C-Note

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@B-17 of course since it is the TRUE land of the free up here unlike a certain country who wants to monitor/restrict everythibg you do...

The screen flickers slightly, transitioning from footage of the brutal SummerCide Street Fight to the present: C-NOTE slouched in a deep velvet chair, shirtless, bruised ribs taped up, blunt in hand the size of a mic baton. A faint grimace crosses his face as he exhales a thick cloud, watching it curl upward like ghosts. A massive mirror sits across the room, catching the low glint of the sunset bleeding in through tall windows. C-Note shifts, catches a glimpse of himself—black eye, swollen cheek, slow nod... then... The mirror images twitches... glitches... changes. Reflected back now is Le Prince Mamon... the more feral, elegant, sadistic version of C-Note, dressed sharp in a dark regal suit with blood-red accents, hair slick, gold rings catching light. He leans forward from the reflection, grinning. LPM (sneering): Damn… look at you. My beautiful disaster. Ain’t you just the perfect little punching bag? You really let that mutt drag you through concrete like that? I felt every crack in your ribs like they were my own... and I enjoyed it. C-N (chuckling, pulling the blunt from his lips): Funny… you talk like pain don’t live in your kingdom. But last I checked, we wear the same crown, don’t we? The difference is—I earn mine. LPM: Don’t get cute. What you pulled the other night…tryin’ to recreate my magnificence… letting a fraud walk in my silhouette. That was almost unforgivable. C-N (leaning back, eyes squinted like he ain’t bothered): Man… I don’t know what you're talkin’ bout. Mamon stares for a long, cold beat. Both of them know C-Note is lying. But he doesn’t press, he warns. LPM: Your little miracle win at SummerCide? That was mercy. A stay of execution. But slip up once…and HE's gonna' let me off the leash. And when that happens? Ain’t no comebacks. Just carnage. C-Note smirks, finishing his pull, eyes locked with the mirror. C-N: Let HIM watch. Let YOU bark. He stands slowly, grimacing slightly in pain, but proud. C-N: I’m still HIS Money-Makin’ Messiah... Still OCW’s Saviour. And as long as I keep stackin’ up wins…you’ll stay my reflection. Now sit there and shine, puppet. Mamon's face twists in a slow, knowing smirk. The mirror glitches—flickers—and C-Note’s real reflection returns. He stares at it a moment, then turns and walks away as the blunt burns down to ash in the tray.

I got dog walked my first match and look at me now.... trust the process rook

@BASH time to pay your employees better so they can lvl up if they want to share my spotlight

Once I took it off at the special security checkpoint they had no problem with me after.

Why am i so using footsteps moving forward lol #inspiration

Production was fire on the show. Loving the new elements you added in

Yup

You can see how phony they are up close if you ever meet me in the ring... I'll have an extra "fresh" one for you champ