Tears of a Hustler 2 (25 page)

The next day, Loco stepped outside and saw Gun Playin front of the building, waiting for him. “What’s good five?” He said as he and Gun Play did the Blood handshake.

“Out here early tryna catch these potheads,” Gun Play said, scanning the block for potential customers.
“Fuck all this nickel and dime shit. Where all the homies at?”
“Which ones? It’s mad Blood niggaz out here” Gun Play.
“Listen I’m about to go hit up 125th street and cop a couple of fits. (Outfits) I want you to round up all the real Blood niggaz in the hood, and we gon have us a little meeting at the end of the week,” Loco explained.
“Say no more,” Gun Play said as he sold a bag ofweed to a customer out in the open.
“Listen, I’mma scream at you later before we roll out to the club tonight,” Loco said as he flagged down a cab. * * * *
G-money parked his CLK 55 down the block from Club Mars 2112. “Open the glove compartment and hand me three stacks,” G-money ordered.
“What you need all this money for?” Eraser Headasked as he handed G-money the stacks of money.
“So we can get our stunt on tonight,” G-money said, turning to face Eraser Head. “We gotta let the streets know that we still got the strongest team out here, smell me?”
“I can dig it,” Eraser Head said as him and G-money exited the Benz.
G-money slid out of the driver’s seat wearing all black with a crisp pair of Nike Boots. The three iced out chains he wore around his neck, clanked and clacked with eachstep he took.
As the two men bopped down the block, they could see the line spilling around the corner.
“Damn, the bitches is out tonight,” Eraser Head said out loud, as he tossed a piece of Winter Fresh in his mouth. The two men got wicked looks and whispers, as they skippedthe long line and headed downstairs to the main entrance. “What it’s looking like in there?” G-money said as he palmed ahundred dollar bill and slapped it in the bouncer’s hand.
“Its mad bunz in there tonight,” the bouncer said with a smile.
“That’s what I like to hear,” G-money said as he and Eraser Head slid past the metal detector and entered the club. When the two entered the club, immediately the heavy bass from the speakers slapped them in the face, followed by the heat.
“Yo the V.I.P. section is this way,” Eraser Head yelled over the music as he noticed G-money walk pass theV.I.P. area.

Meanwhile outside the club, Loco and Gun Play slid out the back of the cab looking like new money. “Damn this line is long as fuck!” Loco grumbled.

“Yeah, but look at all these hoes out here,” Gun Play pointed out.
“I can’t remember the last time I seen this many women in one spot,” Loco admitted as the two hopped on the back of the line.
When 50 cent’s song “I Get It In” came blaring through the speakers, the whole club went crazy. As G-money and Eraser Head snaked their way through the club, people he knew and a few people he didn’t know greeted him by giving himdap. The two men reached the bar and each man ordered a bottle of champagne. G-money popped open the bottle and took a deep swig, when he noticed a thick sister with dreads that came to the middle of her back standing at the end of the bar. “Damn that ass got my name written all over it,” G-money motioned towards shorty at the end of the bar.
“Yeah, shorty is good money,” Eraser Head said as he watched G-money head in the female’s direction. “Yo see if she got a friend for me,” he yelled out.
As G-money approached the woman at the end of the bar, he noticed she held a half empty cup in her hand. Without asking, he walked straight up to the girl and filled her cup with champagne.
“Ummm excuse yourself,” Dread head said, placingan open palm on G-money’s chest.
“What’s the problem?” G-money asked with a confused look on his face.
“You don’t just come over here and pour that shit in my cup. For all I know, you could be trying to poison me or something,” she snapped as she sat her cup at the end of the bar.
“Let me buy you another drink to make it up to you,” Gmoney offered.
“That’s all you had to do from the beginning,” Dread head huffed.
A smirk played on G-money’s lips. “What you drinking ma?”
“I’ll take a Long Island Iced Tea, and my friend here,” Dread head said, motioning toward her redbone friend who stood next to her.
“I got you ma,” G-money replied as he waved Eraser Head over. “This my man E right here,” he said, introducing Eraser Head to the redbone as he handed both womentheir drinks.
“So what’s your name?” G-money asked as he turned up his bottle.
“Yolanda,” Dread head answered with a smile. “I’m G-money,” he extended his hand.
“No, what’s your real name?” Yolanda chuckled. “G-money,” he replied again with a straight face.
“So G-money,” she made sure she dragged out his name. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“Well I love money and I love beautiful women,” he said as he held Yolanda’s wrist, and slowly spun her around so he could get a good look at her ass.
“You like what you see?”
“Fa suga dell,” G-money licked his lips.
Yolanda was about to respond until her favorite song came on. “This my song,” she sang as she got in front of Gmoney and began shaking her ass.
G-money immediately placed one hand on her hips, threw his bottle of champagne in the air, and did his best to catch it as she threw it.
“Damn it’s hot as fuck in here,” Loco said with a frown, as he began sweating as soon as he and Gun Play stepped in the club.
“Let’s hit the bar. This your second day home, I’mabout to get you bent,” (drunk) Gun Play yelled over the music, as he lead the way towards the bar. As Gun Play tried toget the bartender’s attention, he saw a familiar face overin the corner. When Uncle Luke’s song “Doo-Doo Brown” came on, all the chicks in the club went crazy. “Yo Loco,” Gun Play yelled over the music, trying to get his attention. “Yo,” he gave Loco a nudge.
“What’s good?” Loco asked as he bent down sohe could hear what Gun Play had to say.
“Ain’t that Monique over there?” Gun Play pointed over towards the corner.
Loco looked to where Gun Play was pointing and felt disgusted. Over in the corner, some guy had Monique tossed all up in the air, getting it in.
“I know you ain’t gon let that shit slide,” Gun Play instigated.
Loco didn’t respond. Instead, he shot Gun Play acomical look as he headed over to the corner where Monique and the guy made love with their clothes on.
“Can I tell you something?” Yolanda asked as she turned to face G-money, her body still swaying to the music.
“I’m listening,” G-money replied as he guzzled from his bottle.
“I think I like you,” she said, batting her eyes flirtatiously.
“Oh yeah?” G-money replied with a smile as he looked at her perky breast standing at attention. “I think I like you too.”
“So let me get your number,” Yolanda pressed asshe handed G-money her cell phone.
G-money quickly punched in his number and handed the cutie back her phone. G-money was about to say something else until a scuffle broke out over in the corner.
“Niggaz don’t ever know how to act,” Yolanda sucked her teeth.
“Yo that’s that nigga Loco over there,” Eraser Head yelled, leaning towards G-money’s ear as the two squeezed and snaked through the crowd.
Loco walked right over to the guy, grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around so the two could be facing. The man was getting ready to say something, but the quick blow to his nose ended that thought. The man hit the floor, holding his nose with two hands.
Before Monique could even figure out what was going on, Loco and Gun Play were already stomping the guys face into the floor. “What are you doing?” Monique yelled asshe tried to get Loco off of the guy.
Loco quickly turned and shoved Monique to the floor, as two big bouncers came and yoked him up, roughly escorting Loco and Gun Play out of the club.
When G-money and Eraser Head finally made it outside, they saw Loco and his man across the street arguing with the police.
“Yo come on. Leave that shit alone,” G-money said as he draped his arm around Loco’s neck and escorted him down the block. “What’s that all about?”
“That motherfucker had his hands all over my girl,” Loco huffed.
G-money and Eraser Head busted out laughing. “You making all that noise over a bitch?” Eraser Head said in between laughs.
“Ya’ll can laugh all ya’ll want, but she belongs to me,” “Man listen,” G-money began. “You need to get off that jail shit; it’s a million chicks out here. Don’t be a fool.”
“Look at this faggot,” Eraser Head nudged G-money. When G-money looked up, he saw Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley crossing the street in his direction.
“What’s going on brother?” Detective Nelson said, letting that last word roll off his tongue.
“Fuck you want?” G-money asked dryly.
“You know what I want,” Detective Nelson said, getting all up in G-money’s face. “Where’s your boy Knowledge?”
G-money laughed right in Detective Nelson’s face. “I don’t know.”
“That’s funny to you boy?” Detective Bradley cut in.
“Yup,” Eraser Head said, taking a step closer, flexing his muscles.
“Whenever you ready boy,” Detective Bradley said as the two continued to eye box.
“My advice to you…leave town A.S.A.P.,” Detective Nelson said, forcing a smile.
“No thank you,” G-money shot back as him and hiscrew walked off.
“I see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, just like I did your friend Ali,” Detective Nelson yelled at G-money’s departing back.

“So are you going to use your speed to beat Marcus “The Bully” Jackson?” A white reporter asked The Terminator as he sat, getting his hands wrapped up.

“Absolutely,” The Terminator replied nonchalantly. “I keep telling ya’ll, skills pay the bills around here.”
“The Bully has tremendous punching power in both hands. How do you think your chin will hold up if he catches you with a clean punch?” Another Reporter asked.
“Listen man, I done been in 28 professional fights and 40 amateur fights. And guess what? I ain’t been dropped yet, so I like my chances. You need to ask the so called Bully, how his chin is going to hold up because I’m definitely gonna be tapping his shit all night,” The Terminator said in a matter of fact tone.
“Do you think this will be your toughest fight?” A lady reporter asked.
“Of course not,” The Terminator replied quickly. “But I know for a fact this will be his toughest fight.”
“Well I spoke to The Bully and he said the fight won’t go past four rounds,” a baldhead black reporter spoke strongly.
“So put your money on him then,” The Terminator said flatly. “Put your money on him and I promise you will regret it.”
“Enough with these damn questions,” Mr. Wilson huffed as he held open The Terminator’s left glove, so hecould slip his hand inside. “This is supposed to be a public workout. You ain’t been working out nothing but your mouth,” he slightly scolded.
“I gotta give the people what they want,” The Terminator replied with a smile. “This my gym and I’m the king of the ring.”
Mr. Wilson heaved a deep sigh as he finished wrapping the last piece of tape around the wrist of The Terminator’s gloves.
“I know all ya’ll reporters and cameramen can’t wait until I lose, but guess what?” The Terminator chuckled. “It ain’t happening. My name is west and I don’t play that mess,” he sang as he walked over to the heavy bag, and began punching it with all his might.
“This The Bully’s ribs right here,” The Terminator said, motioning towards the heavy bag. He threw left hook after right hook. The impact caused the bag to swing back and forth. After a good two-hour workout, Mr. Wilson kicked all the reporters and cameramen out of the gym. The only people left in the gym were Mr. Wilson, The Terminator, and Rodney. Mr. Wilson sighed loudly before he spoke. “In two days, it’s going down.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready.”
“You better be,” Mr. Wilson yelled over his shoulder as he filed for the exit.
“I got this fight already in the bag old man,” The Terminator yelled out as him and Rodney busted outlaughing.

“Fuck is ya’ll doing out here?” Shorty asked as he approached the two young hustlers, who stood in front of the building.

“Fuck you mean what I mean?” Shorty spat, with his face crumbled up.
“We out here getting this spread,” the taller kid replied.
“Out here getting this spread, huh?” Shorty said sarcastically. “You two gotta be the dumbest niggaz in the world.”
“Damn Shorty, why you coming at us like that?” The short kid spoke for the first time.
“Look around, you see anybody else out here?”
“Nah,” the tall kid answered, looking up and down the block.
“It’s task force Tuesday,” Shorty huffed, shaking his head.
“Oh shit, it damn sure is Tuesday,” the tall kid said, angry with himself for forgetting. “Yo Shorty, that’s my fault. I forgot all about that shit,” he apologized.
“It’s narc’s all around this bitch. Whatever ya’ll do, make sure it’s in the building a’ight?”
“No doubt,” the two sang unison.
“Ya’ll hold it down out here B.,” Shorty said ashe gave the two young hustlers dap, and then headed towards where his Acura was parked. He cautiously looked over both shoulders before he slid in the driver’s seat and made the car come alive. Little did he know, Detective Nelson and Detective Bradley sat in a yellow cab watching Shorty the whole time. “That little piece of shit is the muscle,” Detective Nelson said with a disgusted look on his face. “We stay close to him and he’s bound to lead us to a murder.”
“Then once that happens, we can put the pressure on that scumbag, and hopefully he’ll rat out G-money,” Detective Bradley said as he pulled out into traffic.
“Make sure you stay at least five cars behind this prick,” Detective Nelson warned. “This is our ticket to G-money.”
“I wouldn’t blow this for the world,” Detective Bradley assured him.

“How you feeling baby?” Rodney asked in an exciting voice.
“I feel good,” The Terminator replied as he sat in the locker room getting his hands wrapped up.
“All you gotta do is go out and do it just like we did it in the gym and you won’t have any problems tonight,” Mr. Wilson assured his fighter.
“I’m going to make you look good tonight,” The Terminator said, winking at his trainer.
“I want a lot of head movement. Because when The Bully hits, he hits hard,” Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow.
“Come on, I know you don’t think this chump can beat me?” The Terminator asked, clearly offended.
“I never said that,” Mr. Wilson countered. “All I’m saying, is to keep your head moving so you don’t get caught with a big shot.”
“I’m too smooth to lose and I’m too quick to get hit,” The Terminator said as he stood up and began working on his foot work.
“This gon be a good ass fight,” Eraser Head said as he backed his Range Rover into a parking spot and let the engine die.
“I don’t care who wins. I just want to see somebody get knocked the fuck out,” G-money slurred as he slid out of the vehicle. “Damn I’m twisted right now,” he admitted.
“I’m kinda saucey too,” Eraser Head said, with ahint of Grey Goose still on his breath.
“This going to be a good ass fight,” Pauleena said out loud as she and Malcolm took their seats.
“Yes this is going to be entertaining,” Malcolmagreed.
“It better be,” Pauleena said as she saw G-money and Eraser Head headed in her direction.
“What’s good ma, how you feeling?” G-money said, walking past Malcolm like he was invisible, as he hugged Pauleena tightly. As he hugged Pauleena, he purposely brushed his hand across her ass. “Let’s go half on a baby,”he whispered in her ear.
Pauleena laughed out loud. “I give you some of this pussy and I’ll have you working for free.”
“The way you looking in that grey dress, I wouldn’t mind working for free,” G-money said seriously.
“You been drinking?” Malcolm butted in.
G-money looked at the big man, but didn’t answer. “Who told this chump he can talk?” He said, looking at Pauleena.
“Leave Malcolm alone,” Pauleena said as she satback down and saw a familiar face on the other side of the arena sitting in the crowd. “Look at these clowns,” she nudged Gmoney.
When G-money looked up, he saw Romelo and his bodyguard sitting about three rows away from the ring. Seconds later, Pauleena and G-money saw Marvin, Smitty, andMoonie snake their way threw the crowd making their way towards Romelo and Tango.
“Yo, ain’t that shorty you was about to get into it with at Romelo’s house?” G-money asked, pointing at Moonie.
“Yeah that’s that bitch,” Pauleena said in an uninterested tone.
“What’s good? You want me to go over there andslap that bitch for you?” G-money asked seriously.
“Nah, she get a pass just this one time,” Pauleena told him.
The Bully stood in his dressing room, with his trainer and entourage, warming up.
“I want you to go out there and pinch a whole in this guy’s face,” The Bully’s trainer told him.
“I got this Walter,” The Bully said confidently as he bounced up and down.
“The ref is here,” one of his boys called out.
“Let him in,” The Bully yelled.
“Good luck tonight,” the ref said as he shook The Bully’s hand. “Listen, I know you two don’t like each other, but I don’t want no foul play, no elbows, and keep them punchesup, am I understood?”
“I got you,” The Bully answered as he sat down sohe could get his hands wrapped up.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Yeah, make sure when I unload on that bitch, he don’t be grabbing me and all that,” The Bully told him.
The new all black S5 Audi pulled into a parking spot bumping 50 cents song “I Like The Way She Do It”.
Rell slid out of the driver seat wearing a royalblue L.A. Dodger fitted, a white thermal shirt, some black jeans, and a pair of old royal blue Pennies. A bad white bitch slid from the back seat and stood by his side, along with one ofhis shooters. When Rell stepped foot in the arena, he lit the place up like Las Vegas with all the jewelry he wore. He had on at least three chains, an iced out watch, and a foolish bracelet.
“Where are our seats?” The pretty green eyed woman asked.
“Way down in the front,” Rell answered quickly as he threw on his shades and lead the way.
“I wish these niggaz would hurry up and fight already,” G-money huffed.
“They should be coming out any minute,” Pauleenasaid out loud.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Eraser Head said outloud as he nudged G-money with his elbow.
“What up?” G-money said, turning to face Eraser Head.
“Look over by the second row,” Eraser Head said, pointing.
“What am I looking for?” G-money said, still searching the crowd.
“Look at the nigga with the blue hat on,” Eraser Head said, still pointing.
When G-money finally realized who Eraser Head was pointing to, he quickly shot to his feet.
“Chill, chill. We gon handle this nigga as soonas the fight is over,” Eraser Head said, holding G-money back with one arm.
“Who’s that?” Pauleena asked curiously.
“Rell,” G-money answered with fire dancing in his eyes.
“Who, that corny looking nigga with the white bitch?” Pauleena asked, making sure they were talking about the same person.
“Yeah he’s a dead man walking,” G-money said as all the lights in the arena went out. Seconds later, they began flashing as The Bully made his way towards the ring.
Over on the other side of the arena, sat Frank along side him was Jimmy. “Hey Frank what’s up with that moolie Gmoney?”
“What about him?” Frank asked as he stood up and cheered for The Bully.
“He’s sitting over there on the other side. You want me to take him when he goes outside?” Jimmy asked in a calm tone.
“Nah, I’m over that. Let the moolie live,” Frank told him.
“Let’s go out here and get this done champ,” Mr. Wilson yelled in The Terminator’s ear as the two made their way to the ring. “Work your jab and you’ll have an easy night.”
The Terminator just nodded his head, signaling he understood as Rodney swiped a fans hand off The Terminator’s robe as he jogged up the steps to the ring.
Once both fighters were in the ring, the crowd went crazy in anticipation of what they were about to witness.
“It’s show time baby,” The Bully’s trainer yelled aggressively as he applied Vaseline to his fighter’s face. “This is what you been working for your whole life. Don’t let nobody or nothing take this from you, you hear?”
The Bully nodded his head yes as he stared down The Terminator over in the other corner. He was completely in the zone.
“Both fighters to the center of the ring please,” the referee called. “Okay I’ve spoke to both of you in the back already. I want a nice, clean fight. This is good,” he said, pointing to both men belt lines. “Anything lower, is no good. Do ya’ll have any questions?”
Both fighters shook their heads no, at the same time.
“Okay good luck to both of ya’ll. Touch gloves,” the referee said as the two fighters touched gloves, and headed to their separate corners.
“This first round I want you to work that jab,” Mr. Wilson said in The Terminator’s ear as he rubbed his shoulders. “The jab will set everything up,” he said one last time as he exited the ring.
Once the bell sounded, the crowd erupted as thetwo fighters met in the middle of the ring. The Bully started the fight off with a powerful jab, followed by a right hand.The powerful blows bounced off The Terminator’s gloves as he danced out of the way.
The Terminator took a couple of steps backwards so he could get a good look at how The Bully kept his guard up. Just by looking at the man’s defensive stance, he knew off the back he could hit him with at least two or three different punches, easy.
As The Bully came charging in, The Terminator tooka quick step back and threw a swift left hook that landed on the side of The Bully’s head. The punch caused The Bully’s face to move, but the blow didn’t seem to phase him, as he continued to come straight forward. “Stop running like a little bitch!” The Bully taunted.
The Terminator just smiled as he threw two stiff jabs and danced out of the way before the two could exchange blows.
“Stop running and fight!” The Bully growled as he cut off the ring and managed to catch The Terminator close to the ropes. As soon he saw an opening, he took it. The Bully threw three vicious hooks upstairs, then went downstairs and threw four punches to the body.
The Terminator stood in his Philly shell defensive stance as he blocked most of the punches with his gloves and shoulder.
As The Bully continued to charge straight ahead,The Terminator caught him with two quick straight right hands, as the bell sounded, ending the first round.
“Get this man some water!” The Bully’s trainer yelled as he shoved a long Q-tip up The Bully’s nose. “Let me get a deep breath. This motherfucker don’t want to fight, so you going to have to bring the fight to him. Keep going straight at him, just keep your head moving at all times,” he told him.
“You see what I see out there champ?” Mr. Wilson asked as he squirted some water in The Terminator’s mouth.
“What’s that?” The Terminator asked, taking a deep breath.
“This guy is a sucker for counter punches, so Iwant you to stop all that sticking and moving bullshit. Stand in there with that chump and pick your punches. He’s open all day. Let’s make it happen,” Mr. Wilson said in a regular tone as the bell rung, signaling the start of round two.
The Terminator started the round off with two stiff jabs. The Bully side stepped one of them and fired back with a left hook, and a straight right hand. The two shots caught The Terminator off guard, causing him to stumble off the impact. The Bully followed up with another left hook. The punch missed, but the tip of his elbow connected with the corner of The Terminator’s eye.
The Terminator danced out the way and instantly felt the warm blood trickling down his eye. He pawed away asmuch blood as he could with his glove, as he saw The Bully continue to come forward. The Terminator threw a quick jab, followed by a right hook to the body before dancing out of range, pawing at his eye again.
“Stop running you little bitch!” The Bully taunted again as he blocked a jab and hook with his gloves, and fired back with a hard, straight right hand that landed in the middle of The Terminator’s face, as the bell sounded.
The Terminator headed back to his corner and Mr. Wilson was all over him. “What the hell are you waiting for?” He barked.
“He’s cheating!”
“I don’t want to hear shit about no cheating,” Mr. Wilson yelled as he splashed some water in The Terminator’s face. “Stop waiting and go get it in,” he yelled as the cut man did his best to stop The Terminator’s eye from bleeding.
“I hurt that bitch!” The Bully said with an evil smirk on his face.
“That clown can’t fight,” The Bully’s trainer said out loud as he applied Vaseline to his fighter’s face. “Keep going straight at him. He’s going to break down in the later rounds watch,” he told The Bully as the bell rung.
At the start of round three, the two fighters met in the middle of the ring again. The Terminator started things off landing two out of three jabs.
“That’s all you got bitch?” The Bully snarled as he bobbed his head from side to side, and fired a jab of his own.
The Terminator quickly stepped back and countered the jab with a sharp left hook, followed by a straightright hand. The hook landed perfectly on The Bully’s jaw, causing his mouth piece to fly out his mouth, while the straight right hand dazed him a little bit. Once The Terminator saw that he had The Bully hurt, he went in for the kill; throwing punches from all angles, causing the crowd to rise to their feet. Once the punches started raining in, The Bully quickly grabbed The Terminator’s arms and held on for dear life.
“Get the fuck off me!” The Terminator growled as he snuck in an upper cut, while the referee separated the two. “Come on bitch. That’s all you got?” The Bullyslurred as he backed up into the corner.
The Terminator threw a quick jab that snapped The Bully’s head back, then threw a six punch combination as the bell sounded ending the round.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Just use your head and you got this fight in the bag!” Mr. Wilson yelled as he squirted some water in The Terminator’s mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing out there?” The Bully’s trainer yelled as he splashed water in his fighter’s face. “Turn this shit into a dog fight you hear?”
“I got you,” The Bully replied as he stood for the next round.
At beginning of the next round, The Bully came out letting his hands fly.
The Terminator stood in his Philly shell defensive stance as he blocked six of eight shots. He could tell by The Bully’s movement and body language, that he was beginning to run out of gas.
The Terminator landed six punches in rapid succession, before The Bully decided to fire back with a wild hook. The Terminator easily side stepped the hook and landed a sharp upper cut that wobbled The Bully. As The Bully felt his legs buckle, he knew he had to do something. As The Terminator came in for the kill, he threw a hard hook. The Bully managed to duck the hook by inches, and countered with an uppercut below The Terminator’s belt, dropping him instantly.
“If you do that again, I’m taking a point!” The referee yelled as he pushed The Bully to an empty corner, while The Terminator laid on the floor clutching his family jewels.
“Come on champ, shake it off. You got five minutes to get yourself together,” the referee told him, as the crowd continued to boo The Bully for the cheap shot. Two minutes later, The Terminator was up walking around gingerly. “That nigga did that shit on purpose!” He yelled out to Mr. Wilson.
“Well whip his ass then!” Mr. Wilson yelled back.
“You ready to go?” the Ref asked excitedly.
“Yeah I’m ready!” The Terminator replied as he and The Bully met up in the middle of the ring again. The Bully threw two jabs followed by a hook. The Terminator ducked the hook and came up with a vicious uppercut that dropped The Bully straight on his face.
Once The Terminator saw The Bully hit the canvas face first, he knew he wasn’t getting up.
The ref made it to the count of 10 easily.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Mr. Wilson sang happily as he jumped in The Terminator’s arm.
“Can’t nobody beat you! You the fucking man!” Rodney yelled as he lifted The Terminator up on his shoulders. “I’m out,” G-money said as he kissed Pauleena on the cheek.
“Where you going?” She asked in a worried voice.
“I gotta go handle some business,” he replied, nodding in Rell’s direction.
Pauleena didn’t respond. She just kissed G-money on his cheek and hugged him tightly. “Be careful,” she whispered in his ear.