Post by Cam Carter on Nov 24, 2013 14:14:38 GMT -5
11/21/2013-11:27pm
Nights like dese my mamma would always tell me dhat I shouldn't be out. I would smile and just give her a hug and a kiss. Walk away knowing dhat she's right but faced with da fact dhat their is only one option fa me. It's been a while since I've heard her tell me dhat. But I always remember. You'll never shake what can't be shaken and dhats why I'm out here still at dhat only option. Making diss dirty money da best way I know how. Tonight I've been dealing wid dese petty buyers. Don't nobody act like day wanna spend. Nights like dese you jus wanna hang it up and be done wid da trap but a nigga gotta make a way somehow. Stepping up ta me as usual doe around diss time is da one and only 'Crack Head Tony'. It's sad when even lil kids be calling you dhat but dhat fooley don't mind. Always dressed in da same clothes. Look at em. Dirty blue jeans and dirty green Fubu shirt. It's been like dhat fa years now. Damn. That's really sad. He already know what da business is and ta walk pass me real quick as I dig in my pocket real fast. Put a bag or two in my hand cuz I know he ain’t spending more dan twenty.
"Hurry up man. I got some other shit ta do." It just had hit me dhat I was suppose to meet up wit da scout dhat got me into da wrestling game. He wanted ta talk about some Pure wrestling. I ain’t been in a ring in a while but I know what it can do fa me and my youngins. Crack Head Tony placing his twenty in my hand like always. Going on bout his way ta smoke da best product he ever gone taste. I thought I would call up Gary instead of going ta see him. I got money ta make.
"Aye Gary what's good wit ya my g? What's diss Pure gig you talking bout?"
"No gig Cam. I got you a deal."
I'm stuck. Flummoxing with not a word to say. I'm thinking bout my children. Cam Jr and Reno. Thinking bout my hood. Thinking bout being able ta be the outlet ta my town once again. Bring dhat hope back. Fuck, a nigga juss thinking.
"Cam you there?"
"Oh my bad Gary. Yeah. Aye, I'm ready doe. When my first match?"
"Monday coming up so you might want to go talk to your parole officer to see if he will let you leave town."
"Man I fogot bout dhat. You know dhat bald head mafucka strict. He ain’t bout nuttin."
"Just let him know first thing in the morning. Hopefully he knows how much this means to you. For now go get some rest. I'll catch up with you later."
I hang up and just look at my phone. I know dhat right now my chances are slim. Pete Farelli ain’t gone let a nigga breathe a little. Always down my throat fa some dumb shit. Fuck, why a change gotta be left up ta diss dude?
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11/22/13-8:46
"What brings you by today Cam? You weren't suppose to come back until next week."
I hate diss. I really do but I know I gotta ask anyway. I take a seat like I normally do. Grab da lil Frank Gore bobble head and pluck it. Da lil head bobbling as I place it back.
“I need a favor man. A big one.”
Pete’s already shaking his head. Turning in his rolling chair as he looks at his laptop.
“What kind of favor. Don’t beat around the bush here.”
“I need you ta let me go ta Seattle airy Monday ta continue my wrestling career. You know da people been asking fa Cam round here. You know I could use da extra money and you know what I wanna do fa diss town. So juss let me do it man. Come on brah.”
I nudge his shoulder wit my hand. Pete still browsing on his laptop. Knowing he heard what I said. I sit back in my chair giving Pete a mean mug but he don’t see me doe.
“You got two months left on parole. Why can’t you just wait until then?”
“I got a match right now brah in Pure Wrestling. I got a chance ta beat Mark Mania who had a lil name fa himself. Dhat’ll be big fa a nigga in his debut match. Not ta mention two other newcomers to Pure. It’s a big deal. Straight up.”
“Who would the other two newcomers be? I’ve heard of Mark Mania before. Our ancestors probably would have too.”
Damn I couldn’t think of both of da names but I knew one. “Violet rose and....and...what’s dhat riddle brah? Um....damn.” then it finally hit me as I started to sing da tunes. “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, his name was my name too.” I smiled, remembering some child hood memories. Pete laughing harder dan a mafucka. Trying to speak through his laughter.
“That can’t be his name. What? Who named him that? A toddler? Are you kidding me?”
“His parents did man. Look you gone let me fight in Pure or not?”
Fat fuck still laughing and shit. Wish I had da foety right now ta stuff his mouth and make diss nigga let me beast on dem Pure boys.
“Come on man. I ain’t got all day.”
I really don’t. It’s money to be made out dere. I gotta make show my youngins straight until I get back if I’m goin ta Seattle. Dhat gwaup calling my name fa real fa real.
“I’ve seen some of Pure Wrestling though. It just shocks me they would sign someone by the name of John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.” he giggles a little more. “But yeah, sure you can go. But you leave early Monday Mornings and you come back Monday nights. As soon as the show is over. And I mean as soon.”
“Fa real man? I can do diss?” my eyes widen. I sit up in my seat.
“Yeah, I know your plans for the town. I like them and would actually like to see them happen. “
“Dhat’s what’s up brah. You made a wise decision. Imma give you dap on dhat one.” I ain’t da one to jump up and down and round and shit. I never get my emotions up to high. Shit can happen at anytime out here in dese streets. Brotha never know. I give Pete some love doe before I leave the office. Glad to be out dhat mafucka. Now I know dhat I got what I want. What’s left from here is to bring straight hell to dem boys out dere. Shit girls too. Let me call Gary doe. Tell’em da good news.
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11/242013-8:30
After the latest promotional for Pure's episode three shows it's followed by another as you sit comfy and keep your eyes locked onto the TV Screen. You're probably not to familiar with what you're seeing. Unless you know, it's on TV, but where the cameras of Pure have found themself is along the streets of St Matthews. A town not to big but known for it's ruthless street activity and continuous streak of crimes. Though the projects that you're getting a glimpse of now is the projects dhats ran by the 'Street Legend' himself, Cam Carter. He walks into view of the camera. Shirt off with his Akoo Jeans sagging a little. Dreads swinging as the cameras zoom onto him.
"Just look round fa a minute and look what it's been like fa nigga since day one."
The streets filled with junkies. Nothing but despair.
"Diss is Cam Carter but all people see is the negativity from it. Day don’t do shit bout it but try to put niggas from out here in da slammers. It's a daily struggle but you don't see dem publicizing bout how hard it is fa us. All day show is da bad stuff. Dhat’s cool cuz a nigga like me gone change all dhat shit?...
See I didn't come ta Pure wrestling ta be like Mark Mania. It's not bout reclaiming my spot at the top of an organization. Fa a old guy like Mark you would think dhat it would be suntin moe dan dhat. It's just like dese same old guys who step back in da ring to only get shrewed out because day ain't like what day use ta be like. Day ain’t dhat dominant force like day once was when day was in day Prime and dhat's the same story Mark Mania is going to bring....
Allot of people prolly already see you as da winner of diss match Mark. Day only going off what day know doe. What day seen from Mark Mania. It's da same reason you prolly beielive dhat you shouldn't even have ta be in an opening match, but dhat's what phony niggas say when day want ta hype demself up fa a major let down. I know how you old school fellas is. You think you can waltz inta a company and instantly become a prized fighter but dhat ain’t really how it is brah. You gotta fight and never underestimate who you stepping into da ring with. You done already did dhat Mark. I didn't look as you as diss past old timer who thinks he's still someone who could be relevant. I think bout you as someone who has payed day dues and earned day respect. You done seen many fights and you done won many times, but you still naive to da game."
Cam begins to walk and the camera follows.
"Round here you meet allot of crazy mafuckas. I think you would know wha crazy is dearly "Crazy Joe." If you don't know my Ma, Dad, and lil brotha was murk in a drive by brah, but you ain't see me goin crazy. All I did was rise and turned myself inta a champion. I was making dese streets bedda for my people. I know, Imma thug, but a nigga got a heart too and I care bout moe dan myself. You don't godda wake up airy morning knowing you godda look ova ya shoulder man. You don't know wha it's like out here. So don't stereotype a nigga like you know me brah. You don't even godda clue. All Mark Mania do is ramble on bout bullshit like he some fucking almighty dude. As long as you been a wrestler why is yo biggest claim to fame is holding APW's Overdrive Title fa da longest reign. Come on brah, you thirty seven and been doin diss shit since da nineties but you ain't neva held a World Title or nothing in dhat nature? But you almighty Mark Mania doe? Brah sit yo ass down somewhere. You ain't goin nowhere. Pure done gave me and you, Violet and John a huge opportunity. We godda chance to qualify for a qualifying match to headline Pure's very first Main Event. Dhat's some huge shit. I don't know bout you Mark but a nigga tryna ta be dere, and I know I'm tryna be dere more dan you, but right now it's bout jus gettin dere and I godda break you ta do dhat...
Trust me. Nobody care bout what you done done Mark. We know you got a lil name, but dhats it. It ain't like you big time. You can cut dhat act fa real brah. You still godda earn respect in Pure. We all do, and Imma make show I get mines befoe you do. You can keep sittin dere and thinking dhat just cuz you know a couple faces dhat you gone take a leap over airybody. It's a clean slate. History is history, wha you gone do now? Are you gone cement yoself as a possible hall of famer or da guy who never could win da big one? It's up ta you, but with yo view on things I see you being dhat second option. Dhat's not going to look good for you when it's all said and done."
Cam comes to a hault and leans up against a gate. Twisting one of his dreads as he looks down at the cement.
"John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. I know it had to be hard fa you comin up. People prolly picking on you and shit jus cuz you name. Some shit you can't help. You do know you can get yo name change? But you rather walk round here and try to avenge it by showing ta da world dhat you ain’t no joke. I don't take you lightly but I don't take you highly eider. Wit a name like dhat I'm show you got allot of anger inside you, but a nigga like me do to. Everyday I'm mad dhat I ain’t doin what needs to be done fa my streets. Everyday. I walk round here and look at peoples faces and you don't see no hope. Niggas look like day ready to die but all day need to know is dhat Cam dhat inspiration. I'm suntin we gone be able to feed off and change da way mafuckas look at us. We almost got da same story John. Just dhat I'm street and my parents ain't ignorant like yours."
Cam shakes his head as he leans up off of the gate. He turns and looks at the camera. Smiling, showing his platinum teeth.
"Round here imma legend. I done put in allot of work. Too much time fa niggas who only gone do you dirty in da end anyway. So you godda be prepared fa airy and anything. Which is why I'm prepared to see you come out dere and want to tear through the competition. It just makes me more ready and prepared ta do what I have ta do. Even if yo whole life has been thought of as a riddle you're still a human being. Airything don't come with a rhythm, but in diss game you godda go by da beat of yo own drum. You can't let nobody hold you down and I know at all cause you ain't tryin ta let that happen. I ain't eider doe and I'm willing ta go extra jus so I can make my mark on da game cuz. It's jus how a youngin godda do it...
It's all bout making moves and makin splashes. I get to do dhat in da opener. Start da show up and give da people who spend day money to see us fight what day want. I live fa nights like doze, but I ain’t neva show if I'm always gone be able ta make it to doze nights. Dhats why airtyime I show up I know I godda give it my all cuz diss could be da last impression people could have of me. I wanna make show it's lastin so when people think of me day think of me as somebody who was a fighter. Dhat's all I am. Me and you, you've been fighting to make greatness of yo name while I been fightin to make things better. In dhat ring we fight fa a chance ta be able to already take a leap ova most of da competition. A nigga ain’t jealous but I wanna be like Aubrey J Parker and have my spot secured fa a shot at da World Heavyweight Championship belt. She already earning her respect. I can do da same thing but I godda get through you. I can't let you stop me. I godda lot of mafuckas depending on me. I got my peeps and dead homies lookin down on me in tears knowing dhat Cam bout to make dhat change. It's been too long coming. Niggas been tryna hold me back and I ain’t let dhat shit happen. Only thing can stop me is getting ducked back off in da pen. Dhat’s da only thing brah."
He sticks his hand out as he straddles them along the gate before coming to another halt. Looking at what was once a park in his projects that he built for the kids as he lets out a sigh.
"Violet Rose you remind me of dis. It's a mystery. I like mystery butt da same time I don't. Me, you and John are a mystery. That's a good thing fa us, but whose da biggest threat? I'm pretty show dhat's me. I have no doubt dhat I can't come into Pure and give da people something to get on day feet for, but at da same time be able ta have my own vibe and have people relate ta me in another way...
Diss will be da first time we cross paths and I know just like airybody else in da match you confident enough in yo ability to be da winner. Dhat's only going ta make diss match much much more entertaining for airybody dhat's watching. Make it much much more harder fa me and dhat's what I like. I don't like nuttin to come easy but da money. I like knowing dhat I beat someone when dey gave it day all cuz day fight fa suntin day represent. It makes a nigga bedda at knowing what he gone have ta do ta come better each and airy week...
I just got signal dhat I'm running out of time but juss know dhat I know you a threat Violet. I know you gone be great competition. Let's step in dhat ring and start Pure episode three off with a banga cuz. Let's do diss shit."
The cameras begin to fade out on Cam as he continues his walk. The Pure logo showing before a list of names scrolling followed by R.I.P.
