Slugga- The Fight For Life

Sittin’ here snortin’ my last line of coke, thinkin’ about how I just royally fucked up. I lost the biggest fight of my life, and I know I gotta pay for this in the mornin’. I ain’ really give a fuck tho, because what could a muthafucka really do to me? Not a got-damned thing, at least not as far as fightin’ is concerned, but I know I’m gonna have a bounty on my head, because there are some real rich muthafuckas that bet a lot on me, for me to lose. I’m used to losin’ anyway, well not fightin’, I was undefeated, but losin’ at life itself.

I’ve been a fuck up all my life and the ring was all I had. Now, look at me, sittin’ here in desperation, doin’ the one thing I’m not supposed to do, gettin’ high. I’m glarin’ at these champion filled locker room walls, thinkin’ about my past, and my next move. Whatever the move is gonna be, I gotta make it fast before my grimy ass manager Cam comes lookin’ for me, tellin’ me how badly I fucked up, and how much money I’ve lost his cohorts tonight. I know that shit is gonna have to come out of my pockets, but I don’t have a muthafuckin’ thing for his associates, and I just don’t give a fuck anymore, so it’s time to take my bread and run.

While I throw on my leather Balmain and grabbin’ my keys, I think back to when I was six years old and in a fight for my life. I didn’t physically fight anyone, but I was screamin’ and cryin’ as my father Bobby beat the sparks off my mother in my granny’s front yard. He wanted to score some dope and she wouldn’t give him any money, so he started grabbin’ for her purse, as she clutched the bitch tightly. Bobby’s black ass was slingin’ Jamie ass from side to side tryna get that damned purse, while my older brother Will tried to break it up, and I was screamin’ at the top of my lungs.

Once Bobby started snatchin’ my mama’s braids from her hair, punchin’ her in the face, she fell to the ground, and let go of that ugly ass brown purse. He scavenged through it lookin’ for her wallet while my granny was on the phone with 911, and that’s when he gave her one last kick to the face, knockin’ out her cold, took the money, hopped in his red ’75 Nova SS, and hauled ass down our street.

Finally, the ambulance arrived and there was blood everywhere, but Janie refused to give up my dad as her assailant, or go to the hospital, so EMS left, and we were all standin’ there lookin’ stupid as hell tryna function after what had just happened.

“Slugga,” Cam yelled and I snapped out of my daze real quick. “Where the fuck you goin'” he screamed. I whispered “shit” to my myself and got to movin’ fast as fuck. I really don’t wanna see this nigga right now and I had make a move swiftly. I hopped in that same red Nova and peeled out of the parkin’ lot. Immediately my phone starts ringin’ and it’s Cam, I threw that bitch out the window, and kept it fuckin’ movin’! I had no clue as to where I was goin, but I was gettin’ the hell out of Vegas, and quite possibly the country. I’d been prepared for this moment for some time now; I was sick of Cam pimpin’ me out as his boxin’ whore for ten years makin’ money off me beatin’ hoes up, startin’ on the streets, up to becomin’ the welterweight champ, and today losin’ my middleweight bout.

This fight had the most pay-per-view buys for women in boxin’ since Ronda Rousey fought Holly Holms. Cam had requested a million just for me to get in the ring with Santiago, and at least 3% of the PPV buys from what I know. My Gawd, I just rode off and left $3 million in Cam’s hands, hopefully, that would keep his muthafuckin’ ass busy for a while. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about explainin’ to his slimy ass patnas where I’d gone, but Cam can eat a dick and so can they. I never shouldna hit the blow or got sent to pound town of the fuck truck before this fight, but I knew of my boxin’ career, win or lose.

Cam has been a bur up my ass since I met him. After the first fight I witnessed with my parents, he came across the street to see if I was good. He lived diagonally from us and we went to school together. We were in the same grade, and he would walk with my brother and me every day. Cam was the only playmate I had at that time in my life because my two older sisters Shay and Shonte were too busy for me, and I was too awkward to play with the other girls in the neighborhood. For the longest, I didn’t e’em know I was a girl, because I spent my summers topless playin’ with the boys jumpin’ off the roof, sling-shottin’ rocks at squirrels, playin’ Nintendo, ridin’ on bike spokes. and playin’ baseball with Cam.

I relive the nightmares of my life every time shit goes downhill. That’ s nothin’ new for me, but when I started makin’ hella money for knockin’ heauxs out, my past started to fade some, but it was always lingerin’ somewhere, ready to give me a reminder. That’s why I always stayed ready, so I’d never have to get ready. With my bags already in the trunk, I’m ready to disappear like a thief in night, but I gotta make two stops…

Sittin’ here snortin’ my last line of coke, thinkin’ about how I just royally fucked up. I lost the biggest fight of my life, and I know I gotta pay for this in the mornin’. I ain’ really give a fuck tho, because what could a muthafucka really do to me? Not a got-damned thing, at least not as far as fightin’ is concerned, but I know I’m gonna have a bounty on my head, because there are some real rich muthafuckas that bet a lot on me, for me to lose. I’m used to losin’ anyway, well not fightin’, I was undefeated, but losin’ at life itself.

I’ve been a fuck up all my life and the ring was all I had. Now, look at me, sittin’ here in desperation, doin’ the one thing I’m not supposed to do, gettin’ high. I’m glarin’ at these champion filled locker room walls, thinkin’ about my past, and my next move. Whatever the move is gonna be, I gotta make it fast before my grimy ass manager Cam comes lookin’ for me, tellin’ me how badly I fucked up, and how much money I’ve lost his cohorts tonight. I know that shit is gonna have to come out of my pockets, but I don’t have a muthafuckin’ thing for his associates, and I just don’t give a fuck anymore, so it’s time to take my bread and run.

While I throw on my leather Balmain and grabbin’ my keys, I think back to when I was six years old and in a fight for my life. I didn’t physically fight anyone, but I was screamin’ and cryin’ as my father Bobby beat the sparks off my mother in my granny’s front yard. He wanted to score some dope and she wouldn’t give him any money, so he started grabbin’ for her purse, as she clutched the bitch tightly. Bobby’s black ass was slingin’ Jamie ass from side to side tryna get that damned purse, while my older brother Will tried to break it up, and I was screamin’ at the top of my lungs.

Once Bobby started snatchin’ my mama’s braids from her hair, punchin’ her in the face, she fell to the ground, and let go of that ugly ass brown purse. He scavenged through it lookin’ for her wallet while my granny was on the phone with 911, and that’s when he gave her one last kick to the face, knockin’ out her cold, took the money, hopped in his red ’75 Nova SS, and hauled ass down our street.

Finally, the ambulance arrived and there was blood everywhere, but Janie refused to give up my dad as her assailant, or go to the hospital, so EMS left, and we were all standin’ there lookin’ stupid as hell tryna function after what had just happened.

“Slugga,” Cam yelled and I snapped out of my daze real quick. “Where the fuck you goin'” he screamed. I whispered “shit” to my myself and got to movin’ fast as fuck. I really don’t wanna see this nigga right now and I had make a move swiftly. I hopped in that same red Nova and peeled out of the parkin’ lot. Immediately my phone starts ringin’ and it’s Cam, I threw that bitch out the window, and kept it fuckin’ movin’! I had no clue as to where I was goin, but I was gettin’ the hell out of Vegas, and quite possibly the country. I’d been prepared for this moment for some time now; I was sick of Cam pimpin’ me out as his boxin’ whore for ten years makin’ money off me beatin’ hoes up, startin’ on the streets, up to becomin’ the welterweight champ, and today losin’ my middleweight bout.

This fight had the most pay-per-view buys for women in boxin’ since Ronda Rousey fought Holly Holms. Cam had requested a million just for me to get in the ring with Santiago, and at least 3% of the PPV buys from what I know. My Gawd, I just rode off and left $3 million in Cam’s hands, hopefully, that would keep his muthafuckin’ ass busy for a while. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about explainin’ to his slimy ass patnas where I’d gone, but Cam can eat a dick and so can they. I never shouldna hit the blow or got sent to pound town of the fuck truck before this fight, but I knew of my boxin’ career, win or lose.

Cam has been a bur up my ass since I met him. After the first fight I witnessed with my parents, he came across the street to see if I was good. He lived diagonally from us and we went to school together. We were in the same grade, and he would walk with my brother and me every day. Cam was the only playmate I had at that time in my life because my two older sisters Shay and Shonte were too busy for me, and I was too awkward to play with the other girls in the neighborhood. For the longest, I didn’t e’em know I was a girl, because I spent my summers topless playin’ with the boys jumpin’ off the roof, sling-shottin’ rocks at squirrels, playin’ Nintendo, ridin’ on bike spokes. and playin’ baseball with Cam.

I relive the nightmares of my life every time shit goes downhill. That’ s nothin’ new for me, but when I started makin’ hella money for knockin’ heauxs out, my past started to fade some, but it was always lingerin’ somewhere, ready to give me a reminder. That’s why I always stayed ready, so I’d never have to get ready. With my bags already in the trunk, I’m ready to disappear like a thief in night, but I gotta make two stops…