DEONTE BRYANT RP
OOC: Josh, I've already explained about the computer problems. So this is the best I could do on a days notice
-The Present/Intro-
Deonte Climbed into the ring, to take on another sparring partner. Everybody had their eyes on Deonte, Deonte had been getting a lot of Hype coming into his debut against Darren Maddox, Simply because he is Trained by Cody Taylor and James Shark, the pressure was on the Young Rookie.
Deonte couldn't believe he had made it this far in life, It only seemed like yesterday he was a young kid being beating up by Gang members who claimed to be his family, Now he was a long way away from those days.
Deonte's mind slowly began top think back to that day, that day he became a full blooded member of the Gang.
-The Past-
Smoke all around the room, thugs all around the room, music blaring throughout the room. Throughout this room, there are thugs smoking joints, thugs sniffing crack, thugs counting paper, thugs drinking and doing all that good shit. Throughout the room there are whores. Whores counting their own paper, whores crying and bitching, whores getting all dressed up for another day. Throughout all this, there is one boy, one kid.
This one kid stands alone in this room, and stands alone in a dark corner. Talking to nobody and making eye contact with nobody. How did this young little boy end up in an environment like this is simple, wrong choices and bad decisions.He didn’t have to run away from his Grandparents, he didn’t have to run away from the police who were only trying to help him. He didn’t have to live on the streets because of the death of his mom. He didn’t have to end up in here, because of fear.
THUG
Yo bitch.
Deonte kept his head down. Not making eye contact, not looking up. The person in front of him was eyeing down on him and had their fists balled up.
THUG:
I said… YO BITCH!
Deonte continued to look down, he was shaking, but he wasn’t going to look up, and he wasn’t going to respond to the word that this guy was calling him. All of a sudden the thug pulled out a Gun, and put it right up at Deonte’s neck. The cold metal of the gun pressed up against his neck, and he still didn’t look up. Finally the gun was removed and now he could hear a bunch of thugs laughing. The thug took his hand and put it on Deonte’s chin and lifted Deonte’s face up so that Deonte looked up at him.
THUG:
Good Nigga. You learnin. You want a roll with us, you ain’t nobodies Bitch.
Deonte wasn’t learning, he wasn’t learning a thing. He would’ve looked up, he would’ve let these guys treat him like his bitch. Why? Because these were men who didn’t give a fuck if they got sent to prison, They ran Philly's gang world. These were men who wouldn’t hesitate to beat up a child. Deonte Bryant learned that the hard way
a week ago when he looked up at the word “bitch”. He didn’t look up today, not now, not ever, because he didn’t want to go through what he went through last week. He still had the bruises on his face and the cut over the bridge of his nose.
THUG:
So yo, I’ve been thinking though. We take you into our home, and you stand here all fucking day and act like it ain’t yours, we give you food, and you refuse to take it as if your some higher class nigga. We give you fucking 9 year old Bitches to fuck, and you don’t even look at them, as if your faggot ass can get better bitches.
He could hear more thugs and whores laughing in the background. He knew all the attention was on him and this one thug, he knew it because this one thug was one of the leaders of this group, of this gang, or whatever the fuck they wanted to call it.
THUG:
I’m thinking that all this time and effort we did, to take you in as family, was just a waste of time, and you know what? Time is money nigga, that’s money you owe us, and if you owe us money, you best believe you in some deep shit.
Deonte was scared. When was he never scared? Although his mom was a crack addict, there were days when she was sober, those were the days she would take her time out to warn Deonte about bad people in the world, warn him about how life can be a cruel place. She would take the time out to be his best friend, to be there for him. When she was busy with her drugs and passed out, Deonte would be alone, but because of his mother he would be alright. He would be left with toys, food and other junk to occupy himself with.
When she died, there was nothing left. When the police officers took Deonte and they brought him into the station and they tried to get in contact with Deonte's Father, But Deonte's father was in Prison for Murder, that’s when Deonte knew he had nobody. He was young but smart enough to know that at that very moment, nobody gave a fuck about him.
But Despite no one giving a fuck about him his grandparents still took him in but when he got there, he just had an attitude problem. He wouldn’t listen and would make yheir life hell until running away and only being captured and brought back home.
So he was basically in a home with people he didn’t like, he acted bad, he acted bad and he disrespected them because he didn’t want to be with them.
He acted hard. Here on the streets? Alone and no place to go? He was a little bitch. A scared little bitch. However when the day came when he finally got away, finally got free, finally got far enough to the point where the police couldn’t find him… that’s when he brought himself to the reality of how scary life was.
The first night out on the streets, he woke up to a random guy who began to remove Deonte’s shoelaces from his shoe. The moment Deonte woke up, the guy kicked him in the face. The nights only got worse. It got harder to find a place to sleep, it got harder to find a good place to steal without getting caught, it just got harder and harder.
When confronted there was nothing he could do. The only choices he really had was to take his ass whooping, and he took his ass whooping.
When this group of thugs approached him, they didn’t do it a nice way, they didn’t come to him and talk or make a conversation. The moment they saw him, they kicked his face in and threw him up against the wall and took everything he had on him. The next week, they found him again, but that’s when they told him, that if he didn’t join them, they would kill him.
Deonte didn’t really know why they wanted him to join them, but he did know a few things about gangs. When he found an electronics store that wouldn’t kick him out because of his dirty clothes and bad stench, he would spend time just standing there watching television. This one time there was a documentary video on, and it just so happened to be about gangs. He learned that these gangs called each other family, and for the most part, treated each other like family, unless one would decide to walk the other way or do something behind their back.
What he also learned is the fact that most gangs would jump you. Up to six to twelve people, even more, just kicking you, punching you, beating the shit out of you for up to five to ten minutes. If you survived you were in, if you didn’t, then you got left there.
Deonte later on came to realize that they wanted him because it was so rare to find a young boy living on the streets. It was so rare because if someone knew that this young boy was homeless, someone with power do something to help that poor kid out. People did know James was homeless, he did his best to hide from the police. He hated it in the streets, but going into another person’s home, and having a “fake” mom and dad would just kill him. He didn’t want a “fake” mother and father. He didn’t even want a father, the word “father” meant nothing to him and he learned that from the man who claimed to be his “father”. He also didn’t want a mother, his mind set was that everyone gets one mom in life. He didn’t believe step moms or anything like that. His mom was dead, he wasn’t going to allow another woman to take care of him and act as if they were his mother.
THUG:
So because you owe us, we can either do two things right now. We can give you the chance to make it up to us, or yo, we could all fuck your ass up right here, right now. It’s all on you home boy.
Deonte nodded his head. He knew he had to answer, all eyes were on him. When he opened his mouth, his voice not only cracked, but squeaked and not only squeaked but he began to stutter.
DEONTE BRYANT:
I wi-wi… I will… make it uhhuuh…up, to.. you
The thug cracked a smile, he turned around to the rest of the people in the house, and the rest of the people were all smiling. The thug handed Deonte a gun, the same gun that the thug used to intimidate Deonte by putting it up against Deonte’s throat. Deonte took the knife, and looked up at the thug, confused and still scared.
THUG:
We a fucking family. There are families all around this city nigga, there are famillies all around this world Nigga!, we ain’t the only one, and to make Matters simple, let’s just say we don’t get along with our next door neighbours.
The other group of men and women began to laugh and how this thug worded it. Deonte didn’t laugh, the gun was shaking in his hand, he didn’t know where this guy was going with this.
THUG:
This block, this whole area… this is our home Nigga. It ain’t just this crib yo, we got all of this.
The thug moved his hands in a circular motion.
THUG:
All of this is fucking ours. All them streets out there, all them cars, all them fucking waste motherfuckers walking out in they suits and suitcases, they’re all fucking ours Nigga! We run it, all fucking day…. BUT on the other side of the highway, there seems to be other motherfuckers who think otherwise. Them motherfuckers are the dudes we got beef with, them motherfuckers are the dudes that needa be put in they place, them motherfuckers are the dudes that think we ain’t for real.
He turned around to face the rest of the people in the room.
THUG:
Oh but they about to find out who’s real, and who’s fake, and they about to find that shit out TONIGHT!
Deonte swallowed hard. He wasn’t expecting the thug to say that. With the Gun still in his hands he had a really bad feeling about what was going to happen tonight. The
thug turned around and winked at Deonte.
THUG:
Since YOU my boy…. Don’t like to mack on the bed wetting Bitches we give you? Maybe you’ll find interest in one of them Sluts from next door… ahah yall know what I mean??
He turned back towards the others, many began to laugh, but other people looked at the thug in complete shock.
OTHER THUG:
Are you for real!? Shit dog, are you sayin what I think you sayin??
The thug chuckled and nodded his head slowly, only for everyone to start talking now in excitement. The thug then motioned for everyone to be quiet. He turned back to Deonte.
THUG:
One of…”them”, used to be….one of “us”.
Deonte couldn’t stop shaking, it was insane. His heart kept beating and the room kept getting hotter and hotter. His stomach began to twist and he began to feel sick the more this guy kept talking.
THUG:
He thought he was a sneaky bitch, he thought that we was doin him dirt, so he moved on to a new family. That family took him in and they done us wrong a few times by crossing over here, coming into our hood, and fucking shit up. So now, that’s when you come in ma little nigga. That’s when you and the big old fucking gun comes in to play.
Deonte shook his head quickly. He didn’t mean to but it just happened. The thug immidietly smacked Deonte in the face hard. A good ole bitch slap right in the face, and although Deonte had the gun, he didn’t fight back.
THUG:
Listen you fucking bitch. You didn’t even hear what your mission was, so shut the fuck up. You have no other option, you fucking owe us, so do your thing and make up for it, or die on the spot.
Deonte didn’t say anything, tears rolling down his eyes. He began to think about his mother. What would she think if she saw another man laying their hands on him? This just made the tears come quicker, he began to sniff and sniff. Everyone in the room began to laugh but the thug wasn’t having it. He eyed Deonte down for a couple minutes and taunted Deonte by looking at his watch, after a few minutes, that’s when Deonte calmed himself down. There was still tears rolling down his cheeks but he was ready to listen to whatever this guy had to say.
THUG:
He has a cousin. She’s about your age, she’s in that family. Her tight lil ass wasn’t recruited like you, but she was born into it, they had to know this was coming. If she’s one of them, she’s one of them. We’re our own. They fucked with the wrong, so we’re gonna do them wrong. You take that gun, you keep it stashed in yo back pocket. I’ll give you the whereabouts on where this bitch is going to be, I’ll give you the details later tonight, and shit’s simple. When the time is right the time is right, you pull out that gun, and you shoot a bitch, you shoot a bitch and you keep shooting the bitch, Send a message, make it nasty.
Deonte looked down. How could he go along with this? He wasn’t a murderer. He was afraid of those types of people. Now he had a gun in his hand and he was just expected to go and kill a young little girl? , for what? , because of somebody else’s issues?, now he was supposed to kill a young little girl? For who? The same guy that has done nothing but slapped him around all week?
THUG:
And if you cross over there, and you get them bad feelings, and you pussy out? You best believe we gonna come after you, and when we do, we’ll bury you with that fucking girl, and we’ll bury you both alive. Some real mafia shit, we do it like that nigga, you best do what you told.
Deonte looked away as the scene began to get blurry.
-The Present-
Deonte's Mind comes back to the present moment in time as Deonte flung punch and kick combos as he sparred with an opponent, His mind was completely focused on his Upcoming fight against Darren Maddox, It was a shame he couldn't say the same for some of the Fighters in Confidence Gym, Cody Hadn't shown up to training in two weeks, Saffron she was more concerned with her Reality TV show and Acting career to care about her in ring career, Shark seemed to just be in a world of his own right now, But that wasn't Deonte's problem, Deonte was taking his Wrestling Career serious, Unlike the rest of them, This was his chance to rewrite The Money Mafia History, he wasn't about to blow it like his other Rookies in the gym, He had The best Trainers in the business on his side, he made sure he had everything he was going to need going into this war against Darren Maddox, With Darren Maddox's reputation on the line, If Deonte lost, it was nothing, he was just a rookie making his debut, But if Maddox lost to a debuting Rookie, what was next for Maddox? But deonte wasn't even thinking about that, he was just thinking about going out there and making it count, This was his time, this was his shot, He was going to make the most of it.
Deonte's Team was in his corner yelling on in support as Deonte Continued to assualt his sparring Partner with perfectly excuted Punch and Kick Combos, Deonte knew this was going to be a tough Match against Darren Maddox, He wasn't taking Darren Lightly, he knew about Darren's history, he knew of his accolades, So he knew he had to be one hundred Percent Focused on winning, He couldn't allow anything else to come into his mind, This was his chance to prove he was the next big thing in this sport, just like his Trainer Cody Taylor done back in Two Thousand and Eleven. Deonte had an evil look in his eyes has he came forward raining down Punch Combos onto his sparring partner. This was the most focused Deonte had ever been in his entire life.
Deonte let out a huge roar as he hit a Huge overhand right, Knocking his sparring partner clean out. Everyone in the gym cheered for him, But Deonte blocked it out as he walked towards the ropes, As He exited through the ropes, Clayton Paris patted him on the back, but he didn't awknowledge it, His mind was One Hundred percent on winning, he didn't care about the praise, he didn't care about his name being in shining lights, or his face being on the cover of magazines, he just wanted to win, that was all he cared about, was winning. As Deonte jumped from the Apron to the floor, His team mate Amelia Carter came up and hugged him, he patted her on the back, before breaking the hug. He continued to make his way towards his Locker room. On his way there he passed a Punching bag and unleased a Ferious kick, with a loud roar that echoed around the gym, everybody in the gym, turned to look at Deonte walking away. Clayton Paris the head trainer of the CGym here in New York, Smiled slightly before looking at Amelia.
CLAYTON PARIS
He's Ready.
Amelia nodded slighly.
AMELIA CARTER
I hope so Clayton, I hope so.
Clayton continued to watch as Deonte walked away. As Deonte walked into his locker room, he unstrapped his gloves and flung them to the floor, before walking over and sitting down on the bench, he reached down unlacing his Jordans, before kicking them off. He let out a small sigh, then reached down pulling off his socks before launching them across the locker room. Deonte cracked his neck from side to side before standing up and pulling his shorts down,followed by his boxers, as they reached his ankles, he slowly stepped out of them and walked towards the shower area. This was the first moment all week this fight wasn't on his mind.
DEONTE BRYANT
Bliss.
Deonte walked under the shower, hitting the button for the hot water. The Water rained down onto Deonte's head and trickled down his body, he let out a small sigh, he had been working hard all week, he was going to be training even harder the next couple of week leading up to this fight,he had to.
Deonte slowly slides down the wall untill he reaches the floor, he sat under the shower just enjoying the hot water bouncing off of his body, he needed it after the hours he had been putting into training. It was only going to get tougher in the next Couple of weeks heading into the big fight against Darren Maddox. But he was mentally prepared for it all.
Deonte slowly closed his eyes.
AMELIA CARTER
What are you doing?
Deonte slowly opened one of his eyes and seen his Team Mate Amelia standing in front of him, he slowly closed his eye again.
DEONTE BRYANT
I'm relaxing, what does it look like.
AMELIA CARTER
It looks like, you can't stand up because you are pushing yourself too damn hard.
Deonte shook his head slightly.
DEONTE BRYANT
I'm resting my muscles, So I can go out and put in another hard Training session, So I make sure I Win at PWP Eight.
AMELIA CARTER
Why are you pushing yourself so hard/
Deonte opened his eyes and looked straight at his Team Mate.
DEONTE BRYANT
Because I'm the only one.
Amelia raised her eyebrow slightly.
AMELIA CARTER
The only one what?
DEONTE BRYANT
The only one taking this shit serious right now.
Amelia Was confused.
AMELIA CARTER
What about Shark? Cody? Saffron? Shey?
Deonte scoffed slightly.
DEONTE BRYANT
Shark Doesn't seem to be fully there, Cody he on some other shit, Saffron She off being some reality TV mother fucker and Shey? Where the fuck Shey's ass been?
Deonte looked to the side before looking back at Amelia.
DEONTE BRYANT
Everybody, talking about Deonte Bryant, they Putting that Pressure on me Amelia. I ain't Shark, I ain't Cody, But the Media putting me in that category with them cause We share a Gym, I got to win, I got to dominate.
Deonte shook his head slightly.
DEONTE BRYANT
What if I Fail huh? These mother fuckers going to jump all over me, calling me nothing but Hype, try run me out the sport, Just like they tried to do to shark back In two Thousand and Nine.
Deonte was speaking straight from the heart and Amelia knew this.
DEONTE BRYANT
Maybe it's meant to be, maybe I'm supposed to fail and disappear from the spotlight.
Deonte Slowly stood up and turned off the Shower, He walked past Amelia and into the main part of the Locker room, He grabbed a near by Towel and Wrapped it around his waist. Amelia soon followed in after him.
AMELIA CARTER
You need to get that Idea, the fuck out of your head, Deonte.
DEONTE BRYANT
I Don't need to do shit, Amelia, Just get the fuck out of here.
Deonte rested his head in his hands, he was just so confused, He was focused yet at the same time he was so full of doubt.
-The Shoot-
"Darren Maddox versus Deonte Bryant, except that Nigga can't shut the fuck up about James Shark. The dude must have got the wrong card sent to him, Ayy Josh Duncan, I think you got to check yo' people, Cause I could have sworn this dude was facing Deonte Bryant, Not The PWP Champion James Shark.
It's whatever though, He's looking past me, He doesn't rate me, he don't think I'm a tough opponent, whatever. Thats on him, See people be like "Ayo Deonte, The Pressure on you now Bruh." But NAH the pressure ain't on me, The Pressure on Darren Maddox, If I Lose, So What, I lost my PRO debut, If Maddox Loses, He just lost to a Rookie, with no Experience, Only Two Months of training Under his belt, that just destroy's the dudes reputation, How is he going to come back from that? theres no way back from that, he's best just retiring after that.
Another thing, thats been bugging me going into the match. People comparing me to James Shark and Cody Taylor, You can't even compare us, I'm not on THEIR LEVEL, James Shark reigning PWP Champion, Cody Taylor, the first THREE SPORT CHAMPION, In history, I'm a nobody compared to these dudes, I'm just starting out.
People always talk about Cody's Rookie Year, Rightfully so, he did huge things in his First year, Won World titles within months, But he had that UFC Background, he was already and accomplished all arounder by the time he got to wrestling.
Then you have James Shark, Shark had quiet a bad rookie year. WHY? Because he never had a wrestling background, So when he faced guys with great wrestling Skills, he didn't do too well. But Now he's one of the best in the sport.
Now I really don't know How My rookie years going to go, But It will be DEONTE BRYANTS rookie Year, It's won't be Cody Taylor's or James Sharks, what I'm trying to say is, I'm My own person, I'll make my own accomplishments, I'll carve my own legacy, Both of them have Helped me A lot, But they can't Fight for me, I have to do that Myself and that's exactly what I plan on doing.
DarreN Maddox, There is no Pressures on my Shoulders, If I Win Great, If I Lose, Who's really going to care? The Pressure is on YOUR Shoulders Maddox, If You Win, So What You will look pathetic bragging about defeating a Rookie, who has never fought before, Who has only trained for two months.... But If You LOSE, then your career is done, It's over, Goodbye Maddox, because WHERE do you go after this? A Rematch with Shark isn't on the table anymore, Who is next for you to face? Nobody, you will be nothing more than a Gate Keeper for debuting Rookies to face."
