They say if you brawl under the lights at The Project, a pugilist’s true aura emerges. For some reason, when Ganja brawls, his glow is a dirty tinge of green. The sports complex that is The Project is home to an assortment of rings. Depending on the kind of fight a pugilist has is the one that is determined before a match-up. Certain rings act as a natural habitat or a fatal death trap for others. The BEF Pit, as they call it, is a beholder of many masks and its true identity lies behind an Alleged Kave, an urban legend long lost since the formation of the sports complex.

Chosen for this particular BEF, The Den. The ring itself sinks into the floor, surrounded by a padded wall. Outside of the ring, a narrow moat area separates from the crowd above. This is the Warhol and Pusha’s domain as The Den is too small to accommodate many occupants. A competent builder could jab a guess that the ring is about ten by twelve dimension-wise.

Notorious Naj’s BEF with Ganja Grin is one that has been stewing for a while behind the scenes. The coily punk pugilist infamously known for Lace ’ N his bestus. Some say Naj is the one responsible for giving Ganja his frown scar that forms an inverted V-shape. 

Pusha T-Raw and Ganja Grin make their way to the prep room, where they link with the rest of the unit, Second Pusha M.D. Q and Bonita Applekeys. The role of a Second Pusha or Mad Doktas as they are more affectionately called, is the maintenance of the pugilist. Providing treatment in an attempt to keep The Show going by any means necessary.

Q as a Second Pusha is the very definition of the aforementioned. Juxtaposed to Pusha T-Raw, Q had a more flanken-cut slab. His clothes were always baggy and hanging low. Hair was a curly golden brown, most of the time tied in a ponytail. Q’s signature steez was the two-tone doo-rag he’d wrap around his head, which had the initials M.D. grilled onto the right side. Whenever Q donned the mantle, he would turn into one of the most resourceful Pushas a pugilist could hope to have in their corner. 

Next to Q, the fairest Boxa’s-Honey-Ice-Tea, Bonita Apple Keys. Hair tied in a bun, sporting her signature steez with overalls and a bandana. Knowledgeable in the field of pugilist blight, she was useful to have when it came to mending the pain.

The cad Second Pusha retorted, “G-son, it’s the G.G.B kid looking like an L-Seven CD case. Do any box snitch’n lately hehe?” the towering slab snickers prepping Ganja’s gear. 

“Silence punk!” The Ganja Grinning Bastard jabs back. 

Bonita steps up to Ganja handing him his grinna “How ya box’n Ganja Grin?” Her pusha way of asking how he’s doing before a fight.

Ganja grins “ With jabs and a grin, Ms. Bonita. I’m square.”

“You can’t slip past me, first a BIP and now this BEF with Notorious Naj. Honestly, I don’t know why you choose the pugilist’s life to begin with.” Bonita peppers. “I just came to see you off, I got a shift tonight, so I can’t stay. See ya later, Box Vill’N” she says making her way towards the exit.

Second Pusha Q.W. pulls Ganja to the side, “Careful with that one G. If I know anything other than push’N, it’s women. If you remember anything I push for you then let this be it: BHITS get boxas BIP’D.”

The signal is given for Ganja to appear in the ring.

 Box Check, Show’s On.

INT. BEF DEN – NIGHT

Enters Ganja Grin with T-Raw and Q chained to him like a Cuban link. The Grin Unit wades through the crowd to the designated moat area. Naj already in the ring, saunters in his steps back and forth awaiting his O.P.P. Warhol Vaude hypes up the crowd with his theatrical tactics.

VAUDE: Project BEF coming to ya pugilist fans and I’ma tell ya one time! O-O-O-O-One-Two-One-Two. Some Pugilist’s Dreams stay dreams!

CROWD: And others come true!

VAUDE: I’m your Warhol for the evening, Warhol Vaude, blessed with the gift of gab and all that jab. Tonight we have the sly slip’n New Gack. His B-Steez, a Battler pugilist. Already has three Beaten In Peaces this volume, which include other New Gacks like Mack Charles, The Marsupial, and Art the Kombatant. His signature snake leather bestus is the Dose Echis! BHITs, and BEF fans give a Project BEF welcome to New Gack: NOTORIOUS NAJ!

The Tribe comes to a halt as Ganja enters the ring.

VAUDE: His OPP for the night… if you don’t know this pugilist, you will tonight! His B-Steez is that of a Test Tube. His bestus, The Grin’N Goose. BHITs and BEF fans give it up for Carswood Project’s very own egregious Box Vill’N, The Ganja Grin.

CROWD: BOOO! 

Q Tightens his doo-rag.

M.D. Q: Our Gack-ass sure is popular. He’s on his way to Primetime with this much love and tenderness. 

T-Raw tips the brim of his snapback downward. 

T-RAW: What do you expect? Vaude knows as well as I do, there are pugilists chiseled from granite you root for and others molded by dry clay that you cast out. Ganja’s a cast out.

Ganja meets Naj in the middle of The Den.

NAJ: I’ll lights you out before the night is over…Box Vill’N! 

Ganja lifts his head and grins. 

GANJA: Let’s go then punk, I am raw!

The two opposing punching pugilists get in their readied stances. With the pugilists’ lead hand, their forearms touch opposite of each other. The pugilists off-hand does not have the bestus on, but fortunately are made to be easily equipped as slipping your hand in your pocket. This gives a fist-quick draw feel to the beginning of the matches. The slab is hit. Naj gets First Fist with his viper strike tactic. Ganja turns his head, so the move barely scrapes the right side of his face. The Box Vill’N bag backs using his tactic, the Tik-Tok. Ganja feels the scrape and grins.

GANJA: Mmmm… grub! 

Ganja’s grin quickly fades, for in the blink of an eye the shifty pugilist had turned into an anthropomorphic snake with a G.L.U.V! Ganja’s legs turn as if they are stone. Ganja only snaps out of this daze when his Pusha calls out to him. 

T-RAW: Wake up out there dork! Get in your ginga!

Naj quickly shifts in for another strike. Ganja evades like a drunkard being unable to walk in a straight line. Naj continues on the offensive with Viper Jabs and Krait Krosses for combinations. Interchanging between a run-of-the-mill pugilist and a cobra creature with gloves on. It became clear to Ganja, the shifty pugilist was Lace’N, but it wasn’t until after the first round, Ganja decided to say something. The slab is hit again. The pugilists have a brief stare down. Naj still in his anthropomorphic state glares at the Box Vill’N. Ganja grins, takes his bestus, and flicks his chin agitating the nasty New Gack. Pushas rally around the pugilists-like mechanics in a race-car circuit. T-Raw plays his part giving Ganja a verbal combo of worries and woes. 

T-RAW: Jab check dork! What the hell was that in the first round? 

M.D. Q probes Ganja’s grin for loose maxillomandibular fixation screws.

M.D. Q: Word, I-was-like ding T-Savage, this Gackass forgot how to fight. 

GANJA: Shut up punk! I handle my beef, just got distracted is all. 

M.D. Q caters to the laceration on Ganja’s mug. 

T-RAW: Stop talk’n the ounces Ganj’- what do ya mean distracted?

GANJA: For a split second… after Naj grazed me, I saw the punk morph into a snake– like an actual snake T!

M.D. Q: Hmm, sounds like a chemically induced pheromone Lace. Lemme’ check my bag, I might have a balm to help ease the symptoms. 

T-RAW: This cat is Lace’N. This isn’t a No-Holds-Barred match. We should end the fight right now.

GANJA: Whatever happened to opportunity comes a knock’n T? Is this how we respond by calling it quits when they Lace the ol’ grin? Show’s On… I can put on.

T-Raw tips the brim of his snap up. 

T-RAW: Reverse phystcology huh? Alright Ganja, grin and be happy boxa boy.

The slab is hit. 

T-RAW: Keep your guard up and maneuver with ginga. 

GANJA: Grin grin.

VAUDE: Box check, Show’s On!

Round Two begins. Nasty Naj quick on the draw would have gotten First Fist again had it not been for Ganja’s guard tactic. As Naj strikes with his left, Ganja slips inside while pinning his right bestus to Naj’s. This tactic creates an opening for the pugilist to either hit the body or the head. Ganja grins. He Booms a left hook to the mug. Naj molts the punch, launching another strike with his left. Ganja rocks to the other side as he connects with a Bap right hook. The Notorious New Gack  jerked his right towards Ganja’s last known position. A duck and a left uppercut later, Ganja ends his tactic.

GANJA: Boom-Bap-Pow! 

The agitated Naj slips away to recuperate while the egregious Test Tube basks in his goonish glory. 

GANJA: Gimme Gum Mo! Wanna go another round, Gimme Gum Mo! Wanna poison yo punch, Gimme Gum Mo! Need an ass whip’N, Gimme Gum Mo!

Naj shakes his head in incredulity. Some fans either boo or chuckle at the Box Vill’N. For T-Raw and Q this was nothing new as they’ve tried to reform the former Adrenaline Junkie, but to little avail. 

M.D. Q: Uh-oh, looks like Ganja is exercising his right to be a Gackass! 

T-RAW: Damn that boy’s playful nature, hate it when he acts all hype. One day it’s gonna get him BIP. 

VAUDE: And the Box-Vill’N talks his smack as Notorious Naj remains docile from his tactic. 

Ganja goads his grin while flicking his chin with his bestus.

The two pugilists turn into feral animals with basic instincts instead of tactics. Lunging in for an attack, slipping, and bagging back. Going back and forth like a mongoose and snake of the wild. Ganja eventually breaks the cycle by running around like a chicken with its head jabbed off. This warrants a call from the presiding Warhol.

VAUDE: Foul on this Gackass for prolonging the B.E.F with no pugilistic intentions. New Gack Notorious Naj, you get a free jab check. 

T-Raw adjusts the brim of his snapback. 

T-RAW: Dangit Ganja, you play too much! 

The pugilists stand one inch away from each other. 

NAJ: Dose Echis will BIP that grin right out of you. 

GANJA: Getsgo then punk, I am raw!

Naj shifts his eyes for a spot to strike. The Nasty New Gack sinks his hook in Ganja’s liver. Ganja goes down on one knee, barely keeping himself up. Half of his face is in silhouette. 

VAUDE: Pause! One, two, three, four… 

Ganja hastily rolls into a primal movement and back onto his feet. Vaude looks square into Ganja’s hemispheres and asks the question all pugilists must answer when they stumble.

VAUDE: Do you want to continue the show? 

Ganja Grin grins egregiously.

GANJA: I am the Ganja Grin. You can beat me and knock me down, but I’ll get back up and be grinning from ear to ear while doing it!

VAUDE: The show continues then!

Just as the pugilists are about to start back up, the round ends. Ganja returns to his corner.

T-RAW: Ganja, stop playing around and do the tactics we learned. 

M.D. Q: Typical behavior for an L-seven.

GANJA: I’m not gonna front you T, that tactic really goosed my inner grin. This might be the one I get BIP’D.

T-RAW: Mhmm…lucky for you, I’m your Pusha. Okay, I think I have an idea. Naj seems to always over-shoot with that cross of his. Ganja if you line yourself with Vaude, then ginga out the way at the last second then…

GANJA: Oh- you’re a five Pusha T-Breezy!

The Third BEF continues. As T-Raw implied, Ganja made sure that Warhol Vaude was behind him when he positioned himself. Ganja knew that if he baited Naj about his jabs, the shifty pugilist would do the opposite. Naj coils his Krait Kross to cut Ganja’s grin. The only thing Naj cuts, however, is the veil of his own shadow. And Warhol Vaude’s shades. The next minute the Warhol is straight up tripping on Lace. As a result, the BEF ended inconclusively. The show was over. 

Naj supposedly got banned from the Carswood Project shortly after. Not the first time he’s been caught Lace’N. As the tribe drove down Roadwork Alley, they couldn’t help but spot-punch the question: Who BIP’D the Purple Pugilist? 

Somewhere along Roadwork Alley, Naj makes his walk of shame home with his backpack and G.L.U.V.S tethered to it. In front of him is a figure in a black suit, white collar shirt, long necktie, and oddly enough shades (yes at night). The stranger walks to Naj with hands in pockets. 

“Hey- you’re that Notorious Naj fellow ain’t ya?” The skinny slab inquired. “New Gack, that was a rough set back there. Too bad you couldn’t B.I.P that Test Tube, what a shame.” 

“Well, there’s always the next BEF,” Naj jabbed, shifting himself past the stranger. The stranger stops Naj from passing with his hand. On that hand, a G.L.U.V. 

“You mean if you wake up from this B.E.F that is.” The stranger smirks as he pulls down his shades with his other bestus hand. In one swift motion, the stranger lays Naj out with a jab to the windpipe, then another to the nose. Naj is Beaten In Peace.