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[LOS ANGELES] (8) Ice Tre vs. (9) Bryan Dawkins

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First round match held at McCarthy Athletic Center, in Spokane, WA on Gonzaga University's campus.

RP deadline is 3/10/08, 11:59:59 PM EDT, give or take a second. No RP limit. One fall to a finish. All other regular rules apply.
 

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Aloha, Son.

FADEIN: The scene is one of island bliss. Waves slowly lapping on a sandy beach, the sun setting softly on a clear blue horizon. Palm trees gently sway to the rhythm of that hawaiian sound.

ICE TRE:
Tiny bubbles in my Colt 45, keep a homie happy ... keep a brotha alive...

The camera pans to a shot of Ice Tre being fawned over and fanned upon by a gaggle of beautiful women. It is quite possibly the most surreal vision ever viewed. Tre's feeble, pale frame lounges in what appears to be a bed of plush pillows and blankets. Dressed in a custom TEAM EPW jersey, the captain's insignia firmly stitched over his heart, the T-R-E swelled with pompous arrogance -- stinking of a newfound confidence and cockiness.

ICE TRE:
Guess who's back, yo? Back on the TEAM circuit, back on one of the biggest stages that this business has ever produced. It's Your Boy. The One and the Onliest. The Hardest, Toughest Soldier in the Hustle. The Most Capitalized Man in Wrestling History. It's Your K'ang of the Streetz...

You know who it is.

ICE TRE:
Ice Tre. Think back TEAMmates, think back to the Dupree Cup. When half of the 'riginal Team EPW vanished, they called ME. When Dan Ryan wanted a partner to help TAKE OUT New Frontier he called ME. They called me and I DELIVERED. I delivered an exhilified performance that left the masses begging -- clamoring -- for mo'. Well. Mo' just walked in the do'.

Tre took a moment to acknowledge his surroundings and the lovely ladies fanning away just above him.


ICE TRE: Here I am. In the homeland of the first round 'pponent. The nation of Hawaii, home of Bryan Dawkins. Bryan Dawkins, son of a so-called wrestling legend on this rock. I know your story, Dawkins. Read your thin, weak-ass, retread bio in the indy dirt sheetz. I read it but it told me nuttin'. All it said was that you'z just a PUNK who lived in the shadow of his Pops. A ***** that can't understand why he'll NEVER be the star his old man was. You're claim to fame is SUCKING in a promotion your father PUSHED you in, then a ONE MONTH tenure in a BRITISH fed that no one's ever heard of? ... THAT's your story, G? I will give you some credit.

Really?


ICE TRE:
But not much. At least you manned up and struck out on yo' own. You tryin' to do yo' thang, prove yo' point. Unfortunate for you, in your first challenge escaping your daddy's shadow and staking a claim on a stage that actually MATTERS ... you've gotta BREAK da ICE. You've gotta take down Ice Tre. That, my high-flying, risk-taking friend ... is something ain't NOBODY been able to 'ccomplish.

Tre waved off his hawaiian-hoes and sat up a bit -- he adjusted his lazy gaze, suddenly becoming more earnest.


ICE TRE:
I'm where you WANNA be, Dawkins. You're lookin' at Wrestling ROYALTY. You lookin' at THE TOP DRAW of Empire Pro. Period. Point blickity-BLANK. TOP in merchandise, TOP in the Quarter Hours, TOP in Err'Thang, son. The TRU Numba One Contenda. Just by having your name attatched to mine, yo' stock goes up. After I dominate and decimate your talent-less ass, go 'head and GOOGLE yo' name. Take a peek at how many MySpace Friends you pick up. I'm gon' give you coverage and exposure, G. I'mma do dat by making an EXAMPLE outta you. By showing the world a side of The Tre they ain't never seen before. Showing Empire Pro, the snitches in NFW, the *****es of CSWA, NEW, and err'body else ... in ONE SHOT ... that This Man is Fo' REAL.

Oh snap.


ICE TRE: Show 'em that I don't play. I'm here to STAY. When it comes to the Invitational? You're just the first name I 'X'. You just the FIRST.

Slight tip of the head, a sneer spreads across his face. He is one homely homie.


ICE TRE: Round One. Out the GATE. On target. On fire. In control. Ice. F__king. Tre. Unnghh.

Unnghh.


ICE TRE: I came to Hawaii to get inside your head, Dawkins. And instead, I got inside your nation's ladies. I conquested your womenz, G. Str8 Up.

He shrugged his shoulders, apologetic.


ICE TRE: What can I say? Ice Tre; the Pimp.

FADEOUT, people.
 
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The hotel room of the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Honolulu, Hawaii was absolutely immaculate. A luscious fruit basket sat upon a table in the corner of the room, a small bar was filled with the finest liquors and coldest beer you could find anywhere on the island. The room included not only a stand-up shower, but also a fine Jacuzzi large enough to fit a couple grown adults. The bed was queen sized, and the view from the balcony was one a tourist would kill to find on a postcard so that he or she could send it to a loved one.

All of this was set up for the one and only Bryan Dawkins…no, not BRIAN Dawkins, but Bryan Dawkins. Not the football player, but the wrestler. Yeah, him. The one no one, including Ice Tre, knows about. Dawkins was in Honolulu to get away from his hometown, where apparently Tre was looking for him a matter of days ago. He was probably scared of facing him in the squared circle, so he decided he had to go to drastic measures to take his opponent out before the match. Too bad Dawkins left the island a few hours before Tre landed, on his way to Honolulu to prepare for both the PRIME Dual Halo match and his first match in the TEAM TiT.

Dawkins was out on the balcony, observing his amazing surroundings, when he broke the silence.

"Ice Tre...honestly, did you really think that coming to my home and attempting to take me out of the matchup prematurely was going to work?"

Dawkins slid his white-framed sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose and resumed.

"I mean, c’mon bruh, I’ve heard that you do a lot of things prematurely..."

Awkward pause.

"...but we won’t get into that. You gotta get out of that habit, bruh. Wait...maybe you were gonna try to use your sweet lingo and try to sweet talk me out of the match. You know, serenade me and persuade me to go on a date with you instead of go on with the match. C’mon bruh, I need to know your motives. This isn’t makin’ sense to me."

Yet another awkward pause.

"You’re a funny guy, though, I have to admit. Saying you ‘got inside my nation’s ladies’ and ‘conquested my womenz, g.’"

Dawkins lifts up his sunglasses just to reveal his eyes, which are rolling sarcastically.

"Well first I’d like to point out to you that Hawaii is a STATE, not a nation. Maybe if you wouldn’t have dropped out of school after third grade to sell crack and oral sex on the street corners of your ‘hood, you’d know that. How do I know you did that? You can’t speak correctly. You ‘conquested,’ which isn’t even a real word, mind you, ‘my womenz, g’?

Womenz? WOMENZ?! You’ve got to be kidding me. Are we back in the mid-90’s, where it was cool to replace the ‘s’ at the end of a word with a ‘z’? Wait a second...even if we were, IT WOULDN’T MATTER BECAUSE THE WORD ‘WOMEN’ IS USED TO DESCRIBE MORE THAN ONE WOMAN. Dear God, bruh...you must’a been pistol whipped in the ‘hood one too many times. You’ve been pistol whipped straight into retardation."

Dawkins chuckles, whistles at a hottie with a shirt cut so low that her tits were practically out in the open, who was walking by, and continues.

"And then you talk about making me famous? Me being the first one you 'X' from the list? You’re ridiculous, bro. But you’re right in one respect. I’ll be on my way to fame and fortune after this match, mostly because this will be the match that everyone remembers from this tournament. This will be the match in which the High-Flyin’ Hawaiian takes out the retarded gang-banger Ice Tre in the first round of the TEAM TiT.

I’ll actually be doing TEAM and its fans a favor by taking you out of the competition, Tre. They won’t have to hear your ridiculous rants, full of god-awful grammar and lies. And honestly, bruh, I’ll be doing you a favor. I’ll keep you from the embarrassment of having fans boo you repeatedly during every round of the tournament that you would happen to stumble into. Instead, you’ll have to endure the boos for one night, and one night only...

...that is, until you go back to EPW, where they undoubtedly despise you and your ways as well. But anyway, good luck...and if you want to try to intimidate, get inside my head, or take me out of the match beforehand again, I’m right here at the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Honolulu, Hawaii.

And believe me, I’m not goin’ anywhere, bruh."
 

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I Ain't Yo' Bruh, Bro.

ICE TRE: I put my hand up on yo' hip. When I dip, you dip -- WE dip.

FADEIN: Your Boy stands strong. Head down, arms held behind his back -- a light shines upon him from above. If the budget covered a smoke machine? You can bet there would be smoke rolling around him, ominous and heavy. In the distance behind him stood an inviting resort hotel full of pitched roofs, flowers, and affluent guests. The Soldier Called Tre stood motionless, eyes and face obscured still.

ICE TRE:
No question. No doubt. Ice Tre must be the most misunderstood player in the game. Fo' real. I mean .... err'body CASTIN' ASPERSIONS, an' ****. Thinking they know THANG ONE 'bout a player. But, trutf be told, they'z be fakers and perpetrators.

Slowly, and behind the thick tint of his trademark blocky sunglasses, Ice Tre looked up and met the gaze of the curious camera.

ICE TRE: Misunderstood ... 'cause SOME people just can't SEE how I roll.

Or see that Ice Tre communicates through a series of ironic boasts, claims, or assertions and intermittent "street jive".

ICE TRE: I've been AROUND, ya dig? Damn near been 'round the world. Damn near TWICE. I knowz people, G. I can look into a man's eyes and read his SOUL.

Tre allows a moment to let that to sink in.


ICE TRE: Gon' ahead ... THINK 'bout dat!

(*
Sigh*) Allowing another moment.

ICE TRE: I read SOULZ, G! ...on the REGULAR!

I get it, does everyone else get it?


ICE TRE: Ya FEEL me? I can spot a Soldier, if a Soldier presents ones-self. I can sniff out a Fake. I can read a Perpetrator. And y'all can best b'lieve that Ice Tre knows a HATER when he see's one in action. And guess what? Bryan Dawkins?

Tre uses his right hand as a sun-visor, sheilding his already shaded eyes. He hunches his shoulders.


ICE TRE:
I see you, *****. You'z a PLAYER HATER of the HIGHEST order.

Oh, No He Didn't!


ICE TRE: Dat's RIGHT! I SAID it! And I'mma break it DOWN fo' yo' stupid ass!

Tre holds up ONE of four bling-encrusted fingers (his Four Finger Ring (with thumb attachment, of course, doing it's proverbial thang).


ICE TRE:
Point ONE ... you runnin' the old "You Talk Bad" gimmick at me like it *EVER* stuck to me. Sh_t, man ... you think you the FIRST maw'fugga to come at me wit' dat noise? You CRAZY, boy. Ain't no secret that Ice Tre is the Most Unique and Most Influential Superstar to Step Between the Ropes! Ain't NO DIGGITY that the T, the R, and the E are 3 of the MOST feared letters in the American Alphabet! And there ain't no denying that the WAY that I talkz .. the GAME dat I SPIT ... can'tsts be PROPA'LY PROCESSED by REGRESSIFIED INDIVIDUALS! You RIGHT, homie. I don't TALK like you. I don't crowbar the word "bruh" into every other sentence.

That's true.


ICE TRE:
You'z a HATER, G. Gon' ahead and make fun of the way I talk ... won't mean a THANG in the R'ANG, ya heard? The language of war translates JUST fine, in ANY dialect, ya dig? And war is what I'm bringin'. The STREETZ is what I'm bringin'. The struggle -- something you probably had never seen until you got in the ring.

Tre smirked, remembering something.


ICE TRE:
You know struggle NOW, don't you, Dawkins? Not so easy when daddy's not around to make sure you get pushed "just right". You headlined a promotion WITHOUT your daddy lookin' out for you ... and it went belly-up in a MONTH. Say's a LOT abut what YOU be bringin' to the ring, Dawkins. ME? My accolades be OUT there. If you never heard of Ice Tre, by NOW Then you ain't nobody dat MATTERS. PERIOD. Err'body knows my story. I had to TELL everyone yours. And guess what? They STILL don't care about you. ME? I'm a certified, pedigreed EARNER on the TEAM circuit. B'LIEVE that I will bring a RUCKAS to that ring. There ain't ONE RING that Ice Tre has stepped into that has not BLAZED, nah'mean? Ain't never been ONE CROWD that didn't ERUPT at my STUNNING appearance! Ain't never been ONE boo, ONE cat-call! You are lookin' at The Most Beloved Wrestler Since Hornet.

...wow. Tre nods his head, camera zooms in for a moment to catch his "told-ya-so" smirk.


ICE TRE:
Mmmm-hmmm.

Cutting back to a wide shot, Tre finally relaxes his stance, each hand FIXED in a
'W'.

ICE TRE:
POINT B ... you got NO play with the womenz. No flow. You got ZERO game. What you DOIN'? Whistlin' at *****es like you was twelve years old. You GROWN, son!

Now Tre was angry, as if he was disappointed with non-lady-savvy men EVERYWHERE.


ICE TRE:
When you get to the endzone, G ... ACT LIKE YOU BEEN THERE!

Shakes his head with disgust.


ICE TRE:
You got NO concept of what it takes to develop a QUALITY STABLE of hoes .... DO you? T'be honest wit'chu? I feel BAD for you Dawkins. I do. You just ain't got a CLUE on how to OWN that #####, DO you? ME? Sheeeeeee-iiiiit. You KNOW Ice Tre is one of The Most Celebrated Macks in History! You just gotsts to KNOW that Your Boy is Poon Hound Prime, up in this piece. Your whole HOME COUNTRY be like ... like ... like a poon PARADISE, an' sh_t. And I'm takin' LIBERTIES, G. I'm takin' LIBERTIES!

Tre wipes his face with his hand, mock-exhausted by his tirade ... and the horror of it all.


ICE TRE:
You MAD 'cause you don't got the GAME I got. The Stee-Lo. The Undeniable SWAGGER. I don't blame you. You can gon' ahead and HATE on me fo' dat.

What a guy.


ICE TRE:
And finally, POINT THREE ... You think you stand a CHANCE? Clearly a blind-ass HATER. What have you accomplished? Ever? You may say that I know nuttin' 'bout you, but you ain't goin' to say what I got wrong? I read you like a "bruh"-filled book, Dawkins. ME? I am (maybe?) the Only Man in this Bracket Who Can Say He Has Beaten It's Number One Seed. Sean Stevens, to me, is Yesterday's News. Somebody I already BESTED in Empire Pro ... but here .... he's Number One? Somethin' wrong wit' dat picture, Dawkins ... somethin' Ice Tre plans to rectify, nah'm'sayin'? You might say I gotsts somethin' to PROVE. I, unlike you, I actually have TALENT. I have somewhere I can go in this business.

He points skyward.


ICE TRE:
And, as high as I am, Ice Tre can still ... only go UP from here.

I get it. He said
"high". Get it?

ICE TRE:
Unnghh.

It's funny because he likely is currently under the influence of marijuana. That's why he said he was
"high". Get it?

ICE TRE:
Haters get DEALT WIT', Dawkins. They get dealt wit' an' forgotten. So gon' ahead an' hate on The T. Despise the R. Ignore the E.

If you can. That
E is pretty apparent.

ICE TRE:
When all is said and dizz-un... to the millions of wrestling fans that follow TEAM events, and to the WORLD, you gon' 'ventually be just a footnote in The Ice Tre Story. Get comfortable wit' the idea you'll be remembered as the FIRST to fall to the Ice Age in the 2008 TEAM Invitational. Settle in wit' dat. Snuggle up to it. It's gon' be yo' REALITY.

Tre glances over his shoulder, at the Hilton Hawaiian Village Resort behind him.


ICE TRE:
You want me to roll in there ... demand yo' room number, and BUST down yo' sh_t. Maybe you expectin' a DRIVE-BY? Nah ... you ain't THAT special Dawkins. Matter of fact? When I got to this island, learned yo' story, and found out you was just a lesser, SOFTER version of your old man? I decided you couldn't HANDLE none of that. I'm doin' you a solid, Bry. I'mma save ALL of what I GOT for L.A. ... MY stompin' groundz! Bring what you GOT, Dawkins. I'll be bringin' MO'!

Believe that.


ICE TRE:
B'lieve dat!

The camera panned back as Tre stomped off. And, yes, we FADEOUT.
 

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