(Soup Bone`s bodyguard steps from behind the curtain first)

Two Time Super Middle Champ in tha buildin!

Raise UP!!


(crowd stands and POPS)

(Sloan enters in a black suit with a red shirt and red wing tips)


I`m that nigga.

Soak me in.......yeeeeaaaahhhh....sharp, ain`t it...


(the crowd starts to settle down and approves)


Roy Jones. I owe you. You see what I do to people I owe...Pascal will never be the same...frankly....I`m surprised he didn`t up and die on the spot...God rest your Soul, brova Maussa............

Anyway......Jones...you see this right hand here?...(raises his namesake, his soupbonelike right fist, showcases it to the crowd, the crowd ooooos and ahhhhhs)....and you think YOU bring DRAMA?...

THIS right here....THIS....is ALLLLLL the drama....I`mma knock yo ass out and fuck yo momma....you lookin` at The Dalai Lama of fuckin` BOMBS, bruh...

Peace.

Ay yo Sloan! You know who I am, I`m RJJ, bitch! World Champion boxer, platinum selling record artist! You made a mistake choosing me homie! I`m busting you up! WASSUP PENSACOLA!

*Puts on shades, tilts Nike Jordan cap, and starts playing his platinum selling CD "Round One"*

Sloan, critics say this CD is trash, they say RJ ain't got no mic skills! What I do have is ring skills, homie, and you will get beatdown! Like Nas, I am half man half amazing! You saw what I did to all them bums I been fighting recently! I'm a special talent baby!

Jr. is obviously tired. He has his left eye swollen shut. He has his right eye badly swollen. He has a serious cut over his left eye. He has a broken jaw.