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I WANT MY BELT BACK part 2
by Guest February 3rd 2013, 4:02 am
I just want my belt back
If I have to go out to that ring on Sunday night, kill Anthony King and take the Universal Championship off of his dead hands, then so be it.
Whatever it takes.
He knows what I want, and he’s refusing to give it to me. He’s had his chances to hand it over peacefully and accept the fact that he doesn’t deserve what he has, but instead, he’s choosing to take my foot up his ass.
To each their own... but I will get my belt back this Sunday.
Anyone that has been around me these past few days will tell you exactly how motivated I am and exactly how hungry I am. I wasn’t beaten at PRIDE, I wasn’t knocked out at PRIDE, and I wasn’t put away at PRIDE.
I have nothing to prove because when I had my win over Anthony, I put him away, I knocked him out cold. When Anthony got his win over me.... he did NOTHING.
The dude has everything to prove and a championship to defend. I have nothing to worry about with him, all I have to do is show up and bring my best.
“Here is your winner, and the NEW NLWF Undisputed Champion, James Shark”
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JAMES SHARK: It was a cute promo though… I’m not going to lie. It was really cute, he looked good in it too. I think he got a new haircut and shaved a bit. Good for him.
Emma laughed at my sarcastic comments that were towards Anthony King’s last promo. It was a promo that was supposed to be his last. Anthony gave out his last words on the match, and his last words on me. As me and Emma both sat back and laughed about the whole thing, London just sat there with us in the private gym. He didn’t choose to go along with the sarcastic comments, instead, he chose to go against them.
LONDON CARTER: Don’t lie tho Shark, he got you with that promo man, my boy knows how to really make a good one.
As London looked right at me, Emma made an “Ooooooh” sound as if I was supposed to get angry at London’s opinion. Why would I? After all, I still needed him.
JAMES SHARK: Yea, he really knows how to make a good one because it’s all an act. I called him out on being one of the few people who rehearse their own damn promos, and there he was, putting up a fucking comedy skit.
London raised his eyebrows.
JAMES SHARK: Oh hey, I’m really going to get into Shark’s head if I have at least ONE person agree with me on me saying that Shark has NO MONEY. Yeah, let’s hire a fucking actor and make a promo together. I’ll start the promo off with me walking into a used car parking lot, and I’ll have me just talking to the car sales men, and we’ll both make up lies about Shark.
Emma laughed again as I continued.
JAMES SHARK: The dude had that whole scene rushed too. It was like he didn’t even have enough money to rent the lot out for over 2 minutes. Pathetic, that’s the guy representing us, that’s the guy representing our sport, our company.
LONDON CARTER: You can’t go off on my boy for making what you call a “comedy skit” I mean… what was that whole “I am Anthony King” stuff about, the one with the paid look-a-like learning how to use a condom? The one about the party?
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud remembering those two, it just made me crack up.
JAMES SHARK: That was really easy to do, and in the end, I wasn’t even in any of them. All I did was call some people and pitch them the ideas, what Anthony did was not only hire an actor, but act on camera himself. We’re fucking fighters not actors.
As Emma continued to laugh, London stood up from the chair he was seated on.
LONDON CARTER: Alright well I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. I don’t understand why yall niggas can’t be cool with each other. You’re both talented, you’re both loud mouthed… I mean come on. You guys should totally squash this thing after this match, regardless of who wins.
Instead of commenting on what London had just said, I continued on to just bash Anthony.
JAMES SHARK: He’s such a good actor though, I mean ALL this time he’s had me fooled. It took me until his last promo to figure out that this whole thing has just been one big act. This whole time he’s been ACTING like he’s going to win, ACTING like he’s better than me, ACTING like something that he’s not, ACTING li-
LONDON CARTER: OKAY! Jeez man enough!
London had yelled out the words “okay” so damn loud.
He was angry, he really was. He hated being in the position that he was in. He now knew what it felt like to be his sister at Ultimate Glory.
It was funny how things turned out. Back at Ultimate Glory when me and London had our beef, it was me that tried my best to just keep away from him and keep my mouth shut to make Brooklyn happy. London however, was the one who wouldn’t shutup, causing his sister to just be put in the middle of things, and she hated it.
Now he knew why and with that being said… why stop now? I wasn’t done yet.
JAMES SHARK: AND that picture of me crying in his shoot? I mean everybody knows that the picture was taken when some stupid ass white boy knocked over my big bucket of KFC Chicken. We was at that press conference one day, and BAM! With his Nicki Minaj booty, white boy just knocked it off the table. I was sad man…
London didn’t even bother replying, he shook his head and walked outside, leaving the gym. As I watched him leave I couldn’t help but smirk.
EMMA HUNTER: So where do you think he’s going?
Emma stopped laughing and quickly turned to me, asking the question. I looked over at her then looked over at the direction in which London had gone. I shrugged my shoulders and made a fair guess.
JAMES SHARK: Fresh air.
Suddenly Emma leaned forward impatiently.
EMMA HUNTER: Can you just please fucking tell me then!? Like god, now would be the perfect time since he’s gone out!
As I continued to stay seated on my seat, Emma began to tap her foot on the floor looking to be losing all of her patience in seconds. She crossed her arms and looked right at me, waiting for me to give her the answer to the question she so desperately wanted.
After I had told London about Anna and then asked him to give me everything I needed to know about Anthony, he flipped out.
He was angry and upset with me, he accused me of using him. London was so mad that he didn’t even want to go to the gym and begin our first training day, instead, he just wanted to go back to Miami. I didn’t let that happen.
I apologized and told him that I crossed the line to even think about him betraying his best friend like that. London being the nice guy that he was, he forgave me.
Since then I’ve been training myself and working out on my own. All I’ve been doing with London since those past few days were training him for his match with Young.
Emma was just so frustrated because every time we’ve had our alone time she had asked me what my next move was. She knew that I always planned ahead of things, and she knew that I had something up my sleeves, especially since I told her that I had a back-up plan just in case he didn’t give me anything.
JAMES SHARK: You really want to know?
EMMA HUNTER: YES! And hurry up before he gets back here.
I looked over at the gym exit, and based on the shadow that was on the wall from the light of the outside, it seemed that London was smoking a blunt right outside the doors. We were safe to talk right now.
JAMES SHARK: Look, you know how I’ve been sorta teaching London moves here and there? Giving him some pointers and what kind of moves he should throw?
EMMA HUNTER:…..yea
JAMES SHARK: Well it just so happens, that those very same moves, all the ones that I have gone over these past few days, belong to Anthony King.
Her face read it all.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh my God Shark, when he finds out that you did that he’s going t-
JAMES SHARK: Thank me. Either way, we both win. The moves I picked out from Anthony’s move-set will help him just walk through someone like Young. The moves I picked out from Anthony’s move-set will also help me be prepared for Anthony when he throws those exact same moves.
EMMA HUNTER: But… he’ll realize that you were using him an-
JAMES SHARK: That, or he’ll realize that right now, Anthony King is ranked #1 P4P. That ranking just goes by what I said in my promo when I called him a PAPER Champion. To me, he’s only the best right now on paper, in reality, I’m the best. If London finds out about the moves, he can say whatever the fuck he wants, but in the end, I still helped him.
Emma sighed, she never liked this idea at all. She valued friendship a lot, and really hated this idea of “using” London just for bragging rights in a match. Something must’ve happened with one of her friendships in the past, but I didn’t bother asking her about that.
In my eyes, I really wasn’t using London.
Sure, I was using him to really be MORE prepared for Anthony than I already was, but you could say the same for London. What’s stopping me from saying that London is using me?
We were both benefiting from each other. None of this mattered.
EMMA HUNTER: So… your plan is to spar with him the moment he gets back in here, right?
I nodded my head. I had this all planned out in my head from the moment he flipped out that morning in the penthouse. Once we got to the gym, I told him that I would help him really prepare for Young, but in return, he would have to spar with me a few times.
The first thing he told me was that he wasn’t going to mimic Anthony’s style. Little did he know, he was going to do exactly that based on everything we had been doing.
EMMA HUNTER: What makes you think he’s going to throw those moves from Anthony’s move-set in the sparring match?
JAMES SHARK: Because Emma, I’m an expert in getting into people’s heads. These past few days, while I’ve been getting into Anthony’s head, I’ve been getting into London’s head. While I was putting second thoughts in Anthony’s head, I was putting moves in London’s. He’s going to throw those moves, and he’s going to look like a mirror image of Anthony in the process.
She frowned her face and at that moment, it really didn’t look like she was following me anymore. This bitch was just stupid, I was trying to make things clear for her. I got up from my seat and began to walk over towards the locker room, she quickly followed me inside, still eager to ask her questions and learn more.
EMMA HUNTER: Just because of a couple of moves he’ll look exactly like King? I don’t know James… I mean do you really know what you’re doing here?
I smirked, she obviously wasn’t thinking, of course I knew what I was doing. She shut the door behind her just in case King came back. I turned around and tried my best to clear things up for her.
JAMES SHARK: Anthony and London have a lot of similarities alright? Anthony comes into his promo and wants to no sell what I’m doing by saying “Oh we’re completely different” well guess what? He ain’t stopping me. I know what he’s saying is bullshit cause I compared their matches. Anthony and London have sparred on numerous occasions and when you spar with someone as much as they have… well you tend to pick up their moves and likenesses…. Hold up a second
I began to walk over to the end of the locker room taking off my clothes, beginning to change over to my training gear. I peeked over my shoulder to see Emma still standing there.
JAMES SHARK: Oh ya I see you still lookin, tryna get a peak.
EMMA HUNTER: Ugh! You didn’t even tell me what you were going to do.
JAMES SHARK: Well now you know, it’s okay, you can still look if you want.
EMMA HUNTER: Why? So you could tell Brooklyn and she can kick my ass? Yeah right!
She turned around to face the door, that way she wasn’t looking at me by the time I took off my pants.
JAMES SHARK: Actually she would kick both of our asses if I told her, but that’s besides the point, anyways, when you’re in a sparring match, if you’re sparring partner is doing something that’s working or something that catches your attention, you’re going to think to yourself “Hey… I should try that”.
Emma continued to face the door and by the sound of her voice, it seemed as though she actually started to understand things.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh so… I get it now. London comes into the sparring match already going to throw some Anthony moves off of instinct, but with you putting those extra moves into his arsenal, that just makes it almost like a full Anthony….. fucking clever, BUT WRONG, still WRONG. I mean… this isn’t right, it’s just evil.
Suddenly the door swung open and London appeared right in front of the locker room we were in. We both froze for a second as he looked at both of us.
JAMES SHARK: I… I can explain man.
I was assuming he had heard everything, but then a short smile came across his face as he looked at me.
LONDON CARTER: Explain what? Why you only got your underwear on? That’s cause you knew I was coming and you wanted to get ready for me.
JAMES SHARK: Oh god shut the fuck up already.
I grabbed my nike shorts and put them on, shaking my head at London. I had enough with this guy and his stupid gay jokes. Why was he the one always making gay jokes at me? HE WAS THE GAY ONE.
As I caught eyes with Emma from across the room, she looked just as relived as I was. We both thought that I had just gotten caught for a second.
LONDON CATER: Meanie, why you gotta tell me to shut the fuck up?
I rolled my eyes and looked at him from across the room.
JAMES SHARK: Cause you want to fucking give me a rim job.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh here we go again……….
I had to agree with Emma on this one. She was probably annoyed by his gay jokes too, but it was me that went along with it. I didn’t want to let him win. He was always going around making “jokes” on how I was attracted to him or had some sort of secret crush on him. In return I would tell that nigga “FUCK NO” and that it was him who had a crush on me.
LONDON CARTER: Nope, here we don’t go again cause we don’t have a lot of time to waste. I’m going to be leaving the penthouse tonight, I just got off the phone with Anthony and well I told him that when he arrived here in Boston, I would go with him.
Fuck… That caught both me and Emma off guard. We both looked at each other then back at London. Emma didn’t say anything, all eyes were on me now for some reason. If I could get in a few sparring sessions in with London, everything would be good.
JAMES SHARK: Well how long do you have till you think you gotta get up and leave?
London looked over at his phone, reading the time.
LONDON CARTER: We got pretty much the whole day left, I told you I’ll leave tonight, why Shark, you gonna miss me?
Fuck no I wasn’t going to miss him, staying with him and being around him was just complete hell.
JAMES SHARK: Just get in the ring nigga, and put your sparring gear on.
He laughed and nodded his head, grabbing some gloves and head gear from the top shelf as I walked over to the ring. The moment I got to the ring, I began to clear my mind. I really wanted to put myself in a scenario where this was the actual match.
One thing I always did in the gym in sparring matches that were different than most gyms was that I never went “light” in sparring. I always went hard, and I expected for my sparring partners to go hard on me too.
I began to take a few deep breathes as I began to hit my gloves together.
As soon as I saw London walk out of the locker room with Emma, with his sparring gear all equipped, I began to picture Anthony King walking out of the curtains with Anna. I smile ran across my face as he got into the ring.
JAMES SHARK: Don’t hold back.
LONDON CARTER: Alright man, but just so we’re clear on things. I’m just going to do me, I’m not going to try and copy Anthony’s style.
Poor, innocent little London Carter, here he was unaware of the situation. Unaware that what he said he wouldn’t do…. Was exactly what he was going to do.
I nodded my head at him and just pretending as if I didn’t know what I was about to do. Emma signalled me from the other side of the ring real quick, and as I walked over to her, she pulled me close and whispered at me.
“Go easy on him”
She knew how much this win meant to me, she knew how much I wanted to not only beat Anthony but knock him out. I had a burning desire to win this match and burning desire to get my belt back.
I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see London in one of the corners of the ring. I looked back at Emma and sighed, nodding my head.
Maybe I wouldn’t go too hard.
As soon as Emma rang the bell and started the timer, I got into my “Shark Shell” style and began to move around the ring watching London closely. London tried to land a few jabs to my head that were quickly avoided, I faked a right, he put his hands up, and I came right in with a body shot to the ribs with my left hand, followed by a nasty leg kick that quickly spun London around.
Right when that happened, I could hear London mumble “fuck”.
I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t like how he was doing. He began to turn it up a few notches, putting some more power and energy behind his punches, unfortunately all he was doing was catching air. As I slipped over to the side, I landed a quick ducking in uppercut that dropped London on his ass.
EMMA HUNTER: Shark!
I shrugged my shoulders over at Emma who was at ringside. What else was I supposed to do? London was coming in hard and all I did was counter. London immediately got back up and began moving in quickly, he tried to land a dropkick but it was avoided, as he fell down to the floor with no impact, he got back up with one knee on the floor, and I quickly sprinted towards him landing a knee right onto his face, dropping him back down to the mat.
EMMA HUNTER: James easy!
LONDON CARTER: No, it’s fine.
London Carter got back up, I reached my hand out for us to touch gloves, and he touched them, but as soon as he touched the gloves, he tried to throw a cheap shot. I quickly moved out of the way and gave him a dirty look. We began to circle each other and he quickly jumped up into the air.
Based on what he was jumping into the air with, I knew exactly what he was doing, it was one of Anthony King’s moves. He was going for an armbar takedown, I immediately countered it and landed a punch right onto his jaw as he was in mid-air. He dropped like a fly and took a while to get back up.
That was enough for Emma to see, London just kept getting knocked down, as Emma stepped right into the ring I walked over to her and pulled her over to the corner.
EMMA HUNTER: What the fuck are you doing out there!? Stop it.
JAMES SHARK: Do you think I want this to play out this way? I can only hope that Anthony comes into the match like this cause it’ll be a walk-through, but right now he isn’t helping me out at all. He’s trying to like prove a point or something.
We both looked at London who just slammed his fist down onto the mat in frustration.
JAMES SHARK: He’s doing the exact same thing he did at Ultimate Glory. The reason he kept getting knocked down by me all the time wasn’t because he has a soft chin, but it was because he was leaving himself wide open, and that’s exactly what he’s doing now. He’s not thinking, he’s just throwing and this sparring match isn’t benefiting me at all right now.
London managed to get up to his feet, and quickly he came forward, not caring that Emma was in the ring. Emma quickly slid out of the ring as London tried to land a high kick, that high kick was another one of Anthony’s moves that he liked to throw.
I ducked down as the kick grazed my head and I threw an over hand right that landed, it dropped London once again.
Now I was the one who was frustrated. I removed my head gear and threw it down to the floor, as London got back up, I just stood there with my hands down.
JAMES SHARK: Man what the fuck are you doing? Fight smart, be patient, move around, look for counters. Fighting this way didn’t get you the victory at Glory.
LONDON CARTER: Fuck you Shark I almost beat you at Glory, you had to use my fucking sister to beat me.
I looked over at Emma and just rolled my eyes. As I looked back over at London who removed his headset also, I shook my head at him.
JAMES SHARK: I’m not trying to brag about that match or insult you right now. I need a sparring match, not a fucking scrap. Take this seriously, you would do A LOT better if you would just stay calm and think about what you wanted to do. Trust me when I say that. I don’t want you going out to the ring like this against Young either.
As London now put his head down, I walked over to him.
JAMES SHARK: Actually, do it against Young, do it against anyone BUT me. Don’t go into the ring with this type of style if you’re facing a guy with incredible counter punching. I can see what you were throwing at me from a mile away.
As London and me talked about that style more, he agreed to just take a different approach. As I told him all about why that style was so bad against guys with great boxing like me, it wasn’t about getting in his head or playing mind games.
I was really trying to help the dude.
He was grateful for the advice, and before we started sparring again, he told me that the least he could do was throw a super kick somewhere during the sparring session. That is exactly what I wanted, I knew that Anthony was going to be so dependent on that move.
London saw nothing wrong with throwing ONE of Anthony’s moves at me during sparring, but maybe it was because he didn’t know that he was throwing so much more of his moves than one. He probably didn’t even notice.
Once we got back to sparing, things were a lot more different. I got hit a few times, and it was a back and forth match up. There were some moves of Anthony’s that London threw off of instinct that caught me by just a bit, and a lot of other moves I was able to just avoid.
When the super kick came however, I was ready.
I wanted to knock out Anthony King so bad that I didn’t want it to be just one stupid right hand. I wanted it to be unlike any knockout I have ever done in the ring. I decided that I would take the knockout with a counter off of the super kick.
The moment London threw the super kick, I swayed over to the side. The moment London saw me move out of the way, he tried to put his hands up, expecting me to throw my hands. Instead, I put London in a standing arm triangle.
Once the submission was applied, London tried his best to try and break the hold, but he was struggling, struggling a lot. The moment I could feel he was about to break loose, I threw him with a t-bone suplex, only to put him into a jackhammer.
Instead of dropping him down with a slam, I brought him right down to the mat while landing a punch to his face in the process. I stood up, and looked down at the mat as I stood over London.
He wasn’t knocked out, but he almost got knocked out. The head gear saved him, and after that sparring session, I knew that I didn’t need any more with him.
JAMES SHARK: ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!
I screamed out loud in confidence as I walked around the ring. I was ready for that superkick, Anthony called it “The finale” but what he should change the move to “the beginning of the end” because that’s exactly what it will be on Sunday Night.
That same super kick would be the last thing he ever threw before the match ends. I was confident right now. I helped London up to his feet, and he quickly dropped back down to the floor, sitting down against one of the turnbuckles in the corner.
Emma gave him a bottle of water as she walked over to me.
EMMA HUNTER: So this is your plan huh? That’s what you’re going to do to Anthony?
I nodded my head.
EMMA HUNTER: It all happened so fast, I don’t even remember what you did, all I remembered seeing was that punch to the face.
JAMES SHARK: I know Anthony only has that one kick, so I was ready for it, and I came up with something to just put him away the moment he throws it. I stepped over to the side, then caught London is a submission to just completely lower his guard. Once London was in that submission, he wasn’t thinking about defending, he was thinking about escaping. The moment he came close to escaping, I hoisted him up and threw him over into a jackhammer, dropping him downwards with my fist dropping down with him.
Emma was amazed. The look on her face just proved to me I didn’t need Clayton. She was looking at me as if I was some sort of genius.
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I guarantee anyone that is tuning in at home or showing up to Tournament to the Title live, that Anthony King will not be able to handle or deal with anything that I have for him.
He’s going to be stuck, confused and frozen.
Everytime he sees me in one spot, he’ll throw one of his whack ass girly punches, strike air, and get hit in the fucking mouth. I just won’t be in the spot he once saw me in. I’ll move side to side, I’ll move in and out.
My speed will be too much for him, and my power will make him go number “2“ in his panties.
I’ve never trained so hard in my life, and there will be a “wow" factor in this match. I promise that everyone will just go “wow" when things are over with. The “wow" will come after the whole arena is silent after a few seconds.
Everyone knows that I’ve improved my game so much over the past few years, but after this match, I’m going to have people talking for a long time. People are going to go “wow man, I just never seen James Shark do something like that"
I think I’m the only person that feels as though Anthony looks like a little girl in the ring. His finishing move is a little queen-like kick, school girls throw better punches, and his wrestling is just below average.
If there are people out there who disagree with me and don’t think that Anthony is a little girl in that ring, then I’m going to make them think he is as soon as I’m done with him.
Is it wrong to say that people are going to think Stefan Raab is in my body? Because in that ring, that little girl is going to get raped.
Anthony doesn’t know it yet, but these past few days I’ve set out a trap, and just like I knew he would, he went for it. He already took the bait.
So now it’s my turn to take the title.
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Me and Brooklyn had gotten space from each other because of what Clayton had said about me and her. For some reason I guess she believed him. Clayton said that when I was with her, I had no focus on my match, and in order to focus with my match, I had to cut her loose.
This whole week I’ve put 100% focus on my match, and it showed.
My training was over, my preparation was over. Now I could do anything I wanted to do.
When Brooklyn DM’d me her room number, I guess she really did think I was going to send her something. Maybe some flowers, a box of chocolates, who knew what she had in mind? Either way, I knew that she wouldn’t be expecting me to show up.
I just wanted to see her honestly, it was just about a week since we’ve seen each other, but it felt like a lot longer than that.
Once I got to the four seasons hotel in Boston, I made my way to the front desk. Once I got there, I could see a small blonde woman with glasses behind the counter.
RECEPTIONIST: How can I help you si… oh my god.
I cocked a smile along my face. I knew what was about to happen.
RECEPTIONIST: You’re that guy on TV everyone always talks about, that wrestler, the one who always trash talks! Wow, you’re like one of the best I hear.
JAMES SHARK: Correction girl, I’m the best. In other words... the opposite of Anthony King.
RECEPTIONIST: Who is Anthony King??
JAMES SHARK: Exactly.
She laughed out loud and began to reach into her pockets.
RECEPTIONIST: This is amazing, I just started here and haven’t gotten to see any celebrities or stars walk through here, but my co-workers have told me that we get a lot! Wow! Can I take a picture with you?
I shrugged my shoulders.
JAMES SHARK: Only if I can make a sex tape with you.
As she was caught off guard I sent her a wink, it didn’t take her long to realize that I was just joking. We both laughed as she got out her IPhone. She came around the counter to where I was and got real close to me, stretching her arm out with the phone away from us as it pointed down over on us.
*Snap!*
Once the picture got taken, she asked for an autograph. Like damn, I wasn’t here for her, I was here for Brooklyn.
JAMES SHARK: Uhh yeah, sure, whatever. You got something you want me to sign?
RECEPTIONIST: Ohhh, oh I don’t know I should! Hold on!
She ran back over behind the counter and began to look for something that I could give her an autograph on. Almost a minute went by and I wasn’t down to be standing here waiting. The next thing I knew, some guests could come through the entrance door, and recognize me also.
JAMES SHARK: Hey how about this… just give me all your information and I could send you some tickets for the show on Sunday. VIP passes namsayin?
Her head popped out from behind the desk, and her eyes were just glowing with excitement.
RECEPTIONIST: REALLY?
I nodded my head. See? I wasn’t such a bad guy. Actually, I was only this kind to my fan girls, or at least women that recognized me. If this was a guy behind the desk, I wouldn’t even have let him taken a picture with me.
JAMES SHARK: Yea, just give me one of your cards or something and I’ll let the NLWF know, but hey um….
I leaned forward and took a look at her name tag.
JAMES SHARK: Alyssa… I really need to get going so do you mind speeding things up?
She almost jumped.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh!... OH! Yeah, sure, I’m so sorry for the hold up. I don’t have a business card but here is my number, name, and address.
I reached out and grabbed a small ripped piece of paper from her and just shoved it into my pocket.
RECEPTIONIST: So are you looking for a room to stay in?
JAMES SHARK: No I’m with Brooklyn
From the look she was giving me, I could tell she didn’t know who I was talking about. Maybe she was one that was good with faces either way she obviously wasn’t a big wrestling fan because she referred me as “that guy on TV”.
I guess she was just so excited to get tickets to the show so that she could watch me kick ass. Who wouldn't want to see me kick Anthony's ass?
JAMES SHARK: Brooklyn Carter…
RECEPTIONIST: Is she a wrestler too?
I nodded my head.
RECEPTIONIST: WOW! There’s another wrestler staying here? that’s so cool! So if you’re staying with her, what do you want me to do?
JAMES SHARK: We both booked the room here but I never got a key. She came to Boston before me.
BULLSHIT!
RECEPTIONIST: Oh… well why don’t you just call her?
JAMES SHARK: Um.. well I did, but she’s out doing some photoshoot, she just told me that the front desk would be able to hand me an extra key.
The woman began to look a bit unsure about all this.
JAMES SHARK: Look, I know you gotta be “sure” about something like this before you just hand someone a key, but I’m not just a random guest. I’m with her, honestly, look.
I put my right arm up and leaned onto the desk showing her one of my tattoos on my sleeve. At first she didn’t really know what she was looking at, but then she saw the heart with Brooklyn Carter’s name on it.
JAMES SHARK: If that’s not solid proof then I don’t know what is.
The woman smiled.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh my god, that is so cute! Okay well here you go.
She handed me the spare keys and I took them.
RECEPTIONIST: I don’t even have to give you the room number right?
JAMES SHARK: Nope!
We said our goodbyes, and I began to make my way over to the elevator. I was happy to see that the elevator was empty, and even happier that it didn’t stop on one of the floors on the way up. One thing I hated about being the “popular kid” was that almost everybody wanted to talk to you, almost everybody wanted to be all “buddy-buddy” with you.
It was annoying, I was that type of guy where all the attention was always on me, but damn, sometimes I hated being in the spotlight. It was even worse when you got dudes coming up to you, I bet London liked that part though… Anthony also.
As I looked up I could see that the elevator wasn’t at the floor yet. It was then that I started to think a bit more about Anthony.
I knew Anthony wouldn’t be ready for what I was going to bring to the table. There was just no possible way he could be ready. I began to wonder what London said to him about my training camp.
With London gone from the penthouse and staying with Anthony now, Anthony must’ve asked him a shit load of questions. I wondered if London told him that he almost got knocked out in our sparring match, it would’ve been awesome if he did, because Anthony would’ve asked how?
And London would’ve probably responded with “I don’t know man… all I remember was throwing a super kick”
I would’ve loved to see the look on Anthony’s face if London told him. Knowing how stubborn Anthony is though, I bet even if London told him, Anthony was still going to go out there and throw that kick.
*Ding!*
The elevator doors opened, and I walked out and began to look for Brooklyn’s room. Once I found the door, I put my ears close up to it, looking to hear if I could hear her in there.
How awkward would it be if Anthony and London were in there? I remember Anthony saying that if he ever saw me before the match he would hit me on sight. It was a cute little threat because he could barely hit me in a match, so I didn’t know what made him think he could hit me in a non-match situation.
If Anthony was in here, he could try to hit me, and that’ all he could do… was “try”.
I heard some movement inside the room, but no talking, just some footsteps. I put the key into the hole and slowly turned it. Once it was fully in, I quickly turned the knob and swung the door open.
“AHHHH!”
I heard Brooklyn scream out loud. Everything had happened so fast that I could barely see what happened. Once I opened the door, she ran into the closet and closed it. She was wearing something before going into the closet. Something long and black.
BROOKLYN CARTER: WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?
Why the hell did she go into the closet for? I walked over to the closet and tried to open it, but she was holding it from the inside.
BROOKLYN CARTER: WHO IS THERE!?
JAMES SHARK: Me…
BROOKLYN CARTER:….Shark?
JAMES SHARK: Yea girl…
I was expecting her to come out of the closet now, but there was silence.
JAMES SHARK: What the fuck are you doing?
BROOKLYN CARTER: No, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you catching me off guard like that? You said you were going to send me something not come over! Like what the hell we agreed to some space so that you could focus on your damn match!
Wow… well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting to get, she was really acting really weird, and it was making me suspicious.
JAMES SHARK: Why do you care, you should be happy I'm here. You got something to hide?
BROOKLYN CARTER: No! I’m just…
JAMES SHARK: Come out of there!
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay hold on… fuck, give me some SPACE for a moment.
I frowned my face and put my hands on my waist. We barely got to see each other, we were both busy people, even before we agreed on "space" we would only see each other like twice a week. We haven't seen each other for like a full week and that wasn't enough "space" for her?
JAMES SHARK: Okay whatever, you don’t want to see me that’s on you. I’m leaving, have fun in that fucking closet Brooklyn.
I couldn’t believe this shit, I didn’t even care about why she was in that closet anymore. I made my way for the door and opened it, but right before I could leave, I heard the closet door open behind me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Babe…. Don’t go... please.
Without turning around, I responded.
JAMES SHARK: Nah it’s cool, you’re obviously enjoying this space, so you can have some more of it.
BROOKLYN CARTER: But peanut! You scared me that’s all, I’m sorry okay? I'm not enjoying this, I just really want to see you get your hand raised, I couldn't help but think that your loss was my fault. Everyone made it seem that way.. look, just come back over here, I missed you so much.
How could I stay angry at her when she said stuff like that? I turned around and now I was the one who was surprised. Brooklyn Carter stood right in front of the same closet she was in, only now she was butt naked.
JAMES SHARK: Weren’t you wearing something black when you got into the closet?
She hesitated for a moment.
BROOKLYN CARTER: No
JAMES SHARK: But I coulda sworn you were weari-
Before I could even finish the sentence, Brooklyn threw her naked body onto me. After that, it was on like donkey kong.
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Sometimes you have to be the bad guy... and I think I capture that role perfectly.
In this match however, I’m going to be the hero. I will save everyone from ever having to watch a boring Anthony King match or a boring Anthony King promo ever again. After this match, it’s back to the indy feds for the so called “King"
Because I called myself the hero, I don't want you to call yourself the villain. You're not worthy enough to be the villain just like you're not worthy enough to be my opponent.
I’m so confident in what I’m going to go out there and do. I just cannot express how hard I’ve trained for this and how hard I’ve prepared for this.
Everything has gone according to plan, I’m just very, very confident about this match, very, very confident.
My speed is up, my power is up, my whole game is up. I’d like to see exactly how you try and deal with all of that on Sunday Night.
I hit you once with one of my power shots and it’s goodnight. I hit you once with one of these power shots and that’s just one more title you don’t have anymore.
To be quite honest with all of yall, God help Anthony and May God save the Queen.
I just see him getting destroyed in that ring for not taking me seriously.
Everything he’s said about me is complete bullshit, it’s like he makes things up as he goes a long. It’s almost as if he really hasn’t done any research on me and doesn’t know a whole lot about me.
He’s sleeping on me, I think he’s underestimating me big time. He’s not giving me credit for nothing. “Oh it took you years to win a title in NLWF” “Oh you ain’t a knockout king anymore” “Oh you ain’t really done nothing”
I’m GLAD that all of that is what Anthony King has really been thinking while he was training for me, because it’s hard to push yourself and really motivate yourself to train for somebody who you think doesn’t have it anymore.
He’s telling the media he’s pushing himself as hard as he can, telling the media he’s getting prepared and training like a champion….
That dude ain’t pushing himself, he ain’t training like a champion, he ain’t prepared.
The repetitive talk? It can keep coming. He may laugh and put the #BOOM at the end of his tweets thinking he’s funny as hell, but ain’t nobody can help him once that bell rings.
Five to ten minutes before I even walk out to the ring, and that’s when shit actually gets real. Before my matches, I’m the class clown, I’m the funny guy, the disrespectful trash talker. That’s Sharky
Backstage, before my music even hits, Shark comes out, and Sharky goes home.
This is a sport, but both of us just made things so personal. I don’t know, if I’m going to be able to stop myself from continuing to hit him when he’s already knocked out.
Once I lay my fist on him, whatever his game plan is will go right out the window. Everything he focused on, everything he prepared for, it will all be forgotten once these fists connect.
Every time he looks at me, thinks about me or crosses me, I want him to remember every single punch, kick and slam. I want him to remember the ass whooping I put on him. Every time he thinks about the Undisputed Championship, I want him to not even want to go for it, whether I’m still holding it or not.
Anthony King said a lot of stuff that he just won’t be able to back up. This Sunday, he’ll only be known to be Undisputed Champion for fourteen days. He’s done, he’s finished.
The desire I have for the ass whooping I want to put on him gets stronger and stronger every day. That’s all I can think about, it’s how I’m going to whoop his ass.
Anthony King has never even been in such a heavily hyped match like this before. He has never been under this much pressure in his career, let alone in his life. He doesn’t know what it feels like when he hears his music, he doesn’t know what he’s going to feel like when he walks down that ramp, and he doesn’t know what it feels like when he watches me come out to the ring.
For Anthony to say that I don’t have “it” anymore just over ONE un impressive victory of his, that doesn’t bother me, and I’m glad that he thinks that.
I’m going to teach him to keep REAL KING’s names out of his mouth.
Who is Anthony to say to me “Man Up”? He’ll never be the man that his mother was. He’ll never be the man that I am. I don’t care if he has those championships or not, he’s beneath me, and he’s not on my level.
He’s never fought nobody like me before one on one. He ain’t ever fought nobody with the punching power I got one on one, and he knows that.
Yall are going to see the most aggressive, violent and most dangerous James Shark the world has ever seen. What Anthony King did, was release the Shark out of the tank.
I’ve been in this gym, and I’ve turned things up to a level I never even knew I had. I never trained this hard in my life. I felt like I was training for the actual tournament, because I honestly feel like I can go do multiple matches in one night, just like I did at Ultimate Glory, only MORE.
I’m a fucking warrior, I came from the streets. Everyone knows that with street credit comes Pride. When someone tries to hurt you with words and take away your pride…. You fight.
On Sunday everyone is going to see a side of me nobody has ever seen before. Five seconds into the match, Anthony King is going to shit himself.
What I did to Anthony, was just complete disrespect, and now in the ring, I get to disrespect him even more. Anthony King is going to be carried out in a stretcher.
We’re going to find out, who’s real and who’s fake. We’re going to find out if he is actually the king of this company, and we’re going to find out who’s TRULY the baddest nigga on the planet.
He talks a big game, but when it comes down to it, he looks for a way out. “Stop tweeting me, get a life” , but it’s okay, because I’m going to help him find a way out. I’m going to help him quit.
#InSharkYallTrust #MoneyOnSharky
If I have to go out to that ring on Sunday night, kill Anthony King and take the Universal Championship off of his dead hands, then so be it.
Whatever it takes.
He knows what I want, and he’s refusing to give it to me. He’s had his chances to hand it over peacefully and accept the fact that he doesn’t deserve what he has, but instead, he’s choosing to take my foot up his ass.
To each their own... but I will get my belt back this Sunday.
Anyone that has been around me these past few days will tell you exactly how motivated I am and exactly how hungry I am. I wasn’t beaten at PRIDE, I wasn’t knocked out at PRIDE, and I wasn’t put away at PRIDE.
I have nothing to prove because when I had my win over Anthony, I put him away, I knocked him out cold. When Anthony got his win over me.... he did NOTHING.
The dude has everything to prove and a championship to defend. I have nothing to worry about with him, all I have to do is show up and bring my best.
“Here is your winner, and the NEW NLWF Undisputed Champion, James Shark”
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JAMES SHARK: It was a cute promo though… I’m not going to lie. It was really cute, he looked good in it too. I think he got a new haircut and shaved a bit. Good for him.
Emma laughed at my sarcastic comments that were towards Anthony King’s last promo. It was a promo that was supposed to be his last. Anthony gave out his last words on the match, and his last words on me. As me and Emma both sat back and laughed about the whole thing, London just sat there with us in the private gym. He didn’t choose to go along with the sarcastic comments, instead, he chose to go against them.
LONDON CARTER: Don’t lie tho Shark, he got you with that promo man, my boy knows how to really make a good one.
As London looked right at me, Emma made an “Ooooooh” sound as if I was supposed to get angry at London’s opinion. Why would I? After all, I still needed him.
JAMES SHARK: Yea, he really knows how to make a good one because it’s all an act. I called him out on being one of the few people who rehearse their own damn promos, and there he was, putting up a fucking comedy skit.
London raised his eyebrows.
JAMES SHARK: Oh hey, I’m really going to get into Shark’s head if I have at least ONE person agree with me on me saying that Shark has NO MONEY. Yeah, let’s hire a fucking actor and make a promo together. I’ll start the promo off with me walking into a used car parking lot, and I’ll have me just talking to the car sales men, and we’ll both make up lies about Shark.
Emma laughed again as I continued.
JAMES SHARK: The dude had that whole scene rushed too. It was like he didn’t even have enough money to rent the lot out for over 2 minutes. Pathetic, that’s the guy representing us, that’s the guy representing our sport, our company.
LONDON CARTER: You can’t go off on my boy for making what you call a “comedy skit” I mean… what was that whole “I am Anthony King” stuff about, the one with the paid look-a-like learning how to use a condom? The one about the party?
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud remembering those two, it just made me crack up.
JAMES SHARK: That was really easy to do, and in the end, I wasn’t even in any of them. All I did was call some people and pitch them the ideas, what Anthony did was not only hire an actor, but act on camera himself. We’re fucking fighters not actors.
As Emma continued to laugh, London stood up from the chair he was seated on.
LONDON CARTER: Alright well I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. I don’t understand why yall niggas can’t be cool with each other. You’re both talented, you’re both loud mouthed… I mean come on. You guys should totally squash this thing after this match, regardless of who wins.
Instead of commenting on what London had just said, I continued on to just bash Anthony.
JAMES SHARK: He’s such a good actor though, I mean ALL this time he’s had me fooled. It took me until his last promo to figure out that this whole thing has just been one big act. This whole time he’s been ACTING like he’s going to win, ACTING like he’s better than me, ACTING like something that he’s not, ACTING li-
LONDON CARTER: OKAY! Jeez man enough!
London had yelled out the words “okay” so damn loud.
He was angry, he really was. He hated being in the position that he was in. He now knew what it felt like to be his sister at Ultimate Glory.
It was funny how things turned out. Back at Ultimate Glory when me and London had our beef, it was me that tried my best to just keep away from him and keep my mouth shut to make Brooklyn happy. London however, was the one who wouldn’t shutup, causing his sister to just be put in the middle of things, and she hated it.
Now he knew why and with that being said… why stop now? I wasn’t done yet.
JAMES SHARK: AND that picture of me crying in his shoot? I mean everybody knows that the picture was taken when some stupid ass white boy knocked over my big bucket of KFC Chicken. We was at that press conference one day, and BAM! With his Nicki Minaj booty, white boy just knocked it off the table. I was sad man…
London didn’t even bother replying, he shook his head and walked outside, leaving the gym. As I watched him leave I couldn’t help but smirk.
EMMA HUNTER: So where do you think he’s going?
Emma stopped laughing and quickly turned to me, asking the question. I looked over at her then looked over at the direction in which London had gone. I shrugged my shoulders and made a fair guess.
JAMES SHARK: Fresh air.
Suddenly Emma leaned forward impatiently.
EMMA HUNTER: Can you just please fucking tell me then!? Like god, now would be the perfect time since he’s gone out!
As I continued to stay seated on my seat, Emma began to tap her foot on the floor looking to be losing all of her patience in seconds. She crossed her arms and looked right at me, waiting for me to give her the answer to the question she so desperately wanted.
After I had told London about Anna and then asked him to give me everything I needed to know about Anthony, he flipped out.
He was angry and upset with me, he accused me of using him. London was so mad that he didn’t even want to go to the gym and begin our first training day, instead, he just wanted to go back to Miami. I didn’t let that happen.
I apologized and told him that I crossed the line to even think about him betraying his best friend like that. London being the nice guy that he was, he forgave me.
Since then I’ve been training myself and working out on my own. All I’ve been doing with London since those past few days were training him for his match with Young.
Emma was just so frustrated because every time we’ve had our alone time she had asked me what my next move was. She knew that I always planned ahead of things, and she knew that I had something up my sleeves, especially since I told her that I had a back-up plan just in case he didn’t give me anything.
JAMES SHARK: You really want to know?
EMMA HUNTER: YES! And hurry up before he gets back here.
I looked over at the gym exit, and based on the shadow that was on the wall from the light of the outside, it seemed that London was smoking a blunt right outside the doors. We were safe to talk right now.
JAMES SHARK: Look, you know how I’ve been sorta teaching London moves here and there? Giving him some pointers and what kind of moves he should throw?
EMMA HUNTER:…..yea
JAMES SHARK: Well it just so happens, that those very same moves, all the ones that I have gone over these past few days, belong to Anthony King.
Her face read it all.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh my God Shark, when he finds out that you did that he’s going t-
JAMES SHARK: Thank me. Either way, we both win. The moves I picked out from Anthony’s move-set will help him just walk through someone like Young. The moves I picked out from Anthony’s move-set will also help me be prepared for Anthony when he throws those exact same moves.
EMMA HUNTER: But… he’ll realize that you were using him an-
JAMES SHARK: That, or he’ll realize that right now, Anthony King is ranked #1 P4P. That ranking just goes by what I said in my promo when I called him a PAPER Champion. To me, he’s only the best right now on paper, in reality, I’m the best. If London finds out about the moves, he can say whatever the fuck he wants, but in the end, I still helped him.
Emma sighed, she never liked this idea at all. She valued friendship a lot, and really hated this idea of “using” London just for bragging rights in a match. Something must’ve happened with one of her friendships in the past, but I didn’t bother asking her about that.
In my eyes, I really wasn’t using London.
Sure, I was using him to really be MORE prepared for Anthony than I already was, but you could say the same for London. What’s stopping me from saying that London is using me?
We were both benefiting from each other. None of this mattered.
EMMA HUNTER: So… your plan is to spar with him the moment he gets back in here, right?
I nodded my head. I had this all planned out in my head from the moment he flipped out that morning in the penthouse. Once we got to the gym, I told him that I would help him really prepare for Young, but in return, he would have to spar with me a few times.
The first thing he told me was that he wasn’t going to mimic Anthony’s style. Little did he know, he was going to do exactly that based on everything we had been doing.
EMMA HUNTER: What makes you think he’s going to throw those moves from Anthony’s move-set in the sparring match?
JAMES SHARK: Because Emma, I’m an expert in getting into people’s heads. These past few days, while I’ve been getting into Anthony’s head, I’ve been getting into London’s head. While I was putting second thoughts in Anthony’s head, I was putting moves in London’s. He’s going to throw those moves, and he’s going to look like a mirror image of Anthony in the process.
She frowned her face and at that moment, it really didn’t look like she was following me anymore. This bitch was just stupid, I was trying to make things clear for her. I got up from my seat and began to walk over towards the locker room, she quickly followed me inside, still eager to ask her questions and learn more.
EMMA HUNTER: Just because of a couple of moves he’ll look exactly like King? I don’t know James… I mean do you really know what you’re doing here?
I smirked, she obviously wasn’t thinking, of course I knew what I was doing. She shut the door behind her just in case King came back. I turned around and tried my best to clear things up for her.
JAMES SHARK: Anthony and London have a lot of similarities alright? Anthony comes into his promo and wants to no sell what I’m doing by saying “Oh we’re completely different” well guess what? He ain’t stopping me. I know what he’s saying is bullshit cause I compared their matches. Anthony and London have sparred on numerous occasions and when you spar with someone as much as they have… well you tend to pick up their moves and likenesses…. Hold up a second
I began to walk over to the end of the locker room taking off my clothes, beginning to change over to my training gear. I peeked over my shoulder to see Emma still standing there.
JAMES SHARK: Oh ya I see you still lookin, tryna get a peak.
EMMA HUNTER: Ugh! You didn’t even tell me what you were going to do.
JAMES SHARK: Well now you know, it’s okay, you can still look if you want.
EMMA HUNTER: Why? So you could tell Brooklyn and she can kick my ass? Yeah right!
She turned around to face the door, that way she wasn’t looking at me by the time I took off my pants.
JAMES SHARK: Actually she would kick both of our asses if I told her, but that’s besides the point, anyways, when you’re in a sparring match, if you’re sparring partner is doing something that’s working or something that catches your attention, you’re going to think to yourself “Hey… I should try that”.
Emma continued to face the door and by the sound of her voice, it seemed as though she actually started to understand things.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh so… I get it now. London comes into the sparring match already going to throw some Anthony moves off of instinct, but with you putting those extra moves into his arsenal, that just makes it almost like a full Anthony….. fucking clever, BUT WRONG, still WRONG. I mean… this isn’t right, it’s just evil.
Suddenly the door swung open and London appeared right in front of the locker room we were in. We both froze for a second as he looked at both of us.
JAMES SHARK: I… I can explain man.
I was assuming he had heard everything, but then a short smile came across his face as he looked at me.
LONDON CARTER: Explain what? Why you only got your underwear on? That’s cause you knew I was coming and you wanted to get ready for me.
JAMES SHARK: Oh god shut the fuck up already.
I grabbed my nike shorts and put them on, shaking my head at London. I had enough with this guy and his stupid gay jokes. Why was he the one always making gay jokes at me? HE WAS THE GAY ONE.
As I caught eyes with Emma from across the room, she looked just as relived as I was. We both thought that I had just gotten caught for a second.
LONDON CATER: Meanie, why you gotta tell me to shut the fuck up?
I rolled my eyes and looked at him from across the room.
JAMES SHARK: Cause you want to fucking give me a rim job.
EMMA HUNTER: Oh here we go again……….
I had to agree with Emma on this one. She was probably annoyed by his gay jokes too, but it was me that went along with it. I didn’t want to let him win. He was always going around making “jokes” on how I was attracted to him or had some sort of secret crush on him. In return I would tell that nigga “FUCK NO” and that it was him who had a crush on me.
LONDON CARTER: Nope, here we don’t go again cause we don’t have a lot of time to waste. I’m going to be leaving the penthouse tonight, I just got off the phone with Anthony and well I told him that when he arrived here in Boston, I would go with him.
Fuck… That caught both me and Emma off guard. We both looked at each other then back at London. Emma didn’t say anything, all eyes were on me now for some reason. If I could get in a few sparring sessions in with London, everything would be good.
JAMES SHARK: Well how long do you have till you think you gotta get up and leave?
London looked over at his phone, reading the time.
LONDON CARTER: We got pretty much the whole day left, I told you I’ll leave tonight, why Shark, you gonna miss me?
Fuck no I wasn’t going to miss him, staying with him and being around him was just complete hell.
JAMES SHARK: Just get in the ring nigga, and put your sparring gear on.
He laughed and nodded his head, grabbing some gloves and head gear from the top shelf as I walked over to the ring. The moment I got to the ring, I began to clear my mind. I really wanted to put myself in a scenario where this was the actual match.
One thing I always did in the gym in sparring matches that were different than most gyms was that I never went “light” in sparring. I always went hard, and I expected for my sparring partners to go hard on me too.
I began to take a few deep breathes as I began to hit my gloves together.
As soon as I saw London walk out of the locker room with Emma, with his sparring gear all equipped, I began to picture Anthony King walking out of the curtains with Anna. I smile ran across my face as he got into the ring.
JAMES SHARK: Don’t hold back.
LONDON CARTER: Alright man, but just so we’re clear on things. I’m just going to do me, I’m not going to try and copy Anthony’s style.
Poor, innocent little London Carter, here he was unaware of the situation. Unaware that what he said he wouldn’t do…. Was exactly what he was going to do.
I nodded my head at him and just pretending as if I didn’t know what I was about to do. Emma signalled me from the other side of the ring real quick, and as I walked over to her, she pulled me close and whispered at me.
“Go easy on him”
She knew how much this win meant to me, she knew how much I wanted to not only beat Anthony but knock him out. I had a burning desire to win this match and burning desire to get my belt back.
I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see London in one of the corners of the ring. I looked back at Emma and sighed, nodding my head.
Maybe I wouldn’t go too hard.
As soon as Emma rang the bell and started the timer, I got into my “Shark Shell” style and began to move around the ring watching London closely. London tried to land a few jabs to my head that were quickly avoided, I faked a right, he put his hands up, and I came right in with a body shot to the ribs with my left hand, followed by a nasty leg kick that quickly spun London around.
Right when that happened, I could hear London mumble “fuck”.
I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t like how he was doing. He began to turn it up a few notches, putting some more power and energy behind his punches, unfortunately all he was doing was catching air. As I slipped over to the side, I landed a quick ducking in uppercut that dropped London on his ass.
EMMA HUNTER: Shark!
I shrugged my shoulders over at Emma who was at ringside. What else was I supposed to do? London was coming in hard and all I did was counter. London immediately got back up and began moving in quickly, he tried to land a dropkick but it was avoided, as he fell down to the floor with no impact, he got back up with one knee on the floor, and I quickly sprinted towards him landing a knee right onto his face, dropping him back down to the mat.
EMMA HUNTER: James easy!
LONDON CARTER: No, it’s fine.
London Carter got back up, I reached my hand out for us to touch gloves, and he touched them, but as soon as he touched the gloves, he tried to throw a cheap shot. I quickly moved out of the way and gave him a dirty look. We began to circle each other and he quickly jumped up into the air.
Based on what he was jumping into the air with, I knew exactly what he was doing, it was one of Anthony King’s moves. He was going for an armbar takedown, I immediately countered it and landed a punch right onto his jaw as he was in mid-air. He dropped like a fly and took a while to get back up.
That was enough for Emma to see, London just kept getting knocked down, as Emma stepped right into the ring I walked over to her and pulled her over to the corner.
EMMA HUNTER: What the fuck are you doing out there!? Stop it.
JAMES SHARK: Do you think I want this to play out this way? I can only hope that Anthony comes into the match like this cause it’ll be a walk-through, but right now he isn’t helping me out at all. He’s trying to like prove a point or something.
We both looked at London who just slammed his fist down onto the mat in frustration.
JAMES SHARK: He’s doing the exact same thing he did at Ultimate Glory. The reason he kept getting knocked down by me all the time wasn’t because he has a soft chin, but it was because he was leaving himself wide open, and that’s exactly what he’s doing now. He’s not thinking, he’s just throwing and this sparring match isn’t benefiting me at all right now.
London managed to get up to his feet, and quickly he came forward, not caring that Emma was in the ring. Emma quickly slid out of the ring as London tried to land a high kick, that high kick was another one of Anthony’s moves that he liked to throw.
I ducked down as the kick grazed my head and I threw an over hand right that landed, it dropped London once again.
Now I was the one who was frustrated. I removed my head gear and threw it down to the floor, as London got back up, I just stood there with my hands down.
JAMES SHARK: Man what the fuck are you doing? Fight smart, be patient, move around, look for counters. Fighting this way didn’t get you the victory at Glory.
LONDON CARTER: Fuck you Shark I almost beat you at Glory, you had to use my fucking sister to beat me.
I looked over at Emma and just rolled my eyes. As I looked back over at London who removed his headset also, I shook my head at him.
JAMES SHARK: I’m not trying to brag about that match or insult you right now. I need a sparring match, not a fucking scrap. Take this seriously, you would do A LOT better if you would just stay calm and think about what you wanted to do. Trust me when I say that. I don’t want you going out to the ring like this against Young either.
As London now put his head down, I walked over to him.
JAMES SHARK: Actually, do it against Young, do it against anyone BUT me. Don’t go into the ring with this type of style if you’re facing a guy with incredible counter punching. I can see what you were throwing at me from a mile away.
As London and me talked about that style more, he agreed to just take a different approach. As I told him all about why that style was so bad against guys with great boxing like me, it wasn’t about getting in his head or playing mind games.
I was really trying to help the dude.
He was grateful for the advice, and before we started sparring again, he told me that the least he could do was throw a super kick somewhere during the sparring session. That is exactly what I wanted, I knew that Anthony was going to be so dependent on that move.
London saw nothing wrong with throwing ONE of Anthony’s moves at me during sparring, but maybe it was because he didn’t know that he was throwing so much more of his moves than one. He probably didn’t even notice.
Once we got back to sparing, things were a lot more different. I got hit a few times, and it was a back and forth match up. There were some moves of Anthony’s that London threw off of instinct that caught me by just a bit, and a lot of other moves I was able to just avoid.
When the super kick came however, I was ready.
I wanted to knock out Anthony King so bad that I didn’t want it to be just one stupid right hand. I wanted it to be unlike any knockout I have ever done in the ring. I decided that I would take the knockout with a counter off of the super kick.
The moment London threw the super kick, I swayed over to the side. The moment London saw me move out of the way, he tried to put his hands up, expecting me to throw my hands. Instead, I put London in a standing arm triangle.
Once the submission was applied, London tried his best to try and break the hold, but he was struggling, struggling a lot. The moment I could feel he was about to break loose, I threw him with a t-bone suplex, only to put him into a jackhammer.
Instead of dropping him down with a slam, I brought him right down to the mat while landing a punch to his face in the process. I stood up, and looked down at the mat as I stood over London.
He wasn’t knocked out, but he almost got knocked out. The head gear saved him, and after that sparring session, I knew that I didn’t need any more with him.
JAMES SHARK: ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!
I screamed out loud in confidence as I walked around the ring. I was ready for that superkick, Anthony called it “The finale” but what he should change the move to “the beginning of the end” because that’s exactly what it will be on Sunday Night.
That same super kick would be the last thing he ever threw before the match ends. I was confident right now. I helped London up to his feet, and he quickly dropped back down to the floor, sitting down against one of the turnbuckles in the corner.
Emma gave him a bottle of water as she walked over to me.
EMMA HUNTER: So this is your plan huh? That’s what you’re going to do to Anthony?
I nodded my head.
EMMA HUNTER: It all happened so fast, I don’t even remember what you did, all I remembered seeing was that punch to the face.
JAMES SHARK: I know Anthony only has that one kick, so I was ready for it, and I came up with something to just put him away the moment he throws it. I stepped over to the side, then caught London is a submission to just completely lower his guard. Once London was in that submission, he wasn’t thinking about defending, he was thinking about escaping. The moment he came close to escaping, I hoisted him up and threw him over into a jackhammer, dropping him downwards with my fist dropping down with him.
Emma was amazed. The look on her face just proved to me I didn’t need Clayton. She was looking at me as if I was some sort of genius.
--
I guarantee anyone that is tuning in at home or showing up to Tournament to the Title live, that Anthony King will not be able to handle or deal with anything that I have for him.
He’s going to be stuck, confused and frozen.
Everytime he sees me in one spot, he’ll throw one of his whack ass girly punches, strike air, and get hit in the fucking mouth. I just won’t be in the spot he once saw me in. I’ll move side to side, I’ll move in and out.
My speed will be too much for him, and my power will make him go number “2“ in his panties.
I’ve never trained so hard in my life, and there will be a “wow" factor in this match. I promise that everyone will just go “wow" when things are over with. The “wow" will come after the whole arena is silent after a few seconds.
Everyone knows that I’ve improved my game so much over the past few years, but after this match, I’m going to have people talking for a long time. People are going to go “wow man, I just never seen James Shark do something like that"
I think I’m the only person that feels as though Anthony looks like a little girl in the ring. His finishing move is a little queen-like kick, school girls throw better punches, and his wrestling is just below average.
If there are people out there who disagree with me and don’t think that Anthony is a little girl in that ring, then I’m going to make them think he is as soon as I’m done with him.
Is it wrong to say that people are going to think Stefan Raab is in my body? Because in that ring, that little girl is going to get raped.
Anthony doesn’t know it yet, but these past few days I’ve set out a trap, and just like I knew he would, he went for it. He already took the bait.
So now it’s my turn to take the title.
--
Me and Brooklyn had gotten space from each other because of what Clayton had said about me and her. For some reason I guess she believed him. Clayton said that when I was with her, I had no focus on my match, and in order to focus with my match, I had to cut her loose.
This whole week I’ve put 100% focus on my match, and it showed.
My training was over, my preparation was over. Now I could do anything I wanted to do.
I just wanted to see her honestly, it was just about a week since we’ve seen each other, but it felt like a lot longer than that.
Once I got to the four seasons hotel in Boston, I made my way to the front desk. Once I got there, I could see a small blonde woman with glasses behind the counter.
RECEPTIONIST: How can I help you si… oh my god.
I cocked a smile along my face. I knew what was about to happen.
RECEPTIONIST: You’re that guy on TV everyone always talks about, that wrestler, the one who always trash talks! Wow, you’re like one of the best I hear.
JAMES SHARK: Correction girl, I’m the best. In other words... the opposite of Anthony King.
RECEPTIONIST: Who is Anthony King??
JAMES SHARK: Exactly.
She laughed out loud and began to reach into her pockets.
RECEPTIONIST: This is amazing, I just started here and haven’t gotten to see any celebrities or stars walk through here, but my co-workers have told me that we get a lot! Wow! Can I take a picture with you?
I shrugged my shoulders.
JAMES SHARK: Only if I can make a sex tape with you.
As she was caught off guard I sent her a wink, it didn’t take her long to realize that I was just joking. We both laughed as she got out her IPhone. She came around the counter to where I was and got real close to me, stretching her arm out with the phone away from us as it pointed down over on us.
*Snap!*
Once the picture got taken, she asked for an autograph. Like damn, I wasn’t here for her, I was here for Brooklyn.
JAMES SHARK: Uhh yeah, sure, whatever. You got something you want me to sign?
RECEPTIONIST: Ohhh, oh I don’t know I should! Hold on!
She ran back over behind the counter and began to look for something that I could give her an autograph on. Almost a minute went by and I wasn’t down to be standing here waiting. The next thing I knew, some guests could come through the entrance door, and recognize me also.
JAMES SHARK: Hey how about this… just give me all your information and I could send you some tickets for the show on Sunday. VIP passes namsayin?
Her head popped out from behind the desk, and her eyes were just glowing with excitement.
RECEPTIONIST: REALLY?
I nodded my head. See? I wasn’t such a bad guy. Actually, I was only this kind to my fan girls, or at least women that recognized me. If this was a guy behind the desk, I wouldn’t even have let him taken a picture with me.
JAMES SHARK: Yea, just give me one of your cards or something and I’ll let the NLWF know, but hey um….
I leaned forward and took a look at her name tag.
JAMES SHARK: Alyssa… I really need to get going so do you mind speeding things up?
She almost jumped.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh!... OH! Yeah, sure, I’m so sorry for the hold up. I don’t have a business card but here is my number, name, and address.
I reached out and grabbed a small ripped piece of paper from her and just shoved it into my pocket.
RECEPTIONIST: So are you looking for a room to stay in?
JAMES SHARK: No I’m with Brooklyn
From the look she was giving me, I could tell she didn’t know who I was talking about. Maybe she was one that was good with faces either way she obviously wasn’t a big wrestling fan because she referred me as “that guy on TV”.
I guess she was just so excited to get tickets to the show so that she could watch me kick ass. Who wouldn't want to see me kick Anthony's ass?
JAMES SHARK: Brooklyn Carter…
RECEPTIONIST: Is she a wrestler too?
I nodded my head.
RECEPTIONIST: WOW! There’s another wrestler staying here? that’s so cool! So if you’re staying with her, what do you want me to do?
JAMES SHARK: We both booked the room here but I never got a key. She came to Boston before me.
BULLSHIT!
RECEPTIONIST: Oh… well why don’t you just call her?
JAMES SHARK: Um.. well I did, but she’s out doing some photoshoot, she just told me that the front desk would be able to hand me an extra key.
The woman began to look a bit unsure about all this.
JAMES SHARK: Look, I know you gotta be “sure” about something like this before you just hand someone a key, but I’m not just a random guest. I’m with her, honestly, look.
I put my right arm up and leaned onto the desk showing her one of my tattoos on my sleeve. At first she didn’t really know what she was looking at, but then she saw the heart with Brooklyn Carter’s name on it.
JAMES SHARK: If that’s not solid proof then I don’t know what is.
The woman smiled.
RECEPTIONIST: Oh my god, that is so cute! Okay well here you go.
She handed me the spare keys and I took them.
RECEPTIONIST: I don’t even have to give you the room number right?
JAMES SHARK: Nope!
We said our goodbyes, and I began to make my way over to the elevator. I was happy to see that the elevator was empty, and even happier that it didn’t stop on one of the floors on the way up. One thing I hated about being the “popular kid” was that almost everybody wanted to talk to you, almost everybody wanted to be all “buddy-buddy” with you.
It was annoying, I was that type of guy where all the attention was always on me, but damn, sometimes I hated being in the spotlight. It was even worse when you got dudes coming up to you, I bet London liked that part though… Anthony also.
As I looked up I could see that the elevator wasn’t at the floor yet. It was then that I started to think a bit more about Anthony.
I knew Anthony wouldn’t be ready for what I was going to bring to the table. There was just no possible way he could be ready. I began to wonder what London said to him about my training camp.
With London gone from the penthouse and staying with Anthony now, Anthony must’ve asked him a shit load of questions. I wondered if London told him that he almost got knocked out in our sparring match, it would’ve been awesome if he did, because Anthony would’ve asked how?
And London would’ve probably responded with “I don’t know man… all I remember was throwing a super kick”
I would’ve loved to see the look on Anthony’s face if London told him. Knowing how stubborn Anthony is though, I bet even if London told him, Anthony was still going to go out there and throw that kick.
*Ding!*
The elevator doors opened, and I walked out and began to look for Brooklyn’s room. Once I found the door, I put my ears close up to it, looking to hear if I could hear her in there.
How awkward would it be if Anthony and London were in there? I remember Anthony saying that if he ever saw me before the match he would hit me on sight. It was a cute little threat because he could barely hit me in a match, so I didn’t know what made him think he could hit me in a non-match situation.
If Anthony was in here, he could try to hit me, and that’ all he could do… was “try”.
I heard some movement inside the room, but no talking, just some footsteps. I put the key into the hole and slowly turned it. Once it was fully in, I quickly turned the knob and swung the door open.
“AHHHH!”
I heard Brooklyn scream out loud. Everything had happened so fast that I could barely see what happened. Once I opened the door, she ran into the closet and closed it. She was wearing something before going into the closet. Something long and black.
BROOKLYN CARTER: WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?
Why the hell did she go into the closet for? I walked over to the closet and tried to open it, but she was holding it from the inside.
BROOKLYN CARTER: WHO IS THERE!?
JAMES SHARK: Me…
BROOKLYN CARTER:….Shark?
JAMES SHARK: Yea girl…
I was expecting her to come out of the closet now, but there was silence.
JAMES SHARK: What the fuck are you doing?
BROOKLYN CARTER: No, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you catching me off guard like that? You said you were going to send me something not come over! Like what the hell we agreed to some space so that you could focus on your damn match!
Wow… well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting to get, she was really acting really weird, and it was making me suspicious.
JAMES SHARK: Why do you care, you should be happy I'm here. You got something to hide?
BROOKLYN CARTER: No! I’m just…
JAMES SHARK: Come out of there!
BROOKLYN CARTER: Okay hold on… fuck, give me some SPACE for a moment.
I frowned my face and put my hands on my waist. We barely got to see each other, we were both busy people, even before we agreed on "space" we would only see each other like twice a week. We haven't seen each other for like a full week and that wasn't enough "space" for her?
JAMES SHARK: Okay whatever, you don’t want to see me that’s on you. I’m leaving, have fun in that fucking closet Brooklyn.
I couldn’t believe this shit, I didn’t even care about why she was in that closet anymore. I made my way for the door and opened it, but right before I could leave, I heard the closet door open behind me.
BROOKLYN CARTER: Babe…. Don’t go... please.
Without turning around, I responded.
JAMES SHARK: Nah it’s cool, you’re obviously enjoying this space, so you can have some more of it.
BROOKLYN CARTER: But peanut! You scared me that’s all, I’m sorry okay? I'm not enjoying this, I just really want to see you get your hand raised, I couldn't help but think that your loss was my fault. Everyone made it seem that way.. look, just come back over here, I missed you so much.
How could I stay angry at her when she said stuff like that? I turned around and now I was the one who was surprised. Brooklyn Carter stood right in front of the same closet she was in, only now she was butt naked.
JAMES SHARK: Weren’t you wearing something black when you got into the closet?
She hesitated for a moment.
BROOKLYN CARTER: No
JAMES SHARK: But I coulda sworn you were weari-
Before I could even finish the sentence, Brooklyn threw her naked body onto me. After that, it was on like donkey kong.
--
Sometimes you have to be the bad guy... and I think I capture that role perfectly.
In this match however, I’m going to be the hero. I will save everyone from ever having to watch a boring Anthony King match or a boring Anthony King promo ever again. After this match, it’s back to the indy feds for the so called “King"
Because I called myself the hero, I don't want you to call yourself the villain. You're not worthy enough to be the villain just like you're not worthy enough to be my opponent.
I’m so confident in what I’m going to go out there and do. I just cannot express how hard I’ve trained for this and how hard I’ve prepared for this.
Everything has gone according to plan, I’m just very, very confident about this match, very, very confident.
My speed is up, my power is up, my whole game is up. I’d like to see exactly how you try and deal with all of that on Sunday Night.
I hit you once with one of my power shots and it’s goodnight. I hit you once with one of these power shots and that’s just one more title you don’t have anymore.
To be quite honest with all of yall, God help Anthony and May God save the Queen.
I just see him getting destroyed in that ring for not taking me seriously.
Everything he’s said about me is complete bullshit, it’s like he makes things up as he goes a long. It’s almost as if he really hasn’t done any research on me and doesn’t know a whole lot about me.
He’s sleeping on me, I think he’s underestimating me big time. He’s not giving me credit for nothing. “Oh it took you years to win a title in NLWF” “Oh you ain’t a knockout king anymore” “Oh you ain’t really done nothing”
I’m GLAD that all of that is what Anthony King has really been thinking while he was training for me, because it’s hard to push yourself and really motivate yourself to train for somebody who you think doesn’t have it anymore.
He’s telling the media he’s pushing himself as hard as he can, telling the media he’s getting prepared and training like a champion….
That dude ain’t pushing himself, he ain’t training like a champion, he ain’t prepared.
The repetitive talk? It can keep coming. He may laugh and put the #BOOM at the end of his tweets thinking he’s funny as hell, but ain’t nobody can help him once that bell rings.
Five to ten minutes before I even walk out to the ring, and that’s when shit actually gets real. Before my matches, I’m the class clown, I’m the funny guy, the disrespectful trash talker. That’s Sharky
Backstage, before my music even hits, Shark comes out, and Sharky goes home.
This is a sport, but both of us just made things so personal. I don’t know, if I’m going to be able to stop myself from continuing to hit him when he’s already knocked out.
Once I lay my fist on him, whatever his game plan is will go right out the window. Everything he focused on, everything he prepared for, it will all be forgotten once these fists connect.
Every time he looks at me, thinks about me or crosses me, I want him to remember every single punch, kick and slam. I want him to remember the ass whooping I put on him. Every time he thinks about the Undisputed Championship, I want him to not even want to go for it, whether I’m still holding it or not.
Anthony King said a lot of stuff that he just won’t be able to back up. This Sunday, he’ll only be known to be Undisputed Champion for fourteen days. He’s done, he’s finished.
The desire I have for the ass whooping I want to put on him gets stronger and stronger every day. That’s all I can think about, it’s how I’m going to whoop his ass.
Anthony King has never even been in such a heavily hyped match like this before. He has never been under this much pressure in his career, let alone in his life. He doesn’t know what it feels like when he hears his music, he doesn’t know what he’s going to feel like when he walks down that ramp, and he doesn’t know what it feels like when he watches me come out to the ring.
For Anthony to say that I don’t have “it” anymore just over ONE un impressive victory of his, that doesn’t bother me, and I’m glad that he thinks that.
I’m going to teach him to keep REAL KING’s names out of his mouth.
Who is Anthony to say to me “Man Up”? He’ll never be the man that his mother was. He’ll never be the man that I am. I don’t care if he has those championships or not, he’s beneath me, and he’s not on my level.
He’s never fought nobody like me before one on one. He ain’t ever fought nobody with the punching power I got one on one, and he knows that.
Yall are going to see the most aggressive, violent and most dangerous James Shark the world has ever seen. What Anthony King did, was release the Shark out of the tank.
I’ve been in this gym, and I’ve turned things up to a level I never even knew I had. I never trained this hard in my life. I felt like I was training for the actual tournament, because I honestly feel like I can go do multiple matches in one night, just like I did at Ultimate Glory, only MORE.
I’m a fucking warrior, I came from the streets. Everyone knows that with street credit comes Pride. When someone tries to hurt you with words and take away your pride…. You fight.
On Sunday everyone is going to see a side of me nobody has ever seen before. Five seconds into the match, Anthony King is going to shit himself.
What I did to Anthony, was just complete disrespect, and now in the ring, I get to disrespect him even more. Anthony King is going to be carried out in a stretcher.
We’re going to find out, who’s real and who’s fake. We’re going to find out if he is actually the king of this company, and we’re going to find out who’s TRULY the baddest nigga on the planet.
He talks a big game, but when it comes down to it, he looks for a way out. “Stop tweeting me, get a life” , but it’s okay, because I’m going to help him find a way out. I’m going to help him quit.
#InSharkYallTrust #MoneyOnSharky
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