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John_Black · (04-24-2026)

April 5th- 12AM

[JB was alone at a club, he was in his finest black jeans, timbs, and a black shirt with a chain on. Hours pass, and he sits alone at a couch, where he manages to finesse the club owner to get it for free. Many broads came and went onto his table, all expecting him to trick on me. But he knew the game, so he shrugged me off, and they called him “brokie” and went on with their night. As he sat on the couch, drinking a bottle of remy he saw a woman in a black dress, hair in bob, makeup on fleek. She looks at his area, and he looks in her direction.]

???: Is this seat taken?

JB: Nah, come slide through.

[Then her perfume was strong in lotus flower, and she removed her sunglasses and he noticed it was Taraji P Henson in the club. He was tryin to keep it cool, but he wanted to spazz on her.]

JB: You that actress from some Fox show?

Taraji: How do you know?

[She then asks a club person for a shot of something expensive.]

JB: I never knew you’d be in this part of B-Mo. Got a shot or sumthin?

Taraji: Nah, just here for a vacation. I wanted to see what this nightlife was like here.

JB: How long you here till?

[Then the waiter comes with her bottle of expensive shit, and they pour it in a glass. She takes a sip of it, and he couldn’t help notice how she handles herself. As she finishes her glass, she pours some more in her glass.]

Taraji: You wanna shot?

JB: Nah, im good ma, i think i’ll pass. I don't want to get myself caught up with a celebrity like yourself. With the paps n shit, dont want your rep to be killed by my ugly ass face.

Taraji: Boy, you think I give a damn about that?

[Some time passes, and drinks flowing, this is where it is time for JB to get his mack on. But he realized that he hadn’t been on that wave in awhile, so he kept his eyes on his phone. Then suddenly, if it was a tenth or fifteen shot she started to lean on his shoulder. There’s that late spark that he felt he hadn’t felt in a long time.]

Taraji: you so cuddly… you know that?

JB: Really?... never knew that.

Taraji: you know…i never got your name…

JB: Oh my name is John, most peeps call me JB.

Taraji: JB…oh… you know, I wanna go back to my hotel. Can you come with me?

[JB realized he hit the jackpot, since he left his whip and took a taxi to hit the scene. Then before he could say a word, she randomly kissed him on the lips. After that, he knew what time it was, so he and Taraji booked a taxi to her hotel, which wasn’t too far from where the club was at. As it reached 3AM, JB and Taraji managed to do some ghetto shit like from Baby Boy’s sex scene. As they formed as one, it was almost dawn. Then both of them lay on the bed, sleeping away the moment.]

Next day- 11AM

[JB and Taraji are simply in her hotel, wasting the morning watching TV and eating room service shit. Then she puts on her robe, and she’s on the phone. In a panic, she tries to get herself ready and she tries too get JB off the bed in a rush.]

JB: yo yo yo…what's up?

Taraji: I have a film role I need to go too since this morning, you need to bounce!

JB: What scene?

Taraji: Some flick with John Singleton, you really need to leave so i can get ready!

[She pushed his clothes out the room, and he was in his drawls. He manages to put on his clothes, while the hotel patrons look on in confusion. He left the place, but forgot he left his chain there, so he just said fuck it and got a taxi to get to his townhome. Afternoon hits, and he was at Graves's wrestling seminar teaching them THUG-O-Nomics 101. It was productive with them writing notes and asking questions to him. He then has two students come into the ring and show the seminar people what’s up.]

JB: So as you see these two people in the ring, lock up.

[As they lock up, one student get them to the ropes. The other student backs up, but gives a cheap shot to the gut. JB stops the students, and teaches them something.]

JB: In a normal match, count of five… but a thug won’t give a shit and keep on attacking. Do it again!

[The same lock up and break up happens, but the offensive person start throwing worked punches, as the person on Defensive gives an eye rake as a counter attack. JB stops the presentation. He has the two students go back to the floor, as he stands on the mat looking at Graves's training students.]

JB: I know most people would believe to just sit back and take it, but you in a working way, have to have the attitude of not giving a fuck. But here’s my suggestion, look over Micheal’s wrestling tapes on DVD, and apply what I showed you today when you get home. I don’t know if he’ll want me to host another seminar, but I will be here to let you know what I can teach you all. Have a good week.

[Time passes, we see JB at BWI airport at 3AM for a flight to San Fran, as he passes security D and heads to his gate, he is stopped by some fans for an autograph. Slowly, people were hounding him for pictures and autographs until it became unconformable. Then he managed to pass through the crowd to find his gate, but then realized that it moved elsewhere which would take 40 minutes. As he rolled his carry on, he gets bombarded by people again for the same shit. He gets heated and screams.]

JB: LET ME GET TO MY FUCKING GATE! I CANT DO ANYMO SIGNS!...GET OUT OF MY WAY!

[As he pushed through, one person decided to push him on the floor, and he decided to snap back and beat the shit out of the person who pushed him. Due to all this, he missed his flight and had to book another one after he was detained. Luckily he got a flight that would be on route to San Fran by 9am. So he decided to go to a lounge to relax and get some food, then he decided to pull out his phone to record himself sitting in the sky lounge area.]

JB: Fans, am I right? Last few days i was fuckin that actress, teaching Graves’s students on how to be a thug, to being detained and missing my 5am flight. Thank god I built points to allow me to sit here alone, i even had a complementary coffee for my troubles. Don’t get it twisted, i love my fans i really do but when i have to do shit, please let me do shit and don't bother me. I know wrestlers like myself and others in the XWF has to constantly deal with overzealous fans, who might mean well but have ulterior motives.

When that unknown person pushed me, i had my breaking point, but i didn’t do too much damage since it was early in the morning. Im a man of peace, but if you want a piece of my peace then you gonna have to die. Im not much of a killer than i was many years ago, but i still have a pissed off streak left inside my body and soul. I decided to come back to wrestle on Warfare because of pure boredom; and i wanted to see what was out there. I know most people don’t care for a guy like me in the ring, but fuck em.

Now, I'm blessed to share a ring with Asher Hayes. I might not have much details on the gentleman, but I know he shares ties with XWF and its history. Hell with a name like that, he’s somewhere within the GOATs of this place, which i’d day big ups to him. Hell he probably had a stint when Jon Brown was running the day to day operations, maybe when Centurion was at his peak in the mid to late 2000s… or whatever the case is, he still got something to give for this business.

While people want to know “Who the Fuck Iz Asher Hayes”.... What i want to know is, do you have what it takes to deal with a man who don’t give a fuck about the rules? While you have your straight laced, agile, catered too mindset. I don’t have that, i don’t have people asking who the fuck is John Black…they asking “what is John Black finna fuck up this week?”; and you my friend are going to be the end of that statement this coming Warfare.

This isn’t a “imma beatcha azz hurdur”... this is me, man to man , face to face admitting that even if don’t have a chance in heaven’s doorstep i can beat you, i still got you shooked ones like Mobb Deep did in 1995. Because, im a mob that’s equipped for warfare, so beware of your surroundings Asher, im drop bombs like im hiroshima where only one man is left standing in the ashes of ash, filling like the one who did the impossible. Are U That Somebody that can do it, or tell me that your that somebody who can do it, because from what i sense is that you don’t have it in you do what is possible, which is going toe to toe with me in that ring.

My parting words is this, people will not be asking who fuck are you…

They will be asking if you had survived against a Soulja Of X-Treme this coming warfare…

I got a plane to catch.

[From there he turns off his camera, and gets his stuff to head to the 9am flight to San Fran, as the scene simply fades to black.]

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