CASH IS MONEY

[Da Gangstas]

I'm a kill you!

 

(J X CASH pacing around backstage between the dressing rooms in his ring gear looking ready for a fight.)

 

NBD, ANA, Marijuana Mack, all one in the same man who I rode with, bled with, and got high with. But NBD, you in the last few years have isolated yourself from the rest of the roster, you have acted more like an Owner which is not a bad thing, not for SEF. When you try to step in the ring though, then it becomes something that the rest of us can't allow to happen because if we did, we would deserve it. Taylor Andrews deserves that title and winning the Mens DOGG Fight is the only way to earn a shot right now and I may just have to sign up to make sure you don't win that match. So yea, I suppose I will do that, but after tonight, after I get done sending your big ass through a table and showing you why J X CASH IS MONEY and mister X to the f'n A is still more extreme than most. I don't even need to say all this which isn't much I know, I ain't been the same man in years. Like Mack called me out on a couple weeks ago, I'm just here, I live a few blocks away where I run a private residence renting rooms out to locals who need them, wrestlers, anyone who needs a room. I don't want to leave this city ever again, but Mack and I made a little pact as a a team, as the 313 and so I suppose I could go on the road with SEF if they ever do that again and represent Detroit city all over the f'n world! But as for tonight, I represent my 313 in a tables match against the SEF Owner who ain't go any love shown to him, least not in the public eye. I got mad respect for NBD, but I gotta put his ass through a table and that right there is half the battle cause I'm damn near half his size!

 

(CASH having enough and walks on towards the curtain nodding down to NBD who stands up to follow him.)