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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Dec 21, 2009 22:37:37 GMT -5
The Westside Crack Den includes:
15 Guards
A back room for Young Hoover to watch over things on the security monitors
5 Armories
7 Surveillance Cameras
2 Game Consols
2 Bathrooms
A Kitchen
1 Floor
A garage with two purple sabres in it
A Large TV
3 Chairs
2 Sofas
Owner: Young Hoover
Protection: Baby Ballas
Supply Line: Russian Mafia
Income: $500,000
Upkeep: $250,000
Amount of product sold: 50 Kg
Clients: San Fierro Rifa, Benny Blanco
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Post by Orlando Madison on Jul 28, 2010 20:37:31 GMT -5
Orlando is smoking some weed with the head OG of the Baby Ballas, Young Hoover. Suddenly, one of Orlando's low-ranked scouts storms in:
Scout: Orlando! Them TGM niggas drove through our hood not to long ago. They peeped that GSF nigga you fucked up, & they helped him up.
Orlando laughs:
Scout: I also heard that TGM leader, Trey, say something bout getting back at the Ballas for this.
Orlando: So what homie? It's not like they know which Ballas did it. Them fools are from Ganton, so they probably think one of our Idlewood sets did it.
Orlando straightens up:
Orlando: Don't worry bout it homie. I'll tell the OG's to keep an eye out for them fools though, aight?
Scout: Aight.
The Balla scout gives Orlando a pound and gives Young Hoover a nod. He then leaves as Orlando turns to Young Hoover:
Orlando: I'd better get my troops ready for a gangwar.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 11, 2011 4:09:28 GMT -5
Benjamin & his boy, Caesar, walk up to the front entrance of the crackhouse. They're stopped by a large Balla with a purple rag covering his face, guarding the door:
Balla: Who da' fuck are you?
Caesar: We're here talk wit' Young Hoover.
Balla: Talk 'bout what?
Benjamin: ...Business. Just tell 'em Benny Blanco from the northside is here.
The Balla takes a good look at both men for a few seconds:
Balla: Aight, wait here.
He then goes inside and comes back out a few minutes later with two more Ballas. They frisk Benjamin & Caesar and confiscate Caesar's 9mm pistol:
Balla: Hoover's waiting for you inside Mr. Blanco. He's been expecting you.
Benjamin turns to Caesar:
Benjamin: Ay Cee, wait out here. Aight?
Caesar: What? Benny, why? What if some shit pops off while you're inside?
Benjamin: Trust me amigo, ain't shit gonna' happen to you. These putos know better. Wait by the car, I'll be back out in a lil bit.
Benjamin then grabs a suitcase from the car and enters the building. He makes his way to the back room. There he finds Young Hoover, head OG of the Baby Ballas, sitting down with a glass of Hennessy. Benjamin takes a seat and sets the suitcase down beside him:
Benjamin: So I hear you're the guy to talk to 'bout some product. That true?
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Aug 11, 2011 4:38:27 GMT -5
Young Hoover straightens up with a grin and looks Benjamin in the eye:
Hoover: That all depends on how much product we're talkin' 'bout here, homie. I ain't one of them small-time chumps from Chicano. You wanna deal wit' da' big boys? You gotta have big boy cash. Usually ma' going rate is 10 G's per kilo. But since you've got a reputation on the northside, I lower it down to 5 G's per kilo. Take it or leave it ese.
Young Hoover then takes another sip from his glass.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 11, 2011 4:44:50 GMT -5
Benjamin lays the suitcase on a nearby table and opens it up. Inside, he shows Young Hoover $20,000:
Benjamin: 20 G's, all in unmarked bills amigo. I'll take four keys in exchange for this big boy cash, cabron.
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Aug 11, 2011 4:56:58 GMT -5
Young Hoover's grin fades away:
Hoover: You're in ma' house wit' no guards, no guns, and a suitcase full of money. I could put a bullet in yo' brain right now and just keep ma' drugs & your money.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 11, 2011 4:58:12 GMT -5
Benjamin: Yeah, you could. But the question is... are you gonna do it, puto?
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Aug 11, 2011 4:58:56 GMT -5
Young Hoover smiles as he closes the suitcase:
Hoover: Ayo Tiny! Set ma' man up wit' four kilos of our finest shit!
Young Hoover then begins to laugh:
Hoover: Oh, you got balls homie. I like that. You're ma' type of nigga.
Young Hoover sets the suitcase down as a Balla walks into the room with a large duffle bag. He tosses the duffle bag to Benjamin's feet:
Hoover: Pleasure doin' business wit' you. Comeback soon.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 11, 2011 5:02:07 GMT -5
Benjamin looks inside of the duffle bag and finds four kilograms of raw, uncut crack cocaine. He closes the bag and stands up:
Benjamin: You'll be hearing from me again real soon.
Benjamin then gives Young hoover a pound, picks up the duffle bag, and meets Caesar outside. The two then drive back to Chicano with their product.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 13, 2011 0:20:50 GMT -5
Three weeks later, Benjamin sends Caesar to pick up another set of kilos. This time Caesar has brought $50,000 with him in a small book bag. He pulls up to the front of the crack den and leaves his 9mm pistol in the car. He brings the book bag with him. As he approaches the front door, a Balla soldier stops him:
Balla: What chu' want ese? This ain't no fuckin' fiesta.
The Balla soldier begins to laugh:
Caesar: Benny Blanco sent me. I'm here to do business wit' Hoover.
The Balla soldier then puts on a straight face. He frisks Caesar and doesn't find anything:
Balla: Go ahead in. He's in the back room.
Caesar walks in and enters the back room. Young Hoover is there, partying with several prostitutes. Caesar tosses the book bag at his feet:
Caesar: That's 50 G's, cash. Courtesy of Mr. Benjamin Blanco. He wants 10 keys this time. Comprende?
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Aug 13, 2011 0:46:19 GMT -5
Young Hoover has all of the hookers briefly leave the room. He picks inside the bag up and dumps all of the money on a nearby table. He smiles at what he sees:
Hoover: Nice. Business must be goin' well for ya'll tacos on the northside... ten keys, huh? That sho' is a lot of product. Is Benny sure he can handle this many kilos without worrying 'bout the LSPD?
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 13, 2011 17:14:21 GMT -5
Caesar: Benny knows what he's doing. And yeah, shit's been goin' pretty smooth for us "tacos" on the northside. Now we gonna' do business, or do I have to take this money elsewhere?
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Aug 30, 2011 0:48:11 GMT -5
Young Hoover grins:
Hoover: Okay, okay. I see you wanna' get straight down to business... Bam Bam! Bring out 10 keys!
A Balla soldier then walks into the room several seconds later with a large black duffle bag. He tosses the bag to Caesar:
Hoover: See ya' soon, ese.
Young Hoover and the prostitutes then begin to laugh.
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Aug 30, 2011 0:51:05 GMT -5
Caesar: Yeah, whatever.
Caesar checks inside the bag and sees the product. He then closes it and walks out to his car. He then drives back to Chicano.
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Post by Joseph Demon Climer on Mar 20, 2012 2:56:36 GMT -5
A Member of the Kings Named Smokey walks up to the Crack Den he is greeted by some ballas who let him through he walks to the back where Young Hoover is at Smoke sits down. Hoover: Yo whats sup smoke dog what you up to Smoke: Sorry Hoover but word came from the Temple Drive OG you can sell on this block no more Hoover: What fuck that shit you know how much im making man go tell that puck as bicth to come down here and shut me down Smoke: Alright man but hey i brought you some weed we picked up on are trip to Fierro i will leave it with the guy out front Hoover: Alright see you later homie Smoke gets up gives Hoover some dap and walks out he sets the bag down in the middleof the room and leaves the crack den. A guard for the Baby ballas walks over and unzips the bag "Aw Shit" Beep....Beep....Beep.  |
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