Wanna Learn How to Make an Easy $5K? Just Bet Against Kaze!
Written by George, Jamar, & Richie (ft. Back Alley Brawler, Geo Vacton, & Mittens T. Cat)
Deep within a remote section of the John-Labatt Centre was Back Alley Brawler's headquarters. As usual, smoke filled the air and shady looking characters scattered the room. Behind a big desk, looking over some material was the Back Alley Brawler himself. In such a dismal and clearly corrupt place as this, it was strange to see Geo Vacton slowly make his way inside. Geo looked around and raised his eyebrows at several of the sights, such as a scantly clad woman clicking gum at him, another large man grunting, and some weird character dressed in a furry pink cat costume wielding a guitar. Geo stood before Back Alley Brawler, not saying anything because he wasn't sure how exactly to go about doing this.
"Uh, excuse me?" Geo asked. BAB didn't look up and continued to look at the material in front of him. "I'd, uh� I'd like to place a bet."
"One thousand. One thousand fitty. One thousand one huned(hundred) . . ." The Back Alley Brawler obviously found it more important to count his moolah than to acknowledge Vacton.
A little frustrated, Geo reiterated himself. "Excuse me!" he demanded this time. "Ahem!"
"Wha--hmm?" The Brawler finally looked up and addressed Geo. "Whacha need there? But watch ya tone�cause I may decide ya need an ass-beatin."
"I, uh� I wanna bet on a match tonight." Geo took out a fat roll of one hundred dollar bills and held it in his hand.
"Okay, monkey. Wha match?" BAB eyed the money, and then looked up at Geo.
"Ken Kaze versus JCON." There was a hush around the room, and Mittens T. Cat's head slowly turned toward Geo and BAB. BAB grinned and nodded his head.
"Okay. For Kaze or JCON?"
"JCON, obviously." Realizing that his statement brought joy to the room and didn't make him feel quite as uncomfortable, Geo went on. "C'mon, man. Kaze couldn't win a match if his balls were on the line. Have you seen him? Talking to a trashcan, always falling and stuff� he's a complete klutz. Man, you're gonna make me rich tonight."
BAB laughed, as did everyone else in the room. "Good head on ya shoulders, glad I won�t havta knock it off. Well, how much'chu layin down?"
"Five grand." Geo handed BAB the roll of hundreds, and BAB began to count it up.
"Okay. Dis it then?"
"Yep."
"Okay, five gran' it is then� dat seems to be da goin' price around here. If you woulda actually placed a bet on dat dips(BEEP!), I woulda had to smack yo momma for even fert....fertili....-pissed off due to limited vocabulary- MAKIN' DA EGG YOU CAME FROM!"
Geo backed away � not out of intimidation, but out of befuddlement � from the Brawler, watching him. "Right . . . So, anyway, I gotta jet. Later."
The camera focused in on Geo Vacton as he exited the Back Alley Brawler's betting accommodation. The scene came to a close with Geo strolling through the hall, donning a mischievous smile on his face.
