Post by fuggingolliwog on Oct 6, 2015 22:48:12 GMT -5
Petey's Gym, Compton CA. OPP positioned between a set of steel beams squats with a loaded barbell across his shoulders. His eyes are dead while he grimaces under the weight. Unknown behind him, DMC approaches doing the cabbage patch.
DMC - What up blood?
OPP continues his reps without distraction. DMC continues his dance for a moment, but soon gets distracted.
DMC - Yo P, was it Milo w/ the dope molli connect?
In response, OPP steps from the power rack and begins a set of standing presses.
DMC - 'Cause I was thinkin of seein if Geneaveve would want to get down. ... You could call up Kim, we could hit Pico...
OPP only grunts through his workout, lifting the bar high above his head and bringing it back down to shoulder level. DMC hesitates, but begins to feel frustration.
DMC - Yo, P?
OPP - Yo back up, you/re fuckin w/ my concentration.
DMC - What up, what/s w/ the stonewall bullshit?
OPP carelessly tosses the bar to the ground in between the two men, the plates bouncing against the rubber of the gym mat. He doesn/t say anything, but stares a burning hole into his comrade/s face. Then stepping forward, he bends his knees and cleans the bar back up to his chest and begins another set.
DMC - So... do you want to get some molli, or no, cause I/m about to hit the bro up.
OPP - Shouldn/t maybe you want to focus on your match, instead of pollute your body w/ that shit?
DMC - The fuck you mean man, you be thizzin too. Wasn/t but a month ago we bombed at Avalon and you talked that Brazilian hina into showing us her tattoo.
OPP - That was then. We got a solid contract w/ this fed now. I/m not about to fuck around.
OPP sets the bar back into it's slot on the power rack. Going to the shelf nearby, he grabs a set of bulky free weights and begins a series of aerobic punches and blocks. Making a gesture of equivocation, DMC heads for the door.
OPP - If you ain/t fittin to compete, the fuck was that about at the bossman/s?
DMC stops in his tracks.
DMC - Oh that? Well shit, I didn/t tell you, I guess... That first night in B`more, I went on a vision quest w/ the girl Phoebe, you remember? What can I say, I saw myself as a mountain made out of solid gold and it got my dick hard.
OPP - Always foolin, well I/m here to work, so nigga kick rocks.
DMC - And that night, I saw you as a fucken eagle soaring above the mountain and that/s why I said you should be in that Underground X match.
OPP - You said you wanted me to be the first champion.
DMC - And I forsaw the situation that would have me the first challenger.
OPP - hmm... so that/s the way it is.
DMC - Like you said before, numerical placement of bananas. G for life, but only one man gets to hold that belt. So, do you have my back for this bullshit tag match, or what?
OPP - ... G for life.