Post by Ares Mccullough on Mar 13, 2018 0:22:09 GMT -5
::PROLOGUE II::
FADE IN FROM BLACK
FADE IN FROM BLACK
1628 W. 88th St.
South Central, Los Angeles, CA 90044
Wednesday, March 7, 2018 0 2:38:55 AM
The blinking flourescnt beat my eyes to the point of exhaustion and I was forced awake. I toss the phone across the room and place my feet on the cold hardwood floors. Kayley, sound asleep with a titty hanging out of her tank top never feels the vibrating cell phone beneath her body. This was a typical evening for me.
A shower. A cup of black coffee. And two blunts later I find myself speeding down the 105 headed toward Southgate. If the Factory was going to be my new stomping ground I had to say my last goodbyes to the warehouse. When I approach the building the Gate Keeper pushes a button and I drive my two door '95 Honda Civic to the back of the large warehouse and find a parking spot next to a Maserati and a Ferrari. I was out of place to some, but to me, this was a normal day.
The room was well lit, Four Men, the Horsemen as I called them, dressed in Armani Suits and expensive leather have a seat at a table and I am greeted by my brother, Sultan. "Glad you made it. Did you speak with Steel?" His words went in one ear and out the other. I was focusing on my surroundings. I did not know these gentlemen and regardless of my brother's promises that they are good guys, I could never be too sure. "Are you ready?" My brother asks.
"I was born ready." I say with a smile before removing athletic tape from the pocket of my sweat pants. "How's Kayley?" Sultan asks.
"I just put her to bed." Sultan smirks at my humor before walking over to the Horsemen. Sultan and the Horsemen hold a lengthy conversation while I throw my hair up in a bun, tape my knuckles, fists, feet, and wrists. When i am done I remove my sweats and begin a warm up in nothing but skin tight trunks. I had no clue what was about to go down but I knew twenty thousand dollars was on the line.
I did this twice a month. I show up to a location and I secure the bag. A slamming door breaks my focus and I look over to the shadows and see a dark figure approaching the dimly lit area. A large generator keeps one large kino light and rows of lower wattage lights burning. The ominous figure reveals itself as a man, but through my eyes it was a tree trunk with bags of rice wrapped around it.
"Welcome!" Big Chain Horsemen with the big chain around his neck shouts with pleasure at the arrival of his fighter. A real life Johnny Cage. The White Boy Soviet from Rocky type. I guess he'll understand where I'm coming from when he realizes the only thought on my mind was, "If he dies... he dies."
[/font][/div]The blinking flourescnt beat my eyes to the point of exhaustion and I was forced awake. I toss the phone across the room and place my feet on the cold hardwood floors. Kayley, sound asleep with a titty hanging out of her tank top never feels the vibrating cell phone beneath her body. This was a typical evening for me.
A shower. A cup of black coffee. And two blunts later I find myself speeding down the 105 headed toward Southgate. If the Factory was going to be my new stomping ground I had to say my last goodbyes to the warehouse. When I approach the building the Gate Keeper pushes a button and I drive my two door '95 Honda Civic to the back of the large warehouse and find a parking spot next to a Maserati and a Ferrari. I was out of place to some, but to me, this was a normal day.
The room was well lit, Four Men, the Horsemen as I called them, dressed in Armani Suits and expensive leather have a seat at a table and I am greeted by my brother, Sultan. "Glad you made it. Did you speak with Steel?" His words went in one ear and out the other. I was focusing on my surroundings. I did not know these gentlemen and regardless of my brother's promises that they are good guys, I could never be too sure. "Are you ready?" My brother asks.
"I was born ready." I say with a smile before removing athletic tape from the pocket of my sweat pants. "How's Kayley?" Sultan asks.
"I just put her to bed." Sultan smirks at my humor before walking over to the Horsemen. Sultan and the Horsemen hold a lengthy conversation while I throw my hair up in a bun, tape my knuckles, fists, feet, and wrists. When i am done I remove my sweats and begin a warm up in nothing but skin tight trunks. I had no clue what was about to go down but I knew twenty thousand dollars was on the line.
I did this twice a month. I show up to a location and I secure the bag. A slamming door breaks my focus and I look over to the shadows and see a dark figure approaching the dimly lit area. A large generator keeps one large kino light and rows of lower wattage lights burning. The ominous figure reveals itself as a man, but through my eyes it was a tree trunk with bags of rice wrapped around it.
"Welcome!" Big Chain Horsemen with the big chain around his neck shouts with pleasure at the arrival of his fighter. A real life Johnny Cage. The White Boy Soviet from Rocky type. I guess he'll understand where I'm coming from when he realizes the only thought on my mind was, "If he dies... he dies."
FADE TO BLACK