One afternoon a young man by the name of Leroy is packing his books away into his case, His lecture has finished and after a long session he is preparing to make his way home. He has been studying law for the past eight months and is aspiring to become a lawyer. Sliding the last book into his case Leroy waves to a few of his class mates as he exits the lecture hall. Feeling a little tired he takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh as he makes his way down the corridor and out of the building. As Leroy leaves the campus he passes several other students and hears pieces of the conversations as he passes, something about a mass shooting or turf war in the City. Leroy feels a little uneasy as his path home takes him right through the streets where the gang war was reported to of taken place. A little uneasy he makes his way home. 

As Leroy approaches the city centre he begins to spot bullet casings littered around on the ground, bullet holes in walls and car doors, Cracked and shattered window screens and side mirrors. The street is quite now, but it does not make him feel any safer. The further down the street he walks the more gruesome the scene becomes. Blood splatters along the road and walls, Guns laying on the ground, Body's being photographed and moved by police investigators and paramedics. Chalk lines up and down the street outlining where men once lay. Leroy try's to focus on walking straight forward and ignore the sights around him, but his morbid curiosity gets the better of him. He see's men riddled with bullet holes, some with limbs shredded and removed from shotgun fire. Leroy decides to get off of the main street and take a back alley, a slightly longer route but he has seen all his stomach can take for one day. 

Making his way into the alleyway he takes a few deep breaths and try's to put the sights to the back of his mind. As he walks further into the ally he notices a few blood droplets, Getting thicker and more frequent the further he walks. Leroy notices bloody foot steps and puddles of blood leading around a corner in the ally, Although it was the opposite turning to the one he planned on taking, He decided to follow the blood trail. Leroy makes his way round the corner and looks down the ally, He see's the blood trail leading right up to a corpse. Untouched in hours, the police must of missed this one. Leroy approaches the body and notices a beautiful lime green coat lined with fur and now stained with blood. Leroy steps around the body and takes a look at the mans face, Beautiful diamond encrusted glasses sit askew on his face, the frame now bent and crooked. Leroy slowly tucks his foot under the mans shoulder and slowly rolls him from his side onto his back, As the mans shoulder hits the floor Leroy hears a rattling sound and watches as a cane falls from the dead mans grasp and rolls a few feet away from the body. Intrigued Leroy walks over to it and crouches down for a closer look. The cane is beautiful, It is long and black with golden trims and jewels encrusted along the length of the cane, The handle is a beautiful golden orb with a fancy criss-cross pattern around it. Leroy notices something written on the cane but the print is small and he cant make it out. Reaching out Leroy picks up the cane and brings it closer to his face so he can read the inscriptions. 

it reads,  Pimp Lorenzo       Pimp Gerald        

As he ponders for a moment Leroy notices two new words slowly appearing on the cane, A little freaked out he brings it closer to his face once again to better see the words now appearing 

Pimp Leroy 

Leroy lowers his arm now very confused. He wonders for a moment if he is seeing things or just very VERY tired. Leroy takes a few steps while he ponders his own consciousness, Leroy suddenly realises that his hand is beginning to feel rather hot. Looking down at his hand to his disbelief he see's that the cane is now glowing and rapidly increasing in temperature, Leroy tries to open his hand and drop the cane but his hand remains clenched tight. shaking his hand now panicking the glowing becomes more and more intense and bright. a kind of visible wind begins whipping around Leroy and appears to be coming from the cane. The winds becomes faster and faster as light now seems to be exploding out of his hand where he is gripping the cane, his hand now glowing he feels a peculiar sensation as the heat begins to make its way up his forearm. Feeling very dizzy and scared Leroy begins to hear whispers, like somebody is passing on secrets meant only for him. As he listens the glowing intensifies until he is engulfed entirely by it  words begin to appear within his mind, Phrases and sayings. " Y'know what i'm saying?"........"BITCH"........"Y'all holding out on me bitch?" ......."Smack a bitch if y'all want to be rich!"..........

Leroy finds himself begging to whisper these words as they appear in his mind, each one being imprinted into his personality. Equations begin appearing in his mind and burn into his thoughts "Pimp+Bitches=Money!".........."Pimp+More Bitches=More Money".......

Leroy doesn't understand what is going on, Because this is no ordinary pimp cane. This is the one cane, The cane of pimp legends. The cane of myth and mystery. The one cane to rule them all, The one cane to find them. The one cane to bind them all and in the alleys sodomise them.

The knowledge of the canes previous hosts now  being infused into Leroy's being, his personality, his soul. 

Leroy opens his eyes slowly. He had blacked out during the process and has just woken up. Confused and still clutching the cane he makes his way to his feet. looking around the body of the man in the lime green suit is nowhere to be seen. Leroy looks down to his feet where to his surprise he does not see his tatty trainers but a pair of smart black leather sparkling shoes. On further inspection it appears he has changed wardrobe entirely. Leroy  looks in a window and sees he is now wearing a deep red long coat with a furry collar, A large red hat with a purple feather tucked into the band and a pair of sparkly shades. Before he has time to process this he is startled by a bin being knocked over behind him. He swings round quickly and is met with a woman standing right behind him, Before he has a second to think his had fly's up and comes down hard and fast, Connecting with the woman's cheek "BITCH" he yells without thought as he slaps the fuck out of her. The woman hits the deck and stays on the floor looking up at him with a strange look of pleasure on her face. Leroy realises there are now in excess of thirty women walking down the ally towards him, Quietly whispering amongst themselves .  ..... "he has the cane"......."Its our new daddy"......"the cane has chosen our new daddy"......"we are safe again".....

Leroy can not explain what has happened to him, but everything just feels right. He knows who and what he is. He is the fabulous, The amazing and genius. The most spectacular, Pimptastic pimping prodigy to ever walk these streets. Arm in arm with his new bitches Leroy begins to exit the ally with the most swaggeristic swagger one has ever seen. The world is blessed, The pimp line continues.