Session II//Meeting My Homies In LV (1663 Words)
Mar 19, 2021 11:48:42 GMT -5
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Post by John Black on Mar 19, 2021 11:48:42 GMT -5
[It opens back up to JB and his therapist Gionna, in the sunny afternoon. As they were talking, she writes some more notes on her notepad, and JB looks at the window waiting for time to pass by, then he looks at her and she talk to him.]
Gionna: Did you do what I asked for you to do?
JB: I guess so, something to do that makes me happy right?
Gionna: That’s right, can you share anything towards me?
JB: Yeah, I got some pictures to show you.
[JB then pulls the pictures out of this jacket pocket, and hands them to her. As she observes, she’s shocked to be shown what she sees. She analyze the pictures, and she talks to him.]
Gionna: So these are what make you happy right?
JB: Yeah you can uh…say that.
Gionna: Your first picture, it’s of you at a talent show back when you were small child, what was your talent back then?
[JB eyes wonder around the room, as he tries to muster up some words towards her.]
JB: Well you see, I was into Eddie Murphy as a kid, and thought I could play the Delirious route in my red outfit… I bombed it badly, so I had to come up with something else, you see.
Gionna: What was that one?
JB: Well, I started to randomly sing some Rick James… don’t remember what song, but once I got into it… I got amped up, and lit that little stage. All I remember was getting pizza afterwards with my mom at the end.
Gionna: Oh that’s good to know John, I sense that you like to be a performer. Ever thought of being an actor or singer?
[JB nod his head no, and he looks into the window again, but his phone goes off and he see’s a notification on his AW tweet of his big swing loss last Clash, he ignores it and looks at the therapist who see’s the second picture, and it shows him in his mid teens in a boxing ring posing with a title he won.]
Gionna: I see that you were a boxer in your past life, how did that come about?
JB: Well, I came from a broken home, and I was small kid in my neighborhood so I wanted to go do some boxing to relive my stress and issues; I manage to find solace in punching bags and once I got a bit older, I told myself that I wanted to box for a short time, as I was in high school.
Gionna: How much boxing did you do, and how much did it affect your school work?
JB: Well, it didn’t affect my school work, since I did decently in the process. I wasn’t a 3.0 GPA student like my fellow opponent Harvey Marx was, but I was having a hard time to study since I usually trained to box at night hours until 1 in the morning. I have no idea how I pulled it off, but I did well as I could.
Gionna: Wow, you must have been overworked and all determined to do something that makes you happy. I can sense that you needed an outlet, so you took up boxing and performing on a stage… how much did It shape you to where you are now, John?
JB: I don’t know, but I just needed to do something to pass the time. As I told you in the past, I lived in a hard and tough part of Baltimore, and I either had two choices… stay in school and pick up a hobby, or join a gang and get killed… and I’ve seen too many of my people choose that second option, and most of them didn’t make it beyond the 10th grade. It sucks but what can I do..
Gionna: When you say your people, what do you mean by that?
JB: I meant my friends who I grew up with, I had a lot since I was in elementary school until middle school. Most of them also dealt with issues too, so we all hang out and talk about what we could do to better ourselves, but after that point… they left me to join the street life, and I never heard from them again.
[JB then puts his hands on his masked face, as if he wanted to shed some thug tears, but he held back from that as she looks at the third picture. She has a smile on his, as she see’s him holding a hardcore title strap from his indie days in the mid 2000s, in his black shirt and black shorts without his mask with braids on his head.]
Gionna: Oh wow John, I see you were a different man back then. I see that you must love to perform in a ring, what caused you to join this profession of wrestling?
JB: Truth be told, the wrestling scene wasn’t in me at all. It was a mere thing I wanted to do for fun and not take it seriously, the training I did was brutal and this was after I manage to finish my masters in Comp Sci in NYU. I was chillin in Brooklyn and I saw a flyer for some training, and then I walked in… man the place smelled like shit, I almost gagged… damn I can remember how I went.
[Gionna then writes in her notes some more, then she analyzes the pictures some more, then after about ten minutes of looking into them, she hands them back to JB and she looks at the clock again and she wrapped everything up. But this time, JB hands her his number with the payment, and he looks at her as he leaves her practice. Then about a couple of days later, he arrives in Las Vegas and books himself a hotel room, as he enters the building he see’s his two friends walking about.]
JB: Hey Reggie and Tommy!
[Then both of them look at JB, and they come up to him with glee and excitement.]
Reggie: Hey JB, what you doing here?
JB: I’m here to do some boxing match in some basement next week, what y’all doing here also?
Tommy: Well, we are here to promote some other shit… you know, that show that’s comin this next few Sundays from now…
JB: Oh I see, well fellas I am about to get to my room so, if you guys want I’ll meet up with you later, just got into this two couple of hours prior.
Reggie: Okay JB, we’ll see you later.
[JB then heads into his room, and drops his luggage and lays up on the bed. He then randomly dozes off for a couple of hours until it was nightfall, then we see him in his golden mask, a button up and pair of jeans rolling with Tommy and Reggie at the basement of Shara at the entrance way, where they see the ring and the seating places.]
JB: This is where I’m gonna be next Monday, I got y’all both tickets for this shit if you want to come see this.
Reggie: Nah, I’ll be busy with my girl in the town that night. But I’ll root for you in sprit though.
Tommy: Same, I’ll be busy tryin to get my Quentin Tarantino shit on with some dancers feet, so I’ll pass also. But maybe after your done with your boxing match here, we’ll get into some fuck shit by the end of the night.
JB: Alright fellas, you both can roll out now… I’ll hang with y’all later.
[Then Tommy and Reggie leave the arena, as JB stands at the entrance way and observing the whole place, as the scene fades to black.]
====Mama Said Knock You Out!=====
“Well now that I’ve said what I needed to say towards my therapist, it’s true I guess my happiness revolves around being a performer, but to what extent? I have no clue, but that’s how I feel from within myself. Hell, I took a big swing from my boy Harvey as a finish last Clash, and I’m not even mad about that, since he’s an old school kind of wrestler anyways. So old school, he’d make Kingpin look like Lou Thesz if he had any clout.
But yeah, I wish my two homies can partake in seeing me go for three rounds with Harvey Marx in a boxing match, this coming Clash or “Dice Roll” as he puts it, because I know I can wash him, without having to Big Swing Dance him off his feet, when I can throw a left haymaker on his big body of his. He know what will hit him, because I know how to throw hands from my junior heavyweight boxing days.
Harvey, you might want to make me famous and all that, but just so you know this… I don’t need that kind of status with you, you aren’t Undertaker and I’m not Cena, but I can still kick you in Uranus.. or in this case BOX you in your Uranus until you have get knocked the fucked out by my fist in those gloves.
I won’t hold back, and I promise that I will make sure you don’t even have your crew supporting you, after I knock you down by the second round, because I know you’ll still be on your feet after 1st round anyways. Since you don’t know any techniques, I’ll have to be the one to show you how to throw any proper fist without the use of swinging me around; and on top of that, all those people that invested into your stock and bonds, will end up in debt like the loan sharks they are since they had to put faith in a slumlord like yourself.
As my boy Wesley Snipes said…
See you in the Boxing Ring… Harvey.”