Boogie's heart was racing.

Out of fear? Don't be ridiculous. The man ate the finest cuisines off panties for dinner and lounged in the most exclusive strip clubs the world could offer. So if death were to knock on his door he'd look Grim in his eye and make him his bitch.

Boogie ran down the street of Detroit with elegance never seen to humans before. Instead of steps it was as if he was floating over clouds. He stopped on a dime. Now was his chance to wreck some shit.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Three bodyguards were dead and the fourth wounded. Boogie quickly steadied his aim and his adrenaline pumped with the force of a thousand butt plugs.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Two more gone and one more wounded.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This time it was four dead with one wounded.

Boogie's pants got tighter. Not because he was shitting himself due to all the excitement. No. Never. Instead he was getting an instant hard-on after seeing the blood of CH's bodyguards splatter on his clothes. He sat in a empty alleyway. "Too quiet", he thought to himself but fuck it. He whipped out the walkie-talkie to speak after he lit a cigar.

"Yo TM! Did you see the way that bastard did a backflip after the bullets hit him in the cheeks? I wouldn't trade my job for anything in the world. Anyways, you know those pair of handcuffs and that whip I lent you? Yea I've been meaning to ask fo..."

Click. BANG!

Boogie- hated when he started daydreaming about his nightmares. Since his dad was murdered he'd been getting a sudden urge to join the family's business. He once wanted to become a porn star but there was something about the mafioso lifestyle. The women. The clothes. The money. Dammit! His father made it seem so easy. 

One major key written in the good ol' journal? Presence is everything.

In the honor of the great seducer himself, I'll be opening my own entertainment company in honor of my father. 

                                                                                      October's Very Own. 

Boogie- started handing out papers to anyone stupid enough to take items from a complete stranger.

Our future content will or will not include:

- Once in a lifetime interviews at length with various celebrity mafioso.

- DatBeezKneez: Want the scoop on the latest war? Look no more!

- Nudes of Squishy in his prime.

- Horoscopes.

- Tips to make your mafioso experience one for the ages.

- The formula to beating the unstoppable LA/NY tandem.

 

This is the only entertainment OVO has put together so far. Obviously the list will expand as time moves on. We'll also be providing advertisement for anyone and all businesses willing to be advertised FREE OF CHARGE. All we ask for is your birth certificate and social security number.

                            

                                                  LOOKING TO HIRE

• Writers
• Editors
• Strippers
• Most importantly: Anyone that can offer a great laugh

All employees will be paid at a nice rate as long as they provide great content. Any slackers will be shot dead. Joking of course! seriously you'll be shot dead.

<font color="#333333" size="1">Now if you'll excuse me. I have some highly anticipated interviews to do. Any business inquiries? Feel free to contact me. Any donates? Please feel free to contact my assisstant by calling her unusually long and weird phone number:</font>

                                                                                          Anonymous Key
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TM finds himself enjoying a moment of peace and quiet, a virtue in the aftermath of the last couple of days. Reaching into his coat he grabs his pack of cigarettes and in the moment of lighting one he is handed the announcement to a new entertainment business. He is about to throw the paper away before his eyes catch a name... Boogie-. Only several hours before he stood with the young mans father, A proud man working in service for his Godfather and his city. TM can remember the shot, he was standing right next to Boogie Sr. The very man who among all within the Hounds Of Justice who had welcomed him, and who TM had come to trust shortly afterwards. He steps off the car he was leaning on making his way to Boogie-.

"Your old man and I, I was just talking too him when it happened. He was a great man, I respected him a lot. Seeing you move towards this venture on your own tho, you have my admiration. I hope in time there are others who support this entertainment business. You know you have my full support, and who knows maybe ill help out more directly if need be."

TM Shakes Boogie-'s hand sliding an envelope into the sleeve of the mans coat, the old school mafioso smiling as he departs to attend to his business.

I just want to point out that you can NOT ask me to do an interview. The interview section of OVO is INVITATION ONLY. Thank you to everyone showing enthusiasm and I'll get around to those worth the interview in due time.