Post by Selene Cole on Feb 21, 2015 0:09:17 GMT
Personal Information
Name: Steve
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Wrestler Information
Name: Selene Cole
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 155 lbs
Hometown: Manhattan, New York
Alignment: Nuetral (can go either depending on the situation)
Detailed Entrance:
Thugged Out Millitainment "Def Jam Vendetta"
We comin at y'all, straight to the STREEE-EEEETS!
Yeah, we have the M.O.P. sh** - the M.O.P. sh**
Just thug n***az showin us love - showin us love
It will be returned
[Noreaga] + (Billy Danze)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!)
The lights flicker in different colors in an alternating pattern and the crowd begins to get pumped up right along with the man standing just out of veiw. Selene positions the hood of her vest so it stops just above her eyes and stares straight ahead, the lower half of his face already covered by a skeletal bandanda.
[Billy D] C.N.N.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[Billy D] M.O.P.
[Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu!
[CNN+MOP] I still
[Famesta] Don't doubt you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[Famesta] Don't give a f*** about you
[CNN+MOP] Still
[Famesta] Get at you and hit at you and knock somethin out you!
As Famesta screams out the last three words of his sentence Selene steps out into the veiw of the fans and does a pose that her trainers made famous back in the independents "Guns Up" by bending his pinky and ring fingers of both hands toward his palms and then pointing his straight fingers and thumbs skyward. She muffedly screams out "Ratta-tat-tat" from under the bandana as the fans let loose how they feel about her. Letting both the positive and negative reactions if there are any soak in for a moment before making his way toward the ringside area. Once Selene makes it to the ring she hops onto the apron, slingshots herself over the top rope, and steadies herself on the middle rope. She looks out at the crowd for a moment before tossing a fist straight up into the air for one final pop before descending from her perch and removing the hooded vest and bandana.
Wrestling Style: Mix of street fighting and aerial offense
Finishing Move: KDBDA (Knock Da Block off Dat Ass)-KO Elbow aka Roaring Elbow to the back of the head
Trademark Moves:
History: New trainee from the NLS Training School.
Further Information
Sample Roleplay:
Act I: Self Doubt and an Unexpected Meeting
Characters Used/Mentioned: Maleek Weathers and Y’Layna Bryant
Date/Time: Aftermath of DeMarcus Gresham vs Maleek Weathers
Camera: On
Maleek is leaning against a wall backstage after being looked over by the medical staff of Pride. He has fresh stitches in his forehead that have closed the cut on his forehead. The young man from New York shakes his head as he thinks about how much he has taken his eye off the ball on this night. The words of his victorious adversary echoing in his mind.
“Right on time or too soon.”
The words slowly fade to the one bit of advice veteran grappler SM Raye has always told him and the rest of the kids growing up, ‘Timing is everything’. There is a clear doubt in the young man’s eyes as he thinks about what transpired in his first opportunity against the man he has always considered a brother in Sean Mendez Jr. That fall that has been seen, felt, and heard around the entire world. The fall that nearly ended his career before it really started. The fall that nearly robbed him of everything has worked so hard to achieve. Now the entire roster is thinking that his early success has been nothing, but a fluke. That he is nothing more than damaged goods and Maleek cannot help, but start to think that they are correct in that assumption.
Maleek Weathers: He was rite.. Da nigga was rite. I shod have listened to da docs ‘n’ took da time off.. Da three or so months to recover wodn’t have been so bad. I cod of handled being away fo’ dat long codn’t I? I mean..
He stops himself before he says more and reverts from speaking aloud back to inner dialogue for a moment.
Maleek Weathers: Now I got not ONLY SJ, but Julian Savell, and Brandon Young as well.. Pride World Title.. Am I seriously thinking I’m even in da runnin’ really? C’mon Mali wake up ‘n’ smell da gun powda.
Brooklyn’s Finest counts the names off with his fingers.
Maleek Weathers: Brandon Young.. Mo’ or less made two niggas tap out not too lon’ ago. Da nigga is hungry ‘n’ got talent out da ass ain’t gon try to deny dat. Da guy got da tools. Fo’ betta or fo’ worse. Plus I ain’t gon lie who wodn’t wanna smash his ‘bestie’. Doe not lookin’ fo’ dat rite nah.. Got all da woman I can handle ‘n’ mo’ at home waitin’. Not sho’ which is mo’ da issue.. Him tryna pin me in da match or rape me.. Nothin’ against gay people just prefer my ass rocket free...
He drops the finger.
Maleek Weathers: Julian Savell.. As much as I hate to admit it da nigga is decent in da rin’.. May not honestly save a fart in da mittens, ba can’t deny he’s a threat… ‘n’ probably da second biggest one in da match to be perfectly honest ‘bout it. Dat stomp doe… Gotta watch out fo’ dat shit.. Take out da key part of his arsenal ‘n’ he ain’t got shit.. Ev’rythin’... Ev’ry step.. Ev’ry move.. Ev’ry hold leads to dat.. Dat is not a road to tread on lightly…
He drops that finger, leaving only one left standing.
Maleek Weathers: Sean Mendez Jr… Da reignin’ ‘n’ defendin’ champion.. Da brotha figure dat has been dere foreva… Da guy dat has been dere through all da highs ‘n’ lows.. Da nigga ya tried to mold yaself to be just as good as if not betta.. Mali.. ‘n’ he was da one who handed ya dat first loss.. He was da nigga dat bested ya fo’ da Pride Championship ‘n’ damn near ended ya career… Ya know he’ll take any route to keep dat belt ‘n’ ya ass tryna meet him at maybe sixty percent ‘n’ think ya got a chance when he took ya to da limit at one hundred… Wha da fuck ya thinkin’ Maleek.. Shit.. What da fuck am I thinkin’?
Maleek leans back against the wall and lets the back of his head lay against the cold bricks. His nerves twitch a moment, showing the damage he tries to hide as he begins to do what he always does when his nerves are coursing, sing. The song exiting his lips he is hoping will be his first single, once he gets signed somewhere that is.
Maleek Weathers: Has anybody seen.. All my wasted love.. I been down ev’ry street, still I won’t give up..
Maleek looks up and mouths ‘I’m sorry’, aiming the message toward an obvious source.
Maleek Weathers: And bring back to me... All my... Wasted...Love…
Maleek closes his eyes as he continues to hum, following the beat to the song, not quite blissfully unaware that he has company. Y'layna Bryant, manager to some of the biggest stars in the industry walks up to him. There is a look of concern on her face. She lightly taps him on his shoulder to get his attention.
Y'layna Bryant: Mr. Weathers.
A warm smile comes across her face as she stands in front of him.
Maleek opens his eyes slowly, despite himself a smile slowly grows on his face.
Maleek Weathers: YiYi.. How ya doin’?
Maleek slowly raises an eyebrow.
Maleek Weathers: Not hear to gloat ‘bout ya boy still bein’ undefeated are ya?
He chuckles lightly as he shakes his head.
Maleek Weathers: I get nuff of dat from Sean. Obviously…
Y'layna chuckles a bit
Y'layna Bryant: The only thing I holler about is the checks that go into my bank account baby! I'll leave that to y'all.
She smiles, looking at his face. Her smile turns sour once she sees the scars.
Y'layna Bryant: He definitely did do a number on you. But that's not why I'm here, I came to check on you. See how you were doing. That was bananas out there.
Maleek chuckles and nods.
Maleek Weathers: I’m aight.. Take mo dan a few throws to keep me down fo’ too lon’. Bananas? Bananas? Dat’s a phrase used to describe somethin’ I ain’t heard in awhile.
Maleek takes a momentary pause to look up towards the ceiling, wondering if what he is doing now really keeping the legacy alive. Sean has been riding a wave of success that been keeping that light burning where he has been up and down on that ratio. Two losses now, both by people that have spotless records and both from people he has the most respect for as competitors and all he can think is he is letting everyone down at this point. His father’s history, his adopted mother’s, the woman who has always seen the best in him. He cannot help feeling disappointed in himself though he can hear each and everyone of them right now just telling him ‘as long as you do your best, that’s all that matters’. ‘What if my best ain’t cuttin’ it,’ he inquires himself internally, ‘what if it ain’t nuff?’. Maleek turns his attention back to his companion and raises an eyebrow again.
Maleek Weathers: Wha is dat look fo’? Ya look lyk ya plottin’ somethin’.
Y'layna Bryant: I'm always plotting. But I have to pose the same question to you that I pose to everyone else before I move forward.
She pauses looking into his questioning eyes. She looks at him for a few moments as if she reading him.
Y'layna Bryant: What is it that you want Maleek? What's your reason for living, and doing anything that you do?
Maleek takes a long look at her.
Maleek Weathers: Ya serious rite nah?
His light brown eyes lock into her’s and he can pick up on the aura she is sending off.
Maleek Weathers: I guess.. Nah.. I kno.. Da reason I do anything that I do.. Is because it is wha I enjoy.. It is wha makes me who I am.. Do I wanna be do best at ev’rythin’ I do.. Hell yea.. Do I want people to enjoy seein’ it? Who da fuck doesn’t? All I EVA wanted to do is entertain.. To put on da best show I can fo’ any venue ‘n’ just watch hear the people have as much fun as I do.
He thinks about what just left his lips for a moment and nods. Yeah that has always been his goal, that has always been his drive. Y'layna takes a seat next to him.
Y'layna Bryant: Out there in that ring tonight, I watched you. I paid close attention to that match. Of course I would, it was my client's match. I'm not gonna sit here and say I know everything about wrestling, but I've learned a lot during my time here. And I watched the minute you gave up out there. I watched it happen. And at that moment I wanted to know.. Why?
Maleek looks at her for a moment and reaches into his pocket, revealing the chess piece that he found for the second time not too long ago.
Maleek Weathers: Dis…
Maleek looks at the castle in his hand, the rook as it is known in the game.
Maleek Weathers: Dat moment DeMarcus hurled me into the crowd… I realized dat he was rite.. I came back too soon… It wasn’t da power game he has.. It wasn’t da beatin’ he was givin’ me.. It was da thought he instilled in my head.. Da thought dat engraved itself into my ears…
Y'layna Bryant: I like you kid. So I'll get straight to it. I want to work with you. I wanna manage you. I think my firm could use a guy like you.
Y'layna pauses, thinking to herself, "Did I just tell the man that was just taken down by my very own client, that I wanted to work with him?"
Y'layna Bryant: It sounds crazy, I know. But it seems like my craziest ideas have been the foundation to this crazy empire that I'm trying to build.
She looks to him unsure of how he would even even respond to that, but she had to be ready for whatever he had, because she wanted him on her team. And as anyone who has had the pleasure of working with her would know that when she wanted something she made sure to make it happen.
Maleek Weathers: Well d-
Maleek looks at her for a moment with his jaw agape as the words sink in. His brown eyes widely open as his maul is at this moment, shock is the least of it, but looking into her eyes he can see the sincerity and down to the point determination in her beliefs.
Maleek Weathers: I was about to ask if ya been smokin’ wit dose RicHomies, but..
Maleek takes a moment to think about what she just said.
Maleek Weathers: As crazy as doing a Hell in a Cell and trying to fly off da shit?
The young man from New York chuckles lightly.
Maleek Weathers: I…
He stops for a moment once again, thinking about those already under her banner and those who would like to be.
Maleek Weathers: Hmm… It’s an interesting idea.. I.. Fuck it.. Done.
Y'layna Bryant: Really? You're down with this forreal? I see the potential that you may not see yet. I think this will be good for both of us.
Maleek reaches out his right hand towards Y’Layna.
Maleek Weathers: Wha can I say? I always taught not to pass up a sure thin’... As long as we both see eye to eye on wha mattas.. Den we’re good.
He chuckles.
Maleek Weathers: Besides.. It ain’t no secret Sean wanna wax dat ass.
His chuckle turns into a fit of laughter.
Maleek Weathers: It’ll just stick into his crawl dat I’mma sign to work wit ya befo he does. Ha Ha! Ba as a side note wha’eva ya ass be smokin’ dat gives ya dese ideas share dat shit please.
The young Weathers laughs harder.
Maleek Weathers: Ba yea.. I gotta go hit da gym to prepare for da next bit of Hell I gotta put my body through. Meet at ya office lata to officially discuss terms?
Y'layna Bryant: Most definitely. I'll draw up my contract and when we meet more formally, we can really fine in to what it is you want to do and where you want to go.
Act II: Favor and Fault
Characters Used/Mention: Maleek Weathers and Y’Layna Bryant
Date/Time: Early Afternoon February 11, 2015
Camera: Off
Maleek is dressed to impress in a suit that would have made anything his father use to wear for business functions look bland. He is wearing a navy blue suit jacket, matching pant, a teal button up shirt, and a navy blue tie. The young man from New York looks up at a building, still awestruck by the fact he is there. He slowly brushes the small bit of lint from his shoulder before heading inside as his eyes open even wider. So many people running around with folders and briefcases, heading in so many directions it makes his head spin. The young man walks up to the woman at the front desk and smiles weakly.
Maleek Weathers: Um.. Ms. Bryant is expectin’ me…
The woman looks up at him with a soft smile.
Receptionist: Mr. Weathers?
Maleek nods.
Receptionist: Down the hall, fifth door on the right. Knock first she may be on the phone.
Maleek nods again and follows the directions giving to him. He stops in front of the door and knocks, waiting for a response. Y'layna yells for him to come on in. As he walks in Y'layna is shown seated at her desk staring into her computer screen. She looks up and sees Maleek enter the room. She greets him with a smile and motions for him to take a seat.
Y'layna Bryant: Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?
Maleek looks around as he sits down.
Maleek Weathers: Um.. I’ll take a wata.
The young man’s eyes are full of awe and wonder as he looks around her office. Y'layna walks to her mini glass refrigerator and pulls out two bottles of water. Walking back over to Maleek, she hands him a bottle before taking a seat.
Maleek Weathers: Dayum girl ya do it big don’t ya?
Y'layna Bryant: business has been good to me. Figured it was time to expand. How are you today?
Maleek turns to her.
Maleek Weathers: A bit stiff, but I’ll manage. How bout ya? Tellin’ by da smile on ya face I’m guessin’ mo’ dan Biz took place in dis office befo.
He winks and chuckles lightly.
Maleek Weathers: So wha’s da deal Ms. Bryant?
Y'layna Bryant: Anyway!
She chuckles
Y'layna Bryant: I've had a lot of time to think about our conversation, and I trust you have had your lawyers look over the contacts I've sent. Although it's pretty standard as of now, I want to be sure you're good with the terms or if you has any question this would be the time for that.
Maleek nods.
Maleek Weathers: Ain’t got any questions.. Except this one.. Wha made ya decide ya wanted to sign me?
Y'layna looks at him and smiles. She takes a sip of her water before giving him her attention.
Y'layna Bryant: It's like I told you before, I need more people with heart on my team. And you have that. Before I sign any deals with any clients , I have to know that they have a passion for whatever it is they're doing. I look past whatever goes on in that ring. I'm driven by a story. And from what I know of yours, I think we'd be a perfect team. Many agents will come and sell talents these big dreams, filling them up with promises that they'd never fulfill. But I'm not that way. I don't just take on anybody who knocks at my door, and I most certainly don't just knock on anybody's door. I'm careful about who i bring into my team. I'm all about growth, not only for myself, but for my clients as well. The amount of tools that I have to get you where you want to be are limitless. I've put in a lot of work in this business.
Maleek looks at her and cracks his neck from side to side.
Maleek Weathers: Ya don’t say? Fo’ example?
Y'layna smirks at his question.
Y'layna Bryant: Take a look at the clients I've managed to book. I have one of the fastest growing clients to date on my roster, who has been working since before he signed any major deals.
Maleek nods.
Maleek Weathers: So ya sayin’ ya disagree wit da Pride roster members dat say I’m ‘used up ‘n’ got nothin’ left’. Da same niggas.. Which two happen to be ya clients as well dat say ‘I’m nothin’, ba hype’. Is dat way ya tellin’ me?
Y'layna Bryant: One thing I need you to be clear on, is that my clients' opinions of you, are not my business, nor are they my own. You might have come back before you were ready, or maybe it's that you need something to really get your head back in the game. I told you the other night. I saw when you gave up in that ring. Maybe you need something new.
Maleek looks at her.
Maleek Weathers: So ya said da otha day… Ba when wod ya say I gave up? Afta da whole misstep on da ropes it is all a blurr to me.
Y'layna Bryant: To be honest, I feel like you gave up the minute you shook my hand. You went in defeated.
He opens his mouth to object, but stops himself.
Maleek Weathers: Yea...
Y'layna: So why'd you step into the ring?
Maleek thinks about it for a moment.
Maleek Weathers: I love dis biz.. I’m addicted to it.. I thrive in it.. It’s all I eva wanted to do. It’s all I eva seen myself doin’.. Da whole time I was gone I codn’t function. Ya got any idea wha dat is like Ms. Bryant? Do ya have a clue? Truth is I stepped into da rin’ dat nite.. To try to convince myself he was wron’.. Dat I had been rite in my decision to return early...
He stops for a moment.
Maleek Weathers: Tell me how ya think ya can help me with dis four way comin’ up at Seek ‘n’ Destroy. If ya don’t mind..
His tattooed fingers tap the desk nervously as he again takes a look around.
Y'layna: what you do in the ring is all you. I can set you up with a trainer that will whip you into shape. But as far as what goes down in the ring. That's all up to you my friend
He nods.
Maleek Weathers: If ya think ya trainer can do mo’ work dan who I had befo’ by all means set it up.. Ba still didn’t answa my question Y’Layna.. We cool ‘n’ I trust ya ‘bout as much as I trust anyone so…
Maleek signs his name on the dotted line.
Y'layna Bryant: What is it that you'd like for me to tell you? You want me to tell you I can make you win? The only thing we can really do is prepare you for it. You know?
Maleek Weathers: I ‘ear ya.
He nods, a serious look replaces the jokester facilitated one from before.
Maleek Weathers: I guess Seek ‘n’ Destroy will sho us… How crazy we really are huh? See ya den Y’Layna.. I got some work to do.
The young man gives her a light smile and heads out the door.
ACT III: Training Days
Date/Time: Three Days Prior to Seek & Destroy
Camera: Hype Video
The Pride faithful’s eyes are glued to their television sets as another commercial hyping up the next Pay Per View airs. Pride Championship hopeful for the second time, Maleek Weathers is shown in black and white staring at his own reflection in the mirror. A dubbed voice over of the young man from New York plays as flashes of his last chance at the championship faintly flash.
“Ambition.. Dreams.. Reality.. Hopes… ‘n’ fears… All lead ya to one moment.”
A replay of Maleek hitting ‘100 Guns, 100 Clips’ on Damian Knight shows and the announcers making the proclamation that he is now destined to meet Sean Mendez Jr at Ground Zero.
“One moment where all ya dreams, hopes, ‘n’ ambitions seem to be right at ya fingertips...”
The action from the Hell in a Cell shows again, the back and forth, the beating Weathers took, all of it.
“‘n’ den in one moment…”
The Gringo Killa through the top of the Cell replays over and over again.
“All ya dreams ‘bout die.”
The tweet Maleek sent to Cody Taylor about the length of time he should have been gone shows much like it did for DeMarcus Gresham’s promo not to long ago shows.
“Months.. I was suppose to be out for months… Ba I.. I refused to be burnt out...”
A series of clips of Maleek’s training schedule plays. First thing shown is the rigorous sparring sessions. Next the weight training and aggressive physical therapy.
“Da runnin’ five to six miles a day.. Da military style physical training… Da overly done PT to make sho my legs ‘n’ arms worked rite…”
Maleek is shown lifting a sledge hammer over his head and slamming it down on a tractor tire repeatedly.
“The days in ‘n’ days out of doin’ ev’rythin’ I fuckin’ cod to get myself prepared for anythin’ ‘n’ ev’rythin’ Pride cod throw at me…”
Clips of the young man sparring with Pride enhancement talent, the same guys they use to test their new signing rookies show with the young man putting on spectacular performances.
“Sparrin’ partna afta sparrin’ partner…”
As the clips transition the actions become increasingly ruthless and aggressive.
“Meanin’ less hurdle afta meanin’ less hurdle.”
Random snips from things people have said to the young man since his Pride return play.
“Bullshit statement afta bullshit statement…”
Clips from Maleek’s match with DeMarcus Gresham show.
“A bitch smack from reality later…”
The continuous assault from Gresham fades in.
“A so called friend showing me that he was nothin’ mo’ dan anotha obstacle… A mountain I failed to climb. He like many otha’s need to remember why dey were off doin’ God knows wha, God knows where.. I was bustin’ my ass in Pride.. Takin’ on two to three opponents at a time. I have beaten Giants, highflyas, gate keepas, ‘n’ assholes since my first day in dis company..”
Images of Maleek’s opponents for Seek ‘n’ Destroy flash for a few seconds.
“Wod ya look at dat.. Mo’ of da same… Julian Savell.. Dat is da asshole of dis particular group..”
Images and clips of Savell in action fade in and out over the screen.
“Brandon Young.. Da flya much like Sean ‘n’ myself… Ba we’l sat him as dat slot fo’ da moment..”
Images and clips of Young fade in and out.
“Sean Mendez… The Pride World Champion.. Da asshole, da flya, ba on dis occasion he is.. Da gatekeeper… He holds da key over da otha three of us’s fate…”
The poster for Seek and Destroy shows.
“Seek ‘n’ Destroy? Sean already tried dat once ‘n’ failed.. He took me straight to da depths of Hell, but I returned.. Da otha two haven’t rally seen da stuff we are capable of yet.. If Sean ‘n’ I can damn near kill each otha.. ‘n’ we consida each otha fam.. Wha Brandon ‘n’ Julian need to think of is ‘Wha can we do to ‘em?’.”
The poster fades to more footage of Weathers’ workouts.
“Seek ‘n’ Destroy.. Nah.. Not happenin’.. I will Survive ‘n’ Conquer.”
The scene cuts to static.
Act IV: Broken Nightmares or Dreams Come True
Date/Time: Night of Seek and Destroy
Camera: On
Maleek is found backstage leaning against a wall, a skeletal bandana wrapped around his face and sporting some new wrestling gear for the night. A pair of black baggy shorts, apparantly leather, adorned with a strip of camo down each side. On the left leg reads ‘Soldier Made and EST 1997’ and the right reads ‘Cock ‘em up’ in white lettering with red trim. He looks around for a moment before speaking, his voice slightly muffled by the bandana.
Maleek Weathers: BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAUGHTTT!! I SAY RAT-TAT-TAT-BOOM!
The crowd replies to the war cry of the next generation soldier and those light brown eyes shine brightly. Maleek slowly pulls the facial cover down passed his chin
Maleek Weathers: Ya kno.. Since I came back to Pride a lot of changes have happened… We gotten an influx of wha some might call.. Bitch made niggas.. ‘n’ up-comin’ egotistical brats.. I thought that trend died when Liz Smalls left da first time…
The sound of the fans laughing is heard.
Maleek Weathers: Ba seriously yo.. Look at da niggas we have come ‘n’ go.. Some of dese cats ain’t worth da papa dey contracts written on my niggas. ‘n’ seems fo’ ev’ry one dat signs dat is truthful to wha dey say dey are ‘n’ capable of.. Ya got seven fold dat just ain’t up to snuff. Let’s look at da roster as it currently is.. Half dese niggas are all talk.. Hell one of dose niggas is in da match wit me tonite… Julian ‘Da Savior’ Savell.. Master of the UnSaved Stomp.. Oh tell me.. Oh great Savior.. Exactly wha are ya tryna save us from.. From wha I seen da only thin’ da world needs saved from is ya crappy trash talk ‘n’ ya pitiful excuse fo’ comebacks.. I mean got dayum.. I seen Playboy bunnies wit smarta lines dan da ones dat ya saddle us wit listenin’ to. Hell I think I ratha sit through a marathon of ‘Hump Day’ commercial’s dan listen to one of ya ‘sermans’... Who agrees wit me?
A loud pop is heard from those in attendence.
Maleeek Weathers: Savell.. Ya whack ass lines ‘n’ weakass attempts at actin’ tough ain’t gon save ya ass once dat bell rings tonite.. So great savior.. Ya betta pray to God, da Devil, Allah, Buddah, ANYBODY dat ya ass ain’t lookin’ down da barrell come match time nigga.. Cuz ya one of da three in my line of fire. ‘n’ small fact nigga I NEVA miss a target.
The young Weathers licks his lips.
Maleek Weathers: Brandon Young.. Anotha nigga whose star appears to be on da rise ‘ere in Pride Pro.. Man nigga who’s dick ya been su-
Maleek stops as he thinks about what he is about to say.
Maleek Weathers: WOAH! Lemme catch myself befo’ I break da don’t ask don’t tell policy ‘round ‘ere. Nothin’ against ya lifestyle choice man, ba shit nigga I ‘bout pulled a neckbone on dat one.. I mean... SHIT!
The crowd laughs again as Maleek cringes as he inwardly berates himself.
Maleek Weathers: Ya ‘n’ Savell have had some success in Pride since ya bust ya nut..”
Maleek facepalms himself.
Maleek Weathers: NIGGA! NIGGA! NIGGA! Got dayum it. Fuckin’ A Mali get a dayum grip.
The young Weathers breathes in and out slowly. Those light brown eyes train on the camera.
Maleek Weathers: Can I not say anythin’ witout it bein’ a joke rite nah?
He rolls his eyes.
Maleek Weathers: Anyway Brandon… Ya da second part of dis lil chess match of an elimination match we got goin’ on… Ya da second of two niggas in dis match..
Maleek stops himself again.
Maleek Weathers: HOLD UP! HOLD DA GOT DAYUM PHONE FO’ A MOMENT!
Maleek counts the men who will be occupying the squared circle later.
Maleek Weathers: Two niggas.. A white guy.. ‘n’ a latino.. MAN! NIGGA! Dis got start of a bad joke written all da fuck ova it. An one of da niggas is openly gay.. Shit it gets betta… Pride management wha da fuck? I mean.. FUCK! Now all we need is one of Stormin’ Raven’s kids ‘n’ a oriental ‘n’ we can have a real party yo. Dayum!
The young soldier shakes his head.
Maleek Weathers: Ba nah dat I pointed out da joke dat dis match is set up to be.. I will say I know it ain’t no laughin’ matta.. Brandon ya ‘n’ Savell have been on a turnt up trip since ya signed to Pride ‘n’ don’t think fo’ a moment I ain’t been followin’ y’all’s trek. Ya both been doin’ very, very well.. I can’t deny dat fo’ eitha of ya.. Ba just lyk Savell ya one of da otha three men who are set befo’ me ‘n’ I refuse to let ya think I’mma go easy on any of ya three.
He holds up his hand.
Maleek Weathers: Damian Knight, Danny Boy O’Hara, Thomas Barnez, Luke Jackson… Those are just a few of da names dat got me to da spot I hold rite nah.. Da last match I was in.. I failed to deliver my best performance ‘n’ it cost me.. DeMarcus Gresham was da betta man dat nite.. Ba in ways in dis biz it is not who is da betta man da nite in question, da day in question, da week in question or Hell even da year in question.. All it takes is to be da betta man fo’ three seconds.. Count ‘em wit me…
He holds up three fingers.
Maleek Weathers: One..
He lowers his finger on the right side of his middle one.
Maleek Weathers: Two.
He lowers his pointer finger leaving only the middle left standing.
Maleek Weathers: Three.
He drops the remaining digit.
Maleek Weathers: Three seconds is all it takes.. Three seconds.. Can change da course of ya career just like dat.
He snaps his fingers.
Maleek Weathers: ‘n’ den dere was one.. Sean Mendez Jr.. Or do we just call ya Sean Mendez dese days? Eitha way.. Rite nah ya are da gatekeeper.. Dat is wha DeMarcus Gresham called Damian Knight shortly after his arrival.. ‘n’ dat is wha I see ya as Sean.. Ya hold da gold.. Ya da only one of us who has a real extravagant undefeated streak.. ‘n’ out of ev’ryone in dis match.. Ya da one who is da biggest threat in all honesty.. Ya handed me my first loss in Pride.. Ya dayum near ended my career befo’ it started.. ‘n’ ya alone have da knowledge of how my mind works.. Ya said it yaself Sean.. Ya kno ‘bout ev’ry move I’mma make befo’ I make it.. Ya been dere when I trained.. Hold fo’ hold, transition fo’ transition, counter fo’ counter.. Ya been dere…
Maleek pushes himself off the wall.
Maleek Weathers: Sean.. Ya rite.. Ya kno me betta dan I kno myself at times.. Ba IF ya paid attention to da days we trained togetha.. We were bein’ taught a valuable lesson.. Just when dey think dey kno da answas.. Change da questions… Keep ‘em guessin’ ‘n’ hermano.. Dat is wha I got planned to do tonite.. Wit ya.. Wit Savell.. Wit Young.. None of y’all kno me rite nah.. Not a one of ya.. Ya see Savell.. He wants da Championship to show he ain’t a hyped up puppet.. Young.. He wants it to gain Daddy’s approval.. Whetha he’ll admit to it or not.
Maleek stops and takes another slow breath.
Maleek Weathers: Ya just wanna prolong ya record ‘n’ try to escape ya fatha’s shadow.. Ya beyond good nuff to live off ya own name ‘n’ to make one of ya own Sean.. Ba ya see ya tryna go so hard outta dat shadow ya keep puttin’ yaself back into it deepa. Each one of us has our own ambitions ‘n’ drives fo’ dis match. We each got our reasons…
Maleek stops for a moment and thinks.
Maleek Weathers: Nah ya prolly askin’ yaself ‘bout mine.. Wha are my ambitions? Wha are my drives goin’ into dis match? Well it goes like dis.. It ain’t to try ‘n’ show da world I am betta dan ya three.. It ain’t fo’ greed.. Doe da pay raise wod be nice.. It ain’t fo’ Pride.. Well not completely.. No.. Niggas it ain’t even fo’ da amount of notoriety I can get as Champion…
The young soldier stops again.
Maleek Weathers: Da reason failure ain’t an option fo’ me tonite.. Is where y’all got da hushed whispered haters.. Mine come in droves. Y’all may have one or two. Sean excluded seems ev’ry rook wanna make a name of ya nuts hermano, ba dat’s not my point.. My haters are big names ‘n’ rooks alike.. Da ones who think eva since Ground Zero I’m burnt out.. I ain’t got nothin’ left.. I can’t walk out witout da win tonite.. To prove to ‘em.. To prove to y’all.. To my brotha’s.. My fatha.. Da fans who bought da show at home or came out ‘ere sportin’ dey ticket. To ev’ry nigga ‘n’ bitch in da locker room.. ‘n’ to myself.. Dat I got wha it takes.. Dat I have mo to give..
Maleek licks his lips again.
Maleek Weathers: All I have eva wanted to do was entertain.. Sean ya kno dat fo’ a fact.. Dat’s all I eva wanted.. Is to put on da best show.. No matta wha kinda show it is to be. No matta da obstacle.. No matta da roadblock.. I don’t care.. No matta how many steps back I gotta take to move forward.. Dat is wha I will do..
Maleek cracks his neck twice, going either direction.
Maleek Weathers: I am comin’ to dat rin’ tonite to kick ass, take names, ‘n’ to put on a show. Dat is wha I get paid to do. Dat is wha WE get paid to do. So startin’ tonite.. I don’t care wha it takes fo’ me to do it.. One way or anotha.. IF I don’t win tonite.. I WILL STOP AT NOTHIN’!! Nothin’.. To be Pride World Champion.. Ya three betta watch ya fronts, ya backs, ya sides… Cuz dis nigga bout to be comin’ at ya at all angles ‘n’ will peel back ya caps like a fuckin’ cannonball if dat is wha I have to do.. It’s one of ‘em nites where anythin’ goes.. ‘n’ tonite I take full advantage of dat idea…
He raises the bandana back over the lower half of his face and tightens the knot in the back slightly.
Maleek Weathers: Sean.. Ya kno wha dis means.. So Savell ‘n’ Young.. I’ll explain it.. COCK ‘EM UP! LAY DOWN OR STAY DOWN! RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-BOOM! Da fight is on niggas.. Get ready or get shot down.. Cuz ya neva kno tonite.. All three of ya asses may just…
Maleek stops and turns around and in camouflage lettering on the back of his shorts, under a detailed picture of a M-16 are the words ‘BITE A BULLET’. The scene fades out and to the following match.
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