Post by Frazier on Jan 24, 2013 19:48:26 GMT -6
Exodus Pro Episode #4
Jafreese Frazier vs. Daniel Prophet
January 27, 2013
RIMAC Arena
Jafreese Frazier vs. Daniel Prophet
January 27, 2013
RIMAC Arena
July 27th 2006
10:04 P.M.
The small arena was jam packed full with the blood-thirsty fans you can only encounter in a Mixed Martial Arts event. A faint but recognizable theme song was blasting through the PA system. A cage in the middle of everything and everyone could be seen with the remnants of the past fights, with sweat, blood, and tears being the principal ingredients of it. At the entrance, a group of people could be seen getting organized and prepared for an entrance. The song could be heard louder as the seconds ticked…
N***** stuck on stupid,
I got to keep it moving,
N***** make the same s***,
me I make the blueprint…
Without a doubt, Jafreese Frazier was about to make his entrance. Fans tried to get a reaction from him but failed miserably. The only thing on his sight was the cage at the middle of the arena, his opponent walking around the cage, and nothing else as peripheral vision did not exist for him at that moment to recognize the people around him. Loud chants of Deathgrip could be heard over “On to the Next One” by Jay Z, which was kind of surprising knowing that Jafreese wasn’t exactly…friendly you may say. Despite this, he had a very solid fan base around the MMA circuits.
The appropriate check of the fighters was made on the outside before Friz got on the cage. They searched him to see if he has something illegal on him, checking his mouth guard, checking if he has a protector cup…etc. When the entire invasive search was completed, the cage door opened…
As wide open was the door, wide open his senses were…
Deathgrip walked towards the cage and planted his two feet on the mat…that’s when the killer instinct kicked in. No one existed around him. There were no trainers, fans, no referees…anyone. The only two people in Frazier’s reality were Frazier himself and his soon to be victim.
The introductions were made, but that didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was the moment after the bell rung…and that was…now…
DING! DING! DING!
Commentator #1: Jafreese Frazier is one scary dude, man. I don’t think he understands this is a competition, but hey, I won’t say anything to him.
Commentator #2: He takes the center of the cage rapidly, keeping his hands high and calculating every move of Davey Johnson who is feigning punches and being very cautious before engaging in the attack.
Commentator #1: Johnson starts the hostilities by throwing several leg kicks that impact Deathgrip but are not really doing that much damage. Anyway, leg kicks are points so we could say Davey is “winning” the match in these first seconds.
Commentator #2: Davey continues to feign punches and land low kicks that Deathgrip is not checking. Looks like Frazier wants to end this match with a single hit. He’s just defending and stalking intensely without doing damage.
Commentator #1: Johnson hits a leg kick followed by a jab and a cross right in Deathgrip’s mouth!
Commentator #2: Johnson follows the attack on Frazier with a Thai clinch trying to land some knees but Frazier is defending well. Johnson breaks the clinch himself and steps back trying to connect a surprise right cross…
Commentator #1: But Frazier a step back too and unleashes a vicious right high kick that lands picture perfect on Johnson’s face! Johnson falls to the canvas!
Commentator #2: And just like that, Deathgrip changes the match. He rains down elbows on Johnson’s face that open up a huge gash above his right eye. Davey tries to pull guard on Frazier, but Frazier locks Johnson’s left arm.
Commentator #1: Frazier snaps Johnson’s left arm back. He’s locked the Kimura effectively! Johnson is taping out!
Commentator #2: What the hell happened? This guy is vicious! This guy is nasty! This guy is a bad, bad man! He made short work of Davey Johnson and left him hurt and battered on the middle of the cage!
Commentator #1: Mark my words…this guy will be a future World Champion. No doubt about that.
And there he was. His arms rose up as the victory was his. But did it matter? Did he feel any gratification from being the winner of that battle? Was he happy that all the training resulted in a resounding victory? He stared at his opponent as he grabbed his elbow and screamed in pain…
He loved it…
Every little second of it…
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-*- The cameras fade in at Deathgrip’s apartment. Only the back of his head can be seen as he uses the remote control to turn off the video. We see how he lays his head back on the sofa he was sitting, looking at the ceiling of his apartment. He starts what it looks like a deep thought about something while talking, still looking at the ceiling. -*-
What is victory? What is the definition of a victory? What does it mean? A mark on one column and no mark on the other…is that a victory? That is what should define me for the rest of my life? That is the reason I was who I was in MMA? That will be the reason I’ll be who I’ll be on “wrestling”? What else should define me? Tell me. Pretty gold plates on a leather strap will define from now on how good I am? What if I’m the best you could ever get in that ring, but didn’t have the opportunity to prove it right away for one of those leather straps things? Would that mean I’m not good enough or would it mean that those things don’t mean crap?
-*- Deathgrip looks directly to the television again, but still doesn’t look at the camera… -*-
What would I achieve defeating or “earning” my victory against a waste of space like Daniel Prophet next Sunday? Is that an achievement? Would that make me good in front of the Exodus Pro fan base? Would that make you like me more? Tell me please…I’m really dying to know…
-*- Frazier turns to the camera and looks at it seriously. The camera zooms slowly on Frazier’s face. -*-
Would you like me more?
-*- A little smirk can be seen on Frazier’s face… smirk that suddenly disappears after a few seconds… -*-
Maybe the fact that I don’t care about anything of that hasn’t crossed your mind yet? People are too conformist. That’s the reason I’m so far distant from humanity. I can’t grasp this notion of competitiveness over hurting your opponent. The notion of doing the right thing versus doing what you have to do. I’ve been through pain and blood long enough during my life, trying to stay alive in the streets of Compton, and yet people believe that me kicking Daniel Prophet seven feet underground would mean an impacting debut on Exodus Pro or a great start in my wrestling career... You really think that would mean anything to me? Let me tell you right now, the only impact on Exodus PRO when I step foot on that ring, will be the impact of Prophet’s body on the floor…over, and over…and over again…
-*- Frazier stands up from his sofa and gets closer to the camera. He picks it up and sits on the floor with his usual Indian style while playing on his head the thought of all the pain he could inflict at his opponent. -*-
You don’t know who you’re dealing with, and it shows. It shows by the way you talk about me on your little camera time. You’ve been wasting my time with your existence and your talking, Prophet. Someone smacked you silly on the past event and left you in a hospital, but to me, that was a reward instead of a punishment. That person was too lenient with you. With me, you don’t go to hospitals…you go straight to postmortem examination, even though everyone will know beforehand what caused your demise. I’m not here to deal with problems talking…I’m here to deal them the right way, my way…the only way I can deal them with them. The real question is…can YOU deal with them? Do you have the grit, the resilience, the testicular fortitude to take a kick from me and still be standing some seconds after? Do you have what it takes to withstand the pain I’m about to inflict upon you? I know you can’t Daniel, but I’ll just punch your life into oblivion just to make sure you get the memo crystal clear.
-*- Frazier looks at his fist for a second while grabbing the camera with one hand. He’s almost in a semi-trance before the talking resumes. -*-
I’m not here show the people my athletic prowess or my ability to put on a show. I’m here to show you why there are people that are meant to be pushovers like you and there are people that make the pushing, like me. This Sunday, I’ll unleash the fury and you’ll be the recipient of the worst beating imaginable…one that even I can’t describe at this moment. But don’t worry Prophet…my fists will draw the picture quite clear with every inch of your bloody face…
That bloody poetic face…
The face that will tell the story of the Massacre of January twenty seventh…
You’ll learn the hard way that Deathgrip is not a nickname…it is a reality.
-*- A sadistic smile is drawn on Jafreese Frazier while the cameras slowly fade to black. -*-