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John_Black · **Yesterday, 09:25 PM**

[It opens up to JB in his office where his rec center is located in Baltimore, he’s taking various phone calls and emails to potential county executives to buy it off from him. Few weeks later, he meets one county executive who looked like Donald Trump but fatter, in his office for a meeting in selling the rec center.]

Harry Smith: Good morning Johnathan Blackstone, im one of the county executives who has the mind to buy this rec center to build condos here. Personally, i think this place isn’t worth the business.

[Harry opens his briefcase with a duffle full of money, and a contract he lays in front of John’s table. JB looks at the duffel of cash, and the contract to sell the center.]

JB: I’ll have my lawyers look into it next week before i get out of town.

Harry Smith: No, you need to make a decision by 5pm. Half this whole town is bought out by my company.

JB: What company?

Harry Smith: Smith’s Logistic Co. We been in operation since 1960s. Have you heard about the company?

JB: Heard about it?... man, i’ve been hearing all the shady shit yall be doing to ruin a neighboorhood. Do you remember Calvin’s Barbershop?... now thats a overpriced condo that ruined the city of Balitmore.

Harry Smith: Listen here boy you better sign the deed over to my company, or i will have to send in some “enforcements” to change your mind.

[Just like that, JB stood his ground by not signing away the rec center. Then he gets on his phone, and some time later two henchmen barricade the door. Then one of the rec member overhears the conversation by the door, and rushes to the lobby/reception area to tell the others.]

Rec Mem 1: Hey, Kidman… i think that John’s going to sell this rec center!

Rec Mem 2: Bullshit, you know he wouldn’t sell it out to that corporation. He’s too prideful for that handout.

Rec Mem 5: This place is old, hell most of this place is basically a old townie rec center. Why else do you think they want to buy out the place?

Rec Mem 1: But what about the kids… old folks… he wouldn’t do that to this place!

[A few hours passed, and JB had called in the staff for a meeting in his office.]

JB: Look y’all… I wanted to let you know something important.

Rec Mem 5: Is it a raise?... mama needs a new pair of shoes!

[One of them punched 5’s arm to shut up.]

JB: No, y’all heard about the whole Westend Condo extension?

Rec Mem 1: Oh yes, that sky high condos that’s causing downtown Baltimore to look more like a gentrified area.

Rec Mem 5: Good, we need to have the area look good. Im tired of bums, trash and the heathens that ruin the city!

[One of the members decides to hit 5’s arm again, but this time they strike back. JB slams his hand on the desk to stop the nonsense to have them focus on the meeting.]

JB: STOP IT…. George, if you don’t want to be here…then give me your shirt and get the fuck on out!

[George then was hesitant, but then takes off his staff shirt and leaves it on the table for everyone to see. After he left the office, the remaining members stood there in silence, as JB eyes his staff.]

JB: If you all would want to follow suit, then do so… but understand that this rec center is here to stay. Even if it isn’t as updated as the Yorkton Center off of East Baltimore, this is a pillar of the community, and ever since Miss Gina Lawson gave me a deed to this place. I will make sure this place is here to stay, and the budget will improve. Any questions?

[Most of the staffers had no questions, and they went along with their duties. It was half past 9pm, and most of the staffers were gone. JB was at the entrance of the building, and before he could close it, he saw the same henchmen in his office coming up to him. Then Harry Smith, with a smug on his face came up to him.]

Harry Smith: Guess what Johnathan, the deed to this place isn’t in your name…. And that one staffer who quit, is related to the dead Miss Gina Lawson… George Lawson, the grand nephew. He told me everything and signed off on it.

[Then in the limo, JB see’s George with the duffle of money and he just shakes his head in shame. Then Harry extends his hand out for the keys, and JB was refusing, but then realized that he had no choice, so he handed them to Harry who looked on with glee. ]

Harry Smith: Nice doing business with you, boy!

[With that, the place he once managed was sold off to be turned into condos. As he made it to his townhome, he turned on the TV to watch the news. He gets himself some tea, and cookies to sit by his couch to ease the pain of losing the center. As the news continues, he finds out that Smith Logistic Co’s fraud and embezzlement charges from one of the police officers. After he found out, he just shook his head and drank his tea. Few minutes pass, and he gets a phone call from one of the staff members, named Nancy.]

Nancy: Hey John, I heard what George did that is messed up! So, is the rec center closed for good?

JB: Yeah…. I had no dog in that fight, and to be fair… he is related to her by blood, and I have nothing else to say.

Nancy: Well John, its a shame that you had to give up the place to that slimebag Harry.

JB: Don’t blame me, my hands are tied… look, maybe you’ll be able to break the news to the rest of the staff, and have a nice life.

Nancy: Okay John, have a good life as well.

[From there, JB had just ended up roaming in his house. During his low state, he ended up going to the gym to work out his stress and anger over the sell of the rec center. Some time passes, and he shaves his beard and hair, and gets leaner. He looks at himself in the mirror, as the scene simply fades.]

“While i can sit in my house, and loathe. I am pissed that the rec center has been bought off, feels like that thing i worked for has gone to shit. Well, I can’t sit around and be idle, i can’t just back down when things don’t turn out the way it should be. The main reason i decided to take a hiatus from XWF was simple, its all just a popularity contest to see who has the biggest lips to kiss asses of. Just like George to Harry’s ass, i wanna rip em off and stomp on em until they turn into ashes. I know that sounds so vile, but that’s how I feel about corporate takeovers who undermine the community.

Back in the days, I would be able to turn to a rec center to get me out of trouble. Now, i don’t know what i can fall back on, although i was offered to teach at Grave’s wrestling school i still am on the fence about that. Thug 101…. What the hell does it mean in the eyes of those students who’d be better off getting financial advice from Charles Nickleson on NOT what to do to sustain in the wrestling game. They don’t need me to teach them the streets, let the streets teach them how to live a life of ass kissin, undermindin tatics to the tenth degree.

Where i am coming from is from my days in the streets of inner Baltimore, before I got into NYU for comp sci, before i went into the wrestling school down there… before, all this shit. I’ve see enough bodies dead in the streets, people od’in on that crack pipe, shit i even remember seeing a dead body by the train tracks for fun. That, made learn that the world isn’t shit but bad people, and bad connections. Does that stop me from sending a positive message to the people?

Not exactly…im still spreading my street knowledge to the XWF universe.

When I decided to come back here, it wasn’t for the titles, bragging rights or whatever… it was for the love of the game, and to spread my message to these fans. They might not know what a thug is, or what being a Soulja is; but i will make them feel that energy as i step in that ring again, and so do I expect it to be a classic?...

Match Of The Year Contender?....

Where’s the 40 oz malt liquor to smash on the ground to say FUK NAW!

Since I'm taking on Solomon Kline, he’s not to far off from a fucked up life as well. The main difference is, his background was bathed in blood, and mines was bathed in gunsmoke and crack pipes. Kline, might be a young busta and has the backing of a former Kline member who worked in this place decades ago, but unlike him i didn’t have the nepo disease that roams in his own blood. I wasn’t put in to be apart of a failed faction that turned on me, just for the slight inconvenience. Shit, maybe if I was a Kline member, maybe motherfuckers would pay attention to me… but atlas, that isn’t gonna happen.

I didn’t have the backing of a "Blizzard" or held a title that none has even heard of, hell i never had the mantle of being in War Games as so called captain unlike Solomon. He might be a “Physco” but he’s no more less than a bitch, daddy won’t save him from a whoppin he should have gotten before he step foot into this company. I don’t hate the kid, lord knows full well that I respect his own contributions towards this federation, but can he live up past his old man’s mantle?

Solo, I know you have this desire to not be seen as a nepo baby, well you have to do that with me in less than a few days from now in Dubai. While you struggle with a sliver or in this case, bronzed spoons in your mouth we get cases where kids your age are either living like kings or like slaves due to a poor economic crisis that lead them into falsehoods of riches. While i have my side comments on the treatment of people in Dubai, that isn’t the main issue to be fair, but it’s what I have to prove to the world who’d listen.

Solo, you’re stepping into the lions den of war and death, and i want you to carry that “Physco” mantle with you, because you know full well that I wlll stop at nothing to turn you out, and make you realize that you aren’t the big shot that you carry in the ring, behind the locker room another story you can tell on your own timeline. I want to fight, just to fight the injustice of nepos disease, fight against the wannabe’s of this fed, the types who need to simply learn how much a man like myself don’t give a damn what the outcome will be in that hot ass, dry ass, artificial wasteland known as Dubai.

When that bell rings, and that crowd sit there in heat with their million dollar couches and AC vents, I will sweat it up in that ring until someone has to stop going either due to blood loss, heath exhaustion or something even worse. Whatever the case will be Solomon, you need to be prepared for a war that you need to be on your toes on.

Because I'm coming in like a soulja… bet on black, mafuka!”

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