(FADEIN to the Buckman Projects on the southside of Portland. Boogie Smallz is sitting on a milk crate in an alley. Smallz is sporting a Trailblazers jersey and a red headband. The orange-tint of the streetlight illuminates over everything. Boogie sparks a blunt and looks into the camera.)
BOOGIE SMALLZ: Ya know, sum fools jus’ ain’t ever gonna learn. Mofos like Jean Rabesque get so caught up in themselves…they start to believe tha ish that comes out of theirr moufs. (Shakes his head.) I tried to warn ya, I laid it all out, and you still were too damn ignorant to realize what ya were up against. (Puffs his blunt.)
True ‘nuff, it wasn’t a convincin’ victory, but in tha end…who tha kcuf had theirr hand raised? Who advanced in tha tournament and who is now watchin’ tha tournament from home? (Grins.) That’s all that really matters in tha end. As long as my black ass has a heartbeat…I will stop at nuffin’ to become tha UNIFIED World champion, ya heard.
(Boogie resituates himself and takes a few drags off of his Swisher.)
Erryone knows I’m addicted to herb, but I got anotha’ addiction far worse than that…tha addiction for gold. And nah…I ain’t out herre tryin’ to floss like Mista T, rockin’ about 30 gold chains with big ass medallions. (Shakes his head.) Eff ‘dat ish. Tha gold I talk about is tha World title. I tasted it befo’…and I got hooked from that first high. (His eyes bug out, his head and shoulders start to shake.) Dawg…I jus’ can’t let it go. (Closes his eyes and tries to shake it off.) I feel like Pookie in New Jack City, (Imitating a cracked out Chris Rock.)”…it just keeps callin’ me, man. It keeps callin’ me.”
Now I ain’t like Troy Windham. I don’t get to hit tha methadone clinic up erry Wednesday, but I got my ish in check. Tha only thang keepin’ me from goin’ off tha edge, is bein’ in this tournament. ‘Cuz I know its prolly tha only chance this company is gonna give me to become tha UNIFIED World champ! So I’m gonna take this opportunity and do errythang in my power to make sure I’m tha one that’s got it in tha end!
(Boogie stands up and puffs his blunt.)
Vince Jacobs, I don’t really know what to say. I sent you an invitation to witness first-hand who you would be facin’ in Portland, but ya were a no show. I’m not sure if you just got scared…or maybe I should feel insulted ‘cuz you didn’t think s(BLEEP) of my lil’ invite! (Puffs his blunt.) Breath easy, dawg. I’m jus’ gonna chalk that one up, act like it didn’t happen, and for once in my life…give sumone tha benefit of tha doubt. I’m sure a guy like you, a big tymer and all ‘dat, ain’t got time for my nickel ‘n dime ass. You prolly ain’t even gonna study any footage, is ya? Why? You are a big star. You’re a Superstar. I mean, damn…should I even show up for this ish?
(Looks concerned and puffs his blunt. He then shakes his head and grins.)
But then again, when tha f(BLEEP) did I ever turn over a new leaf? Tha only time I turn over a leaf, it right before I crumble it up and smoke it! (Puffs his blunt.)
So Vinnie Jack, you keep on thinkin’ you’re special, you keep on feedin’ your ego, and you continue to think I’m a pushover. (Nods his head.) That’s what I want you to do, ‘cuz when I win this ma’fuggin’ match …I want it to hurt. Not physically, ‘cuz that’s a given! (Looks wild-eyed into the camera.) I’m talkin’ about herre. (Points to his head.) And it’s gonna sting, son. Prolly send yo’ punk ass runnin back to fWo…wishin’ you never stepped foot in tha CSWA!
Takin’ nuffin’ away from ya’. I know ya got skillz, you wouldn’t be herre if ya didn’t. Then again, tha CSWA signed Shamon to a contract…so ANYTHANG is possible. But on tha real, I know you ain’t no chump. But at tha same time…you need to realize I ain’t one neither!
(Begins stroking his goatee, as if he trying to figure something out. He takes a hit off of his blunt.)
Wait a minute. Vince Jacobs…I knew ya sounded familiar. Didn’t ya once compete in GXW? (Nodding his head.) Yeah…ya sure did. I remember now. So then you already know what I’m all about. Ya know how I gets down and ya best believe I still operate tha same way, kid.
I’m tha blunt smokin’, hoe chokin’, leave their panties soakin’, not to be confused as tha token…black man. I’m gunnin’ at anybody that stands in my way and I will stomp their ass down worse than what they did to that brotha’ in the Curb Scene of American History X! (Looks extremely upset.) Just thinkin’ about that scene has got me all pissed off! Jacobs, all this ish I’m feelin’ right now…I’m gonna take out on you in Portland!
(Mean mugs the camera.)
Fade me out. I’m thru.
(FADE TO BLACK)