Oh yes, Miami…there was nothing better than it, as far as he was concerned. Sitting back in his hot tub, bubbles engulfing him from the waist down as only the setting sun is around to keep him company. Making sure to keep his arms above water, he brings the “joint” to his lips again, taking another big drag as the end starts to cherry brightly. His cheeks start to turn a faint shade of red; holding the intoxicating smoke deep within his lungs. After only a few moments he exhales again; sending another inebriating cloud off into the sky as a cocky smile crosses his face.

But his peace can only last for so long. Along the edge of the tub, his cell phone starts to ring. “ God damn it. Dis’ better be important, man’g” he mumbles to himself, reaching over to answer the now ever-growing, annoying phone. “ Heyyo, chu’ got me” …that is about the best greeting they could expect to get from him at this point in time. This was his day off, after all. Running the streets of Miami the way that he does, a man could get lost within the business. You must know when to step back and take some personal time to collect yourself. Because on the streets, just like in the ring, it is about staying sharp. And none, in either scenario, where as sharp as “Razor”.

He didn’t have to hear his voice and he knew who it was. The son of a bitch, Rico. He had been ducking his phone call for weeks now. The fool; thinking he was going to just walk away with Scott’s investment. It was a rookie mistake on his part. He never should of trusted Rico with that kind of money. Oh well. There is no turning back now. The question wasn’t “why” but “how”. How are they going to resolve this issue? As the smirk starts to fall from Hall’s lips, it would seem that he had thought up a “resolution…..

'The Latin Loser' Rico: Scotty, I swear brotha’, I was gonna call. I’z juss’….

the sound of his voice only seemed to irritate him. Hall quickly interrupts the man’s stuttering excuses; cold and heartless as all his business transactions are.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Save it, man’g! Chu’ messed around with ma’ money, Chico. Chu’ might as well been messin’ around with my emotions. Das’ something’ chu’ juss’ don’t do. I’ve put men in their coffins for doin’ me wrong; why should chu’ be any different? Huh!? Chu’ think dis’ is some kind of game? Is dat’ it? Dis’ is pretty fuckin’ funny, aint it. I bet chu’ even laughin’ right now. But I’ll tell chu’ dis, man’g. You won’t be laughin’ for long…..

…there was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone. Scott’s words were as serious as the retaliation he sought after. Rico must think on his feet, if he hopes to save himself. Drawing in a deep breath, the young man starts to speak again…..

'The Latin Loser' Rico: Hey man, just give me a few more days. Das’ it. I swear man, I’ll come through for you on this. I’m ya’ boy, you can trust me…..

Hall chuckles a little to himself. “Trust him”? Yeah, that will happen. Right after hell freezes over. Scott quickly responds to the mans pleading. This needed to be dealt with and quick, before any wondering ears possibly stumble over the conversation.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Chu’ listen to me, holms. I’ll give chu’ one day. Not one month. Not one week. Juss’ one day. Das’ it. And if chu’ aint got my money, or my two “keys” I swear to da’ lord above dat’ I’ll cut ya’ head off ya’ and send it home to ya wife and kids. I’ll….

suddenly the backdoor of his home opens….

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Chu’ got twenty-four hours….I’ll see ya’ den’.

Instinctively Hall hangs up the phone; not sure who the visitor might be. But as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of the shaggy black hair and bandana around the forehead; his nerves return to being eased. Syxx walks closer towards the hot tub. Wearing a beat up leather jacket, faded “Degeneration X” T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a rip in the knee; Syxx looked like he just crawled out from the backseat of his car, but then again, he was always a bit of a scrub. But no matter how much of a burn out Syxx resembled, Scott had always looked at him as a younger brother figure. Someone he had been looking out for in both his professional and un-professional careers.

Taking a seat on the edge of the tub; Syxx looks down towards Scott. Shaking his head condescendingly as a devilish smirk crosses his face.

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: So, you gonna’ pass that or just let it burn?

Syxx nods towards Scott’s hand. He had totally forgotten about the rolled zigzag he had been smoking before the phone rang. It had burnt down almost halfway in just the short period of time he had been on the phone. But what did it matter? He could always roll up more. Offering the roach over to Syxx; Scott stretches his arms across the ledge of the tub, leaning his head back. Closing his blood shot eyes and collecting his thoughts for a moment…..

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: …I tell ya, kid. All des’ little bitches think they gonna’ walk off over me, chu’ know? Like I’m some sort of a punk. Man’g , they must be smoking’ something better den’ what we got. Ha ha…

Syxx nods in agreement. Brining the “joint” to his lips as he takes a few quick drags; brushing back a few strands of his hair with his free hand. Not wanting them to catch fire. Taking one more solid drag before passing it back to Scott; Syxx exhales a monster cloud of smoke, coughing a little bit in the process.

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: *coughing uncontrollably for a moment* DUH-DAMN! Scott, this is some killer shi-shit. …*catches his breath*….wow. You could of warned me, pal.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Crawl before you walk, Chico, crawl before you walk.

Scott looks towards his friend, smiling a bit as he takes another drag…..Syxx just gives him the finger. Both men laugh a bit. Scott flicks the roach of the joint over in the bushes as he starts to rise up out of the water. Grabbing a towel, he steps out of the hot tub and onto the soft green lawn below. Draping the towel over his shoulders, he looks towards Syxx; his expression changing from a intoxicated one to being stern and almost business-like.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: So…did chu’ get what I asked for?

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: Oh yeah! Shit, bro, I almost forgot about that.

Rising up to his feet, Syxx reaches into his back pocket; pulling out a folded up piece of paper. As he hands it over to Scott, he wastes no time unfolding it; a bit eager to read it. Skimming it over with his eyes, he starts to mumble a bit…. “We here at WWE would like to welcome….yada, yada, yada……we expect chu’ at’ fallow these strict terms and…blah, blah, blah…..we can’t wait at’ see chu’ at the Invitational. Sincerely, Vincent Kennedy McMahon” ….Scott folds the paper up again, looking towards Syxx with a bit of a frustrated look on his face.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: What da’ hell is all dis’ about, man’g. “Strict terms” ….I mean come on, they can’t be serious.

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: I hate to say it, but them be the rules. Vinnie-Mac wouldn’t have it any other way. He said you either play their rules or no contract.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Now kid, chu’ know I’m always on my best behavior. *devilish smirk* ….well, at da’ very least, I’m slick about what I do. They dun’ need ta’ know what I do. What was dat’ other part? Something about an “invitational” or some load like dat’.

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: Oh, that….well ya see….I sort of had to promise some people that you would…..take part in this open match thing; this week on RAW. It’s a contest to catch the eye of the Brand’s General Manager. I figured if you win, it would be hellaciously nick publicity. And you said you wanted to make an impression in this bizz’ again, right?

Hall nods, hesitantly

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: Good. All you gotta’ do is slap around a couple of pricks. Guys like Alex Shelley and….and….shit, I don’t know these things. But Shelley is in it, how bad could it really be?

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall: True, if dat’ out of work camera man is getting pushed into this; it should be a walk in da’ park for me. So yeah, if das’ all I gotta’ do ta’ get a little recognition, slap around dat’ little punk Alex Shelley and what ever trash manages to drift into my ring; den’ it’s on with da’ bad guy. I’ll do it.

'The Buzz Killa‘' Syxx: Awesome! This is gonna’ be fuckin’ great, bro. Syxx Pac and The Bad Guy, side by side again. Who knows, maybe we could look up Shawn and the rest of the crew. You know they gotta’ miss our asses.

'Da' Bad Guy' Scott Hall:Sounds like a plan to me, Chico, lets do dis.

With that said, Syxx and Scott both head in the direction of the beach house. The scene slowly fades out…….

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