Chapter VI Remix "New God Flow REMASTERED Straight N**** Shit"
In a sharp blur, Treecko vanished and reappeared on the opposite side of the room, clinging to the wall again.
"Time," Corin nodded, as Treecko leapt off the wall and landed in front of him.
(We'll be the strongest. We have to be.) Corin thought as the last battle replayed in his head. Larrell's Squirtle had been the MVP of that battle. The others had been role players. That would change. Corin thought.
Grass pokemon were rarely given the respect they deserved despite their power. While electric, fire, water, psychic and dragon types were popular for their offensive arsenals, grass, poison, bug, dark and many others were afterthoughts. Corin was determined to change that.
Suddenly, the door opened. Inside stepped a petite woman with long brown and eyes, tan skin and ruby-red lipstick wearing a thigh-length red skirt.
Corin's heart stopped for a moment as Nikki Bella entered the room flanked by Furio Pagnotti. "Mr. Hemphill," Pagnotti smiled, "this is Nikki Bella, the endorser and model for a inaugural campaign."
Caught off guard but confident enough, Corin took her hand and softly shook it.
"I was just in the area and thought I'd say hello. Sorry to interrupt your workout." She smiled as a Butterfree glided onto her shoulder.
"You're a pokemon trainer?"
"Of course," Nikki said proudly, "I started this trend among the divas."
Treecko leapt onto Corin's shoulder, eyes and tongue aimed at the Butterfree.
"So cute," Nikki giggled, petting Treecko, "Well, I'm wrestling a house show tomorrow . I heard you guys were WWE fans so," retrieving tickets from her purse.
"Yes," regaining his voice and accepting the tickets, "I'm sure the guys and I will see you there," his phone chirped to life. Staring at the message it read, PARTY TONIGHT.
"Nikki," Corin already expected a no because of her hectic schedule. "My partners and I are throwing a party tonight. Would you like to join us?" Hoping he sounded as professional as he thought he did.
"No, I can't. At least," She hesitated, gnawing on her fingernail, "not by myself."
"Its fine," Corin nodded, "Tell your friends. The more the merrier."
Nikki pondered for a moment before answering, "Okay," taking the map coordinates from Corin, "See you there," she smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek and strutting out of the room with the Butterfree behind her.
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Swimming pool.
Motorcycles.
Crates of booze and drugs.
A DJ.
Playstation.
"Halloween Havoc Going-Away Costume Party"
The money they'd spent to rent out a foreclosed home was already worth it.
The mere rumor of WWE Divas showing up brought the best in all four men.
"You know what this is guys," Larrell shook his head, overlooking the sixty plus people that had already arrived and taken over the house. Part of Larrell felt ashamed, the other pieces of him felt ecstatic. He wore black jeans and a navy-blue polo shirt
"What?" Prince yawned. He wore long and baggy dark-blue jeans, a black silk dress shirt.
"This," Larrell scoffed, watching as the party escalated. People were dancing in the backyard, alcohol splashed as a group began a game of beer pong, some were either making out on the couches or off on their way to a more secluded location to incite a deeper connection, the few lone wolfs were in the corner scrolling and chatting away on their smartphones, "is some straight-up nigga shit."
Trey chuckled, exiting the room behind them while he fastened the belt of his pants. "What are you talking about?" Corin asked.
"What's the first thing a group of black people do when they get money? Spent thousands of dollars throwing a house party, renting expensive motorcycles, conning their friends into buying and bringing drugs, an underage girl or two are probably down there…," Larrell sighed, "This is some nigga shit, for real. If the cops show up we're screwed. We did every possible thing we could do end up back in the trap. This isn't even a low-key party since Trey posted it all over craigslist and facebook and even wrote unlimited alcohol. I swear-" He sighed.
The four all nodded in agreement. The average stereotypical black man was perceived to do all the things they were currently doing.
"The first thing we did." Prince spoke, sipping a bottle of water, "was build a company that gave thousands of people jobs. Now we're celebrating our success. What's wrong with that?"
The group all thought for a moment.
"I guess," Larrell sighed, watching as a small group of young black men attempted to chug a bottle of Hennessey. Shaking his head, Larrell muttered, "…some nigga shit…"
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The party sounded like it was already heating up, yet, Tre, Prince and Corin had all retreated to the attic.
Prince was surprisingly sipping water.
Tre exhausted after physical courtship with a random lady.
Corin was preserving himself. When would Nikki finally show up? Would she show up at all? He wondered.
Then, the attic door opened. Inside a tall and large man wearing a green ranger costume, "All them fine women out there and you guys are still in here," removing the helmet. A familiar face to the group stood before them. He was elderly, likely in his early forties with fading gray black hair and a thin neatly trimmed goatee. He withdrew a pair of half-moon spectacles from his pocket and placed them over his eyes. "This right here is truly some…buuuuuuuuuulllllllllshiiiiit!"
"Hey, Unc," Prince smiled, his maple-brown eyes glowing with delight at the sight of his old friend and mentor, Mr. Griffin.
Corin asked, "Are you a trainer now, too?"
"Nah," Mr. Griffin shook his head, "I'm not as young as you guys. Just here showing support and," his eyes lighting up, "trying to wet my beak a little."
"With who?" Trey asked.
"Well, since Krystal Marshall left my eyes have always been on Naomi." Mr. Griffin admitted. "What are you guys doing up here?"
"Opening up options for guys like you," Prince smirked.
"I guess so," Mr. Griffin nodded, "Larrell's the only one I've seen down there and well, I'm not saying she's a gold-digger but Nikki Bella is all over that man."
Corin's neck almost snapped, "She's here?"
Mr. Griffin nodded, "She's been here almost twenty minutes or so. Her costume didn't really help. She can't hide dem thangs."
Trey and Prince chuckled as Corin bolted out of the door.
Mr. Griffin turned to the remaining two, "What about you two? What kind of girl sparks your interest?"
"Nattie!" Trey drooled, salivating and foaming at the mouth just thinking about her.
Mr. Griffin flinched, staring at Trey before turning to Prince, "Is he okay?" Mr. Griffin whispered.
"I think so," Prince responded, "He sometimes does that."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight," Mr. Griffin replied Dr. Evil-esque. He then turned to Prince, "How about you?"
Prince shrugged, clutching the empty bottle of bottle and staring at it. "I honestly don't know, to be honest. I try not to think about it."
"Well," Mr. Griffin relaxed in a nearby chair, "I understand you're young but what's wrong with finding love."
Prince shook his head, "…Nah…love's a bitch. I'd much rather just have a good time."
"One day," Mr. Griffin smiled, "And I know you're gonna ignore this but I hope at some point you actually listen to it, you're gonna wake up alone…and you're going to understand that the only thing important in this world are the people in it. You're successful now…but what's the point of having it all with nobody to share that with."
Prince shrugged, sitting the bottle of water down. He needed a glass or two, maybe even a bottle.
"Have you talked to your brother?" Mr. Griffin asked.
"Yeah, he's trying to get his license now." Prince explained, "Wants to eventually become a trainer."
Mr. Griffin nodded, "Tonight feels special. You never know…you just might meet that special lady tonight."
Prince smiled, "Maybe…but what are the odds of that happening. I've got a better chance at hitting the lottery."
"Look at your life, Prince," Mr. Griffin gestured to the rented out home, the music, the women, the party, "You've already hit the lottery. Isn't this a costume party, where's your costume? Who are you?"
Prince glanced around the attic, in the far corner he found something. Something that was probably left behind by the previous owner. (Perfect.) After brushing the dust off it, Prince pulled on the dark mask.
Prince nodded, "I'm Batman. See ya round, Unc," heading out of the attic for a drink.
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Mr. Griffin had been right. Costume or not, Nikki could not hide her surgically-enhanced breasts. She was dressed as Deadpool sitting on Larrell's lap. Larrell donned a Spiderman mask. Jealousy and spite boiled inside Corin. Perhaps she didn't realize it was Larrell and not him.
Sitting beside the two other people one dressed in a Wolverine costume with blond highlights in their dark dreadlocks peaking from beneath the mask. The other wore was petite with mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length raven black hair with highlights and almond-brown eyes dressed as Princess Jasmine, golden manacles and bangles and teal garments.
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Through the filtered cloth, Nikki admired the atmosphere of the party. It felt great to finally have a haven to let her hair down and relax. The mask and costume made it certain that she wouldn't be a social media story the next morning. A few other divas had joined her for the night's festivities but unlike her some didn't mind hiding their faces from view.
Dressed as Felicia from Darkstalkers, Becky Lynch downed a shot of pure tequila before stomping onto the backyards makeshift dancefloor.
As a lone-man wearing a skeleton mask approached 'Corin', Nikki turned to the stranger, her arm still around 'Corin'
"Hey, dude," the man extended his hand.
'Corin' nodded, politely shaking his hand.
"Good party, bruh, I'ma rap right quick for yall."
Nikki turned to 'Corin', both shrugged, "Cool."
"Okay, okay," nodding and gathering rhythm as In Da Club began to play, "Go, go, go, go, go, Happy birthday, happy birthday, you can suck my dick if you thirsty-"
"What the fuck?" The man sitting beside 'Corin' gawked from behind his Wolverine mask, "Man, you better get out of here with that shit."
The skeleton shrugged, "What, you guys don't like it?!" He shouted over the music before walking away.
Nikki examined the situation. The guy was a lone-wolf, likely alone and not having as great a time as planned so he was in sabotage mode.
The nearby girl dressed as Princess Jasmine placed a hand on 'Corin', "He's just hating, let it go."
'Corin' turned to the nearby woman. An internal battle raging.
Nikki nodded, "Yeah, just let it go," she suggested, "That good advice from you…err,"
"Liz," The girl smiled a sting of spite and envy in her eyes as Nikki comfortably sat in Larrell's lap.
'Corin' turned to Nikki, "You want something to drink?"
Nikki thought for a moment. "A can of beer."
'Corin' nodded slid from under Nikki and headed to the kitchen.
Nikki gripped the throat of her mask and lifted it, revealing her lips, ready for a drink.
"So you really like him, don't you?" Nikki asked Liz, admiring the warm beauty of the spiteful young woman.
"It's not really like that, at all," Liz replied, "We go way back and I don't want him to just fall for the first thing that comes to him and end up losing all of his money."
Nikki giggled, "Well, you can relax. You don't have to worry about me. I have a boyfriend."
"Where is he?" Liz asked, glancing around the party.
"Working."
"Then why are you here?"
"I wanted some fresh air. Traveling, working out, dieting, fans, all those things. I, well, we," gesturing to the other divas at the party, "all sometimes need a break."
"I guess," Liz crossed her arms.
"There's dozens of guys here," Nikki smiled at a nearby man with dreadlocks partially hidden beneath the Wolverine mask, "lots of potential."
"Well," Liz sheepishly glanced at the ground, "I didn't come here for all that."
Nikki shrugged, "You're gonna learn quick, Liz, she who hesitates is forever lost. If you want Corin, then take what you want."
"Corin?!" Liz gawked, "WHOA! Good God no! Not, ya know, just no!"
Nikki scoffed, "I thought the fact that I was sitting on his lap is why you were feeling so…," Nikki gestured to Liz.
"Oh my God," Liz giggled, "That's not Corin you're sitting with."
Nikki blinked, wondering who the man behind the mask could be. They'd been having a great time together. Drinking, talking and dancing. He seemed like a great guy. If she wasn't already dating John she'd even consider him.
"Here ya go," 'Corin' returned, handing her an unopened cold beer.
"Thanks," Nikki smiled at the mystery man, wondering who he could be.
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The archaic relationship between her and the Bellas Twins was often misunderstood. Sasha had been a teenager with dreams when first met them. They had been an inspiration and mentors to her. The chance to party with them felt larger than life to her.
Clad behind the leather mask of Catwoman, Sasha stirred the orange juice slowly. After three rotations, she reversed, stirring counter clockwise before dropping half of a sliced lemon into her cocktail and sipping.
"Damn, look at them titties!" One guy drunkenly cooed to his friends, watching as Nikki Bella climbed into the lap of a man wearing a Spider-Man mask. According to what Nikki had told Sasha, the man in the mask was one of the co-owners of HLG Technologies. An upstart company predicted to be worth gazillions of dollars in less than a decade.
Then, someone gently tapped her on the shoulder, "'Scuse me," his voice was powerful and deep, "are you done with that?" Pointing to the half-lemon in her gloved hand.
The man standing over her was tyrannically tall, wearing a nice dark silk shirt, jeans wearing and a Batman mask.
"I don't know," Sasha smiled, behind the dark Catwoman mask, "Am I?" Seductively prancing away with the lemon.
Prince stared at his cocktail, still unfinished.
"Trying to celebrate, Batman?" Sasha smiled, taking on the iconic character. "I know a few poor defenseless museums," spinning around and slinking closer to him and praying he didn't take her too seriously as her voice became softer and more seductive, "then again…I know a couple of hotels…," placing a hand over his heart.
"There's more work to be done," Prince growled in a deeper darker voice, taking on the Dark Knight's character.
"You really do know how to kill a mood, Batman." Leaning against him and staring into his honey-brown eyes, "Do you ever take a night off…do you ever take the suit off?"
"Play nice." Prince, in character, grunted, gently gripping her shoulders and pushing her away.
"You're not playing at all." She pouted.
"No, I'm not," he grunted louder over the music that had just sequenced to a new song, "Not anymore."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sasha asked.
"It means…this is the end, Selina." Prince exhaled, "It means we can't…I can't…"He began to walk away.
Sasha reached out, gripped his golden Seiko watch, "I will see you again, right?
"No one will." He darkly growled, "America, ahem, Gotham needs something more. Something WORSE to defend her. She needs a new myth. A legend more powerful than I can be right now."
"Some things you can't do alone…Bruce," She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, her lips searched the air for his.
He gently pushed her away, "And some things you HAVE TO…" snatching the lemon with a smile and marching away with his drink.
"Call, if you need to." She called behind him.
"I won't," he responded, still in character.
"I know," Sasha whispered darkly with a smile on her face, "I just wanted you to know you could always call…if you needed me," she brooded as the party continued.
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Corin pulled on his V for Vendetta mask, he slipped and squeezed past the guests and headed for the bar
Music, drugs, a fresh cock anything to make her forget how disposable she was to him. Becky downed another shot and turned to Christina, "Let's do another," she smiled as Mercy by Kanye West played.
The house darkened but was illuminated by a single flame.
The flame danced in the darkness until it stepped outside where everyone followed
When the lights sparked back to life. Prince, dressed as Batman, stood in the courtyard beside his Charmander, After recalling his Charmander, Prince held out a plastic jar. After announcing thank yous he placed the jar on the ground, removed his golden Seiko watch and dropped it into the jar.
Another guest, dressed as Dracula dropped his watch in the bowl followed by several others.
"What the hell is going on?" Corin wondered as Mr. Griffin did the same. Tre and Larrell stood beside Corin equally confused
"Go on, put your watches in the jar." Mr. Griffin encouraged. ""First-timers, this is how swingers choose their mate for the night. Whatever girl pulls your watch out, you get to spend a little Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross time with," he chuckled.
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Corin, eyes on Deadpool dropped his new Gold watch into the jar. Followed by Tre and Larrell
"I keep telling yall," Mr. Griffin chuckled sipping his whiskey as the women lined up at the diving board, "wrestlers are into that swinger lifestyle."
The jar was placed inside a black bag to conceal the watches from sight as Catwoman dove into the water and swam.
10 meters later, she climbed out and removed her mask, cranberry violet hair fell to her shoulder, cocoa skin, rubbing her doe eyes, she dug into jar and retrieved a Golden Seiko. Before Prince could say a word she took charge grabbing his cape and dragging him into the house and
(Lucky bastard.) Corin thought shaking his head.
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The next woman, wearing a jasmine violet dress, walked around the water and reached into the jar. She had long blonde hair ad square jaw. Natalya pulled not one. not two but three watches.
"Tyson Kidd loses SO many manpoints," Mr. Griffinshook his head laughing as Natalya walked out with three husky men behind her.
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The next chick to walk up was Deadpool aka Nikki Bella. "I hope I pull yours Black Spider-Man". As much as I would love and I mean love to fuck Nikki Bella I didn't need Corin on my ass or whoever Nikki Bella is banging not that he cares anyway. When she pulled out a watch lucky enough for me she didn't pull mine, but Corins. "Yes" I thought to myself and Corin came up and sat off with Nikki. Then behind me a random girl who was drunk and pulled out my watch. "Come with me" she said. Well I avoiding drama and I'm still going to get some pussy out the deal so all in all a good night. Me and the random girl walked into one of the bedrooms. "I hope you enjoy yourself tonight" she said. "I know I will." During the party everyone was still in costumes but obviously I wanted to see who I was going to fuck tonight. "No leave it on just relax and let me do all the work" OK whoever this female was she didn't want see my face but damn she knew how to suck dick. I was laid back and enjoying it like a motherfucker. I know she told me to not take the mask off but I needed to know what this female looked like. The second I did..."OMG, its you"
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"Larrell..!"
"Christina..?"
"Wow, this is surprising" I said.
"Yeah" she said. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the ground. "What's wrong" I asked. "This is wrong , I know it's a swingers party but I shouldn't do this with you after what Becky told me earlier" "What did she say" I asked. "She told me she likes you. She was drunk when she told me this but I don't think she was lying. When she saw you dancing and flirting with that girl dressed as Deadpool, she got jealous and starting drinking" she told me. I was in shock I had no idea. "OK cool I understand you can leave Christina" I said. "She isn't the only one with feelings for you" she told me and then she grabbed me and kissed me and before I knew it we were naked and fucking. The sex was a blur to me because it came outta nowhere plus I still a little intoxicated but it was good too.
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I woke up the next morning with the Sun beaming through the window. I had a slight hangover but I was still in a good mood. I looked over and saw that Christina had left out but left on a note on the bed dresser. It read: Larrell last night was fun and I enjoyed every second of it but for the sake of our friendship with Becky only me and you must know of what we did. Don't tell anyone especially Becky. Love Christina. So after reading that I got dressed but I felt a familiar presence calling out to me..."Mewtwo is that you"
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(Yes it is me) he replied back to me. "What do you want to tell me?" I asked. (I wanted to tell you that Christina wasn't lying about her friendship with Becky. The true reason of why they are friends will be revealed soon. The fate of every spieces on this planet and the world as a whole revolves around it.) "Can you tell me why" I asked. (No, all I can say is keep your friends close and your enemies closer) He left my presence. "Hey, Larrell are you ready we were going to go with the WWE divas that were here at the party and work out with them" Corin said after finding me in the bedroom. "Sure, lets go" Man what a life. I got to deal with girl problems, an introvert who doesn't give a fuck 90% of the time, a sex addict, and a guy with rage issues this before our journey has even started yet...to quote my good old Unc Ervin: "Ain't this some bullshit!"
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Corin stared at the nameless number in his phone, walking out the door and to the driveway
Sitting on a motorcycle, wearing a leather biker jacket and loose jeans was Prince. Cradling his helmet and staring starstruck into Sasha's eyes as her taxi pulled up
They seemed to be harmonous with one another. Effortlessly reacting to eachothers movements and gestures
Sasha kissed her fingertips, touched his lips and climbed into thecab
Prince watched nodding stoicly as the cab rolled out of the gates, looking lke a lost puppy
Corin crept up behind Prince, "BOOM!"
Prince nearly fell off his bike, "what the fuck bruh?"
"Someone's in looooove," Corin teased, climbing on his bike
"Fuck you nigga," Prince sighed, pulling on his helmet as Larrell and Tre walked out and climbed on their bikes
"Good time, eh?" Prince called to the group
Tre dropped his joint, stamping it out and climbed onto his Harley, he preferred the old school frame
"She said TRE can we get married AT the MAAAAAALL," Tre
"I said," Prince continued, "you taking off them dra's and yo BRAAA!"
"Hop on this dick," Larrell resumed, "and bitch and don't fall in loooooooove!
"And watch Prince cry like a bitch when Sasha raaalls" Corin finished.
Larrell, Tre and Corin rolled with laughter. Prince sat on his bike, sour-faced.
At that moment, Becky and Christina sheepishly walked out
"Morning," Christina casually greeted
"Hey," the four nodded as the climbed into the SUV.
"Let's go," Corin shrugged, starting his engine.
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"WAIT!" Someone shouted running up the driveway. Wearing Timberland boots, skinny jeans and a polo shirt an average sized white man with neck-length brown hair blocked their path, "Take me with you."
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Prince lowered his Suzuki's kickstand and raised the visor of his helmet. "Who are you?"
"Ima trainer, like you guys. I'm your biggest fan." The man said excitedly
"What's your name?" Larrell asked
"Sam," he nodded.
Prince shook his head, "nice to meet you. Now, get the fuck out of the way before I run you over."
"Hold up," Corin asked climbing off his Dacatti Monster and removing his helmet. The wind combing his curly hiair as he strode to the young man.
"Sam, why us?"
"I just...I know," Sam awkwardly admitted, "I'm supposed to...I have to be with you guys."
Corin counted the men, "The Four..."
"Horsemen," Larrell joked.
The others shook their heads.
"Prince's bullet wound tattoo." Sam quibbed. "Four swords, a lions head, a dragon, falcon and a shark."
"What the fuck, man?" Prince stared at Sam slack-jawwed. "How do you know about that shit?"
"I'm your biggest fan."
Prince looked at the others. "This white boy creepy."
"I'm your biggest fan." Sam repeated
"Are you straight?" Prince asked
"i love the pussy, will marry the pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy." Sam preached his eyes hovered before spotting Christina and Becky. "Hello, the woman of my dreams, my Aphrodite," leaning against the glass and staring at Christina.
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"He done popped a molly or some shit." Prince
"Nah, he's cool." Corin nodded, "where you from?"
Sam turned to the man.
"Tennessee. Moved out here to take care of my grandma. Since she passed I've been lost. Then I got Taurus and seen yall. Please take me with you."
"You can ride with us," Corin decided, "but not that way. Four swords, you said," putting a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Prove you're with us. Ten thousand sold T-shirts, you'll keep the profit."
Sam nodded sheepishly, "Ok." Corin pulled a business card from his wallet, "Call me when you sell ten thousand."
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Suddenly, all four of their cell phones rang
"Hello," They all answered.
"You guys need to get over here ASAP" Pagnotti said in a low voice
"Why? What's wrong?" Larrell asked
"Everything." Pagnotti replied.
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The new gates to the production plant were shut. Blocking all outside view. The four stopped their bikes at the entrance, each pondering what could possibly have gone wrong
Becky and Christina were the first to climb out and approach Pagnotti who was waiting at the entrance, looking very pale
"Furio," Tre called, pulling off his helmet. "What's wrong?"
"Huuaaa," Furio gagged, puking on the concrete
"You good?" Princeasked
"Just," Furio coughed, "go inside, i can't describe it. You have to see it."
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Corin shrugged as Prince recklessly threw open the door and charged in.
Corin held his breath and walked in. One security guard lay before them.
Tore from his body and his throat cut. Eyes wide and dry as glass.
5 had been painted on the concrete beside the body.
(They have returned.) Mewtwo's voice narrated
In front of the headquarters building were five businessmen frozen in ice
5 had been drawn on the fogged glass window
"Everyone," Furio stammered, his body trembling
"But not you," Corin questioned
"I just got here!" Furio snapped. "These were my friends!" Poiting to the frozen five
"He didn't mean it llike that," Larrell eased
"How did he mean it, then?" Furio asked, turning away and walking out.
Larrell stared at it.
5
5
5
5
5
(You still don't remember, do you?) Mewtwo asked.
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"No, who did this" I asked.
(They call themselves the Frozen Five. They were the mortal enemies of the Ford Swords, that's you guys. In the old world despite the differences between the four kings, you would always come together for the sake of humanity and Pokemon and defeat them in a great battle. They were thought to be dead and were never come back. But I guess they have returned) Mewtwo tells us.
The girls are crying for the loss of life and the destruction of our headquarters has pissed off the guys. Whoever this group is they will pay for their sins just like Zimmerman did...
