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*It's a typical Saturday night in Boston, Mass. The camera focuses on Spiders, a bar owned by two locals, Chris Smith and Tyrone "T-Bone" Webb. As the camera enters, the main upstairs is the typical bar scene - groups of friends scattered, with horny single guys trying their best pickup lines on the loveliest ladies in the entire northeastern United States. The camera crew is quickly led towards the basement of the establishment, where many of the locals say the real excitement is...... As the camera reaches the basement, they are led into a room, where 75-100 people are crowded together, with standing room only. There is a stage on the east end of the room, and on that stage is a single microphone, under a bright spotlight. Local emcee DJ Money walks on the stage to announce tonight's entertainment....* DJ Money: "Yo, I wanna welcome all ya'll to Spiders. Before we get started, let me give a quick shout out to my two main homeys, T-Bone and Chris. They own this place, and they let us use this place down here, so let's not let them down, ya feel me?" *The crowd roars its approval* "I know ya'll are ready to get started, so let's get our first competitor out here. From right here in Beantown, USA, give it up for Doug Moore, aka Heavy D!" Doug Moore, the man known locally as Heavy D, walks out on to the stage and in front of the microphone. Moore is a big man, 6'5", around 260 pounds. He is a local celebrity, having been very successful in local battle raps, similar to this one tonight. Heavy D grabs the mic.... D: "Yo, my name's Doug Moore, friends call me Heavy D - aint a man walking Earth do this better than me....I'm the only guy who can rock this party - I'll be dropping more bombs than the US Army......My pockets are deep like the mighty Mississip - I stand my ground, yo, I don't take no lip......I'm a man amongst boys, step to me and you'll fall - I dare anyone to try who thinks they got the balls...better recognize fools, I'm main event playa - and I got a special message for all you haterz... *flips off crowd, to which they roar the applause* This is my life, and I'm livin it large - Let me ask ya'll a question, who's in charge? Crowd: "HEAVY D!" D: "WHAT?" Crowd: "HEAVY D!" D: "WHAT?" Crowd: "HEAVY D!" D: "Shout it once more, so they hear you in the bar, Heavy D's in charge!" Crowd: "HEAVY D'S IN CHARGE!" D: "UH!" *The crowd roars their approval of the performance of Doug Moore as DJ Money takes the microphone from Heavy D.... DJ Money: "My man, my man....Ladies and gentleman, give it up once more for Heavy D!!!" *The crowd roars again*....."All right, all right....ya'll know we can't have a battle rap without another rapper. So here he is, comin straight and hard outta West Newbury, MA....Put your hands together for John Cena!!" *The spotlight move to the left side of the stage, and John Cena emerges, wearing a Boston Red Sox cap turned backwards, a throwback Bill Russell Celtics jersey, blue jean shorts and tennis shoes. He puts his hands together in his familiar unotuchables gesture. DJ Money hands the microphone to Cena and exits the stage.* Cena: "Yo, yo, yo - Now that the appetizer's over, it's time for the main entree - his name might be heavy, but I'm a giant like Andre.....I smell a foul odor, somebody turn on the ceiling fan - I passed a horse going east once, and dude, you smell like it's west end.......I see why they call you Heavy, you look like you carrying a fetus - forget seeing me, man, you can't even see your own penis.....I heard about that puzzle you did man, that really took some guts - The box said 2-4 years, only took you 6 months......You asked who's got the balls, well I got a set like no other - you don't believe me, why don't you go ask your mother......John Cena's untouchable, I rise above the masses - future's so bright for me I'm gonna need sunglasses.....You words were awful soft, mine cut sharp like needlepoint - you don't want none of this, dude, i'll smoke you like a joint......WORD LIFE!" *With that, John Cena drops the microphone and exits the stage to the left. The crowd erupts, and chants Cena's name over and over again, hoping for an encore. But Cena continues on his way up the stairs, and out the front door of the bar into the street. T-Bone follows Cena outside and tries to run him down. T-Bone: "John, you were real good in there man, I mean real good. Why don't you hang around here awhile longer? You and me, together, we could make a real living doing this stuff." Cena: "Nah, man. This stuff is fun and all, but my heart's just not in it. See, since I was kid in West Newbury, I wanted to be a wrestler. I've spent years of my life and most of my own hard earned money to get into the best shape possible. I gotta do this. It's the life I choose. And you better believe it won't be an easy one. It's full of long nights, bad flights, cheap motel rooms, and hundreds of bruises. I'll bleed, I'll sweat, I'll probably break a few bones. But I'm gonna make it, and I'm gonna make it big. Don't you ever forget the name John Cena. See ya around, man." *********************************************************************************** *A couple hours later, outside a local gym, we find John Cena, in a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants, gym bag over his right shoulder. Cena has just finished his daily workout and is walking towards his hotel room. Cena: "No turning back now. Time to put up or shut up. This is what I was born to do. It's what I've always dreamed of. I've wrestled in front of crowds smaller than that bar basement, and I've wrestled in front of 20,000 screaming fans and a world wide PPV audience in Madison Square Garden. I've won titles, I've kicked ass, I've taken names. But WWE was like hell on earth. My last few weeks there, I just couldn't stand it. I had to leave, and that's when I heard about this place called EMF. Word going around was these guys were the absolute best in the business. Guys like Messiah, Carnage, Wes Ikeda, Twilight, Kaedon....they're supposed to be the best of the best. Problem is, nobody that I've talked to has ever seen these guys in person. So, I'm gonna head over and check them out for myself. Maybe I'll find out how good they really are. Maybe I'll find out how good I really am. Most important thing now is to not look back, but look ahead. Face the uncertain future without fear or remorse. It's all I know. It's how I live. It's what I do. And I do it my way, just like ol' Frankie Blue Eyes. Some words of warning for the EMF, get ready for your first lesson in Thug-A-Nomics. *does Untouchables sign* *With that, John Cena walks away from the camera and disappears into the Boston night....* ========================================================================= OOC: I know it's not great, but I'm sure I'll get better with time.
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