Alexi Draconis: Lyricz will be happy.
A knock is heard at the door as Alexi picks his head up from the television. He walks over and opens the door. Lyricz is standing in front of him in a white Shaquille O’Neal number 34 Lakers jersey. He has the Television Championship on his shoulder as he makes his way into the room. He shakes hands with Alexi and then tosses the belt on the bed.
Lyricz: How’s my team doing?
Alexi Draconis: 20-18
Lyricz: Lakers?
Alexi Draconis: Yeah.
Lyricz: How’s Diesel doing?
Alexi Draconis: Who?
Lyricz: Shaq.
Alexi Draconis: Doing good. Handling Yao real well. Has 10 points. Oh, second quarter is beginning. Want a beer?
Lyricz: Yeah, Corona if you have. But, if you don’t have Corona, I’ll take whatever.
Alexi walks to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door. He grabs two Labott Blue’s. He closes the door and sits down on the opposite bed of Lyricz. He hands the beer to Lyricz who tosses the cap on the nightstand. He takes a sip and gets a grimace look on his face.
Lyricz: What kind of beer is this?
Alexi Draconis: Labott Blue.
Lyricz: Canadian beer?
Alexi Draconis: Yeah.
Lyricz: Better than nothing. Yeah! Kobe with his fourth assist. Good job Medvendenko!
Alexi Draconis: Rockets with their seventh turnover! Are you ready for your match?
Lyricz: I’m ready for Jimmy Vetalo. He wants what I have, and I want to keep what I have. Once again, it’s Titans vs. High Rollers. I’m going to beat Jimmy, like the Lakers are going to be the Houston Cockets.
Alexi Draconis: I think you should do a rap.
Lyricz: Ight, Drac.
It’s Lyricz vs. “Small” Jimmy Vetalo
He wants to take my belt, oh hell no
It’s a Titan vs. a High Roller
He has a deal with Nike, mine’s with Pepsi-Cola
When the bell goes “Ding, ding, ding”
I’m going to work Vetalo like Shaq on Yao Ming
In the Main Event, it’s Krisus vs. Draconis
Draconis will keep his belt…you all know this
They call me a magician, because I’ll make you disappear like chalk and an erasers
I’ll hit the game winning shot like Kobe vs. the Trailblazers.
Jimmy, you want to mess with another Titan, man please.
You already got beat by Alexi, Trouble Shooter, and tomorrow it’ll be me.
Vetalo, you’re the favorite to win tomorrow, since your bigger and better.
But tomorrow, I’ll smoke you cheddar.
I don’t know if you will underestimate me or not.
But, tomorrow, I’m going to be all over you, like a slut and a cumshot.
“Big” tomorrow you’re going to mess with one of the best in the business. It won’t be easy, not by a long shot. I’m leaving it ALL in the ring tomorrow, because I don’t want to be in my lockerroom Sunday night and say “what if?” You can think of me as a joke or whatever you want. But, at the end of the night, you’ll think of me as “Champion.” Now, I’m going to enjoy the Lakers as my man, A.D., talks about that bitch I whooped last week, Krisus.
Lyricz scoots all the way back on the bed and kicks his feet up. He takes another sip of his beer as he sees Shaq get fouled.
Alexi Draconis: Okay Krisus, you better be listening up, since I don’t want to repeat it over again. Just pop the tape into the VCR and hit record, since your little simian brain will need to go over this a few times before you get it. And what I mean by it, is this:
Krisus, maybe I am afraid of you. Maybe all my fears about life are crashing down on me right around now. Perhaps the situation has rushed up and hit me full force. I am distracted. I am worried. I have a lot on my mind, which will mean that I’m not at my physical and mental best.
But you’re going to need it. Every last bit of it.
Krisus, we both know that you just aren’t as good as I am. It’s obvious. If you were good, you wouldn’t be in the situation that you are now, as the challenger. You’d be the champion, and everyone would be going after you and what’s wrapped around your waist. But you aren’t. You have nothing on your side, except for nature’s visual gift. You are unnaturally large, and everyone can see that. But your gift is easily combated.
My gift, on the other hand, is not as easily seen, but much more effective. You can’t just sub my gift out of the equation. You have to work around it, which is impossible.
My gift, is pure talent. Pure, unfiltered, fully concentrated, talent. Mine is even rarer than your gift. Mine is highly explosive, as well as corrosive. Everyone wants it, yet not everyone can get it. Money can’t buy it, but it can buy money. Mine gift is long lasting, always bringing in the goods. Your gift has its moments. Than it gets swept away under the rug.
You starting to see the difference now? Just rewind the tape and watch it again. But rewind it only once, since you would keep watching it and miss our match all together. You don’t want that to happen, now do you?
No, of course not.
I may be afraid of you, but I’ll get over that soon enough. I know how to use fear as a tool, a weapon even. It doesn’t even have to be my opponent’s fear. I know how to use my very own fear, and turn it around. Krisus, all I have to do is look back at our last yet very first match. The night when we burst onto the scene in that Tables, Ladders and Chairs match, all contained within a steel cell. You may have put my body through hell, but I still came out on top.
Tomorrow night will be no different. I know the High Rollers want this to be a long and drawn out struggle, since they just want to waltz right into April Attack and become the World Champion. But I won’t let that happen. The only way that a High Roller walks out of the next Pay Per View is over my dead body.
And Krisus? You won’t be the executioner. No one will.
Bring your best Krisus, because it is still my worst.
The T.V. shows the Lakers/Rockets game going into halftime, with the Lakers leading 40-34. Lyricz gets off the bed and sits on the edge with his championship. Alexi grabs his championship and they both look at their championships, then each others. They raise their beer in the air and tap their respected championships and drink, to symbolize a toast.
Lyricz: Jimmy, don’t get me wrong. You and Thunder are talented as high. Don’t put words in my mouth. Because, I haven’t said a damn thing about you or Thunder in weeks. Alexi talks and Shooter does as well. You were sarcastic when you said it took a lot of talent for Shooter and I winning our titles…but how much talent will it take to take them away from us. Jimmy, the end is near for the High Rollers. The end isn’t near, the end is far away from the Titans, as it can be. Tomorrow, Vetalo, you’re stepping into the ring with someone that isn’t afraid to lose his title. If I do, I’ll either regain it, or jack Thunder’s title if he beats Shooter. But, that won’t happen. Because, like I said before, tomorrow will be the Titan’s night, like every night. And there’s not a DAMN thing you, Thunder, or the High Rollers can do about it.
Lyricz turns his attention towards the television as the scene fades.