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John_Black · **09-30-2026, 07:21 PM**

[We see JB simply home in his apartment, doing some chores. Then he gets a knock on a door by a police personnel, holding a missing child poster.]

Policeman 1: Hey have you seen this kid?

JB: What kid?

Policeman 2: Some 15 year old kid, he’s been missing in the area for over three weeks now.

JB: I happen to not know that kid officers.

Policeman 1: His family had ended up directing me to your address, and claim you knew the kid. Didn’t you run a rec center a few months ago?

JB: I happen to recall that, but what does it have to do with me?

[Then they simply barge into his apartment, looking around the place. Then JB looked on in confusement.]

JB: I don’t think you both need to be in my house like this.

Policeman 1: Shut it, we suspect you are kidnapping a teenager.

[JB looked on ready to fight, but he eased his fist back.]

JB: That is not true officers, who would claim that shit?

[Then suddenly a woman burst in his door, who looked like the mom from everybody hates chris in her mumu and hair rollers coming directly at JB.]

Woman with rollers: YOU!...YOU TOOK MY SON!

JB: Wha…

Woman with rollers: OFFICERS ARREST THIS MAN!

[Before anything goes on the teen comes out of the room, looking all scared at what is going on. Then the woman snatches the teens arm, but he wouldn’t budge. Then the kid shouts at the woman, which causes the whole area to be silent.]

Kid: I DONT WANT TO GO BACK TO YOU MOM! YOU AREN’T EVEN MY REAL MOTHER!

“Mom”: Shut the fuck up boy!

[Before the mother can slap the kid, JB grab the woman’s hand away from the kid’s face.]

“Mom”: Who do you think you are, creep!

JB: I don’t like kids being beaten by a bitch like you.

“Mom”: Who are you callin a bitch!?!?.... You anit shit nigga!

[JB no sells her words, and the teen backs up behind him as the police were confused on how to proceed with this “case”. Then he looks at the kid and moves outside to the hallway.]

JB: Look, you need to go back home, you can’t be coming here when shit hits the fan with your mom. Do you have other relatives you can go to?

Kid: My dad’s dead, and my auntie is all the way in Brooklyn Park apartments which is far from here. You are the only one who i trust, and i don’t want to go back to that woman.

JB: Alright fine, here’s the deal…

[JB hands him 20 dollars and his cell phone number to contact him for anything. Then he walks out of the hallway to the mother, and the kid cries as the mother grabs him by the braids to leave the house. After they leave, he talks to the cops.]

JB: Well, did you find what you need?...will you leave my premises?

Policeman 1: We're sorry for disturbing your peace, so long as the kid is safe back home with his parents, our business is done here.

[As the police officers left his apartment, he went back to cleaning his area. Night comes, and he’s out at Mcdonalds with some friends of his, wanting to have a chill night. As he ordered his food, he sat down by one of the booths with his friends, and they have a conversation about the hood.]

Mikkie: Ay yo JB, you still doing that wrestlin shit?

JB: Yeah, what about it?

Jon Jon: Man, why are you still doing that fake shit?

JB: Why yo baby mama still fakin it when she fuckin ya slime

[Jon get embrassed at they laugh as they much on they burgers and fries. As they talk, JB notices the same kid who’s outside of the place, looking around and being sus. Then suddenly, he puts on a ski mask and decides to come into the McD’s with his friends tryin to rob the place. Jon and Mikki ducked under the table, as JB remained calm with all the bullshit going on. Then one of the kids came up to his area with a gun, and aimed at him.]

Stick-Up Kid 4: Gimmie yo money sucka

JB: Im not givin up shit, blood.

Stick-Up Kid 4: Don’t fuck wit…wit.. Me

[As the 4th stick up kid was shaking with the gun, the main kid hear the sirens and they fled, then then the 4th kid was still shook there, staring at JB’s eyes. Before the police ran in, he whinked at the kid to leave the scene. Some hours pass, Jon, Mikki are at his apartment watching TV seeing the news of the robbing incident that happened earlier.]

Jon Jon: I almost shat myself…i wasn’t tryin to die!

Mikki: You bitch… you shit yo self when you walk in the stripclub.

Jon Jon: Whatever, JB i noticed you winked at one of the stick up kid, what up with that?

Mikki: Yeah what up with that?... you know em?

[JB simply does not answer that question, but decides to scroll on his phone. He see’s a text from the same kid he gave his number to, and he responds.]

Jon Jon: Wait, you dealin with them YNs?... bruhhhh

JB: Look, I'm trying to be positive to the youth in this damn city.

[Jon Jon and Mikki laugh as they sip they 40oz bottle in a brown bag.]

Mikki: These kids are hopeless John, why you bothering to make a difference to them hardheaded bastards.

JB: People need guidance, not ignorance.

Mikki: You need to stop tryin be to be save a nigga, and let em rot.

JB: Just them to be like another y’all two with no high school diploma and no hope, im tryin to give a damn about the lost and disinfrenced. I got out the mud from getting my shit in college and wrestlin.

Jon Jon: So?

[JB doesn’t respond, but he decides to order them a pizza and wings. Night falls, and he’s alone after his pizza session was done, then he hears a knock on the door and see’s the same kid who was in the stick up scene earlier before.]

Kid: Hey John, um…

JB: I know, you wanted to get your stripes huh?

Kid: How you knew?

[JB goes to his room, and lets him into the crib. As the kid sits on the couch, he
Pulls out a box of momentos of his days. He shows him his mugshots from his youth, and even shows him his own small pistol from his own stick up days.]

JB: Look kid, in fact, what do they call you in the streets?

Kid: They call me Plumb boi… da hitta.. But my name is Nathian. I was an adopted kid, my real fam abandoned me when i was 10.

JB: I understand, being lost and shit. Im not sayin not to dirt up by your lonely, but its got shelf life. These streets aren’t for everybody, hell just last week they found a boy in a gutter somewhere due to gang shit. Do you wanna go out like that?

Plumb Boi: Well… I haven't go to high school since i dropped out.. And my mother isn’t worried about me since she cares about those county checks that comes in, and not me. I am on the streets to be away from her, her bullshit.

[After Plumb Boi spills his guts out to John, a stranger but someone who he really confides in. JB decides to give him some water, and he try to find some resources on his laptop for him to support him, but Plumb Boi decides he wants to stay at his place, which got him shocked.]

JB: Hey would love to have you stay but you gotta go back home, i dont need your mama pressin charges on me.

Plumb Boi: Mane, fuck her!.... She anit shi–

[JB smacks him in the face, realizing what he did, he decided to let the kid go outside his apartment. Then he heard him crying as he walked out the hallway, as he closed his door as he looked distraught over what he did, as the scene fades out.]

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“I know this is supposed a shoot, and my previous adventure isn’t exactly “related” to the match, but i don’t give a shit on that. Unlike most people in the fed care about themselves and act like wrestling is important, i care about the the streets. I care about the disinfrenched, the lost, the forgotten types in this society who glorifies suckin they own dick to get ahead. To be honest, i realized that me coming back on the road to do the Warfare match in a street fight no of the less, is what i needed to do to get my mojo back in the scene. I mean, i’ve fought, shot, bitten, and damn near did things that typical black man does. Here’s the the thing, im far from a good guy, im far from someone who’d they wanna give they props to. I know full well, these fans in TD Garden would rather be on the side of Mister Vincent Jamison, who says that they are amazing at what they do.

Whomever it is, they can’t compare to what I have been doing in this federation for over a decade, i’ve seen people who get burned out, seeing them being banned, shit even those who hold belts had to go through some humiliation phase before they are seen as a legend here. I know for me, I managed to beat up many people, but in a street fight? Oh Peter Principle made huge mistake in putting in a street fight against Vincent. That poor soul isn’t going to know what will happen to they own side of the fence, to be blunt, if i had a choice i’d take em outside of the arena, beat his ass in the boardwalk.

Beat they ass on the walk, then take em to where the Boston tea party masscared occurred, fed em with tea bags and toss em into the waters shifting away with millions upon millions of teabags in they body that someone would mistake it for cocain shipment. Yes, i got a wild fuckin unhinged mindset; but that isn’t going to be just a simple plain ass match, this match will be bloody and so bad, that even the network who broadcast Warfare would want to ban me from showing my face on the shows again. I am least likely to have a mat classic with this Vincent person, and i don’t expect them to have that out of me neither.

You see people, im on my mission to whoop people’s asses again on the shows i decide to be apart of, because look at those people who voluntarily go to management and sign up, I could have said hell nah and stayed in my apartment, but something inside said i need to beat these punks up where they stand again, i guess me slapping that kid put a fucked up fire inside of me to be able go and work again. Should i slap the dog shit out of Vincent?

Yes….

Will I feel bad about it?

Nope….

Will it cause me to become a beast in that street fight?

Only god fucking knows, and I anit gonna be the one to make that judgement call at all, in fact i will say that this will be a fucking war in that arena on Wenesday. I will say that those who are supporting this Vincent person, is going to regret it so badly that even if they bet on red…they finna recognize that they should have bet on black like Snipes said back in the day.

So Vincent Jaimson, the only thing that will be so amazing is you coming out alive in this street fight because the main thing you have over me, is the will to please those sponsors and higher ups who need a bootlicker, the ones who demand to be taken seriously as a so called threat in this place….

You know what, since i took my time to read up on Vincent, I know he’s an true OG of this place and has ties to when XWF was ran by whole different administration before I ever came in the building, yes he is respected but that wont mean much when i take him out on those streets of Boston, and make him learn that there’s a real OG of this federation, and it may not be me but i know by the end of the night its going to be me left standing in those trenches while he runs off to his father getting his ass whooped by me, or post on social media cryin over losin like he lost custody of his own child.

He will know what it means to be a Soulja 4 Tha People….

Word is bond.”

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