Jermain “Bad Intentions” Taylor VS Kelly “The Ghost” Pavlik
Tonight Jermain Taylor (27-0-1, 17 KOs) denfends his title against Kelly Pavlik (31-0, 28 KOs) inside Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, NJ. This very close fight is very under the radar (In fact, I almost forgot about it) but could be one of the best of the year.
Pavlik, (from Youngstown, OH, the home of Ray “Boom Boom” Manicini) was very impressive in his last fight, a destruction of heavy handed Edison “Pantera” Miranda. Taylor was uninspired in his last victory against Cory “Next Generation” Spinks.
Pavlik should be the hungrier fighter, Taylor more experienced. Should be a good straightner.
My friend “Ian” just picked me up at the Sydney International Airport. Feeling lovely. I had planned to spend some time picking up girls in King’s Cross, eating mad Kebab’s, and laying up at Bondi Beach and some of the northern beaches. Ian, though, immediately upon seeing me, says “Before we go out tonight, we have a bitta work to do…” I immediately got a bad feeling about what this “bitta work” entailed…
Men at work: Land down under
Before I get into that, let me back up first and give you the data sheet on Ian. Although I have not seen Ian in years, I have known him a long time from my London days flipping beans. Ian is actually from London, a true G, sharp dresser, fast cash, fast with his hands, quicker with the heater and fearless. Shrewd, tough, with bundles of nerve and heaps of dash. When we first met, only a fool wouldn’t be able to tell he was going places. However, His ambition sometimes gets him in trouble, for example, a bird in Belmarsh.
One of Ian’s highlights in Belmarsh was stabbing a top dog in the neck. I asked Ian why he stabbed the guy; Ian said “The bloke was being a real pain in the neck…”
INXS – Devil inside
After Ian’s time in Belmarsh, he was accused of some crime he didn’t commit and decided to “fuck off to where the water runs down the plughole the other way…” Hence, the reason I am meeting him in Sydney. Since he got to Australia, Ian had become an unholy terror and doing very well for himself. He is currently acting as sort of an “independent rep”, Standover man, doing collections, and various odds and ends for the top firms in Sydney and Melbourne.
So anyways, back to the “bitta work” we had to do. Apparently, this Sydney independent drug dealer we will call “Sami” had ripped off an associate of Ian’s. Bad move. Sami also apparently fancied himself as some kind of pseudo-playboy and a “Jack the Lad” as Ian says. Our job for the evening was to heist Sami at his crib. We got to keep the cash and jewels, Ian’s man upstairs got to keep the drugs. Sounds like a fair deal, only I had no interest in a “bitta work”, I wanted to be spitting lyrics at Aussie girls at the swank confines of Hugo’s Lounge in Kings Cross. Ian assured me we would go to Hugo’s afterwards, drinks on him. I was still far from gung ho. Then he told me Sami was a woman beater and I said I was all in. I hate women beaters.
Ian and I got ready, suited down (me in two button black pinstriped custom number, Savile Row, side vents, peaked lapels, Black Prada shirt, Grey Brioni Pocket Square, Prada loafers, Beretta 9mm with silencer, and ski mask in pocket. Ian was in a two button bespoke Armani, grey shirt by, I think, Canali, lace ups by A. Testoni, Glock with silencer, and also a ski mask. I probably looked more sinister overall, but Ian did have on a “brilliant” pair of lace ups.) We jumped in the Durango 75 and the engine purred away real horrorshow, headed for Sami’s crib in Double Bay.
On the way to Double Bay, Ian told me stories about some of his recent collection techniques. I will spare you the details, but many of them involved pliers and an acetylene torch. The tales, especially those involving the acetylene torch, made me want to throw up the airplane cuisine I had consumed hours earlier.
We pulled up a few blocks away from Sami’s huge crib in “Double Pay” and hearts pounding, palms sweaty, made our way there with a quickness. Posh crib, making it snow in Sydney must be good. I tried the front door, and unbelievably it was unlocked (note to drug dealers, always lock your front door). We made our way in like Leopards going for the kill and saw Sami on his couch watching TV, in a robe and flip flops, a pile of beaks and cash in front of him. Ian was on him before he knew what happened. Ian pistol whipped Sami twice, good shots I must say, and Sami went limp with some red, red kroovy coming out of his head. Heart doing somersaults, I checked the house for others and the safe. No other people. The safe in the bedroom closet (note 2 to drug dealers; don’t put your safe in obvious places).
Who can it Be Now- Men at Work
As I made my way back downstairs, (beautiful panoramic view from Sami’s crib, by the way) I noticed that Ian had Sami tied up and bolt cutters around his toes (note 3 to drug dealers, never wear flip flops). Sami was smarter than he looked; he gave up the combination right away and the location of his ill gotten stash. Even smarter, he gave us the right combination. Ian wasn’t fooling around, and neither was I since I wanted to get a cocktail in my system. Maybe some grilled Barramundi. Anyways, the contents of the safe were decent. Heaps of Australian dollars, which is good because the US dollar is pretty weak right now. Some decent diamonds as well, upon quick inspection. I wish I brought my loupe (note to self).
I went down stairs and showed Ian. He then said, holding his bolt cutters, in a disguised voice, “Go back to the car, have a lookout, you don’t want to see the next part, Mate”. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I still was feeling queasy from the airline omelet I ate. Poor Sami, (well not really, he did seem to be quite the wanker) in the future he shouldn’t put holes in his manners, especially in regards to women.
Overkill – Men at Work
Ten minutes later, Ian was at the Durango, we jumped in and the engine purred away real horrorshow back to Kings Cross.
After fencing the jewels (I am glad Sydney fences work late) and splitting the spoils, Ian and I were 23G Australian richer. I think I just paid for my trip. And since this was now a “working” vacation, I can write off my drinks and hotel tonight, right?
A little later, we walked into Hugo’s like two Titans. Or more like two G’s coming down off a heist-fueled adrenaline rush. Skipped the line, no need to pay a dime, didn’t hang my coat, but now it was time to move to the forefront make my rounds, Say peace and give a pound, have a drink, get down.
It’s a mistake – Men At Work
Hugo’s was filled with fly Aussie Nightlife Princess Contenders, black dresses, high heels, most of them curiously rubbing their noses. This should be fun. The bartender quickly made us two Goose and Soda’s, mad unnecessary extra limes. That’s how they do it in OZ. A fly blonde Aussie girl comes up to Ian and introduces herself to Him. I can’t believe it. In honey’s fairness, I really don’t think she got a good look at me, since my back was turned when I was ordering drinks. Ian goes to sit down with the Sheila on a couch. Guess who is paying for the drinks?
Anyway, I needed to simmer down from the “bitta work” we did earlier. I take a huge gulp of Goose and light up a Parliament Ultra light. Thank God they let you smoke in Hugo’s, or I might have to have a word with Hugo.
On my third Goose and soda, two fly girls Fiona (half Greek and half Aussie) and Jilka (half Persian, half Aussie) come up to the bar (Australia is quite the melting pot). I said “Hi” to Jilka; she showed her dental work and said I looked familiar. I touched her on the hand, I had to feel her. Fiona did the same. I then said, “
You should know by now how this ends…do me a favor…
Here is one of the many differences between regular guy and The G:
When a regular guy finds out a fly girl has a boyfriend he says, “Too bad she has a boyfriend…”
When a G finds out a fly girl has a boyfriend, he says, “What the f*ck does that have to do with me?”
Earlier in my life, I had an infamous era where I caused terror and only dated girls with boyfriends. Still to this day, dating girls with boyfriends is as relevant as ever to The G. Really, the only clear disadvantage to dating girls with boyfriends is that the boyfriend could “OJ” you. So if you want to play it safe, avoid ex-NFL running back’s girls or other people like syndicate guys with “arms that reach”. And I can tell you if OJ came after me, I would have made a hero out of him. I have seen highlight films of him, and he is mad fast, but he is not faster than my hollow tips. I might have heisted his crib too, “the ski mask way”, I am sure his crib had some sports memorabilia I could unload on some Koi Fish Cats I know. (And I am not talking about that dope production on “Ski Mask Way” by Disco D on that 50 Cent track. Disco D, rest in peace…) I am not saying OJ “did it”, keep in mind, I was not there and he was found “not guilty” on all counts. Which means, he is innocent in my book and our justice systems. We have to have faith in our justice system, right? So, don’t play “The Most Dangerous Game” unless you have the proper skill set (The G Manifesto on “The Most Dangerous Game” coming soon…)
Side note:
If you want to know the real truth, I was the one who dropped off Nicole in Brentwood to meet Ron. I am just playing. But I did drop Lewinsky off at the White House.
50 Cent – ‘Ski Mask Way’ produced by Disco D
As long as the boyfriend is a civilian, a celebrity guy or some other weesh regular guy, you have the green light. What is a civilian guy going to do? Although, I am far from the toughest guy in the world, and I hate violence on the innocent, I am known internationally to carry the steel and to be a first rate Pistolier. And I have friends in my crew that would kill for me. And I have a rolodex of guys I know that will body you for a price that I can afford. Again, what is some celebrity guy going to do? “Act” like he is going to beat me up? That stuff only happens on the silver screen (one place you will never see my beautiful hair and brutally handsome mug). So here are some obvious advantages to dating girls with boyfriends:
Increasing your dating population
Many beautiful girls already have boyfriends. So, if you just try to swoop single girls you are cutting your dating pool down. We don’t want to do that. Look at it like the Animal Kingdom. If you are the Alpha, you are not going to let some beta guy get a fly girl. Think, you are actually doing the species a favor.
Big Pun, My Turn (50 cent diss) (there is something aboug Big Pun that I relate to. If I had futuristic lyrics, I would say what Pun says…Big Pun RIP…)
More free time
Girls will always want to spend time with their boyfriends and do the kind of things boyfriends and girlfriends do like, I don’t know, argue over nonsense. This gives you more time to practice Zippo tricks, scheme so you don’t have to give tipsters their cut, and get measured for Custom Suits. This also leaves you a lot of free time to do real important things, like swooping other girls.
Jadakiss, Im an Animal, Freestyle, 50 cent diss
Pets
Many fly girls today have little dogs and puppies and stuff. We all know these little guys are not house trained too well. If a girl has a boyfriend, you don’t have to spend as much time with her and her little dog. The big advantage of this is you don’t have to clean up everytime her little Maltese named “Pumkin” gets excited and pees on your red and green imported Italian marble at your crib, like they have in the de’ Medici Tombs in Firenze. Boyfriend guy is cleaning up after some little Yorkie named “Dolce”. I currently have a deal with a fly Nightlife Princess, that she has to drop off her Maltese at her boyfriends crib prior to hanging out with me. I can’t help but laugh when I hang out with her, knowing boyfriend guy is cleaning up after little “Boo Bear” while I am swooping his girl. I know it’s brutal, but in my defense, he is a wack Mortgage broker guy, who wears striped shirts and voted Republican. So you could say I am being easy on him. Get on my bad side, you get stepped on like Puro Coca.
Sheek Louch- Bag ‘Em Up (50 Cent Diss)
Car Problems
Girls are creatures that have many problems (I am sure guys have many problems as well, but I am not interested in guys, nor do I follow their patterns). Car problems are something girls always have if you date them. Yes, little fly girl, you should check the oil every time you get gas. By not being their boyfriend, they will never call you for these unbelievable hassles. Boyfriend guy can call Triple A or dust off the jumper cables. You can kick back at your crib, spark up a smoke and watch “Style Wars” for the eight thousandth time.
Style Wars, The Truth for the young G youth
Money Problems
Girls also constantly have money problems. Chemical Peels, Breast Augmentations, Honey mint body wraps, and Broach d’Orsay pump Manolo Blahniks can add up. The more you date a girl, the more she has her hand out. Even high society girls start rubbing their fingers together after a while. Let boyfriend guy handle the financial end, while you can just handle the bedroom end, which anyways, is my particular field of interest.
Styles P – Good Times
Gifts
If a girl already has a boyfriend, you don’t need to buy her any gifts (it’s not a bad rule of thumb to “go out of town” the week before a girls birthday or Christmas. I am Swayze come the holiday season, preferably in Saint Bart’s). This can really make a difference to the financially challenged upwardly mobile G. It can really sting if you have to throw down a couple G’s for Leiber Crystal Clutch with Austrian crystals for a girls’ birthday present. This also saves you the pain of trips to the malls. Personally, I would rather spend a few hours in Sing Sing than a few hours at some suburban mall (and keep in mind, I hate Sing Sing, but obviously, we are more Amongst Friends at Sing Sing and there are way more interesting people at Sing Sing than some suburban mall). But maybe that’s just me.
Emotional issues
If a girl has a boyfriend, guess who is going to deal with her emotional problems? That’s right, him.
Girls with boyfriends are in many ways “the perfect girl” if only for a night. Hit hard. But be careful who you are messing with. Keep eyes in the back of your head. You know I am not going out like Stanley Ketchel…
The Rest is Up to You……
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
AKA The favorite Heist man’s, favorite Heist man
The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
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There have been alot of people asking me about the New Kanye West album and the song “Good life”. Here they are. My little brother, Nicholas Alfonso Mason, AKA The Jaguar helped me with some of the samples.
Kanye West – Good Life Feat. T-Pain explicit full version (sample Michael Jackson, PYT)
Kanye West – Good Life Feat. T-Pain, New Video
Michael Jackson – PYT (Pretty Young Thing)
Kanye West – Everything I am (co-produced by DJ Premier)
Kanye West – Champion (sample from “Kid Charlemagne” by Steely Dan)
Kanye West – Barry Bonds feat. Lil Wayne
Kanye West – Can’t Tell Me Nothing
Kanye West – Drunk And Hot Girls (samples from “Sing Swan Song” by Can)
Kanye West – Flashing Lights (Ft. Dwele)
Kanye West – The Glory (samples from “Save the Country” by Laura Nyro)
Kanye West – Homecoming
Kanye West – Big Brother
Kanye West, John Mayer – Bittersweet Poetry
Kanye West – Can’t Tell Me Nothing (Remix) ft Young Jeezy (sample from “I Got Money” as by Young Jeezy and backing vocals by Connie Mitchell)
Kanye West – I Wonder
Kanye West – Stronger (samples from “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger” as performed by Daft Punk which in turn samples Edwin Birdsong “cola bottle baby”)
