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Post by Wade Mason on Feb 25, 2010 4:48:17 GMT -5
[Single Match] Matt Vaux Vs. French Montana
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday February 28th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday March 1st at 11:59pm EST
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Post by frenchy on Mar 1, 2010 21:14:39 GMT -5
I did not join the revolution to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear… [/color] FRENCH MONTANA 1288 North Broad Street Hillside, Jersey[/b][/u] ”…Hello? “*inaudible response* ” …Yea? What’s up man…”*inaudible response* ”Yea, I’ve been lookin for him. I’m on my way.”*inaudible response* ”…Yea.”Pusher closes his cell phone and looks up from his table in the corner by a big glass window under various neon beer signs, at the few patrons inside enjoying a late night pizza at the neighborhood famous Comet Pizza. He looks out of the window across the street at the cemetery and its many headstones, then returns to devouring the rest of his pizza slice. Push finishes his soda and rises from his table leaving a tip. A bright blue eyed waitress comes from behind the large counter with Pusher in her sights…”…Say…wait-a-minute!”Pusher stops in his tracks inches from the door and looks at her with slight smirk.”…So? Whatcha up to?”The fair skinned beauty chews her gum while waiting for a response standing with a hand on her hip.”Why don’t you ask what you really wanna know Casey…””…When’s French comin back?”A bright smile appears on her face further exhibiting her ocean blue eyes as she looks at Pusher anxiously.*laughs* ”You sure know how to bring out the big guns huh?... I don’t know sweetheart. I gotta find him first. This fuckhead hasn’t answered his cell in like ten hours and that doesn’t happen very often.””Oh my god! Is he ok? What happened?”Her look turns to ultimate concern as she covers her mouth with her hands.”Damn, slow down there--he’s fine! I know where he’s at. That’s where I’m headed. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon you know this is our place man. Thirteen years it’s been, right?””…Yea, well tell him to call me dammit! I haven’t heard from him in a while now…”Pusher starts pushing the door open.”OK! OK. I’ll tell him…””…Oh and PUUSSSSHHHHHEEEEEERRRR…”She says his name in a sing-song way twirling one of her golden locks in her finger stopping Pusher’s exit in progress .”Yea? What?””…Stacey is lookin for ya!”Pusher’s face becomes contorted with disgust.”…What the bitch that look like Joe Bidden?... You NEVER saw me!”The waitress tries to hold him her laughter.”…Come on, say it with me… YOU-NEVER-SAW-ME””OK-OK! I never fuckin saw you… You better tell French!”The ending of the waitress’s comments where left on deaf ears as soon as Pusher heard what he wanted to hear. He proceeds through the parking lot, finding a familiar pearl white 1977 Mustang Cobra II, he exits the lot through the alley. Flying down the road Pusher avoids many busy streets and takes the backstreets towards his destination. Once arrived he parks and strolls into a bar in the slums of the city. He looks around amid the smoke filled atmosphere and sees French sitting alone at the bar. He walks up to the next barstool and orders a drink.”…You ready?”French drunkenly answers…”…You--y-y—you know who the fuck you’re talkin to? I’m…the…CHAMPION!” French reaches on the counter for the TGW World Championship belt and holds it up swerving as he speaks…”…I’m always…*hiccup* I’m… always fuckin’ ready!””Man you got a match, you keep drinkin like that an you’ll pass out. …Agh, who am I kidding…””…Look, I…I don’t give a fuck who says what about shit I fuckin do! … I am a fuckin’ CHAMPION AGAIN! …Too—too bad fuckin’ nobody cares about Vaux enough to leave him out of the next victim. I deserve a fuckin drink goddammit! Who predicted this outcome other than me?
Let’s not play ‘I told ya so’…
I’m just gonna tell everyone like this, I am not lying down… This is not the climax of it all. This is just the beginning for the Montana era. …I have a feeling that things might get…get…get a bit interesting now…
Animosity, Vaux… it’s not personal, just business.”
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