07-12-2014, 07:41 AM
...."And another takedown by Morbid Angel"
The sound of Joey Stylez voice booms in the entire dojo, and the light from the tv provides the only source of Illuminate within the room. Khalif sits alone in the room watching the fight, intently taking mental notes when he hears a knock on the door.
Khalif: Ey who dat?
Homes its me Esse, what are you doing... jerking off?
Khalif: Hahahah, man get out of here with that shit. I am over here watching some of these Morbid wrestling matches. I had to pull out the old vcr in order catch thus fool attempt at wrestling. I guess he was a wrestler after all. Cuz this fight is from the 1989, I wasn't even born yet! But as Sun Tzu said," It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle."
Esse (After pausing for a second): So I take it you caught his promo on XwF. It get you a little scared?
Khalif: Yeah Cuz I saw his promo, but I ain't ever scared. The nigga looked up every stereotype in the book to come after me. Must of just found out about Urban Dictionary, instead of reading up about me. Saying I am out selling dope...Nah 'muhfucker, I am out here in this gym, prepping so that when I am through with this so called "anti Christ", that nigga will be begging Jesus to allow me to kill him in order for him to end the suffering that he will receive from the beatdown that I'll give his ass.
Esse: Damn man you are going at him heavy.
Khalif: Nah yo this guy kept calling me a nigga, well he got a nigga now a nigga here!
Esse: Hahah are you quoting 40 year old virgin?
Khalif: Man fuck outta' here with that bullshit. I love how cats like this come out here and make claims that they have never lost to a nigga or that they too are high fliers. Let me keep it simple, I don't give a fuck about him or the wack shit that he is talking about. I don't care that he is from some foreign country or that his momma was a hoe. That doesn't mean shit to me, most of the muhfuckers in this federation come from fucked up lives. It don't mean he can fight. Every match that I have watched for the last 24 hours is the same shit, he would go out try to punk out some hack of a wrestler, win the match and that be that. He does nothing that would have me scared of anything that he does.
Esse: Damn homes, you seem like you are taking everything he is saying about you personal.
Khalif: Nah man I think this old school European fuck needs to learn a lesson about how down in the hood ya' feel me? Like I said before, I am humbled by my experience in XwF, and before last night I didn't know who this nigga was. To me he just seemed like a big ass white boy that hung around in the locker room looking to convert people to Satanism, like a damn Jehovah's Witness. After watching this "fake ass Undertaker" wrestle, it made me feel even more confident that he might want to stick to converting wrestlers you feel me?
Look after this match when I step out of this shit cast of wrestlers victorious, I will then be able to stake my claim as one of the best up and coming wrestlers in this federation, and people in this fed will start respecting Blacks and treating us the same as they treat the Wiggas and Wankstas in this federation.
Esse: Damn Homes I understand where you are coming from but again you have to know there might be some shady shit that could happen, you know they don't want a nigga to succeed in this fed that easily, and they are going to put a ton a hurdles in your way. you are going to have to keep grinding away in order for them to respect you.
Khalif slyly smiles as he looks at his friend almost in a sadistic manner. And turns back to watching the watching the highlights