Chris Blue approaches a dimly-lit club on the outskirts of Atlanta, with his good friend Flash at his side. The heavy-set bouncer lets CB and Flash in, and they head over to an area in the corner, as the red lights of the warm scene dances over their faces, along with N.E.R.D.'s "Rockstar". They meet a man in a business suit in the corner.
"Gentlemen, thanks for having this interview with me. I'm Brian Stills."
"It's good...wait, what'd you say your name was?"
"Um...Brian Stills."
"So...so you're...I guess you're BS, then, right?"
Stills pulls a notepad from out of his shirt pocket and looks back up at CB.
"Well...I guess I'll just get started, then..."
"I think you're full of it."
Flash and CB begin laughing hysterically as Stills just stands there, looking at them somewhat angrily. They look at him and stop, as Stills sighs.
"Anyway, Chris, I wanted to ask you about what you think of JWF at this point?"
Stills begins writing as CB speaks.
"That's a real good question. I got booked in my first match in JHW the day after I was signed, and now, two days later, I'm in another match. I like that. See, I move at a quick pace. I like a company that moves at my pace. I like it hurr a lot bettah than GWE."
"Damn biased refs."
Stills looks up from his pad at Flash.
"Biased?"
"Yeah, main. Who would disqualify with a damn closed fist? Those dudes definitely hate on CB fo his certified gangsta."
Stills looks back down at his pad.
"Certified...gangster..."
He dots an i and looks back up.
"What about your match this week? You're in an 8-Man Tag Match against the Naturally Boring Killers and the Job Squad with two of the men you faced on Sunday, including your bitter rival, Stylez."
"Whoa, home skillet, hold up. That's the name of the other team?"
"Yes, that's right."
Flash starts laughing very loud, and then stops after a few seconds.
"Well I guess you know what I think about my opponents. I've got no personal issues with any of my partners except Stylez.
"He's gone on record as saying that he dominated you in both of your matches."
CB and Flash start laughing again.
"Yo kiddin' right?"
"No, that's what he said."
CB and Flash double over laughing.
"Was he even in the same arena as the matches? Seriously, I think I smacked him upside his head one too many times. He lost his mothaf***in memory!"
"Mothaf***in...memory...okay, my last question is for Flash."
CB and Flash stop laughing and stand back straight.
"What? Who flung poo?"
"No...actually, we've seen you training with CB on numerous occasions. Will you be signing to the JWF anytime soon?"
"I ain't gon tell ya, bra."
CB and Flash begin walking away from Stills.
"Later, Captain Feces. You all right...even though ya smell like s***."
They leave Stills sniffing himself for B.O. as the screen fades to black.
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October 30th 2006, 12:47 am