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New Direction ... and Preview To MAFIA Reunion Pt. 2
by Guest April 14th 2013, 9:07 pm
NYC
The scene opens up inside The Marriott hotel, the scene spans through the hotel showing the crowded lobby and all different rooms, the scene then fades inside of London’s hotel room, inside London is shown walking out of the bathroom, adjusting his clothes, he makes his way into the living room area where his friend Carlos was shown sitting.
London:
It kind of sucks that I can’t really talk about you much, I didn’t think I would go through this again especially after Anthony.
A cloud of smoke blows from the left side, Carlos takes a couple more hits of the blunt before passing it to London who was already sitting on the edge of the couch.
Carlos:
It just the fact that my family don’t know, I don’t expose it as much around them as I do to the other people closer to me, and plus you know how it is where we at, I’m feeling you and I’m real about that though, I’m not checking no other dudes out right now.
London:
I just don’t want to get played again, I’m tired of going through that shit.
Carlos:
That last dude was a fucking fool Lon, like dead that shit and let it rest, he fucked up and its time to move on from that shit.
London:
I have, I’m just guarded right now.
Carlos:
But I think you should at least tell your sister though, because I would like to meet her.
London:
I mean I’ll eventually tell her, but I think right now she has so much going on in her life right now and I don’t want to bother her about my personal life.
Carlos:
But with all the people supporting you, she does the most and I’m sure your sister would like to see you happy, I mean that’s just my opinion.
Carlos hands London the blunt again, but this time he moves in closer, he leans down placing his hands on London’s hips and moves in for a kiss, the two kiss for a few minutes before Carlos finally backs away.
Carlos:
When I first met you, you was dealing with that clown and I waited, because I knew you was in a difficult situation, but I rode with you because I knew you would smarten up.
London:
He would ask me why I was spending so much time in New York, but at the same time he was spending a lot of time in Compton with that girl.
Carlos:
Listen them problems are long gone now, this is where you need to be and right now you with me.
Its funny because it seems like I attract a lot of straight men, well the straight but curious men, or maybe just the men that are just plain confused and crazy who knows but I’ve known Carlos for a few months now, I met him back in December when I started classes again
It was nothing too crazy, we hung out a few times, but most of the times we only ran into each other during classes, I didn’t know Carlos was bi until he made a pass at me, one night we were out and I kind of just opened up to him about my situation with Anthony and that same night we kissed.
That shit was hot.
But it only put me in a situation where I was really confused, I didn’t know how to handle the situation and I was so into Anthony that I didn’t want to even look or worry about another nigga.
But that all changed now.
Carlos was different from Anthony though, different personality, different mindset, just a different person in general but I enjoyed being around him. He lived in NY while I still lived in Miami, well now LA since Brooklyn lives there now but I always made time to visit NY, especially when dealing with school.
No one knew about Carlos though, I didn’t want anyone to know because I wanted to see what could happen with us without all the extra bullshit, all the extra exposure. And Carlos kind of wanted to keep it a secret, only because he wasn’t ready to open up to his family about us, or about himself.
So at this time, I respected that.
Carlos:
So I guess you’ll be heading back to LA soon?
London:
I’m leaving tomorrow, but I should be back sometime in the next few weeks, my professor said I can email him some of my work and I have a couple events and shows to attend, but you know how we do, we can still skype and things.
Carlos:
I do enjoy the skype thing though, especially when you wear them underwear i like.
London:
I hate the fact you make me smile so much right now.
Carlos:
Do you think your family will like me when I meet them? You know I am kind of nervous about that.
London:
Nah, I’m sure Brooke will love you because I like you, I don’t plan on introducing you to many of my family though because I don’t know a lot of them myself, but I’m sure if you stick around long enough you’ll learn enough about me.
Carlos:
I got you homie.
The music in the background plays as the two sit back and blaze, a good feeling in the air as the scene fades to black.
Don’t underestimate the kid, I’ve said that many of times. I’ll admit these past few weeks haven’t been good for me, focusing on school and shit kind of had my mind all types of disarray.
I see people going back to the usual bash London, and not believe in London but that all was about to change and soon enough I would be back on top. When I lost the Freedom Championship, my whole ego and just attitude changed, I knew I would have to bring it harder because to get where I wanted to be would take work.
And then losing to Hart and his buttbuddy Jones made things worst, that match right there was another wake up call for me.
Battle Lines I destroyed though, I wasn’t letting my sister down, and I definitely wasn’t letting MAFIA down. It was time to shut some of them punks up and let them know that my whole team was about to take charge again.
Its funny because I even got people thats not even affiliated with NLWF throwing shots my way, I guess dude is a little bitter but yesterday on Twitter he decided to voice his opinions on how he felt about me and NLWF.
I think the homie mad because I was acknowledging the fact that he was trying to get a taste, but I don’t entertain thirsty ass dudes especially ones that look like Corey Casey, maybe he was just upset because I was making “small dick” jokes about him, I guess I hit a sensitive area.
I said it before and I’ll say it again, I’d accept Casey challenge anywhere but IWF, I wouldn’t dare step foot on IWF premises and not expect some sort of setup, I heard about you homie and the danger and drama you can cause, no matter what your history is with NLWF or how bad you think NLWF is, this my home and this where I represent.
And for the record Corey Casey, let me end my little acknowledgement about you with a couple more small dick jokes.
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, he stand next to a light switch all day and cry.
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, satisfying a woman is a “Mission Impossible.”
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, you could get your dick sucked through a crease in a lip.
Yo enough about Corey, I don’t want the homie thinking I want the “D” again, well the “D” he thinks he has.
King of the Throne is only a new beginning for me, another chapter in my life, another goal I have to accomplish to get where I need to be, my mind is set and nothing will stand in my way, not even some fucking Mitch McClure.
A familiar name, but yet when I sit back and think about dude, nothing comes to mind. Since being in NLWF what has he accomplished? I mean of course he’s tossed in a match every now and then, but at King of The Throne he was placed in a match with a dangerous man.
Let me set this straight, don’t get your hopes up Mitch because KOTT won’t be your night, its time to restart my career and sadly you will be the first victim of the MAFIA movement, but not only the MAFIA but the Cater movement, the fact I got rid of all that dead weight, all that stress makes me drive stronger, its make me want it more and more and when I want it so bad.
I go fucking insane.
The fact “Respect” is being attached to the match makes perfect sense, the respect I’m trying to gain back, the motivation and having the people believe that London Carter is not going anywhere.
I see gold in my fucking future!
The other day I had to be involved in this reunion bullshit, something NLWF set up because they knew having us all sit down on one stage and exposing secrets like that would not only bring them money, but more fame. Now y’all mutherfuckers making money off my personal shit but not cutting me no check.
Part 2 hasn’t aired nor has it been taped, but I’m sending that warning out Anthony, and unlike him, I speak his name and don’t hide that shit behind words. But I suggest you keep your mouth tight because the words and the lies you spill out your mouth can only get you into some dangerous shit.
Keep doubting, I want you to, because in the end I’ll be the last nigga laughing, and that goes to anyone who doubts this man.
NYC
London:
What?
The scene opens up inside London’s hotel room, London sits up in the chair, with his phone to his ear, he continues rolling the dutch up.
London:
I’m not even trying to hear that right now, the last time I tried to hell her, she stole $500 out of my bedroom and disappeared for a week.
London shakes his head as he listens to his father plead over the phone, asking for more money to help with the drug addiction that his mother is suffering from.
Jerome:
She is shaken up about the whole situation, she wants to better her life for herself and you.
London:
I’m grown as hell, that time is gone and she can never get back the child years she lost, she sees I got a little bit of money so now she all of sudden want to be in my life, and look at you man, you’ve been missing since I was like what, 17? but once you saw my face on TV you made yourself known.
Jerome:
Not true, I was always around when I was trying to fix my relationship with Brooklyn.
London:
After you saw we was making some money, but as your kids we let that shit slide and we let BOTH into our pockets, when you told me about Jade I wasn’t having it, but I found it my heart to forgive her and then I wanted to help her.
London looks over and out the window, wanting to shed a tear over his mother he takes the phone away from his ear.
London:
This is fucking bullshit.
London places the phone back to his ear.
London:
I’ll wire the fucking money in a few minutes, I’m busy right now and I’m tired of listening to your fucking sob story.
London hits the end key and tosses the phone at the end of the couch next to him, he sits back in the chair and presses the back of his head against the wall, letting out a deep sigh, he flicks the lighter and lights the dutch up.
Preview to MAFIA Reunion Part 2
Chante:
Wait a minute! You actually walked in on James and Brooklyn having sex.
Shark sits back and laughs while Brooklyn shakes her head, London looks down at the floor and then back up at Chante.
London:
Look it was something I didn’t want to see.
Chante:
So is the 12 inch really what it is?
London:
I wasn’t there long enough to see, that’s **BEEP** disgusting.
Chante:
I want to shift gears a little bit, we got a question from Billy in Oklahoma, and Billy writes: “London, there was a rumor going around that you were a paid escort which helped you pay for Law school.” I think I heard that also.
London:
It’s not true, I never needed to sell my body to make money.
Anthony busts out laughing.
Chante:
What’s funny?
Anthony:
Because this clown is sitting up lying on this stage, he wasn’t selling his body for money but yet he danced on a stage half naked and had **BEEP** throwing money at him on the stage, he trashy like his sister because that **BEEP** sat back and talked so bad about Loca stripping, but her **BEEP** was showing **BEEP** for money to.
London:
Yo, you don’t know what the **BEEP** you talking about.
Anthony:
And the last time we sat in confidence, you told me that you had this old white man supporting you also, the only thing you had to do was be his personal BOYTOY, like don’t sit up here and act like y’all came from money, because the way you got the money you have wasn’t all right.
Chante:
Any comments London?
London:
Anthony is bitter, that’s all it is.
Anthony:
Bitter over what, you a hoodrat **BEEP** mother **BEEP** that’s what it is, you **BEEP** for coins man, OWN UP!
London jumps out of his seat running towards Anthony’s direction as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up inside The Marriott hotel, the scene spans through the hotel showing the crowded lobby and all different rooms, the scene then fades inside of London’s hotel room, inside London is shown walking out of the bathroom, adjusting his clothes, he makes his way into the living room area where his friend Carlos was shown sitting.
London:
It kind of sucks that I can’t really talk about you much, I didn’t think I would go through this again especially after Anthony.
A cloud of smoke blows from the left side, Carlos takes a couple more hits of the blunt before passing it to London who was already sitting on the edge of the couch.
Carlos:
It just the fact that my family don’t know, I don’t expose it as much around them as I do to the other people closer to me, and plus you know how it is where we at, I’m feeling you and I’m real about that though, I’m not checking no other dudes out right now.
London:
I just don’t want to get played again, I’m tired of going through that shit.
Carlos:
That last dude was a fucking fool Lon, like dead that shit and let it rest, he fucked up and its time to move on from that shit.
London:
I have, I’m just guarded right now.
Carlos:
But I think you should at least tell your sister though, because I would like to meet her.
London:
I mean I’ll eventually tell her, but I think right now she has so much going on in her life right now and I don’t want to bother her about my personal life.
Carlos:
But with all the people supporting you, she does the most and I’m sure your sister would like to see you happy, I mean that’s just my opinion.
Carlos hands London the blunt again, but this time he moves in closer, he leans down placing his hands on London’s hips and moves in for a kiss, the two kiss for a few minutes before Carlos finally backs away.
Carlos:
When I first met you, you was dealing with that clown and I waited, because I knew you was in a difficult situation, but I rode with you because I knew you would smarten up.
London:
He would ask me why I was spending so much time in New York, but at the same time he was spending a lot of time in Compton with that girl.
Carlos:
Listen them problems are long gone now, this is where you need to be and right now you with me.
Its funny because it seems like I attract a lot of straight men, well the straight but curious men, or maybe just the men that are just plain confused and crazy who knows but I’ve known Carlos for a few months now, I met him back in December when I started classes again
It was nothing too crazy, we hung out a few times, but most of the times we only ran into each other during classes, I didn’t know Carlos was bi until he made a pass at me, one night we were out and I kind of just opened up to him about my situation with Anthony and that same night we kissed.
That shit was hot.
But it only put me in a situation where I was really confused, I didn’t know how to handle the situation and I was so into Anthony that I didn’t want to even look or worry about another nigga.
But that all changed now.
Carlos was different from Anthony though, different personality, different mindset, just a different person in general but I enjoyed being around him. He lived in NY while I still lived in Miami, well now LA since Brooklyn lives there now but I always made time to visit NY, especially when dealing with school.
No one knew about Carlos though, I didn’t want anyone to know because I wanted to see what could happen with us without all the extra bullshit, all the extra exposure. And Carlos kind of wanted to keep it a secret, only because he wasn’t ready to open up to his family about us, or about himself.
So at this time, I respected that.
Carlos:
So I guess you’ll be heading back to LA soon?
London:
I’m leaving tomorrow, but I should be back sometime in the next few weeks, my professor said I can email him some of my work and I have a couple events and shows to attend, but you know how we do, we can still skype and things.
Carlos:
I do enjoy the skype thing though, especially when you wear them underwear i like.
London:
I hate the fact you make me smile so much right now.
Carlos:
Do you think your family will like me when I meet them? You know I am kind of nervous about that.
London:
Nah, I’m sure Brooke will love you because I like you, I don’t plan on introducing you to many of my family though because I don’t know a lot of them myself, but I’m sure if you stick around long enough you’ll learn enough about me.
Carlos:
I got you homie.
The music in the background plays as the two sit back and blaze, a good feeling in the air as the scene fades to black.
Don’t underestimate the kid, I’ve said that many of times. I’ll admit these past few weeks haven’t been good for me, focusing on school and shit kind of had my mind all types of disarray.
I see people going back to the usual bash London, and not believe in London but that all was about to change and soon enough I would be back on top. When I lost the Freedom Championship, my whole ego and just attitude changed, I knew I would have to bring it harder because to get where I wanted to be would take work.
And then losing to Hart and his buttbuddy Jones made things worst, that match right there was another wake up call for me.
Battle Lines I destroyed though, I wasn’t letting my sister down, and I definitely wasn’t letting MAFIA down. It was time to shut some of them punks up and let them know that my whole team was about to take charge again.
Its funny because I even got people thats not even affiliated with NLWF throwing shots my way, I guess dude is a little bitter but yesterday on Twitter he decided to voice his opinions on how he felt about me and NLWF.
I think the homie mad because I was acknowledging the fact that he was trying to get a taste, but I don’t entertain thirsty ass dudes especially ones that look like Corey Casey, maybe he was just upset because I was making “small dick” jokes about him, I guess I hit a sensitive area.
I said it before and I’ll say it again, I’d accept Casey challenge anywhere but IWF, I wouldn’t dare step foot on IWF premises and not expect some sort of setup, I heard about you homie and the danger and drama you can cause, no matter what your history is with NLWF or how bad you think NLWF is, this my home and this where I represent.
And for the record Corey Casey, let me end my little acknowledgement about you with a couple more small dick jokes.
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, he stand next to a light switch all day and cry.
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, satisfying a woman is a “Mission Impossible.”
Yo Corey Casey dick so small, you could get your dick sucked through a crease in a lip.
Yo enough about Corey, I don’t want the homie thinking I want the “D” again, well the “D” he thinks he has.
King of the Throne is only a new beginning for me, another chapter in my life, another goal I have to accomplish to get where I need to be, my mind is set and nothing will stand in my way, not even some fucking Mitch McClure.
A familiar name, but yet when I sit back and think about dude, nothing comes to mind. Since being in NLWF what has he accomplished? I mean of course he’s tossed in a match every now and then, but at King of The Throne he was placed in a match with a dangerous man.
Let me set this straight, don’t get your hopes up Mitch because KOTT won’t be your night, its time to restart my career and sadly you will be the first victim of the MAFIA movement, but not only the MAFIA but the Cater movement, the fact I got rid of all that dead weight, all that stress makes me drive stronger, its make me want it more and more and when I want it so bad.
I go fucking insane.
The fact “Respect” is being attached to the match makes perfect sense, the respect I’m trying to gain back, the motivation and having the people believe that London Carter is not going anywhere.
I see gold in my fucking future!
The other day I had to be involved in this reunion bullshit, something NLWF set up because they knew having us all sit down on one stage and exposing secrets like that would not only bring them money, but more fame. Now y’all mutherfuckers making money off my personal shit but not cutting me no check.
Part 2 hasn’t aired nor has it been taped, but I’m sending that warning out Anthony, and unlike him, I speak his name and don’t hide that shit behind words. But I suggest you keep your mouth tight because the words and the lies you spill out your mouth can only get you into some dangerous shit.
Keep doubting, I want you to, because in the end I’ll be the last nigga laughing, and that goes to anyone who doubts this man.
NYC
London:
What?
The scene opens up inside London’s hotel room, London sits up in the chair, with his phone to his ear, he continues rolling the dutch up.
London:
I’m not even trying to hear that right now, the last time I tried to hell her, she stole $500 out of my bedroom and disappeared for a week.
London shakes his head as he listens to his father plead over the phone, asking for more money to help with the drug addiction that his mother is suffering from.
Jerome:
She is shaken up about the whole situation, she wants to better her life for herself and you.
London:
I’m grown as hell, that time is gone and she can never get back the child years she lost, she sees I got a little bit of money so now she all of sudden want to be in my life, and look at you man, you’ve been missing since I was like what, 17? but once you saw my face on TV you made yourself known.
Jerome:
Not true, I was always around when I was trying to fix my relationship with Brooklyn.
London:
After you saw we was making some money, but as your kids we let that shit slide and we let BOTH into our pockets, when you told me about Jade I wasn’t having it, but I found it my heart to forgive her and then I wanted to help her.
London looks over and out the window, wanting to shed a tear over his mother he takes the phone away from his ear.
London:
This is fucking bullshit.
London places the phone back to his ear.
London:
I’ll wire the fucking money in a few minutes, I’m busy right now and I’m tired of listening to your fucking sob story.
London hits the end key and tosses the phone at the end of the couch next to him, he sits back in the chair and presses the back of his head against the wall, letting out a deep sigh, he flicks the lighter and lights the dutch up.
Preview to MAFIA Reunion Part 2
Chante:
Wait a minute! You actually walked in on James and Brooklyn having sex.
Shark sits back and laughs while Brooklyn shakes her head, London looks down at the floor and then back up at Chante.
London:
Look it was something I didn’t want to see.
Chante:
So is the 12 inch really what it is?
London:
I wasn’t there long enough to see, that’s **BEEP** disgusting.
Chante:
I want to shift gears a little bit, we got a question from Billy in Oklahoma, and Billy writes: “London, there was a rumor going around that you were a paid escort which helped you pay for Law school.” I think I heard that also.
London:
It’s not true, I never needed to sell my body to make money.
Anthony busts out laughing.
Chante:
What’s funny?
Anthony:
Because this clown is sitting up lying on this stage, he wasn’t selling his body for money but yet he danced on a stage half naked and had **BEEP** throwing money at him on the stage, he trashy like his sister because that **BEEP** sat back and talked so bad about Loca stripping, but her **BEEP** was showing **BEEP** for money to.
London:
Yo, you don’t know what the **BEEP** you talking about.
Anthony:
And the last time we sat in confidence, you told me that you had this old white man supporting you also, the only thing you had to do was be his personal BOYTOY, like don’t sit up here and act like y’all came from money, because the way you got the money you have wasn’t all right.
Chante:
Any comments London?
London:
Anthony is bitter, that’s all it is.
Anthony:
Bitter over what, you a hoodrat **BEEP** mother **BEEP** that’s what it is, you **BEEP** for coins man, OWN UP!
London jumps out of his seat running towards Anthony’s direction as the scene fades to black.
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