One Of Those Days

[London Carter]

I could barely open my eyes this morning, it felt as though all the Ciroc I had last night was steal swimming through my body, my stomach were in knots and all I could feel and hear was rumbling noises in my stomach. I leaned over reaching towards the other side, hoping to feel Anthony next to me.

But he wasn’t.

It had been a few days since we really had talked, and the last time I saw him we kind of left each other on bad terms, it wasn’t anything pretty nor was it something I wanted to talk about. I kind of wanted to just get over Anthony and not worry about him anymore, but I couldn’t.

I just fucking couldn’t get over that stupid fuck head.

I just slammed my hand on the soft mattress as hard as a could, hoping to get out all the frustration I had built up inside me, I honestly wanted to go and have sex, get all that frustration fucked out of me but I’m not into the random hook ups and the dude I was messing with before Anthony lives all the way in LA, so I knew today was going to bad, my whole mood was fucked up.

I finally got my lazy ass up out of the bed, it was time for a fucking smoke session.

Damn right.

#SMOKESESSION.

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And I was ready to go in, being in this hotel, in fucking Oregon all by myself, it drove me to want to sit back and face blunt after blunt, I had that much shit on my mind where I felt like I needed to be higher than high, I wanted to be above the clouds.

I reached over grabbing my iPhone off the edge of the bed, scrolling through the text messages and checking my phone log, I wasn’t ready to respond to anyone just yet, I reached over grabbing the speakers and plugging the cord into my phone, all I wanted to do now was sit back and listen to this music and just get high.

MAFA coming soon….



Hey, I'ma visit the sky today
Hey, I'ma dance on the clouds today
And make it rain, on everybody beneath us
Just cause they try, doesn't mean they can be us
No, nobody can be us



Damn 3-0 – Fuck With Me

One of those, it's gonna be one of those nights
One of those, it's gonna be one of those nights
Weed blowing, champagne poppin'...
Got that drink flowing, champagne poppin'...

It’s amazing huh, amazing what the young bull from Georgia can do with these hands, I told everyone once before I’m a beast when it comes to throwing these hands in the ring and it won’t stop now. I’m much more confident in myself then I ever was before, even in my NLWF days when I was undefeated there.

All the clowns in APW that hate on me only make it worst for themselves, I’m sure once I step in the ring with you fools, you’ll all have the same outcome as everyone else.

A MAFUCKING LOSER!

I won’t comment on anyone in particular, it mostly goes out to any and everyone who has a problem with me. While you all sit back and continue talking shit, attacking my lifestyle, attacking my character, calling me all the little immature names you won’t, but that won’t stop me from beating ass.

Keep hating though, it only gives me more motivation and when my hand is raised at the end of the day, you can wipe them stupid smirks off your face and realize that this boy is here to stay, watch soon enough I’ll be a Champion and you fuck heads still won’t be able to take it.

I’m sure once I climb this ladder, and take World Gold, these dudes will still have something negative to say about me, probably calling my win a “FLUKE WIN” maybe saying how I don’t deserve to be Champion, some type of cry for attention, but there won’t be any excuses once I have that WORLD TITLE strapped around my waist.

NO EXCUSES.

I’m on a mission and 3-0 isn’t the beginning. If I have to beat every fucking body on Meltdown, then I will do so just to get what I deserve and that’s respect, after winning three matches and being undefeated so far should have already gained me that respect. But you still have the losers, the bums, and even the “FANBOYS” sitting in the back, sitting in my shadow, hating.

LIVE YOUR LIFE, try and win some titles why don’t you? Why you so concerned about what’s going on in my life, instead of the hate, maybe I could teach you a few things, make into a strong competitor like me.

On Monday, I go against Jerry Matthews, I peep ya match last week even though it wasn’t televised but I guess you have to start somewhere. I won’t throw to much shade at Matthews though because he did something a lot of these other fuck heads had trouble doing and that’s winning his debut match. That right there I respect a lot, because your first match is always an important one, it’s the match where you can either win or lose, it’s a match where you show everyone watching, not just the fans but the people backstage what kind of competitor you are.

First impression usually is always the best.

And my first impression was a WINNER, I remember walking backstage and being congratulated by a few while the others just sat back and hated.

Jennings being one of them, I wonder if fan boy still hating, I can’t really see his Tweets because I had to block his desperate ass, but what I did find funny was how he called me a coward and all this other shit because I blocked him, BUT YET DIDN’T HE BLOCK SHARK?

I hate a hypocritical type of dude and Jennings is one, sucks for his career though because I can see him going nowhere, I mean honestly dude my fan base is much higher than yours and half the people backstage don’t even respect you.

Or at least that’s what I was told.

Back to the subject at hand though because no one wants to waste too much time on him, I’m sure he’ll be excited enough to see he was mentioned in my promo, to bad I didn’t get a chance to check yours out though, I didn’t want to waste a good nap on something so long and boring.

#BOOM.

Take it how you want to, but I’ll never let anyone run me away from a company or trying to break me down with words, save all that talk for a phone conversation or someone who wants to listen, but if you throwing shots at me than MEET ME IN THE RING, fuck that talking back and forth, when you open your mouth on some disrespectful shit, then be prepared to get your ass kicked.

Jerry, I won’t hold back on you at all, we both have common similarities, both new to the APW world and both have wins on our records, so I know on Monday you’ll be prepared to battle, but also be prepared to take this lost and as much as it sucks for you to have to suffer your first lost at the hands of me, but maybe after me you can get back on track until we’re able to meet again.

This 3-0 is about to jump to 4-0 and once I hit 5, I wanted to be drafted or I want some sort of title shot or even a number one contender spot. Y’all want me to work hard, well give me good enough reason to work hard and stop putting me against these weak ass dudes. I want some competition; I want to be able to fear maybe losing when I know in reality it’ll never happen. I’m taking this sport and me rising to the top SO FUCKING SERIOUS that when the name London Carter is mentioned, y’all fuck heads get scared!


Portland, Oregon
The Marriott

The scene opens up inside the Marriott, London is shown in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed, he looks down at his phone staring at the screen, suddenly his phone vibrates and the number that pops up is one he doesn’t recognize. London hesitates at first, but then answers the phone call.

London:
Hello?

London can hear someone breathing on the phone, but no one answers. He yells out “Hello” again, and then threatens to end the call, before he could a voice barely responds with a “Hey” and from the tone of the women’s voice, he could tell something was wrong.

London:
Ma?

The woman on the phone acknowledges that she is indeed Jade Samson, she coughs, trying to clear her throat.

Jade:
Son?

London sighs.

London:
How did you get this number?.

Jade:
I got it from Jerome.

London:
So are you still in Rehab in San Diego or did you find an excuse to leave and go back on that shit?

Jade:
You know sometimes when I call you, I would like for you to actually treat me like your mother, I birthed you –

London pulls the phone away from his head, wanting to end the call, he decides to respond.

London:
I don’t even want to hear that bullshit right now because things will never be as good as you want them to be, especially if you’re still messing with them drugs, because I’m not about that hardcore drug life.

#NotAboutThatLife.

London:
And I honestly gave up on you after the fourth rehab stint, you’ve been in rehab more than fucking Lindsay Lohan and that shit still not working for you, and I’m always the one picking up the tab, but not this time.

Jade:
You think I’m calling you to ask you to pay for my rehab?

London:
I don’t know what it is you want, but if it deals with money then you can go somewhere else with that bullshit because I refuse to lend anything else out of my pocket to you or that foolish nigga Jerome.

This was my deal with Jade, I mean she was my mother at the end of the day but I couldn’t stand her. I honestly didn’t know her, I had only met her earlier this year and since then she’s had 3 stints in rehab and all of them I paid for.

And that shit not cheap.

I was already irritated from the shit that was going on with me and Anthony, and the fact that Jade was calling me made things worst. Every time I feel like I was getting away from her, for some reason she would pop back in my life with some sort of sob story. I wanted to hang the phone up so bad but I couldn’t help but sit back and listen to the sob story she was feeding me.

She didn’t like rehab and the food was terrible, I mean listen to the shit she was complaining about, I guess she rather be back in the streets of Philly, buying cocaine off the corner streets and eating whatever she wanted.

I had to smoke; talking to this woman would turn you into a drug addict, hell an alcoholic. I placed the phone on speaker and walked over to my weed box, it was time to roll me a blunt up and face yet another one to the head. I figure since I was going to be on the phone with her for a little while, why not get lifted?

Jade:
I’m trying my hardest to get better, not just for myself but for you to London. I really want a relationship with my son, with the rest of my family and I know I can’t do this until I get better, but you’ve been so sweet to me son and I want to Thank you.

London:
Each time I talk to you, you say the same thing over and over, so I never know what to believe Jade. I mean you say you want to get better and when everyone thinks you’re on the right track, something happens that brings those demons out of you again.

Jade:
You didn’t grow up in my household, the type of abuse I had to go through, the prostitution just so I can make enough money to pay bills and buy food, I had two kids taken away from Social Services because my life wasn’t on track and all I want is a chance to start over.

I wanted to cry, as much as I didn’t like Jade, I never was happy to hear the pain she went through in life. Luckily Jerome was able to get me away from her and have Sharon adopt me, because I feel as though if Sharon wouldn’t have taken the responsibility of being my mother, I to would be in foster care or maybe not be as lucky and blessed as I am today.

I was confused at the moment, I didn’t know exactly what this phone call was leading too and even though I felt the wall I had up against her coming down, I didn’t want her to know that. I finally finished rolling the blunt and in my ear all I can hear was the sobbing noises on the other end of the phone, I wanted to cry along with her but it wouldn’t have helped at all. I reached over for my lighter on the dresser and opened both patio doors so the smoke could flow throughout the room and outside in the sky. I took a couple puffs before interrupting my mother on the phone.

London:
Listen Jade, I have to train, so I can’t really talk right now. I’ll make sure I send you a few dollars and maybe on the days they let you guys out, you can maybe grab a burger or something and once I leave Portland, I’ll try to make it out to San Diego to see you.

Jade:
You mean that son?

London took the phone away from his ear, he shook his head in disbelief that he was actually being nice to her at the moment, but he knew she needed that more than anything. “Support”

London:
Just call me later tonight and we’ll talk.

Jade responds with telling London she “Loves him” but London just ends the call, he places his phone back on the bed and he lays back staring up at the ceiling and still smoking, blowing the smoke up in the sky as the scene fades to black.

Later that evening…

KNOCK … KNOCK

The scene opens up inside London’s hotel room, London is shown sprawled out across the bed, head on pillow and blunt still in hand, he looks up shaking his head and knocking some of the ash off of his shirt, he turns and looks at the clock and then jumps up when he hears another knock at the door. He adjusts his basketball shorts and pulls his beater down over his body before opening the door.

London:
What are you doing here?

Anthony walks in, bag in hand closing the door behind him. He leans over to London and kisses him gently on the lips before tossing his bag in the corner, he grabs London’s hand pulling him back into the bedroom, Anthony reaches for the blunt in London’s hand and lights it back up.

Anthony:
I wanted to be here to see you win another match.

London:
I mean it’s just a little awkward after what happened and plus I figured you would be with Anna right now, didn’t she just give birth?

Anthony:
She is in the hospital, but that dude with her so there’s no reason for me to be there and the baby isn’t mine anyway, I just wanted to be there for support.

London:
I can’t believe Anna lied to you over that shit, I mean if she can’t accept the fact you had feelings for me then so be it, she didn’t have to lie to you and try and keep you away from me.

Anthony:
She still loves me London and you have to understand all this is new to me, I mean it kind of shocked everyone that I was even dabbling in the gay lifestyle, but the fact me and you decided to have a full blown relationship was like a HUGE SHOCKER to everyone.

London:
It’s 2013 Anthony, its motherfucking GAY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD, and slowly but surely we are gaining our rights, I mean accept it or leave it the fuck be. I have no respect for that girl and I have no interest in meeting her, and honestly you should leave her the fuck alone because she’s only causing problems between me and you, and this relationship.

Anthony:
I didn’t come here to argue though London, I wanted to be here as your support system and I missed you so fucking much.

Anthony always knew what to say to make me feel a certain way, I mean just hours ago I hated this nigga and right now he is in my hotel room looking sexy as ever. I wanted to rip his clothes of and just go to work, but I had to keep my cool.

I needed to stay calm and collected, and I didn’t want to give in to this dude.

Anthony passed me the blunt and with that he started caressing my legs, I could feel his hand move up my shorts and back to my ass, he gripped on my ass pulling me closer to him, I couldn’t help but laugh.

But I knew what was up.

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