Posted by Geshwen on 11/23/2001, 3:55 pm Man: Finally Im back and damn it feels good. * He walks over to a man who is curling dumb bells and taps him on the shoulder. The man is a tall buff white man that looks as if he had been lifting his whole life. He is wearing a tang top and athletic shorts.* Man Lifting: Gershwen! Is that you old buddy? Man: Yeah its me. Man Jimmy you havent changed a bit. Your stills pumping the iron and I am guessing you still teach those young kids? like you taught me. Jimmy: No, I gave up on that the day you were kicked out of the WFW. *Gershwen hangs his head as he takes a seat an bench pressing bench. He looks around the gym again and a smile slowly comes across his face.* Gershwen: Look that was a long time ago, I am a changed man, and I am never going to do that again. I learned from that mistake and am ready for the glory all over again. Holding that title over a bloody body while the crowd chants for me. It isnt about the money because I still have more then I could dream of, it is about the passion for the sport. The desire to win belt after belt as I tear this fed to bits. I am going to enter every division and win because I am that damn good and no one and I mean no one can stop me. Jimmy: It wasnt that long ago, two months? Get out of here your washed up anyway. Go home to your money, girls, booze and drugs because I am to old to be doing this for free. I have trained you, you know everything you need to so go on get out of here. Gershwen: Is this about the money because I will gladly
Jimmy: No! Its about all the respect you gave me when you became famous. I cant remember, how much did you give me? Gershwen: None, but I was scared to show up on the scene with you know how much shit I was in with the west side. I couldnt man, I just couldnt. *Gershwen gets up, picks up his bag and begins to walk back tawrd the entrance as Jimmy stops him. Jimmy: Is that true is all that stuff you said about the west side true. Gershwen: Yeah, man it is. Jimmy: Lets get to work! *Gershwen picks up his bag and walks toward the locker room and Jimmy sits down to lift more weight. The scene cuts to the locker room. Gershwen is sitting down in full gear he takes a deep dark stare into the camera and the words spill out of his mouth one threatening word after the other.* Gershwen: How? How could I sink as low as this? How could I sink as low as 1 line role-plays by people who think there good this brings me back to the NWA in 1996 but they have evolved and as I can see this fed hasnt. I am the only one in this fed with any talent but hey free titles that works for me. This isnt a joke I am going to beat anyone and everyone that steps into the ring with me. If you dont believe me I can prove it so yes if you cant tell this is an open challenge. And that my friends is THE LAST WORD! *The scene cuts to black*
*A nice black Range Rover squeals its tire in the parking lot of a work out gym. African man steps out and he is dressed in a pair of baggie jeans, Gershwen shirt covered by a black jean jacket, and some Adidas Superstar shoes. He reaches in the back and grabs a gym bag. He slams the door as the bag swings on his shoulder and he walks toward the entrance. He opens the door and steps on the florr mat as he lets out a sigh of relief. He stand there for a while and looks around and says to himself.*
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