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GET KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT
It wasnt their fualt. How could it be their fualt?. They were just young thugs and I brough them into
the big picture too soon. They were teaming up with the best in the world, Sharkys Angels and James
Shark. I pushed them when they werent ready, they didnt know how to fly but I pushed they asses
out of the nest hopin they would just fly, little did I know these motherfuckers barely had wings and
they fell flat on their face.
After Battle Grounds Team Swag had an urgent meeting. They were all in my locker room. Latoya,
Lillian, Mixer and Victor. Victor had his head staring down at the floor and I couldnt blame him,
that nigga quit. He quit. He knew he quit. Niggas dont quit. At least where Im from, the niggas
I knew didnt quit. He cost me the match, not only did he cost me the match but Alison Williams
also cost me the match. She was someone I thought was my friend, my homie. Its funny, as you
get older you start to realize whos real and whos fake.
I had alot of anger on my mind with what went down with Dan and Lillian, anger that got me locked
up. Altough Sir Mixer did bail me out of jail in time for me to take on Dan and Bobby, where was Sir
Mixer when Alison came out to that ring?, how come he couldnt stop her. He didnt have a match,
so I felt as if it was his job to make sure no man or woman came out to that ring looking to get into
my buisness. Our buisness. Team Swag dissapointed me.
Now I had myself looking down at the floor. I thought about what I was about to say, but then again
I didnt really put much thought into it. I was angry and at this point I had a total of six losses in IWF.
It felt like yesterday when I was bragging about only having one loss.
JFRESH
You motherfuckers disgust me. Not you gyaldems.
I looked at Lillian and Latoya, they looked shocked at first, but when they realized I wasnt involving
them, their expressions changed. However Sir Mixer and Victors expressions stayed the same.
JFRESH
Ima start with you Victor cause you the one Im most dissapointed on. On the real homie.
Words cant even describe the fists I wanna throw at you.
Victor made a face. It was a face that flashed his anger. He knew the fualt was on him for losing the
match, but he also knew the fualt was on me for bringing them into the spotlight too quick. What I
also knew was that he was still a Gangster and thats why he was on this team. He had a I dont give
a fuck attitude, he was also not afraid to throw down with anyone, including me. I had to be careful
with what I said to him, even though I knew in my mind I could knock him flat out, anything I said
could make him snap, blowup, and get in my face and that shit wouldnt be proper.
JFRESH
I've been caught in many motherfuckin submissions. Many motherfucking submissions.
I've tapped when I was younger, maybe back in the NLWF days, but since them days I
knew that shit wasnt right. You strong and all nigga but you lackin heart. Its cause your
new to this thing we call a game.
Latoya and Lillian got up from the long couch that spreaded across my locker room, thinking that
it would be best for me to talk to Victor and Mixer without them getting involved. They went over
to the end of my locker room and sat down on some chairs and began to talk amongst themselves.
JFRESH
Any motherfucker can get knocked out or pinned. Anyone. All it takes is one big punch. I always
get them knockouts cause I got that power in ma hands. Any human being can get knocked the
fuck out but it takes a bitch to tap.
I looked directly at Victor, he looked up at me, we stared at eachother, Lillian got up from her
seat and stared on as the room was quiet.
LILLIAN SHARK
James...calm do-
She didnt finish her sentence, Victor got up, and I was standing so close to him that by the time
he got up from the couch he was in my face. We were in eachothers face.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Hey man, I aint no bitch, dont be calling me a bitch dog
He smiled, smiled right in his face.
JFRESH
Motherfucker it just so happens that you tapped out like a goofy ass bitch, costing me
the match and another loss on my mothafuckin record.
Victor made a face, he didnt break the stare.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Yo I dont care if it is my fualt or not, just dont be callin me a bitch, I aint nobodys
bitch aight?, not yours, not his, not theirs, nobodys bitch. I aint afraid of you nigg-
Sir Mixer got up interupting Victor and he got inbetween us.
SIR MIXER
Yo chill out boys, we a team, we family, yall gotta remember that shit.
Now we both broke the stare, me and Victor looking at Sir Mixer
VICTOR LUTHOR
Where was yo ass when all that bullshit in the ring went down, backstage?
Sir Mixer turned around and looked over at Victor, then looked back at me
and realized from the look on my face that I had the same question.
JFRESH
Your the mothafuckah that told me that there might've been a possiblilty of
Alison Williams stabbing me in the back, you told me that if anything went down
you would have our backs out there, where were you mothafuckah?
Mixer shook his head and walked passed Lillian and Latoya and grabbed a glass
of water, he took a sip from it then looked back at all of us then put his hands out.
SIR MIXER
The way I see it, we can all play the blame game and shit but in reality we all fucked
up. I fucked up for not stopping that slut from getting involved in that match, your
girls were backstage, they could've handled Alison, but again, we all fucked up.
Lillian and Latoya looked at eachother, they knew he was right, they had as much
fualt as Sir Mixer. Mixer then pointed at Victor.
SIR MIXER
As for Victor I dont know why you on his grind, I mean I got mad respects for you
Shark, you possibly the best niggas in the game right now but you knew that when
you brought me and Victor in, we were just thugs, and we still are yo, we aint no
motherfuckin wrestlers. We in the same situation you was in 2009. We fight with
the street rules, and you know the street rules dont you?
I nodded.
JFRESH
Motherfucker falls down, you step back, wait for him to stand up, only to knock
the bitch down on the floor again.
Victor nodded, agreeing.
VICTOR LUTHOR
There aint no wrestling on the streets. Even clinching on the streets is considered bitch.
I took everything in and took a deep breathe. I had fualt too. I should've teached these
niggas about all that, just like I taught Lillian and Latoya.
JFRESH
Ma bad b, if you get caught in a submission, I dont blame you for not even knowin
how to get out of it and shit mayne, I shoulda covered submissions on both yall before
lettin yall out into that ring. That loss is on me.
Victor shrugged as we gave eachother props.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Shits on both of us dog, I tapped, remember that.
I nodded my head and walked over to where Sir Mixer was, we gave eachother props,
and I got a bucket of KFC out from one of the cupboards, opened it, and began to eat
from it as I walked back to the couch and sat back down. I looked over at Victor and
put the bucket down. I put an arm on his shoulder.
JFRESH
I remmeber that, and its one thing I wont forget till a long time. Regardless if its
my fualt for not teachin you how to get out of a submission and teachin you this
whole wrestling bullshit, you still tapped, you still gave up, thats why after the
match I went straight to Hawks office....
The room was quiet again. Victors eyes glared into mine.
VICTOR LUTHOR
What happened in the office Shark... the fuck did you do in that office?
I looked at him and shrugged.
JFRESH
I took you out of the match this week and replaced you with Latoya.
He turned around and saw the excitement in Latoyas face, she high fived
her new tag team partner Sir Mixer, Victor with a disgusted face looked
back on me.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Just like that?, you just took me out and replaced me just like that?
fuck b, I thought we had more trust then that shit man, you couldnt
even talk to me about it?
I looked back at him, I could tell he was offended and angry.
JFRESH
This is Team Swag and Im the Swagger General. This team cant
afford another loss, its do or die right now, Team Swags gotta
win this week and they gotta win big, I dont think you the man
that'll make it happen, you need to take a break, take this week
off, chillax, get your mojo back, and come back bigger, stronger
and better than ever.
Latoya laughed. Victor quickly turned around and looked at her,
giving her the stare of death, she smiled at him.
LATOYA BANKS
What?... "you have to get your mojo back", just the expression he
used.... I found it funny.
Victor looked back at me and stood up nodding his head.
VICTOR LUTHOR
I see how it is.
I got back up trying to calm him down.
JFRESH
Dog iunno why you catching feelings, Im givin you the chance
to get back on yo A-Game, right now you and me are on a losing
streak. Id love the opportunity to take a motherfuckin week off
but you and me know I cant do that shit, Im too high up in this
game, to be taking breaks, there aint no breaks in ma life.
He nodded.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Yea yea I feel you, it just stings homie. I was lookin forward
to muckin that faggot Sean Libby and that bigger faggot white
boy Tyson Rowle, you know?
I put my hand back on his shoulder.
JFRESH
S'all good nigga. Take the week off, fuck some bitches, pop
some bottles, train hard, work on yo wrestling and submissions,
then come back hard. If anything you know us niggas do our thang,
and we come hard, you already know playa.
He nodded smiling, nodding his head, he finally understood, he
walked over to the door, he grabbed the handle but before opening
it he looked over at Mixer and called out to him.
VICTOR LUTHOR
Yo you comin with nigga?
Sir Mixer put a finger up, he opened the cupboard and grabbed two
buckets of KFC and carried them both on his waists, Victor nodded
his head and walked out the door, Mixer began to catch up with him
but before leaving he turned and looked at me and came close, whispering
to me so nobody else could hear.
SIR MIXER
Yo dog, I know you got bailed out from jail tonight and everything
cause of that scrap that went down at that restaurant, and I know
you probably worried about this punk kid pressing charges, I
want you to know, me and Victor, we got a plan, we gotchu.
I smiled, that was the best news I heard all day. I truly was worried about
that kid pressing charges. He didnt land one thing on me, if he pressed
charges I could be in some very deep serious shit.
JFRESH
You always do my nigga
He nodded his head and smiled, and he was out the door.
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I think your
a liar, a phony, and a white cocky motherfuckin pussy bitch. I
destroyed a man that you have gotten owned by several times in your
career. Before you faced the "oh so great" Chuck Matthews, the reason
why his white boy ass was even in retirement was cause that mothafucka
got tooled by me. I made him my bitch and I made him sit down and think
to himself "Man... do I really want to get tossed around the ring like
that again?", he was all like "Man... my jaw hurts, James Shark knocked
me the fuck out, Im lucky to even be awake right now, maybe I should
just retire".
Nigga thats what happened when I faced Chuck Matthews,
and when you faced him, your career was on the line and you couldnt
handle that homie. You lost to Chuck and then the next week you come
into Jason Hawks office with a runny nose and a box of tissues. I dont
know about you but from where I come from... that right there is Bitch
Status. Keep yo word, and leave the company, you white motherfucking
getting owned by Dan Alexander asshole. What was up with that anyway?,
losing to Dan?, I destroyed that motherfucker on several occasions
aswell. Matter of fact, I was whoopin his ass on Battle Grounds until
some bitch decided to get involved with ma buisness.
When people underestimate me and they think they have an easy fight and my back is against the wall that is when Im at my
best. Your on a losing streak and so am I motherfucker. You think your the only one in a tough spot right now? nigga go
fuck yourself, talking about "R-Truth" and shit, nigga Im James Shark, bitch who are you?, Your Frank Hart aka a whiny
crybaby white boi bitch who throws bitch fits when shit dont go your way.
I love how you say things you know wont happen. I love it. These last couple of losses Ive had, people still had my
back, but now, even ma fans, ma niggas, they sayin that JFRESH is done, that Im dunkno, that Ill never be the same
ever again. They now believe Ill never win a match.
Thats why right now, Im the most dangerous. Cause Im going out there to knock your ass out, prove a point and
turn the Swaggamanz back into Sharkaholics. Right now its Do or Die. Its Do or Die for both of us. Whoever wins,
they get out of a killer nightmare losing streak. Whoever loses, they cursed, cause thats another loss on a long
ass losing streak.
You sayin that Im not on your level. Motherfucker your right. Im not on your level. Never in a million years
will I be in your level. Guys like Tyson Rowle, Aric Voss, Sean Libby?, their on your level. I aint on your level,
and Im glad we agree on the same thing. Im a thousand levels higher than your ass.
Motherfucker your not even on the level below me.
I like how you wanna talk about how you dont care about me. I like how you wanna talk about how you would
watch my family die and not shed a tear, Motherfucker I like how your a typical white boy.
I know you dont care. I know most people dont care. When I got to the streets I knew I had nobody that cared about me.
Im on my own. I was always my own. I dont need you or any white motherfucker to remind me that.
Frank Hart...
Get knocked the fuck out tommorow.
Im Done.
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