Post by Andre Dixon on Jun 29, 2012 21:56:58 GMT -6
Last week served as a reality check for me. Before last week I thought I was invincible, untouchable if you will. I thought that I actually couldn't be beat. After being pinned I didn't even know what to do. It was an unusual feeling. I don't remember the last time I had that feeling. The feeling you get when you lose.
I'm sure it's different for some than it is others. Some people maybe even get used to that feeling. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be those people though. That's a feeling that I not only don't want to get used to, but that I hope I NEVER feel again.
So my winning streak stops right there. That means it's time for me to start it back up. This week I go up against an unknown. Madelyne "The Shadow" Wright is 1-1 here. She was able to get a win before getting eliminated in her debut. I guess you could say that was impressive. Then again Chenoa Young doesn't even have a job anymore so you can't really be too impressed with that win.
I think Madelyne got put in a really shitty situation this week. Talk about a mismatch. This thing could get really ugly. I almost feel bad for her. Then I think about the ultimate goal, the SCW World Title that I'm currently chasing after. Then I don't feel bad at all. Don't worry though Madelyne, I'm going to make this quick and easy for you. You won't even know what happened. And then afterwards maybe we can meet in my hotel room and then you can pin me...
(The scene opens back up to the airport where Andre Dixon is waiting for his manager Blake Gold to pick him up. We see Andre looking around and checking his watch. He's starting to get mad.)
Dixon: Where the fuck is this guy? And why the fuck didn't he come at the same time as me?
(He pulls his phone out again and calls him once again as he's confused about how Blake was even there already and had a car to even pick him up with. After about 4 rings it goes to voicemail. Andre hangs up the phone as he is starting to get angry.)
Dixon: Man...this shit is starting to piss me off. I need to smoke a fat fuckin' blunt right the fuck now.
(It's been a few days since he last smoked and with losing the other day he doesn't seem to be handling it all too well. At least smoking helps him calm down. Right now all that's going through his head is that loss. There is nothing he wants to do more than to get a win as soon as possible to at least somewhat make the loss go away. Winning against Madelyne Wright won't fix it, but it definitely will be a start. All of a sudden his phone begins to ring. It's Blake. He answers the phone.)
Dixon: Where the fuck are you?...
(There's no answer.)
Dixon: Hello?
(Still no answer.)
Dixon: What the? This dude just disappeared like fuckin' Lance Stephens or whatever that losers name was.
(He looks at the phone and see's that it ended up being a missed call before he ever picked the phone up. Is he fucking with me right now?)
Dixon: Ain't that about a bitch.
(Right at that moment a white limo pulls up. The sunroof rolls open and Andre's manager Blake Gold pops his head out of the limo. A limo? This dude must be drinking already.)
Dixon: What the fuck is all this?
(He says as he points to the big limo sitting in front of him.)
Gold: What? You don't like it?
Dixon: I didn't say all that now.
Gold: That's what I thought.
Dixon: What's the point of it though? You couldn't just rent a regular car?
Gold: We don't have to drive this one.
(He made a very good point. But that definitely meant he had already started drinking.)
Dixon: You drunk already?
Gold: Do I sound drunk?
Dixon: No.
Gold: I've only had about 3 so far. Give or take one or two.
(More like give or take 3 or 4. This guy can drink.)
Gold: Get in and let's get the fuck out of here.
Dixon: You got some weed for me?
Gold: Does a bear shit in the woods?
Dixon: That's what's up. Get him to open the trunk.
(He grabs his bag and takes it over to the trunk which automatically opens up. He puts his bag in and shuts the trunk before walking over and getting in the limo. The limo is rather large. Inside the limo we see Blake sitting in a collared white shirt and some black pants. To the side of him we see a half naked woman passed out. Andre sits down across from Blake and just looks at him shaking his head.)
Dixon: Really?
(He shakes his head as he points to her.)
Dixon: Really?
Gold: I can't help it that she couldn't hang and had to pass out so early.
Dixon: Early? It's like 7 in the afternoon. What time did you guys start drinking?
Gold: She wasn't drinking actually.
Dixon: Did you roofie this bitch?
Gold: No! Hell no! I'm not into that shit!
Dixon: Then what the fuck?
Gold: I must have fucked that bitch into sleep man. I fucked her so good she had to take a nap.
Dixon: This bitch passed out from too much fuckin'?
Gold: I guess you can say that. We were finished fucking though and then she just went to sleep.
Dixon: How long ago was this?
Gold: Like 2 hours ago.
Dixon: That's some crazy shit right there.
Gold: What can I say. New Mexico bitches are crazy.
Dixon: She's not a hooker is she?
Gold: I don't pay for sex. Never have.
Dixon: Just making sure. I think I'm going up against a prostitute this week.
Gold: In your match?
Dixon: Yep. Madelyne "The Shadow" Wright. Sounds like a prostitute or stripper right?
Gold: Quite possibly. You going to be able to hit a girl?
Dixon: I still beat Chenoa Young's ass and she's a girl. I will say that bitch probably will never be the same again.
Gold: I'm pretty sure you can say the same about this girl.
(He points at the passed out woman.)
Dixon: I'm serious man. This Madelyne Wright bitch better bring The Trinity with her if she wants ANY shot at beating me on Sunday. And even then she couldn't get the job done. I've already proven I can beat Nightcrawler when I was the one to pin him last week.
Gold: I just hope you don't let your guard down because she's a woman and end up losing because of it.
Dixon: I never let my guard down. I don't give a damn if she's a woman or a little fuckin' girl. I'm going to bitch slap this ho around the ring for as long as I want and then pin her. It's as simple as that.
Gold: Easy money.
Dixon: Easy money. This bitch stands no chance against me. If I want to I'll pull my dick around and slap her around with it. Then again if I tried that she'd probably try to start suckin' it.
Gold: Really?
Dixon: Bitch looks like she's got some DSL's.
Gold: DSL's?
Dixon: Dick Sucking Lips.
(Gold busts out laughing. Andre laughs a little bit.)
Gold: Now that's some good shit right there.
Dixon: For real though I'm not worried about this chick. Nothing about her, or Trinity for that matter, scares me. Last week I got caught off guard. It WON'T happen again.
Gold: It better not...
Dixon: Fuck you!
Gold: I'm just messin' with you! You want to grab some dinner?
Dixon: Sounds good to me. What about her?
(He points at the girl.)
Gold: I don't know to be honest. Maybe we can wake her up when we get there.
Dixon: Let's go...
(They drive continue to talk as they drive off and the scene fades to black as Andre get's ready to bounce back this week against Madelyne Wright.)
