“Murray’s Cheesesteaks and New Drama, Next!”

“…and welcome back,” a toothy, wide and bright smile emerged from behind a dark corner. Blair Blaise even winked at his camera, a slight dimple appears in one cheek; but it’s the eyes that the lady viewers love the most. Well, his voice, too; even his trademark, “it’s time for justice, baby!”

“So, right before our break, we introduced you to Shalayla and Dominic. Now, Dominic has been a bad boy; a cold playa. And, after one too many hall passes, Shalayla has had enough, and wants her man to start spending his intimate, quality time, at home. Well, Brianna, Dominic’s dom, is not taking this news kindly, and has promised that Dominic will be her slave, in front of Shalayla, here on our show. Shalayla has said she will have to do it over her dead body, so you know what that means, killas — it’s time for — ”

“Street! Justice!” the studio audience claps and hoots and hollers; and a bell rings loud and back to back, like a chuckwagon supper call. Shalayla ties her hair up and pulls a mouthpiece from her sports bra, and Brianna holds a miniature whip, smacking a thigh wrapped in latex, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and…

“Put em up, bitches, and get ready to fight,” the tenor in Blair Blaise’s octave deepening, rabid, and ominous.

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