#GlitterAndGagReflexes
Jan 21, 2018 17:34:53 GMT
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Post by Andre Aquarius on Jan 21, 2018 17:34:53 GMT
Part 1: NSD
It seems like the longer you be out here, the less the dogs seem to care ‘bout your presence. I remember my first day out here when all them pits was tryna break free to get a piece of that dark meat.
?: They’d have done some serious damage to, cous.
Dubs?
I hadn’t heard his voice or seen his face in months.
Mr. NSD: Glad to see yours is still kickin’ though.
Uh...yeah, he’s still a lil’ mangy and shit, but he’s good.
Mr. NSD was the result of ya boi consumin’ copious amounts of psychedelic drugs over a pretty long period of time. I used to think all that #StayWoke shit was corny and lame, but it’s a lil’ bit different when you see some shit like this. The way Dubs first explained it to me was that he was sorta like my own spiritual tour guide.
Mr. NSD: Shit’s been mellow for you.
Mr. NSD: So, I wasn’t needed.
What changed?
Mr. NSD: You know.
He was right. In the past few weeks, I’d been feelin’ cold sweats and nightmares takin’ over my body. Ever since-
Mr. NSD: Look, I don’t know what it is that you been seein’ or what it is that’s different, but you know that I’m here for somethin’.
Mr. NSD: Who?
Mr. NSD: Nigga, wh-
I hadn’t seen Jim Thuggin’ since that Salton Sea trip, but his words was still buzzin’ ‘round in my head. Of course, they did add that lil’ bit of extra fuel to the fire and have played some part in ya boi lookin’ to everybody like the franchise player. Whether that was Jim in some form or just my imagination..I don’t know, bruh.
Kara: Andre.
Lookin’ up from the kitchen table, I see Kara wit’ our fucked up lil’ dog Kevin standin’ behind her.
Andre: Yeah, I’m okay.
I could tell from the sweat tricklin’ down her hairline that she’d just finished up wit’ one of her routine supply runs.
The spot on the padded bench next to me where Dubs sat was now vacant. It’s pretty typical of dude to go away whenever somebody approaches ya boi.
Andre: Nobody.
Kara: ...Alright, well I was gonna take Kevin and head across town for this week’s talent show if you wanted to tag along.
Andre: I would, but you know..headed out in the morning for NBW and all.
Kara: Understood. Well...I’ll be back later tonight.
She offers me that familiar smile before walkin’ out the camper. I sit back on the bench, falling back into my own head and thinking back to that throne.
Mr. NSD: Lil’ hippy bitch still lookin’ good. Ay, if shit don’t work out between you two, you oughta send lil’ mama my way.
Dubs leans against the door, lookin’ out toward the desert. I reach forward and grab an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table, chuckin’ it toward his head which just barely misses him and splits in half against the doorframe.
Mr. NSD: Save it for week three..
Part 2: #ODB
Mr. NSD: I didn’t think you was that into workin’ out.
It was dope havin’ a gym within drivin’ distance of the arena.
...I wasn’t.
I take time to control my breathing as my fists and elbows strike against the bag’s worn surface.
Mr. NSD: What changed?
You ain’t never seen a nigga grindin’ before?
It was about ten in the mornin’ and luckily, there were only a few people walkin’ ‘round the place. Trainin’ isn’t exactly something that I want gettin’ interrupted by an army of dumb marks tryna get Prince Lightskin’s signature, but I knew these muhfuckers was the type to call my sport’uh choice fake or gay instead of somehow recognizin’ who I was.
Mr. NSD: I just ain’t never seen YOU grindin’ before, not like this anyway.
Just refocusin’ is all.
Mr. NSD: You’re different, man.
I’m undefeated though, ain’t I?
Mr. NSD: Ay, I’m not baggin’, bro. I’m just here makin’ observations on the matter is all.
“Will you ascend to the throne? Will you make it yours?...or will you end up like the rest of them?” Maybe Dubs hadn’t appeared in the first two weeks, but Jim Thuggin’, a man who had served as a mentor for me and my former stablemates was the reason that I find myself here. Prior to my #EnBeeDub debut, I made it a point to start workin’ on my physical shape a lil’ bit more.
I’d been thinking about which “them” he was talkin’ ‘bout. Was it the obvious squatters and other lost souls who found Salton as they final restin’ place? I’d heard the stories ever since I first came to Slabs. Usually, it was from a crazed ol’ hermit, but you could still hear the people at the Slab City internet cafe whisperin’ amongst themselves whenever it was brought up. Shit definitely had a stigma to it and as far as Slab City goes, I still feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. I’m a lil’ more careful too, existin’ more in the desert as Andre Taylor than Mister Kunta, but I’m pretty sure they can smell the designer taste from a mile away.
Then again, maybe Thuggin’ was actually referrin’ to me and my #BeachKrew family as a whole. I haven’t talked to a lot of’em in awhile, but I know the stable ain’t quite what it used to be. A lot of my bros are MIA while others seem to have had a lil’ misstep or two. Is this me bein’ tested, Jim darin’ me to make the leap to bonafied superstar like Rabid, Wade, and Jared before me? My standin’ was never a secret among the bunch. I was a tier two attack dog after partyin’ my way through the initial run and while my standin’ may have slipped,
I’ve still ventured elsewhere and made a name for myself with short runs in other companies, but after just a couple of weeks, I’m feelin’ pretty damn good about Kunta takin’ over #EnBeeDub. So when I think back to the image of the Salton Sea and our former stable manager, I start to see that throne more clearly. I caught a glimpse of it’s outline when I beat FarCry in week one and I could start to make out dat golden glory as my elbow connected against the side of ShadyBoi’s head.
Mr. NSD: Easy on the striking, man. You don’t wanna tucker yourself out too much before that tag match, do you?
Maybe he had a point. The thing that got me them first two victories was bein’ able to outsmart niggas, not outpower them. Then again, that two and zero record means that muhfuckers is gonna start buildin’ they gameplans around that exact thing. Wouldn’t hurt to flip shit on’em again if I were to find myself in a predicament, right?
Nah, I think I’m good, bruh.
?: Andre….Andre Taylor?
Didn’t recognize this one. Sorta your typical frat nigga, shoulders that make his head look way too small.
Andre: ..Do I know you?
Homeboy’s eyes told the story of a mild hangover.
?: It’s Jake! Me, you, and Jared-
Not now. Maybe when I’m not trying to focus in on this in ring shit..but not now.
Jake: Bro?..
As I made my way outside toward the rental, I turn back to look at the row of glass windows along the outside of the buildin’.
Not today..
The lifestyle of goin’ all in on the dank shit and payin’ no mind to what exactly it is that I’m doin’, I’ll never be able to turn my back on it for good. The #BeachKrew life is who I am, but I’ve been in that lane plenty wit’ that one track mind and I know that right now, Andre Taylor is adding layers that will remove any doubts about who is the rightful king. Will I ascend to the throne? Will I make it mine? Will I end up like the others? My mind’s been made up.
Part 3: Captain
As I stretch out near Gorilla, keepin’ my eyes on dat Brooke Bell ass down the hall, I see the usual weak sauce lil’ camera boi speedwalkin’ toward me right on queue.
CameraBoi: Mr. Aquarius! I-
Ya boi push forth the baby soft palm of his right hand into that yappin’ hangdown hole, silencin’ this lil’ jabroni and his cliche introduction.
Andre: This, what you tryna come up to ya boi wit’ right now, that’s now how shit’s finna go down today. Bruh bruh nation demands more from the promo department, ya feel me?
CameraBoi: I just-
Andre: Kunta ain’t givin’ a fuck ‘bout the words comin’ outta your mouth. Now pay attention, bruh bruh. SickWaves Blackamura ‘bout to make ya ass famous.
I see him take a hard, awkward swallow as he steadies his hands on the camera.
Andre: Week one, we nigged it up a bit and pulled out that sly lil’ dub and made it known that ya boi is the bar in the First Blood division. That look’uh resentment from a nigga whose big mainstream I’d taken away was the first entry into Massah Pryde’s Hall of Dank. Week two rolls around and they decide that the logical next step is to hit me wit’ that former #YouSeaEye master strategist, but that muhfucker wasn’t able to slow the train down either. ShadyBoi was supposed to be some kinda hurdle, but this monkey made dude’s shit look like an ant hill.
Maybe this be it though, huh? We’re just a week away from that first PPV and those that been puttin’ in the work feel that they actually gonna be the ones to breakout, to step in to a spotlight that Andre muhfuckin’ Aquarius been reservin’ for himself. Shit, bruh, I even got the nameplate custom made and everything. See, I know the answer to WHO be seizin’ the throne, but this go-home ish got muhfuckers like Emmit Kraus and FarCry thinkin’ that they finna soften up young nigga Andy and serve my ass up like margarine on some Hawaiian Sweet.
Life in #EnBeeDub ain’t ‘bout to be what none of you thought it was. The new TV deal, existin’ champs bein’ challenged by a bunch hopeful newcomers, and what sounds like an even playin’ field...but it ain’t even though, is it? That brass ring that got niggas thinkin’ that they can be the face’uh this joint? Kunta is the one danglin’ it in the first place. Make no mistake about this shit, #EnBeeDub ain’t ‘bout tryna be Vinny Pryde’s top talent, it’s just y’all tryin’ to survive in the lightskin jungle. Yeah, you can stand up on them tip toes all day tryna take that brass, but this fed’s MonkeyBoi is always gonna be the one danglin’ it in the first place.
From day fuckin’ one, SickWaves been Smaug in this bitch and it’s really not even that I need it all, I just fuckin’ feel like layin’ claim to everything of worth around here like the shameless fuckin’ glutton that I am and on that very first day, the AA brass ring was held over the dome piece of that nigga FarCry. I could see it in his eyes, how he too was lustin’ over that same pile of gold and dreamin’ of what it would mean to claim at as is own and knock this lippy jerk boy back down a few pegs. I know that muhfucker truly believed that it was meant to be, but oooooh was ol’ boi wrong!
On episode one of #EmBeeEm, Lieutenant Lightskin rocked a nigga to his very core. I know it stung too. It always does when you step to Kunta and he puts ya ass in your proper place, because I be doin’ shit in ways that just don’t sit right wit’ muhfuckers. You book me in that first blood shit wit’ a highly praised prospect and what do I do? I knick the jabroni just enough to grab the win. It felt like a robbery, didn’t it? What was supposed to be a special night for FarCry was shit on by yours truly and there ain’t nothin’ that makes me happier than that right there.
Ya boi finna get even more pleasure outta this beatin’ too, because as fun as it was droppin’ my trousers on FarCry and don’t worry, I’ll get back to ol’ boi in a minute..I been rockin’ a stiffy ever since I heard I was gettin’ Emmit Kraus in dat squared circle. If you ain’t already in the know, then I suggest you go ahead and ask bruh bruh nation to fill you in on what it is that Prince Lightskin is known to do against opponents EXACTLY like Kraus. Now, muhfuckers that know Mister Kunta know that I ain’t one to have too much difficulty in the scoutin’ report, but this one is as easy of a read as you’re gonna find.
Emmit the type’uh nigga that finds comfort in the comfortable and yeah, I see the logic in that shit. People like what they know and ain’t too fond’uh much else. That’s why muhfuckers be wifin’ shit up, gettin’ off work, comin’ home to the same shithead lil’ kids and repeatin’ the process each and every fuckin’ day. Some find themselves fightin’ they entire lives to get to the comfortable and hatin’ every bit of the process. That’s where muhfucks be doin’ it all wrong too. When that comfort be the end goal, then the process ain’t gettin’ the proper attention that it deserve. Where Kunta comes from, we call people like that losers. There’s a weakness to’em and don’t think I ain’t seen Emmit rockin’ that paper armor.
My entire career..no fuck that, my entire LIFE been based on findin’ comfort in discomfort. It’s always been a point of pride for ya boi to embrace it and take control of them type’uh situations. Emmit’s lil’ jabroni ass oughta be shakin’ too. I picked up on his lil’ introverted tendencies. He finna take what he thinks is a careful or calculated approach against the nigga known as SeaBlack. People like me scare people like that. I’m the reason that Kraus be sittin’ in the corner wit’ his thinkin’ cap on and caca in them drawers. No matter how hard he tries, Emmit Kraus will never be comfortable when Andre Aquarius is involved.
I can already smell that envy rollin’ off’em like post-coital stank too. Muhfuckers can think ya boi is obnoxious all they want, but at the end of the day..niggas like Emmit wish they were Andre Aquarius. It’s the quiet ones, the ones who previously be thinkin’ they got the world all figured out. I’m here in #EnBeeDub enligtenin’ muhfuckers one by one. This week will serve as a reminder to FarCry and a painful ass lesson to Kraus. There ain’t finna be no jug band Christmas for the bruh bruh Emmet Otter, the most valuable nigga in the sport exposin’ him as third string Muppet at best.
There’s only a few ways this shit can go and ain’t none of’em the desired result. He can bring the shit he be knowin’, what makes him comfortable..but that won’t work when Prince Lightskin is ya opponent and actually knows how to adapt to a situation. He can try to mimic Prince Lightskin..but you can never be as good as the OG. Then the last option..well that’d be to tuck tail like the lil’ bitch made jabroni he is or to fizzle out due to that lack of awareness. That’s the one ya boi be puttin’ money on just because ol’ boi ain’t gonna want to be livin’ in a world ran by me much longer once it finally hits’em.
Shiiit, it wouldn’t be fair’uh me to just go on like it’s me versus the world this week, right? Don’t think I forgot ‘bout be tagged up wit’ that fruit bootin’ nigga Nyeo Son. See, I recognize the value in our pairin’. It’s hard enough tryna figure out combat against a wiley lil’ coon like SickWaves. You pair’em up wit’ an in denial homo and what do you get? Somethin’ that should fuckin’ terrify FarCry and Kraus. They be the ones who gotta crack the code, not us. Duders ‘bout to wonder how the punk and the monkey boi is able to work together so well as if they forgot the reason ya boi broke into the business in the first place was the ability to get shit done in tag matches.
If it’s a singles match against either one of them bois, I win. Makin’ this a tag match was fuckin’ homicidal on creative’s part. When you put Prince Lightskin in tag action, what you end up doin’ is allowin’ me to rest up, to properly regroup and come at’em from more angles. There ain’t finna be no give from MonkeyBoi. I’m here ready to steamroll a couple fuckin’ schmucks and when this shit’s over wit’, I’m walkin’ right up to PPV’s front door wit’ my right hand on my seven inches and a bottle of Viniq in the left, because #EnBeeDub ‘bout to have a real man poppin’ it’s cherry and you can #SEAlieveThat, bruh bruh nation.
#FadeToLightskin