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John_Black · (10-05-2025)

[It opens to a night club in Florida, where we see people shaking ass and being all groovy and shit. Then JB appears in the crowd, where he heads up to the stage, as one of the hosts wanted him to speak in the club. He’s dressed in his finest threads with a gold chain on. As he is handed the mic he speaks.]

JB: What's up, party people, I'm here to celebrate my homeboy Hossy’s BDay, and I know that his DJ Sery is killin it on the 1s n 2s. So, Hossy….stay up, and dance all night!

[The JB gets off the stage, and we see the bottle girls with the sparklers heading to Hossy’s table. While JB is sitting by the non roped off chairs, as he sits and watches the club goers doing their thing, then he sees a woman in her early 20s in the most revealing dress coming up to him, while looking on.]

???: Hey Big Dude, I'm Tatianna, and I wanted to see if you can get me and my friend some drinks?

JB: Who are they?

[As she points to them, he noticed they are all under 21, and he quickly shook his head no to her.]

JB: No, I can't do that, maybe find another brotha to get yall drinks, I'm not tryin to catch a case!

???: WHATEVER!

[Then she storms off, as he sits alone drinking his glass of water. Then another girl comes to his area, but this time she hands him a cup of something as he sniffs into it. He made a face as he smelled the cup as the girl who kinda looked a bit like Roxy Cotton, but with strong “greek” features. She decides to sit beside him with her own cup to drink, as she looks on to see what he does.]

JB: Hey, um… what's this shit you drinkin?

???: Its a Rum and Coke, well I laced it with some coke from one of Hossy’s friends earlier tonight.

JB: Nah, im good on that… whats the name? I finna feel like i known you from somewhere.

???: My name is Hervina, I think we locked eyes earlier in the club. I noticed you and Hossy were talking, and i had to know who you are. You seem the shy, quiet type.

JB: How can you tell?.... Actually dont answer that, i know.

[Then Hervina starts to laugh as JB continues to drink his glass of water, then the DJ starts to play some Miami Bass type of songs, and she drinks her cup and starts to sway back and forth, then she gets up and drags him to the dance floor. Then they started to dance the night all the way, even almost kissed, but JB backed up to the pillar, since he felt awkward as hell doing all that. Then she went on to another dude, as he headed to the bar, shaken.]

Todd-Barman: Now what JB?...performance anxiety!?

JB: Oh shut up dude, and gimmie another glass of water.

Todd-Barman: You do know you can buy a bottle of water right?

JB: Bruh, i anit payin no damn 5 bucks for somethin i can get from your tap. Im tryin to lay low on the drinkin.

[Then Hossy and Hervina come up to the bar, and they get their drinks and notice JB standing there, tryin to look anywhere else but their direction.]

Hossy: Yo bro, what’s up man?...Why aren’t you drinkin the hard shit!?...also, how come you didn’t mack my homegirl Hervina?

JB: I wasn’t well…in the mood…plus she looked like someone I work with within the wrestling company I do.

Hossy: Wait…wait… you tellin me you nervous to her because she looked like Atara Raven? Dude, i know her husband, we do some business together. In fact, i think she’s around here, i ca–

JB: Nah nah, its cool… um..imma just head to my hotel. Have a good night.

[Then he finishes his glass of water, and he shuffles out of the club to his rental, and drives out of the area to head to his hotel. He then decides to wine down by drinking more water, and he opens his laptop to check his email. As he finished his checking, he decided to boot up his many thought journals documents. He opens a new page, and starts to write down his thoughts.]

"Why am I still in Florida, i don’t know. I guess I wanted to stay in the southern region, and luckily the rec center in my area is stil active, even with all the money I put into it. Wanted to make a difference with it, after my on the road stuff is done, imma head back to my hometown to see if it hadn’t gone to shit yet, but luckily nothing like that is going on. But now, I have to admit, being at the club for Hossy’s BDay weekend was pretty nice, but I just couldn’t waste any money; plus getting drunk isnt in my lane any more.

As I was drinking water, I realized how pointless the whole drinking culture is. I am at an age where my liver finna be like “Fuck dat shit nigga”, and im pushin 50 years old too boot. Maybe ten or twelve years prior, i was drinkin and being a fuck nigga but as i gotten older, i had to stop that shit. I couldn't even be a father and husband, due to my antics and past gang shit; that caused their death. Shit haunts me, but I learned how to cope with that shit, and cope with losing belts, matches and all that fun shit.

I asked myself at the club, “Why was I scared to kiss the ho?”... Then bam, I realized somethin.

She looked like Atara from the face, and I was like “oh hell nah”, so i could’t even bother to lay the pipe on the ho. But, it is what it is, just like turning down buying minors freaking drinks…. I anit no Diddy nor Epstein or sumthin like that, I might be a degenerate thug in the ring, but I keep that away from me in my personal life.

Well, personal isn’t the world, more like…. “Thuggin Lyfe”... is up my code as i write this in my word pad at 2am. I should be going to bed, but I can't since I have been updating my personal Thuggin Lyfe thoughts since the last two weeks from being in Florida. Now on that note, I have to admit something.

I know full well I have no chance in hell of being in a ladder match with Atara Raven.

I'm not afraid of heights…

I'm not afraid of getting hurt…

I'm not even afraid of climbing to the top and reaching for…

Forrr…

Shit i STILL haven’t been told from the higher ups what exactly im reaching for, but it surely is not for anything.

For what i know, it might be freakin’ Vase that Atara has in her home she wants us to get as the prize, maybe she might pull a Jim Jimson and shit inside of it, then use it as a weapon against me on some wiredo whyte ppl shit. Whatever the hell it is, I am not afraid of that.

What im truly am afraid of is Atara herself, and i know that she’s over like a gnat on a dog’s dick, hotter than Knuckles being a sole Anarchy Tag champ due to backstage issues, the one who even though me and T jacked her and her sis off them Gemini/Madness Tag belts which went defunct after that project died off. After all those times i’ve dealt with her, she makes me question how the fuck she’s still on the payroll?

Is it James Raven pullin the strings?....

Is she still tryin to prove somethin?...

Does it seem like she needs to be on the show to be seen?....

I can’t even gather to think of why she thinks she’s still important in the company. While yes, she got belts and honorable mentions, what she don’t got is fucks less to lose. She’s too much of a diva to even get her knees dirty, and i’ve worked with her long enough to see that. I know that she’s gonna pull her “imma better than you cuz i am” card, and have the powers to be vying for her to be the one to grab that metaphorical “vase” of the brass ring of relevance in XWF.

While she can dupe the minds of depraved and the wine mothers, and divorcee fathers into buying her merch, and whatever MLM scam they're gonna buy into… they are all just suckers in a warped mind of the vapid idiots to live for those types.

But me, I don’t give a fuck if it’s ladder match where it’s just me beating her ass with a ladder. If I want to go there, we can switch out the “vase” and replace it with barbed wire and have ourselves a modern day Stairway to hell in that arena. Because I want to take Atara to hell with me, and make her run back home, and stay out of the arena for as long as she manages or at least not cross paths with me again, because to be honest, you're like my ED that can’t get me up to fuck.

Maybe if i had drunk that cup, and been off the goose, then i'd have been a different kinda night on my end. But, to be honest I need to be as focused to get to Texas, so I need to keep my head on straight against Atara. I know she’ll be on her “WHO’S BETTA THAN ATTY” and mixing it with ladders, well that just means i have a lot to lose in this game we have to play.

So, I want to play with Atara Raven on Warfare…

I want to dive off that ladder onto her…

I want to utilize that ladder to her doom…

Hell, even if I reach for that unspecified item, it's all just a way to just give it my all as the night ends for me. Even if i don’t reach the prize, i still know that imma thuggin it up, until the day i imma say fuck this wrestlin shit.

I'm gonna beat the loving shit out of James’s wife on TV, how good will that be?

Only God knows…"

[After that, he saved his word doc and put it in a folder, then turned off his laptop and went to bed, as it simply fades to black.]

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