On the Streets

[campbell]

This is what he seen every day. This is where he grew up. On the streets of Brooklyn, New York. Guns, drugs and death was basically all he seen day in and day out. Building fallin apart, families homeless. It got old day by day. But being from these same streets, the city really didnt give a damn about him, nor anyone else for that matter....

Ali was on his way downtown to pay a fine on a speeding ticket he owed. He planned on getting out of New York...but really hadnt heard about or found a place to go. His brother was back at the apartment...doin his thing. Whatever that was....but he had to get this fine outta the way to stay a free man.

He cruises down the street, watching the kids playing....the dealers dealin....that kinda shit pissed him off. He pulled the car over...got out and made his way over to the deal...yelling on his way over there..

Come on nigga...take that shit some place else...damn...dealin in front of kids homie...you lost yo mind?

The 'recievers' of the deal took off with both the money and the drugs....

Ali stopped there...the dealer reachin behind him..most likely pullin out a gun...Same ole' shit...just a different day. Ali ran back to his car as the dude began shootin at the 2 running off...then took off after them.

He started the car back up and continued drivin...pullin up in front of the courthouse a few minutes later. Packed as always. He stood there, waitin his turn in line...comotion about...people talking bout random things....

About half an hour passes before his turn comes up. He walks up to the window and pulls out his ID.

Whatcha here for sir?

I gots this fine...speedin ticket...wanna get it outta the way so I aint gotta go to court next week.

ID please.

He hands the chick his license. She check it into the computer...and tells him the total. He hands her the money, and grabs his ID and leaves. Finally the damn thing was cleared. He had to get back to the apartment before him and his brother had to be back downtown for a match against two rookies. It was to be therir last wrestling match before they were ready for the pro's. A few places they had heard about were hiring...but one was outta the country...and the other wasnt worth the time. Hopefully they'd get word of a new place opening within the next few months or so.

Back at the apartment...he opens the door to his brother sittin there infront of the TV....

Hey cuz...we gotta be back downtown in 'bout a hour. You got anything planned before we leave, you need to get it done now.

He drops his keys on the counter and makes his way to the chair on the other side of the room....waiting for his brothers response.

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[dcampbell]

"Shhhh...nukka....I'm watching Atlanta's game from two weeks ago on ESPN2. Your ass done made me miss it the first time. Ain't gonna happen again....We up by two points with only six minutes left..."

Ali shakes his head at DeAngelo...

"Yeah, I know...I know...Atlanta loses...but shit, can't I at least pretend they gonna win?"

DeAngelo, sporting Atlanta Falcons jersey number twenty-one, which is his favorite player DeAngelo Hall, puts his full attention back to the game....

"Man, that should be me in there. I would tear it up at Quarterback. Vick may have been a dumbass and screwed himself over...but I woulda known how to handle myself...Shit, Leftwich can't carry the Faclons...thats fo sho...."

At one point in his life, DeAngelo actually had a chance to be in those very shoes he desired to be in now. Well, sort of. He was an All-Star quarterback on his high school team. Broke his school's passing touchdown record and most passing yards in a season record. Of course, it helped tremendously that he always had his brother set at widereciever to catch almost every pass he ever threw to him. These boys were good, good enough to even receive a couple of scholarships.

DeAngelo had planned on going to KU....Ali, to MU. It would have been interesting to say the least, and it would have finally gotten them out of New York. Sadly though, during Ali's senior year, DeAngelo's junior year, their mother was brutally murdered. Forcing them to both drop out of high school and start supporting themselves. Shattering any dreams they ever had of playing College ball, and eventually maybe even making it to the NFL....

"Damn daaaaawg....Freaking Reggie Bush man. Dudes got skills...but why he gotta show them off against the ATL? Forget it....I'm done with this game...."

DeAngelo walks over to the television and shuts it off. He then proceeds over to the fridge and removes a can of strawberry Welchs.

"So where we rollin to homie? I didn't know we had plans today..."

[campbell]

Come on cuz...dont tell me ya forgot. We gots our last match in that tournament tonight. Member, we win like $5000 if we win the match...that gives us plenty to get outta this shit hole man.

Standing from his chair...he heads down to the bathroom, leaving the door open, he continues to talk to DeAngelo.

Hear me out on this. On my way downtown earlier...this bitch was selling some crack or something right in front of these lil' kids man. If moms woulda seen that shit...man...I dont even wanna think what'd happen to that dude fo' real...

He finishes his piss....flushes the toilet and washes his hands.He walks out the batthroom, heading back to the front of the apartment....all the while continuing to talk.

Damn...how longs it been since that nigga shot her ?

[dcampbell]

"Man, why you gotta bring that shit up? You know damn well it'll be three years from this Halloween. We need to visit her grave man....I know, you hate it just as much as I do. But if we leave this place...It might be our last chance...Leave her some flowers or somethin, ya know?..."

DeAngelo downs his soda and tosses the can in a nearby trash can. Removing his Falcons jersey, he now only has on a long sleeve black t-shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans. Taking a seat back on the couch, he slips on a pair of socks and begins looking around for his shoes.

"Shit man....Moms woulda laid into that crack dealer, fo' real. Niggas lucky she ain't around no mo'. Bless her soul...."

Finally finding his shoes, he slowly slips them on and lays back for a moment. Now looking up at the ceiling...

"So, you know anything about our opponents tonight? They gonna be much of a challenge, or think we can just run through um like the rest?"

[campbell]

I know man...we'll head over after the match or somethin'. I still wanna get ahold of the bitch that pulled the trigga man....I cant stand him runnin free.

He grabs his leather jacket from off the back of the door, and his keys off the counter..

Truth be told man, Im not even sure if they from Brooklyn, De'. Fo real...I think they from upstate or something...hell I'm not even sure what the dudes names are....

He begins headin over to the door....but stops and looks back at DeAngelo.

You comin nigga?....Hell....I could prolly take em on my own...but your ass needs to be there too..if you wanna get outta here.

[dcampbell]

"Yeah....yeah....I'm comin..."

He wasn't ready for this at all. He loved the sport, loved wrestling. Something today just didn't feel right though. Maybe it was just that it was so close to the anniversary of the day he lost his mom. Whatever it was, something was really bringing DeAngelo down today....

Pushing himself up from the couch, he slowly makes his way over to the door. Looking back into the apartment...

"The next time we walk through this door...We're gonna be $5000 dollars richer....."

With that, they exit the building and make their way to their car...

"Man, I really don't feel like driving today...Think you can handle it?"

[campbell]

He could tell by looking at his brother...that he would prolly have to win this match himself tonight. But things could change by the time they got there.

Aight man...lets go...get this money...and get the hell outta here. Gotta be there in like 30 minutes...but you know the way these fuckin streets are man...it'll take that entire 30 minutes just to get there. Find a CD or somethin man...you know I love to make an entrance be known!

He starts the car, and head down the road. People up and about...doin they own thing...while the trunk of Ali's car drowns out all noise around. Cruisin along...he sees the same dude he stopped earlier in the day...

Thats that dude right there cuz...that nigga was the one seelin the crack in front of those kids...

Instead of stoppin this time...he continues driving. About 15 minutes later they pull up in front of the building...

You ready for this brudda?

[dcampbell]

"Always brudda...."

With that, they exited the car. De' doing a few stretches outside of the vehicle.

"So, how much time we got now man? Should be starting soon, right? Oh...and I get to start this match, ok? You beat the livin' hell outta those nobodies last week. Now, its my time..."

De' gives a sly wink to his brother as he continues his stretches...

[campbell]

Whatever floats ya boat man...come on...we got like five minutes until the match starts.

They walk into the building, cheers heard clear from the back of the building. Several of the tournament staff came up to the two brothers...letting them know that their match was next...and that they needed to hurry.

they continued to walk through the building...until the music operator guy motioned for them to enter the small arena. Changes by Tupac starts up...and the two, who had yet to be defeated in the tournament, hence why they were fighting for the $5000 ermerged from the back onto the home made ramp. Few fans there were, but they all loved the Campbellz. They both recieved pats...and congratz on making it to the finals.....and then they entered the ring.

The two guys they were fighting had already entered...so the match was a go!

Ali stepped through the ropes to take his place on the apron, ready to be tagged at any time. De' took his stance and the bell rang. The first guy in the ring for the other team name was Timmy. De' and Tim locked up...fighting to gain control of the other. De' locked him in a headlock, and did a hip toss while holding the headlock. Tim made his way back up....trying to get out of the hold. He backed De' up against the ropes, and pushed him to a run at the other side. De' did a shoulder block knocking him back down. De' then ran against the ropes and did a leg drop. He then picked Tim up and he did an eye rake to De'. Tim tags in his partner Jerry. He connected with a clothesline on De' then drug him back over to his corner, tagging Timmy back in. they did a double team move, then Timmy locked in sleeper hold. De' struggled for a moment, then made his way back up, connecting with a few punches to the gut, then ran towards the ropes, only to receive another clothesline. He made his way back to his feet, and Timmy and De' started trading punches. De' took control for a moment, before irish whipped to the corner. Tim ran at him, only to be hit with a clothesline. Both men are down. De' makes his way back to his corner but not before Jerry is tagged in. The moment Ali got tagged in, the match was basically over. He clotheslined Jerry a couple times, then knocked Tim off the apron, forcing him to hit the barrier fence on the outside, knocking him out of the match. Ali then runs back to Jerry, taking him down with a scoop slam. He climbs the turnbuckle and hits a diving elbow. Then he picks Jery up..kicks him in the mid-section...and does a Pedigree type move to him, and goes for the pin...1...2...3....The bell signals the match has ended.

Finally making their way to the back...the sponser of the tournament hands them the check for $5000.....and congratulates them on the win. Along with the check came a video of the match....so they could send it to a professional federation..and try to become pros.

Leaving the arena....Ali stops next to the car...

This is the plan cuz...hit the bank tomorrow...then we leavin town for good. I never wanna come back to this place again, but right now...we gonna pay moms a lil respect one last time.

[dcampbell]

Still running off the energy from their match, DeAngelo can't seem to stand still as the two men now stand at their car.

"Yeah, I hear ya on that. Sooner we get outta here, the better. Yo, you got any money on ya homey? Ha, other than that five three zero we just scored. I wanna buy moms some flowers or somethin, but my ass is broke. Spent my last few bucks gettin a cherry limeaide at Sonic earlier....Crazy ass white chicks were all lookin at me like I was homeless or some shit cuz I was countin out dimes to pay um...."

DeAngelo slowly opens the car door, swinging one foot inside. He now leans over the top of the car....

"One question though bro....Where we gonna go?"

[campbell]

Ali opens his door as De's talkin...

Tell ya the truth man...I havent a damn clue as to where were going....Ima send this tape into this chick named Candice tomorrow before we leave though, She ran this company up in Toronto this past year...so I think she might be doin some hirin cuz.

And yeah...I gots a lil bit of pocket money....$20 or so. Were gonna head over there before we hit moms grave. And what the fuck you payin with dimes nigga....you know you aint gonna get no ass doin taht shit cuz

[dcampbell]

"Man, I was thirsty bro. All I had was pocket change though....And like I really need to be gettin any more ass. Got bitches lined up around the block clamin I they babies daddy....Don't need no more of that...Specially from some little ass white chicks...They can't even handle this shit....."

Finally fully entering the car, DeAngelo pulls the car door shut behind him. He now sits there waiting for Ali to start the engine up. It was cold as hell out and he only hoped the cars heat would work tonight, as it only did on occasions....

"So...this Candice chick...Think she can get us into the big times man? Damn...Candice....sounds like a fine piece o' ass there....yeah...."

[campbell]

Yeah man...from what I hear, she a tough one though...so if we meet her...ya might wanna keep a low profile.

Ali starts the car. Heat kicks on...radio turned on...and they ready to go. They head down the street...making their way to the flourist before they closed.