Post by fninfamous on Feb 20, 2007 23:23:02 GMT -4
The scene opens with none other than Tha Infamous 187 standing within what looks like a parking lot. He standing there with his hood to his sweatshirt hanging over his head. A smirk on his face his he stares at the cold, hard ground. He looks up at the camera and begins to laugh to himself. It wasn't long for the pay per view. It was time to speak on the situation at hand. With that smirk on his face he usually has, he goes on to start by saying...
"Murda' By Numba'z... As I said befo'... How fittin'... You know what I'm sayin'? "
He pauses for a moment as he begins to slowly walk around the parking lot.
"You already know my name. 1...8...7. Many people might already know off top what 'da name means. If you don't know, 'dis fo' you slow mothaf**kas. 'Da numba' "187" is 'da numeric code fo' 'da crime of murda' used by law-enforcement officials, in 'da state of California. 'Dis number is used for 'dis purpose 'cause Section 187 of 'Da California Penal Code deals wit' 'dat crime. Basically fo' you slow as f**k @$$ mothaf**kas 'dat don't know what 'dat means. "187" equals murda'. Plain and simple. Which is why 'dis Pay Per View is so damn fittin'. It's called Murda' By Numba'z. 'Da numba' "187" is fo' damn sure gonna go on a damn murda'in' spree come 'dis pay per view. You can call it a damn massacre. Call it 'da "APW Massacre" if you wanna man. You see 'cause me and my brotha's gonna fo' damn sure air out and mirk who eva' get in our damn way. 'Da first victims is gonna be them b***hes Roy Trigga, Austin Harris, and Joe Bruisa'. Roy Trigga and Austin Harris been b***hin' and whinin' and moanin' and complain and... WHY DON'TCHA' JUST SHUT 'DA HELL UP ALREADY?!"
He shakes his head as he goes on to do his best impression of Roy Trigga's voice...
"I go out there. Beat this team. Beat that team. Beat this guy. Beat that guy. Where's my title shot? I want my title shot! WHY NOT ME!?.... Oh come on please! You sound like a damn broken record damnnit. Someone really needs to shut you the f**k up. Quit your damn b***hin'. So you get a few wins and think you deserve a damn title shot? Get in line. I been tearin' sh*t up since day one. You don't see me whinin' ova' no damn title. Obviously you ain't heard my rant 'bout 'da titles awhile back. You want me to break down what a title is? Gold bound to leatha'. 'Dats all. It don't measure sh*t. It don't make you 'da hot sh*t of 'da federation 'cause you holdin' a title. You think a title makes 'da person? F**k no. 'Da person makes 'da title. I ain't asked fo' a damn title shot since I been here. I've been tossed title shots. Why? 'Cause I don't need no damn title to know I'm the sh*t 'round here. 'Dat ain't bein' cocky neitha'. 'Dats 'da damn truth of it all. 'Da Angels know I've been bustin' my @$$. 'Da backstage know I been bustin' my @$$. Hell, even 'da champions know I've been bustin' my @$$. I ain't asked fo' sh*t. Why? 'Cause I don't need a damn title to prove nothin' to anyone. I don't need to prove a damn thing. I've done enough provin' in my short career fo' just about three years worth. To say I ain't worthy of a title is downright blasphemous. But you don't see me out there complainin'. Hell no. I'm focused on things mo' important. I'm workin' on entertainin' 'da fans. F**k titles. F**k complainin'. I'm focused on kickin' yo' @$$es and Joe Bruisa's."
He pauses once again as he stops walking. Looking right into the camera.
"Oh yeah. Joe Bruisa'. Don't let 'dat lil' victory wit' 'da Cross brotha's get to yo' head. You ain't pin me. So sh*t don't count. You just stopped me from kickin' yo' @$$ even longa' in 'dat match. Don't think you accomplished somethin' big by stallin' me. It don't mean nothin'. You ain't pin me yet. Don't act like you did somethin' big. 'Cause you didn't. You just like Harris and Trigga. One on one, you can't hold me. Not one damn bit. Harris knows 'dis. Trigga fo' damn sure knows 'dis no matta' how much denial he in. And you gonna learn 'dat sh*t 'da hard way Bruisa'. Come Murda' By Numba'z. I'ma leave all three you b***hes bloodied. I'm goin' to 'da bank on 'dat. Count on it. Make sure you b***hes is all ready and prepped up. 'Cause 'dis sh*t ain't gonna be pretty."
With that said, 187 walks off camera. Then the screen... fades to black.
"Murda' By Numba'z... As I said befo'... How fittin'... You know what I'm sayin'? "
He pauses for a moment as he begins to slowly walk around the parking lot.
"You already know my name. 1...8...7. Many people might already know off top what 'da name means. If you don't know, 'dis fo' you slow mothaf**kas. 'Da numba' "187" is 'da numeric code fo' 'da crime of murda' used by law-enforcement officials, in 'da state of California. 'Dis number is used for 'dis purpose 'cause Section 187 of 'Da California Penal Code deals wit' 'dat crime. Basically fo' you slow as f**k @$$ mothaf**kas 'dat don't know what 'dat means. "187" equals murda'. Plain and simple. Which is why 'dis Pay Per View is so damn fittin'. It's called Murda' By Numba'z. 'Da numba' "187" is fo' damn sure gonna go on a damn murda'in' spree come 'dis pay per view. You can call it a damn massacre. Call it 'da "APW Massacre" if you wanna man. You see 'cause me and my brotha's gonna fo' damn sure air out and mirk who eva' get in our damn way. 'Da first victims is gonna be them b***hes Roy Trigga, Austin Harris, and Joe Bruisa'. Roy Trigga and Austin Harris been b***hin' and whinin' and moanin' and complain and... WHY DON'TCHA' JUST SHUT 'DA HELL UP ALREADY?!"
He shakes his head as he goes on to do his best impression of Roy Trigga's voice...
"I go out there. Beat this team. Beat that team. Beat this guy. Beat that guy. Where's my title shot? I want my title shot! WHY NOT ME!?.... Oh come on please! You sound like a damn broken record damnnit. Someone really needs to shut you the f**k up. Quit your damn b***hin'. So you get a few wins and think you deserve a damn title shot? Get in line. I been tearin' sh*t up since day one. You don't see me whinin' ova' no damn title. Obviously you ain't heard my rant 'bout 'da titles awhile back. You want me to break down what a title is? Gold bound to leatha'. 'Dats all. It don't measure sh*t. It don't make you 'da hot sh*t of 'da federation 'cause you holdin' a title. You think a title makes 'da person? F**k no. 'Da person makes 'da title. I ain't asked fo' a damn title shot since I been here. I've been tossed title shots. Why? 'Cause I don't need no damn title to know I'm the sh*t 'round here. 'Dat ain't bein' cocky neitha'. 'Dats 'da damn truth of it all. 'Da Angels know I've been bustin' my @$$. 'Da backstage know I been bustin' my @$$. Hell, even 'da champions know I've been bustin' my @$$. I ain't asked fo' sh*t. Why? 'Cause I don't need a damn title to prove nothin' to anyone. I don't need to prove a damn thing. I've done enough provin' in my short career fo' just about three years worth. To say I ain't worthy of a title is downright blasphemous. But you don't see me out there complainin'. Hell no. I'm focused on things mo' important. I'm workin' on entertainin' 'da fans. F**k titles. F**k complainin'. I'm focused on kickin' yo' @$$es and Joe Bruisa's."
He pauses once again as he stops walking. Looking right into the camera.
"Oh yeah. Joe Bruisa'. Don't let 'dat lil' victory wit' 'da Cross brotha's get to yo' head. You ain't pin me. So sh*t don't count. You just stopped me from kickin' yo' @$$ even longa' in 'dat match. Don't think you accomplished somethin' big by stallin' me. It don't mean nothin'. You ain't pin me yet. Don't act like you did somethin' big. 'Cause you didn't. You just like Harris and Trigga. One on one, you can't hold me. Not one damn bit. Harris knows 'dis. Trigga fo' damn sure knows 'dis no matta' how much denial he in. And you gonna learn 'dat sh*t 'da hard way Bruisa'. Come Murda' By Numba'z. I'ma leave all three you b***hes bloodied. I'm goin' to 'da bank on 'dat. Count on it. Make sure you b***hes is all ready and prepped up. 'Cause 'dis sh*t ain't gonna be pretty."
With that said, 187 walks off camera. Then the screen... fades to black.