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Date Posted: 17:36:03 06/08/99 Tue
Author: "Da Killa" and Ja Rule
Subject: Shamrock aint nothing but a B*tch...and Hart hangs with him, so what does that make him? Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

(The scene opens up at the Miami Underground, nearly two thousand miles from the site of the next WCWL event, which is tomorrow. The camera shows the beautiful white pillars which help structurize the front of the building, which has about 20 steps, with a red carpet over them all, and at the top of those stairs, a pair of solid gold doors, both electronicly set to open and close at the push of a button. There is a podium, and a large black man, wearing a black muscle shirt, black dress pants, black loafers, and a pair of black Ray bands. He has no hair, but an earring in his left ear. He has a few gold rings on his fingers, and a silver chain around his neck, with a cross hanging from it. He has on the podium a pile of papers, with names on it, and he also has a pen, to mark off names, of those who have arrived. He is setting up for the night, which will offer a preformence from the Ruff Ryders, and even Ja Rule is scedualed to make a preformence, a night before his tag match with Sticky, against Bret Hart and Ken Shamrock. The man looks up from the papers, and looks at the camera man, and checks the top of the first paper, which says, "WCWL camera man" at the top of the first column's list. He presses a button on the podium, and the doors fly open, and the camera man walks inside, as the doors fly closed behind him. He is standing at the beginning of a hallway, almost completely dark, except for a few natural lights from small windows on the walls. He walks down the hallway, and comes to the largest room in the joint, the main room, with the stage, giant bar, tables, and of course, the dance floor. In the middle of the floor is a table, set up with two chairs, both occupied by a person, one being Ja Rule, and the other being the owner of the club himself, Sticky Fingaz. Ja Rule is wearing a black and yellow FUBU jersey, with a pair of blue sweatpants, and black Teva sandels. He has a silver dog chain around his neck, and has a durag on his head. Sticky is wearing a pair of black Karl Kani jeans, and a red button down shirt, wide open, with no undershirt on it. He has a pair of black loafers on, and also a gold rolex on his right arm. Sticky invites the camera man to come closer, and pull up a chair. Sticky leans back, and relaxes, as Ja Rule begins to speak..)

Ja Rule : You know, this freak of nature known as Shamrock says that I'm only where I am because I ride the asses of other people, of stars, who can get me to the top. Well, stupid ass, if you hadn't noticed, were not even two shows into this league yet, and your saying I'm riding the coat tails of a superstar, and I'm sure Sticky thanks for for that compliment, but I'll just have you know that I'm a bigger star than you, I was a bigger star than you before I even came into wrestling, so dont you even go and start, trying to say that I'm a nobody, that I'm down on your level, because compared to you, I'm as good as gold, black gold, but this black man is gunna get paid, and I know that I can do it on my own, but I'm not going to, because the Underground is the shiz, and I'll be riding along the underground train as long as the day is, and I'll promise you that when we meet up in a match, tomorrow, I'll show you who the star is, and why being "in the zone" wont mean a damn thing to me, or to anyone else, because as tough as you say you are, your nothing against me, a born and raised product of the streets, and things dont get any tougher there, in the streets, so you damn sure know that you are just a little step on the road to the heavyweight belt, and on the road for me and Sticky to win those tag belts. Shamrock, you've gone and pissed a black man off, something you do want to do, and even worse, you've pissed of a big black man, and to make the matter damn near tragic for you, you've pissed me off. I'm a force to be reconned with, and your ass better relize that I am the single most powerful driving force in this Heavyweight division, and you better remember my name once this tag match is over, because you will be hearing it many many more times down the road, because if you really want that Heavyweight belt, you better be ready to fight my ass for it. I'm gunna f*ck you up, and I'm going to make sure you end up f*ckin with the best, headed down like the rest, Underground, and you can Holla Holla, it's murda..

(Ja Rule folds his arms over, and gives a nod, and stares at the camera. Sticky gets out of his chair quietly, and walks around Ja Rule, and leans over, and gets infront of him, taking up his camera space, and Ja Rule starts laughing. Sticky goes back to his seat, and looks at the camera.)

"Da Killa" Sticky Fingaz : Now, Shamrock complimenting me like that has got me thinking, "What if Shamrock was to join the Underground?" Well, I thought about it, and came the conclusion that Shamrock is just some punk white boy, who aint fit to lace the boots he is wearing. Shamrock, you've got no chance, thats what you've got, no chance in hell, pardon my WWF lingo, of ever joining with us, or even being on our level, which is above you, contrary to what ever you beleive in your little head. You damn sure aint the sharpest knife, You've even pretty damn dull. So just keep to yourself the comments you make, and we'll all make it through the day just fine, no one getting hurt. Shamrock, see you tomorrow, boy, and I really do hope that you bring your "zone" because I'm going to reduce it to nothingness.

And Bret Hart, oh my oh my, Bret Hart, what the hell is your problem? You want a fued with me, and you want to mess around with me like you were my friend, but you know that I'm two levels above you baby, and of course I've got more skill and technique than you, even if your the "best there is, best there was, and best there ever will be", which we all know to be complete bs. I've got that distinction, well, atleast the best there ever will be, because I've got the complete package. Mic skillz, ring ability, and I can do any damn thing I please as long as I'm in the ring mood, which I usually am, but you and Shamrock has ticked something off in me, something that you just shouldn't do, like piss me off! Now, Shamrock, you said I wasn't sh*t in the EIWL, but of course, I was US champ, IC champ, and finally World champ, with each reign lasting over a month, and thats a pretty long damn time to hold a belt. What about you? You were TV champ for, oh, about a week or so? Jeez, the TV belt was the crappiest piece of crap you could ever hope to crap up, so it really wasn't much for you to win that, as I could have at any damn time I wanted to, but I didn't want to, because it would just have brought me down a level or ten, because going from World champ to TV champ is just as bad as being shot, but you'll never know what it is like to be a world champ, or a heavyweight champ, or a West Coast champ, well, atleast not as long as I'm around. Shamrock, Hart, see your asses tomorrow night, and it will be the result of so many other Sticky Fingaz's matches, you'll mess with the best, and end up like the rest, Underground!

(Sticky gets up, and goes behind the bar, and brings a few drinks back, as the camera fades..)

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