The Book of Charmaine - Vol. I, Chapter V
Sept 22, 2019 11:39:56 GMT -5
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Post by Charmaine DaGawd™️ on Sept 22, 2019 11:39:56 GMT -5
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18TH - With another win notched into her belt, with small assist from the Hardcore Champion, the Melanin Monroe of Monday Night METAL was sold on a celebratory mani-pedi with fellow B.A.B, Mo’Nique. The duo sat comfortably in neighboring nail stations, having their nails filed, filled, and freshly coated. Charmaine DaGawd™️ in particular, clad in her best pink blouse, loosely-buttoned, secured in a hand-tied knot just above her pierced navel, tight black leggings, and low-top white sneakers, voguing her naturally curly hair in a high-rise yet puffy ponytail with a print scarf secured around the crown of her skull; big gold hoop earrings dangling from her earlobes and a gold pendant laying in the crevice of her cleavage accessorized her ensemble; makeup was minimal outside of her pink lipstick which rivaled her in both boldness and hotness.
“Misses, your complimentary champagne”, a voice belonging to one of the salon’s many hired hands spoke, she wore a turquoise button up polo with the company’s initials right above the breast pocket just like all of the others; balancing a silver tray in her palm that possessed two glasses of bubbling champagne for the two to indulge in while they got their nails ‘did’. They each take one into their hands.
MO’NIQUE (HER WIDE SMILE DETAILING HER SATISFACTION): Now, a bitch could get used to this.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: It sure as hell beats picking what’s left of Jaice Wilds from under my frenchtips myself, that’s for sure. As much as I would like to absorb all of the credit for this appointment, I can’t. All the credit goes to Joan, the woman is a godsend.
MO’NIQUE (WHILE RAISING HER GLASS IN A TOAST): Shall we raise our glasses in her honor? To Joan, you a real one, bitch.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I’m just glad you could find the time to squeeze me into your busy schedule.
‘Shade, bitch, shade!’ That’s what ran through Mo’Nique’s mind. But, she couldn’t deny her friend’s claims. Since discovering her new love interest at school, she had been somewhat unreachable. A trait, that before his special guest appearances in her life, Mo’Nique had never been associated with. Though it stunk of aggravation at times, it was nice to know she wasn’t alone in such a big city.
MO’NIQUE: Okay, I can catch a hint...maybe I’ve been spending so much time with the bae that I’ve neglected my friends just a little bit.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I ain’t mad at you, girl. In fact, I’m relieved to know that you’ve got somebody to make you smile, treat you like the Queen that you are, and rub lotion on those ashy ass feet at night.
MO’NIQUE: Shade much?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Shading? Moi? Oh, Mo, you know not even the likes of I, could manage to shade something that shines so bright like yourself..I am merely making an observation on your blossoming relationship with this John Doe, who I have yet to meet, by the way.
MO’NIQUE: You’ll meet him soon, very soon -- when I’m ready and I think it could go somewhere.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Could I at least get a name?
MO’NIQUE: Honestly, no. Remember what happened the last time I gave you the name of a guy I was interested in? You ran a thorough background check on the man like you were with the FBI, and ruined our first date before it could get off on the right foot.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Oh please, I did you a favor. He had no job and eight kids by six different women. He would’ve ruined your credit score, drained all your bank accounts, and made you a single mother. Trust.
MO’NIQUE: Okay, so he was no Mr. Right, but he could’ve been Mr. Right-For-That-Night. All I wanted was the “D”. He could keep the extra baggage to himself.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I would never apologize for being a good friend, and even though I’m semi-outraged that you won’t trust me with his name, I will respect your privacy. But seriously, what’s with the secrecy? Is he white?
MO’NIQUE: And what have you got against white men?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: It’s not me who has the problem, it’s society. Notice if a brotha dates a white woman, no one says a thing; but if a sista decides she wants a white man, she’s ‘some-white-man’s-whore’ or a bed-wench.
MO’NIQUE: Life is full of contradictions and double-sided swords, we know this, but we can’t let it stop us from living. You mean to tell me that if Channing Tatum or Zac Efron wanted a tour of your ‘chocolate factory’ you would turn them down because of what people would think?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD (SHE SIGHS): You’re putting words into my mouth...I’m simply reminding you that it’s the rest of the country that has an issue with mixed relations, not me. I’m not prejudiced, but I do pertain a preference for colored men. Men of color are beautiful to me, like us, they age like fine wine; their skin doesn’t burn from the sun’s touch it absorbs it, there’s strength to be marveled in their presence and tone of voice, but more importantly I don’t have to educate them on what it’s like to live in this country as the ‘other’. To date outside of your race you need to have patience and courage, I have plenty of the latter but none of the former.
MO’NIQUE: Point taken. Well, to answer your question, no, he’s not white...he’s sweet, generous, sexy, driven, and no kids. He’s got a day job and even does improv in his spare time, maybe we’ll go to one of his shows and I’ll introduce the two of you then?
Improv? Normally she wouldn’t be caught at something like that, but it was for her best friend and sister; she couldn’t, in good conscience, pass up an opportunity to meet the man responsible for this glow on her face. Charmaine gave a soft nod, agreeing to her terms.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Sounds like a plan.
MO’NIQUE: How’re things going on the business front?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: So far so good. We’ve got fresh merchandise in the works that I may pitch that we hold off until the coming month to time it with the Muscle & Fitness magazine release; I’ll also be talking with my team on booking my first autograph session that way we can promote the sales of both the magazine and the shirts.
Her (Mo’Nique) features twitched in surprise, she had no idea Charmaine had such a head for business. But anyone who grew up in their old neighborhood, surely, would develop some sort of hustling skills in some form or another. Her friend was clearly no exception. She was a woman developing a brand, and she appeared to be doing everything right from where she was sitting.
MO’NIQUE: Look at you, I’m impressed. You better get that bag, girl.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: That house ain’t going to pay for itself; I’ll have to really work my ass off to secure it. And if I’m World Champion by next month, that’ll make things all the more sweeter -- not only a big event check but a main event and championship bonus would only increase my sales. Then, the sky's the limit. A book deal. A major motion picture! I could be well on my way to becoming the biggest name in sports entertainment history! I may even have the coin to buy the APW one day. I’ve got so much on the line, taking a loss ain’t an option, especially when I’m so close to realizing all of my goals. The Alpha World Title is there for anyone bawse enough to come along and snatch it...and there ain’t nobody in that company more bawse than this bitch right here. Noris Cranley may have gotten the better of me the last time we brushed shoulders, but I’m not finna let that happen a second time. I’ve grown a lot since our inaugural exhibition match; I’ve been at the gym so much they’ve started charging me rent -- always the first through the doors and the last out of them because my pride and competitive edge wouldn’t allow the lasting impression he made on me stand. Since then, one of my top priorities has been to be the one who finally pins his shoulders to the mat and gives him his first official loss. But then Monday Night happened...Smith Jones beat me to it and that’s alright, because there’s still a score to be settled between us. In some bizarre way, I guess I have Noris to thank...for my development -- for pushing me to be better than I was in the previous week(s) -- for making his defeat at my hand and becoming the APW’s Elite that much more enticing and gratifying when the moment arises. A three way dance wasn’t what I had in mind for the day he and I would square up again, but I’ll take what I can get considering what’s on the line. Besides, adding one more tortured soul to a match that I would say has already reached capacity won’t make much of a difference. Zombie can touch that mat along with Noris. He’s developed a reputation as an online troll, so I’ve done well so far not to feed into his emotionally triggering, politically incorrect, and borderline sexually harassing juvenile jokes, but you can be sure that I haven’t forgotten them. If he wants to test Gawd then I’m more than willing to unleash a plague of biblical proportions on him; one that’ll make the great flood look like a splish-splash in the kiddie pool. The holy grail is in my sights and not even the combined strengths of a coked up lunatic with a hardon for mass destruction and a self-proclaimed ‘unstoppable’ force.
MO’NIQUE: I really thought the two of you would have been allies, I mean, you both have similar upbringings...you know what it’s like to grow up without the guidance of a positive male figure in the household and have overcome many adversities to get where you are today.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I know where you’re traipsing, but you can cut that shit right now. He and I are nothing alike. He is a shady, arrogant, know-it-all who thinks he’s untouchable.
MO’NIQUE: Bitch, really? This coming from the person who calls herself ‘DaGawd’, the most untouchable being in creation. Whether you choose to see it or not, y’all have a lot in common; which is why I don’t see why you can’t put all this animosity to the side and link up? Come together like buttcheeks and be the shit already! We’ll never grow as a people if we continue to hold each other back.
A compelling thought that shook her to her core. Engaging in any personal conflict with Noris, Allen Anderson, or anyone of similar background with intentions to cripple or end their careers went against everything she stood for as a black woman; but allowing them the privilege of shining brighter than her, went against her ideals as a competitor. Never had she been so torn before.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Look, I get what you’re saying, and you do make quite a few good points, but if memory serves me correctly I didn’t start this beef between us, he did. Anyways, we’re too far into the game to backpedal now. What’s done is done, now we have to deal with what comes next. I’m going to wipe all of those dreams of him becoming Alpha World Champion from that pretty little mind of his even if it’s the last thing that I do.
With the final bell having tolled on the life of the former Alpha World Champion, the strap was now up for grabs. Smith Jones had already solidified his contention for it and now it was up to Charmaine to do the same against some stiff competition in Zombie McMorris and Noris Cranley. Having the momentum curve swaying in her favor, she was brimming with confidence. But none of it was without concern as there was a lot riding on this match, it meant more money, a Title, and getting her brand off the ground; what more could she have asked for?
“Misses, your complimentary champagne”, a voice belonging to one of the salon’s many hired hands spoke, she wore a turquoise button up polo with the company’s initials right above the breast pocket just like all of the others; balancing a silver tray in her palm that possessed two glasses of bubbling champagne for the two to indulge in while they got their nails ‘did’. They each take one into their hands.
MO’NIQUE (HER WIDE SMILE DETAILING HER SATISFACTION): Now, a bitch could get used to this.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: It sure as hell beats picking what’s left of Jaice Wilds from under my frenchtips myself, that’s for sure. As much as I would like to absorb all of the credit for this appointment, I can’t. All the credit goes to Joan, the woman is a godsend.
MO’NIQUE (WHILE RAISING HER GLASS IN A TOAST): Shall we raise our glasses in her honor? To Joan, you a real one, bitch.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I’m just glad you could find the time to squeeze me into your busy schedule.
‘Shade, bitch, shade!’ That’s what ran through Mo’Nique’s mind. But, she couldn’t deny her friend’s claims. Since discovering her new love interest at school, she had been somewhat unreachable. A trait, that before his special guest appearances in her life, Mo’Nique had never been associated with. Though it stunk of aggravation at times, it was nice to know she wasn’t alone in such a big city.
MO’NIQUE: Okay, I can catch a hint...maybe I’ve been spending so much time with the bae that I’ve neglected my friends just a little bit.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I ain’t mad at you, girl. In fact, I’m relieved to know that you’ve got somebody to make you smile, treat you like the Queen that you are, and rub lotion on those ashy ass feet at night.
MO’NIQUE: Shade much?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Shading? Moi? Oh, Mo, you know not even the likes of I, could manage to shade something that shines so bright like yourself..I am merely making an observation on your blossoming relationship with this John Doe, who I have yet to meet, by the way.
MO’NIQUE: You’ll meet him soon, very soon -- when I’m ready and I think it could go somewhere.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Could I at least get a name?
MO’NIQUE: Honestly, no. Remember what happened the last time I gave you the name of a guy I was interested in? You ran a thorough background check on the man like you were with the FBI, and ruined our first date before it could get off on the right foot.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Oh please, I did you a favor. He had no job and eight kids by six different women. He would’ve ruined your credit score, drained all your bank accounts, and made you a single mother. Trust.
MO’NIQUE: Okay, so he was no Mr. Right, but he could’ve been Mr. Right-For-That-Night. All I wanted was the “D”. He could keep the extra baggage to himself.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I would never apologize for being a good friend, and even though I’m semi-outraged that you won’t trust me with his name, I will respect your privacy. But seriously, what’s with the secrecy? Is he white?
MO’NIQUE: And what have you got against white men?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: It’s not me who has the problem, it’s society. Notice if a brotha dates a white woman, no one says a thing; but if a sista decides she wants a white man, she’s ‘some-white-man’s-whore’ or a bed-wench.
MO’NIQUE: Life is full of contradictions and double-sided swords, we know this, but we can’t let it stop us from living. You mean to tell me that if Channing Tatum or Zac Efron wanted a tour of your ‘chocolate factory’ you would turn them down because of what people would think?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD (SHE SIGHS): You’re putting words into my mouth...I’m simply reminding you that it’s the rest of the country that has an issue with mixed relations, not me. I’m not prejudiced, but I do pertain a preference for colored men. Men of color are beautiful to me, like us, they age like fine wine; their skin doesn’t burn from the sun’s touch it absorbs it, there’s strength to be marveled in their presence and tone of voice, but more importantly I don’t have to educate them on what it’s like to live in this country as the ‘other’. To date outside of your race you need to have patience and courage, I have plenty of the latter but none of the former.
MO’NIQUE: Point taken. Well, to answer your question, no, he’s not white...he’s sweet, generous, sexy, driven, and no kids. He’s got a day job and even does improv in his spare time, maybe we’ll go to one of his shows and I’ll introduce the two of you then?
Improv? Normally she wouldn’t be caught at something like that, but it was for her best friend and sister; she couldn’t, in good conscience, pass up an opportunity to meet the man responsible for this glow on her face. Charmaine gave a soft nod, agreeing to her terms.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Sounds like a plan.
MO’NIQUE: How’re things going on the business front?
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: So far so good. We’ve got fresh merchandise in the works that I may pitch that we hold off until the coming month to time it with the Muscle & Fitness magazine release; I’ll also be talking with my team on booking my first autograph session that way we can promote the sales of both the magazine and the shirts.
Her (Mo’Nique) features twitched in surprise, she had no idea Charmaine had such a head for business. But anyone who grew up in their old neighborhood, surely, would develop some sort of hustling skills in some form or another. Her friend was clearly no exception. She was a woman developing a brand, and she appeared to be doing everything right from where she was sitting.
MO’NIQUE: Look at you, I’m impressed. You better get that bag, girl.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: That house ain’t going to pay for itself; I’ll have to really work my ass off to secure it. And if I’m World Champion by next month, that’ll make things all the more sweeter -- not only a big event check but a main event and championship bonus would only increase my sales. Then, the sky's the limit. A book deal. A major motion picture! I could be well on my way to becoming the biggest name in sports entertainment history! I may even have the coin to buy the APW one day. I’ve got so much on the line, taking a loss ain’t an option, especially when I’m so close to realizing all of my goals. The Alpha World Title is there for anyone bawse enough to come along and snatch it...and there ain’t nobody in that company more bawse than this bitch right here. Noris Cranley may have gotten the better of me the last time we brushed shoulders, but I’m not finna let that happen a second time. I’ve grown a lot since our inaugural exhibition match; I’ve been at the gym so much they’ve started charging me rent -- always the first through the doors and the last out of them because my pride and competitive edge wouldn’t allow the lasting impression he made on me stand. Since then, one of my top priorities has been to be the one who finally pins his shoulders to the mat and gives him his first official loss. But then Monday Night happened...Smith Jones beat me to it and that’s alright, because there’s still a score to be settled between us. In some bizarre way, I guess I have Noris to thank...for my development -- for pushing me to be better than I was in the previous week(s) -- for making his defeat at my hand and becoming the APW’s Elite that much more enticing and gratifying when the moment arises. A three way dance wasn’t what I had in mind for the day he and I would square up again, but I’ll take what I can get considering what’s on the line. Besides, adding one more tortured soul to a match that I would say has already reached capacity won’t make much of a difference. Zombie can touch that mat along with Noris. He’s developed a reputation as an online troll, so I’ve done well so far not to feed into his emotionally triggering, politically incorrect, and borderline sexually harassing juvenile jokes, but you can be sure that I haven’t forgotten them. If he wants to test Gawd then I’m more than willing to unleash a plague of biblical proportions on him; one that’ll make the great flood look like a splish-splash in the kiddie pool. The holy grail is in my sights and not even the combined strengths of a coked up lunatic with a hardon for mass destruction and a self-proclaimed ‘unstoppable’ force.
MO’NIQUE: I really thought the two of you would have been allies, I mean, you both have similar upbringings...you know what it’s like to grow up without the guidance of a positive male figure in the household and have overcome many adversities to get where you are today.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: I know where you’re traipsing, but you can cut that shit right now. He and I are nothing alike. He is a shady, arrogant, know-it-all who thinks he’s untouchable.
MO’NIQUE: Bitch, really? This coming from the person who calls herself ‘DaGawd’, the most untouchable being in creation. Whether you choose to see it or not, y’all have a lot in common; which is why I don’t see why you can’t put all this animosity to the side and link up? Come together like buttcheeks and be the shit already! We’ll never grow as a people if we continue to hold each other back.
A compelling thought that shook her to her core. Engaging in any personal conflict with Noris, Allen Anderson, or anyone of similar background with intentions to cripple or end their careers went against everything she stood for as a black woman; but allowing them the privilege of shining brighter than her, went against her ideals as a competitor. Never had she been so torn before.
CHARMAINE DAGAWD: Look, I get what you’re saying, and you do make quite a few good points, but if memory serves me correctly I didn’t start this beef between us, he did. Anyways, we’re too far into the game to backpedal now. What’s done is done, now we have to deal with what comes next. I’m going to wipe all of those dreams of him becoming Alpha World Champion from that pretty little mind of his even if it’s the last thing that I do.
With the final bell having tolled on the life of the former Alpha World Champion, the strap was now up for grabs. Smith Jones had already solidified his contention for it and now it was up to Charmaine to do the same against some stiff competition in Zombie McMorris and Noris Cranley. Having the momentum curve swaying in her favor, she was brimming with confidence. But none of it was without concern as there was a lot riding on this match, it meant more money, a Title, and getting her brand off the ground; what more could she have asked for?
