Post by Jasmine Barrera on Jan 12, 2012 6:31:35 GMT -6
Jazz's music:
Ice:
Jazz:
Todd:
I love New York.
I was born an raised in the biggest, best city in the world. I was always taught no matter where you go, always let 'em know you're from New York City. That you don't take **** from anybody. I made my living and I did well for myself. I knew deep down I was small time in the big picture, but hey, I was somebody. My name was known in all 5 boroughs. I could walk in anywhere and people knew my name.
My name? Oh, it's Hakeem Matthews. But, most people just know me as Ice. That's because of my weakness for jewelry. The bigger, the flashier, the better. I knew Jacob the jeweler personally and I was one of his favorite customers. So, having said all that, it's kind of embarrassing to have to tell this story:
This one night I was in the Bronx. People knew me, and everything was all good until I tried to get into the "O Lounge"
I couldn't believe it. Mikey and me go way back, I mean, how could he straight disrespect a brother like that? I guess you can call it stubborn, or maybe it just hurt my pride too much.
Mikey is a cool dude like that. But I don't know, maybe he knew what was about to happen.
So, I get up to the V.I.P. lounge and wouldn't you know, it's a birthday party. Or, at least that's what it looked like. "So that's why" I figure. I head over to the bar and I sit down. I didn't even have time to get comfortable before it all started.
This dude is ignoring me? Come on man, did they buy out the bar?
He took one look at me and went back to wiping down the bar.
Then it happened.
I turn around and I'm looking at this huge dude. Had to be 6'6, and 360. His hand was right in my trapezius. It's a good thing he wasn't applying any pressure.
Done. Caught in like 30 seconds. Could have just ended it there. But my pride just wouldn't allow it.
If that sounded like a really dumb choice or words, that's because it was. Next thing I know, I'm in a headlock being choked and carried behind the bar and taken down a hallway. We enter a room with a chair and a table.
Of course I sat down in the chair and looked at him. This looked like an interrogation room or something.
I'm caught. Might as well let 'em know.
Then a second guy, who was also a bouncer, except even bigger, opened the door.
I swear the color drained from that dude's face at the mention of Jazz's name.
He closed the door without answering.
I sat there with that big bouncer for what seemed like an eternity. We just sat there in silence. He actually looked scared for me too. Then a knock on the door.
He opened the door slightly so he could get out and I couldn't see out the door. He closed it behind him, and there was a conversation I couldn't overhear.
Then the door opened and she walked in. Spanish, straight dime. curvy, and dressed to kill. She was smoking a black and mild, staring a hold through me.
I slowly stood up and she started walking around me in a circle. After she went around twice, she took another puff and stopped.
I did. She looked at me, and the one I knew to be Andy brought her a chair in which she sat down on. She crossed her legs and kept looking at me.
|They share a laugh|
She stood up, agitated.
She started to leave, and her goons grabbed me and man, I can't swim, brah. I had to do something.
Ain't that a bitch? Going from near death to working for this crazy woman. In a weird way though, she saved me from myself. No more getting hassled or more importantly, denied. Just running around and getting paid for doing what I'm told. It seemed aight.
But just like before, Jazz proved she was full of surprises.
I learned Jazz used to be a semi-pro kick boxer. She has 12 fights and never lost. But between having parties and sending me places, she lived at this old gym. She was a workout machine.
Even then, the surprises never stopped.
|Carl's gym, Bronx, NY|
|They share a laugh|
They're talking about me. I'm standing there getting my ass whooped by a woman and they're just yuking it up. Long fall for me.
She stopped and stared at Todd, then back at me.
Best directions I ever got.
Jazz:
Maybe I will.
Todd Williams:
By the way, how did that guy get in to the -
Jazz:
Shut up Todd.
Todd Williams:
He got in before me? Come on Jazz, we go way bac-
Jazz:
Shut. Up. Todd.
Todd Williams:
Wait? He doesn't know?
I know when people are talking about me.
Ice:
Know what?
Todd Williams:
About the c-[/center]
|She punches him in the gut.|
Ice:
Jazz:
Todd:
I love New York.
I was born an raised in the biggest, best city in the world. I was always taught no matter where you go, always let 'em know you're from New York City. That you don't take **** from anybody. I made my living and I did well for myself. I knew deep down I was small time in the big picture, but hey, I was somebody. My name was known in all 5 boroughs. I could walk in anywhere and people knew my name.
My name? Oh, it's Hakeem Matthews. But, most people just know me as Ice. That's because of my weakness for jewelry. The bigger, the flashier, the better. I knew Jacob the jeweler personally and I was one of his favorite customers. So, having said all that, it's kind of embarrassing to have to tell this story:
This one night I was in the Bronx. People knew me, and everything was all good until I tried to get into the "O Lounge"
Ice:
Yo, Mikey! What's good man?
Mikey:
Chillin' man, what's up with you?
Ice:
You know me bro. So what's up tonight?
Mikey:
O is on lock tonight.
Ice:
Come on brah, you know I'm good around here.
Mikey:
Nah man, invite only.
Ice:
Come on Brah! Mikey, my man, it's be baby!
Mikey:
Those are my orders. Sorry, cuz.
Yo, Mikey! What's good man?
Mikey:
Chillin' man, what's up with you?
Ice:
You know me bro. So what's up tonight?
Mikey:
O is on lock tonight.
Ice:
Come on brah, you know I'm good around here.
Mikey:
Nah man, invite only.
Ice:
Come on Brah! Mikey, my man, it's be baby!
Mikey:
Those are my orders. Sorry, cuz.
I couldn't believe it. Mikey and me go way back, I mean, how could he straight disrespect a brother like that? I guess you can call it stubborn, or maybe it just hurt my pride too much.
Ice:
It's like that Mike?
Mikey:
You know any other night would be cool.
Ice:
Come on brah, you know I'm cool.
Mikey:
I'm not about to lose my damn job over you, Ice.
Ice:
Look. look, What if I just go in. Like you never saw me. Like I snuck with someone else.
Mikey:
....
Ice:
Come on man...you never saw me.
Mikey:
...I never saw you.
Ice:
That's my dude!
It's like that Mike?
Mikey:
You know any other night would be cool.
Ice:
Come on brah, you know I'm cool.
Mikey:
I'm not about to lose my damn job over you, Ice.
Ice:
Look. look, What if I just go in. Like you never saw me. Like I snuck with someone else.
Mikey:
....
Ice:
Come on man...you never saw me.
Mikey:
...I never saw you.
Ice:
That's my dude!
Mikey is a cool dude like that. But I don't know, maybe he knew what was about to happen.
So, I get up to the V.I.P. lounge and wouldn't you know, it's a birthday party. Or, at least that's what it looked like. "So that's why" I figure. I head over to the bar and I sit down. I didn't even have time to get comfortable before it all started.
Ice:
Let me get some Ciroc.
Bartender:
....
Let me get some Ciroc.
Bartender:
....
This dude is ignoring me? Come on man, did they buy out the bar?
Ice:
Hey man, I said let me get some Ciroc.
Hey man, I said let me get some Ciroc.
He took one look at me and went back to wiping down the bar.
Ice:
You listening Mother-
You listening Mother-
Then it happened.
Bouncer:
What's up?
What's up?
I turn around and I'm looking at this huge dude. Had to be 6'6, and 360. His hand was right in my trapezius. It's a good thing he wasn't applying any pressure.
Ice:
Nothing man, just chillin'.
Bouncer:
Who are you here with my man?
Ice:
Uh....
Nothing man, just chillin'.
Bouncer:
Who are you here with my man?
Ice:
Uh....
Done. Caught in like 30 seconds. Could have just ended it there. But my pride just wouldn't allow it.
Ice:
What? you writin' a book or something?
What? you writin' a book or something?
If that sounded like a really dumb choice or words, that's because it was. Next thing I know, I'm in a headlock being choked and carried behind the bar and taken down a hallway. We enter a room with a chair and a table.
Ice:
Ease up man, ease up.
Bouncer:
Sit yo ass down.
Ice:
Aight, man, damn.
Ease up man, ease up.
Bouncer:
Sit yo ass down.
Ice:
Aight, man, damn.
Of course I sat down in the chair and looked at him. This looked like an interrogation room or something.
Bouncer:
I'm not gonna ask you again partner. Who are are you here with?
I'm not gonna ask you again partner. Who are are you here with?
I'm caught. Might as well let 'em know.
Ice:
Nobody, brah. I'm just here by myself, trying to see what's up. This is one of my spots, man.
Bouncer:
Not tonight, homey.
Nobody, brah. I'm just here by myself, trying to see what's up. This is one of my spots, man.
Bouncer:
Not tonight, homey.
Then a second guy, who was also a bouncer, except even bigger, opened the door.
Bouncer 2::
What's up?
Bouncer 1:
Just a dude who don't belong here.
Bouncer 2::
You got this?
Bouncer 1:
Actually, I think we need Jazz.
What's up?
Bouncer 1:
Just a dude who don't belong here.
Bouncer 2::
You got this?
Bouncer 1:
Actually, I think we need Jazz.
I swear the color drained from that dude's face at the mention of Jazz's name.
Bouncer 2::
You...you sure?
Bouncer 1:
That's what I got told man. Anybody show's up uninvited...get Jazz.
Bouncer 2::
You want me to get Jazz? Should we really interrupt the party like that?
Bouncer 1:
Yo, I'd rather tell Jazz now, then be explaining later.
Bouncer 2::
You right, you right. Aight, I'll be back.
Ice:
Hey, who is Jazz, man?
You...you sure?
Bouncer 1:
That's what I got told man. Anybody show's up uninvited...get Jazz.
Bouncer 2::
You want me to get Jazz? Should we really interrupt the party like that?
Bouncer 1:
Yo, I'd rather tell Jazz now, then be explaining later.
Bouncer 2::
You right, you right. Aight, I'll be back.
Ice:
Hey, who is Jazz, man?
He closed the door without answering.
Ice:
Who is Jazz?
Bouncer 1:
**** man, you gonna find out real quick. Last person who did something like this...
Ice:
What?
Bouncer 1:
You ever seen Batman? You know two-face?
Ice:
....
Bouncer 1:
I'll pray for ya, homey.
Who is Jazz?
Bouncer 1:
**** man, you gonna find out real quick. Last person who did something like this...
Ice:
What?
Bouncer 1:
You ever seen Batman? You know two-face?
Ice:
....
Bouncer 1:
I'll pray for ya, homey.
I sat there with that big bouncer for what seemed like an eternity. We just sat there in silence. He actually looked scared for me too. Then a knock on the door.
Bouncer:
Who is it?
Bouncer 2::
It's Andy with Jazz.
Bouncer 1:
Aight.
Who is it?
Bouncer 2::
It's Andy with Jazz.
Bouncer 1:
Aight.
He opened the door slightly so he could get out and I couldn't see out the door. He closed it behind him, and there was a conversation I couldn't overhear.
Then the door opened and she walked in. Spanish, straight dime. curvy, and dressed to kill. She was smoking a black and mild, staring a hold through me.
Jazz:
Stand up.
Stand up.
I slowly stood up and she started walking around me in a circle. After she went around twice, she took another puff and stopped.
Jazz:
Sit down.
Sit down.
I did. She looked at me, and the one I knew to be Andy brought her a chair in which she sat down on. She crossed her legs and kept looking at me.
Jazz:
I see you met Fat Andy and Ronnie.
Ice:
Yeah...
Jazz:
I know what you're thinking right now, and I'll answer your questions after you answer mine. Deal?
Ice:
Aight...
Jazz:
Good. See, you are interupting MY party. Now, you obviously are uninvited, because no one seems to know you. What I want to know is who are you and what you're doing here. If you act right, maybe I can help you. If not...well...
Ice:
Wha...
Jazz:
You're choice.
Ice:
Okay, okay, Look, I already told you boys, I didn't come with anybody. This is one of my spots and I'm a regular here. I'm just trying to see what's up.
Jazz:
What's your name again?
Ice:
Ice.
Jazz:
Do they call you that because of all that jewelry?
Ice:
Yeah.
Jazz:
Impress a few ho's from time to time huh?
Ice:
Yeah.
I see you met Fat Andy and Ronnie.
Ice:
Yeah...
Jazz:
I know what you're thinking right now, and I'll answer your questions after you answer mine. Deal?
Ice:
Aight...
Jazz:
Good. See, you are interupting MY party. Now, you obviously are uninvited, because no one seems to know you. What I want to know is who are you and what you're doing here. If you act right, maybe I can help you. If not...well...
Ice:
Wha...
Jazz:
You're choice.
Ice:
Okay, okay, Look, I already told you boys, I didn't come with anybody. This is one of my spots and I'm a regular here. I'm just trying to see what's up.
Jazz:
What's your name again?
Ice:
Ice.
Jazz:
Do they call you that because of all that jewelry?
Ice:
Yeah.
Jazz:
Impress a few ho's from time to time huh?
Ice:
Yeah.
|They share a laugh|
Jazz:
Well, As I said, I know what you were thinking when I walked in. It was something like "who is this bitch?". Right?
Ice:
....
Jazz:
That wasn't ****ing rhetorical.
Ice:
Oh, uh, yeah. Something like that.
Jazz:
I've learned to read people and I can tell you a couple of things. number one, you watch is fake.
Ice:
My watch?
Jazz:
Jacob knows a sucker when he sees one. Real Rolex's don't tick.
Ice:
Yo I... Ah,****..
Jazz:
So Ice to answer you question..This "bitch" is going to decide whether or not you walk out of here under your own power. So, my next question is really simple and requires a simple answer. Failure may sway my decision so to speak. Are you ready?
Ice:
Yeah...I guess.
Jazz:
Good. Are you NYPD? FBI? ATF? DEA?
Ice:
Wha?
Well, As I said, I know what you were thinking when I walked in. It was something like "who is this bitch?". Right?
Ice:
....
Jazz:
That wasn't ****ing rhetorical.
Ice:
Oh, uh, yeah. Something like that.
Jazz:
I've learned to read people and I can tell you a couple of things. number one, you watch is fake.
Ice:
My watch?
Jazz:
Jacob knows a sucker when he sees one. Real Rolex's don't tick.
Ice:
Yo I... Ah,****..
Jazz:
So Ice to answer you question..This "bitch" is going to decide whether or not you walk out of here under your own power. So, my next question is really simple and requires a simple answer. Failure may sway my decision so to speak. Are you ready?
Ice:
Yeah...I guess.
Jazz:
Good. Are you NYPD? FBI? ATF? DEA?
Ice:
Wha?
She stood up, agitated.
Jazz:
Boys.
Boys.
She started to leave, and her goons grabbed me and man, I can't swim, brah. I had to do something.
Ice:
Okay, okay, I'm ain't a fed man. Come on. I swear.
Jazz:
See, wasn't that simple? You are hard headed aren't you? You're just in the wrong place. Maybe we can help each other.
Ice:
What the deal?
Jazz:
Now that you understand who I am, and where you stand around here, I have a job offer for you. I'm in need of a gopher. You go where I tell you to go. Do what I tell you to do, and you get paid.
Ice:
And?
Jazz:
If not...I'll leave you with the boys to play.
Ice:
Sounds good.
Okay, okay, I'm ain't a fed man. Come on. I swear.
Jazz:
See, wasn't that simple? You are hard headed aren't you? You're just in the wrong place. Maybe we can help each other.
Ice:
What the deal?
Jazz:
Now that you understand who I am, and where you stand around here, I have a job offer for you. I'm in need of a gopher. You go where I tell you to go. Do what I tell you to do, and you get paid.
Ice:
And?
Jazz:
If not...I'll leave you with the boys to play.
Ice:
Sounds good.
Ain't that a bitch? Going from near death to working for this crazy woman. In a weird way though, she saved me from myself. No more getting hassled or more importantly, denied. Just running around and getting paid for doing what I'm told. It seemed aight.
But just like before, Jazz proved she was full of surprises.
I learned Jazz used to be a semi-pro kick boxer. She has 12 fights and never lost. But between having parties and sending me places, she lived at this old gym. She was a workout machine.
Even then, the surprises never stopped.
|Carl's gym, Bronx, NY|
Todd Williams:
Hey! Carl! Long time no see.
Carl:
TODD WILLIAMS! YOU SON OF A BITCH HOW ARE YOU?!
Todd Williams:
I'm good Carl. How's thing around here?
Carl:
Eh, I can't complain.
Todd Williams:
Because even if you did?
Carl:
Who's listening?!
Hey! Carl! Long time no see.
Carl:
TODD WILLIAMS! YOU SON OF A BITCH HOW ARE YOU?!
Todd Williams:
I'm good Carl. How's thing around here?
Carl:
Eh, I can't complain.
Todd Williams:
Because even if you did?
Carl:
Who's listening?!
|They share a laugh|
Todd Williams:
Say...that isn't lil' Jazz over there is it?
Carl:
Oh Jazz? She's always here.
Todd Williams:
Really?
Carl:
Oh yeah, she's training to go pro I think. Big bear thinks so too. Either that, or she's enjoying beating her new toy up.
Todd Williams:
Who is that guy, anyway?
Say...that isn't lil' Jazz over there is it?
Carl:
Oh Jazz? She's always here.
Todd Williams:
Really?
Carl:
Oh yeah, she's training to go pro I think. Big bear thinks so too. Either that, or she's enjoying beating her new toy up.
Todd Williams:
Who is that guy, anyway?
They're talking about me. I'm standing there getting my ass whooped by a woman and they're just yuking it up. Long fall for me.
Carl:
Jazz, you got a visitor.
Jazz, you got a visitor.
She stopped and stared at Todd, then back at me.
Jazz:
Take five.
Take five.
Best directions I ever got.
Todd Williams:
Jazzy B! What's up girl?
Jazz:
Todd Williams, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.
Todd Williams:
You're not so bad yourself.
Jazz:
Behave yourself Todd, otherwise Flash will hear about it.
Todd Williams:
Hey, chill out. It's cool.
Jazz:
So what bring you here, Mr. Williams? Get rid of Crystal and trying to scoop me up?
Todd Williams:
You got jokes, okay. No, Crystal and I are fine.
Jazz:
Oh? I heard she got knocked up by some white boy with a six pack.
Todd Williams:
Let's not get into that. So, you going pro or what?
Jazz:
Why? I think those days are behind me.
Todd Williams:
Maybe you'd like to wrestle then?
Jazz:
I don't wrestle, Todd. It's not like you can just magically get me a job working with you or anything.
Todd Williams:
Oh, I could.
Jazz:
Yeah, okay.
Todd Williams:
I'm serious.
Jazz:
You could get me a job wrestling?
Todd Williams:
I can pull some string and get you debuted on TV in a couple of days.
Jazz:
I don't even know how to wrestle.
Todd Williams:
I can teach you.
Jazz:
You couldn't teach math, let alone a peer to do your job.
Todd Williams:
You swing by my spot later, and I'll show you.
[/color]Jazzy B! What's up girl?
Jazz:
Todd Williams, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.
Todd Williams:
You're not so bad yourself.
Jazz:
Behave yourself Todd, otherwise Flash will hear about it.
Todd Williams:
Hey, chill out. It's cool.
Jazz:
So what bring you here, Mr. Williams? Get rid of Crystal and trying to scoop me up?
Todd Williams:
You got jokes, okay. No, Crystal and I are fine.
Jazz:
Oh? I heard she got knocked up by some white boy with a six pack.
Todd Williams:
Let's not get into that. So, you going pro or what?
Jazz:
Why? I think those days are behind me.
Todd Williams:
Maybe you'd like to wrestle then?
Jazz:
I don't wrestle, Todd. It's not like you can just magically get me a job working with you or anything.
Todd Williams:
Oh, I could.
Jazz:
Yeah, okay.
Todd Williams:
I'm serious.
Jazz:
You could get me a job wrestling?
Todd Williams:
I can pull some string and get you debuted on TV in a couple of days.
Jazz:
I don't even know how to wrestle.
Todd Williams:
I can teach you.
Jazz:
You couldn't teach math, let alone a peer to do your job.
Todd Williams:
You swing by my spot later, and I'll show you.
Jazz:
Maybe I will.
Todd Williams:
By the way, how did that guy get in to the -
Jazz:
Shut up Todd.
Todd Williams:
He got in before me? Come on Jazz, we go way bac-
Jazz:
Shut. Up. Todd.
Todd Williams:
Wait? He doesn't know?
I know when people are talking about me.
Ice:
Know what?
Todd Williams:
About the c-[/center]
|She punches him in the gut.|
Jazz:
Nothing. Todd here is making jokes. Just old friends. You ready to start again?
Ice:
I guess.
Jazz:
Good. I think it's time for you to leave, Mr. Williams. Perhaps I will swing by to learn.
Todd Williams:
Cool. *cough*
Jazz:
Excellent. Now, where were we?
Nothing. Todd here is making jokes. Just old friends. You ready to start again?
Ice:
I guess.
Jazz:
Good. I think it's time for you to leave, Mr. Williams. Perhaps I will swing by to learn.
Todd Williams:
Cool. *cough*
Jazz:
Excellent. Now, where were we?