Post by The Circle Television Network on Mar 14, 2020 22:58:51 GMT -5
Chris Collins, resident Chill interviewer and self-professed ‘wrestling historian’ looked around the richly decorated CTN office of Maleek Raheem. The executive’s office seemed to be a shrine to his success in the media industry. There were a myriad of awards and photographs with him poising next to famous musicians, actors, and sports personalities. His face graced numerous framed magazine covers, with him as wrestler, a manager, and an executive.
Chris let out a whistle as he sat back in his seat. “You certainly have quite the resume Mr. Raheem! You’ve accomplished a lot!”
Raheem sat back in his chair and smiled at the complement. “Yeah, I been about getting’ that paper for a while now! I came up from nothin’, scrappin’, fightin’, doing what I had to do to make it.” Raheem’s mood darkened, “All that, and I gotta put up wit’ a wife that don’t support me but “won’t let my black ass go! That’s why I gotta put hands on her ass one more time on Monday night!”
“I have to admit…” Chris shook his head, “…this thing between you and Maria seems pretty far off the charts! I mean, I’ve seen married people at each other’s throats before, but this is a whole other level!”
Raheem nodded, shrugging his shoulder. “You know, I use to sit in here and look at all this stuff and think to myself; ‘Boy, you done did yo’ thang! You made it brotha! You really, really made it!’ But, this shit with Maria done made me realize that no matter how hard I work…no matter how much success I achieve, at the end of the day that shit don’t mean nothin’ and I can be brought down and made to look like a fuckin’ nobody!” Raheem shook his head with a smirk, “It’s a goddamn tragedy brotha! People should envy me, like you! But now…I’m no better than the whack ass fans that are gonna be in the crowd, booin’ the fuck outta me!”
Chris could only blink at him, “Well, to be fair…most fans see you as the bad guy in all this.”
Raheem ran his hands down his face, giving a hard sigh. “The fuckin’ fans need to get a goddamn clue! Instead of booin’ me, they need to get behind me an be on my side in all this! I’m pretty much them anyway! Rootin’ against me is like rootin’ against your fuckin’ self!”
“You want to explain that?” Chris asks, his face screwing up into a mask of disbelief.
Raheem let out a chuckle. “They sittin’ in the crowd tryin’ to impress some asshole sittin’ next to them, like they shit don’t stink! Calling me a bad father and husband! FUCK ALL THAT! I’m just real in a way none of them want to admit to be!”
“I don’t think a lot of people would be clamoring to beat up their spouse or humiliate them on national television like you did to Maria.”
Raheem was quick to go on the offensive, “I did what I had to do! Anyone who say they wouldn’t, is a bold-faced liar! They need to be cheerin’ for me instead of Maria! What has she ever done, except push a baby outta her uterus?!” He gave a chuckle, “We cheerin’ that shit now, instead of a man who done busted his ass from jump? I’m the dude that has been wronged this whole time! I’m the one that is constantly being dissed! Here I am Chris…just an everyday man who wants all the good things that life has to offer! They shouldn’t boo me for that!”
“I think they are booing you for punching your wife in the face!”
Raheem held up his hands. “YO! Chill wit that! Maria was the one that got all savage on me in that match! I just wanted too teach her a lesson when she went back on her word and refused to sign the divorce papers! Where was all the boos when Maria made me look like an idiot? Is that what the fans relate to? Lyin’ and fuckin’ around?” Raheem let out a sigh of frustration. “On Monday night, I’ma beat her ass again, but this time when I do it, she gonna finally pack it in and give me my goddamn freedom!”
“That brings us to the million-dollar question.” Chris narrowed his eyes. “Who is going to be your partner on Monday night? Will we see a familiar face tagging with you, or are you going to bring in outside help?”
Raheem gave a devious grin. “You know what? I’ma give the fans somethin’ they can cheer and feel good about! On Chill, I’m gonna tag wit my own flesh and blood! On Monday night, my tag team partner is gonna be…MY SON, JT JUNIOR!”
Chris paused, waiting for the joke, but it never came. “You can’t be serious! You can’t have an infant as a partner!”
Raheem grinned, “Yo, this is a family affair and I think it’s only fair that it get settled between family members! Do you think the dumbass fans is gonna boo a baby?! THEY BETTER NOT BOO MY KID, I’LL SMACK TH’ FIRE OUTTA ALL THEY ASSES!” Raheem gestured towards the door. “Now…you go run, tell that! GO!”
Chris stood up, reluctantly…unable to believe what he had been told. Surely this couldn’t be right…could it?
We’d all find out on Chill…
Chris let out a whistle as he sat back in his seat. “You certainly have quite the resume Mr. Raheem! You’ve accomplished a lot!”
Raheem sat back in his chair and smiled at the complement. “Yeah, I been about getting’ that paper for a while now! I came up from nothin’, scrappin’, fightin’, doing what I had to do to make it.” Raheem’s mood darkened, “All that, and I gotta put up wit’ a wife that don’t support me but “won’t let my black ass go! That’s why I gotta put hands on her ass one more time on Monday night!”
“I have to admit…” Chris shook his head, “…this thing between you and Maria seems pretty far off the charts! I mean, I’ve seen married people at each other’s throats before, but this is a whole other level!”
Raheem nodded, shrugging his shoulder. “You know, I use to sit in here and look at all this stuff and think to myself; ‘Boy, you done did yo’ thang! You made it brotha! You really, really made it!’ But, this shit with Maria done made me realize that no matter how hard I work…no matter how much success I achieve, at the end of the day that shit don’t mean nothin’ and I can be brought down and made to look like a fuckin’ nobody!” Raheem shook his head with a smirk, “It’s a goddamn tragedy brotha! People should envy me, like you! But now…I’m no better than the whack ass fans that are gonna be in the crowd, booin’ the fuck outta me!”
Chris could only blink at him, “Well, to be fair…most fans see you as the bad guy in all this.”
Raheem ran his hands down his face, giving a hard sigh. “The fuckin’ fans need to get a goddamn clue! Instead of booin’ me, they need to get behind me an be on my side in all this! I’m pretty much them anyway! Rootin’ against me is like rootin’ against your fuckin’ self!”
“You want to explain that?” Chris asks, his face screwing up into a mask of disbelief.
Raheem let out a chuckle. “They sittin’ in the crowd tryin’ to impress some asshole sittin’ next to them, like they shit don’t stink! Calling me a bad father and husband! FUCK ALL THAT! I’m just real in a way none of them want to admit to be!”
“I don’t think a lot of people would be clamoring to beat up their spouse or humiliate them on national television like you did to Maria.”
Raheem was quick to go on the offensive, “I did what I had to do! Anyone who say they wouldn’t, is a bold-faced liar! They need to be cheerin’ for me instead of Maria! What has she ever done, except push a baby outta her uterus?!” He gave a chuckle, “We cheerin’ that shit now, instead of a man who done busted his ass from jump? I’m the dude that has been wronged this whole time! I’m the one that is constantly being dissed! Here I am Chris…just an everyday man who wants all the good things that life has to offer! They shouldn’t boo me for that!”
“I think they are booing you for punching your wife in the face!”
Raheem held up his hands. “YO! Chill wit that! Maria was the one that got all savage on me in that match! I just wanted too teach her a lesson when she went back on her word and refused to sign the divorce papers! Where was all the boos when Maria made me look like an idiot? Is that what the fans relate to? Lyin’ and fuckin’ around?” Raheem let out a sigh of frustration. “On Monday night, I’ma beat her ass again, but this time when I do it, she gonna finally pack it in and give me my goddamn freedom!”
“That brings us to the million-dollar question.” Chris narrowed his eyes. “Who is going to be your partner on Monday night? Will we see a familiar face tagging with you, or are you going to bring in outside help?”
Raheem gave a devious grin. “You know what? I’ma give the fans somethin’ they can cheer and feel good about! On Chill, I’m gonna tag wit my own flesh and blood! On Monday night, my tag team partner is gonna be…MY SON, JT JUNIOR!”
Chris paused, waiting for the joke, but it never came. “You can’t be serious! You can’t have an infant as a partner!”
Raheem grinned, “Yo, this is a family affair and I think it’s only fair that it get settled between family members! Do you think the dumbass fans is gonna boo a baby?! THEY BETTER NOT BOO MY KID, I’LL SMACK TH’ FIRE OUTTA ALL THEY ASSES!” Raheem gestured towards the door. “Now…you go run, tell that! GO!”
Chris stood up, reluctantly…unable to believe what he had been told. Surely this couldn’t be right…could it?
We’d all find out on Chill…
