As I sit in this cyber café I get this chill down my back that I can’t shake and grimace as it must be that time of the week again. The show must go on I suppose but I wish people would stop trying my patience and just spit out what they have to say like my current opponents. To a degree I can respect them at least…well Jared Black HAS to team up with that windbag Mathew Williams so I can’t blame him unless he wanted such a punk for a partner. Then again what does that say about me?
An hour later…
[Old Skool finds a gym close to his hotel and the stadium where the show will be taking place and signs up for the month though he may only be out here for the week and not stay longer than usual.
He’s dressed in grey and black boxing shorts which he normally jogs in but today they are worn for a more exciting purpose.]
Old Skool Fan: C’mon Skool light that ass up he aint got nothing on you.
Trainer: Damn the man got some serious skill frank I’m lookin right at him! He’s on his fourth sparring partner in less than twenty-five minute dawg!
Ms. Pussy Willow and crew show up distracting me enough for the young buck to go to the body thinking he could phase me but got the shock of his life as he’s looking up at the ceiling after a devastating uppercut.
The bell rings and I finally turn to Ms. Willow with a smirk and climb out of the ring heading towards them with a purpose and a fearful look on Ms willow’s face.
[With one ungloved hand the camera lens is covered and then moments later after a few muffled and choice words uncovered where we see Old Skool sitting alone on the bleacher benches with blue power drink in hand and black towel around his neck.]
“Well ladies and gentlemen…and those who probably shouldn’t watch this but will just because they’re sneaky like that. I am the Sin-sational one! The Chi-Town Beast!…Old Skool!” The self re-adjusting lens pulls in on Old Skool’s youthful l features as he leans in abit with a wicked smile.
“So here I am in sunny San Francisco preparing for a match and I get sent email of all of you waggin your tongues about me. You all act like old women!…and that’s insulting them! Prime Slime Matthew Kennedy, how’s it oozing you wretched thing passing for a human!? Only you would bring prejudice into this so I will do my patriotic duty and slap it out of you over…and over…and over again! Until you realize your side lost long ago and dropped.” Tries not to laugh and takes a drink of his power drink.
“I don’t know this individual which concerns me as I had to watch UFC? MMA? Just so I could gage your talent or consider what kind you have.” Flexing his muscles and hearing a few of the females in the gym whooping at him. “Jared Black this body is a temple forged in true battle not some gym monkey wanting to impress the ladies. That’s just an added bonus for treating myself right. The military don’t make supermen we’re born and they just do the finishing touches there mate? Blighter? I live in the world of submission so bring your ‘A’ game, you will need it if you think you’re going to beat me.” Looking down for a moment putting his drink into his bag. “I’m not your stepping stone or Mathew Kennedy as he has found out many times getting into the ring with me. He even whines gets a title shot after all that and has nothing to show for it. Sooooo sad! Pain, embarrassment, and loss this time again for you, because you go out of your way to bad mouth the people I fought to protect and the land I bled for literally. You will pay the price and Jared Black you will show the respect due one warrior to another.”
He takes a deep breath shaking his head and smiles slightly. “My past is just that Johnny Brown…the past, leave it alone and we‘ll get along fine! Watch my back, I watch your back, and we win cut and dry. You try to screw me in this match with your fellow counter part on the other team and I will bring a wrath that makes bible talk a cake walk. Feel me? Try it and you will! See any path that points to gold? I'm willing to take. All you gotta do is be there and I will do the same.”
Once all is said and done he gets a few feet from the camera and leans in once more with a fierce look…
“HOLLA AT YA BOI!!!”
Fades to black.
