Hello there. I got a new story for you suckas. lol Enjoy
_Fame_
"All that glitters in this world is not gold...there is a reason humans shouldn't be idolized..."
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Chapter One- Being Famous
Huey's POV
Humph…fame. Am I famous? I don't know. I am well known, that's for sure, but I don't know who to blame for that, me, my brother, or my ex-wife. I can't cut myself off from blood…but I should've seen it coming with Jazmine…oh, excuse me, 'HollyWould.' She's the biggest selling pop-garbage whore out right now, and I can't stand her. Every time someone wants to do an interview with me, they always tell me she said some new slick shit about me. I can care less, I know the truth, but I'm not going to go out and make a fool out of myself, she can do that all by herself. I'm 25 now; I'm too damn old for that shit. I was 22 when I married her and divorced her merely a year later. People thought the marriage was a publicity stunt, it wasn't…but…what can I say? I'm not the type to forgive a cheater. She slept with some major producer to help her get where she is now, I don't give a fuck about that dude's name.
She's been telling people my business ever since. How when I was younger I was considered a domestic terrorist, my granddad smoking weed and she walked in on him naked. Bitch gonna say, 'It scared me to this very day…I know Huey had no control of it, but he never takes initiative over anything. He enabled his grandfathers' behavior, just like he enabled our divorce. He didn't care about the outcome.' Making it sound like she was the one who kicked me to the curb. The nerve of her...I could've laughed at that had it not made me so mad.
What type of shit? Riley said I should've busted her ass out, but I'm better than her. Of course I was pissed beyond words, but I realized that had I publicly reacted badly…I could never live it down…so…let that dumb bitch talk, she on some other shit right now. For two years she bitched about the divorce publicly, and it came to the point where I HAD to say something. I only said it once, because I am not the type to dwell on shit.
'I am sorry to hear that Ms. HollyWould feels the way she do, let me count the amount of fucks I give.'
And that was it, after that, I didn't say anymore else about it, I went about my business. So, pop star sluts aside…what is it that I'm well known for you ask? I'm one of the elite 5 MMA fighters in America right now. I won 10 championships and trust me; the number will keep going up. During my teen years, I would spend my time going to the local karate shop on Silver Springs. It was a small center, but I along with other boys, used it as our sacred place. My sensei, Tenchi Sazaki would train me more strenuously than the others. He saw my drive, my skill, a determination and how seriously I took his classes. He even upgraded me to weapon training at his house, and on my 19th birthday, gave me a real katana as a reward. He paid for it with his own money, and to this day it's because of him I'm where I'm at. After getting my bachelor's in business, Sazaki appointed me to run his dojo. With him, I helped trained the youths in Maryland and also looked after the business end. One day, as I was going over his profit margins for the month, he came in with some guy in a suit.
"Huey, this is Michael Boroughs; he is the head executive of the MMA board. He was scouting the area for some profitable fighters…I told him about you."
"Mr. Sazaki has trained good fighters in the past…his word is credible in the organization, I saw a tape of one your matches. You are indeed impressive. I would like to sign you."
I decided to take up on his offer and and he gave me an 80 million contract. I made headlines for that, the MMA was putting so much money into a new comer they knew nothing about, what was so special about me? Needless to say, after my first televised fight, they saw I was well worth every penny. Good thing I divorced that bitch after I got that deal. There is one thing I can laugh at, when she gotten word I was rich too now…she just got on that gay ass Twitter and said:
'Humph…I make what he makes in a day. So what?#nobigdeal'
Hahaha, she was mad she couldn't dig her fake nails into my pockets. So, since age 23 I've been kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening. I've also been single for that long too. I was named the hottest black bachelor and whatnot, but I could care less. I'm just doing what I love to do: legally beating the shit out of people and getting paid for it. I've also given back to my roots. I expanded Sazaki's dojo, opening up 3 more of them across Maryland. He was so happy, he cried. He eventually told me just why he invested himself into me.
"Huey…when you walked into my small dojo at age 14…I just knew you'd be more than I could ever imagine in a student. You weren't like everyone else, you strived for perfection, not only in the moves, but mentally and spiritually you absorbed my teachings. You reminded me of my late son Sauske." Sauske was his only son, hit by a drunk driver as he was crossing the street to go home. He too was training with me so many years ago…he would've been 20 today had he lived.
"Both of you made me so proud…thank you for everything Huey."
"Of course Sazaki, you are the reason I'm this successful."
"Please Huey. It's Tenchi. I've known you for too long to be called by my last name." He smiled at me. I returned the smile.
"Okay, Tenchi." Though aged, he continued to train his students, as well did I, well whenever I was in Maryland.
With all that, I guess you're wondering about my family and friends? Yeah well…both Riley and Caesar are big time rappers. Riley? Oh my word. People ask me about him more than they do Jazmine now. He's so wild; I have to tell him to calm his ass down. Last year, dude was caught on tape screwing one of his groupie's in the middle of the clubs' dance floor! I was hearing about that EVERYDAY until that nigga had to do damage control on himself. He appeared on countless radio shows either drunk off his ass or high off of it…sometimes both. I love and support him regardless. Anytime he's doing a concert or performing at the Grammy's Granddad and I are there, same for Cease. We all we got right now, and I'm fine with that.
People often ask me what it like is to be famous. I personally don't see the big deal about it. I want my life outside the ring to be private, and yet people gossip on my shit like they have some right to look into my world. I don't get that out my male fans, thankfully. They respect my skill and overall attitude. They like I'm not so big headed like some of the fighters. The respect I keep my profile low and tend to my business.
What is it like to have fame to your name? Well…you know what? I guess that depends on the person. Being famous isn't all what it's cracked up to be. Not everyone can handle the limelight, and I warn every young MMA fighter that dreams of being rich and famous with the same warning:
Be careful what you wish for. Trust me; all that glitters in this world of fame is not gold. Be not deceived. We are not to be worshiped.
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Sirayah's POV
"Wow! Look at Huey go! He is so HAWT!" My cousin Nicole squealed at TV. I rolled my eyes as I was doing my friend Alice's hair.
"You're not even in to MMA. I bet you're not even paying attention to the fight." I pointed out. Nicole just turned to me.
"So? Your point? Ohh, look at them abs! All sweaty and glistening! And look at them pretty ass eyes! He looks like a delicious caramel pie. Oh, I swear him, his brother, AND EmCea can run a train on me! Huey looks like he knows how to fuck a bitch!"
I raised my eyebrow at her and shook my head; Alice just snorted and remained quiet. Nicole continued to scream and yell at the TV. I had a long day today, but I had a lot of fun! I'm an inspiring contemporary music teacher, and today I was with mom teaching her class. I owe my prowess to my mother. Since I was eight, music has been in my blood. She taught me piano, guitar, and violin. She was knee deep in music knowledge and didn't bind herself to one genre. She has been teaching music since she was 27 years old. For 19 years she has been teaching student's music at J Hoover High in Woodcrest Maryland.
Now at age 23, I'm getting closer to walk in her footsteps. Her students love me just as much as they love her. They put actual heart and effort into their music, and appreciate us for believing and pushing them to be as creative as they are becoming. We would spend hours in the band room, learning music, going over pieces we already know, and flat out play. We would leave as late as 7oclock! No set of kids would just sit there and play for that long if their hearts weren't in it. They would play at local events and concerts and it warmed my heart to see how proud and happy they were of themselves after each performance. As an aspiring teacher, that was what I wanted for them. To stay out the streets, and in their music, I even managed to pull 3 gang members out of their dangerous lifestyle and made music be their outlet. I wanted to share my love of music to these youths, and I am going to make it happen!
"YES HUEY WON!" Nicole yelled. She slapped her knees, watching the conclusion and play by play of the match.
"That nigga know he fine as fuck. HollyWould is a silly ole bitch. I would have kept him. Oh! Speaking of that silly ho, I heard she dating Ciroc." He was one of the many rappers. I don't even know who 'Ciroc' is.
"I don't care." I muttered as I curled Alice's hair. Alice can't stand Nicole, that's why she wasn't talking. I wish she would though…I need another conscious mind in this conversation. It amazes me how people are so deep into other folks business; you have to wonder do they have any of their own.
"Ciroc is a punk. That's why nigga Esco dissed his stupid ass. He tried to fight Es, bitch got tossed." I do know Esco. That's Riley Freeman, Huey's brother. He was a wild thing, oh my word. He made heads roll with that sex in the club video that someone took of him last year. I have to admit, some of his songs I like and is in heavy rotation in my mp3 player, same for EmCea, he is so deep.
"Ahh." I said, uninterested.
"Oh man… I wish I was rich and famous." Nicole sighed. "To be hated on by jealous bitches, parties every day…having every nigga at my disposal. Don't that sounds like the life to you cuz?"
"Nah, sounds too typical for me." She sucked her teeth.
"Ah yeah, you wanna be a square, a nobody."
"I don't believe teaching kids is being a nobody. I don't have to have total strangers to know my name, giving me the false sense of validation. I love to teach, and that's what I'm comfortable doing." Alice gave her a snide look before glancing back down at her cell phone. Nicole just rolled her eyes.
"Whateva." She flipped through the channels.
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Riley's POV
AHHH SHIT! I just dropped this fire ass verse for my new collabo. I was in the studio with Miss Dutch and Nina Star. I can't wait to do the video of this banger. After I was done with my verse, Nina went in, and I got horny as hell after her verse, she was throwing them bars:
'You know lil mama aint with that quick shit
You betta break me off
A stiff tongue a, a stiff dick
One minute, two minutes, three minuets
To please me you gotta sleep in it
I heard you talk a good game, can you play hard?
But if I put this thang on ya can ya stay hard?
If not you betta keep ya day job, cause I'm lookin for a man to make me say
GOD!'
I licked my lips as she finished her rap. I had my eye on that ass all night. I'ma show her what I got and then some, shit. Don Yayo, our producer, nodded.
"This shit is too live…damn Nina, you killed it." She rolled her eyes at him as she walked towards the couch, ass just shaking.
"Whateva, aye Es, you got some endo on you?"
"Bitch what makes you think you can have some?" I smirked at her.
"Nigga quit playin, damn. Always wanna bitch to beg." She laughed. Yayo was hard at work mixing our song down, so he wasn't really paying attention to our chatter.
"Yeah, I got the shit. But it's at my crib. You down to come ova?" She stood up.
"Let's go then nigga."
"Aight you two, we're going to shoot the video tomorrow. Don't be late." Miss Dutch called after us. Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever, I'll be there. I smiled when I saw my baby. My dolphin blue Lamborghini. I even had the rims painted to match the color of my car. I was living the American Dream. The world is mine. I can have whoever and whatever I want. I have to admit…after that "scandal" at the club…I had calmed down a little bit. I'on care what anybody say about me, I'm loving the life I chose for myself. I ain't shy about shit. Yeah I fucked someone in public…and? Like nobody has ever done that before. Besides, I'm young; I ain't got no kids, and no STD's. Yes, as many sexual escapades I have, you know I keep myself strapped. I'm young, not dumb. I don't love these ho's, I get what I want, and I'm out the door. Nina and I both know I'm not bringing her to the house just to smoke, we gon' fuck, and that's exactly what happened. She was a wild one too…whoo! After my booty call, I went to go pay my favorite nigga a visit.
"HUEY! Sup nigga! Saw yo ass spring on another bitch ass nigga tonight!" Heh, that was what actually made me late at the recording session. I had to watch his fight. There wasn't a single fight I didn't watch, and if I just couldn't watch It live, I recorded it. Niggas hating on my brother, they just mad cause he the black Bruce Lee up in this bitch, can't no one touch him! Okay…I need to stop dick riding him…even if I'm not verbally doing it…it's still pole jocking.
"Hey Riley." He let me into his house. Caesar was there.
"Yo! Cease! What's good?" We gave each other dap and I sat at the table.
"Ay yo, where Cindy at?" I asked.
"She's at home. She tired. She just came back from London 's Victoria Secret show."
That girl went and became a model, I swear, none of us saw that shit coming. She was just as tall as us, so I guess it was…not impossible. She was picked up off the streets by a modeling agent who loved her look, despite her baggy clothes. Overtime, she became a full blown model. Heh, Cindy went from 'Fearsome McPhearson' to 'Blonde Bombshell'. It's so weird to see her wear lipstick and high heels. I keep seeing my down ass nigga who was slapping bitches over chocolate and shit. She's the only female I respect. She was still the same crazy ass around us, which I like. The down part is that she is still friends with Jazmine. Ugh. THAT ho has missed being strangled by Huey so many times…shit I'd join him. I almost dissed her ass for coming at my brother with her bullshit. Ugh, I don't even want to waste any more time on her.
"So Esco, what you been up to? We haven't made a song together in while…wanna collab on a track of my new CD?"
"Yeah nigga. I just left from doing a collabo with Dutch and Nina Star. The video shoot is tomorrow. I got to head into the studio for my own shit too. Huey, tell us about your latest victim."
Huey passed both of us some Heinken as he took a sip of his.
"Kewan was a tough opponent though…my side is bruised as hell." Huey winced at the ice pack wrapped on his side.
"Fuck Kewan Jones. He was bitch; he said he'd beat you with one arm behind his back."
"Yeah…but the hits he did make were hard blows. I'll give him a D- for effort."
"Aren't you modest Huey?" I laughed.
"Who you going up against next?" Caesar asked.
"Joaquin Gabran." Both Caesar and I laughed.
"Why they keep letting all these loud mouth punks fight you? They should let James Jackson try, he looks less slaw than everyone else, they keep giving you these lames." I shook my head.
"Yeah…and that fight's gonna be in Baltimore."
"Cool, we don't have to fly granddad out anywhere."
"I haven't seen Woodcrest in so long...I wonder how it is now?"
I scoffed. Don't know and don't give a fuck. I personally hate it when Huey has fights in Maryland. I left that garbage ass state as soon as I hit it big. Man…fuck Woodcrest. There's nothing there that's worth anything.
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Alice's POV
I sighed as I sat on Sirayah's couch. It was sunset…I'd have to go home soon. Nicole left shortly after Huey's fight; much to my relief…I couldn't take her trashy self any longer.
"Hey Alice…now that we're alone…I have to ask…you okay?"
"…Yeah."
"…Have you told your mom about Lamilton?"
I jumped at the very mention of his name. Ugh! No!
"Sirayah…please…don't worry. I'll be fine." I've known Yaya since middle school; she's like an older sister to me and she's the only one knows…my secret. I am in an abusive relationship with Lamilton Taeshawn. He forced me to be with him since I met him. He threatened to kill my mom if I didn't date him, and showed me the gun to let me know he wasn't joking around. Sometimes I'd wonder why I was picked out the hundreds of those other girls. He was sick! Michael Myers and Jason Vorhees are his idols…he loves to hurt people and kills other people's pets. He always says that it's fun to do bad things.
"Alice, if you call the police, he can't hurt your mom or you."
"He'll post bail and-" my cell phone rang.
"…I…I have to go."
"Alice!" I ran out the door.
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Sirayah's POV
I sighed in frustration as I ran outside; she was nowhere to be found. I was going to help her before that lunatic kills her. He already had broken her arm last month, and made her lie and say she fell on it wrong. Lamilton was known as the sickest fat fuck around Woodcrest, and yet officials let him roam the streets. I stood at my doorway, worried.
"What will I do?" I asked myself aloud. Who needs fame when your life as a commoner is this problematic?
Looks like a solid start to me. Well... R&R please!