[The scene opens with JB and his half sista Brenda at the local fairgrounds, where we see them on the rides, bumper cars and other things you can imagine at a fairgrounds. Then we see them outside the fairgrounds with big pretzels they bought on a sunny evening. As they were walking about, they encounter a bunch of kids whom caught him to sign an autograph for them.]
JB: Ah shit, here we go again..
Brenda: Cmon Jon Jon, be a good sport and sign them autographs for the kids. You are famous enough to deal with it.
JB: Nah, i’m too shy to be dealing with fans plus today I wanted to lay low from the the people. But you know what, you’re right, just fall back a bit.
[JB then motions towards the kids, signing each and everyone of their merch they have of him. He even see’s a kid in his old metal mask, which put a smile on his face as he signed the mask for the kid. As they all run of with their parents with the signed stuff, JB noticed a woman in daisy dukes, crop top shirt, and red boots on that slightly looked like Atara from afar. As she comes up to him she drops a pice of paper, and he helps her to pick it up.]
???: Thank you stranger..
JB: Um.. ehh.. no problem, uh you going to the fairgrounds? Any rides on gonna be in?
???: I guess so, i’m meeting a friend here.
JB: Well let me not disturb your evening, i’ll…
[She then hands him a folded paper, and she walks away into the grounds. Then Brenda called him out, which he snapped out of the strangers trance. He places the folded paper in his back pocket, and continues to walk around the grounds.]
Brenda: What was that all about?
JB: I don’t know… guess I have more then just fans who’s willing to give me something more.
Brenda: Well all I can say is this, be careful of her, I sense some bad vibes about her. She gives me a feeling that she’s up to no good.
JB: I can’t fault you on that, in fact she gave me a piece of paper she dropped and before I came back to see you, she gave me her number as I opened it. I still have it, but i won’t be calling it anytime soon.
Brenda: Good, look Jon i’m just looking out for you. You don’t have to take my words to heart, i’m just speaking out of my mind. Well there is something I wanted to ask you.
JB: What is that, Brenda?
[Then both of them stop at an area where there was few cars in the parking lot, as they looked around, they see it was about rain so they head back into his car for cover. As they are still eating their pretzels, her phone goes off and she answers. About fifteen minutes later, she hangs up the phone and she was crying, he was confused with what just happened. So he gives her some tissues to wipe her tears with, and rubbed her shoulder.]
JB: What’s going on with you and that guy? Is he the one who called you?
Brenda: He told me he’s through with me, all because I wouldn’t give in to his wants and needs. He wanted me to put my body out there in the streets, just to make ends meet for the both of us. But since I told him no, he called it quits on me. He was the only guy I had in my life who was there for me!
[As she slams her fist on the glove box, he then let’s her vent out her anger on it. Then he looks at her with some sadness, then shakes his head at her.]
JB: Look Brenda, we all get ourselves heartbroken over first loves and shit. I mean, look at me I had a love of my life killed over gangster shit. I had another love killed by one of my former wrestling colleges who been gone for over six years, and I had a few skirmishes with broads who are batshit insane. It’s not the end of the world to lose someone, even if they are totally dipshit like your now ex.
Brenda: Don’t you say that about him, he was a good man to me. You wouldn’t know anything about being a good man, when you had forgotten where you came from since you been doing this wrestling thing.
JB: So now you are defending this guy? Okay then, fine… i’m not taking back what I said about him, and if we are going to argue over it, then i suggest you get a lyft back home, because I am not going to take you back there in this weather if you can’t handle the truth.
[JB opens the car doors, and she looked out the windows to see it pouring very hard. She then realized what he said was true, and she shook her head in disbelief. She then pulls out her phone, and he see’s her blocking the guys number, and he gives her a fist bump. Then they drive away from the grounds, about an hour later, they had arrived into her apartment complex and headed to her door, but they see a sign that said “VACANY” on it which perplexed JB as she looked away in a distance.]
JB: What the hell is this at the door?
Brenda: Uh it’s not what it look like…
JB: Then why does it say vacancy on it then?… what happen to the money that Grandma Tia had given you to live here?
Brenda: Um that’s kinda hard to explain..
[JB then almost wanted to strangle her, but internally he calms himself down as she looked at another letter on the door that her landlord left, and she gotten herself angry too. Then her neighbor looked at them with a stank eye as she passed by them. Brenda wanted to scrap but he held her back.]
Brenda: That hoe finna look at me dirty like that, why you holding me back?
JB: Do you need to always resort into violence? Look let’s get out of here, before you get into trouble.
[JB tries to walk with her by the hand, but she pushes him away as she tries to find her key in her purse, as she was trying to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. She then tries to bash in the door, and JB grabs her from behind to stop her as she was wailing at the door, causing a scene in her apartment complex. As she elbow’s him in the face, he had enough and left her be. He then rides in his car alone, and drives off back to his home. As he settled down with some glass of sprite on his couch, he pulls up his family photos from him growing up to where he is now, but there was one picture of him and his baby half sister of them at the park. As he flipped through his pictures, his phones goes off and he see’s an “unknown caller” which he picks up.]
JB: Who dis?
???: Don’t you remember me from the fairgrounds?
JB: For real who dis, how did you get my number?
???: Don’t worry about that, I want you to meet me at Reservoir Park Hotel in downtown. I’ll be the penthouse suite, I want to show you something…
JB: No, I am not down like this strange woman.. i’m gonna hang up on—
???: Fine, be like that. I’ll always be watching you.
[Then the stranger hangs up, and JB gotten worried so he had another phone on him as he destroyed his main one with his main number she called him from. He then tries to ignore what went down as he watches some TV, as the scene fades to a pair of eyes.]
Am I Down Down Bad?... Or Will Take I Take The Crown Crown Crown?
“Am I down bad for not being considerate for my half sista’s recklessness? Am I down bad for seeing a woman who I have this unrequited love for? Am I just down down bad to the point I can’t even get myself up from my own paranoid mind? Whatever the case is, there’s a reason why I destroyed my old phone, i’m no conspiracy cracker but 5G is fuckin up our brains. Ah fuck what about I need to say on it, that’s a whole other topic for the next thug inner monologue.
Now, I have to admit… I can’t stand to have a repeat of a repeat, it’s like the radio plays the same fifteen songs or if you work in retail (like i did in my youth), we the same five to eight song on the intercom and let me say that, my mind at the time would be saying “fuck this shit! fuck this JOB! AHHH” but at some point, I let it roll back on my shoulders and take it in. Where I am going with this, is who I am facing once again on Relentless. Before I say her name in existence, I want to make a few things clear. This woman is the same woman who I had the fortunate time fighting on and off again in the ring, from that loss against her and her sista Osira, to the moon thing for a now dead glorified Twitterweight Championship, to now on this year’s Relentless for a contendership to the X-Treme Championship.
How times go so fast, it wasn’t even that long ago that I lost a chance to be a twitter finger mascot for XWF. As you can tell, I don’t have the same look as her or someone in her caliber like the now deceased Noah (rip to him, no lie); I am from a bygone era where if you need to let the world know your business, you tell it out loud on a newspaper or on some bullshit tabloids, and not twitter, oh no. There’s a reason why she’s more hip to the youth, then a old bastard like myself who wouldn’t even know how to tweet a sentence. I know it’ll kill my chances of being a crossover appeal to those in the business that caters to that crowd, guess I am a outsida by choice to not follow trends.
Speaking of trends, this woman who I won’t name YET made a trend of trying to yet herself onto Jim the X-Treme Champ like a horse, I see the reason why she is who she is, she’s more or less Down Bad for attention. When you are lady of the night, you got shot callers to even broke dudes hollering at em clout and relevance. Maybe if I was in Jim’s position, she can claim the belt after I give her the half past 5 Weeknd special. Be damned if the hills have eyes or people judging, i’d have a smile on my face like if it’s a Christmas Monday.
Without anymore to say…
I’d like to give a welcome to none other than the woman who retired as The Internet Champion of the company..
ATARA FUCKIN THEMIS
You know, that woman who went to Disney world or better yet, who formerly went by Ultimate Atty that one time. That same one who associated herself with the top dawgs of this company, while I was hustling with my own thing. She’s the type of woman who know’s her own worth, and can make anyone feel some type of way with her presence. I guess i’m down down bad myself for a person who takes herself very seriously; she might have that ego that is off the Muta Scale, that even Muta himself would bow out too with the quickness. She has that look of passion and pain, that anyone could love. It’s such a wonderful blessing to be encountering her once again, in a high stakes anything goes affair.
This goes beyond the dodgeball game, tag team match, and Internet Moonrock Challenge… all this lead up to this exact moment for myself, that I knew what time it was. Once I heard I was taking her on again, it gave me smile to know that I can get my hands on her once again. It seems like it was fate that brought us together, and I can’t ruin it any longer. She doesn’t know what will happen as we lay our bodies in the field on Night Two. This isn’t a mere “oh I beat you with weapons, bloodshed etc..” this is a revolution of a war. A war that even foolish man like myself who has this down bad feelings for her can’t run away from.
Atara, you are the revolution that I shall spread upon the Chi town crowds on that baseball stadium, you’ll be the key to my success in getting a shot at the X-Treme champion by the end of night two. I already proclaimed that whomever walks out alive in it, I will be gunning them down like if I was a 1950s Gangster with a chip on my shoulder. If I don’t walk away as the victor against you, I will still be able to raise my black fist and tell the world that i’m still pushing the revolution of the geto. The main reason why I have doubts is simple, from what the rumors said on the net is that Page and Main are going to be setting the show standard in their best of three series.
I’m no Page with an ego that is size of Texas nor you are biker dude with a grudge over that said person with a sizable ego. We are going to be the ones that these fans will remember by the end of the night, as we waltz into the war zone. So Atara, you know better than I you have everyone’s dicks and pussy harder than a porno each time you speak. So it’s going to be my job to spread the message of pain and love to you, and make you understand that you are coming into the rougher side of town.
So Atara, let’s fuckin dance in the fire of desire…”
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