MYSTERY OPEN CHALLENGE
DRAGANA CESAR
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A man leaves a nightclub. He has a good build, appears to be in his early 20s, and is wearing snug-fitting designer clothing with a couple of gorgeous women clinging to his arms.
On his way out, he nods to the security guard.
Security: Enjoy your evening, sir.
He smiles slyly at him.
?: Oh, you know I will.
He winks at the girl to his left and she giggles in response.
?: Why don't you ladies wait here while I go get the car so that we can continue the party at my house.
They both nod before the man heads off to the parking lot not too far from the club.
He pulls a key fob from his pockets as a few cars are still parked in the lot.
A stunning Audi A7 engine turns on a few rows away after he presses a button on the fob.
Another car's engine starts not too far away as he makes his way over to the car while lost in thought about what he will do to his lovely lady friends.
The sound of tires screeching stops the man in his tracks as he is about to open the driver's side door of his car.
He looks up just in time to see a black SUV barreling down on him at top speed. Despite being slightly inebriated, he hops out of the way of the oncoming car by tumbling over the hood onto the passenger side. The SUV accelerates away after scraping the driver's side and ripping off the side mirror.
?: What the f**k was that!
The man yells after the car.
?: Do you know who I am? I will find you and put you in the ground you mother f**ker
Another man quickly walked over to the man as he was getting up off the ground.
Man: Are you alright? I saw everything and I think you should report a hit-and-run to the police.
The stranger offers the man a helping hand to get him up off the ground, but the man rejects the offer.
?: Naw that’s cool. I don’t really deal with the cops like that.
The man stands up brushing off himself.
?: But if you did get the plate number that would help…
As he looks up his eyes lock on the gun in the stranger's hand.
Man: Spoken like a true roadman.
The man doesn’t respond.
Man: You had to know this was coming. You and your crew been making waves in the 6ix upsetting the delicate balance that others have worked so hard to establish.
He doesn't say anything other than to shift his attention from the side arm to the man's face. His eyes ablaze with rage.
Man: You can glare at me all you want but this is your own fault. Those who get caught slipping in these streets get buried in these streets.
As the stranger finishes his last line the man lounges at him but it is too late. The stranger pulls the trigger the last thing the man hears is a shot before feeling a searing pain in his chest.
The man falls to his back quickly losing consciousness. The stranger stands over him saying something that he can’t make out. As he fades away knowing that more shots will come all he could think was… you done did it now. Be ready for the pain homie.
Trainer: Yo C., You good?
The man comes out of his daze. Recalling the terrifying night when he came dangerously close to dying. He looks around to where he is now sitting in his personal gym, his trainer is watching him with some concern.
?: Yeah man, I'm Gucci. Just had a long night and these 4 am training sessions ain’t easy.
Trainer: Hey, you said you wanted me to make this as difficult as possible to get you in fighting shape.
?: Damn right. I ain’t paying you to take it easy on me so let's get back to it.
The two are discussing the next stage of their training regimen as the scene fades.
MEAT!
MARK REESE vs. WREX