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(A scene opens with Masta Red standing outside of a airport looking around trying to catch his flight to go to St. Louis before this Sunday. He is runing down the halls knocking people out of the way and jumps over luggage left in the middle of the halls. He looks down at his ticket looking for the gate.)
Masta Red *huff, huff* Gate 12, gate 12. Gotta find gate 12.
(Masta Red is running lookiup up at the gate numbers on the halls going out to the planes. He looks up and sees Gate 12 and turns and begins to run down the hall until he gets to the end of the hall and sees a stewardess standing there smiling.)
Stewardess: May I help you sir?
Masta Red Yeah how much longer do I have before this plane leaves?
Stewardess: A good 30 to 40 minutes sir.
Masta Red What? My watch is that fast!
Stewardess: It must be so sir, sorry for the inconvience.
Masta Red Damn!
(Masta Red grabs his luggage and walks back down the hall and goes into the main area and sits down next to some big fat hairy guy that is wearing a " "Delicious" Divine t-shirt." He looks over at Masta Red and rolls his eyes and moves down a couple of seats looking over at Masta Red with a disgusted look.)
Masta Red F*ck you! You damn fag! You think I want to sit by a fag like you huh?
(The man gets up and is about 6'5" 380. He grabs Masta Red by the t-shirt and picks him up in the air. Masta Red kicks the man in the nuts and begins to kick him in the stomach and he falls over on the floor holding his nuts.)
Masta Red You damn fag, I am going to do your little idol like this Sunday.
(Masta Red rips the Divine t-shirt off the man and throws it in the trash as he continues to pummel the man.)
Big Man: HELP ME! HELP ME! Someone call the police!
(Masta Red continues to kick the man in the stomach and in the back of the head. Suddenly a group of police officers come up behind Masta Red with cans of mace and spray it into Masta Red's eyes as the man rolls around on the ground trying to cover hisself up.)
Masta Red AAAAAWWWWWW!! You son uva b*tch!
Policeman 1: Shut up! And get on the floor now. Spread em'!
(Masta Red gets on the floor trying to get the mace out of his eyes as the other police officier comes over to help the man.)
Policeman 2: Are you alright mam?
Masta Red That ain't no lady, that is a dude!!
Policeman 1: Shuddup!
(He cuffs Masta Red and throws him up againist the wall and begins to frisk him looking for weapons.)
Big Man: Yes sir, thank you soo much, could you get me my shirt?
Policeman 2: No problem mam. Are you going to press charges?
Big Man: No, I will let Divine deal with him Sunday.
Policeman 2: Hey!!!!!! That means that is Masta Red over there. We have been looking for you son! You are under suspicision of child molestation.
Masta Red WHAT!!!
(Masta Red is escorted to the airport's jail where he is put in a room where he is being questioned by the policemen that arrested him.)
Policeman 1: Okay, state your name.
Masta Red Masta Red, you dumbass.
(The Policeman raises his fist as to slap Masta Red but the other policeman stops him.)
Policeman 1: Are you a convicted child molester?
Masta Red No you dickhead, that fag Divine is the only child molester around here.
Policeman 2: Why did you beat up that poor defenseless woman in there?
Masta Red WHAT! That wasn't a broad! It was a man, you saw he didn't have a bra on didn't you, you stupid prick.
Policeman 1: What about this.
(The man grabs a remote and turns on the t.v. and it shows that same episode of Loveline. It shows the parts of when Divine posed as Masta Red. The Policeman turns off the t.v. and continues talking.)
Policeman 1: Was that you?
Masta Red Now I don't sound like a little girl do I? That was that big lard ass queer Divine doing that. He doens't want to get his ass kicked by me so he is tryin' to get me arrested for his little queer fantasies that he has. That little b*tch can kiss my ass eventhough I know he wants to, that damn fag.
Policeman 2: If that wasn't you who was it?
Masta Red Damn did Divine cum in your ear? It was Divine, you moron.
(The Policemen go over to the corner to converse for a couple of minutes as Masta Red sits there looking at them. They split up and look at Masta Red.)
Policeman 2: We have made the decision to jail you for tonight.
Masta Red What? I got a wrestling match tomorrow! You can't do this, I have rights here.
Policeman 1: But I can jail you on assault and battery. Put him in the cell.
(The other policeman grabs Masta Red and takes him down the hall to the temporary holding cells, he takes off the cuffs and throws him in the cell.)
Masta Red I GET A PHONE CALL!!!! I GOT ONE F'N PHONE CALL! Shznit, you see what fags get you into a whole mess a trouble, but I know one fag that has bitten off more than he can chew and that is Divine, you see he really pissed me off the other day, running off at the mouth talking all of this hoopla about bullshznit that has NOTHING to do with me, so I will not address the matter because it is personal there, but as for him I have alot to say about him. Hey! I want me phone call and all my stuff back.
(The policeman opens up the cell door and let's Masta Red out and he goes over to the phone. He takes 35 cents out of his pocket and puts it in the money slot.)
Masta Red Who to call, who to call? AHHH!!! My mom, she will wire me the money. Hey punk how much is my bail?
Policeman 2: (distant voice.) $1,000 bucks.
(Masta Red quickly dials a number and it rings 3 times before someone picks up.)
Masta Red Mom, I need some help, I have been arrested again, and I need some money to get out, you know I will pay you back. I need $1,000 bucks.
Masta's Mom: Of course, suga. I will send it Western Union just for you.
Masta Red Thank you mom, I love you!
Masta's Mom: No problem baby, I love you.
Masta Red Mom, one more thing, what do you think about fags?
Masta's Mom: They should burn in hell with the rest of the sinners out there.
Masta Red I know mom, bye.
(Masta Red hangs up the phone and looks over to the camera and begins to talk.)
Masta Red Well, I got money on the way and I got Divine on my mind and it is time to deal with him. Divine, Divine, I am sure that you are a man that thinks that you knows exactly what he is talking about when he speaks, but I am not to sure that you know what you are talking about here son. You claim to be this big time wrestler with all of these classic matches againist people who have fell off the face on the e-fed world and you actually think that is going to help you prepare for me, by watching your fat jiggle so you can get excited and get a boner and lose a couple of calories nutting on yourself. Well, what ever sick little fantasies you can think of you, I don't really care, all you need to do for me is come to Kansas City this Sunday and prepare for the first class ass kicking that is coming your way curtosey of Masta Red, the man that you wish you could beat. Divine, I have sat back and listened to all of your drama and it has only make me look at you in another light and that light is, man you plainly "suck". There isn't even a level here for you to compete in, you are such a bad wrestler. I couldn't believe it when you just showed me that you are horriable man and you are not the wrestler that many think you are and this week was a perfect example of this, as you showed low, low class, the raping of an old man, tryin' to be me, and all the other queer stuff that I could careless about. But you have mistaken me for the man that I am not, a man that is afraid of you. You thik I am afraid of how your little mind works, that doesn't worry me one single bit at all. I watched you come to the camera time and time again, talking about how you are going to rape, me how you are going to do this and do that, aww hell the only thing that you will be doing come Sunday is getting my foot shoved up your and that will be the end of your anal sex feelings.
(One of the policeman comes to the back with the keys and unlocks the doors and lets Masta Red out.)
Policeman 1: Your bail came through you are free to go.
Masta Red Good, you will here from me in a couple of days, you punk, you just wait.
(Masta Red grabs all of his stuff out of the questioning room and runs back down the halls and gets to Gate 12, he sees that same stewardess standing there smiling.)
Masta Red I haven't missed the flight have I?
Stewardess: Nope, actually you are right now time. I was just about to call everyone here to board the plane.
Masta Red Cool.
(Masta Red picks up his luggage and goes to board the plane, he goes right to the front of the plane and sits down to see that it is already fairly crowded. He gets into a row that isn't crowed and gets a window seat and sits down. He looks over to the camera and begins to talk.)
Masta Red Okay it seems to me, that one major thing about Divine, is that he is just a big jealous faggot. He has criticized me about everything that I have done while I was here in the aWa, I have beat Mark Smith, no once but twice and now I will go to Coma Tour and beat him up and down and all around the Kemper Arena in Kansas City, it looks like he changed to place on us huh? Well that doesn't matter one bit son, as I will kick your ass no matter where we are at, the grocery store, the pier, or even in air. I will beat you easily and you will run to the corner looking for some dick to suck, then wipe the nut all over your face and run back to the lockerroom afraid of the man that just beat you for the 1,2,3. I actually thought at one time that you would be the aWa World Champion Divine, I actually did, then I saw how bad you were in these past weeks and now you are just another mid-carder that is trying to climb that mountain to the top of the federation. Win or lose, I will still come out on top here, either you will suffer internal injuries, or you wil bleed yourself into submission, it doesn't matter to me son. I am going to embrass you infront of you little fag friends, like that dude I beat up earlier, what I did to him will not even match up to what I am about to do to you.
(Masta Red puts his bag under his seat and looks up to see that same fag looking that he beat up earlier looking at him with anger in his eyes. Masta Red just looks at him and shakes his head.)
Masta Red Look man, I don't need you harassing me for the rest of the trip, so leave me the f*ck alone okay?
Big Man: F*ck that, I am going to get in your ass.
Masta Red Ummm no.
(Masta Red quickly punches the man in the nose and he falls back to the seat across the aisle. Masta Red grabs him and puts him in the sleeper for a couple of seconds he lets him go and the man in dead asleep in the chair.)
Masta Red That should keep him knocked out until we get to KC. Divine, you ain't ready son, you can claim to be this and that and all the other stuff you can only dream about being but I will show you that all you have is Tito in your corner and no talent coming out of your ass. I can't wait till I get you again in the ring so I can slap you upside the face with my right boot and you will sit there and realize that I am too much man even for you to take on son. Divine, you are DEAD!!
(Masta Red gets himself situated and sits back down in his chair as the stewardess comes out and tells everyone to get ready for the flight. Masta Red puts on him heads phone as the scene fades.)
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