Post by John Black on Nov 30, 2021 19:13:24 GMT -5
55th & North Street Baltimore- November 23, 2021
[At 5am, JB was outside of a his friends house where he was about to leave the party, as soon he was in his car he heard gunshots fired in the house and everyone fled the house. As the place was empty, he slowly comes back inside the house to see his friend and other people all dead on the floor in the living room. He fleas before the cops come to the place, about few hours later he was inside a coffee shop where he see’s guy named Marko who had a starbucks coffee sitting next to him. JB was slightly cold towards this guy as he tried to give him some dap.]
Marko: What’s up dog? No love?
JB: No, I need to know what the fuck went down at that party that got lit up?
Marko: Sessh, look all I know is that someone put a hit on you, since you been involved with being on the radio. Someone ended up interjecting the hit, and it was a mess dog. You got lucky, and I think you should leave town.
JB: I anit leaving this town over some bullshit, look do you remember that concert for X-Dawg last month ago?
Marko: Hell yeah dude, you killed that shit… do you think that guy had his goons scout you out here? If so, I guess you are a d-boy now!
[JB slaps Marko in the face, and people in the shop look at JB as he looked at them back with a mean glare. He then gained his chill, and takes a sip of his coffee, Marko then pulls out a pistol at JB, and JB manages to slowly pull out his and he blasted him in the leg under the table. Then Mark limps his leg, and he watches him leave the shop as everyone was screaming. He leaves the shop with his head low as he left a tip on the table.]
Rooftop- November 30, 2021
[JB stands at the same rooftop, where he stared at the city in the nighttime in the cold in his jacket, as he drinks some sprite out of his flask. He then walks around the roof top to let out his thoughts on this cold night.]
JB: Looks like I am a wanted man, I guess my life of being a good and simple man are waned if I have to stay in Baltimore, can I fucking live or what? My mother and my grandma and my whole family on my mom side would be shocked to see what has become of me. Now, I have to watch my back in the streets just like my back in the Action Wrestling, I can’t sleep enough to know if someone will try to take my life or what’s mines.
I might NOT be the typical street thug, but I know how to play the game well enough to balance it out. I have been in the trenches from my youth to now, and now I am the most wanted man to ever walk on this company. I am the TV Champion, and I have to ask this question…
CAN I LIVE?...
CAN I LIVE…AS THE TV CHAMPION?
I got Odin, who claims to be the former TV Champion who think he’s a threat to me and my well being, I’ve seen people who don’t got chicken shit legs, and be dealing with people who work in authority in jail. I know that he’s been Oz’ed out harder then Vindel could even dream of. When I heard of him, I remember that guy in some battle royal, all I know Is that he couldn’t get the job done, and now think he wants that smoke.
So Odin can be the predator, but I know I’ll be prayin on his soul to be either back in his stint in jail or being regulated as someone’s else bitch in some Aryan Nation shit, he don’t know who’s he fucking with.
Then I got this low level one bit thug Vindel, who think stealing at some sex shop is such a cool thing to do. Unless he think he’s the cook from Spun, then he needs to know that he isn’t shit compared to Odin or his so called Laywer. Vindel thinks he another much of a man to be feared, the only thing I fear his him being a petty thief with a prop gun. He might be wanted in the state he’s from, but he couldn’t be close to pull some Escobar shit I did prior my life in the wrestling thing.
Overall, Odin and Vindel and I are a like with some shady shit in the forefront, but what we are different are in is the fact that I am still holding the TV Title in Action Wrestling, if Sunday comes and one of them end of getting this belt off me, I’ll be just be on the sidelines as two of these low bit thugs fight for scraps to prove how much of pathetic cats they be.
I have enough to lose in this match…
I have no fear of not having things in my favor….
If it all ends on Sunday, or anytime in my life, then I guess I can be at peace with knowing that I have did the unthinkable to survive in the streets and in Action Wrestling. So, to those who pray for my downfall, and I’m not talking about my homeboy who wrecking shit in Action Wrestling… I mean to those who hope that I end up falling off hard on ground zero…
FUCK Y’ALL AND HAVE A BLESSED LIFE
I’m out of things to say to myself in this rooftop.
[Then it cuts to the skyline, as the scene fades to the Turmoil logo then fades into blood red.]