Post by Jody Madrox on Nov 17, 2023 0:00:19 GMT -5
It opens to see a woman getting involved with an Odin look-alike at a bar, and we see Jody and JB looking down at the bar and they don’t look at her when she and Odin look alike. Then a couple of nights pass, Jody see’s the woman getting involved with Jonny Credone look alike in some mafioso like situation at an Italian restaurant as he passes by the window. Three nights passed, she was seen marching down the streets of the D with a TJ look-a-like in protest about BLM towards the local government building. Then the final night, Jody comes to his crib and see’s the woman in his bed laid up with two dudes that looked like Wayne Austin, Chase, and Niobe in a foursome situation. Then about a week past, and we see Jody and JB at a rooftop somewhere as they talk about what's been going on.
JB: Jody, what have you been up to man? You haven’t gotten my calls for a minute man.
Jody: Fuck bruh, I was dealing with this chick in the D where she was basically throwing it up towards people who looked like who i’m facin next week.
JB: Damn, that’s some cold shit. Why would she do that to you?
Jody: I don’t know… guess, she just felt that I wasn’t involved with her. She wanted me to get upset, and have me lash out, but i said fuck that and moved on. Can’t think Latisha would do me dirty like this.
JB: Man, I think she was plotting with you been tellin me about her when we are on the road. I think she tried to make a pass at me on the DM’s too.
Jody: Did you take the bait?
JB: Fuck nahh… I already got a girl at home.
Jody: Oh, damn you do? How does she deal with you being on the road with our thing.. I know she feels somethin about that.
JB: I mostly call her every other day, you know something simple. Let me be honest, before I met her I was basically throwin my D around like a dog. But now, i’m getting too old for that life now, so i’m just chilling with her. I think she told me she has a sister who’s younger than her, and I think we should do some double date shit down the line when we aren’t as busy on the road.
Jody: Oh I will think about that, just for now i’m going to pass on the shot. Speaking of which, I have no idea why i’m involved with the battle royal for a tag shot. I feel like I am misplaced as hell.
JB: You shouldn’t feel that… you got six other people, and who knows you can be paired up with one of them as a final two.
Jody then paced around on the rooftop, and he simply leaned over the ledge to think about the possibility he could win and be paired up with one of them. Then he comes back towards JB, and he pulls out a 40oz to take a sip of it, and passes to JB who declines. Moving on to somethin else, Jody confronts Latisha who was creepin with the Niobe Martin lookin chick naked on his bed, as he pulls out a pistol and aims at them both. The white chick got out of the bed jumping out the window with her stuff. Latisha then held the covers tight in fear.
Latisha: WHY ARE YOU DONIN DIS SHIT!?
Jody: You creepin on the low, that’s why I'm doing it.
Latisha: You know I can call the cops and have them arrest you! I got connections in these streets that will put you away for good!
Jody: Oh well, guess what… I might be soft… but I've done the jail shit since I was 16 years old. I am not afraid of the law, because they don’t give a damn about me… so Latisha, i dare you to call the cops. I’m waiting…
Latisha hesitantly pulls out her phone, and she tried to dial 911 with Jody aiming the gun at her. Before she could dial it, he pulls the gun down on the floor out of anger. She ended up not calling the cops, as she quickly gets out of his bed and got her clothes off the floor and leaves his house. After things cooled down, Jody was in his mini study room near his living room where he was sitting by his desk, looking at the gun he placed on the table. He unloaded the pistol and tossed the bullets in the trash. He opens up his laptop, and he opens a blank doc to write some stuff to air his thoughts.
“Not going to lie, I kinda gotten myself way off the deep end. I guess I need therapy or something, but I need some help to control my anger. You could say that I was a angry child in the D, not being heard, or not being street enough. My older half brother was idolized, but yet he was in and out of prison that I never got to truly knew him, just those visit booths is what I always see him in. Up until he died, I didn’t know him.. The real him.. Just this street guy. Caught up with the street shit, and that is what I don’t want.. Like they say, you can take the boy out the hood, but the hood can’t leave the boy.
When I came back to wrestling, I wanted to find an outlet to be able to be myself. I knew full well that I wasn’t going to be the guy. I never want to be “the guy” because it will lead me into tryin to fill the shoes of my late half brother. Fuck, I am just scared… i’m conflicting my own issues and beliefs over something that most people think isn’t real. Since I got back into this shit, people including Latisha, kept sayin “Oh you doin dat fake shit! Get a real job!” and it’s not better on those wrestlin sites that shittin on me and what I stand for. Fine by me, let them hate and hate on till the wheels fall out.
Just like Latisha creepin with half of the people who could pass off as my opponents, they are just as my enemies as anyone else would think of. Tell me what’s going on? I guess I was too much deep head in the sand, I forgot that I needed to keep myself guarded by people gon fuck me over. Just like these six people who I know would backstab me if I was the final 2 in this battle royal for the tag titles.
I know Odin would rather be anywhere else than in this, and too that I say I can’t blame him. He might think he’s above this sort of thing, but he knows he could carry both tag belts himself on his Matt Morgan shit. I know someone like Jonny would also be anywhere else, maybe tryin to make someone sleep with the fishes with his boring in ring style, that would make Soprano’s proud. Those two, I know they might feel like they don’t need a partner, but they know they can be eliminated from this match, and not knowing they could have been tag champs.
Then there’s TJ and Niobe, the two whom I've encountered about six hundred times that wouldn’t shock me that they could be the last two in this thing, the same two who I can’t remember how many times they ganged up on me. But they too, are thinking they are above this shit but know they could be eliminated by one another out of spite and beef they have towards one another, ruining their unholy union for tag straps at the PPV.
Then the last two are Hot Shot and Chase, two most blandy bland I could envision that would have a boring ass reign as tag champs if they survived as the final two. I mean, if the Brotherhood need some dog food to squash at the PPV, then oh well not my issue since I might not even be on the show at all. But they two can be eliminated or they eliminate themselves out of it to not see that potential of a boring match for the straps.
Then here’s me, the odd man out of this equation. I’ve pretty much been subpar at math, but I know that odd numbers don’t divide into shit. I’m the 7th person in this match, and I can be the outlier of this whole thing. I could eliminate everyone one these people, and run the risk of not sharing the tag team contendership which would make the battle royal moot and voided. BUT out of some semblance of fucks, I hope I can share with one of them as my final 2 and be able to prove that I can share something that many other teams has….. The admiration and respect towards someone who may take me into the promised land of tag scene dominance.
So yes, I will not outright kiss these people’s asses but I do wish them good luck, because I know deep down inside, that I will be the one standing in that ring. Come hell or high or high water, I know that they would want to take the odd man out to make it even and fair, to that I say fuck that noise. I might be NOT picked to be paired up with as a final two, but I will prove that I can handle myself in the ring when it comes down to it.
Either I come out as one of the final TWO….or not…
I still can fight to one day get myself involved with the tag scene….one day.”
Then from there, Jody had saved his word doc on his computer, then he turned off his laptop and he decided to fix himself a drink in the kitchen as the scene faded into the AW logo.