[A scene opens with Masta Red standing on the outside of Chuck E. Cheeses restaurant wearing a gray Fubu jersey and khaki pants. He walks in Chuck E. Cheese's and sees a girl standing in front of him.]
Girl: Hi sir may I help you?
Masta Red: Yeah I came here for a party.
Girl: What party sir?
Masta Red: The Bradford party, it is the party for my relatives.
Girl: Oh they are over there. Have a good day.
Masta Red: Yeah.
[Masta Red walks over to the table where his relatives are and sits down. He sits down and everyone begins to talk to him.]
Man: Sup Red, good to see you could make it.
Masta Red: Yeah.
Man: Sorry to hear about what happen in aWa I thought you would kill him.
Masta Red: Don't even talk about it pimp. So what is going on, what are we waiting for?
Man: For our pizzas to get here. We have been waiting about 20 minutes and no pizzas have came out yet.
Masta Red: I'll get em. What is the table number?
Man: 29.
[Masta Red walks over to the front counter and talks to the cashier who is wearing a rat mouthpiece.]
Masta Red: Hey rat girl, can we get our pizzas over here at table 29.
Cashier: There is a 15 minutes waiting period so the cooks can get the pizza ready back there sir.
Masta Red: Well you need to hurry up the process. I don't have all day to be waiting here for a damn pizza.
Cashier: It is coming sir.
Masta Red: Yeah right.
[Masta Red walks over to the change machine and gets five dollars worth of tokens. He calls some of the kids over and gives him some of the tokens to add to the ones that they already have. They start running around Chuck E. Cheeses playing the games. Masta Red reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of tokens that he has left. He walks up to a water-ski game and waits for the little boy to finish.]
Masta Red: Ghost From Hell, I thought when Wednesday came that you would actually be a challenge to me, I mean being a member of The Brood is big stuff. You must be talented, but I don't see it. I know what it is, you are talented in the squared circle. I mean you can do corkscrew backflips and stuff like that right? Well maybe not, so that leads me to one conclusion. You GFH, plainly suck. I mean there is no other way to state it. You actually think that you can beat me, which is something that is not going to happen. You talk about how big and tough you are, yet you are nothing but a mere, fourth rate wrestler that is trying to stay from the bottom of the fed where you are currently at. GFH, you can tell your mother and your daddy how good you are cause the only thing that they see is their son on the screen. However, when you get into the ring and the wrestler in the back also see you what the truth is. Then you will realize that you aren't too much of a wrestler.
[The little kid gets mad cause he lost. Masta Red stands up and begins to walk towards the game with the kid quickly puts two more tokens into the machine and continues playing. Masta Red sighs and sits back down.]
Masta Red: GFH There is nothing left to say about you other than you royally suck at wrestling. The Brood is a stable full of little no talent pussies like yourself and there is no way possible that you will be able to beat me. Not just cause I am in CBK, but I am JUST THAT DAMN GOOD! While you are not even close. I hope you actually look at the tapes to help you a little in the match tomorrow, you are going to need all of the preparation in the world to beat me, but even all of that may not be enough. You are not ready for this me GFH, you are not ready.
[The little kid begins to throw a tantrum as he loses again right before the finish line. He gets mad and kicks the machine then jumps back on it and begins to rock on it while the demo is playing Masta Red gets up and taps the kid on the shoulder.]
Masta Red: Hey kid, let me get on this for awhile.
Kid: Who the f*ck is you?
Masta Red: Excuse me?
Kid: You heard me dipsh*t, who the f*ck is you?
Masta Red: Little kid got a foul mouth I think you need some Dial soap, how old are you kid?
Kid: I am eight you sh*t. I don't care what you say punk.
Masta Red: Look kid, get off the game and I will buy you a cookie.
Kid: Ohhhh a cookie, why don't you take that cookie and stick it up your ass.
[Masta Red looks around as he can't believe that is getting punked by some eight-year-old child. Masta Red just shakes his head and walks away from the kid. He goes over to take a couple of shots at the basketball game. He hears some shuffling feet. He turns around and the kid kicks Masta Red in the knee. Masta Red just laughs and grabs the kid. He holds him up in the air by his shirt. He walks over to the middle of the floor and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: Whose bad ass kid is this?
Kid: Let me go! LET ME GO! [Cries.] I am going to tell my mommy.
Masta Red: Mommy can't save you now you little brat.
[Suddenly a very large woman walks up and looks at Masta Red. Masta Red smiles as he still has the kid hanging up in the air.]
Masta Red: This your kid?
Woman: Yeah it is.
[Masta Red drops the kid and he runs behind his mother.]
Masta Red: You need to teach that kid some manners, mam.
Woman: No what I need to do is bust your head with this pizza pan.
Masta Red: Mam, you really don't want bloodshed here today and it won't be mine okay.
Woman: Is that a threat. [Walks up in Masta Red's face.]
Masta Red: No, but I bet you could use some Winterfresh gum.
[Masta Red backs up from the lady trying not to laugh in her face. He walks away from the lady laughing a little as she begins to fuss at the little boy. Masta Red puts some tokens into the game, sits down, and begins to play it.]
Masta Red: Hey this game is fun. GFH, I am tired of talking about you, you are wasting the oxygen intake into my body. On the other hand, maybe my sinuses are still stopped up from that lady's bad breath either way it goes, I am threw with you at the moment GFH. You will get your at Horror, leave it as that.
[Masta Red hits a jump in the game and slides off the ski thing he jumps back on to hear the laughter of all of the people in Chuck E. Cheese's. He begins to laugh as he continues to fly down the course.]
Masta Red: Now onto other business, my fellow CBK members, I think time is due for us to get rid of all of The Brood and whatever else faggot stable that is out there. I look around at all of us and I see nothing but talent, nothing but skill, nothing but charisma, yet we are not showing it at all. We need to crush all opposition here in TCW, so CBK can be the stable that will led TCW into the future and out of the past where it is at right now. There are titles in which we do not hold and titles that we do hold. The Universal Title will be the next title that I will add to our title hoard. I can guarantee that one.
[Masta Red hits another jump but stays on this time. He looks at the results as the game is over as he passed the finish line. He is 19th out of 20 racers. Masta Red shakes his head, jumps off the ski, and walks back over to the table where his relatives are. They are busy eating a hot pizza. Masta Red can see the steam coming from the pizza about 10 feet away. He goes over and they have 4 pieces set aside for Masta Red.]
Man: Here ya go Masta. We set some pizza aside for you.
Masta Red: Thanks. Are yall coming to see me wrestle Wednesday against GFH?
Man: Who is GFH?
Masta Red: Don't worry about that, are yall coming though?
Man: Yeah we always come. We have to see the only superstar that we have in the family. We are going to give you all of the support you need.
Masta Red: Thanks. Well it is 3:45; I have a therapy session to go to about my thigh. See ya later.
[Masta Red grabs the pizza and eats some of it as he exits the building. He stops and eats the pizza and he sees the door swing open behind him. It is that little kid and his mother. The little kid run at Masta Red and begins to swing at Masta Red. Masta Red puts his hand on the kid's head and just lets him swing himself tired. His mother begins to grunt and get upset Masta Red just pushes the little kid back to his mother and walks away. He gets into his Lincoln Navigator and begins to talk.]
Masta Red: GFH, you are as good as beaten son. I can't wait until I get you in the ring and beat the ever-living shznit out of you son. You are going to pay for your remarks about me. The Universal Title is next, Hawk, watch your ass.
[Masta Red pulls off speeding away as the camera fades.]
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