Post by Tyler Lucas on May 8, 2009 16:43:55 GMT -5
I call BULLSHIT!
The scene opens up with Tyler Lucas sitting by himself on his front porch. He has on a blue Nike shirt with some white Nike basketball shorts. He has on black socks but nothing to protect his socks from getting holes. Tyler is just sitting there staring off into the distance. He seems to have a pissed off look on his face.
Tyler Lucas: I can't fucking believe that I blew my first ever title match. It's not even like I lost to a legend or hall of famer either, I lost to a scrub. Now Milo Holland is the first ever USA Extreme Champion of KWF and he doesn't even deserve it.
I'm still wondering why the staff members even thought he should have been in that match with me. No, it's my fault, not the staff member's. I just got too big headed and thought that I was going to go in there and whoop his ass as easily as I did the first time. I let me winning the triple threat hype me up way too much.
Tyler quickly readjusts himself.
Tyler Lucas: I'm not going to make any excuses. I'm not like Milo Holland where I have to have a reason that I lost. The simple reason was that he came out and gave it his all and I didn't. Plain and simple. I let an amateur swoop in and take the USA Extreme title right from under my grasp. This may have been the first title shot of my career, but it sure as hell will not be my last.
With that, I am challenging you, Milo Holland. I am challenging you to a rematch for you USA Extreme Championship belt. If you do not except, I can understand. I mean, who wants to lose a title just two weeks after they first won the damn thing, right? You would hate to lose this title so early after you won it. But, if you want to lose it then you can accept my challenge and I'll gladly take it off your hands.
Tyler stands up and walks into his house as the scene fades to black.....
Taking over as a family
The scene opens with Tyler driving down a road with very little cars on it. He is in an all black Dodge Charger. He's got some eighteen inch rims on it with super dark tinted windows. You might see a car on the other side of the road every five minutes. Tyler flips through radio stations every few seconds hoping that something of interest to him will flow through his ears. He can't find anything, but he still continues to flip through all of the programmed radio channels in his car. Tyler's phone starts to ring and takes his attention away from the radio. He reaches over into the cup holder and picks up his phone. He looks at it and it says “Cuzo” on the caller ID. He answers the phone.
Tyler Lucas: What's up Shai?
Shai Sharp: Man, I thought you said you was on your way like twenty minutes ago. You know how fucking impatient I get.
Tyler Lucas: Calm down Shai. I'll be there in like two minutes. Until then I think just sit there for a few more minutes until I get there to whoop that ass in NBA Live.
Shai Sharp: Yeah, what the fuck ever Tyler. I am a beast at NBA Live. I'm going to use the Cavaliers and there is no way in hell that you are going to stop LeBron.
Tyler Lucas: Alright, we'll see. I'm about to pull in your drive way.
Tyler finishes his sentence and immediately closes his cell phone shut and places it in his lap. About two seconds after Tyler closes his cell phone he pulls into the driveway of a pretty nice house. The house isn't flashy or anything, but it's out of the hood and that's where Tyler's uncle wanted to be.
......
Tyler's uncle, Roc, grew up in the same hood that Tyler now lives in. While it is dangerous now, it was just as dangerous back in the day. Roc grew up around gang wars and crack sales and crack fiends. He even grew up with a crack whore for a mother. And he lived everyday wanting to be out of there. He didn't want that for his family. He wanted a normal life for his wife and kids. He worked hard so that he could move out of the ghetto. After what happened to Shai there, he's glad he did.
Shai was the exact opposite of his father. He yearned for the streets. He loved slanging rock to the fiends. He loved all the thrills and dangers that his father hated when he was growing up.
Shai was selling for some Mexicans that had a little organization put together. The organization was the Garcia Brothers. Shai crossed them and started selling some other shit on the same block they told him to sell the rock on. When they found out, they sent three weak soldiers to “take care of” Shai. If Tyler wouldn't have shown up, they would have killed Shai and nobody would have known who did it. Now Tyler and Shai are both angry about it. And when these two are together and angry, there is no stopping them.
......
Tyler shuts the car off and opens the driver's side door. Shai is standing at the front door to greet him. He has his left arm wrapped up in a cast, but his fingers are still free. He has a very impatient look on his face. He shouts at his cousin.
Shai Sharp: Hurry the fuck up man. Damn, I have been waiting on your slow ass ever since you called me. I got the game set up and everything. I know you like to use the sorry ass Lakers, so I gave you them.
Tyler Lucas: Shut up man. It takes at least a half hour to look as good as I do. You know you about to get that ass spanked anyway so why even play me?
Shai Sharp: What ever Tyler. I've been practicing ever since I got hurt and I'm way better now. I can beat you easily.
Tyler Lucas: Alright, we are about to find out about that.
Tyler walks up to the front door next to his cousin and they walk through the good sized door simultaneously. When they walk through the doorway there is immediately a television set up with the xbox360 already set up. They both sit on the couch directly across from the television. They each pick up a controller and begin the game. Tyler is the Los Angeles Lakers and Shai is the Cleveland Cavaliers.
Shai Sharp: Uh oh! We got a finals preview right here.
Tyler Lucas: Well, you have the team from the western conference right, but the Cavs are not going to be in the finals. It's going to be the Lakers versus the Magic.
Shai Sharp: You have got to be shitting me Tyler. There is no chance in hell that the Magic are going to beat the Cavs. Hell, the Magic probably won't even beat the Celtics. They suck.
Tyler Lucas: Hold on! You got the Magic fucked all the way up. They have the best big man in the game right now in Dwight Howard. And they have a whole bunch a young talent that aren't doing that bad this year. Quote me when I say this, LeBron is trash. He will not win a ring unless he signs with the Lakers. End quote.
Shai Sharp: What the fuck ever! Your the dumbest mother fucker I know for saying that stupid bullshit. Can we please stop dicking around and get this game started so I can get my win in.
Tyler Lucas: Damn, you sure do have a lot of confidence for someone that has never beaten me at this game. They make a wager. How about fifty dollars?
Shai Sharp: Shit, make it a hundred. Here's my bread right here.
Shai pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his right pocket and throws it on the ground about a foot in front of the xbox360.
Tyler Lucas: You are a fronting ass nigga. Alright, a hundred it is bitch.
Tyler pulls out a wad of bills and lays a hundred dollar bill down next to Shai's.
Tyler Lucas: Let's get this shit started. I'm about to whoop your ass.
The game starts and Tyler quickly comes down with Kobe and shoots a three point shot and hits the bottom of the net. Shai brings the ball up with LeBron and goes straight to the hole. He goes up for a dunk, but Pau Gasol steps in his way. They pretty much go back and forth for the whole first quarter. When the first quarter is over the score is thirty-three to twenty-six, Tyler's lead. Shai sits the controller that he holding on the floor next to his feet as the game is paused.
Shai Sharp: Look Tyler, we have to talk about something serious.
Tyler Lucas: Yeah we do, you said you been practicing. You are just as sad as you've ever been.
Shai Sharp: Naw Tyler, we have to talk about us and our drug rink.
Tyler Lucas: Man, I haven't sold drugs since that time and I really don't want to start back up.
Shai Sharp: Tyler come on. I no almost everything about the Mexicans operations. We can take over there little bullshit operations, then we can go to war with the likes of the Italians and the Chinese. We can take over the drug world here Tyler, we really can.
Tyler Lucas: You really think so?
Shai Sharp: No fucking doubt in my mind. We will own this state.
Tyler Lucas: I still don't know man. I'm going to have to think about this one.
Shai Sharp: Alright bro, sleep on it. But, I really need an answer by the end of the week.
Tyler Lucas: Okay, now get your ass beat in this game.
Shai picks up the controller and they continue their game.
......
Tyler has a lot to think about. Does he want to get back into selling drugs? But not just weed, he would be slanging cocaine and exstacy and heroin as well. But along with the slanging he would be a main guy in Shai's crew. Did he want to give his wrestling career up to make a little dough? He didn't know what to do.
......
The scene fades to black......
I shall have my revenge
The scene opens with Tyler laying on his couch watching television. Tyler is covered up with a Lakers blanket so that you cannot see the clothing that he has on. He is watching game three of the Lakers and Rockets semi-conference finals match-up. The game has just started, but the Lakers already jumped out to a double digit lead. Kobe comes up the court on a fast break and shoots a quick three. He hits nothing but the bottom of the net.
Tyler Lucas: Hell yeah!
Tyler raises his arms and screams at the sight of his favorite player hitting a long range shot. He watches a little bit more of the game and then sits up slightly. You can see that he doesn't have a shirt on because the blanket fell off of him a little. He turns the television down really low, but you can still here it a little bit. Tyler looks right into the camera and starts talking.
Tyler Lucas: As everyone watching me right now knows, I will be facing Dave Holland at Saturday Assault. Dave is the brother of Milo who recently lucked up and beat me for the USA Extreme Championship this past Sunday at Redemption. Everyone already knows that I plan on getting another at that title and putting it around it's rightful owner's waist. And that would be mine.
I guess the KWF staff want me to work my way back up the ladder. I mean, they are putting me up against a man that hasn't yet wrestled in a match here at KWF, let alone prove himself. I am going to have to teach them a lesson and beat Dave Holland to a pulp. Maybe then they will learn not to put scrubs in the ring opposite of me.
Tyler gives a little chuckle.
Tyler Lucas: Dave I don't mean to throw any disrespect your way, but you fucking suck. You are related to one of the worst wrestlers that I have seen step foot in the ring. You can't be much better than him if you are at all.
Trash like you doesn't deserve to be in KWF. You better be getting ready for Saturday Dave, because I'm going to be taking out the trash.
Tyler gives an evil smirk and lays back down. He turns the television back up and starts watching the game again. The second quarter is about half way over. The scene fades to black.....
The scene opens up with Tyler Lucas sitting by himself on his front porch. He has on a blue Nike shirt with some white Nike basketball shorts. He has on black socks but nothing to protect his socks from getting holes. Tyler is just sitting there staring off into the distance. He seems to have a pissed off look on his face.
Tyler Lucas: I can't fucking believe that I blew my first ever title match. It's not even like I lost to a legend or hall of famer either, I lost to a scrub. Now Milo Holland is the first ever USA Extreme Champion of KWF and he doesn't even deserve it.
I'm still wondering why the staff members even thought he should have been in that match with me. No, it's my fault, not the staff member's. I just got too big headed and thought that I was going to go in there and whoop his ass as easily as I did the first time. I let me winning the triple threat hype me up way too much.
Tyler quickly readjusts himself.
Tyler Lucas: I'm not going to make any excuses. I'm not like Milo Holland where I have to have a reason that I lost. The simple reason was that he came out and gave it his all and I didn't. Plain and simple. I let an amateur swoop in and take the USA Extreme title right from under my grasp. This may have been the first title shot of my career, but it sure as hell will not be my last.
With that, I am challenging you, Milo Holland. I am challenging you to a rematch for you USA Extreme Championship belt. If you do not except, I can understand. I mean, who wants to lose a title just two weeks after they first won the damn thing, right? You would hate to lose this title so early after you won it. But, if you want to lose it then you can accept my challenge and I'll gladly take it off your hands.
Tyler stands up and walks into his house as the scene fades to black.....
Taking over as a family
The scene opens with Tyler driving down a road with very little cars on it. He is in an all black Dodge Charger. He's got some eighteen inch rims on it with super dark tinted windows. You might see a car on the other side of the road every five minutes. Tyler flips through radio stations every few seconds hoping that something of interest to him will flow through his ears. He can't find anything, but he still continues to flip through all of the programmed radio channels in his car. Tyler's phone starts to ring and takes his attention away from the radio. He reaches over into the cup holder and picks up his phone. He looks at it and it says “Cuzo” on the caller ID. He answers the phone.
Tyler Lucas: What's up Shai?
Shai Sharp: Man, I thought you said you was on your way like twenty minutes ago. You know how fucking impatient I get.
Tyler Lucas: Calm down Shai. I'll be there in like two minutes. Until then I think just sit there for a few more minutes until I get there to whoop that ass in NBA Live.
Shai Sharp: Yeah, what the fuck ever Tyler. I am a beast at NBA Live. I'm going to use the Cavaliers and there is no way in hell that you are going to stop LeBron.
Tyler Lucas: Alright, we'll see. I'm about to pull in your drive way.
Tyler finishes his sentence and immediately closes his cell phone shut and places it in his lap. About two seconds after Tyler closes his cell phone he pulls into the driveway of a pretty nice house. The house isn't flashy or anything, but it's out of the hood and that's where Tyler's uncle wanted to be.
......
Tyler's uncle, Roc, grew up in the same hood that Tyler now lives in. While it is dangerous now, it was just as dangerous back in the day. Roc grew up around gang wars and crack sales and crack fiends. He even grew up with a crack whore for a mother. And he lived everyday wanting to be out of there. He didn't want that for his family. He wanted a normal life for his wife and kids. He worked hard so that he could move out of the ghetto. After what happened to Shai there, he's glad he did.
Shai was the exact opposite of his father. He yearned for the streets. He loved slanging rock to the fiends. He loved all the thrills and dangers that his father hated when he was growing up.
Shai was selling for some Mexicans that had a little organization put together. The organization was the Garcia Brothers. Shai crossed them and started selling some other shit on the same block they told him to sell the rock on. When they found out, they sent three weak soldiers to “take care of” Shai. If Tyler wouldn't have shown up, they would have killed Shai and nobody would have known who did it. Now Tyler and Shai are both angry about it. And when these two are together and angry, there is no stopping them.
......
Tyler shuts the car off and opens the driver's side door. Shai is standing at the front door to greet him. He has his left arm wrapped up in a cast, but his fingers are still free. He has a very impatient look on his face. He shouts at his cousin.
Shai Sharp: Hurry the fuck up man. Damn, I have been waiting on your slow ass ever since you called me. I got the game set up and everything. I know you like to use the sorry ass Lakers, so I gave you them.
Tyler Lucas: Shut up man. It takes at least a half hour to look as good as I do. You know you about to get that ass spanked anyway so why even play me?
Shai Sharp: What ever Tyler. I've been practicing ever since I got hurt and I'm way better now. I can beat you easily.
Tyler Lucas: Alright, we are about to find out about that.
Tyler walks up to the front door next to his cousin and they walk through the good sized door simultaneously. When they walk through the doorway there is immediately a television set up with the xbox360 already set up. They both sit on the couch directly across from the television. They each pick up a controller and begin the game. Tyler is the Los Angeles Lakers and Shai is the Cleveland Cavaliers.
Shai Sharp: Uh oh! We got a finals preview right here.
Tyler Lucas: Well, you have the team from the western conference right, but the Cavs are not going to be in the finals. It's going to be the Lakers versus the Magic.
Shai Sharp: You have got to be shitting me Tyler. There is no chance in hell that the Magic are going to beat the Cavs. Hell, the Magic probably won't even beat the Celtics. They suck.
Tyler Lucas: Hold on! You got the Magic fucked all the way up. They have the best big man in the game right now in Dwight Howard. And they have a whole bunch a young talent that aren't doing that bad this year. Quote me when I say this, LeBron is trash. He will not win a ring unless he signs with the Lakers. End quote.
Shai Sharp: What the fuck ever! Your the dumbest mother fucker I know for saying that stupid bullshit. Can we please stop dicking around and get this game started so I can get my win in.
Tyler Lucas: Damn, you sure do have a lot of confidence for someone that has never beaten me at this game. They make a wager. How about fifty dollars?
Shai Sharp: Shit, make it a hundred. Here's my bread right here.
Shai pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his right pocket and throws it on the ground about a foot in front of the xbox360.
Tyler Lucas: You are a fronting ass nigga. Alright, a hundred it is bitch.
Tyler pulls out a wad of bills and lays a hundred dollar bill down next to Shai's.
Tyler Lucas: Let's get this shit started. I'm about to whoop your ass.
The game starts and Tyler quickly comes down with Kobe and shoots a three point shot and hits the bottom of the net. Shai brings the ball up with LeBron and goes straight to the hole. He goes up for a dunk, but Pau Gasol steps in his way. They pretty much go back and forth for the whole first quarter. When the first quarter is over the score is thirty-three to twenty-six, Tyler's lead. Shai sits the controller that he holding on the floor next to his feet as the game is paused.
Shai Sharp: Look Tyler, we have to talk about something serious.
Tyler Lucas: Yeah we do, you said you been practicing. You are just as sad as you've ever been.
Shai Sharp: Naw Tyler, we have to talk about us and our drug rink.
Tyler Lucas: Man, I haven't sold drugs since that time and I really don't want to start back up.
Shai Sharp: Tyler come on. I no almost everything about the Mexicans operations. We can take over there little bullshit operations, then we can go to war with the likes of the Italians and the Chinese. We can take over the drug world here Tyler, we really can.
Tyler Lucas: You really think so?
Shai Sharp: No fucking doubt in my mind. We will own this state.
Tyler Lucas: I still don't know man. I'm going to have to think about this one.
Shai Sharp: Alright bro, sleep on it. But, I really need an answer by the end of the week.
Tyler Lucas: Okay, now get your ass beat in this game.
Shai picks up the controller and they continue their game.
......
Tyler has a lot to think about. Does he want to get back into selling drugs? But not just weed, he would be slanging cocaine and exstacy and heroin as well. But along with the slanging he would be a main guy in Shai's crew. Did he want to give his wrestling career up to make a little dough? He didn't know what to do.
......
The scene fades to black......
I shall have my revenge
The scene opens with Tyler laying on his couch watching television. Tyler is covered up with a Lakers blanket so that you cannot see the clothing that he has on. He is watching game three of the Lakers and Rockets semi-conference finals match-up. The game has just started, but the Lakers already jumped out to a double digit lead. Kobe comes up the court on a fast break and shoots a quick three. He hits nothing but the bottom of the net.
Tyler Lucas: Hell yeah!
Tyler raises his arms and screams at the sight of his favorite player hitting a long range shot. He watches a little bit more of the game and then sits up slightly. You can see that he doesn't have a shirt on because the blanket fell off of him a little. He turns the television down really low, but you can still here it a little bit. Tyler looks right into the camera and starts talking.
Tyler Lucas: As everyone watching me right now knows, I will be facing Dave Holland at Saturday Assault. Dave is the brother of Milo who recently lucked up and beat me for the USA Extreme Championship this past Sunday at Redemption. Everyone already knows that I plan on getting another at that title and putting it around it's rightful owner's waist. And that would be mine.
I guess the KWF staff want me to work my way back up the ladder. I mean, they are putting me up against a man that hasn't yet wrestled in a match here at KWF, let alone prove himself. I am going to have to teach them a lesson and beat Dave Holland to a pulp. Maybe then they will learn not to put scrubs in the ring opposite of me.
Tyler gives a little chuckle.
Tyler Lucas: Dave I don't mean to throw any disrespect your way, but you fucking suck. You are related to one of the worst wrestlers that I have seen step foot in the ring. You can't be much better than him if you are at all.
Trash like you doesn't deserve to be in KWF. You better be getting ready for Saturday Dave, because I'm going to be taking out the trash.
Tyler gives an evil smirk and lays back down. He turns the television back up and starts watching the game again. The second quarter is about half way over. The scene fades to black.....