(FADEIN to Boogie Smallz sitting in a steel chair,, in the center of a smoke filled room. He has a blunt dangling from his mouth and the Continental title lying across his lap. The room has a cement floor and walls made of cinderblocks. A single light bulb hangs overhead, shedding a little light onto the area. Boogie is sporting a wave cap/GXW logo baseball cap combo. He’s wearing black jeans and a Battleground Britain t-shirt. He sinks into his seat, taking several tokes off of his blunt.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: You would think that after Revolution, that I would be feelin’ pretty good. I won both falls, walked out with tha Continental title, I got rid of that foo’ Christian Sands, and with all that…I should be sittin’ on top of tha world. But tha truth is…none of that ish mattered in tha end because I walked out one title shy and did not do what I said I would…and walk out with both belts. I knew tha odds of that happenin’ were pretty damn slim...but I like to roll tha dice. Fortunately for me, I was able to walk away from tha table with what I came with…but ya know…after all that mess, I’ve got this empty feelin’.
(Puffs his blunt and looks up at the light for a moment, before looking back at the camera.)
I heard that whiny b!+ch Chrissy Sands tryin’ to take away from my victory and give all tha praise to John Miller. That’s fine Sands, if that’s what your therapist told you to say…I’m cool with that. But you know, just like all tha people watchin’, that you will NEVER be able to beat me. That’s just how it is. I know that takin’ tha credit away from me is your way of copin’ with tha problem. No matter what you say, I know it eats you up inside…and knowing that is all I really need.
John Miller, what can I say? You proved to me and tha rest of tha world that you are a man deservin’ of wearin’ that Unified title. I must say I was impressed. But Miller, tha way I see it…is that this thing between us is far from over. I think we both still have a lil’ sumthin’ to prove. If not to one another, then to ourselves. I guess you don’t see it that way. I already saw you challengin’ folks from other companies, wantin’ to defend your title against them. Tha way I see it, they haven’t proven themselves in GXW…and you should be worryin’ about tha futhamuckas herre…that are ready to take you out as soon as you let your guard down.
That’s fine, do what you gotta do. But remember that if you won’t give me a title shot…then I’ll just have to go behind your back and get it tha old fashion way…EARN IT! And how convenient for me that tha suits of GXW have come up with a tournament to declare a number one contender for tha GXW Unified title. First round action…I got tha guy that has been stirrin’ up ish in GXW as long as I have been herre. He’s a low-life, a scumbag, tha man would smack around his own mutha’ if it got him what he wanted. He’s an instigator and it looks to me like he’s got a lot of enemies that want to hurt him pretty bad.
Eric Davis, our paths have never crossed and I gotta say, that’s a good thing for you. But too damn bad your luck has finally run out. Because you happen to be in tha position of bein’ in my way for me to get a title shot. It looks to me like you’ve got your sights set on sumthin’ else. You better realize that when I step into that ring against you, I got one purpose…one goal…beatin’ yo’ ma’phukin’ a$$. And really, that’s all it boils down to.
(Boogie puffs his blunt and the camera fades to black.)