Post by Elliott Siscoe on Oct 3, 2020 20:59:37 GMT -5
CHAPTER TWO…
“...Well that didn’t quite go as planned. Although it took me tweeking my knee and her using some kind of loaded knuckle type of apparatus to put me down for the count. I’ll get that one back later on down the road. I’ve spent countless hours this past week rehabbing and working my knees out. Thank goodness it wasn’t anything more than a slight sprain. Jess was there with me. Helping me strengthen my knees and legs to be even stronger for the next fight that would happen in over a week. Demetri was super excited to see me again on the television set. Ready to leap into my arms when I walked through the door. No matter how down in the dumps I could ever get, that little boy’s joyous and boisterous personality will undoubtedly pick up my spirits. It also helps that I have the undying support of Jess. She is so much more than a beautiful and talented woman. I am happy I have them in my life…”
It was Tuesday night after the eighth episode of Monday Night Metal. I was in the gym working out when suddenly my phone went quiet. A phone call? This late? Hmmmm? Looking at the screen, it was my brother from another mother, Jacoby calling.
“Heyo buddy. How are you?”
He was happy it seemed.
“I am diggin’ dis dad shit bro. I didn’t think I was gonna be any good at it, but my baby girl is fuckin’ amazin’. Ry lights up when she sees Maren and me playin’ around. I know she is only a couple months old, but I got dis new lease on life and my fightin’ stuff too.”
“You going for that World title strap then? And that’s fantastic bro. I knew you being a dad was going to be an excellent thing for you. I can’t wait to meet my little niece.”
“Yea bro, once all dis tourney shit is done and over with, I am gonna jump back up in dat ring and call out some folks. They ain’t gonna know what hit em when I spit my shit.”
His voice was happy. Something that was happening a lot lately when him and I would talk. There was a period just a couple years ago, he wasn’t as happy as he is now. He was successful professionally but his personal life was a bit off. He kept saying he wanted what Jess and I had.
“That’s great to hear bud. I’ll be watching of course.”
“I know ya will be. So how are ya doin’? Yar knee good? Ya gotta fight comin’ up?”
I smile. I knew what he said about calling out people was going to happen in the company he is fighting for. One that I am running some booking operations for.
“Yeah my knee is good. It was just a slight sprain. Had it working a little more than it wanted.”
We chuckle together.
“But yeah I’m good physically. All around I am doing awesome. I was a bit down after my last bout but Tay Tay had to resort to dirty tactics to get the win. I do have a fight coming up this Monday night.”
A short silence before he responds.
“Yea, I saw dat. Stupid bitch. So who they gots ya fightin’ this time?”
“This dude named Zeke, he is some kind of religious douche. Raised that way and decided to bring that shit to the fight game. Not so sure that was a good idea.”
“Totally bro. Dat shit don’t fly in dis game all dat well. We’ve crushed a few o dem fanatics back in da day.”
“That we did.”
Another shared little laugh.
“Well bro I hate ta cut dis short but Ry needs me, I just wanted to hit ya up and see how ya were doin’ after that last fight and what not. Love ya.”
“Alright bro. Love ya too, send Ry my love too, Jess has been working on some stuff for Maren. Talk to you later buddy.”
He disconnects which causes my music to begin to play again throughout the room. I finish up my workout for the evening.
NEXT DAY -- PROMO TIME…
So I was reminded that I needed to do the promo thing. I laughed but I did have an idea. So I went out to the back yard. Right on the edge of the creek that runs through our yard. I made this weird ass cross thing and found this gnarly picture of Zeke and pasted it on the cross. I then stabbed it into the creek, the water rushed around the cross, causing ripples to go in all directions. I then turn on the camera, solely on the cross in the creek.
“Well ladies and gentlefreaks out there, here is the next foe I get to go toe to toe with on episode nine of Monday Night Metal. His name is Brother Zeke, but born as Ezekial James. To a religious daddy and a secretary momma. Been in a few scraps for Alpha the past few weeks. Funny thing is I really do not see anything tactically to chit chat about him in the ring. And honestly I really don’t want to go down a path of insulting the dude’s family and upbringing. I wasn’t brought up all that awesomely so yeah that’s a path I won’t go down for this little promo thing.”
Pausing a moment and zooming the camera in on the picture and the cross more.
“Alright folks how about we just do this. Monday night, Zeke and I will go face to face. Will his almighty God tag in and help him out? I guess we will see. Thing is, I don’t have that type of feeling or faith. Zeke buddy, good on you for having something to believe in. Hell I think your choice to jump into this chaotic world is admirable as well. But when things get boiled down to the fine details. The tactics of a battle. What do you provide? From what I have seen is not much of anything. You aren’t exactly in the greatest of shape. Well you do make a good sphere.”
I let out a chuckle but quickly stop then continue.
“Are you using all of this as a way to avenge all of that bullying and shit you dealt with back in that private school daddy put you in? Oh wait, you’ve become the bullies. You are running around here picking on those that are a little less fortunate than you are. Trying to force your beliefs and lifestyle upon them. Look dude, I get it. Life was a shit show growing up. You couldn’t control others’ way of seeing you and their interactions with you. I get it. I’ve been there. I did that shit for years. But to let you know, I ain’t no dope. I ain’t so weak minded that your sermons and preaching will get me. I won’t fall in line and follow your little comune or convent or whatever the hell y’all call them church group things these days. I am also not going to sit here and shit on your religious views. I’ll leave that to those that aren’t a part of this world. I am a fighter. That is all I have been since I could remember. Yeah I stopped here and there, but the shit keeps on calling me back. I am a competitor. I enjoy being in the trenches. I also crave that ultimate glory of holding a title strap. I know with the schedule that I have set in my contract that will be a little difficult, but I know I can put my name in the hat soon. I had a little hiccup last time out against Tay Tay, but this time. Nah. I ain’t going to come out and lose twice in a row. I have some frustrations to get out too and you just so happen to be the next victim to feel my anger.”
Pausing a moment, I think for a second. Then it hits me.
“You see your fucked up face on this cross? Stuck in the creek. Not able to move. That is how you are going to remain after this coming Monday night. To continue this little analogy or metaphorical speech, shit I suck at that. But I am the creek. I am moving forward. Around the obstacle that happens to be you this time. The next has yet to be named. But when they are I will put forth the best effort I can to keep on the winning track. Continuing the flow of the creek downstream. Zeke, you are next. What kind of competition will you provide me though? We all will find out in a couple of nights. Say your prayers. Take some of that religious cracker shit and bring your A game. Your lord knows I will be. See you then buddy.”
Zooming into the photo a little more before shutting down the camera and grabbing the cross from the creek. I am ready to get a win this Metal show. Let the fight begin.
