First Match Page #6

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See seen me leaving the match.

She'll know.

If I get caught,

you know where I'ma wind up.

- You get the money?

- You don't listen!

I'll call you when we clear, all right?

You the queen.

Mo. All right? You gonna be a legend.

Don't worry about all that.

You the queen!

What about my stuff?

Yeah, right over here.

We got the perimeter surrounded.

Wow, look at this.

Jesus.

What?

What y'all looking at?

One stupid motherfucking wrestler.

You win?

I taught you good.

Hey.

Keep icing.

You understand I'm legally obligated

to report him?

When I was a kid,

I used to think I was mad lucky.

Most of my friends didn't know their dad,

maybe for like...

five minutes on their birthday

or something, but...

I was living with mine.

I wanted one of those

Razor scooters so bad.

Wouldn't shut up about it.

One day, D brought one home for me.

Told me... to make sure

I only rode them in Tilden Projects.

But I was mad proud.

Rode that sh*t everywhere.

One day, this kid at Marcus Garvey...

seen me with it and said it was his.

Said he carved his initials in the handle.

Seen 'em, too.

I told him my dad bought it new

and would f*** him up.

Kid started stalking me.

One day, he seen me with D, and...

ratted him out to the cops.

They found out he'd been

robbing people for Juan.

You were a kid, Mo.

You're not responsible for your father.

I'm gonna do right.

I swear, just...

don't make my dad do no more time

'cause of me.

My mom says you can stay in Tanya's room

as long as you want.

She sleeps in my mom's bed anyway.

I know. I know.

I'm very sorry for everything I've done.

And...

you're the only foster mom

never kicked me out.

And...

You be a good girl now.

Quit crying. Come on.

Why you always crying?

Come on, stop crying. Stop crying.

Stop crying.

Shh, shh, shh.

I know. I know. It's all right.

Okay.

She not only let herself down,

she let the whole team down.

So, I put it to the group to decide.

Should she be suspended from finals

or not?

Omari had't won for her,

we wouldn't even be going to finals.

Yeah, that's true.

Yeah.

Everybody has a right to make a mistake.

That was a big one.

But we gotta think about

what's best for the team.

It's our first year going to finals.

And all respect to Omari

for stepping up, but...

Mo's been killing it all season.

Mo...

you have anything to add?

I'm gonna do whatever's best for the team.

Whatever y'all think that is.

Let's put it to a vote.

All in favor of Mo starting on Friday.

Mo.

Mo.

Monique.

- You got my bag?

- Why would I?

'Cause you stupid. Check yours.

Mine is missing.

Yeah. You lucky I asked.

Would've had to save your ass. Again.

You lucky you got big feet,

or I would've worn 'em anyway. Now move.

- Hey, where you going?

- I forgot my bag inside.

Mo.

Nice hair.

Thanks.

Whoo!

Get it, girl!

Girl, this ain't a runway.

Get out of here. Hurry up.

Monique.

You got a match?

Now you the one hard to reach.

Fame getting to you?

Look, I know sh*t got f***ed up.

I felt bad leaving after the fight.

For real.

But you...

You know I couldn't get caught

near all that. Mo. Mo, I...

I tried to double our earnings.

I was up for a little while, too.

Mo. Monique.

I just... I just got excited.

That's all.

Seeing you in the ring, on that mat...

it reminded me of me.

All that flying.

You could do something with that.

I know.

How about we start our own thing?

Dude I know, he got a gym, and we...

Mo.

Monique.

Oh, it's like that now?

Too good for your own pops now?

Jamal here?

All right. Chad? Where's Chad?

- Yo, we gonna hook in.

- All right, so...

we got one, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine. Where's Tyson?

Somebody call and see if he's coming

on his own.

I'm not waiting more than five minutes.

Dad.

All right, don't...

Don't go soft on me now.

How long you had my notebook?

- Y'all ready to go to finals?

- We're going to finals!

Yeah!

Let's go, Hedgeman!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

Let's go, Hedgeman!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!

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!

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!

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