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Post by pgizzle434 on Jul 20, 2009 23:14:51 GMT -5
Sam "BrimLow" Fisher walks into the club with a few OGs. They catch a show being given by their old friend Baby Bang. Baby Bang walks on stage and the crowd begins to cheer. Baby Bang has a huge buzz around the city and this performance could greatly help his album sales when it is released. The show begins and Baby Bang rocks the crowd non-stop for almost 3 hours. During one song, however, a fight begins to brew.
Baby Bang: *stands on stage rapping*
Me and my niggas come hard
you should never act tough
You a Exxon nigga man you just gassed up
Put a pistol to ya temple drive niggas and i squeeze
Should have thought twice before you fucked the B
R-I-M-S nigga dont test
If you go to war with us you betta wear a vest
Wearin red all day, never touchin purple or green
Get mad respect when I step up on the scene
As Baby Bang continues rapping several Ballas throw up their set signs. Baby Bang stops in the middle of his song and addresses the Ballas.
Baby Bang: Eh dawg. That aint gonna fly. Now while im on the stage.
Balla1: Well do something about it homie. You know you aint doin sh*t you say in them songs you dirty @$$ Brim.
Baby Bang: *gets of the stage and walks through the crowd* What you say nigga? You wanna handle somethin?
Sam and his crew walk up to the Ballas as Baby Bang walks up. The crowd is silent and the tension between the to groups is so thick you can slice it with a knife. The two groups size each other up and they begin to fight. The fight spills into the street outside the club. The owner calls the cops and they break the fight up but the Ballas shot at the cops. As the cops battle the Ballas the Brims make a clean get away and head back to Seville Blvd.
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Post by grimreaper on Jan 26, 2010 14:25:05 GMT -5
After arranging a few of his men to accompany him, he "convinces" the Owner to pay him protection money. They all go back to Ganton.
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Post by grimreaper on Jan 26, 2010 14:25:34 GMT -5
Protection Income: $1,500 per week
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Post by grimreaper on Jan 26, 2010 14:26:03 GMT -5
Victor collects this week's pay, and sends it to his private Bank Account.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jan 27, 2010 2:38:25 GMT -5
Mikey and three LSBs walk up to the club. Then then pull out their Moltovs and throw them. As the club went up in flames, Mikey pulled out a card and set it on the remains. Then the four ran off.
(The card: THIS TOWN BELONGS TO US!)
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Post by Orlando Madison on Aug 11, 2011 19:14:48 GMT -5
Months after the club has been rebuilt, it is back open for business. Orlando and three of his Balla soldiers enter the club. Inside they spot several Brims, GMM & GSF members. However, nothing pops off. Everyone is cool, having a good time. Orlando and his boys make their way to the bar:
Orlando: Ay honey, lemme' get a shot of Hennessy, and keep it comin' for ma' homies.
Bartender: Sure.
As the bartender gets them their drinks, Orlando hands her a hundred dollar bill:
Orlando: Keep the change.
The Ballas start drinking. They soon hit the dance floor and start dancing with some girls as the club's guest, DJ Bloody Knuckles, spins some of the latest songs in the DJ booth. Everyone is having a great time.
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Post by Craig Dillard on Sept 1, 2011 8:24:16 GMT -5
Followed by a couple of his friends, Craig walked into the club. Seeing so many gangsters of rivalling gangs in the club, Craig was surprised that the shootout wasn't taking place. The group approached the bar.
Craig: Gimme a Scotch and serve my homies, man.
They soon hit the dance floor (apart from Craig who wasn't really a dancing type) and had a good time.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Mar 31, 2012 22:11:36 GMT -5
Benjamin, Caesar, Junior & Ringo walk into the nightclub laughing. All eyes are on them as soon as they enter. They make their way to a private table in the VIP section and order a bottle of champagne as a group of women flood their table. Many people in the club are bopping their heads to the music as famous Los Santos-born rappers, Kay-J, Viva & Madd Dogg, take the stage. The crowd goes wild while Caesar smiles at Junior as Ringo pours himself a glass. Benjamin then begins to speak.
Benjamin: Mis amigos, considering the fact that we've had a great week, tonight we celebrate like millionaires.
Caesar: Give it some time, Benny. One day we WILL be millionaires.
Benjamin: I just hope it comes before I die.
Ringo: Don't worry, it will boss... it will.
Benjamin: Well, for now let's just enjoy ourselves.
Everyone continues to have a good time. Though some rival crews are on the dance floor, nothing happens. A few hours later, Benjamin and his crew leave the club.
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Post by $avage Life on Apr 7, 2012 20:30:26 GMT -5
*Sham* - A hand shake sealed the deal as LSO became the new power of The Alhambra night club. The music was loud, the floors were packed, the prices were crazy and you were a nobody if you weren’t there. LSO had just purchased the nightclub and a celebration was in order, with none other than Sham himself standing in the manager's office, overlooking the dancefloor. LSO had been swarming all over the club and it was natural for there presence to be known, letting everyone know that this new organization was here to stay. Tropical fruit scents filled the air as cigars filled with potent marijuana were passed around like flyers, while females flocked like pigeons to bread crumbs throughout the second floor level. A bottle of Ciroc was passed to Sham and the bottom was quickly turned skyward as the youngster takes down mouthful after mouthful of alcohol. The bottle was then brought down as one of the LSO members approach’s him, carefully whispering into his ear. It had seemed as if everything had been accounted for from their raid. $500,000 had been collected as well as twenty-five thousand ecstasy pills. The messenger was then dismissed and the party continued from night into the early morning. –e-  Owner: Kelvin ‘Kane’ Dixon Manager: (Open) Operating Gang: Los Santos Outlaws Primary Use: Money Laundering Protection: 50 armed LSO members patrolling the perimeter, exterior and interior cameras, and 50 LSO members patrolling the block. Weekly Income: $ 60,000 |
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Post by Joseph Demon Climer on Apr 7, 2012 22:37:19 GMT -5
The night was warm full of laughter love and a bunch of people having a good time inside the music was bumpin girls were shaking there asses and the men just kept drinking and watching outside various gangs drove up and down the street showing off there cars. LSO members roamed the property and the corners around it making sure that nothing happened Across the street three King members "Loc, Smash, D" are sitting on top of the car wash with Binoculars watching the movement of the guards. After about an hour the club got more intense the guards started going inside and the ones working the corners took a smoke break and chilled at the entrance. D slides down off the roof he has a black book bag on he creeps across the road to the night club he looks around to make sure no one sees him D scales the large fence that goes around the entire club he gets down low and unzips the book bag inside is five satchel charges D plants them across the right side off the building. After he is done D double checks everything once he knows its secure he waves his hand up to signal Loc and Smash he jumps the fence and flees to Idlewood.
Smash and Loc stand up from the Car Wash both holding Rpg's each has one shot Loc looks at Smash " You know the NG gonna be all over this shit right " Smash nods in agreement the fire at the same time the missiles shoot across the street and hit the club where the satchel charges are. The explosion is huge it shakes the surrounding area Loc and Smash jump off the Car wash get into a Voodoo and drive off the Club is destroyed and many people have been killed.
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