First Match Page #4

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I told you my brother had a race.

I said that.

Whatever. Mo, you coming?

- No, I'ma chill here.

- Whatever.

Ooh!

For real, though, we make it to finals...

it's like a whole bunch of recruiters

that come.

Mm-hm.

- Bet you get a scholarship.

- Yeah!

Our little prince right here

is gonna get a free ride to college.

Whatever, man. Whatever, man.

You gonna be coming by my place

every weekend

trying to holla at some college hos.

I will be prying them off my dick, bro.

'Sup, shorty?

You want a ride? Look... Oh.

My bad, he ain't take his meds.

Why you trying to f*** up my game for?

What game? What game?

Exactly.

Anyway... there's mad women's teams

in college now.

You know?

What's up, beautiful?

No, no, we just chilling.

Where we going?

- Just... Just wait. Just wait.

- This where Juan do them dog fights?

Nah.

Nah, this the real sh*t.

All right, y'all. Tonight, we got

three-time Brownsville champ...

It's the real fight right here.

...Keisha the Killer.

Make some noise for Keisha!

But don't be fooled,

'cause Miss Lala, she may look skinny,

but she ain't come all the way

from Flatbush to eat sh*t.

Give it up for Miss Lala.

- Where's the money at?

- They boxers?

- Show your bets.

- Nah, kid, they fiercer than that.

All right, ladies,

center of the ring.

No biting, no scratching, no hair pulling,

no weapons. Got it?

Hey, hey! No hair pulling.

No hair pulling.

Ya'll give it up for Keisha the Killer!

Go ahead, eat.

That's cool, I can't eat.

We got another match on Saturday.

Malik said there might be

college recruiters.

Oh! Well, if Malik say...

Stop playing.

They got women's teams now.

College cool...

and all that, until you get hit

with real responsibilities.

When your mom passed

I did what I had to do.

I didn't have no choice.

Can't wait till I make my own money,

get my own place.

Well, if I could, I'd be in the ring

like them girls tonight.

Them girls on some other sh*t.

I think that one girl got her jaw broke.

But you know how much money they make?

Sh*t.

You said the money was good with Juan.

You said you was saving up

for the car wash.

Yeah, well, Jay didn't make parole.

So, unless I can come up with his half...

and quick, ain't gonna be no car wash.

F***, Monique!

Sh*t. The minute I get out,

you in my grill to take care of you.

- I told you it ain't like that.

- Did you make varsity or not?

- Yeah.

- Ain't none of them girls

training on no boys' wrestling team.

You already had an advantage.

You working out with dudes,

and you training with me.

One fight, you can make as much

as I make in a week working the lot.

Fact is...

if I don't come up with ten Gs

in the next two weeks, owner gonna sell

the wash to somebody else. I'm...

I'm doing my part.

We both know what happen

if I keep working for Juan.

F*** it!

F*** it. F*** it.

F*** it. It's stupid. I'm stupid.

I'm stupid.

- I ain't say...

- I shouldn't have took your ass there.

- I'm saying the money...

- Eat if you gonna eat. Sh*t. I gotta...

I gotta get back to the lot.

Damn! No wonder you ain't make varsity.

You wouldn't be starting

if I hadn't let you win.

How come everybody saw me

take your ass down?

Watch his down.

Chest to back, and spin.

Oh, Juan buy you those kicks, too?

At least my dad comes to my matches.

Your mom's too busy taking her clothes off

for random niggas.

What?

What's wrong? What? What, what, what?

She probably hungry.

Nyasa mom here.

What's wrong?

You not happy to see Mommy?

Just...

Here. I gotta use the toilet.

You should be happy for her.

She should be with her real mom.

Come on, Nicholas.

Come on, let's go.

Nice and easy.

Let's get this done.

Lower your anklets.

All right, Mo.

Shake hands.

Take a shot.

Get to your bridge! Build up! Build up!

That's it. Get in there, Mo.

Where's that fire? Get in there.

Build up! Build up! Build up!

Build up!

Get up! Get off your back! Off your back!

Shake hands.

Shake hands. Shake the coaches' hands.

Hey!

What the hell happened out there?

Let's go, Huskies!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Let's go, Hedgeman!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Let's go, Huskies!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Everybody allowed to lose a match.

What's that corny sh*t Coach say?

There's no such thing as losing,

it's just...

It's just winning and learning.

You know how many times

my father seen me wrestle?

You get used to it.

All right, y'all, show your bets.

Where the money at?

You got money on the fat girl?

That girl can do damage.

Trust.

Where the money at? Come on.

Don't be cheap.

What, y'all sleeping?

How much we need for the car wash?

You and me dump Juan

and get the f*** out of here.

No biting, no scratching,

no weapons, no hair pulling. Y'all got it?

Couple of fights...

we'll be good.

All right, ladies,

center of the ring.

Jab. Jab, jab.

That's your combination. Jab straight up.

Just when they think they got you,

mix it up.

Why do that when I can just do this?

This ain't wrestling.

Shoot on somebody like that,

you gonna get your grill knocked out.

Mo!

Straight. Jab, jab, straight.

- Come on.

- Jab, jab, straight. Jab, jab, straight.

One, two. Uppercut, uppercut.

Get in there. Grab my f***ing neck.

Grab. Grab the neck.

All right, come on. One, two.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

It's all right, I got it, Coach.

Guys, have a seat.

Let's go, Mo!

Mini Mo! Mini Mo!

Let's go, let's go!

Where the f*** you been?

I been calling and texting all night.

What? My ringer was off.

I told youto keep your phone on vibrate.

You about to miss the fight.

- What?

- Hurry up, let's go.

- Tonight?

- Yes, tonight. Goddamn. Sh*t.

You lucky Juan kept your spot.

Only had 20 pounds on me, too.

What you talking about?

I had double unders.

All right, y'all.

So, tonight, we got a few virgin fighters

in the building.

So, I'ma need y'all

to put y'all hands together,

'cause we 'bout to turn up. Let's do it.

Who the girl?

Juan cousin.

Don't worry, she ain't got nothing on you.

- All right, ladies.

- Show her who the queen.

To the middle.

Y'all know what time it is, right?

Gonna need y'all to try to make this

as clean as possible.

All right, got it? So, dap it up.

And on my whistle,

turn up.

What you running for? Get back in there.

Come on, Naya.

Come on, Naya. Quit playing with her.

- There it is.

- Get up, get up, get up.

What you running for?

Yeah!

Mo. Mo.

You lost your f***ing mind?

What, you stalking me now?

- What's wrong with you?

- With me?

The hell you doing in there, Mo?

We're one match away from finals.

What's Coach gonna say

when he sees your face?

Coach not gonna say sh*t.

'Cause Coach not gonna know sh*t.

I swear, O,

- you open your mouth...

- What'd I tell you?

Them girls ain't got nothing on you.

What up, O?

You see your girl get real in there?

Yeah.

She did good.

Anyways, I gotta go.

You be safe.

What'd I tell you?

I didn't say sh*t.

He came here by hisself.

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