Before The Throne {The Prequel to Kingdom} {An Eminem Story}

Chapter Two.

Sunday

9:00 p.m

Milton Keynes, England

"That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dicks. That's how dudes be gettin' sick. That's how dicks be gettin' drips. Fallin' victims to this shit, from these bitches on our dick. Fuckin' chickens wit' no ribs, that's why I ain't got no time." Marshall sung into the mic.

The crowd screamed and cheered, singing along with him and Obie Trice as they sung their song Drips from The Eminem Show album. Marshall along with D-12, Obie, Ludacris, Xzibit, Papa Roach and plenty of others were on the European leg of the Anger Management Tour. It started off great, but grew a little hectic once they got to Milton Keynes.

The fans were getting annoyed and restless with the stage changeovers and began to throw bottles filled with liquor, water and even urine to the stage. One of the bottles ended up hitting Xzibit during his set and injured his jaw. Luckily, they were able to get the crowd calmed down and resume with the rest of the show.

Marshall performed songs like Kill You, Stan, Cleanin Out My Closet, Drips, Superman with Dina Rae and Without Me.

When his set was finished, he thanked the fans for coming out and gave his signature middle fingers to the cheering audience. He walked off the stage and was greeted with man handshakes and daps from his D-12 crew.

"Good shit out there, Doody." Proof patted his back.

"Appreciate it, man." Marshall gave a small side smile.

"Aye, we partying tonight?" Kuniva asked.

"Hell yea. What you askin' for?"

All of them shared a laugh and began conversing with one another backstage while they waited for the show to finish. When the show was over, Marshall and D-12 got into the SUVS that were ordered for them and got in to head to the club.

They arrived at Club Chemistry and headed towards the VIP section of the club. A few women noticed him and gave him flirty waves and winks. He responded with a few winks himself and licked his lips, causing the women to nearly fall to the floor. The guys got comfortable on the couches in the VIP section and one of the club workers approached them with a smile. She had long dark brown hair and her breasts were pushed up in her black cropped tank top.

"Hey, guys. Welcome to Club Chemistry. Can I get you guys something?" She asked, her English accent strong.

"Yeah, five minutes in the bathroom and your number." Marshall looked her up and down.

She blushed and cleared her throat, "I meant something to drink."

"Hennessy for sure." Proof told her.

"And some Barcardi." Bizarre added.

"Some beer, too." Marshall nodded.

"You got it."

The club worker smiled and walked away to get their drinks.

"Yo, anybody checked on X? How's he doin'?" Marshall asked.

"Paul said he called to check on him during our set. He said he doin' aight. Suffered a broken jaw, but he'll be good." Denaun nodded his head.

"That shit was crazy, though. How the fuck folks just started throwing bottles and shit?" Swifty shook his head.

"That could only happen on the Anger Management Tour. It fits too fuckin' well." Marshall joked, causing the others to laugh.

The fellas continued their hilarious conversation as the club worker came back with their drinks. Soon, drinks were pouring and flowing and they were acting goofy and silly in the VIP section. A couple of the guys even took the advantage of dancing with a few girls at the club. There were a good amount of girls who tried to catch Marshall's eye, but he wasn't really going for it. He couldn't deny there were a lot of beautiful women, but he wasn't all that interested.