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The Fight Of My Life
by Guest December 26th 2012, 1:03 am
AnimeReaper03: OKAY, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS DUDE SHOOTING ME ON MY OWN FREAKING TEAM? I’M ABOUT TO GET PISSED.
As I laid back on my chair with my feet up right on the coffee table. I stopped shooting my own team mate on Halo 4 in order to grab a plasma grenade and throw it over at the same guy I had been following and shooting the entire game.
I threw the grenade with perfect form, I almost felt like I was in the game. The grenade stuck right on his body, he didn’t even have time to shoot me or throw one right back at me, before he could do one single thing, he just exploded, man it was funny laughing at these geeks.
Right when he went down, I caused myself to run towards his body with the controller. As I pressed down on the left analog stick, I began to tea-bag him, again and again and again.
JAMES SHARK: Yo this is how I fucked yo daddy, take it in……aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh papi!
AnimeReaper03: THAT’S IT, I’M FUCKING PISSED, YOU’RE OUTTA HERE
Sure the “daddy” comment wasn’t necessary, but it was funny. I could’ve told the guy that I fucked his sister in that manner, his mother, even his grandmother, but daddy? It was just a stupid thing to say, a weird thing to say, a gay thing to say.
Saying something out of the ordinary like that was sure to piss anyone off, especially after fucking up their score over and over again.
But the tea-bagging fun ended, my screen turned black and went back to the online list, just like that I was booted out of the game. It wasn’t the first game I was booted out of either. In the span of three hours I had been booted out of almost 80 live games. Some of them had auto-ban on which caused me to get booted the moment I betrayed my own team, the other half was just the host kicking me out after multiple betrayals.
This was just who I was. James Shark, born to start shit, piss people off, or make situations worse than they already are, people thought Dan Alexander was a troll? Pshh, white boy had nothing on me.
If I wasn’t pissing people off on here, I would be doing it on twitter, if I wasn’t doing it on twitter I’d find another way to do it. Even when I was training it was me who was just irritating the hell out of my sparring partners. Talking shit to them while I bobbed and weaved, talking shit to them while I countered every move they made.
Once I found a new game, I had made it in just in time for the game to start. It wasn’t hard to pick out a victim. Through my headset I could hear some kid with a high pitched voice singing that gummy bear song to himself.
When I got to the menu I was happy to see that same kid was not only done singing, but on my team. A smile flashed across my face. I began to run throughout the map looking for this kid, and once I found him, I wasted no time in shooting him.
The funny thing about all this was the fact that I started shooting him from behind WHILE he was already being shot at by the opposing team. Despite my best efforts to betray “dat ass” he managed to survive and kill the opponent. Once he turned around however, he had noticed that it was me that was shooting him from the back, one of his own teammates.
BlueArrowX: OH MY GOD… my own teammate is killing me
Just as he said that, he got shot in the head by a sniper, a sniper from the other team.
BlueArrowX: Wow that isn’t fair, my own teammate was shooting me, what a retard.
Cheesehead004: Hey don’t try to make excuses for me killing you, it was a head shot, nobody was shooting at you.
BlueArrowX: Yes HE WAS, my own teammate was killing me!
I decided to just stay quiet and not speak through the microphone just yet. Knowing that this kid died, It was obvious that he would be back at the base starting right from the beginning. I turned my character around and began to hop towards the base.
BlueArrowX: Someone from our own team is betraying me, his gamer tag is “StephAngelMangina"
DinoRaptor: Yea somebody kick out “StephAngelMangina"
Another squeaky voice spoke out commanding that I should be booted from the game. Fuck having one victim, I decided that I wouldn’t be booted out of this game until I had pissed off everybody. As I was making my way to the base, I saw one of my teammates, I immediately crouched down and shot at him.
He tried his best to run away, maybe he thought it was a better option instead of shooting back, however I followed him, and by the time I was close enough, I killed him.
SuddenDeath3: Just because he likes sucking cock doesn’t mean he has to follow everybody around.
JAMES SHARK: Oh wow nice comeback! Are you friends with Stefan Raab? He must’ve given you some tips on really awful trash talk.
SuddenDeath3: Shut the fuck up nigger
JAMES SHARK: Yo momma’s a nigger.
SuddenDeath3: Is that your ghetto language? You’re not a civilized nigger?
JAMES SHARK: You only say the N word on XBOX cause you a pussy, why don’t you say that outside? Blacks run the world and you mad.
SuddenDeath3: Niggerrrrrr
JAMES SHARK: Yeah go outside and say NIGGER
SuddenDeath3: Nigger, Nigger, Nigger
JAMES SHARK: I bet you won’t go outside and say that shit.
SuddenDeath3: I bet I will
JAMES SHARK: I bet you won’t
SuddenDeath3: I bet I will
JAMES SHARK: You only say it around yo white bitches but you won’t do it around no real niggas.
SuddenDeath3: you’re just acting hard nigger.
JAMES SHARK: I dare you to go outside to a motherfucking KFC and scream out NIGGER, I dare you to go outside to a motherfucking club and scream out NIGGER, I dare you to go outside to a damn popeyes and scream out NIGGER.I dare you, your life will be over, it’ll be the last thing you ever said, you won’t have no life.
SuddenDeath3: Nigger… Nigger….Nigger
JAMES SHARK: The only reason you sayin nigger is cause you know we the shit! Everything on TV is nigger, nigga.
SuddenDeath3: You guys are the shit, what color is your skin?
JAMES SHARK: Everything popping on TV is nigger, nigga.
SuddenDeath3: What color is your skin? It’s shit.
JAMES SHARK: Shut the fuck up!
SuddenDeath3: Do you go to school and sell crack to little kids nigger?
JAMES SHARK: You just speaking on a motherfucking stereotype, like where the fuck do you come from??
SuddenDeath3: Where the fuck did YOU come from? Adam and Eve weren’t black.
JAMES SHARK: Shut the fuck up you vampire, you fucking vampire, I rather be a werewolf than a vampire any day boy.
There was a long pause for a moment and an awkward silence as all could be heard was the sound of gunshots and explosions from the game.
SuddenDeath3: ….hahaha what the fuck are you talking about?
JAMES SHARK: You know what the fuck I’m talking about and if you don’t you’re a dumb fuck.
SuddenDeath3: You want to be a werewolf? What the fuck? Hahaha
JAMES SHARK: And you’re a motherfucking vampire. Don’t you know what that means? Vampires and Warewolves symbolizes the battle between whites and blacks you fuckin asshole!
SuddenDeath3: Well I didn’t know that…
JAMES SHARK: Cause you stupid! ALL YOU KNOW IS NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER!
SuddenDeath3: Nigger
JAMES SHARK: You’re an embarrassment to white people!
SuddenDeath3: I’m not white!
JAMES SHARK: You are so.
SuddenDeath3: I’m Mexican.
JAMES SHARK: You ain’t fucking Mexican, if you was Mexican you wouldn’t call me a nigger cause you a nigger too. Mexicans don’t call black people nigger.
SuddenDeath3: Well they do now.
JAMES SHARK: Mexican’s is niggers too ya dumbass!
SuddenDeath3: You’re just acting hard, if we met in person you wouldn’t be so tough.
JAMES SHARK: Alright where the fuck you live then?
SuddenDeath3: Not in the streets like you, that’s for sure.
JAMES SHARK: If you call me a fucking nigger in person I’d punch you square in the fucking face. Brooklyn raised bitch, and for yo information, I ain’t a niggER I’m a niggA.
SuddenDeath3: No you won’t, your just a nigger that plays Halo all day.
JAMES SHARK: Bitch you sittin up here playin Halo too ya dumbass.
SuddenDeath3: Playing Halo 2?? This is Halo 4, What fucking game are you playing?
JAMES SHARK: Tell you what bitch, meet me in the motherfucking base and I’ll show you what game I’m fucking playing.
Out of nowhere, he showed up. I tried throwing two of my grenades but it didn’t come close to catching him.
SuddenDeath3: Oh best grenade! Look at you just throwing retarded grenades! Oh wow, oh my goodness, now your hitting me with an assault rifle, stand back everybody!
Now he was really irritating the fuck out of me, I couldn’t kill him like I did before, and before I knew it, he killed me.
SuddenDeath3: My god, you suck!
Without hesitation I threw the controller right at the television screen. The controller went right through it causing sparks to fly everywhere as glass and plastic came along with it. I wasn’t shocked or surprised that I had just broke my huge plasma screen television.
Instead I found myself to be even more angry as I sat on the couch huffing and puffing.
This wasn’t the first time this happened. I had serious issues when it came to gaming, I had the history of rage quitting and just throwing a serious bitch fit when things didn’t go my way. I guess It was because I was used to being on top, I loved being “the winner”. In the ring I could control things like that, but when I was up against a bunch of nerds in the video game world, It was really out of my control sometimes.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I turned my shoulder over towards the front door as I heard someone not really “knocking” but “banging” on my door, the possibilities of who could be at my door at this hour weren’t a whole lot. I gave Brooklyn a spare key to my house, and as for friends, someone would have called before coming here instead of just giving me a surprise visit. My true friends knew I wasn’t down for that.
Maybe it was my parole officer, maybe it was a fat kid selling chocolates. Either way I really wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone. On top of being an angry fucker right now, my house was still a complete mess.
It was funny because the last time Brooklyn had visited, she had helped me out by cleaning the mess up, and only a few hours after she had left, the mess all reappeared.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
All I did was continue to ignore the knocking, but it kept going.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Getting louder and louder.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KN-
JAMES SHARK: ALRIGHT! Shit… I’M COMING
I removed the head set from my neck and threw it on the floor before getting up off of the couch and speed walking towards the front door. Right now I was just curious as to who the hell it was.
JAMES SHARK: If it’s a fat kid selling sweets, I swear to GOD I’m kicking him in the face.
Mumbling to myself, I unlocked the door, and without looking through the peep hole, I swung the door open. Once the door was wide open I could see who it was this whole time. The moment I laid eyes on who was at my door, I didn’t need a reaction, all I did was slam the door right in her face.
VOICE FROM OUTSIDE: Wow…. Really?
I shouted from inside.
JAMES SHARK: Get the hell up outta here!
Instead of walking away from the door, I just stood in front of it in the same spot. I waited for a few seconds before looking through the peep hole. I could see that they were still there, I sighed and felt guilty. The anger was already gone, I unlocked the door again and reopened it.
KARLY MACDONALD: Did the little angel on your shoulders tell you to “open it” “open it” “open it” ?
I rolled my eyes.
JAMES SHARK: Bitch I got two devils on my shoulders.
Now it was she who rolled her eyes.
KARLY MACDONALD: I believe it.
JAMES SHARK: Shut your face Karly Zedic.
KARLY MACDONALD: It’s Karly Macdonald now.
I shrugged my shoulders not really caring. Karly Zedic and I had our history together, we both dated back in 2005, she broke up with me due to my exposure in the underground MMA world. I was riding a lot of hype and getting paid a lot. The partying and drinking had got to me, and I had that “superstar” feeling I never thought I would ever have.
She couldn’t handle street hoes around me, she couldn’t trust me, she just didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. The first time I had seen her since the breakup was just last year in the beginning of 2011. Apparently the guilt had been eating up inside of her, and there was a strong burden on her shoulders. What was revealed to me that day would change my life forever.
Karly had told me she found out she was pregnant with my baby a few weeks after the breakup.
The two of us had gone through a custody battle for Shaq, which I ended up winning. It was crazy that the court would hand me custody with all the crimes I had committed but it was mainly because that was all in the past, and Karly’s alcohol problem, was still an ongoing problem at that time.
When I had custody of Shaq, I wasn’t a good father at all. I guess it was still hard for me to believe that, that kid was my son, my blood, the only family I had. Once I realized I wasn’t cut out for the job, I handed custody back over to Karly, who at the time, was already in a relationship with one of my good friends Brandon Macdonald.
The two of them had gotten married just a few months back, hence the name change.
Erasing the thoughts of those two, I got down on my knees and looked at Shaq, I put my arms out and smiled at him, trying to engage in a hug. However, instead of closing in and hugging his father, Shaq decided to just duck under my left arm, and run right into the house.
KARLY MACDONALD: Can you blame him?
I got back up to my feet and gave Karly a dirty look. She flashed me a smile and lightly pushed me a side as she made her way into my house, I noticed she had a bag with her, it was a bag that was containing Shawn’s belongings. Once I saw that bag I knew this wasn’t a visit, she was planning for me to look after Shawn.
As she made her way over to the kitchen I followed after her, she placed the bag down on the counter, turning around to face me.
KARLY MACDONALD: So I’m leaving him here for a week, here’s all his belongings, just in case you forgot, he goes to bed at 9, no sweets before bed, an-
JAMES SHARK: So yall drop him over here but don’t invite me to the wedding right?
KARLY MACDONALD: Brandon invited you!
She wasn’t going to get off that easy.
JAMES SHARK: Yea and then your bummy ass told him that you didn’t want me there, that it was a special day for the two of you, and that my black ass would ruin it.
Karly rolled her eyes at me yet again.
KARLY MACDONALD: James listen, I didn’t even want to bring him here, I have no problem calling a babysitter but Brandon preferred him to be with you. I may not trust you, but Brandon does, and I trust Brandon.
JAMES SHARK: So why didn’t you lemme go to the wedding?
KARLY MACDONALD: BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKING MORON!
She expressed herself by throwing her hands up into the air. Just as that happened, Shaq walked right in between us, he made his way to the fridge as he opened up the door and pulled out a juice box. Karly quickly covered her mouth, almost as if she was disappointed that Shaq had to hear her yelling at me. However my thoughts were on something else. My eyes grew wide in shock as I knew very well that the juice box Shaq had grabbed was the last grape drank I had.
JAMES SHARK: Shaq… Shaq dog that’s my last one, hey yo Shaq come back here, why don’t you grab an apple juice or something? Shaq…. SHAQ
I watched him as he ignored me and walked out of the kitchen, slurping the small juice box with a straw. The moment I turned back towards Karly, I could see that she was just grilling me with mean looking eyes.
JAMES SHARK: Hey don’t you gimme that look, I had some plans for that grape drank.
KARLY MACDONALD: Who’s Shaq James?
She crossed her arms, and I copied her by crossing my own.
JAMES SHARK: Our son you dumbass.
Now her eyes seemed to get only meaner. For a second I thought she was going to attack me, but as I watched her closely I could tell she was trying to compose herself. She took a few deep breathes and calmly said to me:
KARLY MACDONALD: This is exactly what I’m talking about.
And just like that she walked right past me. As I turned around I could see that she was making her way over towards the front door. I quickly ran the opposite direction over to “Shaq” who was sitting down on the stairs drinking the juice box. I got on my knees to get down to eye level with him.
JAMES SHARK: Hey you little juice box theft! We’re going to play a game okay?
He looked up at me with almost no expression on his face.
JAMES SHARK: The rules are simple, just go along with me. Don’t even think about it, just do it, HI, my name is James Shark, what is your name?
Still, all he did was look at me. A little bit irritated, I repeated myself.
JAMES SHARK: I said…. Hi, my name is James Shark, what is your name?
Finally he reacted, but it seemed as though he was only doing it because he felt forced.
SON: Shawn Zedic…
SHAWN! That was his name, how could I have forgotten.
JAMES SHARK: Game over nigga
I quickly grabbed his juice box and ran back over to Karly who was just about to leave. Just as she opened the door, I shut it, she quickly turned around surprised to see me chasing after her.
KARLY MACDONALD: What the hell Shark!?
JAMES SHARK: Why can we never get along? Like I was kidding, his name is Shawn. You think I don’t know my own kid’s name? I care about him yo.
She nodded her head all sarcastically as she looked at the juice box I had in my hand.
KARLY MACDONALD: Did you steal that from him?
She pointed at the juice box, I slowly looked right at it, then back at her, hesitant for a moment.
JAMES SHARK: Uh… yes, but that’s besides the point.
KARLY MACDONALD: Christ James… way to prove your point.
Now Karly turned around to leave for the door, but I closed it again. This time she didn’t even turn around to face me. I could hear her taking a few deep breathes.
JAMES SHARK: For real Karly, we can never get along. I hated your guts just as much as you hate mine, but that was before, now I’m over it. You said I’m a moron, and I guess I can be a clown sometimes but I woulda behaved in a wedding, why would I try and ruin your special day? Brandon’s special day? That shit ain’t right. Yall invited your friends, your family, and yall left me out of it, that was some cold ass shit.
Karly quickly turned to face me as she crossed her arms.
KARLY ZEDIC: We can never get a long because I know you James. Before you even cheated on me, we did go to one of my girlfriends weddings, do you remember that?
I knew exactly where this was going.
JAMES SHARK: Uhhh
KARLY MACDONALD: You were missing, I was worried about you, and then all of a sudden, right when they were about to get married, you come bursting through the doors yelling out “OBJECTION OBJECTION OBJECTION”
JAMES SHARK: Yea I don’t recall…
KARLY MACDONALD: Then you were all like “those two cannot get married because they are brother and sister!!”
JAMES SHARK: Yea definitely don’t recall that…
I was lying out of my ass right now.
KARLY MACDONALD: To top it all off… you ended your objection with, “I know this, because I am they’re father!” James, they were a white couple, and you just embarrassed me that night. You say you would’ve been on your best behaviour but I just knew you would do something to just ruin our special night. You’re lucky Brandon is still a good friend of yours, because if he wasn’t, the three of us wouldn’t even have contact with you, including Shawn.
Lowering the juice box from my lips, I quickly spoke out to her.
JAMES SHARK: Shaw-
KARLY MACDONALD: Don’t even front about Shawn. You do not care about him James. You proved it when you backed out of keeping custody. Like I said before, leaving him here for the week was the last thing on my mind, but Brandon wants this, he convinced to me that this could be your chance to be there for your son. However it doesn’t even seem like you want him here. You’re on house arrest, you have nothing else going on, you should be there for Shawn and act like a father.
I put my head down in shame, I hated being accused of being a bad father. She said it earlier before and now she was just implying it. I hated my own father because he left me when I was a kid but came back for me when I turned famous. When he did that I told him to “go fuck himself”. Since then I always told myself I would be better than that, that my future kid or kids would have me there for them.
Shawn really didn’t deserve the way I’ve treated him since I discovered him, but at the same time I always told myself that he didn’t need me. He had Brandon, He had Karly. Shawn was around eight years old now and I had not even found out about the kid until last year.
That wasn’t on me, that was on Karly, and because of that I guess it was still hard for me to take in the fact that he was mine. Maybe had I been there when he was born and been there to watch him grow up, things would be different.
But even I knew I was making excuses for myself to a certain extent.
Maybe the real reason was just that I didn’t know how to be a father. I never treated Shawn like my friend, but I treated him more like a little brother. Teasing him, picking on him, and just having my way with him sometimes.
I knew that it didn’t really kill Shawn inside because the father figure in his life was Brandon. That didn’t even bother me at all though.
KARLY MACDONALD: Shawn asks us all the time why you never mention him, I mean it’s like you act as if you don’t even have a son James.
Again I put my head down, I just didn’t know what to say, and I hated talking about this.
KARLY MACDONALD: By the way, Shawn is grounded, so he shouldn’t be on the computer or watching TV for too long. Also no video games.
Suddenly that got my attention. Shawn was no bad boy, he was a saint. Good grades and everything.
JAMES SHARK: Why is he grounded?
KARLY MACDONALD: Funny you should ask seeing as how it’s your fault.
I gave Karly an annoyed look on my face as I asked her:
JAMES SHARK: What did I do now!?
KARLY MACDONALD: Well if you were smart enough you would realize that he was suspended from school. He is supposed to be in school, why would we keep him at your house for a whole week?
No matter what, Shawn ALWAYS reminded me about Karly. That boy got everything from her mother. I was really hoping to hear that maybe he had gotten suspended from school for being in a fist fight or something. A fight would definitely be coming from my side.
JAMES SHARK: What he do???
KARLY MACDONALD: Your arrest was brought up, and he said that what you did was okay because all gay people are controlled by the devil. He was calling you a hero for attacking those gay men outside of the club.
JAMES SHARK: I told him what??
KARLY MACDONALD: Don’t play dumb, you told him that all gay people have demons inside of them and that they suck on your dick while you’re sleeping. Shawn told all of his classmates that, he told the whole damn school! You got him suspended because of the bullshit you told him!
JAMES SHARK: Hey that was a long time ago… I was young, stupid and confused.
KARLY MACDONALD: IT WAS ONLY LAST YEAR
JAMES SHARK: Like I said…. I was young, stupid and confused.
As I repeated myself, she brushed her hair back trying to keep calm.
KARLY MACDONALD: Look, he’s just at that age where he can be easily influenced. Don’t teach him nonsense like that. The gay bashing has to stop, I mean isn’t your girlfriend’s brother a homo?
I pointed at her, waving my finger in her face.
JAMES SHARK: Hey now, the correct term is FAGGOT, and I don’t hate gay people. I LOVE gay people, and gay people love me… well… because they’re gay, namsayin?
Karly instantly turned right around and opened the door. This time I did not bother to stop her. Before shutting it she turned around and looked at me.
KARLY MACDONALD: Ugh whatever, listen, seven days James, spend time with him, be there for him, better yourself. It’s about time you matured…
Before I could even give her a response, she shut the door on me. All I could do was just sigh, I turned right on around and finished off the juice box before finding Shawn sitting down on the steps that he was on before.
He was reading some comic books, it was those stupid “Archie Comics”. I handed him over the juice box.
JAMES SHARK: Here you go squirt.
Shawn grabbed the juice box and immidietly noticed it was empty. He laid the comic flat on his lap as he quickly looked up at me.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Hey… it’s empty!
I nodded my head and walked away as I said:
JAMES SHARK: Shit happens
Oops I did it again. As I noticed Shawn's belongings on the kitchen table, I noticed that there was a newspaper sticking right out of it. I knew very well that I should've been taking this time to spend time with Shawn and ask him what he's been up to all this time since I've been locked up, or maybe even to just tell him that his suspension never should've happened.
Maybe I should've used this time to just tell him that what I told him about gay people wasn't true. I knew I had responsibilities as a father but in my eyes I wasn't a father, in my eyes I lost that name once Brooklyn lost the baby.
As I grabbed the newspaper out of Shawn's bag, I unfolded it and began to wonder what exactly I was doing with it.
Something told me I was just using the paper as an excuse to get away from Shawn. I didn't like reading, in fact I never read, so why did I gain a sudden interest in today's paper? I turned the paper over to the front page, and instantly, my heart began to beat.
On the front page was a picture of the warden.
The guy that had helped me get out of jail and switch over to house arrest. The guy that had made my prison time hell all because of Ramirez Silva playing him like a puppet. I was never expecting to see the warden's face ever again, and now here he was, on this paper.
What would catch my attention next would be the big bold words that read "MURDERED". Yes, the warden was murdered. I began to scan through the blocks of text only to realize that the cops had no leads. They had no witnesses, no suspects, they had nothing.
How could they call this a murder if they had no leads? It made no sense to me.
Wait... actually, it did make sense to me. I raised my head from the paper concentrating on my thoughts.
This made PERFECT sense to me. It all added up from here.
The warden told me that Ramirez Silva was using the NLWF and paying the guards to ignore the violence and the illegal activity that went on in the jail. Ramirez was behind the prison boxing matches, he was behind the guards giving me a hard time, and he was even behind all the drug pedalling.
This guy may be titled NLWF Owner, but Ramirez Silva was a fucking crime lord, a gangster. That’s what he was sounding like right now.
I knew for a fact he was behind these fake letters, the fake letters that got sent to me and Brooklyn, the break up letters. That dude was cold, Brooklyn needed me, she just lost the baby, and instead of allowing me to comfort her in her time of need, he wrote her a fucking breakup letter.
What happened to the warden must’ve been a message, a message sent to me. Either that, or the warden was just pissed off.
But pissed off about what….?
SHAWN ZEDIC: Can I borrow this?
Interrupting my thoughts was Shawn. As I looked over at him, I didn’t know exactly what he wanted to borrow at first, until I looked down at what he was holding. Two huge stacks of money. Quickly I jogged over to him and snatched the stacks from his hand.
Counting the money I quickly questioned him.
JAMES SHARK: Where the fuck did you find this??
SHAWN ZEDIC: It was in my room….
I looked up at him as I shoved the stacks into my back pocket.
JAMES SHARK: Watchu talkin bout Willis? you ain’t got no room!
He looked at me all confused for a moment.
SHAWN ZEDIC: It’s… the room with the dark green wall.
JAMES SHARK: That’s the motherfucking guest room… why the hell would there be money in the motherfu…..oh shit.
Due to the reaction I was giving out, Shawn quickly tugged on my shirt, desperate to know what was wrong.
SHAWN ZEDIC: What? What? What?
I quickly had to think of an excuse, something to say to him, something to cover up my thoughts. The first thing that came to my mind wasn’t such a smart thing to say.
JAMES SHARK: Uh…. Karly, she died yo, your mom’s gone, like… no more momma dukes.
SHAWN ZEDIC: ……what?
As tears started to fill his eyes I left him there to think about what I had just said as I ran up the stairs. I frantically made my way over to the guest room, once I opened the door, I could see two huge luggage’s, Luggage’s filled with cold, hard, cash.
This right here was dirty money. Money used to bet on me for my prison match. This money was supposed to be given to the warden, that was the arrangement we made.
A chill ran down my spine as I realized that I could very well be responsible for the warden’s death. The warden owed Ramirez money, and it was his responsibility to pay him back. Me and the warden came to an agreement, and I didn’t fulfill it.
So much has gone on since I was released that it all just escaped my mind…. until now. As I reached down to grab some stacks of cash, I couldn’t believe how I could have let this slip my mind. I wasn’t just holding cash in my hands because in reality, I really did feel like I was also having the warden’s blood on my hands.
I just felt like all of this could have been avoided.
Guest- Guest
Re: The Fight Of My Life
by Guest December 26th 2012, 1:44 am
"RING RING RING RING RING"
I dropped the stacks that were in my hands, startled by my home phone ringing. Bending over, I shoved the stacks of cash back into the bag and jogged over to the nearest cordless phone. Picking it up, I brought the phone onto my ears.
JAMES SHARK: Yo
CLAYTON PARIS: Shark, where the hell are you?
JAMES SHARK: You called my home phone ya fuckin retard.
There was silence on the other line until Clayton laughed a long with me.
JAMES SHARK: Why? What's on yo mind?
Again, there was a silence, this one a bit longer than the first.
CLAYTON PARIS: .... you’re supposed to be here James, you're supposed to be here in the gym.
JAMES SHARK: Uhhh... nuh uh! I finished off everything yesterday, today was supposed to be my chill day.
CLAYTON PARIS: You were preparing for your match with London yesterday. Today we prepare for David Zombie.
JAMES SHARK: Actually it's Steven Angel we're preparing for, David is the one who talks, Steven is the one who fights.
CLAYTON PARIS: Really?
JAMES SHARK: Actually no... it's the other way around.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay well either wa-
JAMES SHARK: Wait... nah I don't even know dog...
CLAYTON PARIS: Look, either way, you need to be here James.
I groaned out loud. To be honest, I was beat up, I had been training my ass off all week long, in fact, I have been training my ass off ever since I got out of jail. One rest day couldn't be so bad, besides, rest was needed. Without rest, I could really fuck myself over and injure myself.
CLAYTON PARIS: What's with the groaning? James, I feel as though you're not taking this too seriously. This is your fault in the first place. You signed up for this match. You wanted this. I told you no, you told me yes.
JAMES SHARK: I need a damn rest day.
CLAYTON PARIS: Do you want to be Freedom Champion?
I rolled my eyes as I gripped on the phone tightly.
CLAYTON PARIS: Yes or no?
JAMES SHARK: That's not exactly the title I'm aiming for, but yes, I want to win that match, I want to defeat London, and I want to win the main event.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay well "wanting" it isn't enough. I want a super model wife but am I getting one?
JAMES SHARK: Get yo ugly ass some plastic surgery then!
Now it was Clayton who groaned, I could hear him from the other line.
CLAYTON PARIS: Look Shark, are you coming or not?
Just as he said that, I remembered what Karly told me. I told Brooklyn the day we got back that I would put her before this match, why not put my own son before it too?
JAMES SHARK: Yea I'm coming.
Somehow I couldn't. I couldn't spare this one day to just babysit a nigga. Clayton was right, I hated listening to the dude but he was right. Ever since I hired him as a trainer I have done great things. He's prepared me for my championship matches, he's prepared me for all the obstacles.
CLAYTON PARIS: I'll see you in a bit.
Click, he hung up. I brought the phone down so I could see the numbers, I dialed Brooklyn's cell and let it ring as I brought the phone back towards my ear.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Hey peanut!
That voice<3 . she knew it was me due to her caller ID, I still didn't understand what was up with the "peanut" nickname she was giving me, but it was whatever, I was so used to it at this point.
JAMES SHARK: What's up girl, what are you saying right now? you busy?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um... no, no I'm free right now, why? you want to see me?
I paused for a moment and chuckled.
JAMES SHARK: I mean... I got to go train and... Karly kinda you know... dropped Shawn over here and all, and I just don't really want to leave him alone. So I was sorta wondering if you could just... i don't know, look after him for a few hours?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Ugh a few hours!? well it's going to cost a lot of money, my rate is pretty high, children love me.
JAMES SHARK: Man children don't love you, you sound like Stefan Raab, can you do it or not?
She laughed out loud.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Haha damn babe, take a joke, of course I'll do it. Do you need me over there right now?
JAMES SHARK: My bad I'm just... nevermind, yeah, come over now.
I was not really myself at the moment. With Shawn being here, and the warden dying, things were just pretty hectic right now. I really needed the training to blow off some of this negative energy.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Is something wrong?
JAMES SHARK: Nah, nah everything's fine. I'll see you in a bit.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Do you want me to bring anything? Is Shawn hungry?
JAMES SHARK: I got food here Brookz, just bring your sexy self over here and nothing else.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay, I'll be right over there babe.
JAMES SHARK: Later
BROOKLYN CARTER: Bye
Click. I hung up the phone and took a long deep breathe. Now I just stared down at the two large luggage's that was carrying millions of dollars. All this money was now mine to keep, I didn't have to pay off the warden. This was mine now.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Did... my mom really die?
Fucking Shawn, he was behind me, I just knew it. I turned around and just as I expected, there he was right at the door. He looked crushed.
JAMES SHARK: April fools
He just stared at me.
JAMES SHARK: She ain't dead...
Slowly Shawn began to frown his face, now he looked upset, angry, very angry.
SHAWN ZEDIC: How could you make a joke about that!?
I chuckled, I really didn't expect him to believe it, it wasn't planned on being a joke anyways. It was just a random moment thing. I didn't want Shawn to know about this money or where it came from. The newspaper was in his bag, and the warden's story was right on the front page.
Shawn had to have seen this, so did Karly. This was going to be my secret only, I wouldn't even tell Brooklyn about it. She didn't have to know how dangerous Silva was or how he was behind everything.
If she asked me about this money, I would simply lie about it. She lied to me about being the reff in the match. Instead of telling me she agreed to it, she pretended like she was forced into it, she pulled a whole acting scene right in front of my eyes as if she was so angry that the NLWF would do something like that to her, when this whole time.... she willingly said "Yes, I will be the reff".
Every time I thought about that it kind of upset me, but at the same time I did understand her position.
When the truth did come out about Silva's involvement, Brooklyn would just have to understand MY position. She would just have to understand that I was keeping this away from her for her safety.
I began to walk away from Shawn but he followed me down the stairs.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Was that auntie Brooklyn on the phone?
JAMES SHARK: She ain't yo auntie she's yo step mom, and don't try to seduce that ass cuz that's ma bitch, you need to get your own up in a motherfucking playground or somethin.
Shawn didn't respond. I walked over to the closet near the front entrance of my mansion and began to grab my gym bag.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Are you going to train now?
I nodded my head grabbing my stuff.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Can I come?
Once Shawn had asked me that I stopped what I was doing. It was surprising for him to want to come to my training and preparation for Ultimate Glory. Could he be interested in wrestling?
JAMES SHARK: Why do you want to come?
He shrugged his shoulders. No... he wasn't interested in wrestling. My hopes got let down at that moment because I actually thought we shared the same interest for once. However, I should've remembered what kind of bullshit mind control Karly had on Shawn. She didn't want him to watch wrestling and didn't allow him to.
It was stupid because I'm a wrestler, his step father Brandon was a wrestler, his mom Karly was a wrestler, and now she wasn't letting him watch it.
From my knowledge and what I knew, Brandon would let him watch it sometimes without Karly's knowledge but that was about it.
JAMES SHARK: No you stay here.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Alone!?
JAMES SHARK: Nah Brooklyn's gonna be here to look after you.
To be honest, I never really looked at James Shark as my father, just like I’m sure he has never looked at me like his son.
I always wanted to know who my father was, my mother wasn’t a very popular wrestler back when she was active. She was more popular with her modelling career, but I never expected my father to be someone as popular as James Shark. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about meeting him. Of course I was nervous about meeting him.
It wasn’t more so because I would be meeting my father for the first time, but it was because of who he was. His persona on television and everything my mom had said about him. Back when she used to talk about him, she would address him to me as “your father”, so before even finding out that James Shark was my father, I already had a bad impression of my dad.
I just met James last year, but I got to say, it wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always ignoring me or showing no care towards me. When James first met me he hugged me tight, he held me in his arms. When we first met he fought for my custody.
That was a rough time in my life, I loved my mom and wanted to be with her, but at the same time I understood Shark’s reasoning’s for wanting to have custody over me. My mom lied to him and he never even knew I even existed. I really never got to talk to him or get to know him because while they were having their custody battle, I was always under the care and supervision of my mother.
Once Shark got custody, everything seemed to be fine for the first two days. We spent those two days getting to know each other and just spending time with one another, but all of a sudden he just changed.
He bought me a blow up doll for “educational purposes” and when I didn’t want to play with it and played with my action figures instead, he called me a “faggot”. Whenever I would try to talk to him, he would just tell me to “shutup” and if he heard me cough or something he would tell me to “shut the fuck up”.
After only a week, he sent me back over to my mother, waving the white flag and told her that he wasn’t cut out for “all this father-son bullshit” I was hurt, I was extremely hurt. However after a while I really didn’t take it to personal. Karly started seeing Brandon Macdonald, one of Shark’s friends and a very talented wrestler.
Brandon treated me like I was his son, and I really enjoyed being with Brandon. One day we got into the conversation about James and Brandon told me that “James Shark will always be James Shark”.
I believed him, I truly did. I saw the way James acted towards his opponents, he has said some pretty hurtful stuff about them. Just a few months ago Fizz, Stefan Raab’s girlfriend was pregnant, and James told Stefan that he would kick her in the stomach.
Another reason I didn’t take how James treated me personally, is because I barely even knew him. I needed a father figure in my life and Brandon took that job with open arms.
However, I did start to get hurt when I started to follow the story of James and his current girlfriend Brooklyn Carter.
Even though my mom didn’t let me watch wrestling, I always did everything I could to check up on James. Even though I didn’t look at him as a father, I still had an attraction towards him. As I followed their story, and heard that Brooklyn was pregnant, I began to read tweets made by James talking to Brooklyn about how excited he was to be a father to that baby.
It hurt me because why can he be excited to be a father to another kid but not to me? What was wrong with me?
Those were the type of thoughts that ran through my head.
After a while I learned to just let it go. I had a lot of anger towards him, and that’s why I didn’t hug him or greet him when I saw him earlier today. I’m pretty much over it now, the one thing I was concerened about today was meeting Brooklyn.
I didn’t know that Shark would leave me here to go train and for Brooklyn to watch me, but I just assumed that when my mom would drop me off, that Brooklyn would be there. I checked Shark and Brooklyn’s twitter regularly, I used to check my mom’s and Brandon’s but they don’t go it anymore.
What I noticed on both Brooklyn and Shark’s twitter was that they both have been spending a lot of time together in Shark’s home. I was very worried about seeing Brooklyn again, and was actually hoping she wouldn’t be there while we were driving to Shark’s place.
I didn’t really know Brooklyn, I only met her once and it was really quick, she seemed nice but my mom didn’t like her. I remember my mom telling Brandon that she had met “Shark’s new girlfriend” aka Brooklyn at the confidence gym one day and just got a bad vibe off of her. She said that Brooklyn was “ghetto looking” and also “trashy”.
Once Shark told me that Brooklyn was going to look after me while he was in the gym, I began to feel very nervous. I wasn’t sure if Brooklyn would be like Shark or not, many fans have talked about how both of them are perfect for each other because of how similar they are. I had even remembered watching one of Shark’s interviews where he said that Brooklyn reminded him so much of himself.
I wish I knew Brooklyn better because if I did, I would’ve known that there would be nothing to worry about.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Wow Shawn…
As I looked at Brooklyn who was playing XBOX with me up in Shark’s room, I could tell that she was a really nice person. She was fun, the moment she came into Shark’s mansion she greeted me with open arms and was quick to ask me if I was okay and if I had eaten yet. I wasn't surprised when I saw the living room and the XBOX and television all smashed up but Brooklyn sure was. She made jokes about Shark and then told me that James had an extra XBOX in his room.
Once we went up there we immediately began to play against each other. We had been playing each other for an hour and a half, until she was ready to call it quits.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Explain to me how I can easily serve your father in this game of NBA but I have nothing on you??
She squinted her eyes at me as I laughed, she was a really fun person. Somehow I had the feeling she let me get a basket on her several times throughout the game, but I didn't mind, I was having a good time.
As she turned off the television and the XBOX she turned towards me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: So Shawn, why'd you get off of school early? are you sick?
I was surprised to notice that James hadn't told her anything.
SHAWN ZEDIC: ..what?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Well your father called me around two o'clock, so you left school an hour early right?
SHAWN ZEDIC: I didn't go to school...
Brooklyn's facial expression looked confused.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um... why not? are you sick or something?
I was afraid to tell her why I was suspended, I honestly saw it as Shark's fault. He told me a lie, a stupid lie that I believed. Once my mom told me the truth I felt so stupid and humiliated. I was afraid to tell Brooklyn about this because I knew her brother was gay.
SHAWN ZEDIC: James told me that all gay people are possessed by the devil and have demons living inside them, he told me last year and I believed in for a long time. In school I said that and everyone got mad and the principle suspended me.
Instead of looking angry she just looked shocked and laughed about it. I was so surprised by her reaction.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Haha wow... that father of yours huh? Well don't listen to him, he's crazy, what he said isn't true at all.
I nodded my head agreeing with her.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Yea I know, mom told me it wasn't after I got suspended.
Brooklyn nodded her head smiling.
BROOKLYN CARTER: God loves all people, even the gay ones. Your father shouldn't judge people on how they live they're life and neither should you.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Black Jesus Also??
Brooklyn laughed out loud, she must've known that I got that from Shark. She nodded her head answering my question.
BROOKLYN CARTER: And besides... without gays, we wouldn't have good fashion.
Brooklyn took her fist and lightly tapped my chest with it as she winked at me, we both laughed, she was such a cool person, Shark didn't deserve her. I wonder what she would think if she knew the way Shark treated me, I also wondered if she even knew about it.
Thinking about Shark though, I really wanted to see him. Not because I missed him, but I wanted to see him training. Maybe he didn't know this but I was a really big wrestling fan. How could I not be? I grew up around it.
My mom didn't want me watching wrestling because of how violent and dramatic it could be at times, she especially didn't want me to watch Shark's promos because of how vulgar and rude he could be.
I wanted to ask Brooklyn if I could go but I didn't know if she would let me, she seemed pretty cool but I also knew that she didn't really like some of the people that trained alongside James. Maybe for that reason she wouldn't want to come with me, and if she didn't come with me, I probably wouldn't be allowed to go.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Hey can we play hide and come get it?
Brooklyn's eyes grew wide in shock.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um....
SHAWN ZEDIC: I don't know what that means but I saw you tweet James that, and it sounded like you were playing a game.
She laughed out loud now, I didn't understand what was so funny but I smiled anyways.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Yea we definitely can't play that game, but we can play hide and seek. Do you want to be the counter or the one that hides?
SHAWN ZEDIC: Hides!
She smiled
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay go off and hide and I'll count to a hundred.
I felt bad for what I was about to do, but I had no choice, this was the perfect opportunity. As Brooklyn closed her eyes and began to count, I ran out of the room and began to make my way over towards the gym.
I didn't care for the other guys involved in the match. I would do some "warm-up" training for them backstage before the match.
My training and preparation for Steven included facing sparring partners with Steven Angel's technique, Steven Angel's moveset, once I would beat that guy down, a new sparring partner would quickly roll into the ring, and I would have to deal with David Zombie's technique, David Zombie's movest.
This was all Clayton's idea, I didn't agree with it at first because there was no way I believed that Steven would just put a mask on and feel a sudden boost of energy. Clayton insisted that I had to be prepared for anything because that was what a champion was all about. Champions had to be prepared for anything, Champions had to be ready for any possibilities.
I had been doing this sort of sparring in preparation for the Freedom Championship ever since I signed up for the match on the dotted line.
By now, I felt as if I had this guy's number, I just felt like I was better than him. The sparring partner that simulated David Zombie picked me up, hoisted me up over his shoulders, and I used my speed to quickly scramble off of his grip, and cling myself onto him with my arm wrapped around his neck.
He was caught in a nasty guillotine choke. I leaned backwards until I felt him tap on my ribs, I jumped off of him as he stumbled right onto the floor and fell right on his ass.
Oozing in confidence I taunted the sparring partner by making the shape of a pistol with my right hand and shooting at him.
JAMES SHARK: That's a wrap.
I slid out of the ring and gave Clayton props.
CLAYTON PARIS: That was awesome Shark, if you compare this performance to your first sparring session, you'll realize that you have covered all the holes and mistakes you've made. I think you're ready, but we're going to do more of these before Ultimate Glory.
I nodded my head smiling. The first time I had some trouble with the first sparring partner, then once the second sparring partner came in I would get beaten up. The more training I did the more prepared I had gotten. Practice made perfect, it truly did, I saw it in the results.
"That's not going to work Shark"
Oh man... that voice, it was so familiar, could it be?
I turned around, yes, it was. Me and Clayton both looked surprised to see my son Shawn Zedic right before us. Who knew how long he was watching me spar, what was he doing here? and where was Brooklyn? Clayton obviously had a better question.
CLAYTON PARIS: Did.... did he just call you Shark? instead of Dad or Father? That is so cold hahahahahahahaha
That nigga Clayton almost fell onto the floor laughing, I rolled my eyes refusing to answer his question, I kept my attention on Shawn.
JAMES SHARK: What's not going to work!?
SHAWN ZEDIC: That choke thingy, it may have worked on that guy but he's not a wrestler. If it's David Zombie that you put that choke on, he will just drive forward and slam you onto the mat, once he does that he'll be sitting on top of you and that won't be a very good spot for you.
Clayton's eyes grew wide in shock, based on the look on his face I could tell he was impressed. I wasn't so much impressed but surprised. I had wondered if he was into wrestling when he wanted to come see me train, but I wasn't convinced just yet.
JAMES SHARK: What makes you say that?
SHAWN ZEDIC: Because he's a champion, and even though he didn't deserve this title he has, he's won championships before. He just created the anarchy era and he won't want the era to vanish away after one match. He won't want to lose his title Shark, he's not going to give up that easy, you might not even have time to apply a choke on him, and even if you do just like you did up in that ring, he will slam you as soon as he feels your arms wrap around his neck. He's a professional and he's not going to panic once he feels someone applying a submission on him.
Clayton was still at "awe" I could see it on his face.
CLAYTON PARIS: Holy shit....
I pushed Clayton away.
JAMES SHARK: Don't "holy shit" him, you're making him feel nice.
I should be happy for Shawn, this is what I wanted, I wanted us to share an interest, but right now I was a bit irritated. I was happy with my performance and now Shawn was telling me my performance wasn't good enough, he was telling me what I just did wasn't going to work.
As I stood in front of Shawn, I crossed my arms.
JAMES SHARK: Since you became a wrestling expert overnight, why don't you go ahead and tell me something else you know.
Shawn looked at me and rubbed his chin for a few seconds before answering.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Well I know why you lost to Nick Ridicule.
All that could be heard after Shawn's reply was Clayton laughing hysterically in the background.
JAMES SHARK: I was locked up, I wasn't able to properly train, I-
SHAWN ZEDIC: Come on Shark, stop.
More laughter from Clayton in the background, I quickly turned around and gave him a dirty look, he stopped laughing.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You were undefeated for almost ALL of 2012, where Nick hadn't even compete in years. So with that being said, it cancels out any excuse you can think of. You were the favorite to win.
I was doing a lot to control my anger right now. What Shawn was saying made perfect sense, I just didn't want to listen to a fucking eight year old.
JAMES SHARK: Okay, so why the fuck did I lose?
CLAYTON PARIS: Hey easy Shark... he's just a kid.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You always said in your promos that this was a "Hunger Sport" right? Nick was hungrier. He was hungry to get back in the sport, he was hungry to walk back down that ramp and feel the roar of the crowed. Nick was hungry to hear his name be mentioned back in the list of who's the best in the world. You really had no hunger left Shark, you were already undefeated, you're last three outings had been knockout wins over one former champion and two current champions. You were just not hungry enough.
JAMES SHARK: I was locked up in prison, itching to get out and you're telling me I wasn't hungry enough?
SHAWN ZEDIC: With everything that went down with you, you lost that hunger and turned it into a "whatever" type of thing. While you were in prison thinking about Brooklyn, Nick was thinking about taking your head off.
I just didn't know what to say anymore, there was nothing I could possibly say. Shawn used my own words against me. I always described a person's hunger and I always described this sport as a "Hunger Game". He got me there.
CLAYTON PARIS: I feel weird saying this because I'm your trainer and you should listen to me, but Shark... listen to your son.
I should be listening to Shawn's advice but this just seemed all so weird. His advice was top notch, and it made sense, but he had no wrestling experience. He had never been in the ring before, and I don't even think he has watched a full wrestling match from start to finish.
As I turned my shoulder over at Clayton, I pointed at Shawn.
JAMES SHARK: He's freakin eight years old!
Clayton shrugged his shoulders at me.
CLAYTON PARIS: That's true, but right now he's speaking like he's a sixty three year old retired hall of fame wrestler.
I face palmed myself and groaned out loud, how was this happening? A few hours ago this kid was in tears and now here he was in front of me, giving me tips. I walked back over to him.
JAMES SHARK: Who are you, and what did you do to my soft ass son?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Oh my god Shark! don't talk to him like that!
All three of us turned around to see Brooklyn Carter coming towards us from the door that led into my mansion. Once she caught up to us we all kinda just stared at her.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Don't look at me like that guys.... he wanted to play hide and seek, I forgot to tell him the gym didn't count for hiding.
And there it was, the famous "#sadface" that Brooklyn rocked. It wasn't going to work this time.
JAMES SHARK: The fuck did you do to him!?
Brooklyn got taken back by my comment. She frowned her face and quickly looked at Shawn.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Why?? Is something wrong with him? Did he get hurt?
JAMES SHARK: Nah... He didn't get hurt, but he's about to.....
She quickly looked over at Shawn as Clayton couldn't compose himself from laughing.
BROOKLYN CARTER: What's wrong with you?
SHAWN CARTER: Nothings wrong with me....
She looked back at me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: What's wrong with him?
JAMES SHARK: All I know is this little nigga was a fucking pussy and after spending time with you he think he the man.
Brooklyn gave me a light push on the shoulder as Clayton shook his head.
BROOKLYN CARTER: hehe James shut the fuck up don't say that.
CLAYTON PARIS: James, whether he’s eight years old or not, he does bring up some valid points. Right now you should just really focus on Steven Angel and David Zombie.
I looked over at Shawn then back at Clayton and shook my head muttering.
JAMES SHARK: They’re the same fucking people.
Clayton tried to hold back his laughter at how annoyed I was at this point but I could tell he was doing so because he wanted to make this a serious talk. Before he could go on though, Shawn raised his hand. I caught it from the side of my eye.
JAMES SHARK: Oh great…He has something to say......again.
Brooklyn playfully hit me on my chest again as Clayton spoke out to Shawn with a smile on his face.
CLAYTON PARIS: You don’t have to raise your hand now Shawn, you work for the gym now, you’re my assistant trainer, what do you have to input?
As soon as I heard “assistant trainer” I flipped out.
JAMES SHARK: SAY WHAT!?
They both ignored me as Shawn cleared his throat, ready to say what he had in mind.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Steven and David isn’t what Shark should be focusing on.
Brooklyn frowned and looked over at me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: I don’t remember if he did it with me when I was looking after him but….. did he always call you “Shark” or…?
Clayton laughed out loud as I just sucked my teeth in.
CLAYTON PARIS: Yea you’re right again Shawn, Shark, you should focus not just on Steven but the other people in the match too. Damien Young, Max Adamson, Carver Ocean, Hardcore Physcopath, and James Betterman. Plus it’s also an open invitational, so there could be other people involved too!
SHAWN ZEDIC: He shouldn’t focus on that either actually…
Clayton scratched his head looking stumped for a second, before he continued onwards, listening to Shawn as he looked at me.
CLAYTON PARIS: Well yeah, I guess he should be also focused on Brooklyn Carter being the referee in the London Carter match up, a lot of bad blood in that match an-
SHAWN ZEDIC: No
Shawn shook his head really frustrating Clayton now.
SHAWN ZEDIC: And before you say he should focus on the Ultimate Glory Main Event, I’ll be the one to say that he shouldn’t focus on that either.
Clayton looked over at me, now he knew how I was feeling. Clayton crossed his arms looking down at Shawn.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay Shawn, so what should James focus on!?
Shawn had a quick answer.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Shark should focus on Shark. He should focus on nobody but himself.
I moved my head to the side, kind of confused as to what he meant. He turned his attention towards me, looking up at me with his beady little eyes.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You’re your worst enemy Shark. All the focus should be on yourself, it’s not about being 100% physically, you also have to be 100% mentally. You have to be 100% up there…
Shawn pointed towards my head. All I could do was glare at him, he was right. I didn’t know where this “new” type of Shawn came from, but I liked it, now we finally seemed to share an interest. It killed me to admit how right he was, but I had to go with his advice.
The only way I would make Ultimate Glory a successful night was if I saw it happening in my head first. The only way it would happen was if I would let it happen. I had to be 100% ready mentally AND physically, because this night would be the fight of my life.
I dropped the stacks that were in my hands, startled by my home phone ringing. Bending over, I shoved the stacks of cash back into the bag and jogged over to the nearest cordless phone. Picking it up, I brought the phone onto my ears.
JAMES SHARK: Yo
CLAYTON PARIS: Shark, where the hell are you?
JAMES SHARK: You called my home phone ya fuckin retard.
There was silence on the other line until Clayton laughed a long with me.
JAMES SHARK: Why? What's on yo mind?
Again, there was a silence, this one a bit longer than the first.
CLAYTON PARIS: .... you’re supposed to be here James, you're supposed to be here in the gym.
JAMES SHARK: Uhhh... nuh uh! I finished off everything yesterday, today was supposed to be my chill day.
CLAYTON PARIS: You were preparing for your match with London yesterday. Today we prepare for David Zombie.
JAMES SHARK: Actually it's Steven Angel we're preparing for, David is the one who talks, Steven is the one who fights.
CLAYTON PARIS: Really?
JAMES SHARK: Actually no... it's the other way around.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay well either wa-
JAMES SHARK: Wait... nah I don't even know dog...
CLAYTON PARIS: Look, either way, you need to be here James.
I groaned out loud. To be honest, I was beat up, I had been training my ass off all week long, in fact, I have been training my ass off ever since I got out of jail. One rest day couldn't be so bad, besides, rest was needed. Without rest, I could really fuck myself over and injure myself.
CLAYTON PARIS: What's with the groaning? James, I feel as though you're not taking this too seriously. This is your fault in the first place. You signed up for this match. You wanted this. I told you no, you told me yes.
JAMES SHARK: I need a damn rest day.
CLAYTON PARIS: Do you want to be Freedom Champion?
I rolled my eyes as I gripped on the phone tightly.
CLAYTON PARIS: Yes or no?
JAMES SHARK: That's not exactly the title I'm aiming for, but yes, I want to win that match, I want to defeat London, and I want to win the main event.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay well "wanting" it isn't enough. I want a super model wife but am I getting one?
JAMES SHARK: Get yo ugly ass some plastic surgery then!
Now it was Clayton who groaned, I could hear him from the other line.
CLAYTON PARIS: Look Shark, are you coming or not?
Just as he said that, I remembered what Karly told me. I told Brooklyn the day we got back that I would put her before this match, why not put my own son before it too?
JAMES SHARK: Yea I'm coming.
Somehow I couldn't. I couldn't spare this one day to just babysit a nigga. Clayton was right, I hated listening to the dude but he was right. Ever since I hired him as a trainer I have done great things. He's prepared me for my championship matches, he's prepared me for all the obstacles.
CLAYTON PARIS: I'll see you in a bit.
Click, he hung up. I brought the phone down so I could see the numbers, I dialed Brooklyn's cell and let it ring as I brought the phone back towards my ear.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Hey peanut!
That voice<3 . she knew it was me due to her caller ID, I still didn't understand what was up with the "peanut" nickname she was giving me, but it was whatever, I was so used to it at this point.
JAMES SHARK: What's up girl, what are you saying right now? you busy?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um... no, no I'm free right now, why? you want to see me?
I paused for a moment and chuckled.
JAMES SHARK: I mean... I got to go train and... Karly kinda you know... dropped Shawn over here and all, and I just don't really want to leave him alone. So I was sorta wondering if you could just... i don't know, look after him for a few hours?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Ugh a few hours!? well it's going to cost a lot of money, my rate is pretty high, children love me.
JAMES SHARK: Man children don't love you, you sound like Stefan Raab, can you do it or not?
She laughed out loud.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Haha damn babe, take a joke, of course I'll do it. Do you need me over there right now?
JAMES SHARK: My bad I'm just... nevermind, yeah, come over now.
I was not really myself at the moment. With Shawn being here, and the warden dying, things were just pretty hectic right now. I really needed the training to blow off some of this negative energy.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Is something wrong?
JAMES SHARK: Nah, nah everything's fine. I'll see you in a bit.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Do you want me to bring anything? Is Shawn hungry?
JAMES SHARK: I got food here Brookz, just bring your sexy self over here and nothing else.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay, I'll be right over there babe.
JAMES SHARK: Later
BROOKLYN CARTER: Bye
Click. I hung up the phone and took a long deep breathe. Now I just stared down at the two large luggage's that was carrying millions of dollars. All this money was now mine to keep, I didn't have to pay off the warden. This was mine now.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Did... my mom really die?
Fucking Shawn, he was behind me, I just knew it. I turned around and just as I expected, there he was right at the door. He looked crushed.
JAMES SHARK: April fools
He just stared at me.
JAMES SHARK: She ain't dead...
Slowly Shawn began to frown his face, now he looked upset, angry, very angry.
SHAWN ZEDIC: How could you make a joke about that!?
I chuckled, I really didn't expect him to believe it, it wasn't planned on being a joke anyways. It was just a random moment thing. I didn't want Shawn to know about this money or where it came from. The newspaper was in his bag, and the warden's story was right on the front page.
Shawn had to have seen this, so did Karly. This was going to be my secret only, I wouldn't even tell Brooklyn about it. She didn't have to know how dangerous Silva was or how he was behind everything.
If she asked me about this money, I would simply lie about it. She lied to me about being the reff in the match. Instead of telling me she agreed to it, she pretended like she was forced into it, she pulled a whole acting scene right in front of my eyes as if she was so angry that the NLWF would do something like that to her, when this whole time.... she willingly said "Yes, I will be the reff".
Every time I thought about that it kind of upset me, but at the same time I did understand her position.
When the truth did come out about Silva's involvement, Brooklyn would just have to understand MY position. She would just have to understand that I was keeping this away from her for her safety.
I began to walk away from Shawn but he followed me down the stairs.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Was that auntie Brooklyn on the phone?
JAMES SHARK: She ain't yo auntie she's yo step mom, and don't try to seduce that ass cuz that's ma bitch, you need to get your own up in a motherfucking playground or somethin.
Shawn didn't respond. I walked over to the closet near the front entrance of my mansion and began to grab my gym bag.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Are you going to train now?
I nodded my head grabbing my stuff.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Can I come?
Once Shawn had asked me that I stopped what I was doing. It was surprising for him to want to come to my training and preparation for Ultimate Glory. Could he be interested in wrestling?
JAMES SHARK: Why do you want to come?
He shrugged his shoulders. No... he wasn't interested in wrestling. My hopes got let down at that moment because I actually thought we shared the same interest for once. However, I should've remembered what kind of bullshit mind control Karly had on Shawn. She didn't want him to watch wrestling and didn't allow him to.
It was stupid because I'm a wrestler, his step father Brandon was a wrestler, his mom Karly was a wrestler, and now she wasn't letting him watch it.
From my knowledge and what I knew, Brandon would let him watch it sometimes without Karly's knowledge but that was about it.
JAMES SHARK: No you stay here.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Alone!?
JAMES SHARK: Nah Brooklyn's gonna be here to look after you.
30 MINUTES LATER – SHAWN’S POINT OF VIEW.
To be honest, I never really looked at James Shark as my father, just like I’m sure he has never looked at me like his son.
I always wanted to know who my father was, my mother wasn’t a very popular wrestler back when she was active. She was more popular with her modelling career, but I never expected my father to be someone as popular as James Shark. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about meeting him. Of course I was nervous about meeting him.
It wasn’t more so because I would be meeting my father for the first time, but it was because of who he was. His persona on television and everything my mom had said about him. Back when she used to talk about him, she would address him to me as “your father”, so before even finding out that James Shark was my father, I already had a bad impression of my dad.
I just met James last year, but I got to say, it wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always ignoring me or showing no care towards me. When James first met me he hugged me tight, he held me in his arms. When we first met he fought for my custody.
That was a rough time in my life, I loved my mom and wanted to be with her, but at the same time I understood Shark’s reasoning’s for wanting to have custody over me. My mom lied to him and he never even knew I even existed. I really never got to talk to him or get to know him because while they were having their custody battle, I was always under the care and supervision of my mother.
Once Shark got custody, everything seemed to be fine for the first two days. We spent those two days getting to know each other and just spending time with one another, but all of a sudden he just changed.
He bought me a blow up doll for “educational purposes” and when I didn’t want to play with it and played with my action figures instead, he called me a “faggot”. Whenever I would try to talk to him, he would just tell me to “shutup” and if he heard me cough or something he would tell me to “shut the fuck up”.
After only a week, he sent me back over to my mother, waving the white flag and told her that he wasn’t cut out for “all this father-son bullshit” I was hurt, I was extremely hurt. However after a while I really didn’t take it to personal. Karly started seeing Brandon Macdonald, one of Shark’s friends and a very talented wrestler.
Brandon treated me like I was his son, and I really enjoyed being with Brandon. One day we got into the conversation about James and Brandon told me that “James Shark will always be James Shark”.
I believed him, I truly did. I saw the way James acted towards his opponents, he has said some pretty hurtful stuff about them. Just a few months ago Fizz, Stefan Raab’s girlfriend was pregnant, and James told Stefan that he would kick her in the stomach.
Another reason I didn’t take how James treated me personally, is because I barely even knew him. I needed a father figure in my life and Brandon took that job with open arms.
However, I did start to get hurt when I started to follow the story of James and his current girlfriend Brooklyn Carter.
Even though my mom didn’t let me watch wrestling, I always did everything I could to check up on James. Even though I didn’t look at him as a father, I still had an attraction towards him. As I followed their story, and heard that Brooklyn was pregnant, I began to read tweets made by James talking to Brooklyn about how excited he was to be a father to that baby.
It hurt me because why can he be excited to be a father to another kid but not to me? What was wrong with me?
Those were the type of thoughts that ran through my head.
After a while I learned to just let it go. I had a lot of anger towards him, and that’s why I didn’t hug him or greet him when I saw him earlier today. I’m pretty much over it now, the one thing I was concerened about today was meeting Brooklyn.
I didn’t know that Shark would leave me here to go train and for Brooklyn to watch me, but I just assumed that when my mom would drop me off, that Brooklyn would be there. I checked Shark and Brooklyn’s twitter regularly, I used to check my mom’s and Brandon’s but they don’t go it anymore.
What I noticed on both Brooklyn and Shark’s twitter was that they both have been spending a lot of time together in Shark’s home. I was very worried about seeing Brooklyn again, and was actually hoping she wouldn’t be there while we were driving to Shark’s place.
I didn’t really know Brooklyn, I only met her once and it was really quick, she seemed nice but my mom didn’t like her. I remember my mom telling Brandon that she had met “Shark’s new girlfriend” aka Brooklyn at the confidence gym one day and just got a bad vibe off of her. She said that Brooklyn was “ghetto looking” and also “trashy”.
Once Shark told me that Brooklyn was going to look after me while he was in the gym, I began to feel very nervous. I wasn’t sure if Brooklyn would be like Shark or not, many fans have talked about how both of them are perfect for each other because of how similar they are. I had even remembered watching one of Shark’s interviews where he said that Brooklyn reminded him so much of himself.
I wish I knew Brooklyn better because if I did, I would’ve known that there would be nothing to worry about.
As I looked at Brooklyn who was playing XBOX with me up in Shark’s room, I could tell that she was a really nice person. She was fun, the moment she came into Shark’s mansion she greeted me with open arms and was quick to ask me if I was okay and if I had eaten yet. I wasn't surprised when I saw the living room and the XBOX and television all smashed up but Brooklyn sure was. She made jokes about Shark and then told me that James had an extra XBOX in his room.
Once we went up there we immediately began to play against each other. We had been playing each other for an hour and a half, until she was ready to call it quits.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Explain to me how I can easily serve your father in this game of NBA but I have nothing on you??
She squinted her eyes at me as I laughed, she was a really fun person. Somehow I had the feeling she let me get a basket on her several times throughout the game, but I didn't mind, I was having a good time.
As she turned off the television and the XBOX she turned towards me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: So Shawn, why'd you get off of school early? are you sick?
I was surprised to notice that James hadn't told her anything.
SHAWN ZEDIC: ..what?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Well your father called me around two o'clock, so you left school an hour early right?
SHAWN ZEDIC: I didn't go to school...
Brooklyn's facial expression looked confused.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um... why not? are you sick or something?
I was afraid to tell her why I was suspended, I honestly saw it as Shark's fault. He told me a lie, a stupid lie that I believed. Once my mom told me the truth I felt so stupid and humiliated. I was afraid to tell Brooklyn about this because I knew her brother was gay.
SHAWN ZEDIC: James told me that all gay people are possessed by the devil and have demons living inside them, he told me last year and I believed in for a long time. In school I said that and everyone got mad and the principle suspended me.
Instead of looking angry she just looked shocked and laughed about it. I was so surprised by her reaction.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Haha wow... that father of yours huh? Well don't listen to him, he's crazy, what he said isn't true at all.
I nodded my head agreeing with her.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Yea I know, mom told me it wasn't after I got suspended.
Brooklyn nodded her head smiling.
BROOKLYN CARTER: God loves all people, even the gay ones. Your father shouldn't judge people on how they live they're life and neither should you.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Black Jesus Also??
Brooklyn laughed out loud, she must've known that I got that from Shark. She nodded her head answering my question.
BROOKLYN CARTER: And besides... without gays, we wouldn't have good fashion.
Brooklyn took her fist and lightly tapped my chest with it as she winked at me, we both laughed, she was such a cool person, Shark didn't deserve her. I wonder what she would think if she knew the way Shark treated me, I also wondered if she even knew about it.
Thinking about Shark though, I really wanted to see him. Not because I missed him, but I wanted to see him training. Maybe he didn't know this but I was a really big wrestling fan. How could I not be? I grew up around it.
My mom didn't want me watching wrestling because of how violent and dramatic it could be at times, she especially didn't want me to watch Shark's promos because of how vulgar and rude he could be.
I wanted to ask Brooklyn if I could go but I didn't know if she would let me, she seemed pretty cool but I also knew that she didn't really like some of the people that trained alongside James. Maybe for that reason she wouldn't want to come with me, and if she didn't come with me, I probably wouldn't be allowed to go.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Hey can we play hide and come get it?
Brooklyn's eyes grew wide in shock.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Um....
SHAWN ZEDIC: I don't know what that means but I saw you tweet James that, and it sounded like you were playing a game.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Yea we definitely can't play that game, but we can play hide and seek. Do you want to be the counter or the one that hides?
SHAWN ZEDIC: Hides!
She smiled
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay go off and hide and I'll count to a hundred.
I felt bad for what I was about to do, but I had no choice, this was the perfect opportunity. As Brooklyn closed her eyes and began to count, I ran out of the room and began to make my way over towards the gym.
15 MINUTES LATER - JAMES SHARK POINT OF VIEW.
Preparing for London Carter was easy, London had one style, London was one person. However, preparing for a guy like Steven Angel was much harder then people thought. Even though Steven was one person, I had to train for the guy as if I was going to be facing two people.I didn't care for the other guys involved in the match. I would do some "warm-up" training for them backstage before the match.
My training and preparation for Steven included facing sparring partners with Steven Angel's technique, Steven Angel's moveset, once I would beat that guy down, a new sparring partner would quickly roll into the ring, and I would have to deal with David Zombie's technique, David Zombie's movest.
This was all Clayton's idea, I didn't agree with it at first because there was no way I believed that Steven would just put a mask on and feel a sudden boost of energy. Clayton insisted that I had to be prepared for anything because that was what a champion was all about. Champions had to be prepared for anything, Champions had to be ready for any possibilities.
I had been doing this sort of sparring in preparation for the Freedom Championship ever since I signed up for the match on the dotted line.
By now, I felt as if I had this guy's number, I just felt like I was better than him. The sparring partner that simulated David Zombie picked me up, hoisted me up over his shoulders, and I used my speed to quickly scramble off of his grip, and cling myself onto him with my arm wrapped around his neck.
He was caught in a nasty guillotine choke. I leaned backwards until I felt him tap on my ribs, I jumped off of him as he stumbled right onto the floor and fell right on his ass.
Oozing in confidence I taunted the sparring partner by making the shape of a pistol with my right hand and shooting at him.
JAMES SHARK: That's a wrap.
I slid out of the ring and gave Clayton props.
CLAYTON PARIS: That was awesome Shark, if you compare this performance to your first sparring session, you'll realize that you have covered all the holes and mistakes you've made. I think you're ready, but we're going to do more of these before Ultimate Glory.
I nodded my head smiling. The first time I had some trouble with the first sparring partner, then once the second sparring partner came in I would get beaten up. The more training I did the more prepared I had gotten. Practice made perfect, it truly did, I saw it in the results.
"That's not going to work Shark"
Oh man... that voice, it was so familiar, could it be?
I turned around, yes, it was. Me and Clayton both looked surprised to see my son Shawn Zedic right before us. Who knew how long he was watching me spar, what was he doing here? and where was Brooklyn? Clayton obviously had a better question.
CLAYTON PARIS: Did.... did he just call you Shark? instead of Dad or Father? That is so cold hahahahahahahaha
That nigga Clayton almost fell onto the floor laughing, I rolled my eyes refusing to answer his question, I kept my attention on Shawn.
JAMES SHARK: What's not going to work!?
SHAWN ZEDIC: That choke thingy, it may have worked on that guy but he's not a wrestler. If it's David Zombie that you put that choke on, he will just drive forward and slam you onto the mat, once he does that he'll be sitting on top of you and that won't be a very good spot for you.
Clayton's eyes grew wide in shock, based on the look on his face I could tell he was impressed. I wasn't so much impressed but surprised. I had wondered if he was into wrestling when he wanted to come see me train, but I wasn't convinced just yet.
JAMES SHARK: What makes you say that?
SHAWN ZEDIC: Because he's a champion, and even though he didn't deserve this title he has, he's won championships before. He just created the anarchy era and he won't want the era to vanish away after one match. He won't want to lose his title Shark, he's not going to give up that easy, you might not even have time to apply a choke on him, and even if you do just like you did up in that ring, he will slam you as soon as he feels your arms wrap around his neck. He's a professional and he's not going to panic once he feels someone applying a submission on him.
Clayton was still at "awe" I could see it on his face.
CLAYTON PARIS: Holy shit....
I pushed Clayton away.
JAMES SHARK: Don't "holy shit" him, you're making him feel nice.
I should be happy for Shawn, this is what I wanted, I wanted us to share an interest, but right now I was a bit irritated. I was happy with my performance and now Shawn was telling me my performance wasn't good enough, he was telling me what I just did wasn't going to work.
As I stood in front of Shawn, I crossed my arms.
JAMES SHARK: Since you became a wrestling expert overnight, why don't you go ahead and tell me something else you know.
Shawn looked at me and rubbed his chin for a few seconds before answering.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Well I know why you lost to Nick Ridicule.
All that could be heard after Shawn's reply was Clayton laughing hysterically in the background.
JAMES SHARK: I was locked up, I wasn't able to properly train, I-
SHAWN ZEDIC: Come on Shark, stop.
More laughter from Clayton in the background, I quickly turned around and gave him a dirty look, he stopped laughing.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You were undefeated for almost ALL of 2012, where Nick hadn't even compete in years. So with that being said, it cancels out any excuse you can think of. You were the favorite to win.
I was doing a lot to control my anger right now. What Shawn was saying made perfect sense, I just didn't want to listen to a fucking eight year old.
JAMES SHARK: Okay, so why the fuck did I lose?
CLAYTON PARIS: Hey easy Shark... he's just a kid.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You always said in your promos that this was a "Hunger Sport" right? Nick was hungrier. He was hungry to get back in the sport, he was hungry to walk back down that ramp and feel the roar of the crowed. Nick was hungry to hear his name be mentioned back in the list of who's the best in the world. You really had no hunger left Shark, you were already undefeated, you're last three outings had been knockout wins over one former champion and two current champions. You were just not hungry enough.
JAMES SHARK: I was locked up in prison, itching to get out and you're telling me I wasn't hungry enough?
SHAWN ZEDIC: With everything that went down with you, you lost that hunger and turned it into a "whatever" type of thing. While you were in prison thinking about Brooklyn, Nick was thinking about taking your head off.
I just didn't know what to say anymore, there was nothing I could possibly say. Shawn used my own words against me. I always described a person's hunger and I always described this sport as a "Hunger Game". He got me there.
CLAYTON PARIS: I feel weird saying this because I'm your trainer and you should listen to me, but Shark... listen to your son.
I should be listening to Shawn's advice but this just seemed all so weird. His advice was top notch, and it made sense, but he had no wrestling experience. He had never been in the ring before, and I don't even think he has watched a full wrestling match from start to finish.
As I turned my shoulder over at Clayton, I pointed at Shawn.
JAMES SHARK: He's freakin eight years old!
Clayton shrugged his shoulders at me.
CLAYTON PARIS: That's true, but right now he's speaking like he's a sixty three year old retired hall of fame wrestler.
I face palmed myself and groaned out loud, how was this happening? A few hours ago this kid was in tears and now here he was in front of me, giving me tips. I walked back over to him.
JAMES SHARK: Who are you, and what did you do to my soft ass son?
BROOKLYN CARTER: Oh my god Shark! don't talk to him like that!
All three of us turned around to see Brooklyn Carter coming towards us from the door that led into my mansion. Once she caught up to us we all kinda just stared at her.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Don't look at me like that guys.... he wanted to play hide and seek, I forgot to tell him the gym didn't count for hiding.
And there it was, the famous "#sadface" that Brooklyn rocked. It wasn't going to work this time.
JAMES SHARK: The fuck did you do to him!?
Brooklyn got taken back by my comment. She frowned her face and quickly looked at Shawn.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Why?? Is something wrong with him? Did he get hurt?
JAMES SHARK: Nah... He didn't get hurt, but he's about to.....
She quickly looked over at Shawn as Clayton couldn't compose himself from laughing.
BROOKLYN CARTER: What's wrong with you?
SHAWN CARTER: Nothings wrong with me....
She looked back at me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: What's wrong with him?
JAMES SHARK: All I know is this little nigga was a fucking pussy and after spending time with you he think he the man.
Brooklyn gave me a light push on the shoulder as Clayton shook his head.
BROOKLYN CARTER: hehe James shut the fuck up don't say that.
CLAYTON PARIS: James, whether he’s eight years old or not, he does bring up some valid points. Right now you should just really focus on Steven Angel and David Zombie.
I looked over at Shawn then back at Clayton and shook my head muttering.
JAMES SHARK: They’re the same fucking people.
Clayton tried to hold back his laughter at how annoyed I was at this point but I could tell he was doing so because he wanted to make this a serious talk. Before he could go on though, Shawn raised his hand. I caught it from the side of my eye.
JAMES SHARK: Oh great…He has something to say......again.
Brooklyn playfully hit me on my chest again as Clayton spoke out to Shawn with a smile on his face.
CLAYTON PARIS: You don’t have to raise your hand now Shawn, you work for the gym now, you’re my assistant trainer, what do you have to input?
As soon as I heard “assistant trainer” I flipped out.
JAMES SHARK: SAY WHAT!?
They both ignored me as Shawn cleared his throat, ready to say what he had in mind.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Steven and David isn’t what Shark should be focusing on.
Brooklyn frowned and looked over at me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: I don’t remember if he did it with me when I was looking after him but….. did he always call you “Shark” or…?
Clayton laughed out loud as I just sucked my teeth in.
CLAYTON PARIS: Yea you’re right again Shawn, Shark, you should focus not just on Steven but the other people in the match too. Damien Young, Max Adamson, Carver Ocean, Hardcore Physcopath, and James Betterman. Plus it’s also an open invitational, so there could be other people involved too!
SHAWN ZEDIC: He shouldn’t focus on that either actually…
Clayton scratched his head looking stumped for a second, before he continued onwards, listening to Shawn as he looked at me.
CLAYTON PARIS: Well yeah, I guess he should be also focused on Brooklyn Carter being the referee in the London Carter match up, a lot of bad blood in that match an-
SHAWN ZEDIC: No
Shawn shook his head really frustrating Clayton now.
SHAWN ZEDIC: And before you say he should focus on the Ultimate Glory Main Event, I’ll be the one to say that he shouldn’t focus on that either.
Clayton looked over at me, now he knew how I was feeling. Clayton crossed his arms looking down at Shawn.
CLAYTON PARIS: Okay Shawn, so what should James focus on!?
Shawn had a quick answer.
SHAWN ZEDIC: Shark should focus on Shark. He should focus on nobody but himself.
I moved my head to the side, kind of confused as to what he meant. He turned his attention towards me, looking up at me with his beady little eyes.
SHAWN ZEDIC: You’re your worst enemy Shark. All the focus should be on yourself, it’s not about being 100% physically, you also have to be 100% mentally. You have to be 100% up there…
Shawn pointed towards my head. All I could do was glare at him, he was right. I didn’t know where this “new” type of Shawn came from, but I liked it, now we finally seemed to share an interest. It killed me to admit how right he was, but I had to go with his advice.
The only way I would make Ultimate Glory a successful night was if I saw it happening in my head first. The only way it would happen was if I would let it happen. I had to be 100% ready mentally AND physically, because this night would be the fight of my life.
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