Scene of The Crime: Ahhh Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Home of Cheese, Cheese... and More Cheese. Oh and some Beer, but anyways.. it is also the next location of the cWe train when the Superstars of Championship Wrestling Entertainment roll into Milwaukee and fire things up just a bit. But first.. first New Jack and Ron Killings have some business to attend to. The Formation of Murdah. Inc has turned alot of heads within cWe and now it is time for these two cWe Champions to put the second part of their plan into effect. Starting with walking into Thursday Night Turmoil and defeating two of the biggest that cWe has to offer, forever effecting the history of cWe and showing that they are indeed a force to be reckoned with.

" This is it.. this is the place. "

" This place? Man you got to be fuckin' kiddin' me. I Don't even think we're even supposed to be here man.. you see the signs back on that fence? "

" Yeah I did.. so fuckin' what. Since when did you turn into such a fuckin' pussy all the sudden Ron? Trust me.. I was right when I said you and I were going to be the best damn thing to ever hit the cWe, and I'm right about this. Just Follow me and don't make too much noise. "

Scene of The Crime: The Cameras make out what they can amongst the dark of night, both New Jack and Ron Killings are dawning all black, making it almost impossible to see them. New Jack opens up the door with a tad bit of force, the door pops open as the two stroll into the large building. The Camera crew follows as they are overtaken by the darkness and are now into what feels like a very large, extremely dark room.

" Man turn on a light or somethin', I can't fuckin' see. "

" Yeah yeah hold up, I'm workin' on it. "

Scene of The Crime: For a moment nobody speaks, not a sound can be heard until.. click. The lights comes on with a loud humming sound and the empty insides of a former office building can be seen after your eyes adjust to the light. Killings looked confused as New Jack walks down the aisles of abandonded cubicles and the cameraman follows behind him, as well as a still confused and cautious Ron "The Truth" Killings.

" This is it man, this is the place that is gonna' make us both fuckin' filthy rich. Murdah Inc. now has it's own Headquarters.. and you're looking at it. "

Scene of The Crime: The Truth looks around speechless at first.

" This? this place is our pad? Nah man that can't be right.. this place is empty. We aren't even supposed to be in here man, lets get the fuck outta' here before secuirty or someone calls the cops. "

" Nobodies callin' the cops man, I tied up the only security guard around this place for miles and tosses him in his own closet back when you were on the phone before we entered this place. "

" You did what?! Man now we really need to get the fuck outta' here. "

Scene of The Crime: The Truth turns around to leave but New Jack grabs him by his arm.

" Chill.. "

" Chill? you take me here to this empty ass office building and tell me you tied up some security guard, for what? There's nothin' here man, we're on private property and for what? We should be back at the arena workin' out or somethin' dawg. Bashin' some heads and setting an example. "

" Empty huh? We'll just see about that. Come on Ron, you actually think I brought you here in the middle of the night for no fuckin' reason at all? Look around you.. Murdah Inc. is officially open for business! "

Scene of The Crime: All the sudden some life is brought into the office building, interns, fax machines, computers, telephones, everything can be heard that you would hear in a common office building, and everytihng you would see as well. The cameras span the room full circle and when they return onto New Jack and Ron Killings, both men are dawning very fashionable/pimp'esq business suits. The Truth looks around even more confused as ever now, rubs his eyes and looks down at his new suit. He isn't sure what to make of this.. is it magic? or just a simple trick of the camera?

" Daaaaamn. What the.. how the fuck did you do that Jack.. "

" Don't worry about it, just come this way my nigga'. "

Scene of The Crime: New Jack and The Truth walk by a couple of workers who are running around frantically working on some unknown project or task. New Jack stops at the foot of the room, right smack dab in the middle amongst everything going on.

" Attention employees and employettes.. there's a new mothafuckin' sherrif in town, and it's name is Murdah Inc. That's Murdah Incorporated for those of you who don't know, and we are now taking donations and phone calls for our services. get to work bitches.. "

Scene of The Crime: The silence is finally broken when New Jack finishes his speech and the employees rush to get back to work for New Jack and Ron Killings new "Business", Murdah. Inc.

" Services? Phone calls? Man, what the fuck is going on here? are you trippin'? "

" Nah man, Murdah Inc. is on it's feet and we're for real dawg. Handing out our services to whoever is in need. Need New Jack to crack The Undertaker over the head, or to jump AJ Styles, strip him of all his clothes and leave him in an alley for the bums.. whatever the fuck you need man, Murdah. Inc will do it.. for a price. "

" A price huh? Well nobody has to pay me to kick both those white boys ass this Thursday, we got a match against those two cats on TNT man. Did you forget? "

" Did I forget? Of course I didn't forget dawg, that's gonna be the night where we make our mark, where we show the entire cWe that we aren't the ones to be fucked with, and that NOBODY not even the god damn cWe World Heavyweight Champ, That Mothafuckin' Deadman. It's about damn time someone buried that cracka's corpse ten feet under for good. No more comn' back from the dead.. no more Resurrections. It's done and over with bitch, The Big Dogs days are numbered. "

" And Aj Styles? what about him? "

" What about him is right.. who the fuck is AJ Styles? am I supposed to be scared? Intimidated? or what? Please let me know because that's another cracka who I hear his name but never see him do much to back up the talk. His last name is Styles.. big fuckin' deal, want a cookie cracka'? I had more style than you when my momma' dressed me with clothes from the thrift store down the block. You aint shit dawg. AJ Styles can't hold my jock, just like Randy Orton and his team couldn't at Resurrection, and just like The Rock couldn't last week when I retained MY International Title. All these white boys are the same. "

" I heard that.. "

Scene of The Crime: An incoming call being picked up by a receptionist can be overheard.

" Murdah Inc., you pay money, we make them pay with their life. How may we help you? "

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" Yes.. he is here, would you like to speak to him? "

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" One moment please. "

Scene of The Crime: The elderly women puts the caller on hold and looks up at New Jack and Ron Killings.

" Mr. Jack, the phone is for you sir, the caller says he knows you.. and that it's very important. "

" For me? Who the fuck is callin' me here. "

" Yes you sir.. she wont give me a name, she only wants to speak to you. "

" She? "

Scene of The Crime: New Jack takes the phone.

" This is Jack.. who the fuck are you and what'ya want? "

" Now now.. is that anyway to greet your first customer? I need a favor hun, and I think you two men are just the fellas for the job. "

" You don't give me a name.. or anything, and you expect me to do something for you? What's in it for us chick.. I have a short temper and we don't do charity here at Murdah Inc., we fuck niggas up and make them wish they never heard our name. "

" Well great, because that's exactly what I need. You see New Jack, I need this favor done for me because I'm tired of being second in line.. I'm tired of being ignored when I ask for him to retire and hang up the boots once and for all, it's like he doesn't care what I think.. and one day I'm afraid he's going to get seriously hurt.. like life ending hurt. And I don't want that. "

" Whoa Whoa.. hold up just a minute lady. I didn't ask to hear your lifestory or whatever problems you and your husband or boyfriend or whoever the fuck he is problems.. This is a business you're calling, and if you don't want this guy hurt than you're definately calling the wrong fuckin' place. We specialize in hurting people.. permanently. There's no pussy shit goin' on up in here, that's for damn sure. "

" I just want him hurt to the point where he second guesses his business decision. I don't want him working for the cWe anymore New Jack, do you understand? It's ruining our lives, our childrens lives. Just do this for me and I will forever be in your debt. Just make my husband come home.. I thought it was over when he left the WWE but it wasn't, and I just don't know what to do anymore. "

" I don't think you understand.. we don't smack fools on the wrist and let them go on their way, we FUCK NIGGAZ UP Lady. Is that clear? We are in this business to shed blood, break bones, and cause tears. You want this guy put in a hospital or not? "

" Do what you have to do.. just make sure he's still breathing. I just want him home in one piece finally, just him and I and the kids.. a family once again. "

" The kids huh, well he'll be home alright. Home for the holidays, and everyday after that. He'll never want to step back into the ring again after we're finished with him. So what's this punks name? "

" His name is Mark.. "

" Mark? I don't know a Mark, you know a Mark in cWe Ron? "

Scene of The Crime: The Truth shakes his head.

" That's his real name.. you might know him by The Undertaker. You know him.. he's one of your opponents this Thursday night on Turmoil. It might seem extreme what I'm asking of you but I've had enough. I just want my husband back. Please.. please help me. "

" ...The Fuck? Who the hell is this? "

" I'm his wife.. Sara.. "

To be continued.