Post by Andre Aquarius on Jan 6, 2018 19:41:07 GMT
Part 1: Somewhere else
Seein’ me, you’d prolly be thinkin’ that you was lookin’ at a ghost. It’d been awhile since a certain “incident” caused me to pack up all my shit and leave my bros and job at WCF behind. Few may have gotten word about my venture elsewhere to a lil’ joint in Vegas called Sin City, a company competin’ outta smaller venues in front of small crowds filled with loyal, but slobbish niggas. It wasn’t long before ya boi’s paranoia got the best of’em though. I just felt it best to dip out.
I don’t think I could tell you exactly how long it’s been that I’ve been livin’ in Slab City. Time seems to just melt away under the heat. There is a certain excitement that comes with the lawless nature of that shit though.
Kara: Hey, I’m gonna head out on a supply run. Any special requests while I’m gone?
Andre: Nah, I think I’m good. Thanks though.
I know what you may be thinkin’ and no, Kunta ain’t a one woman kinda man, but that don’t mean I ain’t layin’ mad pipe to that dread-headed beauty. The Slabs are a free and inviting place if you know how to keep your cool. Still, it helps to have somebody you’re close with. When I arrived, I really had nowhere to stay and no idea where exactly it was that I was goin’, but Kara was one of the first people to introduce me to the area and even went as far as invitin’ me to move in to her place.
For those who ain’t exactly familiar with Slab City, pretty much everything looks like shit. Kara’s got a decent sized camper, but most people’s homes are made of boards and tarps that are about as good as a lil’ kid’s makeshift pillow fort. If you ever wanna look at some post apocalyptic shit, then look no further than the desert town that I now call home.
NBW Invite
Since my WCF departure, I’d received a ton of offers from indie promotions and start ups that would clog my inbox. I get it though, you need notable talent that’s seen the spotlight before to make your shows worth a shit, but the only reason I even jumped on SCW’s was that it was an older invite that Kara convinced me to jump on. Still, I’m always willin’ to see what’s up even if they’re usually just bullshit.
New Blood Wrestling is about to be launched into the spotlight with a new TV deal from SyFy and would love to have someone with your talents on board.
That TV deal part be soundin’ mad nice and I mean, maybe it’s been long enough. Maybe people had forgotten about the WCF incident. It’s not like people have come poundin’ down the front door yet, right?
NBW looks to kickoff this new deal with a flagship show in Monday Bloody Monday. As of this moment, we’ve managed to contract many well known talents such as Bonnie Blue, Corey Bull, Alex Richards, L Verez, Shadowlove, and Erin Fausse among others.
Hmmm..
As my fingers tapped against the keyboard, I could feel that familiar itch comin’ over me. I mean, if I really think about it, that small time setting that had appealed to me with SCW was sorta one of the reasons I faded on the fed. Fact of the matter is that Prince Lightskin is a big fuckin’ deal. Now we’ve got a promotion snaggin’ a TV deal AND a bunch of muhfuckers that are already established on the bigger stages? Ooooooh, nigga!…
KNOCK.. KNOCK KNOCK
My eyes shot up from the screen, lookin’ toward the door as the signature three-beat tap that Kara used snagged my attention.
She stops for a second, noticin’ the look on my face.
Andre: It’s an offer actually..
Kara: To wrestle?
Andre: Yeah..
Kara: Anything special?
Andre: That’s how it’s lookin’.
Kara: Bigger than SCW?
Andre: Definitely.
Kara: Any big names?
Andre: I’m seein’ some with WCF history.
Kara: So, when are you going on the road then?
Andre: I just opened it.
Kara: We both know you’re taking it.
Andre: Maybe..
She swipes the keys off the counter and turns to push open the camper door once more, keepin’ her back to me as she exits and gives a final reply.
I smirk as the door slams shut behind her. I guess we both knew she was right. There was just somethin’ special to goin’ out to the ring and puttin’ dents in the skulls of that level of talent that I knew I was missin’ out on. Massah Seffery may have done his best to suppress ya boi, to keep a young nigglet down, but Andre Aquarius was some icon shit despite him. An even playin’ field with an opportunity to take the thrown that had alluded me before? I knew I had work to do.
Part 2: Salton’s edge
?: So...wrestlin’....some kinda life that must be..
The veteran bum took another big hit as the words came out’uh his mouth like molasses.
The two of us were sprawled out on tattered lawn chairs on the water’s edge, the fadin’ backs providin’ just enough protection against keep the trailin’ sun, even though it was somethin’ you find yourself gettin’ used to over time.
Andre: Yeah, I guess you got a point.
He passed the blunt over to me. Now, sharin’ bud wit’ people who look like this ain’t somethin’ most people would want to be doin’. Hell, if this was my first week or even first month in a snowbird community, it’d be a hard pass. One of the biggest things to survivin’ in this area is respect for these muhfuckers. If you don’t have that, you ain’t nothin’ but a dumb nigga waitin’ for the buzzards, you feel me?
Andre: About Salton?
?: Yep..
Andre: Not really.
?: Interesting..
Andre: I’ve been through a lot.
?: Ain’t we all?..
Andre: Good point.
As I passed the blunt back, I could see what I was missin’ reflected toward me off the surface. Through the lake, I saw a beach littered with empty cans and bronze bodies. I could see wave after wave of screamin’ wrestlin’ fan throwin’ their hate toward the little jerk boy that could. It fueled me then and it still fuels me now.
?: Are you happy?..
Andre: Yeah, I like to think so.
The scene before me changed. This time there weren’t any of my #BeachKrew bros, but the thots remained. This time though, more of them were awake and on a castle made of sand, I saw the crown placed upon my head. No longer was a prince, but a Lightskin King that they flocked to like cocoa butter scented nectar. Their hands caressed down ya boi like I was the Iman Shumpert to their Teyana Taylor.
?: Are you next?..
Andre: Excuse me?
As I turned to the aging man, his face had changed. No longer was I lookin’ at a face that told the tales of Slab City, but rather the stars above it.
Fuck..
The skies would fade to grey, swirlin’ about and shit.
Andre: I..
Jim Thuggin: ...or will you end up like the rest of them?
His finger uncoiled, pointin’ toward the lake whose blue went transparent enough to show me what lie beneath it. Each one reached toward me for help, strugglin’ to free themselves from the cinder blocks they were anchored to or the bags that were wrapped tight around their corpses.
Jim turned to sand that spun into the air, changin’ the sky to a piercin’ green this time. At the end of my chair, the ground gave way and the lake grew in size. As it closed in on me-
Kara: Andre!
My upper body shot forward as I gasped for air. I looked around the darkness of Kara’s camper while her hand lay on my back.
Andre: Yeah...I...I’m fine.
I fall back down, trying to get comfortable. I was thinking about tomorrow, the day that I would travel out for my New Blood Wrestling debut. Closin’ my eyes wasn’t easy as the words of Jim stayed with me. Was I next and if so, what for?
Part 3: From the poplar trees
I looked the part and I felt the part. Starin’ down that camera feels just as comfortable right now as it always had. If them niggas back at The Slabs saw me right now, they’d bind a muhfucker and drop’em to the bottom of the lake in a heartbeat.
The settin’ be a lot different though, huh? We might be back on a national platform, but it just ain’t like it was the last time, is it? WCF had more than it’s fair share of dumb muhfucks, but #NewBruhWrestlin be lookin’ like a Roy Moore rally in comparison. That’s why tonight finna be about MY statement. I get why SyFy be wantin’ Pryde to get them belts off all them crusty jabronis that currently call themselves champions. The world be changin’ for the danker and just ain’t ‘bout to stand for them pasty edgelords no more.
The world is wavy now. Through all the bullshit, me and bruh bruh nation are determined to claim this shit for the real movement. Whether you muhfucks want it or not, Chief Andre is your leader. I’ve been the one danglin’ from the poplars, the one that endures that leather ‘cross his back, and the one whose tastebuds know that GAWDDAMN pavement like they were lined up outside the muhfuckin’ Salvation Army. I remain free wit’ chains that just won’t hold. I’ve taken my beatin’ and now, I’m lookin’ to dish it out even harder than before. Soon, you’ll all find yourselves on the other side and it’s gonna be fuckin’ horrible.
The first nigga who be standin’ trial ain’t one that I’ve faced before, but ya boi ain’t need SHIT for that scoutin’ report. I knew what was up before I even saw the poster for tonight’s show. What I’m tasked with doin’ is bustin’ open this FarCry jabroni and showin’ him what a nigga wit’ a ribbon winnin’ hangdown can do when shit starts swingin’ for real. Pryde can go ahead and act like this match is about his viewin’ pleasure, but Kunta been gettin’ #RawkHard over this shit since before Massah Vin Vin was even a nut comin’ outta Tim Burton’s tip. #LOL
A nigga ain’t even need to practice for this shit, because when it comes down to it, I know how people like FarCry bleed. A lotta angst fuelin’ muhfuckers like this, but ain’t one of’em drip longer than ya boi’s wounds do. I know how to dissect. Shiiit, it’s my specialty, nigga. What I can tell FarCry and every ol’ bitch watchin’ the broadcast tonight wit’ all the confidence in the world..is that this nigga wasn’t built for this. I know he finna bleed easy and I know he gon’ be bone fuckin’ dry in a fraction of the time it takes him just to make an entrance, because this nigga FarCry a far cry from durable when it comes to fightin’ Andre muhfuckin’ Aquarius!
So, you can look at SickWaves Blackamura and see ya boi in all his lightskin glory tonight and assume whatever ya feel like assumin’ whether that be good or bad. Kunta knows that what you can’t see is somethin’ that you’d have to feel...and what you’d feel upon touchin’ my ass is the hardened quality of this shit. While I be lookin’ fly as fuck, I’m workin’ wit’ that rhino skin and ain’t no punkgy muhfuck like FarCry gonna be gettin’ through this armor. That means that after I’ve fatally wounded this bitch on live TV, Prince Lightskin begins his walk to the throne.
#FadeToLightskin