Post by Mr. Enigma on Jul 10, 2013 0:08:20 GMT -4
How Did We Get Here? Pt.2: Check Mate!
Voice Over:
The lack and hate of discipline will only yield to more stubbornness and not enough time to adjust to life’s changes.
Smoke, cigars, a round table filled with money; these are all the elements of two worlds that at this appointed time would be on a collision course with dire consequences. This was also the image at a local club that Enigma owned in the city of Jacksonville that had recently came under scrutiny from within. Many of the dancers were beginning to complain of how they were being treated but not as one would think.
Stan:
[The head manager of the club sitting at the round table with friends playing spades in the back of the club]
I tell you one thing, these b***hes better have my money at the end of every night or else they can take their dirty little a**es somewhere else…I tell you THAT!
Lil’ J:
[One of Stan’s friends/non-employee]
Stan, I know we boys and all, but ah, you the manager here right?
Stan:
Yeah and?
Lil’ J:
Isn’t this club owned by now APW mega star Mr. Enigma? And from what I know and have experienced…[laughs] these are among the best girls in the nation.
Stan is not laughing.
Lil’ J:
What?
Enigmatic Voice Over:
It’s hard to find good help these days and just when you think you got a good thing going, someone you think at the least bit that has common sense turns out to not be very common themselves. KJE, surely you can understand that. You see, you are like Stan here, in the wrong place and state of mind at the wrong time. Come Sunday, what Enigma will add to the Suicidal Championship will be the validation that you as that current title holder have lacked in both frame of mind and frame of presence. You may hold the title KJE, but it has become apparent that you have missed the point of making the title relevant in APW as a champion. In other words KJE, your title is not worth the mere feet that God has given you to stand on. Need I be plainer KJE, like Stan, your title is just that, a title without distinction! When Enigma comes to town, on Sunday, do him a favor and commit suicide and make this process easier for the new Champion and bring hell on earth for yourself a little sooner than later. But if you must, Enigma will be more than willing to gratify his own insistence of dignity.
Stan:
[Slamming his cards down on the table]
So now all of a sudden you holding Enigma’s dick now. You know what, let’s just pop in your latest sex tape of your sucking his dick because as of right now, you acting like his Lil’ B Lil’ J!
Lil’ J:
Hold up Stan, what’s got you bugging tonight?
Stan:
You know what Lil’ J, I think that it’s time for you to leave. NOW!
Lil’ J:
Really? So it’s like that?
Stan:
Yeah, it’s like that!
Lil’ J:
Looks like your girls are right after all.
Stan:
[Standing up in a way of authority and revealing his gun in the front of his pants]
Say what?
Lil’ J:
You know what, I see how much our friendship is. I guess success took over where common sense was forgotten.
Lil’ J leaves without fear of what Stan would do given that he knew it would be too much commotion if he actually shot him. Lil’ J then texted Enigma as to what was going on and also told him about how Stan was recently treating some of his best girls in the strip club that had brought Enigma national and global notoriety. Back at his home at “The Tower”, Enigma was having his own downtime at a round table in a room filled with smoke with many of his Jamaican friends as Enigma sat at the table shirtless playing his own had of spades.
Voice Over:
A leader of good judgment gives stability; an exploiting leader leaves a trail of waste.
Enigma sees his text message. Immediately Enigma shares the information with his friends as they give him that look and both Enigma and his Jamaican friends knew what the next move would be.
Enigma:
Let’s call it a night fellas, got to take care of a little business.
One Jamaican Friend:
Meet us at the spot in an hour.
Enigma:
Indeed!
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Just like a good break to the bathroom KJE, it’s never too late nor too much to take care of business even it if means getting your hands a little dirty in the process. But I guess in your case, like the little tramp of trash that you are, you won’t mind Enigma saying it that way being that in your case, he will only be putting you in the proper place by taking you to the stalls followed by a good flush and polishing up the Suicidal Championship with an addition of the prestige that you have failed to add as you stand in your own fallacies of filth. Enigma makes impressions while you KJE, you make pictures of failed flaws soon to be all but forgotten.
Enigma takes the elevator to his penthouse suite of his duel business and home from the basement. As Red, who is laying across the bed sees that he has a look of seriousness, she contemplates what was going on.
Red:
Want to come and lay down.
Enigma:
No. Got to take care of a little business.
Red:
What’s wrong now?
Enigma:
Got a text from an old partner of mind saying that Stan has been treating some of my girls with a little disrespect and so time to intercede on some of their behalf and possibly give those famous words…YOU’RE FIRED!
Red:
Alright Vince! Look, let AK handle it.
Enigma:
[Tossing on his white shoes and white shirt and jacket to match as he is still puffing on his cigar]
Nah, I think I have tried to Mr. Nice guy far too long. If you remember, I dealt with this once and now, this time, I’m going to be a little firmer than before and make sure that next time I hire a more qualified manager of my clubs.
Red:
[Sigh]
Don’t you get tired of this scandalous lifestyle? Let someone else handle it.
Enigma:
[Gives her a look of confusion]
Seriously?
Voice Over:
Evil people fall into their own traps.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Have you ever danced with a devil KJE? Sunday, maybe you might want to go to church because once you step into that ring, God, he won’t be able to save you. Once you climb through those ring ropes, look into my eyes, and contemplate your fate and Enigma’s destiny, life and its reality will be too late for you to try to understand. Because once the bell sounds, pain begins, torture will be relentless, and torment will not stop. Even if you beg for mercy, it will not be given and Enigma will know no amount of grace. Prayer will be too late and blood with be the thirst that drives the demon that will eventually leave you unconscious as the fans consider if you are even alive.
Enigma grabs his shades even though it is now at midnight and to the reluctance of his fiancé Red, he acts as if he completely ignores her wishes and shuts the door behind him. Enigma then exits the elevator as the butler at the desk looks on.
Night Butler:
Having another late night out are we?
Enigma:
Indeed Alfred.
Alfred:
Taking the Lamborghini?
Enigma:
Don’t wait up for me Alfred but nah, I’m meeting some friends tonight.
Voice Over:
A fool lets it all hand out.
Just as Enigma walks out of the front door, he is greeted by his Jamaican friends in their limo. Enigma gets in and he and his old friends listen to the following on their way to destiny as Enigma gets his frame of mind into the proper mood of at least what and where he thinks he needs to be before arrival.
Once Enigma and his boys arrive, smoke fills the air as the limo door opens. A few of the other Jamaican’s step out first followed by Enigma. As soon as Enigma steps out, rather than going through the back as usual, he goes straight through the front door because this time, he wants everyone to know he is walking through the door and that he means business. As the line of those waiting to get in see Enigma, they erupt in awe as Enigma is rarely seen at the club especially going through the front door.
Voice Over:
When a leader listens to malicious gossip, al the workers get infected with evil; with the exception of the presence of a cure.
Enigma walks through the crowds as immediately as some of the girls on stage see that he is in the place, what appears as just their job turns into pure passion on stage. They know something is up and they show just how much they like it without saying a word.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Whether it’s a small window or the doors to the cathedral KJE, when we get to Raab-A-Mania there will be no mistake, there will be no confusion, and there will be no questions when Enigma leaves the ring the new Suicidal Heavyweight Champion! And you think Enigma is going to stop at you and one mere title win. No…you will serve as a mere stepping stone on a road to distinguishing a path turned into a major highway to the top for Enigma. Where you have been misguided and like a shadow among the trees, Enigma will bring to the Suicidal Championship the root that holds up the forest and the rain that makes it all grow. You may have been hot for the moment KJE, but Enigma will serve as the sun which bares the heat upon your now dried out land of replaceable thoughts. Run to you friends, get your ego stroked, but at the end of the day, Enigma will need no friends and could care less about his ego or yours. When it is all said and done, count’em because 1, 2, 3…followed by the bell will be the last thing you hear in defeat and even after than Enigma will then satisfy his urge with your utter shame.
Voice Over:
Leadership gains authority and respect when the voiceless are treated fairly but when they are not, the opposite becomes the prevalent reality of them all.
Enigma walks to the back and to Stan’s surprise, he and his remaining three friends look up in surprise to Enigma’s arrival. Enigma gives a look and instantly his Jamaican friends rough up Stan’s remaining three friends and shove them out the back door. Stan is not touched at all as he is left speechless sitting at the table as his second cigar falls out of his mouth to the floor. Enigma smashes it out under his feet. Enigma then sites across from Stan. One of his friends then puts a full scale chess board on the table.
Enigma:
Know how to play chess Stan?
Stan:
[Speechless shaking his head signaling no]
Enigma:
You see Stan, I have this match this week and it is a rather important one against a rather trashy tramp that goes by KJE. But in al familiarity, you see, like her, like all of APW, you underestimated Enigma. You see, this was supposed to be for the team. All I ask you to do is run my business, make you a decent living as they say, I guess common sense isn’t always common. You see my friends standing behind you Stan?
Stan then looks behind himself at the dreaded Jamaicans but as he turns back to Enigma, Enigma had already grabbed the chess board made of glass and cracked Stan right in the temple with it. As Stan now lay on the floor knocked out, Enigma stands over him as one of his boys hands him a cigar.
Enigma:
Check mate bi**h! And just like that, so will the same come to KJE. Take that as your effective immediately termination card and get this bi**h out of my business!
As his friends take out the trash, Lil’ J comes back in as Enigma gives him a smirk almost as if this were part of a much larger plan.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Good people can’t stand the sight of deliberate evil. In the same vein, KJE, Enigma will bring swift and deliberate evil on Sunday. Ready or not, there will be no justice and there will be no peace, but when it is all said and done, know this. The world created the monster, but now, Enigma is the one in control of the beast. You see KJE, this is about the rules….Enigma’s rules and in his rules there are no feelings; just pain, torment, and his personal pleasure to bring you to a higher place threshold of understanding…his understanding. There will be a murder of massive fallacies of thought, death of a wannabe icon, and the overkill of total necessary proportions. Welcome KJE to you new hell…and its name is Mr. Enigma. Life will go on; it just won’t be yours. How did we get here KJE? That is the question…where Enigma goes from here…that is the definitive answer!
Voice Over:
The lack and hate of discipline will only yield to more stubbornness and not enough time to adjust to life’s changes.
Smoke, cigars, a round table filled with money; these are all the elements of two worlds that at this appointed time would be on a collision course with dire consequences. This was also the image at a local club that Enigma owned in the city of Jacksonville that had recently came under scrutiny from within. Many of the dancers were beginning to complain of how they were being treated but not as one would think.
Stan:
[The head manager of the club sitting at the round table with friends playing spades in the back of the club]
I tell you one thing, these b***hes better have my money at the end of every night or else they can take their dirty little a**es somewhere else…I tell you THAT!
Lil’ J:
[One of Stan’s friends/non-employee]
Stan, I know we boys and all, but ah, you the manager here right?
Stan:
Yeah and?
Lil’ J:
Isn’t this club owned by now APW mega star Mr. Enigma? And from what I know and have experienced…[laughs] these are among the best girls in the nation.
Stan is not laughing.
Lil’ J:
What?
Enigmatic Voice Over:
It’s hard to find good help these days and just when you think you got a good thing going, someone you think at the least bit that has common sense turns out to not be very common themselves. KJE, surely you can understand that. You see, you are like Stan here, in the wrong place and state of mind at the wrong time. Come Sunday, what Enigma will add to the Suicidal Championship will be the validation that you as that current title holder have lacked in both frame of mind and frame of presence. You may hold the title KJE, but it has become apparent that you have missed the point of making the title relevant in APW as a champion. In other words KJE, your title is not worth the mere feet that God has given you to stand on. Need I be plainer KJE, like Stan, your title is just that, a title without distinction! When Enigma comes to town, on Sunday, do him a favor and commit suicide and make this process easier for the new Champion and bring hell on earth for yourself a little sooner than later. But if you must, Enigma will be more than willing to gratify his own insistence of dignity.
Stan:
[Slamming his cards down on the table]
So now all of a sudden you holding Enigma’s dick now. You know what, let’s just pop in your latest sex tape of your sucking his dick because as of right now, you acting like his Lil’ B Lil’ J!
Lil’ J:
Hold up Stan, what’s got you bugging tonight?
Stan:
You know what Lil’ J, I think that it’s time for you to leave. NOW!
Lil’ J:
Really? So it’s like that?
Stan:
Yeah, it’s like that!
Lil’ J:
Looks like your girls are right after all.
Stan:
[Standing up in a way of authority and revealing his gun in the front of his pants]
Say what?
Lil’ J:
You know what, I see how much our friendship is. I guess success took over where common sense was forgotten.
Lil’ J leaves without fear of what Stan would do given that he knew it would be too much commotion if he actually shot him. Lil’ J then texted Enigma as to what was going on and also told him about how Stan was recently treating some of his best girls in the strip club that had brought Enigma national and global notoriety. Back at his home at “The Tower”, Enigma was having his own downtime at a round table in a room filled with smoke with many of his Jamaican friends as Enigma sat at the table shirtless playing his own had of spades.
Voice Over:
A leader of good judgment gives stability; an exploiting leader leaves a trail of waste.
Enigma sees his text message. Immediately Enigma shares the information with his friends as they give him that look and both Enigma and his Jamaican friends knew what the next move would be.
Enigma:
Let’s call it a night fellas, got to take care of a little business.
One Jamaican Friend:
Meet us at the spot in an hour.
Enigma:
Indeed!
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Just like a good break to the bathroom KJE, it’s never too late nor too much to take care of business even it if means getting your hands a little dirty in the process. But I guess in your case, like the little tramp of trash that you are, you won’t mind Enigma saying it that way being that in your case, he will only be putting you in the proper place by taking you to the stalls followed by a good flush and polishing up the Suicidal Championship with an addition of the prestige that you have failed to add as you stand in your own fallacies of filth. Enigma makes impressions while you KJE, you make pictures of failed flaws soon to be all but forgotten.
Enigma takes the elevator to his penthouse suite of his duel business and home from the basement. As Red, who is laying across the bed sees that he has a look of seriousness, she contemplates what was going on.
Red:
Want to come and lay down.
Enigma:
No. Got to take care of a little business.
Red:
What’s wrong now?
Enigma:
Got a text from an old partner of mind saying that Stan has been treating some of my girls with a little disrespect and so time to intercede on some of their behalf and possibly give those famous words…YOU’RE FIRED!
Red:
Alright Vince! Look, let AK handle it.
Enigma:
[Tossing on his white shoes and white shirt and jacket to match as he is still puffing on his cigar]
Nah, I think I have tried to Mr. Nice guy far too long. If you remember, I dealt with this once and now, this time, I’m going to be a little firmer than before and make sure that next time I hire a more qualified manager of my clubs.
Red:
[Sigh]
Don’t you get tired of this scandalous lifestyle? Let someone else handle it.
Enigma:
[Gives her a look of confusion]
Seriously?
Voice Over:
Evil people fall into their own traps.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Have you ever danced with a devil KJE? Sunday, maybe you might want to go to church because once you step into that ring, God, he won’t be able to save you. Once you climb through those ring ropes, look into my eyes, and contemplate your fate and Enigma’s destiny, life and its reality will be too late for you to try to understand. Because once the bell sounds, pain begins, torture will be relentless, and torment will not stop. Even if you beg for mercy, it will not be given and Enigma will know no amount of grace. Prayer will be too late and blood with be the thirst that drives the demon that will eventually leave you unconscious as the fans consider if you are even alive.
Enigma grabs his shades even though it is now at midnight and to the reluctance of his fiancé Red, he acts as if he completely ignores her wishes and shuts the door behind him. Enigma then exits the elevator as the butler at the desk looks on.
Night Butler:
Having another late night out are we?
Enigma:
Indeed Alfred.
Alfred:
Taking the Lamborghini?
Enigma:
Don’t wait up for me Alfred but nah, I’m meeting some friends tonight.
Voice Over:
A fool lets it all hand out.
Just as Enigma walks out of the front door, he is greeted by his Jamaican friends in their limo. Enigma gets in and he and his old friends listen to the following on their way to destiny as Enigma gets his frame of mind into the proper mood of at least what and where he thinks he needs to be before arrival.
Once Enigma and his boys arrive, smoke fills the air as the limo door opens. A few of the other Jamaican’s step out first followed by Enigma. As soon as Enigma steps out, rather than going through the back as usual, he goes straight through the front door because this time, he wants everyone to know he is walking through the door and that he means business. As the line of those waiting to get in see Enigma, they erupt in awe as Enigma is rarely seen at the club especially going through the front door.
Voice Over:
When a leader listens to malicious gossip, al the workers get infected with evil; with the exception of the presence of a cure.
Enigma walks through the crowds as immediately as some of the girls on stage see that he is in the place, what appears as just their job turns into pure passion on stage. They know something is up and they show just how much they like it without saying a word.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Whether it’s a small window or the doors to the cathedral KJE, when we get to Raab-A-Mania there will be no mistake, there will be no confusion, and there will be no questions when Enigma leaves the ring the new Suicidal Heavyweight Champion! And you think Enigma is going to stop at you and one mere title win. No…you will serve as a mere stepping stone on a road to distinguishing a path turned into a major highway to the top for Enigma. Where you have been misguided and like a shadow among the trees, Enigma will bring to the Suicidal Championship the root that holds up the forest and the rain that makes it all grow. You may have been hot for the moment KJE, but Enigma will serve as the sun which bares the heat upon your now dried out land of replaceable thoughts. Run to you friends, get your ego stroked, but at the end of the day, Enigma will need no friends and could care less about his ego or yours. When it is all said and done, count’em because 1, 2, 3…followed by the bell will be the last thing you hear in defeat and even after than Enigma will then satisfy his urge with your utter shame.
Voice Over:
Leadership gains authority and respect when the voiceless are treated fairly but when they are not, the opposite becomes the prevalent reality of them all.
Enigma walks to the back and to Stan’s surprise, he and his remaining three friends look up in surprise to Enigma’s arrival. Enigma gives a look and instantly his Jamaican friends rough up Stan’s remaining three friends and shove them out the back door. Stan is not touched at all as he is left speechless sitting at the table as his second cigar falls out of his mouth to the floor. Enigma smashes it out under his feet. Enigma then sites across from Stan. One of his friends then puts a full scale chess board on the table.
Enigma:
Know how to play chess Stan?
Stan:
[Speechless shaking his head signaling no]
Enigma:
You see Stan, I have this match this week and it is a rather important one against a rather trashy tramp that goes by KJE. But in al familiarity, you see, like her, like all of APW, you underestimated Enigma. You see, this was supposed to be for the team. All I ask you to do is run my business, make you a decent living as they say, I guess common sense isn’t always common. You see my friends standing behind you Stan?
Stan then looks behind himself at the dreaded Jamaicans but as he turns back to Enigma, Enigma had already grabbed the chess board made of glass and cracked Stan right in the temple with it. As Stan now lay on the floor knocked out, Enigma stands over him as one of his boys hands him a cigar.
Enigma:
Check mate bi**h! And just like that, so will the same come to KJE. Take that as your effective immediately termination card and get this bi**h out of my business!
As his friends take out the trash, Lil’ J comes back in as Enigma gives him a smirk almost as if this were part of a much larger plan.
Enigmatic Voice Over:
Good people can’t stand the sight of deliberate evil. In the same vein, KJE, Enigma will bring swift and deliberate evil on Sunday. Ready or not, there will be no justice and there will be no peace, but when it is all said and done, know this. The world created the monster, but now, Enigma is the one in control of the beast. You see KJE, this is about the rules….Enigma’s rules and in his rules there are no feelings; just pain, torment, and his personal pleasure to bring you to a higher place threshold of understanding…his understanding. There will be a murder of massive fallacies of thought, death of a wannabe icon, and the overkill of total necessary proportions. Welcome KJE to you new hell…and its name is Mr. Enigma. Life will go on; it just won’t be yours. How did we get here KJE? That is the question…where Enigma goes from here…that is the definitive answer!
