Post by PANTHRO on Apr 19, 2013 15:38:11 GMT -6
Prologue: We’ll Get There.
Invincible was Hell, bodies were everywhere you looked. It seemed like it was endless carnage left and right. There was no stopping it’s destruction. Justin and myself...we got beat up really bad, but at the end of the day...I can take a moral victory from two weeks ago and sleep easy at night. LEGION didn’t walk out with belts and the best thing about it is that now, EXODUS has the power in this lil’ game they wanna play. They wanted it so bad they were willing to do anything to get it. But still, with all they did they couldn’t win the big ones. Justin and I on the other hand...we can say the same thing y’know?
I let my partner down and we ended up going home without a title. Not that we don’t mind Cannon and Park as the tag champs, it would feel good to get our hands on those tag team belts. Justin put his trust in me, and in a way I let him down and I always have a heavy conscious when it comes to working together with someone. He expected me to be on my A game, he expected A LOT out of me, and I ended up letting him down. I made a promise to myself, that I wouldn’t do that to him again.
With so much faith put into me, I can’t allow that to happen again. Brooks is a good man, a family man, someone who puts everything on the line in the ring, and it reminds me what I stand for which is probably what makes us a perfect fit for one another. At the end of the day, I’ve got to make things right with Justin, and that starts Sunday. I promised I would have his back and I damn well better make good on my promise. I can’t face someone when I break a promise...
It’s Too Much.
I’m sitting in a car listening to a blasting stereo system, with a strong smell of a blunt entering my nose. The guy wasn’t even paying attention to the road from the looks of it. He was lounging in his seat cruising as from time to time he'd raise his right hand to bring that nasty blunt to his mouth. He'd blow smoke from his nose, as if he wanted to savor the taste or something. Me, I had to sit there and take this crap while I tried to find a way to get my impressionable little brother out of a jail cell. We sat quiet in his old Pontiac, or he might have said something and I couldn't hear him over the music. I don't know, why exactly I got in the car with him, maybe so he would stop bothering me? Or maybe because I was afraid what would happen when I say "No." one more time. I sat quietly and turned my eyes towards him as he stopped at a light. That's when he paid attention to me for the first five minutes of this drive and gave me a nasty smirk. I just wanted to know what he wanted from me, so I could be on my way. Usually when Hamm wanted something he wouldn't stop until he got it. Well, I wasn't going to put up a fight with him as long as it didn't deal with some things I didn't believe in.
Roger Hamm: Yo, sorry about yo brother son. I keep tryna tell'em the streets ain't for him y'know? Get a good education, he got a future. I try and teach him the right things, but you know how young niggas is: They want everything now, don't wanna do shit to get the m'fucka.
Steve Lenton: Yeah...I feel you.
This bastard was lying through his teeth, I could feel it in my veins.
Roger Hamm: What did they lock lil' homie up for?
Steve Lenton: He got caught with weed and a gun with his friends.
Roger Hamm: Shit happens.
Steve Lenton: ....Yeah.
Roger Hamm: Ayo Steve....while we out here I gotta talk business wit'chu.
I knew there was a catch, he started to turn his music down and blazed up one more time and started to talk to me.
Roger Hamm: Now I know this week you went up to New York, went to a try out. I saw that shit on ESPN, heard the entire story. I was thinkin'...you know....I could be your agent.
Steve Lenton: Really?
This was RICH.
Roger Hamm: I graduated from college with a degree in business so I'm qualified. I mean, when you hit the pros who gonna take care of the bread while you play? Aaron can't do it, and your fam might not wanna do it. Grown ass men need to stay secure. I mean....I dabble in a lil' bit of everything now and then and I always wanted to be a sports agent.
"Hell no, why the fuck would I wanna do that. You can pull over I'll walk there." Is what I wanted to say to his face, but the nice side of me didn't want a mess. So...
Steve Lenton: Well right now nothing's official, just tried out. I don't know how my career is gonna do. But yo, I'll look you up...
I guess he wanted a yes right now.
Roger Hamm: Alright, you know where I be at.......keep in touch.
Steve Lenton: ....I will.
When we stopped at the police station, Hamm had this irritated glance on his face. He leaned back and put his blunt out and eyed the place. I glared at him, and he looked like he was going to sweat out his brain.
Steve Lenton: ....I'm gonna be right back.
Roger Hamm: Yeah, hurry up, places like this don't take kindly to niggas like me.
He gave a chuckle and then frowned slightly looking around. I got out of the car and headed inside with my wallet in hand. I had to pay what I could at the time, I didn't have a lot of money in the bank. Somewhere inside my head I PRAYED they let me play. It was more of desperation then wanting to do it now. I walked up the desk which was guarded by bullet proof glass to a woman in uniform typing away on a computer. She looked up at me and stopped slightly.
Policewoman: Yes?
Steve Lenton: I'm here to bail Aaron Booker out?
Policewoman: Aaron Booker.
She typed away into her computer and saw the name. She nods her head and calls an officer to escort me inside of the jail. I walked inside and I saw that Aaron was alone. I glare at him with disappointment filled inside of my hues. He sighed with an agitated expression on his face as he stood up to look me in the eye.
Steve Lenton: This is him.
The officer opened the door and let him go. He walked in front of me quickly and looked to be in a hurry. I caught up with him, trying to see what nerve he had to try and get away from this problem.
Steve Lenton: What the Hell are you in a hurry for...?!
Aaron Lenton: Yo I just wanna go home and forget this shit man...
Steve Lenton: Yeah, you've been gone for a day, mom and dad are probably wondering where the Hell you've been. Not to mention your "friends"...?! Didn't even have the balls to help bail you out and get you the fuck outta here...! See, it would have been easier if I didn't have to come and pick you up. You're always good at hiding shit, now you're getting sloppy.
Aaron Lenton: Know what fuck you Steve, always thinkin' you Mr. Perfect, because you got good grades and shit; Get to play ball. What about me huh...?!
Steve Lenton: Here we go with--YOU had a chance. MANY chances to turn your life around and you know what you blew it.
Aaron Lenton: No the fuck I didn't....--
Steve Lenton: YEAH...you did. If you'd put that energy to hangout with your loser friends, you would have been right where I am.
Aaron Lenton: Pff, what, makin' no money and getting dropped by teams.
I could put this lil'punk through a wall, but I forgot I'm in a jail. I glared at him and stepped in his face pointing at him.
Steve Lenton: You might have fucked up your life.....but I'm not going to do the same with mine.
Aaron Lenton: .....
Steve Lenton: ....Let's go.
I walked past him, we went to get his things and walked out of the station. Aaron looked around for my car and didn't see it.
Aaron Lenton: ....Where the truck at...?
Steve Lenton: I gotta ride.
Aaron Lenton: James? Kendall?
Steve Lenton: ...Hamm.
Aaron turned pale and tried to scope out Hamm's car. That's when he caught a glimpse at the old gold Pontiac in the parking lot. Aaron's eyes showed fear for the first time ever. I didn't know what was up...but something told me....things were going to get bad.
The Big L was ready for Spring, and sure as Hell so was Cali! Should have seen some of the ladies around here walking around like a shirt wasn't invented yet. Was I complain' no, I was just walked outside of a café with a bottle of water and a dufflebag. I turned a few times looking at the girls with a smirk. I turned to the camera and continued to walk slowly down the sunny sidewalk.
Steve Lenton: Two weeks, two full weeks ago, The Big L and his partner Justin Brooks. We stepped into dangerous territory. See, at Invincible we were in a TLC match for the E-Pro Tag Team Championships. We ended up losing, and losing to two good wrestlers. The Big L can't be mad, because The Big L's got respect for Abby Park and Johnny Cannon. Why? Because they took down two members of LEGION and in the process made sure they didn't come back to San Diego with straps around they're waists. Now The Big L, he might respect'em, HELL, we could be friends at the end of the day. But if I got the same mindset as Brooks does at the moment, it's time to shift the switch from personal....to business. And at the moment, I'm all business. The Big L, he's sweatin' not from the heat, not from the sexy booties passing him on this sidewalk--HELLO.
I stopped and rose my sunshades up to start at this brunette with the body of a goddess. I shake my head to the side, my eyes squinted. I gave a big grin and glanced back at the lens with a content expression.
Steve Lenton: Where was I...?! Right, The Big L ain't sweatin' from the heat or the ladies out here in San Diego. No, no, The Big L just got back from the gym, where The Big Bad Justin Brooks and Timmy W just showed they could hang! Clangin' n' bangin' away, getting set, getting our minds set...on winning this Sunday. We sweat together, he worked hard together, so why not WIN...together. See The Big L's gotta feelin', a good, good feelin' that come this show, we gotta good chance of winning. But it's gonna be hard, he's gonna be a FIGHT, because we got Iconic Mayhem with Erin Daniels, a tough ass cookie, as the anchor. The Big L sees you, he just hasn't heard from you. Hell, you're probably getting ready as we speak.
Tell you the truth, I wouldn't have it any other way. I look at the three of you, I see fire, passion, tenacity that Exodus Pro Wrestling is all about. It's not about how hard you get hit, it's if you can get up look at sum bitch in the eye and ask for another. You got it, shit, you probably always had it...and I look forward to this match. But noooo way...is The Big L going to go into this show...with another loss. Justin Brooks put everything he had into trusting me. Timmy W is doin' the same in this match and after hearing from him, knowing what kind of man he is, what he's done in this business and what he had to sacrifice; Tim is a guy who deserves to be on a winning team. And that....is what he's gonna get. SUNDAY. I put on those boots, I lace'em up. I lace'em up REAL good because I don't want to accidentally lose it inside of someone's ass. Because believe me The Big L's foot can be a little color blind to kickin' someone's ass. You bring your best, and my two boys will bring there's, and I guarantee...I'm gonna bring mine.
I walk past the camera and into the busy sidewalk, looking around and feeling the heat. I was ready to fight, like always, but the question was, would it be enough? For me and my team's sake?
Fade. Static. End.
Invincible was Hell, bodies were everywhere you looked. It seemed like it was endless carnage left and right. There was no stopping it’s destruction. Justin and myself...we got beat up really bad, but at the end of the day...I can take a moral victory from two weeks ago and sleep easy at night. LEGION didn’t walk out with belts and the best thing about it is that now, EXODUS has the power in this lil’ game they wanna play. They wanted it so bad they were willing to do anything to get it. But still, with all they did they couldn’t win the big ones. Justin and I on the other hand...we can say the same thing y’know?
I let my partner down and we ended up going home without a title. Not that we don’t mind Cannon and Park as the tag champs, it would feel good to get our hands on those tag team belts. Justin put his trust in me, and in a way I let him down and I always have a heavy conscious when it comes to working together with someone. He expected me to be on my A game, he expected A LOT out of me, and I ended up letting him down. I made a promise to myself, that I wouldn’t do that to him again.
With so much faith put into me, I can’t allow that to happen again. Brooks is a good man, a family man, someone who puts everything on the line in the ring, and it reminds me what I stand for which is probably what makes us a perfect fit for one another. At the end of the day, I’ve got to make things right with Justin, and that starts Sunday. I promised I would have his back and I damn well better make good on my promise. I can’t face someone when I break a promise...
It’s Too Much.
I’m sitting in a car listening to a blasting stereo system, with a strong smell of a blunt entering my nose. The guy wasn’t even paying attention to the road from the looks of it. He was lounging in his seat cruising as from time to time he'd raise his right hand to bring that nasty blunt to his mouth. He'd blow smoke from his nose, as if he wanted to savor the taste or something. Me, I had to sit there and take this crap while I tried to find a way to get my impressionable little brother out of a jail cell. We sat quiet in his old Pontiac, or he might have said something and I couldn't hear him over the music. I don't know, why exactly I got in the car with him, maybe so he would stop bothering me? Or maybe because I was afraid what would happen when I say "No." one more time. I sat quietly and turned my eyes towards him as he stopped at a light. That's when he paid attention to me for the first five minutes of this drive and gave me a nasty smirk. I just wanted to know what he wanted from me, so I could be on my way. Usually when Hamm wanted something he wouldn't stop until he got it. Well, I wasn't going to put up a fight with him as long as it didn't deal with some things I didn't believe in.
Roger Hamm: Yo, sorry about yo brother son. I keep tryna tell'em the streets ain't for him y'know? Get a good education, he got a future. I try and teach him the right things, but you know how young niggas is: They want everything now, don't wanna do shit to get the m'fucka.
Steve Lenton: Yeah...I feel you.
This bastard was lying through his teeth, I could feel it in my veins.
Roger Hamm: What did they lock lil' homie up for?
Steve Lenton: He got caught with weed and a gun with his friends.
Roger Hamm: Shit happens.
Steve Lenton: ....Yeah.
Roger Hamm: Ayo Steve....while we out here I gotta talk business wit'chu.
I knew there was a catch, he started to turn his music down and blazed up one more time and started to talk to me.
Roger Hamm: Now I know this week you went up to New York, went to a try out. I saw that shit on ESPN, heard the entire story. I was thinkin'...you know....I could be your agent.
Steve Lenton: Really?
This was RICH.
Roger Hamm: I graduated from college with a degree in business so I'm qualified. I mean, when you hit the pros who gonna take care of the bread while you play? Aaron can't do it, and your fam might not wanna do it. Grown ass men need to stay secure. I mean....I dabble in a lil' bit of everything now and then and I always wanted to be a sports agent.
"Hell no, why the fuck would I wanna do that. You can pull over I'll walk there." Is what I wanted to say to his face, but the nice side of me didn't want a mess. So...
Steve Lenton: Well right now nothing's official, just tried out. I don't know how my career is gonna do. But yo, I'll look you up...
I guess he wanted a yes right now.
Roger Hamm: Alright, you know where I be at.......keep in touch.
Steve Lenton: ....I will.
When we stopped at the police station, Hamm had this irritated glance on his face. He leaned back and put his blunt out and eyed the place. I glared at him, and he looked like he was going to sweat out his brain.
Steve Lenton: ....I'm gonna be right back.
Roger Hamm: Yeah, hurry up, places like this don't take kindly to niggas like me.
He gave a chuckle and then frowned slightly looking around. I got out of the car and headed inside with my wallet in hand. I had to pay what I could at the time, I didn't have a lot of money in the bank. Somewhere inside my head I PRAYED they let me play. It was more of desperation then wanting to do it now. I walked up the desk which was guarded by bullet proof glass to a woman in uniform typing away on a computer. She looked up at me and stopped slightly.
Policewoman: Yes?
Steve Lenton: I'm here to bail Aaron Booker out?
Policewoman: Aaron Booker.
She typed away into her computer and saw the name. She nods her head and calls an officer to escort me inside of the jail. I walked inside and I saw that Aaron was alone. I glare at him with disappointment filled inside of my hues. He sighed with an agitated expression on his face as he stood up to look me in the eye.
Steve Lenton: This is him.
The officer opened the door and let him go. He walked in front of me quickly and looked to be in a hurry. I caught up with him, trying to see what nerve he had to try and get away from this problem.
Steve Lenton: What the Hell are you in a hurry for...?!
Aaron Lenton: Yo I just wanna go home and forget this shit man...
Steve Lenton: Yeah, you've been gone for a day, mom and dad are probably wondering where the Hell you've been. Not to mention your "friends"...?! Didn't even have the balls to help bail you out and get you the fuck outta here...! See, it would have been easier if I didn't have to come and pick you up. You're always good at hiding shit, now you're getting sloppy.
Aaron Lenton: Know what fuck you Steve, always thinkin' you Mr. Perfect, because you got good grades and shit; Get to play ball. What about me huh...?!
Steve Lenton: Here we go with--YOU had a chance. MANY chances to turn your life around and you know what you blew it.
Aaron Lenton: No the fuck I didn't....--
Steve Lenton: YEAH...you did. If you'd put that energy to hangout with your loser friends, you would have been right where I am.
Aaron Lenton: Pff, what, makin' no money and getting dropped by teams.
I could put this lil'punk through a wall, but I forgot I'm in a jail. I glared at him and stepped in his face pointing at him.
Steve Lenton: You might have fucked up your life.....but I'm not going to do the same with mine.
Aaron Lenton: .....
Steve Lenton: ....Let's go.
I walked past him, we went to get his things and walked out of the station. Aaron looked around for my car and didn't see it.
Aaron Lenton: ....Where the truck at...?
Steve Lenton: I gotta ride.
Aaron Lenton: James? Kendall?
Steve Lenton: ...Hamm.
Aaron turned pale and tried to scope out Hamm's car. That's when he caught a glimpse at the old gold Pontiac in the parking lot. Aaron's eyes showed fear for the first time ever. I didn't know what was up...but something told me....things were going to get bad.
The Big L was ready for Spring, and sure as Hell so was Cali! Should have seen some of the ladies around here walking around like a shirt wasn't invented yet. Was I complain' no, I was just walked outside of a café with a bottle of water and a dufflebag. I turned a few times looking at the girls with a smirk. I turned to the camera and continued to walk slowly down the sunny sidewalk.
Steve Lenton: Two weeks, two full weeks ago, The Big L and his partner Justin Brooks. We stepped into dangerous territory. See, at Invincible we were in a TLC match for the E-Pro Tag Team Championships. We ended up losing, and losing to two good wrestlers. The Big L can't be mad, because The Big L's got respect for Abby Park and Johnny Cannon. Why? Because they took down two members of LEGION and in the process made sure they didn't come back to San Diego with straps around they're waists. Now The Big L, he might respect'em, HELL, we could be friends at the end of the day. But if I got the same mindset as Brooks does at the moment, it's time to shift the switch from personal....to business. And at the moment, I'm all business. The Big L, he's sweatin' not from the heat, not from the sexy booties passing him on this sidewalk--HELLO.
I stopped and rose my sunshades up to start at this brunette with the body of a goddess. I shake my head to the side, my eyes squinted. I gave a big grin and glanced back at the lens with a content expression.
Steve Lenton: Where was I...?! Right, The Big L ain't sweatin' from the heat or the ladies out here in San Diego. No, no, The Big L just got back from the gym, where The Big Bad Justin Brooks and Timmy W just showed they could hang! Clangin' n' bangin' away, getting set, getting our minds set...on winning this Sunday. We sweat together, he worked hard together, so why not WIN...together. See The Big L's gotta feelin', a good, good feelin' that come this show, we gotta good chance of winning. But it's gonna be hard, he's gonna be a FIGHT, because we got Iconic Mayhem with Erin Daniels, a tough ass cookie, as the anchor. The Big L sees you, he just hasn't heard from you. Hell, you're probably getting ready as we speak.
Tell you the truth, I wouldn't have it any other way. I look at the three of you, I see fire, passion, tenacity that Exodus Pro Wrestling is all about. It's not about how hard you get hit, it's if you can get up look at sum bitch in the eye and ask for another. You got it, shit, you probably always had it...and I look forward to this match. But noooo way...is The Big L going to go into this show...with another loss. Justin Brooks put everything he had into trusting me. Timmy W is doin' the same in this match and after hearing from him, knowing what kind of man he is, what he's done in this business and what he had to sacrifice; Tim is a guy who deserves to be on a winning team. And that....is what he's gonna get. SUNDAY. I put on those boots, I lace'em up. I lace'em up REAL good because I don't want to accidentally lose it inside of someone's ass. Because believe me The Big L's foot can be a little color blind to kickin' someone's ass. You bring your best, and my two boys will bring there's, and I guarantee...I'm gonna bring mine.
I walk past the camera and into the busy sidewalk, looking around and feeling the heat. I was ready to fight, like always, but the question was, would it be enough? For me and my team's sake?
Fade. Static. End.