And then there was... Me.

[Dillen Jaymes]

Dillen Jaymes vs. The Hitman
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:: The scene opens up with Dillen Jaymes sitting in his house in Brooklyn, New York. He is sitting on a black leather couch in the living room. He is wearing black Shady jean shorts a long black t-shirt and an all black Marbury jersey. He has on black Air Force One’s with black bandanas in the checks. His blonde hair is short and brushed down with an all black Knicks hat on tipped to the front. He is also wearing a chain that comes down to the middle of his stomach and has a platinum D hanging from it in diamonds. He puts his foot up on the table in front of the couch and kicks over a vase. Two maids come running in the room. He had taken his feet off the table and looked over at the vase on the floor and shrugged his shoulders in awe. Both maids clean up the vase and walk out of the room. Dillen leans his head back against the couch and sits there for a minute. He takes off his sunglasses and his blue eyes adjust to the light in the room. He walks into the kitchen where his butler is making him some food. He walks over to the table and sits down. His butler brings over a plate of food. There is chicken, rice and two sides one of them are macaroni and cheese and the other is a vegetable. Dillen takes his fork and moves the food around the plate taking small bites here and there. After a few minutes he pushes the plate onto the floor and the food goes everywhere. Christopher his butler turns around to see the food on the floor. ::

Jaymes: Chuck you might want to clean that up.

Christopher: My name is Christopher sir; are you still hungry?

Jaymes: No I do not think I am.

:: Dillen Jaymes gets up and walks out of the kitchen and down the hallway into his room. He grabs his cell phone off his bed. And dials a number. ::

Jaymes: Yo, I am in this new fed DWL. Yeah supposed to have a match this week.

:: The person talks but you can’t hear what they are saying. ::

Jaymes: Nah I am in this one on one match… doesn’t matter… whatever. Against this one guy who thinks he is the best thing. Hitman. Nah. I am gonna wipe the floor with this wannabe. Look I’ll get at ya later I got a lot of shit that I need to do in preparation for this match.

:: Dillen laughs and hangs up the phone. He throws the phone onto the bed and then walks out of his room. He walks down the hallway and into the dining area. Camilla his maid is wiping off the table. ::

Jaymes: Well I am out of here… Got a lot of ground to cover today.

:: Dillen walks out the front door. He then pops his head back in. ::

Jaymes: Milla, I got my eye on you, I know what you’re up to. But you just ain’t my type.

:: Dillen walks out to the front where his corvette is sitting in the driveway. Dillen gets into his car and drives off. He pulls up in front of a gym and parks his car. He walks into the gym and heads towards the back where there is a woman stretching. He walks over to her. She has on a black pair of pants and a black tank top and sneakers. Her hair is pulled back. ::

Jaymes: Well if it isn’t Barbie…

Britney: Very funny asshole.

Jaymes: Move…

Britney: Why are you here?

Jaymes: Is it your business? Shouldn’t you be at the mall or out somewhere spending money on CJ’s credit card?

Britney: Dillen you get funnier every time we see each other.

Jaymes: Funny how that works… Because every time I see you something is new… What is it this time your breasts?

:: Britney shoves Dillen. He grabs her arm but doesn’t push her. ::

Jaymes: And you are lucky you are dating one of my friends or you would be yesterdays news.

Britney: Whatever Dillen.

:: Dillen lets go of her and walks into another room where Curtis is doing push-ups. ::

Jaymes: That girlfriend of yours needs to learn to shut her mouth before she says the wrong thing to me.

CJ: That is one of the things I love about her… The big mouth… Comes in handy.

Jaymes: Anyway I got this match in the DWL this week what you think about stopping by… The fed is good. Maybe you’d think about getting a job?

CJ: I will think about it.

:: Dillen goes over and puts two-hundred and twenty pounds on the bar and starts bench pressing. ::

Jaymes: Well if you do decide to make some extra money, give me a call.

CJ: No doubt. So you headed over to do anything after this?

Jaymes: Small promo getting ready for the match this week. Nothing big. Just to welcome my opponent and introduce myself to the rest of the DWL.

CJ: All right well I am taking Britney out to dinner so give me a call later I am out.

Jaymes: If I get the time.

:: Curtis walks out of the room and Dillen continues working out. Two hours pass. Dillen walks over to the machine and gets water. He drinks the bottle and walks out of the gym. He drives to his house and opens the door. Dillen walks down the hallway and into his bathroom. He gets into the shower. Camilla walks into his room and picks his clothes up off the floor. Dillen pops his head out of the shower. ::



Jaymes: Camilla! I know you are waiting for the show, But I told you, you are just not my type. By the way I need you to tell Chuck to go and get me a burger from Checker’s… Something fast for now I am on my way.

:: Camilla walks out of the room. Dillen gets out of the shower. He is standing in his room with the towel on. He goes to his dresser and puts on a pair of boxers. He grabs out a pair of Shady jeans and a white long t-shirt. He puts on the white air force ones and walks out of the room. The Checker’s burger is on the counter. He grabs it and leaves the house. He gets in his car and heads to the arena. ::

:: Dillen walks into the arena. ::

Jaymes: Okay, let’s do this shit I got a lot of shit to do tonight.

DWL Crew: Sir, we are getting your entrance ready.

:: “Red Bandana” By Juelz Santana hits and Dillen Jaymes walks out from behind the curtain. He walks to the ring and then pulls himself up on the ring apron. He pushes the top rope down and walks over it. He walks over to the ring announcer and takes the microphone. ::

Jaymes: Enough with the music.

:: The music stops. ::

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Jaymes: I know that you people are probably wondering who the hell I am. Well let me get started then. My name is Dillen Jaymes. If this is the first time you are hearing it then remember it because I am going to be the DWL Heavyweight Champion. Now, I am new to this fed probably like a lot of you but I am not new to the game and that is something that a lot of people do not understand when they come into a wrestling match. I know that I am in a triple threat match this week against two guys that aren’t even in the same league as I am.

We’ve got Hitman. I do not what this kid is thinking getting into the ring with me. Bad move kid. Here’s a little piece of information, you are talentless, don’t show. I don’t doubt that in some matches you are full of talent… I am just saying that in a match against me. Well you are a joke boy. You don’t have anything that I should fear except maybe a case of bad breath. But you can fix that with a tic-tac.

Hitman… you are from Indiana… Yeah I did my research. What do you got there besides a bad accent? You are going to come out here and tell me all about how you are from Indiana aren’t you? You know what I will do you a favor, after I kick your ass I will buy you a one-way ticket back to Indiana and you can go join a football league or something. I don’t have time for pathetic people like you. You are nothing but a joke. I hope your family is going to watch your match because I want to humiliate you in front of them. Show them why their little boy should have just stayed home. I am not going to lie to you kid, trust me I am your worst nightmare. I am going to be the worst nightmare of everyone here. One by one… I will make my mark here… Starting with you Hitman. The best thing is how you think you are some wrestling God and that I am just some new guy that you can throw around. Reality check… The only one who will be messed up at the end of the night is you.

I mean Hitman is a punk that could never even compare to me in the ring. I could beat the two of them blindfolded and fucking hog-tied. Hitman Why are you even here? Because your just not as good as you think you are… And trust me at Bloodbath I am going to show you just why you should learn to keep your stupid mouth shut and not run your mouth in little interviews that are going to lead to nothing but trouble.

See boy you know why this match is important? Because it is the beginning for me. I am going to win this match because it is the first match that will trigger nothing but me winning. I need to prove a point with you and after I do that. Well then one by one we will cross the people we need to off the list until I am at the top where I belong so don’t take it to heart kid. You were chosen first. It’s all good.

I don’t like to lose. I’ve have checked out the Roster here in the DWL, I like to take a good look at my pHitman and figure out the things they are all about. And with what I have seen, I am not in the least bit worried right now. With people like Jeremy Sterling and you of course also Hitman, These childish boys make me laugh. What they don’t see is true talent, a real man, but that is why I am here. To show all the little boys what wrestling is really all about. But Hitman no hard feelings… I am sure you understand that there are things in life that people need to do. But don’t get me wrong I am not going to trash you when I don’t really know how you wrestle, I assume you must have at least a small amount of talent being that you are in the DWL to begin with. Doesn’t mean that you are the best, it just means that you had enough talent to make it through round one. But the match is round two and you are not going to make it that far.

I mean like I said… the talent here isn’t much and I am not worried in the least about this match… You got people like Hitman in every fed… Quick interviews and they trash their opponent not knowing a damn thing but then when it comes down to it they shove out a quick promo right before I beat their ass in the match… now you have yet to come down here and run your mouth which I would like to congratulate you for being a little smarter then you look. I mean when you do come down here and say all the bull shit about winning and how you are the best blah, blah, blah. And Hitman… Who the hell do you think you are? Me? Because your not. And you will never be me. I know you are my biggest fan but you are going to have to stop writing me fan mail we work together. And no I wont sign your boots after you lose, just aint gonna happen. I mean I don’t like you and I don’t care to be your friend. So how about you stop trying to get in touch with me. You are not going to win, and if you think you are, well kid you got another thing coming because obviously you didn’t take a look at everyone in the match, YOUR GOING UP AGAINST ME… And I am not going to let some punk ass kid take my chance at winning this match and walk away with more of a reason to get a title shot, oh no I am not… So Mr. Hitman… since you are such a loser I am going to do you a favor and beat you in that match. I am going to personally pin one your dumb ass and walk out on top once again.

Ya know what how bout I break it down for you with a little rap. Gimme a beat…

Man Hitman stop you a phony bitch, this is one time for ya mind
I ain't give a fuck about what you think, it’s my time to shine
I ain’t saying I’m the best that shits not honorable
Cause when I bust shots at you I’ll prove that ya vulnerable
Come on spit them flows, they go like water
But ever since I got here my shit got hotter
I ain't give a fuck if you think this is trash, my legacies gonna last
Got the last mother fuckers that got me, listen to my gat blast
They call me the true one, Cause I rumble like thunder
Been through shit that make the suburbs feel like Six feet under
I’m from Brooklyn, So ya know I'll spit till my lungs collapse
You get in the ring with a thug from the streets, ya both be laying on your backs
Or ya gonna be getting both of ya dumb asses clapped
Keep spitting this shit, listen before ya get ya fingers snapped
I keep spittin in the streets, Until I watch ya hearts relapse
I hope you don’t come out sayin stupid shit like you gonna beat me
Cause I’m just gonna embarrass you after the one, two, three
I should change my name to Payback, Cause that’s the truth
Cause if I get hit, then you know I’ll be coming for one of you
I got shot once, right in the left shoulder, above the heart
I’m gonna leave you both walking out this match like you a retard
I done this all before so I am gonna do this shit one more time
But remember this time that your laying all you got on the line
I guarantee you boys, when I am done with you ya deaths is certain
So meet me in the ring, go ahead stop shakin, and come on out from the curtains…

Hitman you are really pathetic… You came out here and ran your mouth about a bunch of shit in your interview about how good you are well prove it… And don’t mention my name in your interview again unless your talking in the future about how you lost your first match to me. Whatever… You got nothing to say… You think you are the best. That you are God’s gift… If you really want to give us all a present… Ship yourself back to Indiana… I understand that you think you are so great because you trained and got into this fed to begin with… That does not make you better. Personally I think you are nothing but a waste and when we get into the ring I am going to show you what your problem is… You are much too cocky… And you think you are so good… So I am going to have to break you down. We can’t have you coming into the match with such a big head so let me be the one to blow up your dreams. I guess you could say I like to crush people’s dreams so why not start with yours. You’re a joke… Stay out of my way or I’ll make sure you can’t wrestle ever again.

I am going to make my way to the top because I want that belt… So… Kid… bring ya game so I can smash it…

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:: Dillen throws the microphone outside the ring as his music hits and he walks up the ramp. The scene fades out. ::

:: End. ::

:: SCENE TWO ::

:: The scene opens up in an alley in New York City. Dillen Jaymes is leaning up against the brick building. He is standing with two other guys. One is a black male who is about six feet six inches tall. He is wearing dark blue baggy jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt. The other person that is with them looks both black and white. He is wearing blue jeans and a black long sleeve long shirt. Dillen Jaymes is wearing black Shady jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with an all black Knicks Jamal Crawford Jersey. He has on all black Air Force ones with black bandanas in the checks. Dillen leans over against the wall a minute and pulls out some money out of his back pocket. He counts out ten hundreds and hands it to one of his friends. ::

Jaymes: Put that in my account and pick up your payout later on tonight I am going to leave it in the mailbox. So you go by my house and Chuck will have left your money in the box for you.

Rock: Okay and what about Damyian?

Jaymes: Damyian gets his money put in his account Rock.

:: After a few minutes a young boy walks down the alley. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is wearing a pair of pants that look like they are three sizes to big for him, they are held up by a belt. He has on a long white t-shirt with a black zip-up hooded sweatshirt over it zipped half way up. He is wearing a pair of Jordan’s and a black hat on backwards. He walks over to Dillen, Rock and Damyian. Dillen pulls his shirt up a little bit and you can see the gun in the waist of his pants. Dillen nods at the kid. ::

Boy: One of my friends say to me that you could sell me a twenty of purple and I need that stuff for real.

Jaymes: Do you think I am stupid?

Boy: No sir I aint think your dumb.

Jaymes: Rock Check that stupid kid for wires.

Boy: I ain’t wearin wires man.

:: Rock throws the kid against the wall and pats him down. ::

Rock: No he got nothin…

Jaymes: Well then what is it that you want? Purple?

Boy: Yeah… A twenty.

Jaymes: The money…

:: The boy hands him a wrinkled twenty dollar bill. Dillen straightens it out and puts it in his pocket. He nods at Rock who grabs the kid and shoves him against the wall holding his head down. Dillen pulls one of the bricks out of the wall and takes out a tiny zip lock bag. He then motions to Damyian who pats Rock on the shoulder. He releases the kid who seems very scared. Dillen hands him the small bag. The kid puts it in his pocket and runs down the alleyway. Dillen leans back against the wall. After a few minutes a girl walks down the alleyway. She is wearing a short jean skirt and a white tank top. She has on all white sneakers. Her hair is down it is long and blonde. Rock and Damyian both eye her as she walks towards them. ::

Rock: Damn…

Jaymes: She is sixteen…

Rock: No way man…

Jaymes: Yeah she is…

Christina: Dillen! I want the same thing I always get.

Jaymes: Christina… I think you are developing a habit.

Rock: Want me to check her?

:: Christina gives him a nasty look. ::

Christina: Sorry… But you just aren’t what I am looking for…

Jaymes: Don’t worry about her.

:: Dillen reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of cocaine. Christina runs over to him and jumps on him. Dillen pushes her off of him. ::

Jaymes: Cash…

:: Christina reaches into her shirt and pulls out some money. She hands it to Dillen. He counts it. He puts the money in his pocket. He holds the bag of cocaine out towards Christina. She puts her hand out to take it. Dillen lets go of the bag and it falls to the floor. Christina drops to her knees and grabs the bag off the ground. She stands up. Dillen nods and Christina begins to walk away. ::

Rock: Call me!

Christina: Yeah right…

:: She walks back up the alley and turns around the corner. ::

Jaymes: Let’s pack out… I got a little shit I need to handle…

Rock: We still have two hours that we normally sell over here.

Jaymes: You’re right… I am going to go but I am going to trust the both of you to watch my spot and sell the shit. I will double count the money if any of it is missing I will hold you responsible… Got it? And I ain’t talking no slap on the wrist…

Rock: Yeah man you know it… I will leave the money in your mailbox later when I pick up my money.

Jaymes: Knock on the door and hand the money to Chuck in an envelope tell him to put it on my bed…

Rock: Okay…

:: Dillen walks up the alley. He walks a block over and gets into his black Escalade. He drives for a while and pulls up at this building. He parks his car in the back and gets out of his Escalade. He opens up the trunk and takes off all his shirts. There are shirts folded in the trunk. He throws the black shirt and jersey into the back seat and grabs an all white Shady shirt. He puts it on. He then sits and slips off the black Air Force Ones and puts on the white ones that are in the trunk. He grabs his all white Duke hat and puts it on. He walks into the building. There is a couch and a lot of food and people from the DWL, the crew and some wrestlers. Dillen walks in the room and sits on the couch next to Kristen. Kristen is wearing a nice pair of pants with a black shirt and sneakers. Her hair is up. Dillen looks at her for a minute. ::

Jaymes: Hey Kristen, whats up?

Kristen: Nothing… Just maybe cutting a promo for a small fed I am in…

Jaymes: True… Well I guess I will talk to you later…

Kristen: Yeah… Bye…

:: Dillen gets up and walks over to one of the crew members. :: [/b][/size]

[Dillen Jaymes]

Jaymes: Get me a cameraman… Because I got something to say to this loser, he just fucked with the wrong person.



:: A cameraman comes by and they hit Dillen’s music for him to go to the ring. ::

Jaymes: Cut that shit… I am doin this shit right here… In my locker room… Hitman. You know what you think you are so damn smart don’t you? Well let me tell you something you aren’t. Nothing about you is smart. You don’t even know the first thing about anything and so when you run your mouth it just makes you look stupid. But for you stupid isn’t just a look it’s a way of living. Everything you do and say is stupid. So let me start off by saying this. I don’t give a flying fuck if you think you are the best thing out here… am I out here to impress you? Nope I’m not. You are the last person that I want to impress out there. And I know you think I am out here to entertain but the fact of the matter is I’m not. Do I rap? Damn right I do. Why? Because I like it. It’s what I do… And who I am. But you know why I wrestle? Not to entertain. But it is so I can go out there and beat the shit out of stupid people like you and get paid for it…

Yep and that right there is the truth…. Now you can come out here and babble on for all eternity about how much you hate wrestling because you are not an entertainer… I can tell you are one of those punks. This is all true you are not an entertainer… You are going about this match all the wrong way.

The fact; that you think you are a gift to the world and the best wrestler in your own opinion… and that is supposed to make me quiver with fear? Well let me let you in on a little secret. It doesn’t make me quiver at all… It sickens me to my stomach that I have to be in a match with such a loser… You are not talented if your idea of talent is too do one interview and then sit on your ass then this may not be the place for me. Personally I am sick and tired of the guys who come out here and cry and whine that they aren’t sports entertainers they are wrestlers.

That’s nice… Let me tell you something I am not a sports entertainer either… I am a rapper… And I am glad that you like my nursery rhymes… Because I know that you are going to come out here and bag on that because you are just like everybody else. Not one in a million but one of the many followers.
Oh but I know you were feeling that there is no need to my rapping… But you know what probably half of the roster agrees with me when I say there is no need to your existence here… Because you are a waste of wrestling ability… I don’t think you are in the least bit talented instead I find that you are very wrong about the things you say. And just let me throw this out there because there are other people who like to bring something else to the table when they are trying to make a point. Like me… I like to throw a rap out there let people know there is more to me then just the fact that I am going to beat their face in. And there are other superstars out there that have done something small like a little rap before or after they win a match. The Road Dogg… John Cena… But I am sure to you they are not wrestlers… But that is fine because they are both ten times more talented then you are…

But enough of this talk about whom you think is the most talented wrestlers because… there are so many other stupid things that came out of your mouth for me to talk about…

And you know what I was never really interested in throwing myself into a pit or flying fifty feet off something just to hit another wrestler… But you know what I don’t like you so the reason why I am going to go into this match a hundred percent is so that I can beat you within an inch of your life… And the only reason why I am going to even let you have that inch of your life left… Is so that when you do come home from the hospital and you are recovered… You can know that I beat you so bad that now you have to stay in a wheel chair and recover for a while.

And Hitman… Maybe you should rethink your career… You know what you could do… Hmm… Well we know for sure that you can’t work with children… Wait you are not that smart either… You got a lot of aggression… You aren’t too talented… Lacking in the looks department… Probably not a people person…

Well shit I’m sure there is something that you should be good at… You can’t give advice on anything because well… You’re to pessimistic… But at the same time to egotistical… I wouldn’t let you wait on my table because something could go wrong… Nothing with people involved… Thinking… Oh I got one… You can be a gravedigger. Because you never have to interact with people… Not to mention you do not have to see people and they do not have to see you. You can take all the rage you have out on the dirt maybe shovel faster… Yes I think that is your ticket…

Don’t worry though man I have friends in high places and I will try and hook you up with that job and then everyone can be happy. But you are a waste of time…
Let me throw a nice rap out there for you… Bite this…

If you don't believe me I’ma do it again
You gotta take it easy, I'm just sick with the pen
Now why you gotta hate even if that last rap was good
I'ma take you down, Kid, Cause I’m reppin The Bloods
You know I liked to say you gotta chance, and if you did I would
But when you hate and don't relax I wanna teach you a lesson, I should

You couldn't spit shells if u were eating sun-flower-seeds
So why the hell would you think you got me beat?
Deaths in my capable rhymes so stop taking your time
Mascara to ya brain bitch; now can u “make-up” ya mind...
Me goin half-ass would still kick your ass even if the other half of me dropped
See I'm chopping your arms to transform your t-shirt to a tank top...
You wouldn't be a "Triple Threat" to me even if there were FOUR of you
I'm referring to myself in "third-person", EVEN I'M ignoring you

:: Scene Three. ::



:: The scene opens up in a locker room. There is a man sitting down on a leather chair. He has his head down in his hands and you can’t see his face. He seems to be in a bad mood. He then lifts up his head and stands up. He grabs a folding chair that is up against one of the walls in the room and throws it across the room. It flies into the wall making a loud noise and then crashes to the floor. There is a big screen television set in the room. He grabs the same folding chair off the ground and swings at the big screen television set, but before he hits it he stops himself. He throws the chair on the ground in front of the TV and then sits on the couch. He grabs the remote and turns the TV on. He switches on the playstation and begins playing NBA Ballers. ::

:: He has short blonde hair and blue eyes. He is wearing black Dickies pants. He has on a long sleeve, long red t-shirt. And a short sleeve button up Dickies shirt on over it but the shirt is not buttoned so you can see the entire red shirt underneath. He also has on all black Nike Air Force One’s with red bandanas on the front toe, the check and the straps. He has a red bandana hanging out of his back pocket. He also has a red bandana through his belt loops. He has a platinum chain around his neck. The Pendant is a Basketball in diamonds. There is a chain that is longer then that one and it has the number One hanging from it in diamonds also. If you look closely on the number one Dillen Jaymes is engraved in it. ::

:: He is doing really good on the game but then he pauses it. He stands up and walks over to the door. He opens the door and walks out of the room. He walks over to the room next door and knocks twice then walks in. Rock is sitting on the couch reading the newest Rides magazine. Rock looks up from his reading and nods at Dillen. Dillen doesn’t look too pleased. ::

Jaymes: Let’s Go ROCK, I got some business to handle.

Rock: Come on man, I’m on the last page.

Jaymes: I am about to lose it man I swear get off your ass and let’s go.

Rock: Fine, but your buying me next month’s issue for the trouble you put me through now, and you are going to let me read it in peace too.

Jaymes: Okay, Whatever, let’s go…

Rock: I swear man you need to chill, the only time I can ever read in peace without you hassling me is when I am on the toilet…

Jaymes: Well then next time you wanna read go sit on the toilet you know I won’t come looking for you in there…

Rock: Good Thinking Money, way to look out…

Jaymes: You know me always thinking…

Rock: True, you are always thinking… So anyway where the hell are we going that you got me in a rush?

:: Rock is wearing black jeans with all the NBA patches on them in red. He has on a long red t-shirt and a black one over it but you can see the bottom of the red one. He also has on the Red and Black Air Force’s Ones. He has a red bandana on around his head. He is has a platinum chain around his neck with Rock hanging from it in diamonds. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail. ::

Rock: Wait, wait before you tell me let me guess… You got a problem with some stupid idiot and you want to go confront them about it? Let me Guess… Nah I am sure I will eventually find out.

Jaymes: Playa you always know, now let’s go…

Rock: Well ya know I was going to try that whole psychic thing for a while but ya know I figured I would use them more to know that people owe us money… So ya know how that goes…

Jaymes: Right… Just follow me…

Rock: Yep…

:: Dillen Jaymes and Rock walk towards the door and leave the room. ::

Rock: I should have known we were going to do this shit live…

Jaymes: You know how I do…

Rock: Anything to start a war or make a scene, that’s where I would find you.

Jaymes: I make statements not scenes…

Rock: Same thing nigga…

:: Dillen Jaymes and Rock walk into another room. Dillen sits down at this table with Mike. His cell phone beeps with one new Text message. It is from Kristen it says “What are you up to?” He smiles and pushes a few buttons and sends her a message back. Mike stares at him like he is crazy for a minute. Dillen and Rock both grab two drinks and sit there for a minute. ::

:: They take a drink from their drinks and then look at each other.. Dillen laughs to himself. He says something to Mike that you can’t hear. Then the camera focuses in on Rock and Dillen. ::

Jaymes: Alright… now that I am out here… I am going to say everything that I want to say. And we’ll start with who I am for all you new people that didn’t catch my first introduction… or you do not know me and for all the other people that are just ignoring what I have to say… Numero Uno… I don’t planning on getting all crazy about the match with Hitman… Yeah this may be his first match back and he may be a nice hall of Famer but what the fuck should that mean to me? He likes to try and pull off the whole everything he been through speech… Kid please simmer down youngin… I don’t have time to be your daddy and explain everything to you because unlike you… I got places to be and people to see…

Look at my face do you think I care if you were a multi-time champion? Or a jobber? Hell no I don’t does that matter to me in this match? Probably not… Why? Because I just don’t care about you or any other stupid fuck in this fed. I am looking out for me and whats best for me. I am planning to get into this match and go straight to the top.

Anyway… My names is Dillen Jaymes… and this here is my boy Rock, Me and my boy Curtis you met before we go way back to other feds so he will grace you with his presence here and there…

:: Rock nods towards Dillen. ::

Jaymes: Now ya see I been in all kinds of federations and I am not the superstar that just lays down in the ring and loses to any loser in the fed. My point being is this… I am not going to lose to this stupid wanna be, I don’t care who you have to know to get this win. Shit I am not going to be no lay down so bring me your best hall of famer game so I can wash the floor with it and maybe then you’ll stop barking about everything that you used to have, This is the present not the past…

Fact of the matter is this no matter how much you train you will never be ready enough to step in the ring with me. I aint playing with you… Let me just let you in on a little secret for those who don’t really know me… or how I roll… I don’t play games… The only thing I live for is MONEY and kicking all these dumb Asses who think they are oh so damn talented…

Hitman I know you think your going to use your immaculate talent and your going to hop from one side of this ring and back to the other and your going to run around in little circles and fly off the turn buckles… And have all this macho power and whip me from one end to the other and slam me down in the middle of the ring… Please… and good luck with all that because you can do all the running you want to and you can do all the flying you want… At the end of the night your still going to be the one laying on your back on a stretcher in the ambulance on the way to the nearest hospital. And I won’t be there to help you because I am going to be much too busy celebrating… My victory and you’re loss something you are going to need to get used to because this may be your first match back and you may be looking to start you little reign and try and stay undefeated but the fact of the matter is this you can’t because you’re first match is against me and that right off the bat should have told you something. Bet you thought you were getting a lay down match this week…

And you know what maybe after I kick your ass in this match we can get together for a little party sometime because I do throw parties pretty often and normally I am not one to invite losers but I can make an exception for you especially because I know how much you been eyeing my girl Kristen. So just know that she is way out of your league and so is this match against me

But don’t get your hopes up and think you might get to spend more time with Kristen and me… Because I mean I am pretty busy and we don’t really hang out with losers… I’ll check my schedule and then we’ll see whats going on… Because I occasionally do a charity case and in this case you would be it.

Well fact is I know all I need to know about you and what I know tells me that you’re a punk little bitch and your gonna get your ass whooped… That’s all…

Now I’ma break it down for you one time…



I don’t walk the earth, I fly above it
And drop heat like shit with my rhyme luggage
Dog look upon that like it's a game or somethin
But I don't play this gay shit, aint even worth discussing
I just cuss at you with poisonous hits, disgusting
Fuck this conventional fuss, I do the game of ''customs''
I don’t talk wit bitches I fuckin bust em in the face
Next time they the open mouths, get stabbed at that same place
Bitches like you get laced for they cake
Cause other motherfuckers aint got the patience for the make
You probably slept with your cousin are you a retard
So think twice before comparing heats, playa, or see God
Do my dick and ''be hard'', fuck gettin pushed around
I taught you everything cause this is how I get down
The creature never beats the creator, (remember that)
Cause I got your blood in my hands so just call me your Savior.[/color][/size]

[Dillen Jaymes]

Fuck it kid; just keep playing with your pencils
You wounded already, so I put the pistol to your temple
I'm packin essentials you stuck with details
Shit, I’ma keep fuckin with your heart until your beat fails
The streets kill, better stay home safe
Cause my homies mean enough to put yo face on tape
Stick a grenade in ya mouth, and watch it explode
Make you lookin like a puzzle with your cockpit exposed, homie
Friends could get it too, for the next episode
I advise you hide and don’t answer your telephone
Shit is wrong... How the hell did you ever get an award in the finals?
At best you'd be like Detroit: with fans minus the title
Run but I’ma find you, wit guns and I’ma blind you
Take you to the ground and pop slugs into your spinal
Recite these same things, homie as I remind you
The mic is mine, period, every rap is a recital

That’s it Kid I’m out… See ya in the ring… [/color]

:: Dillen Jaymes laughs as Rock and Dillen get up and walk to the door. Kristen is seen at the front. Dillen kisses her hello and as the camera fades. ::

:: Scene Ends. ::

:: Dillen Jaymes is seen in his locker room writing on a piece of paper. He looks calm and is just hanging out. ::

THE PAPER READS:

You A Copy Of A Copy
Who Copied A Copy Who Saw Me
Thinking He The Best Tryna Get His Record Up
And He All Over Me, His Ass Got Fuckin Star Struck
And Kid You Still Aint Half Of Me
Even If I Started Speaking Sarcastically
And When The Flame Lights, I Blaze Mics
And What You Got on Me Besides the Fact I Am White
Watch Your Mouth Man, When You Speakin My Name
I’m Deep In The Streets So You Know I’m Deep In The Game
I’ma Head Of My Class You Stupid Useless Mother Fucker
And I Only Serve My Bitch Once, So They Treat My Dick Like The Last Supper[/color]

:: Fade to End. ::[/b]

::<Scene Five>::

:: The scene opens up with Dillen Jaymes in his hotel room. He is in the kitchen. He just got out of the shower and is wearing, light blue Shady jeans and a white wife beater. He has on all white low top Air Force Ones. He walks over to the refrigerator and opens the door. He grabs the milk carton out and takes a sip. He then puts it back in the refrigerator and wipes his mouth. He walks over to the dresser and opens the top-drawer wear he has put a few of his shirts. He grabs out a plain white t-shirt and puts it on over his wife beater. He grabs his platinum chain off the dresser and puts it on. There is a knock at his hotel room door. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole. He then opens the door. ::



:: There is a man standing there. He is wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt with an all white button up shirt on over it. His hair is in cornrows. Dillen walks out of the room and they both walk over to the elevator. ::

Curtis: We headed over to our club, man cause you need to get out and stop getting all crazy on me cause of your match. Don’t worry about it too much you got it in the bag let’s party a little bit you know how we do…

Jaymes: Yeah, you know your right. I need to relax a little bit.

Cutis: Man because there were some hot ladies there last night and you had a few of the regulars asking for you.

Jaymes: Someone is always asking for me. They want my money.

Curtis: All women like cash cause they want expensive things… That is what we do. We buy them stuff and they smile and look pretty.

Jaymes: I don’t think all women are like that. There are some good ones out there.

Curtis: Yeah but finding one of those is like digging for gold. You better off getting something rough and polishing it up and makin it look pretty know what I’m sayin man.

Jaymes: I dunno CJ… sometimes I think you don’t even know what your saying.

:: The elevator stops and they both get out. There is a limo in the front of the hotel and Dillen and Curtis get in it. The driver brings them outside their club. Which is called The Double D. Both Dillen and Curtis get out. There is a crowd of people trying to get in. Dillen and Curtis walk to the front and the bouncer opens the rope to let them in. Dillen is looking at a few of the people on the line. Dillen turns around and walks down the line. He walks over to these three blonde girls. He motions for them to follow him and they do. The bouncer lets him and the three girls in. ::

:: Dillen hands the three girls VIP passes and then begins to walk away. He says hello to a few people as he walk to the VIP room. When he gets into the room. The lights are off and there are a few small lights in there. There are a lot of people in the room and there are poles where girls are dancing. He goes over and sits in a chair with his name on it. ::

:: A girl walks over to Dillen and sits on his lap. She kisses his neck. Dillen’s cell phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the caller. It says Jenny and is flashing a picture of a pretty girl with blonde hair. He picks the girl up and puts her aside and walks over to the corner and answers the phone. ::

Jenny: Hey babe…

Jaymes: What do you need?

Jenny: When are you coming home? Your daughter misses you.

Jaymes: Well tell her I miss her too and that I am coming home right after the event. And that we are going to go anywhere she wants.

Jenny: She will be happy to hear that… And so will I…

Jaymes: I’m sure…

Jenny: It’s true because I pretty much miss you too.

Jaymes: Oh yeah?

Jenny: Yeah…

Jaymes: Well tell Bella daddy loves her and kiss her goodnight for me.

Jenny: Okay… Dillen one more thing… Where are you?

Jaymes: I don’t think that’s your business anymore… You did break up with me…

Jenny: Whatever Dillen.

:: Dillen hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket. He walks back over to the chair and sits back down. One of the blonde girls walks over to him and begins dancing on him and kissing him. After a few minutes Curtis walks over. ::

Curtis: Yeah Dillen see that is what I am talking about this girl is cute too… Damn… She hot…

Jaymes: CJ… Go that way…

:: Curtis laughs and walks over to some girl and begins talking to her and kissing her. A few minutes pass and the girl has Dillen against a wall and is running her hands all over him. Curtis walks over to Dillen again. ::

Curtis: Yo D one more thing man it’s important walk with me…

Jaymes: This better be important…

Curtis: It is…

:: Dillen walks away from the girl after he tells her to hold on a minute. ::

Curtis: Okay man… I need some X… You got any on you. You know that you can take the money out of my check this week… It’s just there are some hot girls here tonight and wanna slip them a little.

Jaymes: Tell me something new CJ you are always looking to avoid talking to a girl. Your idea of fun is to get them all hyped up on X…

Curtis: Well actually… To tell you the truth it don’t have to be X, if you got any roofies… I can pretty much work with anything right now.

Jaymes: Yeah will this is going to cost you a pretty penny.

Curtis: This the good shit you just got in?

Jaymes: Yep… That is why its going to cost you more.

Curtis: No doubt man. Whatever price you know I’ll pay it.

:: Dillen walks out of the VIP room and into this small room down the stairs. He opens the door with a key. He walks down the hallways that are filled with boxes on shelves. He walks down one of the aisles and pulls a box off the top shelf. He goes through the box and pulls out to big Ziploc bags. He opens the bag and pulls out ten pills. He puts them in a small bag that he takes off the bottom shelf and puts the bag into his pocket. He walks out of the room and back up the stairs to the VIP room. He walks in the VIP room and over to Curtis. He hands him the bag. And then walks over towards the three blonde girls who are all talking to each other. ::

Curtis: You know I got you Dillen…

:: Dillen holds his hand up and just keep walking towards the girls. ::

:: After a few hours pass. Dillen finds Curtis who is pretty busy with two girls in the private room. Dillen takes one of the blonde girls and gets ready to leave the club. She is cute. Her hair is down and very straight. Her eyes are blue. She about five feet two inches tall. She is wearing a short white mini skirt and a white tank top. Dillen and her walk out of the club. They get into the limo that is out front. They drive over to Dillen’s hotel room. ::

:: When they get to the hotel room. They walk in the door as the camera fades and the scene goes to black. ::

::< New Scene >::

:: The scene opens up with Dillen’s hotel door opening. It opens and he walks out of the room. He is wearing dark blue jean shorts and an all white New York Knicks jersey with the number one on it. He has on all white low top Air Force Ones. He walks out of the room carrying his bag on his back. He walks down to the lobby and waves to the manager and walks out the door. ::

:: He gets into the limo and the limo driver begins to drive off. The limo driver rolls the middle window down. ::

Driver: So… Mr. Jaymes I am looking forward to your match tonight against Hitman.

Jaymes: Ya know what Sam… So am I… I am looking forward to ending a career or beating the hell out of another superstar in yet another federation. The only smart thing about him was the fact that so far he has been a no show. And so in reality that gives him the advantage of me not beating him senseless. Because he was smart enough to not screw up with coming out there and running his mouth I will let him at least get somewhere in the match.

Driver: Are you worried at all? I mean do you think possibly he can shock you and pull a victory out?

Jaymes: Where is he pullin the victory out of… His ass? Why the hell would I worry? The only thing I will be worried about is the lawsuit after I beat them to death because that is what is going to happen this week. They should learn their lesson and just wrestle people on their low status. Because they are not only going to lose this match but they are going to lose all their pride, because I am going to humiliate them. That is how it is going to go down.

:: They pull up to the arena and Dillen gets out of the limo. He carries his bag and walks into the arena. He walks down the hallway and towards his locker room. He walks over to the food table that is set up in the back and sets up a plate. He walks back into his locker room and eats the food that he put on his plate. He then washes his hands. He walks over to the couch and sits down for a minute. He looks up at the ceiling. He hears a door slam but just tries to stay relaxed. ::

Jaymes: And one last thing until I get ready for the match. Hitman You don’t got a chance against me in the ring… I just wanna say may the best man win… And I will… With that… Let me break it down for you Dillen Jaymes style…



I spit my rhymes crystal clear so there’s no need for repeatin
Your meats probably the only thing you’ve ever beaten
Claimin the title when everything about you is weak
I deal powerful blows like Tyson while yours are hopelessly meek
I’m droppin bombs on you like the U.S did to Iraq
Dissimilate your physical body with one of my verbal attacks
I’ve seen the future Kids and it aint gonna be nice…
And Hitman since you so cocky now you’ll pay the price.
I could take you out anywhere from the north to the South
Cause we don’t need no loser who do nothin but run they mouth
I’m a mass murderer somewhat like aids
I'll destroy you and your family in one of my lyrical raids
Word is you’d rather suck dick than fuck a nice hoe
Ya got a queer eye for the straight guys who always say "No!"

I'm progressing, in the end you'll learn a lesson
Kid, for real though you don’t wanna get in session
Next thing ya’ll have to do is call the priest for confession
You test my patience, but I aint your doctor
I'll split you open though, crack shells like you're a lobster
Show's almost over you aint no mobster
Keep real bitch you the chicken; I'm the monster
I'm the one in here wit skills and rap stylist
You not my level kid you just act childish
Red pill or blue pill, better stay true when you choose
Eat my victory bitch, better chew when you lose…

With that I’m out.

:: Dillen slams the door on the camera and the scene fades out. ::

:: End. ::

OOC: this was all supposed to be one rp but it wouldnt let me post it in one thing so i just replied it but this is just one rp...[/size][/b]