Posted by "Pryme-Time" Deion Bonds on June 24, 2004, 3:00 am

(Pardon The Interruption Welcome to Orlando. We are on the top floor of the Downtown Marriott Orlando, the home to IWA superstar “Pryme-Time” Deion Bonds. Bonds has been fighting all week. Not against a physical opponent in a wrestling ring, but fighting a battle against life and against himself. Bonds has just returned from a vacation in his hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. It should have been a triumphant trip for Bonds, he did some promotional work for the IWA, and he launched his very own wrestling promotion. But instead Bonds’ vacation was marred by tragedy. Four days before Father’s Day, Bonds was called over to his mother’s house. It was there that Bonds received the worst news of his life. He was told that his father, Rufus, had passed away from a heat stroke while working. Bonds father was a successful contractor in the Atlanta area who was know for quality work and outstanding service. On the day that Bonds father died, he was working early trying to finish up a job because some of his workers had called in sick. The doctors said that Mr. Bonds was the victim of a heat stroke. He was only 52 years old. For most of the past week, Bonds has been torn between mourning his father’s passing and preparing for his upcoming showdown on “Shockwave” against Heidi. It is a match between two of the toughest competitors in the IWA. One wrestler is one of the most decorated wrestlers in the company, having held both the IWA Heavyweight and CAL Heavyweight Titles. The second competitor is one of the most physically gifted athletes in the IWA who is no stranger to IWA gold himself. Bonds knows that in order to win this week he must be ready physically and mentally, but he also needs to rest his body. To accomplish all of these goals, Bonds has decided to stay home for a night of food, fellowship, and film review with his friend, Lorenzo Gant. We join the action already in progress ) * The sounds of Jay-Z’s “Big Pimpin’” fill the room* ############# Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby spendin G's You know I - thug em, #### em, love em, leave em Cause I don't ####in need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don't ####in feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, b###h Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. I’m like get yo' ass in And let's Ride ha, ha, ha, ha, ha check em out now And let's Ride ha, ha, ha, ha, ha check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Unh, unh On a canopy, my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV jam of the week Made my money quick then back to the streets but Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray... Standin on the corner of my block hustlin Still gettin that cane half what I paid slippin right through customs It'll sell by night its extra white... I got so many grams if the man find out it will land me in jail for life But im still big pimpin spendin chesse with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got b###hes in the back of the truck, laughin it up Jigga Man that's what's up! We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B. ############# Deion Bonds: (Bonds walks into his den with two beers in hand) Ay ‘Lo, turn that down, man. You’re supposed to be helpin’ me get ready for this title match, not blowin’ out my speakers! Lorenzo Gant: (turning down the stereo) My bad playa. (takes one of the beers from Bonds) I just thought listenin’ to some Jigga would help loosen you up before “Shockwave”. Bonds: (sitting down) I feel ya playa, but I just gotta get my mind right for this match. Gant: (takes a long drink from his beer) Yeah man, you facin’ Heidi this week. That "puta" is crazy. I don’t even think she wants to win the match I think she’s all about hurtin’ people now. Bonds: Yeah, I saw what she did to Larry Chueng at the PPV. She’s damn near certifiable, but she’s still a talented competitor, and dangerous as hell. Gant: You might be right about that, Papi. My moms always said that the rabid dog was the most dangerous. Bonds: No doubt, and right now Heidi is one rabid bi-atch. (chuckles) So, anyways You comin’ to Belfast wit me, playa? Gant: Naw, pimp. I won’t be able to make it. I wish I could roll with you though, just to watch your back an everything. Bonds: It’s all good playa-playa. I know I can beat Heidi in a straight-up match. She’s quick, versatile, and all that but I’m faster, stronger, and a hell of a lot prettier! (Bonds laughs as he does his best impression of Morris Day from the Time) Gant: (changing subjects) So are you g’on be ok, homie? Bonds: (Sighs) Man, I guess I’ll be aiight. I mean I really ain’t had time to let it all sink in yet. Between doing promotion for the I-Dubya-A, and my work with PTW, I hadn’t had too much time to think about it. (Bonds pauses and takes a long, slow drink before he continues speaking) But if he had to go out, he went out living the only way he knew how working hard. And that’s how I gotta live my life man, it hurts like hell, but I gotta spend every single day for the rest of my life workin’ hard it’s how he always wanted me to live. Gant: Ay yo, if it means anything, I know your pops would be real proud of what you done with your life brotha. So when you go to Ireland, I want you to go in that ring and do the damn thing! I want you to be the bad-@$$ brawler, and smooth shot-caller that everyone knows you can be. Bonds: (finishing his beer) I hear you dawg. I’m gonna go into this match and continue to show and prove that I am a major playa in this company. I’m a former South-Atlantic Champ, a Former Florida NightLife Champ, and a former Tropical-Sun Champeen. I’ve stood toe-to-toe with some of the biggest names in this company. They think I’m gonna be scared to step in the ring with Heidi??? They must not know what time it is, baby. So Lo’, did you get those “training tapes” I asked you to get? Gant: Fa Sho’ big brotha. (reaches into his dueffel bag and pulls out 3 videotapes, he begins to read the titles) “My Pimp Hand Is Strong” by Bishop Don Magic Juan. “What’s Blood Got To Do With It?” by Ike Turner. And of course, “Im’ Rick James, b###h!!!” by Rick James. Theese are the perfect tapes to learn the techniques on how to keep a woman in check DB. You need to step into that ring and show Heidi, the cats in Ireland, and all the peeps back home just exactly why you is the “New Franchise Playa” in IWA. You know what I’m sayin’? It’s your time, “Pryme-Time” and I know that you’re going to make everyone--especially your father very proud, mi "hermano". Bonds: You’re absolutely right, kid. This is my chance to take another step towards being the main man in the I-Dubya-A. I’ve got to take all the pain and s#it that’s goin’ on and channel it into whoopin’ that trick’s @$$ in Ireland. (Standing up) I’m gonna go grab us some more beers. Could you pop in that Ike Turner tape, bro? Gant: Sure, dog. Bonds: And Lo’ Gant: Yeah. Bonds: (smiling) Thanks. (As Bonds goes into the kitchen; Gant grabs the Ike Turner tape out of the box. See you at “Shockwave”!) *Fade To Black!*