Post by Andre Aquarius on Feb 12, 2018 8:38:14 GMT
Part 1: Legacy (Post title win)
Pushin’ through the curtains, I could see the look’uh resentment from every nigga involved wit’ the production. After weeks of successful #EmBeeEm shows, I know they felt like this PPV was a big deal for them too. There’s no way they pictured it goin’ this way.
I extend that chocolate pointer finger against homeboy’s mouth.
Andre: Shhh..
Walkin’ through Gorilla wit’ MY #TooLit championship felt damn good, but it felt even better when I came across the new women’s champion. I knew this shit would happen the moment that me and her met. See, Kunta energy does some shit to ya. When you align yourself wit’ this brand, wit’ the Prince Lightskin program...shit finna go well for you.
There wasn’t no exchangin’ of words right away, rather just a look...a mutual eye fuck/show of respect. She adjusted the belt up just a bit more on her shoulder, smilin’ at me as she did.
Andre: Strap looks good on ya, lil’ mama.
I really meant that too. In a place full’uh edgy blowhard jabronis and cosplayers, it feels good to see the two of us, two of the realest..hoistin’ up the things that our peers themselves covet more than anything. Andre Aquarius and Brooke Bell were now the source of all their envy and it makes ya boi hard as a GAWD DAMN rock.
Brooke: The same to you too, Andre.
Andre: Ayy, what do you say we head out tonight. You know, get a lil’ bit fucked up and enjoy a nice victory lap.
Brooke: ..I’d like that.
It’d been awhile since I let myself have real fun. I wanted that throne. Now that I’m sittin’ in it, time to raise the chalice.
Part 2: Man in the sand
Kara: Glad you took a chance on the sport again?
Andre: I knew somethin’ would find it’s way ‘round my waist sooner or later. Just always felt like destiny to me.
After pulling my bags out the car, I slammed hard on that squeaky ass back door. It ain’t that ya boi can’t afford a better ride, it’s just that it’s best not to come to a place like Slab City wit’ somethin’ too nice. Hell, even in its current condition, this shitty ass lil’ whip’uh mine is at risk of bein’ ripped off. #KnockOnWood
Andre: Yeah. You ready to head in?
She nods and smiles as we turn from the car.
Andre: That’s the plan.
Turnin’ the corner from the back of the camper, I see the screen door swing shut.
I toss my bag down and sprint away from Kara. Just up ahead, I see the culprit. A filthy lookin’ ass lil’ vagrant wit’ MY championship danglin’ from his hand.
As anyone doin’ a little research on this desert land knows, it really is the closest thing to lawless you’ll find in this country. However, if you steal another nigga’s shit, you do open yourself up to an assbeatin’ if you are caught in the act.
It’s ain’t wise to make a ruckus ‘bout shit, but the OGs out here are more than understandin’ when it comes to theft and protectin’ what’s yours.
It didn’t take long before his ol’ body started to catch up with’em. The hobo ass nigga gained a bit of a limp as we hit more open land. I jumped forward and drug that muhfucker down wit’ me. I could see fear and some other sorta unexplainable concern in his eyes as he lay sprawled out beneath me. I had my hand ‘round his throat for a bit, but let go to let the words he was tryna speak come out.
His eyes only grew wider.
Andre: Fuck you tahm ‘bout?!
Old man: The man….
I let up a lil’ bit, shovin’ him back as I look ‘round the area.
Old man: The man...the man..in the sand.
Of course, just another ol’ fuck who doped himself up to a point of retardation.
Total fuckin’ weirdo, but I saw the conviction in them eyes.
BANG!
The pop was ear shatterin’. I collapse back against the dirt, my vision growin’ blurry. I tried to make somethin’, anything out, but my needed senses were fried. Through my fingertips, I felt the quake.
Part 3: Express ya’self.
Crew member: Conference in fifteen, Andre!
I nod to Massah Clipboard. When you champ, the press always gotta have a word wit’ ya early on gameday. You know, gotta get someone important on that shit to dig up ratings. I let him exit though, returnin’ me to my lonesome where the only things keepin’ me company are a camera and tripod.
In this new era, the #AgeOfAquarius, I’m the bar and as bruh bruh nation gathers ‘round me, Imma be the one carryin’ the torch. There’s no longer any denyin’ it, this is my arena and lil’ miss Mya finna know what’s up too real soon. This thing ain’t even started yet and I know she shook early. That’s how it always goes. I know wit’ the eyes she got for Farcry that she saw me put that nigga to shame twice already. It was SickWaves who got inside his head and sucked away any trace of pre-existin’ confidence. What would make Mya or anyone else think it finna be a different story wit’ her?
I know the type I’m dealin’ wit’ here well. Lil’ Miss Denton just ain’t right in the head and of course, the blame always gets put on niggas and you know..maybe there’s some small amount of validity to that shit, but it just don’t feel right to give a bunch’uh past fucks ALL of the credit for a psyche that was prolly weak in the first place. You might get beat down by the muhfuckers that you want to comfort ya ass, but it still comes down to you bein’ wired wrong. Mya ain’t someone who can try frontin’ like she’s strong. The only thing we seen outta the few samples we been givin’ from her is falsehood. Ya boi don’t care if it’s pride in that crazy or confidence ‘bout the loomin’ competition, it’s bullshit either way.
That mind be runnin’ wild and she just don’t got any control over it. Someone like that shouldn’t even be expected to compete against Kunta. If #EnBeeDub wants to throw her in the mix against a prospect here and there, that’s their call, but they choosin’ to pull a one eighty wit’ it. A little sick if you ask me, havin’ Prince Lightskin be the one to push over the mental cripple like this. When it comes down to it, Imma have to do this bitch dirtier than any nigga that came before me. They’re presentin’ ya boi wit’ someone rockin’ a body full of patches and here I stand, ready and willin’ to unravel it all for good.
See, I knew that sooner or later, Massah Vin Vin would realize I was outclassin’ dudes and end up lookin’ elsewhere for a way to challenge me. It’s funny though that ol’ boi went and dipped into the women’s division as if Imma have any sort of reservations ‘bout fuckin’ up some lil’ latina thot. Truth is Kunta, ain’t one to discriminate on that front. What I do here in #EnBeeDub is pick up them dubs and if I gotta put a “Denton” the side of this bitch head to do snag number five, then that’s just how it finna go down. So when dat tide rolls in and you find ya’self strugglin’ to keep your head above the surface..don’t. Nothin’ good comes outta thrashin’ in open water.
#FadeToLightskin