The lights go out in the Hara Arena as "Down Rodeo" by Rage Against the Machine blares all across the arena...SoL appears from behind the curtain which draws a nice response from the crowd...he stands at the aisle way looking a bit surprised by the response. He starts making his way to the ring, ignoring the stretched out hands. He calls for a mic and tells the boys in the back to "cut it."SoL: Dayton, Ohio...the NEW BREED is…!
The crowd finishes the sentence responding “IN THE BUILDING!” The crowd starts to pop for SoL.SoL: What the fu…Stop that Dayton! I am more than capable of completing my own sentences, the New Breed is NOT a karaoke machine!
Crowd starts laughing which bothers SoL even more.SoL: Hey stop that! It’s not that damn funny! Dayton I will not let you turn me out like the other black men in this fed, 21st Century Sambos like J-Man here for your amusement! I hate to say this, but Dayton you leave me no choice...as soon as my match is finished tonight I’m on the first thing smoking out of this Hell hole and back to Hollywood!
A lot of the cheers start to fade away.SoL: I tried to manage while I was out here but last night took the cake. The New Breed decided to check out the Dayton night life…all I have to say about that is the men here must REALLY be desperate!
SoL begins to draw some boos.SoL: I mean what’s with the women here? Their eyebrows look like mustaches! Women of Dayton the New Breed is pleading with you, PLEASE, mix in some tweezers, and while you’re plucking those bushy things away don’t forget to go down a little and take care of the hairs on your chinny chin chins little piggys!
SoL starts laughing while the crowd has now turned on him.SoL: Next time you take one of these oinkers to the drive through encourage them to go with the side salad instead of the biggie fries. And don’t let me get on their education level…
Boos continue.SoL: Now I realize that my vocabulary is way more superior than anyone in Ohio given that I am the Allah of Alliteration, but damn, I tried striking up some conversation and all I got were looks as if I was speaking Latin! So not only are your women fat and hairy, but they’re about as smart as a pet rock!
Crowd boos…SoL starts smiling.SoL: Now that’s more like it…speaking of dumb and uneducated tonight the powers that be thought it would be cute on the week of MLK Day to pit me against another man of color….what’s his name, Cardinal Chump Change?
Draws some laughter.SoL: Wait that's not it...Reverend Fifty Cent?
Crowd laughs again, this time SoL smiles with them.SoL: Oh wait I forgot I'm dealing with a HIGH ROLLER here, this man of the cloth goes by the name Dollar Bill!
Crowd boos.SoL: Dollar Bill, you come out here with your fake jewelry, your imitation Armani suits, your busted Cadillac on stock rims and you think you’re pimpin’ for the Lord? This brother thinks because he’s making enough money to support his malt liquor habit that he’s actually living Martin Luther King’s dream!
Crowd pops as SoL pauses for a moment.SoL: You are a disgrace to your race. Take a look in the mirror Chump Change. You’re out here running around here like a damn monkey for these people’s amusement. You think they respect you? How could anyone respect a man that wears a pink suit? How could they respect a man who fits every negative stereotype in the book? Let me let you in a little secret, NO ONE respects you Chump Change, not me, not the fans, not the powers that be, not the BLOOD PACK, not even those two little sluts you got running around you…whom by the way could easily be in my stable if I had the desire to saddle them up.
SoL backs up and smirks.SoL: Oh you don’t believe me? Take a look…
SoL points over to the Jumbotron…Shot cuts to SoL at the front desk of a Hotel checking in.Clerk: Here you go Mr. SoL, your key to the presidential suite, and again we’re sorry for the mix up.
SoL: You damn right you’re sorry! You’re lucky the New Breed doesn’t haul off and drill you right in the face for trying to make him stay in a standard room! Now don’t forget to have the bellhop rush my fruit-on-the-bottom blueberry flavored yogurt, if it’s not here in 20 that’s your ass!
Clerk: Yes sir I’ll get on that right away.
SoL grabs his bags and starts walking to the elevator, as he walks away we see that two familiar ladies were standing behind him in line…they whisper to each other and follow him.
They are still whispering with one another and finally one of them steps up to talk to him as he’s waiting for the elevator to come down…we can now clearly tell the two ladies are none other than Trixie and Daisy.Trixie: Ummm…excuse me but did we hear that you got the Presidential suite?
SoL: You heard right.
Daisy: Damn daddy, you got it like that?
SoL: Only Monday through Sunday…
All three share a laugh, the women start to move in closer.Daisy: Damn daddy, what do we have to do have it like that with you?
Trixie: Yeah, because if you’re rolling in the Presidential suite I think you could use a couple of First Ladies.
SoL backs up a little.SoL: I’m sorry, do I know you?
Trixie: Well you may have seen us around, I’m Trixie and this is Daisy.
SoL: I knew you two looked familiar, you’re Chump Change’s ho’s.
Daisy: Well we're no longer in that line of work, we’re more like his business associates.
SoL: Bitch you can’t even spell associate…isn’t this breaking some type of Pimps Up Ho’s Down Law or something? I don’t want Chump Change knocking on my door at 2 in the morning talking about I’m under “Pimp’s arrest.”
Daisy: Don’t worry daddy, you let us stay with you in the Presidential Suite and it’ll be our little secret.
Trixie: Yeah, our little secret.
SoL: Our little secret huh…well ladies you do present me with an interesting proposition but I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass.
Daisy: What?
Trixie: Oh no you didn’t!
SoL: Wait a second, allow me to explain. It’s actually quite simple. Where are you two from?
Trixie: Chicago.
SoL: I see, well Trixie and Daisy, in Chicago you two may have been 10s, but in Hollywood you’re only 6s…and in case you didn’t know, the New Breed only rolls with dime pieces.
The elevator doors open, SoL steps in as Trixie and Daisy stand still looking shocked and offended. SoL: You two have a wonderful evening and tell Chump Change I’ll see him at Blitz…oh and don’t worry, this conversation will be our little secret.
SoL smiles as the doors close and the elevator goes up…Trixie and Daisy start fighting.Daisy: I told you we should’ve wore the red mini skirts, he would’ve liked that.
Trixie: Shut up Ho! We just better hope Dollar Bill doesn’t see this!
Camera cuts back[/color] to the arena where the crowd is cheering and SoL is in the center of the ring still smiling.[/I]
SoL: Chump Change, I didn’t show you that to humiliate you, no! Well, yes, yes I did!
Crowd starts popping, SoL looks bothered at first but throws his hands in the air as if to say he’s ignoring them.SoL: Chump Change you think you’re a pimp but the truth is you are nothing but a WHORE! Your God isn’t found in the Good Book, no! I can find your gods right here in my wallet…
SoL pulls out a stack of $100 bills from his wallet.SoL: Here are your god right here, you are a modern day slave and you don’t even know it. I am making it my personal goal to rid the P2PW of all these Sambo black men running around in the back. You people are looking at the REAL black man of the P2PW!
Crowd starts to pop.SoL: I don’t dance, I don’t play dress up, I don’t run around with crack whores, all I do is step into this ring and WIN. I AM Martin Luther King’s dream, not you Chump Change.
Crowd is still popping as SoL walks into the camera.SoL: Bishop Deacon Pastor Dollar Bill…I will NOT allow a pimp to take my spot! Tonight you will find out why they call me the NEW BREED!
SoL drops the mic and walks out as “Down Rodeo” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing.-fin-
