Ice: This is where I lived before I struck it rich, people. In the "hood" as some may call it but, this neighborhood believe it or not has done a lot for me. I know I was just a regular old thug or gangster on the street before I did this gig in the wrestling industry but, if it wasn't for this place. This shit hole at it is now, I believe I would just be making regular money. Not that there is anything wrong with that but, I'd rather be rich just like everybody else would rather be who has a 9 to 5. Man, I remember this place like as if I was doing what I used to do yesterday. I was about 16 years old when I made my first bit of cash. How did I do it? Well, I did something that I do not and I repeat, do not want any kids who looks up to me to do and that is sell drugs. I did it for survival and I did not do the damn thing to mess anybody up. Shit, they were already messed up when I started selling them the types of, uhh... how you say, medicine they wanted. I was not a drug lord, I was just a small kid with a big heart and that was to do something about all the bad things and well, I figure I might as well donate some money to this God foresaken place and make it a place where the kids can play and fall down with a bad scrape on their arms instead of playing and then falling down with a needle stuck in your arm. You know, I what I am trying to get to. I'm talking about giving them shots by doctors for survival instead of having them get shot by these stupid assholes on the street for death and by a "mistake" for that matter. I ducked a few bullets in my lifetime and these people wanted to kill me over nothing but money. Ha, 5 fucking dollars. And I still haven't paid these sons of bitches yet, ain't that something. I remember this room, this was the room where I stayed at and I had snucked my girlfriend Briana in here a few times. I wonder what happened to her anyway. And I remember when I was like 14 or 15 years old, there was no food on the table at all, really for all of us. I mean, there was like a couple slices of bread and one can of soda, the cheap brand. And mom had found one steak that she had hid a long time ago way in the back of the freezer. I remember when we ate and everybody had one bite of everything and a sip of the soda, taking turns and then went to bed. The funny thing about it is that my mother and father both worked. Still no food in the house. My little sister was about 12 at the time and all she used to do was cry. The messed up thing is that she was spoiled and you know shit hits the fan when you have a spoiled little girl and on top of that you are broke so you can't really bring her and everybody else home anything to satisfy them. {Ice laughs} Man, it was hard back then. Now you know exactly why I did the things that I have done to make a living. I had to lie to my mother and say I had a job at that store that we just passed witht he smashed in windows and how it was all burned up. It was called "Otto's" and he sold everything. I didn't work there but, I worked in front of there selling everything that I could sell. Sometimes I went into Otto's and then I stole a couple of things just so I can give my mother and father and little sister their birthday gifts, Father's day and Mother's day gifts, Christmas gifts, any other holiday that gives gifts, you name it. I didn't even get anything back for my birthday or Christmas except a hug and that truly did satisfy me a lot. Especially from my little sister because I loved her to death. Then, the shit that really messed me up is when my father who had been working at his job for about 20 years, finally got promoted to being the top man, the Excecutive of the company. He came home happy and called us up on his brand new cellular phone that he just bought, along with presents, and that included a watch for me, 24 karat cold with diamonds in it. That was the most expensive thing that anybody in our family bought except for me. As soon as he came close to entering the building... {Ice pauses and looks down for a minute} Some guy just comes up from behind him and says something like "Oh, how nice. You bought that for me?" and then he snatches it from my father. My father being the brave man that he was, snatches it back and tells the man it's for his kids and that we deserve it. He walks away from the guy and then he pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger right in the back of my father's head. My father wasn't looking but, we did. Me, my mother, and my little sister. My father died that night and since then, my life had never been the same because I actually looked for that guy so that way, I can make it even and kill him. It wasn't the right thing to do and thank God that I didn't find him because well, I could've been in jail instead of wrestling today. Well, I found the man and when I found him, he was just laying in the bushes at the basketball court. I did not say a damn thing to anybody, I felt that I could at least just let the man rot. Rot in the bushes and rot in hell for killing my father. When I hit 17 years old and it was my final year of High School-- Yeah, I completed High School on time, I was a thug but a fucking smart one. But, while I was in my final year of school, I seen my mom and my sister walking from the store. Let me inform you that my sister had just turn 15 at that time so she's still a little girl in my mind. I walk and they walk and we see each other and my sister calls out my name and then starts getting ready to run towards me. She tries to run across the street like she always does and she almost got hit by a car about 10 times before doing that stuff. Anyway, she runs and she nearly gets hit by a car again and then the second car pulls up and stops in front of her, purposely and some big guy, big like a body builder reaches out his arms and tries to snatch her. My sister bites him and then he lets her go and my mother comes with her spray bottle of mace and tries to break it all up by getting my sister away from him. That did not work so I ran as fast as I could to get there but in retaliation of my sister biting him on the arm and my mother trying to get her, the third guy in the car pulls out a gun and just starts firing. Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. There they both laid on the ground. My sister dead and my mom stuggling to her last breath. I made the phone call but it was too late, they were both gone and I had to lie just to not get taken away to a group home for kids with no parents. I tricked people to thinking my father was the man of the house until I was 18. Hell, it was only a year of that but I had the money to do it and when I did not have the money it was very easy to go right back to getting some more of it. Then I got tired of living in this house by myself, man. So, I talked my girlfriend Briana into moving in with me. Not for sex but for company, I wasn't used to being by myself all day. After all the drama that happened, I made it wrestling and completely left Briana here all by herself, promising that I will be back to pick her up after this thing blows over but I totally forgot about her and now she's probably dead. God forbid that but, that is the way my life is. I love you dearly and then you die. I don't have any family anymore. Come on, let's get the hell out of here.

-Ice walks out down the stairs and out of the building followed by the camera man and the buidling still crackles and pops like a big bowl of Rice Krispies and as soon as Ice and the camera man walk away from the bulding within safte distance, the building shakes so hard that you can hear it from a mile back and then all you see a big pile of smoke come from the bottom and quickly rise to the top as the building drops fast to the ground and shaking the streets of the Bronx. Ice looks back into the camera and then gets ready to get into his car and then across the street stands a woman being harassed by a pimp of Hunts Point in the Bronx. This pimp, like all Hunts Point pimps is wearing a long biege mink coat, instead of fur like most pimps do, black pants, biege boots and a black hat to match the pants with a biege feather in the hat to match the boots and mink coat. The pimp grabs the woman and threatens her life about working for him.-

the Pimp: Come here you little bitch. I am making you one of my hoes.

Woman: No! I don't want to be a hoe!!! I don't want to work for you!!! Get the hell off of me.

the Pimp: There ain't nothing but two mother fucking ways that I am going to let you go and that is if you say "yeah" or if I drop your ass right now with this knife bitch!

Woman: No, no. Fuck you! {the woman kicks him in the nuts and he let's go} Who's the bitch now?! Bitch!

the Pimp: I'm going to fucking kill your ass, bitch. I better not see you again. And after I kill you, I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. I swear to God, you better not come back around here.

-The girl looks at the pimp and starts laughing and gives him the middle finger. Ice looks at this whole thing and then he starts laughing as well but then he looks deeply into the girl's eyes, as deep as he can because he seems to reconigze the face. He walks up to her and then he looks at her and she bumps into him and she jumps in fear and then looks at his eyes. Ice is wearing his mask so it's hard to tell who he is for anybody that he hasn't seen in a long time but this girl must be special...-

Woman: Rodney? Is that you? I can tell those eyes from anybody anywhere.

Ice: Briana. I knew it was you. I'm suprise that you still remember me. I would think that you go and find somebody else by now ever since I unintentionally left you here at home.

Briana: Oh, it was unintentional. Hmm... I waited 3 years for you, Rodney. Or should I just say, Ice? Since you are a big superstar in the XWF now. Which is turned into the NGW. I've been following your matches and your life, Ice. I watched every single episode, even when you wasn't there for a while because you had the bad injury outside of the XWF while it was trying to merge with DSW. I know about it all but you don't know a damn thing about me because I have been here. Here in this hell hole and I had to beg my mother just so that she can take me back in the house when you left and that is hard to go back there after I moved in with you breaking her rules and all that other shit we did together. But, I got something for you, baby. Something real good.

Ice: Oh, really?

Briana: Yeah. Do you want it, baby? Huh? {Briana looks at Ice and Ice nods his head, yes and then Briana cocks her arm way back and smacks him so hard that spit fly's out of Ice's mouth} There!!! That's what you get!

Ice: Shit!!! Look, I know I deserve that so I'm not even going to get mad about it. It's my fault. I left you here all by yourself and that is my fault because I forgot. I was just so much into work and wrestling and trying to be the best that I forgot about this place. I wanted to put this place behind me and by doing that I left you behind by accident, alright? What the fuck, I can't change the shit. It happened, you lived and I lived and I made it. At least you had a mother to go back to living with. I didn't have a damn thing or a damn person to live with or back me up in tight situations. I stayed in my room and thought, and thought, and thought and you know what I thought about? Nothing. 'Cause I don't have good thoughts. So, I can't do shit about it. I apologize 10 times. Now that I have seen you and you have done good for yourself as I can see. Why don't we just go right now and you come with me to the NGW and stay ringside to all my matches and as I can tell by your slap. You damn sure ain't a weak little girl anymore.

Briana: Well, I have been working out just to keep these starving for pussy little bastards away from me. And I accept your apology and you know that I can't throw a relationship of 12 years out of the window like that. We've been together since kids and we are staying togehter.

Ice: Suppose if I didn't want you though?

Briana: Then you wouldn't have made it out of this neighborhood. You would still be with me, whether you are dead or alive. {they both laugh and then both get into Ice's car} What about my clothes? I need them don't you think?

Ice: Girl, what the hell do you want with Levis and Silver Tab when you can have Versace' and shit that you used to just at on television and watch all of the other people who be having it on. Why wear something that you see in commercials with people that you don't know when you can wear something that models that you know like Tyra Banks, Rebecca, and a bunch of other ones wear? This is the big time. You might as well get damn near naked now and take that you have off right now and put on this Versace' sweater and skirt that I bought for you earlier just incase I saw you here.

Briana: Wow! Thank you, baby. I love you! {Briana takes off all her clothes and then throws 'em out of the window and reaches back to the box and puts on the Versace' outfit} I know I look good in these. I need some diamonds to go with this.

Ice: I know diamonds are a girl's best friend so look in the glove compartment and get all of those jewelry boxes and put them on then. {Briana looks in shock and she puts on all of the jewelry that he gave her and she gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek while he's driving} Don't mess around and make me crash. I have a match tonight and you need a name. A catchy wrestling name for a girl in the business. Something original.

Briana: I got one. Mystic! Well, I am a mystery kind of person and on top of that, I am wonderful. Just like a mystifying situation, wonder and mystery. What you think?

Ice: I don't know half that shit you just said but I know the beginning and I like Mystic, that sounds hot. So, from now on you are Mystic.

Briana: Great.

Ice: Now, I got to call Scottywood and see if he is ready for our tag match Tuesday. I haven't heard from him in a while.

Mystic: So, that means I am in The Extremists too? Wow. Already, I'm in a group and with a bunch of top superstars.

Ice: Yeah.. Ok, quiet. I'm on the phone. Yo, what's up. You ready, man?

Scottywood: You know, I'm ready.

Ice: I hope you training or whatever the hell you do before your match. I know you ain't hanging around your office with a bottle of that J.D. are you?

Scottywood: Hell no! I don't even drink Jack Daniels when I drink anyway. That's just some cheap hard liquor. We are big time, man. That means we are drinking expensive champange, right?

Ice: Oh, yeah. You know that. Well, I was just checking up on you. You know how Scott King and John Hitchin might be. Just see you walking down the hallway minding your own business trying to get a drink and then the next thing you know they jump on your back from behind or something and we can have that.

Scottywood: And if they did try, they would get perfectly destroyed. By..

Ice: The Perfect One. I got it. Alright, man. I'll see you when I get there.

Mystic: So, it looks to me like you are ready...

Ice: Listen, I don't even care if I was facing some 95 year old fat half dead bastard. I take all of my matches serious when I'm in the ring. Anybody can get lucky and well, that's basically the only way you can beat me besides cheat. Getting lucky comes what, like once in a blue moon so that is a percentage of I would say 2. 2% of the time, you will beat me. I ain't perfect but I am the best. I want the Tag belts because I do not want to lose. That's the way I am...

Mystic: I knew that. You are determined and ready for anything. Why you think I like you?

Ice: Because I look good. I got an interview scheduled with Scott Wilson in the ring. I gotta hurry up and get there.

Mystic: Well, speed this thing up.

-Ice puts his foot on the gas hard and the car speeds down the streets of New York City to Madison Square Garden where Ice is holding an NGW house show for an interview with Scott Wilson. Ice's car goes into the parking area and then Ice gets out of the car along with Mystic. The begin walking away from the car down the hallway towards the entrance to the squared circle so that way Ice can say his words that he wants to say about his Tag-Team Championship match with Scottywood against John Hitchin and Scott King, the Tag-Team Champions.-

{Ice's music blasts over the P.A. as Ice walks out from backstage w/Mystic}

{they walk down the ramp while all the fans are screaming}
{they enter the ring, Ice climbs the second turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air}
{he gets down and grabs a mic}

Scott Wilson: Well, greetings Ice.

Ice: Yeah, let's go.

Scott Wilson: Um, well as we all know you have a tag team match along with your partner and fellow Extremists member, Scottywood. You are your partner face Commissioner John Hitchin and Scott King in that match for their NGW Tag Team Championship belts. What are your feelings on that?

Ice: I wanted this match. The reason why I wanted this match is because I wanted to have another tag team match seeing as how I haven't had one in a long time. A long time being in over a year so I figure, why not go for it. I didn't ask for which partner I wanted, I just wanted a tag team match. I didn't care what title it was for, I just wanted a tag team match. So, now that I got it, that is all great and fine with me. I got what I want, I'm going to do what I do just to get those titles, not because I want them but because I am in a match for them and well, I don't like losing.

Scott Wilson: So, how do you feel teaming back up with Scottywood again?

Ice: Scottywood and I hardly ever team up to be serious with you. I mean when I first got back, we had some problems and all but, I really don't care about that. I don't like bringing up non important old news. I live for and by the moment. Teaming up with Scottywood is just another thing that happens that just clicks. We all know what really goes on.

Scott Wilson: Who is this lovely young lady with you here?

Mystic: I can speak for myself. So, therefore I think that you should just make sure you ask me the question. But to hell with waiting for you to ask. I am Mystic, Ice's girlfriend from way back in the past and well, I just came here to be with him and since there ain't no bitches around here in the Next Generation Wrestling Organization, I do not have to worry about kicking a bitches ass here in the Next Generation Wrestling Organization.

Ice: Scott Wilson, you are trash.. Interview over. I'm getting the fuck up out of here!! Before I do that, I have to do what every damn wrestler does and that is say their little catch phrase at the end of their speeches. So, Scott King and John Hitchin, unlike this trashy ass interview. I will be focused and all over your asses for sure.

AND YOU WILL FEAR ME, AND ONLY ME BECAUSE I- C- E

EQUALS G- O- D!!!!

{he drops the mic as his music blasts over the P.A.}
{he climbs the second turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air}
{he gets down and exits the ring walking up the ramp towards backstage w/Mystic}
{they dissappear behind the curtains to his locker room}

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GOD BLESS THE VICTIMS OF SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2001 AND PLEASE DON'T LET ME SEE A SITE LIKE THAT OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW AGAIN. AMEN