The Throne Room.

[Tre Golden]

The scene opens to a bright red neon sign that reads gentleman’s club. The camera pans back to reveal the big old brick building nestled in a dark corner of Harlem New York.

 

The camera enters the front door and a billow of smoke immediately exits, inside the club we can see degenerates and tough guys spending their hard earned money on Alcohol and the very beautiful women employed by the fine establishment.

 

The camera walks past the stage and the bar, past the restrooms and finally holding the shot on a closed door.

 

A sign on the door reads: Owner. The camera enters and Tre Golden is sitting at the big desk in the center of the room, legs crossed and perched on the desk. I’m his left hand is a half smoked blunt, still lit Behind him on the wall are The OCW Hardcore Championship belt flanked by the OCW Pride Championship belt.

 

He takes a long, hard drag of his blunt, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. His short moment of peace is soon broken up by his faithful employee Candy. Candy runs the bar, Candy is obviously a work name Typical midwestern girl, young, Brunette, farm girl. Doesn’t put up with anyone’s nonsense, the right kind of girl for Tre’s clientele.

 

Candy: Tre, you might want to come out front…

 

Golden: That’s Mr. Shogun to you.

 

Candy sighs, she rolls her eyes before continuing

 

Candy: Mr. Shogun, your Iceman friend is at the front, giving the girls a scare. Go tell him to chill out.

 

Tre nods at her and puts out his blunt and gets up to meet Nate Mac.

 

Mac: I was doin’ you a favor sweetheart, a chance to ride the IceMan Express, out of pity.

 

Mac laughs and meets Tre with a quick hand shake and homie hug. The two exchange inaudible words, both laughing.

 

Mac: CANDY! You’re givin me a heart attack, the kind I like, yeah! How’s it goin hun?

 

Mac blows her a kiss and smirks, and makes the motion for his regular beverage of choice and joins Tre at a booth.

 

Mac: Well, you know me, let’s get down to brass tacks Ya dig, what’s the word?

 

Golden: The word is Honor.

 

Golden places a black leather vest on the table and points at the patch on the back.

 

Golden: I want tenacious men to run with me, I want men who don't shy away from any fight,

 

Golden: I want homies that are willing to risk bodily harm, to make sure their opponent gets double theT punishment and never wants to step in your path again.

 

Golden: I want bad ass Motherfuckers who just want to put the fear of god in a man’s soul.

 

Golden: And then go cash his check, and flex.

 

Golden: We are in the pain business homie, and I don't want to sound cliche……. but business is booming

 

Golden: Whipping Harvey's ass paid for this club.

 

Golden: You drew me for your debut match, knew it for weeks. First time in the arena, you lay out Archer. Made a statement, I liked it.

 

Golden: You came at me in our match just like I told you to. You gave it your all and didn't back down an inch.

 

Golden: I'm betting on you having what it takes to be a great kid. But you have to keep the pace.

 

Mac picks up one of 3 shot glasses sitting in front of him, next to a frosty beer mug, slams the shot and places the shot glass back on the table.

 

Mac: Honor. See you know I dig that. The only problem I see is that there are so many who lack honor in OCW. Who else can we trust? We had a third who flaked, who can be trusted?

 

Mac slams another shot, and takes a big gulp from the frosted beer mug. He signals to Candy for another round for him and Tre.

 

Mac: I don’t mind smashing some faces, and breaking some bones to find someone, but if you have someone in mind, let’s talk business, dig it.

 

Golden: I got a real tough motherfucker, put a fool through a goddamn wall for looking at us the wrong way. Trust me homie is about that action, he's handling some business right now, but he'll link up with us real soon.

 

Golden: Now I have a certain Managment Golden boy to fuck up when the season pops off. But for now you and I have some planning to do.

 

Golden: CANDY! Bring me the whole bottle of Bombay and a gallon of orange juice. We have a long night ahead of us.

 

Tre and Mac both take a shot as the camera slowly creeps away from the duo and out the front door, where we can finally see the sign that bears the name of the club: Shogun’s Throne Room

 

The camera lingers on the sign as the scene fades to black.