“Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. You wanna stop being a punching bag, then punch back. The first number is when you’re ready to learn how to throw an accurate punch. The second number is if you ever feel like you need to vent. Can’t have you out here ready to die over shit you can change.” Wiping his tears, he grabbed the bag and stood up.
“Thank you! You may be a menace in the league, but you just saved a life tonight.” He walked off into the night without another word.
That night was three years ago. A year later, I got a call asking was I busy. He wanted to spar, but not with my teammate I linked him with. Said he was tired of being a photo op like he was some kind of career advancement. I don’t know why, but I brought him to my house. I learned some of his story, and I tried to help him, but he said he didn’t want a handout. That’s not why he wanted to be around me. I respected it, so instead, I upgraded his living conditions and became his mentor. That was my lil nigga, and I was glad God sent me there that night. Hearing Blaise’s voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“She mean as hell, but her biscuit head ass fine as fuck.” Snatching my phone from Landon, I pushed him towards the door.
“I told you to watch yo mouth. Get in there before I send yo ass back hungry.”
“I’ll eat the fur off yo rug before I go hungry. Now, order a steak from that one spot you be going to. I’m about to shower.” Dialing the number to STK I called in our order. Once I wasdone, I went back to the video Landon was looking at of Blaise. She was definitely fine as fuck.
5-BLAISE MONROE
“You can’t be mad at me over my opinion. I’m telling you, Mercer won’t last long in this league. He’s a liability.” My co-host Luke was acting as if Devin paid him to defend him. Every time I uttered a word against him, it turned into world war three.
“I’m not mad, I’m just saying you have no stats to back this up, and that’s why I only like to discuss sports with people who have played the game.” Normally, I brushed our convos off like friendly banter, but this time he had taken it too far.
“You mean with women.” He looked at me confused, but I knew exactly what I was saying.
“Excuse me?” He had the nerve to feign innocent.
“You meant, you don’t like to discuss sports with women. If a man was sitting here saying the same things I was saying, you would have no problem with it. Listen, my job is not to stroke your ego, and it’s damn sure not to stay in my place. I’m here to talk sports, stats, talent, and in this case, lack thereof.”
“Whooooaaaa. It is hot in here today. How about, we turn the heat up another notch. It seems we have a caller that wants to chime in. Sally, put them through.” My other co-host Jerry had this sinister smile on his face, so whoever was on this line was not to help me. They were about to gang up on my ass like an initiation into the bloods.
“What up, Fam.” My heart sank in my chest hearing Devin’s voice.
“Well, it seems we have The Mercenary here to defend himself. How do you feel about what’s being said here tonight?” Jerry was instigating, but I was ready for whatever.
“I think, somebody got me fucked up at that news station.” I rolled my eyes because they should have known how he was going to respond.
“Hey, Mercer. We’re on live tv, so try to keep it clean if you can.”
“If you wanted me to keep it clean, then you should have stopped a mufucka from disrespecting me.”
“Devin, the only thing I did was speak facts.” I interrupted him before it went too far. I was trying my best to reel it in.
“Shh, baby girl I’ll get to you in a minute. Right now, I’m speaking to Luke.” We all looked at each other confused as I tried to ignore that my pussy jumped from him calling me baby girl.
“Excuse me?” Luke had been defending him the entire segment, so he was lost as was I.
“You seem to say that a lot. Do someone have that word copyrighted and pay you to use it fifty times in one segment? You’re a misogynistic fuck boy who thinks what he says is law because he said it. Blaise has been presenting facts to back up her claims, yet you keep trying to diminish her point of view because she’s a woman. Baby girl handing you your ass, and that’s the best you could come up with?” I opened my mouth and closed it back. Shocked was an understatement.
“I simply tried telling her she didn’t know sports. Not because she’s a woman, but because she only sees numbers. I was defending you.” Luke almost whispered the last part like he was begging Devin to back off.
“Do I look like the type that needs defending? It’s only one thing Blaise could do with her mouth that would affect me.” The gasps came from everyone in the studio.
“Okay, I think we can wrap this call up now. Mercer, thank you so much for calling in.” Jerry was bright red, and my pussy was thumping so loud I prayed nobody would hear me.
“Aight, bet. Before I go, Blaise.”
“Yes.” That was all I could get to come out of my mouth.
“See you soon.” I imagined him winking at me and licking his lips after he said it and my body was on fire.
“Well, there you have it folks. Real raw sports. We’re going to take a well needed break. Up next after our commercial break we have talks on the new stadium. Will it be in Chicago or Indiana.” When they cut, I removed my mic and ran towards Tyla’s desk. She had the biggest grin on her face.
“Run to my office and get me some wet wipes, I have five minutes, so be quick.”
