Scene of The Crime: Chicago, Illinois. The Windy City, the home of the baseball Cubs and White Sox, the football Bears, and the former repeat World Championship Basketball Team, The Chicago Bulls. Chicago is no stranger to the world of sports and this Sunday Night Championship Wrestling Entertainment will roll into town and shock the world. The Australian Tour down under has come to an end and now we are back in the states, in an alleyway to be exact, behind some unknown/unmarked building. A chill is in the air but other than that there isn't a cloud in the sky as the cWe cameras remain focused on the empty alleyway waiting for someone or something to come into view. Than after a few moments of nothing happening, two figures step into the alley away from the sidewalks and busy streets, one man is wearing a hooded sweatshirt that conceals his face, the other.. well it's New Jack of course! Dawning a camo gear jacket and levi pants. New Jack looks around to see if they are being followed than the two men walk up to a lone door at the end of the alley and give it a quick knock. They wait for someone to come and answer the door, looking around suspiciously.

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " You sure this is the place man? This all looks a bit fishy to me. You betta' not be pullin' my fuckin' leg.. I got places to go.. people to see. "

East Coast Gangster: " Yo, New Jack man.. I'm your bro, you know I wouldn't fuck around with your time. Don't worry about it, I know it's been awhile since you've been on the east coast but we haven't forgotten about you bro, the guys are going to be really glad to see you, this is the place.. dont worry about it.. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Yeah, well I'm not here to have some family reunion man.. I'm just here to get the shit I need and than I'm out. I gots to get back to my hotel room and than to the gym so I can get ready to crack some skulls this sunday. "

East Coast Gangster: " Yeah right on man, I'll be watchin' that shit fo'sho. It's about time you got back into the ring, shits gone soft since you left for real.. "

Scene of The Crime: Finally someone comes to the door, sliding open the little peek hole that rests at eye heighth. A deep voice can be heard from the other side of the door.

East Coast Bouncer: " What'chu want fool? "

East Coast Gangster: " Hey man it's me, we're here to see Troy, he's expecting me. "

East Coast Bouncer: " Expecting you? I dunno 'bout that man. Who's that you got there with you? He looks awfully familiar to me.. is that that nigga' Steve? "

East Coast Gangster: " Nah Nah Nah, It's Motherfuckin' New Jack man, whos it look like? You blind or somethin'?! but you're right He's expecting him, not me.. just let us in already you loppy son of a bitch, we got business to attend to. "

East Coast Bouncer: " Aight I'll let you two niggas in, just don't try any of that shit you tried last week or I'll have to toss your scrawny ass out for good. Just finish your business and get goin' ya' heard. "

East Coast Gangster: " Yeah Yeah, just open the fuckin' door already man. "

Scene of The Crime: The Sound of the door unlocking can be heard as the door swings open and the whole figure of the man behind the door can be seen. A Big Black Man who looks as if he were born to be a Bouncer of sorts. He closes the door behind New Jack and his guide, patting them down for weapons and than pointing them in the direction of a flight of stairs. New Jack and his "associate" walk up the steps and into a dimly lit room where a poker game is taking place. The man at the head of the table looks up at his new guests, folding his hand and standing to greet them both with a handshake and pat on the back.

East Coast Ganglord: " Sup Cuz.. Whatsup New Jack, my dog.. long time no talk man. What'chu been up too Nigga'? You still Wrestling around in those damn tights for a living? "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Tights? You know I don't wear any fuckin' tights. And as a matter of fact I'm getting back into the business this weekend, got myself a big match.. wich is one of the reasons I came here to see you. There's some gold on the line in this match, I need a little somethin' somethin' to spice the belt up once I get that baby around my waist if ya' know what I mean. I got some chumps who need to be set straight and I intend to be doin' the setting. "

East Coast Ganglord: " Yeah I heard ya', keepin' it real I know that. I got what you're looking for.. I got Rubies, Gems, Diamonds, Pearls, whatever strikes your fancy homie, there isn't a damn thing that goes through this here city without me knowin' about it. It's like my own little black market goin' on down here. So what's your flava' man? You want some of that Hydro Weed I got ontop of that, or maybe some of that White Devil. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Nah Nah.. none of that, I gots to stay clean in order to handle my business inside the ring again man. Can't be fuckin' around with any of that shit. What I do want is a nice shiny Diamond to put right on my belt, add some ice to it. "

East Coast Ganglord: " Aight, lets go on into the back room than and see what I can come up with for ya' homie. Just follow me and I'll hook you up fat. "

Scene of The Crime: A big guy seated at the poker table stands up with a pissed off look on his face.

East Coast Gangster 2: " Hey man, we still got this motherfuckin' game goin on foo'. That mean you're cashin' out bitch? You know all your shit would've just ended up coming to me eventually anyways. "

East Coast Ganglord: " Nah BITCH. I'm gonna keep my fuckin' chips and money where it be and it better fuckin' be there when I get back or someones ass is gettin' tossed in the street. "

Scene of The Crime: New Jack follows his "Friend" through yet another door into a back room that is even darker than the last. A lone table is set in the middle with a magnifying lens and black tablecloth spread out ontop. The Ganglord moves aside a picture and cracks open a safe that has a large black case inside of it. He sets the case on the table, opens it up by unlocking it with a key and reveals the insides to New Jack and his friend. Diamonds, Rubies, Gems, Pearls, every possible Jewel you could think of is in this case, as well as some other drug items we need not mention. Both mens eyes light up like kids in a candy store.

East Coast Ganglord: " So, you see anything you like? You just tell me and I'll give you a real good deal, top of the line shit right here.. don't get no better than this. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " No Shit, you werent kidden. Look at all this shit.. "

East Coast Gangster: " Yeah.. look at this bigass piece of jewelry. "

Scene of The Crime: New Jacks accomplice picks up one of the items in the box, observing it as closely as the naked eye can. He goes to pick up the magnifying glass to check it out in fine detail but the Ganglord slaps the jewel out of his hand startling him. The Jewel falls back in place gently.

East Coast Ganglord: " Nigga' did I say you could touch my shit? I know you don't have any damn money so keep your grubby little paws off of my shit ya' heard. New Jack is the customer here so he can touch whatever he wants, but take my word for it New Jack.. you lookin' for a Diamond? I got the finest diamonds on the East Coast. Pick your poison. Check out this big bad boy I got right here.. "

Scene of The Crime: He hands New Jack a large Diamond that looks to be about as real as it gets. But when he drops it into New Jacks hand, an odd look forms on New Jacks face as he trys to weigh the diamond in his hand.

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Yo' Man, you trying to pull my fuckin' leg here or what, this shit feels too light to be a damn diamond. Don't be fuckin' around with me.. I'm not in the mood for bullshit "

East Coast Ganglord: " Nah Nah Man.. I'd never play you, you're my boy Jack, I got your back you know that. I'd never fuck around with you, that shit right there is the real shit man. Top of the line, Grade A Diamond. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " I've seen better looking diamonds in my mouth man, I aint in the mood for games.. I don't need no fucking fakeass Diamond, I'll leave being a fraud and a phoney to guys like Randy Orton. I'm For Real.. either you show me some real shit or it's about to get real ugly up in this bitch. "

East Coast Ganglord: " That is the real shit right there man.. "

Scene of The Crime: New Jack grabs the magnifying lens and begins to observe the diamond very very closely. After a few seconds of silence New jack shakes his head and throws the "Diamond" onto the ground, it shatters into a million pieces, proving even more that it is indeed a fake.

East Coast Ganglord: " Man what the fuck is your problem?! "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " My PROBLEM? My Motherfuckin' Problem is, you're trying to sell me phoney shit. You think I'm stupid or somethin'? You think I was born yesterday Nigga'? I know real shit when I see it, and that's not it. Man, what is it with everyone these days.. fake ass bitches everywhere you turn. I got some prettyboy chump in my match Sunday Night who thinks he's hot shit because he was the Captian of a Sinking Ship back when cWe closed the first time. Just like this fakeass Diamond you're trying to sell me right here, that little bitch isn't authentic, he can't even open his mouth without some bitch beside him to boost his ego. I'm tired of all these white boys coming into my territory and thinking they know what New Jack is all about. The only people who know what I'm all about is the people who stepped into the ring with me and never lived to tell about it. Now I know you don't have any REAL shit for me so I'll be going now, thanks for wasting my time homeboy.. Haven't even been gone for two years and already you bitches turned scheisty. "

East Coast Ganglord: " You just fucking broke my shit and you think you can just up and leave? Comn' in here like that and disrespecting me? Who the fuck do you think you are. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Who am I? I'll tell you who I am.. [ raises his voice ] I'm NEW JACK MOTHERFUCKA'. The Baddest Nigga' to ever grace a Wrestling Ring or the Streets for that matter, and I don't appreciate Fake Bitches like yourself. You want to try and stop me from leaving? Be my guest homeboy but one of us wont be leaving this room if shit hits the fan if you catch my drift. So what's it gonna' be? "

Scene of The Crime: The Ganglord thinks to himself for a moment, than closes up his box of jewels and puts them back in the safe. He puts both of his hands up as a gesture of peace as he walks by New Jack and his partner and leaves the room shutting the door behind him.

East Coast Gangster: " Wow, you sure told him. Bummer about you're Jewelry, I know some other fool down the block that might be able to hook ya' up with what you're looking for. "

'The ORIGINAL Gangsta' New Jack: " Nah Man, that's alright. I don't want no fuckin' Diamond anyways, shits for girls like Randy Orton. Motherfucka' calls himself The Diamond? Please.. I've got more Gold in my mouth and on my fingers than you've ever had around your waist Son, you'd be smart not to fuck with me.. but I guess it's too late aint it? Too late for you, too late for that freaky motherfucker with the face paint. And too late for that Steroid freak Batista. New Jack has arrived in the cWe bitches and like it or not.. I'm takin' home The International Gold and I'm gonna' make a big Motherfuckin' splash. A... "

New Jack takes a nearby pole and somehow manages to crack open the safe where all the Gangsters Jewels were hidden. He grabs the case and his Partner starts to head for the door they arrived in but New Jack stops him, shakes his head and signals a Gun with his hand. New Jack leads him over to a back door and the two escape through the back, avoiding any altercations that may occur through that other door. The Scene Slowly Fades to Black as the cWe Logo comes into view.

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