This morning, I woke up not knowing what the fuck I was doing today besides trying to get some bread. I ended up having to beat a nigga’s head in for a fee, so a win was a win.
The ref walked to my opponent.
The gym owner walked over to me.
“You’ve got a mean ass arm on you, Rayzor.”
“’Preciate it.”
“It reminds me of one of my idols.” He pointed to the picture. “The Giant.”
That lump formed in my throat as his voice faded as my thoughts went left thinking about Pops. He wouldn’t be proud of the shit I was doing, but at least I’d still have him around. Man, this was the wrong fucking place to be with my head all fucked up.
“Rayzor.” He snapped his finger.
“Yeah?” I shook my head, blinking away the thoughts.
“Did you hear me?”
“Nah.” He handed me the cash. “What you say?” I asked, slipping it into my hoodie.
“I asked are you by related to Giant?”
“You could say that,” I responded.
“Jeff, see. I told you he looks just like Giant. Didn’t I tell you?” he said, walking away.
I lowly chuckled, grabbing my bag from the ground. A woman in a dark suit approached me with a smile. I’ve never seen her before. Then again, I hadn’t seen any of these mothafuckas either.
“You’re one hell of a fighter,” she complimented.
I slung my bag over my shoulder. “’Preciate it.”
She stuck her hand out. “Celine.”
I shook it. “Rayzor.”
“Why the y?”
“I ain’t like the rest,” I respond, head up, chest out.
She nodded with a smirk. “Sharp name,” she replied, sliding a card in my hand. “For a sharp fighter.”
I glanced down at the card. “What’s this?”
She shrugged. “An opportunity if you seize it.” She paused. “There are some interested parties who want to meet you.”
I pushed the card back. “Nah. A one-time thing.”
She smirked. “I see it in your future.”
She turned away, done with the conversation.
“You can use it or not,” she said without looking back. “Either way, I’ll be seeing you again.”
She blended into the crowd, disappearing. I glanced down at the card wondering what the fuck she wanted with me. I tucked it in the bag and headed for the exit.
On the outside, the wind kicked up as it dried the sweat underneath my hoodie. I kept my hand tucked in case I had to lay a nigga down. I wasn’t worried, but you gotta be careful.
