The Gift Of Receiving

Bonus Material

"Man, what da phuck iz wrong wit you?" a man asked Trey Vincent in his private room backstage at Intense. "And who you be blowin to get such a sweet ass room az this?"

The man is not known to most jOlt followers, but the man Trey Vincent was with is his longtime trusty....well, his personal prank-monkey, now going by the name of Sleazy-C. He's a TV underling. He is a mere 5-feet 4-inches tall, weighs about 150 pounds, and was outfitted in cliched ghetto-wear. He was wearing what looked to be an XXXXL blue and gray flannel shirt, an LA Dodgers baseball cap, huge ass jeans that no doubt were sagging mighty far down on his skinny white ass. As for TV? He was decked out in his black cargo pants and the jOlting TV T-shirt he wore when he first debuted in Season 1, back when everything was still right in Trey Vincent's world. When he could ruin somebody's day instead of having his ruined.

"J-Con." Vincent simply said.

"Man, I thought you were spost to be tha one who never jobbed. Where's my respect goin?" Sleazy-C asked.

Trey Vincent stared at the blank television screen in front of him as he sat on his forest-green leather couch. He was too pissed to even turn on the TV to see what else was happening on Intense. All he could think of was one man. One target. One victim.

"I think I know what would make you smile again."

"What," TV asked.

"I guts you a present, man. Just cuz since you're tha man and all. And I don't want you to lose your smile. It's way too early in your career to be a has-been. Since you've never 'been' anything much anywayz."

Trey got up and started strangling Sleazy-C, shaking him violently by the neck, like a rag doll.

"It's J-Con's fault. You little dumb bitch," Vincent snarled out.

Somehow, despite the violent choking, Sleazy-C managed to pull out a long object wrapped in white with a green ribbon and a big green bow on top. Trey spied it and let Sleazy-C go. Sleazy-C coughed and put his hands on his knees, breathing in some much-needed oxygen.

"Word." He coughed again.

Trey ripped the bow off the top and threw it at Sleazy-C, who swatted it away limply. Trey then ripped the white paper off his gift and found in his hands....

A weapon.

...

And an idea.

"Punk that bitch out iAd style, homez," Sleazy-C said.

"You're not as dumb as you look," Vincent said with a smile. "Time to screw another scrub."

Vincent walked to the door and headed elsewhere.

"Word to tha muthaphucka," Sleazy-C said.

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