think I am afraid of you for some reason or another? No I am not, you are nothing but a mere little person in a big man's world and I am that big man here. You are going to try to slip in your cheap shots and try the fast counts and all of the other tactics to get the title out of my grasp, but it is not going to work. Bryan, don't try me son, you are going to end up missing a couple of limbs.
[Masta Red climbs into his Navigator and speeds off. The scene fades.]
[The scenes opens back up as darkness has fallen on downtown Atlanta. It shows Masta Red driving down the streets going to the event. He has his flyer in his hand reading the directions to go to the place.]
Masta Red: Hidden drive, after 4th Street.
[Masta Red continues to look on the side of the streets until he sees a dirt path that he turns into and begins to drive down the dirt road. He begins to see a bunch of lights up ahead and then he sees a man run out of the woods with a flashlight and a billyclub. He flags down Masta Red's Navigator and begins to talk.]
Man: What the hell are you doing here? You are trepassing on private property asshole.
Masta Red: Damn you guys have a foul mouth.
[Masta Red grabs his flyer and flashes in in the man's face. He shakes his head and lets Masta Red go on in. Masta Red drives down the road alittle more to see a very large ditch with a octagon like cage in the middle of the ditch. There are cars parked all around the outside of the ditch and bleachers down around the cage where they are almost filled to capacity. Masta Red parks his Navigator and gets out. He walks up to a guy that seems to be sailing tickets.]
Masta Red: Hey you sellin' tickets to this thing?
Guy: Yeah.
Masta Red: How much are the tickets.
Guy: $30 bucks.
Masta Red: Damn.
[Masta Red reaches into his wallet and gives the man $30 and walks into the gate. Masta Red goes over and sits on the bleacher. There are a couple of men standing around talking about the event that is about to happen.]
Man 1: You know what, I am glad that I came this week, I heard some major superstar is going to be here.
Man 2: Yeah me too, it is Masta Red, the aWa World Champion. He is suppose to come and watch Tigris fight tonight against Killa.
Man 1: Well he came to the right fight cause this is going to be a classic. Probably as good as Tigris againist Maxium.
Man 3: Yeah, that was a good one.
[Masta Red looks over at the men and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: Could you tell me about this Tigris guy?
Man 3: Sure, he is big, black, and a bad ass.
Man 1: Man he wants to know more than that. Tigris is the champion here, his record stands at 100 and 0, he has never been defeated or tied. He has nearly killed everyman that has faced him in the 'Gon, that is what he call that cage there. Man you are a pretty big dude, why ain't you fighting in there, you could be a good punching dummy for Tigris.
Masta Red: Ha! Why should I worry about this low talent backyard fighting. I have better things to worry about.
[Masta Red pulls up his shirt to show the aWa World Heavyweight Title hidden under his shirt.]
Masta Red: Ya heard me?
Man 2: OHH SHIT! You are MASTA RED!
Masta Red: Ya I am, but don't tell anyone, where are the lockerrooms?
[The men point to a small building to the left.]
Masta Red: Thanks.
[Masta Red begins to walk over to the building as the men begin to talk about Masta Red. He knocks on the door and it comes open. He walks in and sees Tigris lifting some weights preparing for the match.]
Masta Red: Hey, Tigris, I have heard alot about ya.
Tigris: Oh, so you did show up huh? Well I will give you a show that you won't ever forget.
Masta Red: I am sure you will, but right now. I am just waiting to see what you have to offer.
Tigris: I have alot of offer son, you just wait and see.
Masta Red: Yeah.
[Masta Red walks out of the building and back to the bleachers and seats down. He begins to watch some of the fight between a couple of little men, he looks over at the camera and continues to talk.]
Masta Red: Well the saga continues as Action Jackson is next on my mind. Well Jackson, you seemed to be running away from me like the little biatch you are. I was cleared of the murder charges, cause I have never been to Mexico in all entire life, I have witnesses and everything to that. So while you are out there saying false accusations, they have fell right into your nappy ass afro and you can't get it out. Now you have dug a whole too deep for your to get out of and it will be your ulitmate downfall. The cards are not stacked in your favor, Bry2k still has a grudge againist you, but there are going to be stacked once, I enter the ring and then you crumble to the floor due to shock, then the cards are stacked against you. I know you are afraid to face me and you are going to try to pull every dirty little trick in the book, hit me with a chair, gouge the eyes, and get some things to help you and that thing I am talking about is your monkey. If that little lice infected, E. Boli, causing furball even gets close enough to breath on me, I promise you that he will be the only member of your family that I will kill. Jackson, you are one of the problems today with the African American people today. You are trying to live off your daddy, you are hating on the prosperity that I have gotten, then you want to take what I have so you can have it, but one thing is for sure it ain't going to happen playa. You see I am ahead of the game here Jackson, I know what you are like, trying to grow off other people's popularity, but you will get nothing here. When Sunday comes, you will get the beaten that your father should have given you. If you actually think you are going to win Jackson, you my son, are beyond the point of stupid. Jackson, your days are numbered playa, you don't have a chance in hell.
[A man that is dressed up as Michael Buffer comes out and stands infront of the 'Gon with a mic in his hands. He begins to quiet down the crowd and begins to talk.]
Mike Buffy: Hello everyone. My name is Mike Buffy. For the hundreds in attention and that little fat kid right there eating a hot dog. Ladies and gentlemen, LETTTTTTTTTTTTT'SSSSS GETTTTTTTT READY TO KICK SOME ASSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
[The fans begin to get excited as pryos begin to erupt from fireworks that are mounted on the corners of the 'Gon. Killa comes out wearing a black jeans and has his fists taped up. He gets in the 'Gon and is booed by the crowd. Pryos begin to pour of the corner posts of the 'Gon as Tigris comes out wearing tiger striped pants and looking very intimidating. The fans there give him an immediate pop. He begins to prance around the ring with his hands up in the air. He pulls Buffy down to him and whispers something in his ear.]
Mike Buffy: Tigris has dedicated his match to a fan of his in the crowd. This man is well know throughout the world, he is the current aWa World Heavyweight Champion, MASTA RED!
[Masta Red stansds up and all of the fans begin to cheer and hoot. Masta Red sits down and a referee jumps into the 'Gon and begins to start the match.]
Referee: Are you ready? Are you ready? Let's get it on.
[Tigris and Killa squares off. Killa leans in with a kick to the side of Tigris that is blocked. Tigris hits Killa straight in the jaw and Killa goes tumbling down the the mat. Tigris begins to walk around gloating. Killa get up and perform a drop toe hold on Tigris and begins to kick him in the side. He picks Tigris up and punches him in the stomach and uppercuts him. Tigris staggers back and falls into the 'Gon's walls. He wipes some blood of his mouth and charges in at Killa with a fury of punches to the face and side. Tigris performs a side roundhouse kick that knocks Killa off his feet and he hits the mat hard. Tigris runs over and picks him up and continues to pummel him with punches to the head and stomach. Tigris delivers a gut punch and Killa falls to his knees in incredible pain.]
Tigris: It is over.
[Tigris raises his fist, but hears Masta Red say something.]
Masta Red: Hey playa, you suck, I should come in that ring and beat your ass right now.
[Tigris walks over to the side of the 'Gon and begins to yell at Masta Red as Masta Red is just sitting there laughing. Killa begins to get up, he kicks Tigris in the back of the leg and Tigris falls to one knee. Killa clothslines Tigris back and Tigris rolls back some but springs up. He is a bloody mess from the clothsline. Tigris rush back in but gets his with a kick to the midsection which staggers him back some. Killa continues to punch and kick, but Tigris is blocking most of the blows. Tigris sneaks in a kick to the inside of Killa's leg that sends Killa down. Tigris raises his foot and stomps on Killa's abdomen. Killa begins to spew out blood as the ref runs in and moves Tigris out of the way. He begins to walk around the 'Gon with his hands in the air as the fans begin to chant his name.]
Mike Buffy: The winner of this match and still undefeated, TIGRIS!!!!!!!
[Tigris walks out of the 'Gon and walks right up to Masta Red.]
Masta Red: Well, good show, good show. I distracted you one time and you got all outta sync huh.
Tigris: Shut up man. I want you next.
Masta Red: You see that guy right there. You would look alot worse than he did if you ever tried to face me son. I tell you what, I will take on your little challenge, sometime in the near future. Then we will see how good, you really are. But for what I just say you ain't to good playa.
Tigris: I can't wait to get my claws into your ass.
Masta Red: I am sure that you can't. By the way, go back to the lockerroom, you have some blood dripping from your mouth.
[Tigris licks the blood off his mouth and spits it right infront of Masta Red and walks off to the back as Masta Red just looks at him. Masta Red turns around and walks back to his Navigator. He gets in it and pulls off. He turns off the dirt road and stops at the stoplight on 4th Street. He looks over at the camera and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: Action Jackson, you dreams are just about over in only 5 days, I will get you in the ring, beat you from pillar to post, then I will take your broken body then pin your for the 1,2,3. But you know there is always the chance that I might be jumped by that little biatch of a ref, he knows who I am talkin to. If you get in my way, you will end up just like Jackson. And that my son, is a way that you don't want to end up like.
[The camera fades as Masta Red speeds off from the stoplight.]
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