The scene opens to Stacey Clark standing outside a locker room after a few seconds the door swings open and The Shogun of Harlem, Tre Golden exits.

 

SC: Tre if I could get a few words….

 

Tre presses his index finger to Stacey’s lips leaving her perplexed.

 

Golden: Stop right there, I already know what you're here for.

 

Golden: Justin Jehst… decided to grow some hair on his chin and now he thinks he's a man.

 

Golden: To clear the air, I didn't not attend King of OCW. I'm not a spectator, I'm a competitor.

 

Golden: The mere fact that I wasn't selected with my resume was ludicrous. And I refused to demean myself.

 

Golden: I did hear the man I handed the World Championship To…. submitted in the first round.

 

Tre lets out a big mocking laugh

 

Golden: Hilarious.

 

Golden: To address the delusional Mr. Jehst. You know where I am, I don't hide from any man. But I've had to come find you over and over again.

 

Golden: Where I'm from, if you have a problem with someone you find them to settle it.

 

Golden: But all he does is talk, too much talking in this company and not enough action.

 

Golden: But I see now that's how you get opportunities, Management wants you to shuck and jive. Walk around in a fucking Neon suit and spout some nonsense and you get world championship matches, match with legends.

 

Tre mimes the dancing and ridiculousness of Jehst.

 

Golden: that shit right there… That's pathetic.

 

Golden: Justin, buddy, I know you're not all there in the head but to threaten me with weapons? Of all people, ask Harvey you don't want any of that smoke. Check out the burns I left on baby boy Watts.

 

Golden: Bring a bat, bring a chair if you feel the need. Bring a goddamn knife to the ring.

 

Golden: Because I promise you… I'd still Kill you.

 

Golden: Ball is in your court homie.

 

tre turns to stacey and gives a cold stare.

 

Golden: Is that enough words for you Stacey?

 

Stacey nods.

 

Golden: Good.. now get your narrow ass out of here. I have a Blunt that's calling my name.

 

Tre walks out of frame as the scene fades to black.

My favorite part is “now get your narrow ass outta here” hahaha, I haven’t heard that one in a while, nicely done