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| Circle Television Network | Jan 29 2013, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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This television program is rated MA for mature audiences. It contains strong language and sexual themes and is not intended for younger viewers. PIMPTACULAR SCRIPTURE! Episode 1 ![]() The camera’s zoomed in as it focused on the face of Maleek Raheem, self-professed pimp and playa extraordinaire. He smiled as he licked his lips and sat back in his plush chair, addressing the viewers. “What up Playa’s and Playettes! It’s none other than yo’ TRUE Boy Wonder and Pimp Supreme, Maleek motherfuckin’ Raheem!” The camera pulled back and panned around the lavish set before finally settling back on Raheem. “I’d like to welcome you all to my show, I call it Pimptacular Scripture! Now, a lot of you mark ass squares have no idea what that shit means, so I will break it down to you. Pimp Script is a show for homeboys and homegirls who want to get put up on game. Sometimes I bring on a guest and sometimes I do this shit guerrilla style and fuck shit up on the solo tip!” The camera pulled back once more as he prepared to introduce his very first guest. “Now, tonight I have a guest host to help me out on some of this pimpin’. Ya’ll know this chick from her hit reality TV show…” he stood up “…show your love for none other than the lovely and talented…” “CHASTITY PRIDE!!” ![]() Applause filled the set as ‘The All-American Blonde” Chastity Pride walked out and waved to the crowd. As she stepped on stage, Raheem stood back and looked her up and down, spinning her around to get a good look at her from all angles. He gave her a kiss on the cheek then sat her down on the couch near him. “Chastity Pride…star of Chastity’s American Pie…the number one reality show on CTN…maybe number one in the whole world! It’s good to have you here Baby Girl. Why don’t you tell th’ people what’s been goin’ on with you.” Chastity smiled broadly, “Thank you for that introduction…that was nice.” She gave him a flirtatious wink. “I’ve been good…just working my reality program and filming the second season of my Sci-Fi show ‘The Huntress: Chronicles of Empire City.’ It’s all been a ride…a really great ride.” The fans clapped loudly and some yelled out their love for her and she grinned broadly. Raheem nodded in appreciation. “That’s great girl…really great. I am glad to see that you are doing things up real big. I am very happy for you.” Chastity shrugged her shoulders, “Well, if you ever get tired of hanging with that zero…that dirty old cat lady Sidney Grey, and you want to help me out on my show, you know I’d be happy to have you!” Raheem grinned at the invitation. “Well, that would be great, for sure…and I might take you up on that, but right now a brotha is doing his thing in Platinum Dynasty, but as soon as shit gets settled there, you best believe that I’m gonna be lookin’ to take yo’ fine ass up on that offer.” Chastity laced her fingers, “So…PDW…how you liking that place? I never wrestled there, but I catch it every now and then.” Raheem sighed, “Well! Truth be told, I’d like the shit a lot more if I wasn’t babysittin’ a fuckin’ drunk! But you know…a brotha gotta keep his paper right, so I deals with that shit!” He smiled, “Other than that, you know me…surrounded by fine ass bitches 24/7, what more could a playa ask for?” Chastity gave him a sly look. “I know something about you…and I know why you are really in PDW. You might partly be here to change Sid’s diapers…but I know about your crush. You are here because you want to be close to Star.” Raheem burst out laughing, but it was clear that there was something to it. Chastity wagged her finger at him. “Am I lying?” Raheem continued to laugh, but he nodded as he composed himself. “Yeah…yeah, it’s true. I’ve had a thing for Star since the first time I laid eyes on her in LIWA…that was a hot minute ago and I was with Brandy Cannondale then, but that girl is like fine wine…time has only made her better!” Chastity snorted as she arched her brow. “Time has only made her older!” She rolled her eyes, “Why you still bothering that woman? She’s about to have a kid and she aint thinking about your ass! Out of all the women here, you pick the one who will NEVER talk to you.” She sat back in her chair, chuckling as she did. “I don’t even know why you are even trying to holler, her belly is all swollen…you aren’t exactly catching her at her best.” It was Raheem’s turn to snort this time. “You see Homegirl, that is where you are dead fuckin’ wrong!” He paused as he looked out into the crowd, “Now…ya’ll all pay real close attention to this shit right here…this is the point in th’ show where I break you off a lil’ bit on some real pimp shit!” He turned back to Chastity. “A’ight! See, you a girl and girls don’t understand pimp shit…REAL pimp shit! You see, any motherfucka’ can fuck wit’ a trick bitch…that aint pimp and that shit don’t mean nothin’! You see, a pimp aint satisfied wit’ some easy round th’ way girl, a pimp needs to have that one girl that means a little bit more than the rest…a chick that can match his shine. A true pimp sets his eye to the unattainable…and then he works hard to attain that shit! The day a pimp aint got his eye on the prize is a day a pimp done become a simp!” Chastity stared at him as if he had just grown a second head. “Raheem…let me understand this. You want Star…because you can’t have Star?” Raheem nodded. “Show you right!” Chastity shook her head, “Sooooo…you’re a pimp because you chase after a woman that will never have anything to do with you?” Raheem shrugged, “She don’t know that.” Chastity stared at him in disbelief. “She doesn’t know that you are even alive!” “She’ll find out” he answered. “She’s like a thousand months pregnant!” Chastity added. Raheem burst out laughing, “You are missin’ th’ beauty of that Playgirl…she can’t get pregnant while she already knocked th’ fuck up! I can be knee deep in that shit and there aint the slightest chance in hell that I’m gonna be caught up in some baby mama drama! Yo! Raw dog all th’ way, straight knockin’ th’ bottom out that!!” All Chastity could do was put her hand in her face and shake her head. “You’re insane Raheem…you need help.” “Insane?” he questioned. “Naw, I aint insane…I’m just a pimp girl…just a pimp who knows game, and knows that th’ game is to be sold and not told!” Chastity stared at him. “But you just told everyone…and you didn’t charge for it.” He raised a single finger. “True pimps and playas buy into my shit…dumb ass marks still don’t know what th’ fuck I just said!” With that, Raheem turned to the camera as he prepared to wrap up the show. “Before I wrap this thing up, I’d like to thank my guest, Chastity Pride…star of ‘Chastity’s American Pie’ and ‘The Huntress; Chronicles of Empire City’ you can buy the special edition blu ray of the first season of her hit show on Tuesday, February 5th online and in stores everywhere.” ![]() The crowd applauded as Chastity stood and took a bow. The camera centered on Raheem and the lights dimmed. “Pimps and Pimpettes, your take away from tonight’s show is this…in this game we call life, there are gonna be motherfucka’s always tryin’ to throw salt in yo’ game…always tryin’ to tell you what you can’t do…and what you won’t do. I’m here to tell you all to set that bullshit aside and do you! If th’ bitches and hoes can’t understand that…it’s because they aint pimps and they never gonna be pimps! True motherfucka’s stay reachin’ for th’ stars…or in my case, THE Star!” Raheem grinned, “Until next time…ya’ll motherfucka’s stay Pimp’in!!” Edited by Circle Television Network, Feb 16 2013, 02:28 PM.
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| Circle Television Network | Feb 16 2013, 08:47 AM Post #2 |
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This television program is rated MA for mature audiences. It contains strong language and sexual themes; it is not intended for younger viewers. PIMPTACULAR SCRIPTURE! Episode 2 ![]() The camera centered in on the “Pimptacular Scripture” set after panning around the audience and lingered on Maleek Raheem as he stood there admiring the newest edition to his show’s décor. In living color stood a life size cut out of Star and right next to it on the show’s 105-inch monitor was a moving graphic of none other than Saylor Laine…doing what Saylor does best… ![]() Raheem finally tore himself away from the two new editions and welcomed everyone to the show. “Alright Pimps and Playas, welcome back to Episode 2 of Pimp Script! This show is guaranteed to be off th’ chain for real…and not just because I got my number 1 Baby Girl, Star over there on the stage lookin’ finer than frog hair and not because Saylor is on the big screen shakin’ her ass like a fuckin’ salt shaker! Nah, a brotha done yall all a favor and I got you one of the hottest chicks in all of Platinum Dynasty to come here on the show tonight. She’s gonna come out here and rap about this, that, and the other thang…and then we are gonna see where shit leads from there, feel me?” The crowd buzzed with anticipation and Raheem nodded as he rubbed his hands together. “Okay then, everyone put your hands together and show your love for my future ex-wife…come on and give Angela Fortin a warm Pimp Script welcome!” The crowd cheered loudly as the spotlight focused on the entranceway an Angela emerged from the back… ![]() Angela walked out to the set of Pimp Script, as "Rusty Cage" by Soundgarden played, dressed in a casual attire of an Iron Maiden T-Shirt and tight jeans that cling to her legs like a second skin. She waves to the cameras, before shaking Raheem's hand, and taking a seat. As Angela sat down, Raheem took a seat beside her, his eyes roaming over her attire. Finally he shook his head, “Damn girl! I aint never really been into Iron Maiden…but the way you wearin’ that shirt…you make me want to get out there and buy all their shit!” He grinned, settling back in his seat. “Now, before we set off on this Pimptastic Voyage, why don’t you let the fans know a little bit about what you got going on in PDW…especially this weekend.” Angela lets out a short laugh, before replying to Raheem. "Well, this weekend is Reckless Endangerment II, and I'll be teamed up with Riley Runnels for a shot at the Tag Team Championship." She says with a smile, and following up with saying to the host. "Hopefully we can pull through on this match, but I know it's going to be a really tough fight." He nodded as he rubbed his chin, “Yeah…I feel you on that. Hell, I aint even in the damn match and I am stugglin’ not to jump over there and attack you right now!” Raheem laughed at his little quip, but he didn’t dwell on it as he moved on. “Now tell me…on the tag team tip…what are your concerns about taggin’ wit’ Riley? I mean…I use to tag wit’ my boy when I got my start in the biz, but we was cool and he knew me and I knew him. You aint got that kind of connection…do you?” Angela had a slight turn of a frown, for she was not pleased with teaming with Riley. "Well, to be honest, no. She just came up out of the blue, and management decided 'hey! Teaming up those two's a great idea!' " Angela said with a slight mocking tone, not thrilled about her partner at all. "I mean, don't get me wrong... She's got a good heart, but I've never been much of a team player… Especially when it's all of a sudden like how our relationship began." Raheem narrowed his eyes, “Yeah! I feel you…I feel you. It’s not like the relationship that you and I have. I mean, we took our time on that shit…got to know each other real good…bout ready to take that joint to the next level!” He eyed Angela and winked at her, not allowing her to know if he was serious or not. “Hey! If you want, I’ll come on down to the ring in case you need a REAL partner! I mean, I aint signed or no shit like that…” he glanced over his shoulder at the cut out of Star, then back to Angela, “…but I think some stuff is gonna get worked out…real soon!” "Uh-huh...." Angela said in a rather condescending tone. At that point, she felt like she was dealing with the ghetto version of Johnny Bravo. "I'm sure Riley will work really hard for this, so I have some faith in her." Raheem looked slightly disappointed, but he shrugged it off. “Well, you know th’ digits…when you done messin’ wit’ zeros you can dial up a hero anytime!” Raheem cleared his throat as he prepared to move on. “Okay Angela, I know I gotta get you up outta here soon, but before I do…I wanna play a little game wit’ you. I just wanna see where yo’ head is at on the topic of Pimps and Simps.” He eyed her, “You do know what the difference is don’t you?” "Well for the audience's sake, let's hear the difference." Angela says with a light hearted laugh, as this was most likely the first time the segment was to hit the airwaves. Raheem shook his head, “Yeah…for the audience, cuz you use to be the police…so it aint like you aint know, right?” He chuckled, “Okay, real simple. Pimps are the true playas! They are the ones that people should be lookin’ up to…aspiring to be like. They don’t bullshit and they don’t take none! Cool as a fan and bad to the bone!” He shrugged his shoulders, “Just like yo’ boy here!” “Now, Simps…those are punk asses!” he explained. “Simp can be short for simple minded mothas! They are whack and no body got love for them…cuz they bring down the mood and fuck up th’ damn party…” he looked at Angela, “…feel me?” "It's okay, I speak jive." Angela replied, with the obvious Airplane reference, as a generic sounding laugh was sounded from the ‘studio crowd’ "Alright, let's play your little game." “I want you to turn your attention to the monitor over there and when a picture comes up, I want you to tell us all, if that person is a Pimp…or are they a Simp.” He smiled, “Now, this is all in good fun…so don’t worry about hurtin’ nobody’s feelin’s…they know it is all in fun, okay?” The monitor displayed a picture of Benjamin Young… ![]() Raheem grinned, “DAMN! Right off the bat and shit…someone in your match!” He looked at Angela, “Whatcha think Pimpette? Pimp…or Simp? And…feel free to explain your answer.” "Oh, I'm mixed with this one. While he's very... different. I have to give him respect for serving our country. Not enough people have the balls to do that anymore, so Pimp." Raheem shrugged. “The brotha seems cool enough to me…even tho’ he be chattin’ up old ladies and shit! So, fair enough, Pimp…for the moment.” The next picture flashed up on the screen, and this one was of Aaron Weston… ![]() He looked over at her, “Whatcha think Sis?” Angela hesitated for a moment, contemplating her choices, before saying to Raheem. "Truth be told, I don't know a lot about him. However, he's got a great athletic prowess, and he's rarely in trouble around the place, so I'm going to say Pimp." He nodded, “Hummmm…two Pimps in a row. You aint one of them nice girls who think everyone is cool, are you?” He laced his fingers, “Let’s make this a little tougher.” He turned to the screen and the image changed to Faith DeWinter… ![]() “Damn! Another one of your opponents I do believe…and a fine ass one at that!” He narrowed his eyes. “She gone be lookin’ to beat yo’ ass this weekend…so…Pimp or Simp?” "Simp. Faith is merely a poser, who think she has power over everyone else, due to her wealth." Angela said sternly, not wavering at all. "See, I grew up with nothing to my name, and made something of myself. Faith, on the other hand was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and brags about it like no tomorrow. I don't like people who act like that at all." Raheem smiled into the camera “DAMN YO!! IN THAT FACE!!” He looked over at Angela, nodding in respect. “No half steppin’ on that shit I guess. Respect! I mean, I hate to diss a fine chick, but if she aint Pimpin’ what can you do, right?” He turned back to the monitor, we are running out of time, but let’s throw up a few more…” the monitor changed to an image of Twin Gatz… ![]() “Pimps?” he asked, thinking he knew the answer. "More like the Gimps from Pulp Fiction, if that's an acceptable answer. I don't think I've seen a live adaptation of Deliverance before, but I think that's their calling, instead of PDW." Angela said with attitude, as she knew that had to sting. Raheem laughed out loud at the thought, Angela has some teeth to her and that was what he wanted to see. “Okay! Okay! That was funny shit…some of that Hills Have Eyes kinda stuff.” A picture of Sex Sells flashed on the screen… ![]() “How about that? Wit’ a name like that…gotta be Pimps, right?!” As Sex Sells hits the screen, Angela is torn a little bit, before saying to Raheem... "Damn... I gotta say they are. Cordy and Cindy had the better of me in our last outing, and they're both very talented women, who are actually friends of mine outside of the ring. So yes, they are Pimps." Raheem looked back at the two and nodded, “Yeah…Sex Sells…that for damn sure!” He shook himself and grinned broadly then signaled for the picture to change again. When this one came up, he smiled even bigger, turning his full attention to Angela. “Yeah…you knew this one was coming…huh?” The next picture revealed is none other than her own partner, Riley Runnels… ![]() She was heavily conflicted in what she had to say, but decided to air out her voice regardless... "Riley... she's a very sweet girl. She's trying to help me out, with some of my own issues, however, it's a far cry from any real help. I'd rather just plead the 5th on that one." “Ah! I shouldn’t let your fine ass get off that easy, but that’s all the time I have tonight with you.” He stood up, helping Angela up and then presenting her to the audience. “Okay yall, Angela Fortin! Show her some love!” The fans cheered and Raheem gave Angela some parting words before she headed off the stage. He stood there watching her go, shaking his head as he licked his lips. “DAYAM!!!” He turned his attention to the camera, preparing to wrap up the show. “Bitch so fine I’d drink her bath water! Well…that’s nasty…but you get the idea.” He clasped his hands together, “Okay, that is going to do it for this episode of Pimptacular Scripture! I want to thank all of you for watching…” he looked back over his shoulder at the cut out of Star and the animated image of Saylor Laine “…yeah, I especially want to thank my two top ladies…Star and Saylor for helpin’ a Pimp keep his set lookin’ just RIGHT!” He flashed the peace sign “Good night…and if you watchin’ this shit from the joint, remember to keep that booty tight!!” |
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