[J MONT] Doubt Me? You are a fuckin Moron! [CCPE ENT.]

By: Joe Montuori

Writing Prompt: Yes

Date: 1st Apr 2022

“The TRUTH will set you FREE, unless you are GUILTY.”

[There has been so much going on in the life of J Mont lately, that not even the paparazzi can keep up with him anymore. May 2nd at midnight, his current FIGHT contract expires. And no one knows how close he is to resigning or jumping ship to a rival promotion, or maybe even starting his own with the money he has. But one thing is for certain, he has not let that stop him from putting on A plus matches and doing what he always does. PRODUCING and SHOWING UP. Can’t say the same for others. But that’s not the only thing going on in his life at the current moment. He is also fighting with his current Fiancee Mia and some crazy ass woman from Miami, claiming he is the father of a 3 year old daughter. And let’s not forget Mia is pregnant with his baby as well. So, does he really have a daughter and a baby on the way? J Mont has been stating since day 1, that the girl is not his and Mia’s is the only baby he’s ever had. But there have been some strong pictures and documentation to make everyone think otherwise. Even that BITCH Michelle started a FUNDS account at the Velvet Rabbit for the little girl because she feels bad for her. And to top things off, Monday April 4th, J Mont is in the Main Event with the Empire Champion Dickie Watson.]

[With all of this going on, how can he FOCUS? One of J Mont’s favorite words to use. Thankfully, with the help of Chris Page, Austin and Todrick Ramsey, Vhodka and Vincent Black, he has been able to get things done and work on getting his life back on track. Sometimes you need to take a few steps back to re-evaluate everything in front of you, but once you do, you keep moving forward. J Mont slowly has been putting his jigsaw puzzle of a life back together, one piece at a time. Some pieces haven’t been fitting right, and that’s where he has been regrouping and thinking of how he can fix it. And the biggest thing he has been working on fixing is his relationship with Mia. She has moved out and basically blocked him on all social media aspects and may return a text or 2. But when you are persistent, it eventually pays off. Because Mia finally responded to a tweet that she would meet up with J Mont and talk briefly about everything going on. That is a step in the right direction, some would say. Also, the persistence of asking for a match with Dickie Watson for months now has finally happened. Maybe J Mont has found a way to always get what he wants. Just keep talking shit and asking, and eventually it will happen. With Dickie coming up, J Mont knew he had to figure this stuff out with Mia because he knows going into this match, he needs to be 100 percent FOCUSed and not having his mind all over the place. He’s been there and done that with the whole Manhattan Title Match with Todrick when he lost. Allison and Mia were on his mind and he made one mistake that cost him the match and title. This time around with Dickie Watson, it will be different and one of the main reasons for this will be Chris Page. Watch and learn.]

[And with that, the time has come for J Mont to finally see Mia after all this time. Mia is expecting J Mont to come by Vhodka’s place to just talk outside but you know that’s not J Mont’s style. He has to do this big because he needs to FIX this and show MIA she is all he wants and needs. A plan is in place and it’s going to work. Well J Mont thinks it will.]

“I Miss You in ways that not even words can understand.”

[A Mulsanne Grand Limousine is seen pulling up to the building belonging to Vincent and Vhodka Black that sits across from Central Park. This limo is completely blacked out. Black exterior. Black custom wheels. Windows tinted. You can only imagine what the inside would look like. And if things go well, maybe then you will get the inside sneak peek of how luxurious it is inside. But for now, the limo has parked in the front of the building, taking up most of the side of the road. And that is because the Mulsanne is the longest built limousine in the market today. And after a few seconds of it just sitting there, you can see the driver’s door open up and what do you know.]

SHAQUILLE OATMEAL

[The man is back in action. He truly must be getting paid very well to be dealing with J Mont on a regular basis. He takes his time walking around this football field of a limo. When he finally makes it around, he opens the back door and the main attraction is here. Yes, it’s J Mont. And you know he had to dress up for this occasion. Wearing his custom Secret Circus Jeans which have diamonds sewn into the back pockets and zipper area. And guess what? Who would spend a million dollars on a custom pair of jeans? The man standing in the front of Vhodka’s building, that’s who. But you know he can’t stop there either. He has on as well a Eton’s 80th Anniversary dress shirt, which is made with fine Egyptian cotton and dozens of diamonds on the cufflinks. Great way to spend 45K. J Mont is on fire tonight. He is a man on a mission. But, that’s not all. Testoni dress shoes on his feet to top this amazing ensemble off. Some fine Italian craftsmanship there and only cost around 30k. Now standing there looking like an Italian GOD, he looks over to Shaquille.]

J Mont: You ready?

Shaquille Oatmeal: The question is. Are you ready?

J Mont: More than anyone will ever know.

Shaquille Oatmeal: I guess that’s my cue to get Mia.

J Mont: Yes. And if you have to carry her over your shoulder like you are saving her from a fire to get her here, then so be it. I need to talk to her.

[Shaquille laughs at the comment and makes his way towards the building. He really hoped she was down for going down to the limo to meet up with JMont. He didn’t think she would be pleased if he did hike her up over his shoulder. Plus he didn’t really want to get beat up by a pregnant woman. When the elevator doors opened on the floor Mia was staying on, Shaq walked down to the door and… ]

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[On the other side of the door, Mia gave herself a final look over in the mirror before she put a smile on her face and opened the door. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and white sweater with a pair of black Chucks.]

Mia: Hello, Jo– [When she realized that she was looking into the midsection of someone who was not Joe, she slowly looked up.] Oh, Shaq, you’re not who I was expecting.

Shaquille Oatmeal: The man you are expecting is waiting outside of the limo for you. I was sent here to bring you to him safely and to make sure you both get your alone time for conversation.

Mia: And he’s aware that we’d be alone up here in my apartment, right?

Shaquille Oatmeal: Mia, I do not want to get into an argument with you. I was just told to come get you so he can talk to you and I’m sure he has his reasons for not doing it in your apartment.

Mia: Yeah, yeah. [She said as she grabbed a coat from the rack behind the door.] He just wants to have the home court advantage. In my apartment, I can throw him out.

Shaquille Oatmeal: Being a basketball fan, I do know home court advantage does come in handy but doesn’t mean you are going to win. Just talk with him please. I’m tired of hearing him mope around and sound like a deflated Boyz 2 Men singer.

Mia: The suffering you must be going through. [She joked as she stepped out into the hallway and closed the door. As they made their way to the elevator she gave Shaq a sideways look.] Is he really moping?

Shaquille Oatmeal: He had me playing love songs the whole Limo ride here. [Shaquille just realized he blew part of the surprise by saying that and tries to change the subject quickly.] New Edition, Usher, Jon B and so on.

Mia: Limo? [She shook her head as they got on the elevator. Within a few minutes they are downstairs and Shaq is holding the door open for her to step outside. Once outside, she could do nothing but shake her head as she tried to conceal a smile. It might not be a lobby full of roses, but it was a great start.] Oh, boy..

[J Mont sees Mia and his face lights up like a kid getting a PS5 for Christmas. He quickly walks towards her with a huge smile on his face, and he opens his arms towards her to give her a huge hug. But, that doesn’t happen. Mia stops him in his tracks and looks right into his face.]

Mia: You said talk. Nothing about hugging.

J Mont: [Checking out Mia for a minute and really missing her wearing those Yoga pants around the house with that Georgia Peach Ass.] Baby, it’s just been a long time and I miss you and want you back home with me. As Sisqo said in his song. Without you, I’m INCOMPLETE.

Mia: Do you really want to do this right here? [She looked around at the people who were walking down the sidewalk passing them, looking at the limo and them.]

J Mont: I don’t care who is watching, who is listening or what they think. All I care about is having you back in my life and you need to trust and believe me. [J Mont notices the man who was walking with his wife stop and turn around because the voice of J Mont got kind of loud.] It’s in your best interest sir to turn back around, hold your wife’s hand and keep walking.

Mia: Joe! [Mia looked at him, shocked, but also not shocked. She looked at the man and his wife and put a smile on her face.] Ignore him, he’s having a bad day. [She turned Joe around and pushed him to the limo, her voice now low enough so only her and Shaq can hear.] Are you out of your damned mind? Last thing you need right now is to cop a charge and get thrown in jail. And don’t try saying anything about this being New York and being your town, that shit’s going to blow up on you one day.

J Mont: [Gathers his thoughts for a minute before speaking.] So you can smile for strangers, but can’t smile for the man that is the father to OUR baby. How am I supposed to feel Mia? I’m here trying to save our relationship. Our future. I’m not going anywhere. And like you just stated, this is my CITY. The only thing that’s going to blow up around here is maybe the FIGHT TOWER again. But, not getting side tracked. How are you feeling? When is the next Dr’s appointment? Is Vhodka and Vincent pissed at me for having you staying here? And if you don’t know, i apologized in person to VooDoo and paid the tab for the damages at the Rabbit.

Mia: I am not doing this out here in public, Joe. Get in the limo. [Joe grabbed the door before Shaq could and waved him away. Mia got in the limo first and Joe followed her in and closed the door.] I smiled because I was trying to put him at ease and not call the police on the crazy man who was threatening him. [She paused for a moment.] The baby is fine. My next doctor appointment is next week. [She thought about his other questions.] No, they aren’t mad, I haven’t even really seen them. They have their own lives to worry about, I guess. Like Vhodka said, it’s just an apartment and they have a building full. [She paused again.] And good on you with the VooDoo thing, glad to see with everything going on, you’re still going to the Rabbit.

J Mont: I have been to the Rabbit for business only, no fun. I went one night to make up with VooDoo. I went another night to help Austin who was fighting with Toddy over some shoes. And I went another night to drop off something for the guys. So, there you go. I’m not having fun. All I have been doing is figuring out ways to get US back together and get this crazy BITCH out of our LIVES for good. I want to be there every morning again with you, waking up next to you, kissing you, taking our romantic showers and finishing our sentences. I want to be at the DR appointments. So I guess what I’m saying is, COME HOME BABY.

Mia: I’ve been thinking, I might have reacted too harshly. Common sense told me that the math with how old the kid is that it was way before me. [She paused.] I think my reaction was feeling that you lied to me, but then again. How could you know, you know? She obviously didn’t tell you this whole time, so you didn’t know when you told me and promised me that I wouldn’t have to deal with women coming out of the woodwork with kids. [She looked at him.] I am no dummy, I do know your history with the female population.

J Mont: The PAST belongs in the past. Everyone knows I have a past. Just watch the J Mont Documentary and you will see all I did back in the day. Sex, Drugs, Partying and Fighting. But I’m a changed man baby. I know you see and feel it. The minute I met you, I just knew you were the special one I was waiting for. Why do you think I’m fighting so hard for US? Because I love you and don’t want to lose you. I never cheated on you and never will. I never lied to you and I never will. And…..[J Mont grabs Mia’s hand, his first touch of her in a while and looks into her eyes.] I promise you this babe, i’m going to prove to you and the world that this BITCH is lying and trying to set me up. That’s not my daughter and the only baby I want and ever will have is with you. And I do hope it’s a girl too by the way. A little Mia is what this world needs. The 3 of us will be a happy family.

Mia: Lord knows the world really doesn’t need another J Mont. [She smiles.] I’ve missed you. The bed is very big when you’re alone.

J Mont: Another J Mont would be very interesting for this world but hopefully, it’s a little Mia. I have missed you more Mia. I’m going crazy without you with me. The house is so empty without your presence. And I slept in the bed 1 night and that’s it. It didn’t feel right without you there with me. And I almost got a hotel and left the house because it was so hard because everywhere I walked, there were pictures of us hanging on the walls, on the night stands, on the shelves. There was even a point I almost called an ambulance because I felt myself just shutting down. I NEED YOU MIA! You make me whole. You make my life and future complete. You’re the reason I feel like I got this second wind in the wrestling business. You’re the reason I’m FINALLY going to have a family. You’re the reason I’m a changed man. You’re the reason I’m going to beat DICKIE WATSON Monday night. So baby, I promise you I will get all this bull shit squashed so we can get back to our normal lives and get ready for this baby.

Mia: JMont shutting down? [She looked at him.] You really do love me, don’t you?

J Mont: You have my heart Mia. I love you and can’t wait to marry you and have our baby together. Please never leave my side again.

Mia: Okay, Joe. [She smiles at him.] I guess there’s only one thing to say. Can we pick up a pizza on the way home? I’ve been craving one for the past 2 hours.

J Mont: Is that you that has been craving or the baby? [J Mont finally lets out a big smile.]

Mia: Both of us are craving.

J Mont: So let’s go to Motorino’s off Columbus Ave and get you the pizza you both crave. And for dessert, can we take a shower together like old times?

Mia: [She smiles as she leans towards him.] Anything you want, baby. [Their lips touch and they kiss, but before JMont could really get a kiss in, she pulled away.] But first pizza.

J Mont: You want SAUSAGE on the Pizza? [J Mont chuckles to himself.]

Mia: I was thinking of some sausage for dessert. [She smirks.]

[After hearing that, J Mont swings the door open quickly like someone just farted in the limo.]

J Mont: Shaquille, hop in the driver’s seat, step on the gas like you’re Jeff Gordon and get to Motorino’s. Mia needs a pizza ASAP and I’m ready for dessert.

Shaquille Oatmeal: FINALLY!!!! Glad to see you two are back together and working things out. So can we finally play some Method Man and Tupac now?

J Mont: Play what you want brother. I’m gonna be preoccupied with my future wife.

[J Mont slams the door shut. You can hear moments later the driver door opens up and closes pretty quick.]

J Mont: Mia, I do need one favor from you.

Mia: I am not going to play with the python on the way there.

J Mont: [Looks down.] Down boy, not yet. [J Mont once again grabs Mia’s hand.] I need you to trust me when I tell you this. I’m going to Miami with Chris Page to confront this BITCH and end this madness and prove once and for all, she is full of shit and all about the benjamins. I will have Page with me, so you know this is about nothing but business. I just want OUR lives back to the way they were before she came around with this nonsense. And in the back of my mind, I feel like someone is trying to set me up.

Mia: I want things back to normal, too, Hun. Even though I might not have acted like it, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.

[J Mont points to his lap but not in the way that most people are thinking. He is signaling Mia to come sit on his lap so he can hold her. And of course, this time, she comes because things are better and getting back to normal. Sitting on his lap, with his arms wrapped around her, they both lean slowly. (Imagine the movie, The Replacements. Falco is going for it…..he’s going for it…..) J Mont and Mia finally kiss after all that has happened. And man, it looks like they truly missed one another. They aren’t stopping either. Is anyone going to come up for a breath of air? I’m sure they both don’t care right now.]

[Not paying attention to anything going on but themselves, they hear a knock on the door. They both look at one another and J Mont slowly helps Mia to the seat next to him. J Mont rolls up his sleeves, getting ready for a fight because he has no idea what’s on the other side of that door. He reaches over and slowly opens the door.]

Shaquille Oatmeal: A slice a day, keeps the sadness away.

J Mont: Jesus Christ man, I was about to swing at you.

Shaquille Oatmeal: You really would have had a lawsuit on your hands then. I can see it now. Oatmeal Enterprises.

J Mont: Man, just give me the pizza, and thanks again.

[J Mont grabs the pizza and closes the door. He looks at Mia, who grabs the pizza like it’s going to be her last meal. She opens the box and grabs a slice. She takes a big bite and you can see just how bad she wanted some pizza.]

J Mont: Make sure you save some room for dessert baby. And by the way, the ass is looking on point too.

Mia: I see some things never change. [She laughs and takes another bite of the pizza.]

J Mont: You told me from Day 1 not to change, so I’m not. But let’s enjoy this night because I have to leave for Miami in the morning. And then we have to go to Nashville so I can do what my brother couldn’t do and that’s beat Dickie Watson.

Mia: That’s right, Baby… JMont’s gonna kick his ass. [She opens the pizza box and takes out another slice.] Much like I am about to kick this pizza’s ass.

[Pizza saves the day again for another relationship it looks like. While J Mont and Mia are scarfing down some pizza, Shaquille Oatmeal is cruising as fast as he can to get them both back to the house because before you know it, J Mont will have to leave for Miami to meet Chris Page to handle this legal issue.]

Several Hours Later

[J Mont wakes up in the California King Size bed, but this time he is not alone. No, it’s not a random slut like back in the day. Life is getting back to normal. He sees Mia right next to him sleeping like an angel and looks so safe and comfortable. J Mont gives her a kiss on the cheek and quietly gets out of the bed. Today is the day in his mind. To end the madness and prove his point. And for all you perverts and freaks out there, you will not get any descriptions of the shower that J Mont just took either. Instead, all you get is the towel dropping to the floor after a nice hot shower and the best male butt in America mooning the world. J Mont walks over to the dresser and grabs a pair of boxer briefs, then proceeds over to the bathroom sink where he brushes his teeth, uses some deodorant, grabs some mouthwash and looks into the mirror.]

J Mont: I’m a fine mutha fucka. There ain’t going to be no hands to the face and screaming KEVIN here.

[J Mont then goes over to his closet and i’m sure he wants to get all dressed up for this occasion, but quite contrary, it’s the total opposite. He grabs his new Jordans, Jordan shorts and a white Chicago Bulls Jordan Jersey with a non matching white Yankees hat that he is wearing backwards. If he’s not having a midlife Marky Mark crisis, then we don’t know what it is. J Mont looks over at Mia one more time and smiles. He is starting to win battles, but the biggest one is coming now. Waiting downstairs in the living room is the almighty Mr. Oatmeal. And when he sees J Mont coming down the stairs, he cannot help himself.]

Shaquille Oatmeal: Look…..It’s Malibu’s Most Wanted!!!!!!!!!!

[J Mont flips off Shaquille and walks right to the front door. He is ready for this all to be over with. Leaving the door open, Shaq follows right out. Before he can even do his job, he can hear the car door close. J Mont is already inside the limo. Shaquille walks around and gets into the driver’s seat and here we go again. Another trip to Teterboro Airport, where J Mont keeps his private jet and Pilot Oatmeal does all the flying.]

[In and out of traffic, honking the horn, blowing red lights…..Shaquille and J Mont have made it to the private airport in record time. And once again, J Mont lets himself out of the limo, not letting the man do his job, but that is probably the last thing on his mind right now. Shaquille has to hurry up to catch up with J Mont as they enter the airport on their way to Miami.]

ONE HOUR LATER

[The Private Jet is gassed, Pilot Oatmeal is in the driver’s seat with headset on and ready to go. J Mont is sitting in the back in a reclining leather chair staring out the window. Slowly, then you can feel the private jet start to move. It’s take off time. As a few minutes pass, you can feel this Jet really gaining speed and momentum. It gradually starts to go up in the air as the wheels finally pull back into the jet. We are off and gaining altitude as J Mont is still just looking out the window.]

J Mont: There comes a time in a man’s life you have to admit when you fuck things up but THIS TIME, there is nothing to admit. I did nothing wrong. The only thing I have done wrong in my time is let my EMOTIONS and MOUTH get the best of me. Maybe I let it happen again with me running my mouth more times then Sahara has sucked a dick. I don’t know. But one thing is for certain, it worked in my favor this time. FIGHT management SEMI listened to what I had to say a few weeks ago about Dickie Watson. I didn’t get my EMPIRE title match, but I will get Watson in the ring with the MAIN EVENT. And it’s nice to see that someone behind the scenes finally comes to their senses and realizes that J MONT is the main event. I will bet a heavy sum of money that the Watson/J Mont match will be the best rating one of the night. Mark my words. And if you want another spoiler, just as Denzel Porter who he predicted to win the match. Yes folks, he chose ME because he knows the roll I am on. He knows what I’m capable of when I step into any match. Dickie thinks he is gonna add another notch to his belt, but the only thing he is really doing to himself is costing himself the EMPIRE title. And you ask how that is possible if it’s not on the line? I will tell you. I will be inflicting as much PAIN as I can to DICKIE so he realizes that J MONT is what everyone says he is. A LEGEND. I will make sure that it’s easy pickings for Shawn Warstein to win that Empire Title and maybe after, he can return the favor and set up a match for us since we have also yet to meet in the ring.

[J Mont slowly turns his head to the left, then to the right to let out a light crack as he re-adjusts himself to get a little more comfortable.]

J Mont: As I sit here and ponder things, I have to laugh for a minute. Everyone thinks that Dickie Watson is the BEST around and I beg the differ when it comes to a WATSON. Maybe in the wrestling circuit Dickie is one of the best around, but when it comes to the last name WATSON, there are better ones out there. You have some actresses like Emily and Emma Watson. You have funk musician Johnny”Guitar” Watson. And if you even want to get a little scary, you have Charles “Tex” Watson, a convicted murderer of the Manson family. And to top it off, the one and only Deshaun Watson, the Cleveland Browns new Quarterback. The man that loves a good Asian woman rubbing him down and asking for the happy ending after. [J Mont shakes his head that this man has 22 counts against him right now.] I can keep going with the list, but I guess my point is that Dickie Watson is good, but not the best Watson I know. Not even the best performer in the ring if you ask me.

“Good things never last, LUCK always ends and time ALWAYS runs out.”

J Mont: And your LUCK is about to run out DICKIE. Monday night, APRIL 4th, mark it down on your calendar. It’s the day your time has ended on the top of the mountain here in FIGHT. Sure, when I defeat you, you will still have the EMPIRE title, but I will have the VICTORY over you and the WIN I need to get my TITLE shot.

[A slight pause as J Mont goes down memory lane for Dickie.]

J Mont: Everyone knows what you have done here at FIGHT Dickie. I have done my homework on you and I know what needs to be done to beat you. When that number 3 is heard in the count and my hand is raised, I will get an “A+” on my assignment of defeating you. The homework is done, all that is left now is the execution of the game plan. I have watched the films of everything you have done here. I saw how you won some of the biggest events FIGHT has had to offer but there is one thing you are forgetting. You LOST to Dane Preston and I had one of the biggest WARS in this business with him. So, after watching that, I learned of some of your weaknesses that I’m going to use against you when that bell rings. And as much as I hate to say this, I’m going to use some of the offense that Dane used against you that worked as well. So Dickie, it seems you are going to have your hands full with me. Please, by all means just sit back and underestimate me. I hope you do because after i beat you, it will be even more fun to just look at your fucked face and say “I TOLD YOU SO.”

[J Mont smiling to himself as he sees the reflection through the small circular window.]

J Mont: And another thing DICKIE, you can spit all these words you want at me, but when it comes to who can TALK THE TALK, ask around. I am one of the best in the game when it comes to that. And if it’s a war you want, you got one. And this won’t be like “The Calamity” war either. This won’t last a century. I will make sure you are down and out within TEN MINUTES. [BOOM.] And what is this about being “The Molotov”? The only Molotov’s i know is an award winning Mexican rock band, a cocktail drink and a crude bomb. So, since I just taught myself something, let me teach you something now about your own little nickname. [Pause.] I’m going to use your head as a Drum and win a Grammy Award for it. Then I’m going to use all the blood that I make come out of your worthless body and make a Bloody Mary. And finally, when it’s all over and done with, i’m going to be DA BOMB of the wrestling world. Doubt me? Come find out for yourself Monday night Dickie.

[With everything going on in his life, J Mont at this present moment is really getting himself ready for this match and war with Dickie Watson. Maybe taking his mind off things is the best thing for him right now before he confronts his fate in Miami.]

J Mont: There are also 3 letters I want you to get used to as well Dickie. They are J K O. And once I connect with that, you will need to call The Calamity Insurance Desperation Company to make sure all your medical coverage is up to date. And you may get up after a few minutes from that because of your “Adrenaline” but there wont be any DICKIE’s Revenge because the moment you get back up, there will be another J K O waiting for you.

“To win any battle, you must fight as if you are already dead.”

J Mont: And just before Mia came back to me, I felt dead and I’m going to use all this pent up anger and aggression against you Dickie. You see, I have nothing to lose right now, well maybe millions if this bitch gets what she wants, but you have A LOT to lose. If you lose before your big match with Warstein, it will make you look weak. And I will make sure that is the case. This is the first time we are truly stepping into the ring with one another. Our paths crossed at Blood Money 1 and 2. They crossed at Ascension, but nothing really happened. Even Toxic Tag Wars II, which by the way I WON, we didn’t get the chance to square up. And I’ve been asking for this ever since Season 3 kicked off. I’m getting what I want, are you sure this is something you want? Because you know what’s going to happen after I beat you in that ring Dickie? I’m going to invite Denzel and friends to the Velvet Rabbit and have the biggest party in the city. I’m going to blow up twitter to all the haters and I’m going to make sure I’m ringside for you and Warstein’s match because I will make sure I get the winner for the Empire Title, pending contractual agreements between myself and FIGHT. So Dickie, I want you to ask yourself one more time before your music hits and you walk down that ramp. Do you want this SMOKE?

[J Mont leans back now, slowly closes his eyes and gets a little rest because there is a lot that is about to happen in his world.]

HOUR AND TEN MINUTES LATER

[The jet touched down in Miami on a private airstrip next to another jet that displays the CCPE emblem alongside it. There’s an awaiting rental vehicle where we join Chris Page and J Mont as they head towards a meeting location.]

Chris Page: I’m sorry we had to push this back a little, I wasn’t expecting to be in Japan as long as I was… but this is the moment that we have been waiting for. Have we gotten the results back? Or is this a complete surprise?

J Mont: This is a complete surprise. She hasn’t returned any papers or calls. She has been served as well, but she is not responding. So what better way to handle a problem than to confront it. And I have her address right here with me.

[Chris listens intently to what Joe has said. He thinks for a moment, then he responds.]

Chris Page: Alright, so, let me ask you directly… What’s the endgame here? We’re going to show up and confront her?

J Mont: 6859 NW 17th Ave Miami, FL. It’s a shack of a house on the corner. Only 1000 square feet and in the hood. This bitch is just trying to get a come up Chris. My plan is simple. I’m going to call her out on her bullshit. Did i fuck her in the past? Yes, but it was one time on the beach during a spring break weekend when she was doing a bikini modeling show and I was there to party. But, that kid is not mine. I promise you that.

Chris Page: Listen, we’re pulling up on this situation cold. The last thing that needs to happen is you losing your shit. When we get there you gotta let me handle it. If I know you like I think I do you’re going to blow your stack… we need to catch her slipping.

J Mont: When we pull up to this dump, you will think we are in the movie Boyz in the Hood. It’s that bad. I saw it on Zillow. Looks like grass hasn’t been cut in ages, and there is a clothesline in the front yard. I’m telling you. It’s simple. We call her out on her bull shit…..but deep down my gut is telling me that someone is trying to set me up.

Chris Page: Again, she’s been served and didn’t respond. That in itself speaks volumes on innocence versus guilt. I don’t give a flying fuck about where she lives, the only reason I’m here is to control this narrative so we can further expose this cunt for the lying piece of shit clout chaser that she is.

J Mont: This needs to end today Chris. Mia is finally back in the house and loves me, and wants to stay forever. That’s handled. I have been proving to FIGHT that they need to pay me what I deserve with how things are going this SEASON…..my investments are through the roof… only thing in my way is this cunt bag bitch, well there are 2 of them if you count Dickie Watson. But this clout chaser isn’t smart enough to do this alone. Someone is involved.

Chris Page: One thing at a time Mr. Conspiracy Theorist. Evidence that proves innocence…

[Chris reaches into his inner pocket of his sport coat. He retrieves a hidden camera that looks like a small pin that you can place on the coat, which he does.]

Chris Page: Hidden camera that will document this entire interaction because if this gets nasty I want proof that we didn’t intimidate or coerce… because you know that shit would be coming next.

J Mont: Yanne Bisi is going to get hers today. This is a day she will remember for the rest of her life. And then she can tell the world that when you mess with J Mont or the CCPE, you’re messing with the best. I kept thinking her last name was Bitch, but it is Bisi.

Chris Page: Let’s see how this plays.

J Mont: I see a Checkmate coming.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER

[Pulling up to this shit show is one thing, but pulling in a Mazda Miata 2 door, 2 seater convertible is another. It’s crazy they were out of rentals and this is all they had left. You can imagine how uncomfortable the ride was for J Mont being 260 pounds and 6’6. Chris Page who is driving is really having fun with this. J Mont feels he is hitting bumps and taking sharp turns on purpose. But, according to google maps, they are not far away. But boy, they better make this quick. You think the Bronx is bad, this is part of Liberty City, one of the worst areas in all of Miami. You got guys sitting on their porches drinking Old E 40’s and smoking blunts. Other guys are playing ball in the street with rusted chained nets. And a few random older hookers just walking around. Finally, though you can hear the voice on the phone from google maps.]

Voice: You are 1 mile away from your destination.

[J Mont is ready. Page is looking around like he is in a gangster movie. J Mont is dressed for the scene of course. As they get closer and closer, they both cannot believe their eyes. This house is a total dump. Looks like it hasn’t been maintained in years. The grass like he mentioned is not cut, the clothes line in the front is hanging half down. The door looks like it’s been busted open a few times. Jail Bars around the windows. There is nothing promising about this place at all.]

[The word dilapidated only lends credibility to the scene in front of their eyes.]

Chris Page: Well if this doesn’t just scream welcoming nothing does.

[Sheer sarcasm escapes within the tone of CCP. J Mont and Chris get out of the Mazda Miata and start to head towards the house, if you want to call it that.]

J Mont: Watch your step. There is a condom on the ground right there.

Chris Page: Sumbitch, guess you gotta get it where you can get it around these parts. Okay, listen, let me handle this.

[Chris presses a small button on the backside of the pen on his lapel to start recording everything that transpires from this point forward.]

Chris Page: I am Chris Page, with me is Joe Montuori, it’s Thursday, March 31, 2022 and we are currently located at 6859 NW 17th Ave Miami, Florida. The purpose of this recording is to serve as documentation that we have not done anything wrong in attempts to reach the resident of this home..

[Chris is heard asking J Mont.]

Chris Page: What’s the bitches name?

J Mont: Yanne Bisi- former Brazilian Super Model, and you can tell from the looks of things here, she is truly a FORMER.

Chris Page: We are here to attempt to speak with Yanne Bisi-

[Chris straightens his attire, clearly dressed like a million bucks isn’t the best look for this environment. Chris looks around as he steps over the used rubber to the side walk. J Mont is laughing as his attire with the backwards Yankee cap and Jordan jersey really fit the area.]

J Mont: What the fuck is that?

Chris Page: Used diapers?

J Mont: Maybe she has more kids then just this one and is hiding them out.

[J Mont side steps the shit diaper with ants and bees all around, but thank god his vision is 20/20 because almost a few inches away was a foot long pile of dog shit. I mean come on now. Who can live like this other than Sahara? A slight chuckle is heard as he starts to tippey toe his way to the front door. He turns around to see Page just standing there.]

J Mont: Jesus Page, i’ll buy you some new shoes if you step in the 5 dollar foot long dog shit.

Chris Page: Hard pass.

[Page refuses to tarnish his dress shoes as he steps over the pile of shit. The two head up what I guess would be considered a sidewalk, busted up in several places along the way. They finally reach the front door. Chris looks towards J Mont to knock or ring the bell.]

Chris Page: I’m not touching it.

[J Mont looks at Chris and just shakes his head.]

J Mont: Watch and learn brother.

[J Mont looks around and sees a branch on the ground. He bends down to pick it up and after he does, he points it at the doorbell and all you hear is a broken down ringtone. Did she even pay her doorbell bill because it sounds like it’s about to be cut off.]

Chris Page: Let’s see.

[Several seconds pass before the door is opened by Yanne.]

Chris Page: Yanne, is it?

[She nods.]

Chris Page: Interesting you’ll answer the door but not the subpoena for a DNA test.

[Chris steps to the side as he states.]

Chris Page: You know Joe Montuori, right?

Yanne: [She has a look of panic on her face at this present moment.] Yes I do.

[After she says that, J Mont comes from the side and appears. She cannot believe her eyes that he is here.]

Chris Page: First Yanne, we aren’t here for anything less than an amicable conversation since you haven’t responded to anything, which is surprising to me when you think about what you’re asking for out of J Mont. If it’s me, I’m going to go out of my way to prove that the child in question is his. So, let’s get to the bottom of this right now.

J Mont: She doesn’t even know what the word AMICABLE even means. She probably scored a 780 on her SAT’S. She knows exactly what she did. She is jealous that I never gave her a chance to be with me after that weekend. Tell him Yanne. You blew me up for months to give you a chance but I didn’t. Tell him the truth.

[J Mont looks over to Page because he knows he needs to calm down a little, but at least J Mont is not totally out of control this time. Page is one of the few men in this business that knows how to show J Mont how to control his emotions.]

Chris Page: This is where Joe says goodbye.

[Chris motions for Joe to take a walk. No words are spoken between Joe and Page. Reluctantly Joe starts to walk back up the shitty sidewalk.]

Chris Page: Listen, you and I both know that kid isn’t his. If it was you would have moved way faster than a snail’s pace to prove the child is his. You don’t knock on the doors of my clients looking for a quick payday and not expect me or my legal team to do our due diligence. I’m not here to scare you, I’m here to tell you how this is going to play if you don’t admit what we both know to be true. You’re looking at extortion, you’re looking at slander, more importantly you’re looking at jail time if/when we choose to press legal action against you.

[Yanne, knowing the reality of her situation, listens as Chris continues.]

Chris Page: So now the question becomes what are we going to do about this?

Yanne: The kid is his…

[Chris instantly cuts her off.]

Chris Page: Cut the shit- if the kid’s his let’s solve it now and go ahead and get that DNA test that will back your play. We can go now if it suits you because the only thing we’re looking for is something other than the word of a struggling bottom feeder.

Yanne: I can’t right now. I have…

Chris Page: Another excuse to make because you don’t have your ducks in a row while being foolish enough to think that I’ve put all my cards on the table.

[Chris makes firm eye contact with Yanne as he then asks.]

Chris Page: You can tell me the truth… that’s not his kid, is it?

[Yanne can’t deny things any further.]

Yanne: No…

[She states.]

Chris Page: What was that?

Yanne: It’s not his child.

Chris Page:That’s what I thought.

Yanne:  What’s going to happen??

Chris Page: The way I see it is you have two options; the first option is probably not what you’re going to want to hear which sees you with lots of jail time, or option two, we both know you’re not smart enough to try and pull off something like this nor is the person responsible for bringing you into this equation. You can tell me who is behind this, and if it rings true you’ll never see my face again… but if it’s wrong, my face will be the last face you see before being thrown in jail.

[We catch up with J Mont who watches all this unfold from the streetside. Yanne is telling Chris something which isn’t made out before we cut back on Page.]

Chris Page: I appreciate you telling me that.

[Chris turns to leave only to turn back around pointing at the pen on his sportcoat.]

Chris Page: Oh yeah, smile.

[Chris turns back around facing J Mont who is streetside.]

Chris Page: Joe! We’re done here.

[Chris walks up the sidewalk to the street where he joins Joe.]

Chris Page: I got it all on camera.

J Mont: So this is OFFICIALLY all over with now? I have nothing more to worry about. I can FOCUS on my relationship and baby with Mia as well as my Main Event match with Dickie Watson now?

Chris Page: Let me get this footage downloaded and you can take it straight to Mia. If it doesn’t clear you, nothing will.

[J Mont shakes the hand of Page as CCPE gains another victory on someone trying to get over on them.]

J Mont: I need to keep this momentum going now. I will need something else from you, but I need to do my part first. After I beat Dickie Watson on Monday at Venom, I need you to tell management at FIGHT that I want the winner of Watson/Warstein for the title. That’s if the resign happens in time.

Chris Page: You let me handle that part. You just handle the business Monday night and it will happen.

[J Mont and Page hop into the 2 Door Mazda Miata Convertible, which they are still not happy about at the moment, but the job is done. And they are on their way to the airport now so they both can get on their private jets and get back to their respective places they need to be. But, J Mont can’t help it and he plays a song as they pull off. Yanne is just standing there looking defeated, but the party has just started for J Mont. He turns the volume all the way up so she and the neighborhood can hear it.]

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS
AND WE WILL KEEP FIGHTING TILL THE END
WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS

[J Mont looks like the old J Mont now that this is behind him. He stands up in this little Miata, as Page drives through the hood. You see people looking and Page knows something is about to come out of the mouth of J Mont.]

J Mont: You all can kiss my mutha fuckin ass and if you think this BITCH just lost, tune into VENOM for FIGHT NYC and watch another BITCH by the name of DICKIE WATSON suffer the same fate as Yanne.

[J Mont sits back down as Page just shakes his head. The song is still playing as he steps on the gas to get the fuck out of the hood before its too late. And before you know it, they are fast and furious out of here. All that is left is Yanne standing there still, a few guys chillin in the road drinking and that same dirty ass shit diaper.]

DO YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
IT’S CALLED DEFEAT DICKIE
SEE YOU MONDAY NIGHT