Post by pgizzle434 on Apr 20, 2009 21:59:19 GMT -5
Sam and some Seville Blvd Brims walk to the Playa Del Seville basketball courts. As they walk up they see some Vagos playing basketball. The Vagos cease their game and begin to watch Sam's crew closely. A Vago on the other side of the court throws up the Vagos hand sign and the Brims respond with their respective hand sign. One of the Vagos walks up to Sam and begins to speak.
Vago: What yall doin here? This is our turf vato.
Sam: Well its our's now. Get the f^ck outta here before you and ya clique end up on ya faces and backs.
Vago: Id like to see you try. Ill even put my gun down.
The Vago takes his gun from his waistband and gives it to a younger Vago. The other Vagos do the same. Seeing that the Vago wont leave w/o a fight Sam orders his clique to do the same. Sam takes his hat off and immediately tackles his opponent. The gangs clash in a fistfight. The scramble continues until a few Vagos break for home. The rest of the Vagos soon follow suite until one Vago is left. He is attack and almost ripped apart by Sam himself. As he kicks his victim same yells at him.
Sam: So this is Vagos turf?!?!
Vago: No!!!
Sam: WHAT?!?!
Vago: *Screaming at the top of his lungs* NOOO!!!
Sam: Now get the f^ck outta here and dont come back. And tell your boys this is Brims turf now.
The Vago gets up and limps of at breakneck speed. A Brim picks up $250 off the ground and hands it to Sam. Sam puts his hat back on and speaks to his soldiers.
Sam: Awight ya'll. Now get to work. If there are any problems call me or Lj and we'll send back up asap. *As Sam speaks a truck pulls up and some Seville Blvd Kings unload a few crates of cocaine* Sell that work and let us know when you need more. This is our spot now. Lets keep it.
Vago: What yall doin here? This is our turf vato.
Sam: Well its our's now. Get the f^ck outta here before you and ya clique end up on ya faces and backs.
Vago: Id like to see you try. Ill even put my gun down.
The Vago takes his gun from his waistband and gives it to a younger Vago. The other Vagos do the same. Seeing that the Vago wont leave w/o a fight Sam orders his clique to do the same. Sam takes his hat off and immediately tackles his opponent. The gangs clash in a fistfight. The scramble continues until a few Vagos break for home. The rest of the Vagos soon follow suite until one Vago is left. He is attack and almost ripped apart by Sam himself. As he kicks his victim same yells at him.
Sam: So this is Vagos turf?!?!
Vago: No!!!
Sam: WHAT?!?!
Vago: *Screaming at the top of his lungs* NOOO!!!
Sam: Now get the f^ck outta here and dont come back. And tell your boys this is Brims turf now.
The Vago gets up and limps of at breakneck speed. A Brim picks up $250 off the ground and hands it to Sam. Sam puts his hat back on and speaks to his soldiers.
Sam: Awight ya'll. Now get to work. If there are any problems call me or Lj and we'll send back up asap. *As Sam speaks a truck pulls up and some Seville Blvd Kings unload a few crates of cocaine* Sell that work and let us know when you need more. This is our spot now. Lets keep it.