Dj Gets Ready for his match ( Open to Anyone from Mafia)

Def-jam and others are in the Mafia's locer room when a stage hand appears.
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Stage hand: Def-jam, Your match is up next.
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Dj nods as the Stage hand wanders off out of the room. He, who was standing against his locker, is now sitting on the nearest bench. He looks confident but a little uneasy.

Eternal Eclipse smacks DJ on the head
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Eternal Eclipse: Man up! Don't screw this one up for us. I can see it! You're nervous. Remember that the Mafia is here for you!

Def-jam gets to his feet and looks straight at Eternal.
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Def-jam: I am not nervous. I have the match under control, it's just.... I don't know. I have a bad feeling about tonight man. I have the feeling like someone is stalking me.
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He inhales and exhales slowly.
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Def-jam: I got this.
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Eternal goes to pat him on the shoulder but Dj grabs his wrist and throws it away from him. He grabs his title off the bench salutes to the other mafia members and walks to the door.

Ghetto walks in with a baseball bat.
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GB: Tonight we once again show why we are the team to beat in this business. Def, I'm looking forward to you settling this once and for all remember out mission to prove that we are the best and we have no equals.

Defjam: I won't disappoint you GB.
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He glances at the bat.
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Def-jam: You think I can borrow that?

Ghetto laughs and hands the bat over to Def-jam
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GB: Why do you think the bat is here? You know I like guns anyways. Remember to swing for the fences. let's see if you can hit a homerun tonight.

Def-jam grabs the bat and glances back at Gb.
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Def-jam: ... Have some paramedics ready backstage...
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Def-jam slips his shades on before walking out the door. The camera fades to black.