Post by LJ Andrews on Jul 10, 2006 15:02:55 GMT -5
My story isn't made for television.
There will be no commercials about people wanting to a 'Be like LJ'.
Chances are endorsements will be far and few between, unless it's from High Times magazine or Smith & Wessen.
So why tell it? Why indulge you people in the background of a convicted inmate. Because without knowing about my past, you won't understand my future. And if you don't understand my future, you will have wasted precious time you could spend praying for EZ Punk.
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One Night
[/i][/center]There will be no commercials about people wanting to a 'Be like LJ'.
Chances are endorsements will be far and few between, unless it's from High Times magazine or Smith & Wessen.
So why tell it? Why indulge you people in the background of a convicted inmate. Because without knowing about my past, you won't understand my future. And if you don't understand my future, you will have wasted precious time you could spend praying for EZ Punk.
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One Night
"You got my fucking money?"
"Yeah, I got it. Shit, what's up with you lately? You uptight like you got somewhere important to be."
"I do. I'm getting the fuck outta here. I'm done with the game. This is my last contract and it's over."
"So you're finally giving up the streets, huh?"
"The streets? Never. I was born and raised on these streets. When you got two cracked out, dead beat parents, you either learn on your own, or you die alone."
"Or you join a gang."
"We gonna get on that tip again? For the last fucking time, yes, I am a Blood. And they haven't tried to kill your ass yet, have they? So you're good. As long as I'm a Blood, your's won't be shed. But if I go, they'll kill both you and me. Now enough talking, where's my money?"
"Where's my gun?"
A black suitcase slides across the floor, stopping just at the feet of the man who just spoke.
"And my money?"
A second black suitcase slides in the opposite direction. Two suitcases, both closed, both discreet. If the trade had been made, neither man seemed willing to pick up their prize.
"Well, I guess we are done then, huh LJ?"
"Yeah, we're done."
As both men turn their back, the man opposite LJ reaches down and picks up the suitcase. To his surprise, it spills open, yet nothing falls out.
"WHAT THE F--"
Bravery has a way of disappearing when the eye of a gun point is staring back at you. LJ has a gun pulled on his trading friend, unflinching.
"Do you think I'm stupid Alex? Do you think I don't know that you tipped off the fuckin' cops about this trade?"
"I...but.."
"It doesn't matter Alex. I know they're waiting. I can see your fucking wire through the shirt. Tell the to get better tape next time so the thing doesn't fall through the buttons of the shirt."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"And add more time onto my sentence? No way. I'm gonna do something better. I'm going to take this suitcase and I'm going to head outside. And since they hear me coming and know I have a gun, I'll get arrested for armed robbery. I'll get put away, but not for too long, and then I'll be done with the game for good."
LJ looks over at Alex, knowing the wire is still on and the feds are still listening. He smiles and then silently mouths, "And when I get out. THEN, I'm going to kill you." Alex wavers a bit as LJ's smile quickly morphs into his trademark stare.
"See Alex, you and I aren't that much different. Except you are a snitch."
"So what if I am, huh? A snitch who's about to get paid."
With a stern smack LJ pistol whips Alex across the bridge of his nose, putting a deep gash just between the eyes. He picks up his briefcase, knowing this will be the last time he sees freedom for a while, and smiles.
"Snitches get stitches, Alex. Remember that."
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Three Years Later
[/i][/center]Three Years Later
If a jail sentence is supposed to break a criminal, the system is completely fucked up. We see inmates laughing and rapping outside of a local New York jail, their one hour of exercise time almost half way over. One man sits on a bench, focused on moving the weight strapped to the bar positioned overhead. He finishes another rep before his spotter racks the bar.
"Not bad young fella. Not bad at all."
"Coulda done more but I have to get ready."
"Today's the big day huh?"
"I've had today circled on my mental calender for three years. Three long years. All the fights. All the riots. All the nights locked up in the darkness, with only a moon to hear my thoughts. It's time to get out of here man."
"I hear ya. What're you gonna do when you get out?"
"I don't know yet, but I know one thing. I'm not going back into Lockdown ever again. Because if I do, I'm gonna hurt everyone in there."
"Good luck my brotha."
"ANDREWS! You're free to go."
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[/i][/center]And there you have it. The story of where I've been. How I got there. There could have been more, but it's purpose would have been lost on you. Instead I showed you the beginning of my end, and the rebirth of my new beginning.
It's funny, I told them I'd never return to Lockdown, and yet, thursday, there I'll be. This time as an original HWF wrestler. See, I'm not part of the OTB breed coming over. Frankly, I don't want to be. Because HWF will become Blood turf in due time. I promised that if I was ever back in Lockdown I was going to hurt everyone in there, and that’ll be considered my warning to the rest of the roster. But for now I am aligned in The Omega Trials with our current world champion and our UN-Limited X title #1 contender. So where does that leave me? Right in between I say. The United States championship.
Deamon and Bard, at Lockdown you fight for the right to wear that title. At Lockdown, I'll use EZ Punk to show you why whoever wins it first, won't hold it for long. Lockdown is new to you guys from the OTB, but it's old hat to LJ Andrews. And EZ, at Lockdown I'm not going to just win a point for my team. I'm going to make a statement.
Thursday I start a new story.
Maybe this time they'll be able to turn it into a movie. But that's purely fantasy.
Regardless of the circumstance, The Real Deal is now in the HWF with bad intentions for you EZ Punk. You can't deny reality, and like I'll tell all my opponents...
You Can't Stop Reality...From being REAL.
[/color][/center]It's funny, I told them I'd never return to Lockdown, and yet, thursday, there I'll be. This time as an original HWF wrestler. See, I'm not part of the OTB breed coming over. Frankly, I don't want to be. Because HWF will become Blood turf in due time. I promised that if I was ever back in Lockdown I was going to hurt everyone in there, and that’ll be considered my warning to the rest of the roster. But for now I am aligned in The Omega Trials with our current world champion and our UN-Limited X title #1 contender. So where does that leave me? Right in between I say. The United States championship.
Deamon and Bard, at Lockdown you fight for the right to wear that title. At Lockdown, I'll use EZ Punk to show you why whoever wins it first, won't hold it for long. Lockdown is new to you guys from the OTB, but it's old hat to LJ Andrews. And EZ, at Lockdown I'm not going to just win a point for my team. I'm going to make a statement.
Thursday I start a new story.
Maybe this time they'll be able to turn it into a movie. But that's purely fantasy.
Regardless of the circumstance, The Real Deal is now in the HWF with bad intentions for you EZ Punk. You can't deny reality, and like I'll tell all my opponents...
You Can't Stop Reality...From being REAL.