Post by DeMarcus Jordan on Jan 31, 2016 10:39:05 GMT -5
Whitey: What do you mean, kid, you got the information go confront those bastards.
DeMarcus Jordan: I have a lot on my mind right now Whitey, I don't have time to confront nobody.
DeMarcus was visiting his longest friend, Whitey, a chef at a small hamburger stand inside of a Citgo gas station. Whitey was referring to a information a Private Investigator had given DeMarcus a week prior as to who DeMarcus's parents were. DeMarcus, as you may or may not know, came up through foster care, never really having parents or a place to call home. Since joining the WCF roster, DeMarcus has coming into enough money to find out who they were and more importantly, who he was. However, DeMarcus had yet to look at the forms inside of the envelope given to him by the Private Investigator, unsure if he wanted to know.
DeMarcus Jordan: Besides I have a match that I have to focus on anyway. Maybe after that.
Whitey: DeMar-
DeMarcus Jordan: Blacky. You are Whitey and I am Blacky. Can we just keep things the way they have always been?
Whitey took a deep breath, and let out a very heavy sigh. He ran his hand through his curley, white hair. His hand we with the sweat that only a guy who worked a grill knew about. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a burger on a paper plate. It had two bottom buns, as the first bun was comepletely soakd with grease. He layed the burger out for DeMarcus, who just looked at it and put his hand to his face.
Whitey: DeMarcus. Look. I have known you since you was a young boy, haven't I?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah.
Whitey: I would like to think that I know you pretty damn well, no?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah...yeah sure.
Whitey: All your life you have been wondering who your pops and mother were. All your life you wondered why they did it, why they left you alone like that, haven't you?
DeMarcus Jordan: Well, yeah but Whitey I am tr-
Whitey: NO! DeMarcus no excuses. I understand that this is hard for you but you have questions that need answers. Go home, get that information, and fucking go confront them and find out why they decided you weren't good enough for them.
DeMarcus stares down at the burger, his eyes becoming little pools of tears. He picks at the top bun a little bit, tearing the pieces of bread away and tossing it down on the plate, which was now becoming one big giant grease stain. The door jingled and three young black men walked into the gas station. Laughing and being somewhat rambuncious, they walk throughout the store, making their way closer and closer to DeMarcus. He wipes the tears that had yet to fall out of his eyes away just as the boys reached him.
Boy 1: YO! Thats DeMarcus Jordan from the WCF man!
Boy 2: Who?
Boy 1: DeMarcus Jordan. He is a wrestler.
Boy 3: Wrestling is fucking gay man.
Boy 1: Hey fuck you, your gay faggot.
DeMarcus looked up at Whitey, a look he has given Whitey quite a few times before, a look that Whitey knew all too well. He shook his head no at DeMarcus.
Boy 3: Hey fuck you!
Boy 2: You both are stupid.
Boy 1: Look at this fucking faggot.
Boy 2: I am not.
Boy 3: Wrestling is gay man.
Boy 1: Nah fucker. DeMarcus Jordan, thats my mother fucking Nigga.
DeMarcus flashed Whitey eyes that Whitey knew he couldn't stop DeMarcus from what he was about to do next. DeMarcus turned toward the boys.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hey young fellas, how old are you guys?
Boy 1: Oh shit. Uh, 19 man. Hey-
But thats all he could get out as DeMarcus landed a straight jab right to the boys nose. He doubled back as the third boy came running toward DeMarcus, who ducked the punch, and came back with a knock out swing, sending the third boy down, hard. DeMarcus turned toward the first boy and grabbed his throat, pinning him up against the freezer doors. He got right in his face, so close the boy could feel DeMarcus's tiny spit droplets as he spoke.
DeMarcus Jordan: First of all you little bitch, faggot is a mother fucking offensive word. Secondly, I ain't nobodies 'nigga', you fucking understand?
Boy 1: Yeah, mean, yeah, I get it. I won't say it no more.
DeMarcus Jordan: Good you mother fucker. Now get your boy over there, and don't fucking come back here.
DeMarcus throws the boy to the ground, who scrambles up to his feet and tries to grab his friend. The second boy, who didn't say anything offensive, stands there looking shocked. DeMarcus gives him a look which sends him running out of the gas station. DeMarcus turns back to Whitey.
Whitey: DeMarcus god damnit, you can't just be beating up all the young guys who come in here and say the N word god damnit.
DeMarcus Jordan: Why the fuck not? I am trying to end the hate, not contribute.
Whitey: By beating up the fuckers who speak like that? No. Thats not how its done.
DeMarcus Jordan: Fuck you Whitey, you're not my daddy.
Whitey: Yeah well look here you little FUCK, I am the closest fucking think you have to a father, you fucking get it? You are too fucking scared to find out who your fucking dad really is, remember?
DeMarcus Jordan: Hey FUCK you man.
Whitey: You are gonna get yourself in trouble acting like that DeMarcus. Just like when we first met, and I told your ass, you don't provoke change by being a bastard and beating people up. You have to educate, DeMarcus. Educate.
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah. Yeah alright you are right Whitey. Educate. Oh shit! I gotta run. Thanks Whitey.
Whitey: Where you going?
DeMarcus Jordan: I will see you later.
DeMarcus runs out of the gas station. But one second later he runs back in and grabs the incredibly grease soaked plate his burger sits on and he runs back out of the place. The scene fades away.
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DeMarcus Jordan is standing in a dimly lit studio, rubbing his hands together. He is dressed in a three piece suit, ready for his fight at Fifteen. Oh yeah you betcha.
DeMarcus: Jordan Wolfram is a mother fucking bigoted asshole. But maybe, just maybe, if he knew more about the history of the African American, he might respect us a little more. A good friend once told me that to promote change, you didn't use aggression, you used education.
Let us not forget Bishop Richard Allen, a man who is considered to be the founder of the Black Church. Born into slavery in Philadelphia, Allen was allowed to buy his freedom at the age of 20. Ordained a Methodist minister in 1784, he became increasingly put off by the racist segregation of the white Methodist community. He responded by founding the AME, first as a local congregation and then uniting with a group of churches from surrounding cities to form the first black denomination in the United States. Elected as the institution's first Bishop, Allen was a major influence in the development of black cultural identity and an inspiration for future generations of leaders who would use the church as major force for organization and unification in the black community
Bishop William J. Seymour, who from 1906 to 1909, preached his radical form of Christianity from a run-down building in Los Angeles. His church was the host to thousands of visiting ministers, many of whom incorporated Seymour's teachings about experiencing the Holy Spirit when they returned to their own congregations. The event became known as the Azusa Street Revival and is largely credited as the origin point for the modern Pentecostal or charismatic movement.
Called to the clergy at age 16, James Cone has dedicated his life to confronting racism in the United States through his experiences in ministry, education, and authorship. His work largely focused on analyzing the compatibility of Christianity with the multiple philosophies of the black civil rights movement. In 1970, Cone published his landmark work, A Black Theology of Liberation, taking a radical new look at Christianity through the pained lens of the oppressed black community in America.
The long-time Dean of Chapels and Theology at Morehouse College and Boston University, Howard Thurman was a major proponent of nonviolent protest as a primary tactic in the movement for black civil rights. While leading a delegation to South Asia in 1936, Thurman spoke at length with Mahatma Gandhi about his experiences with nonviolence. This conversation would have a strong influence on Thurman's work for the entirety of his career. His seminal work, the 1949 book Jesus and the Disinherited, would be a major influence Martin Luther King, Jr. and other black religious leaders.
Benjamin Elijah Mays was a frequent and vocal critic of segregation and racism in America. He was an important early mentor to many of the civil rights leaders who were products of the black colleges including Martin Luther King, Jr. Additionally, his written work and widespread respect in the academic community helped to coalesce support for the civil rights movement among the nation's intellectual elite.
A prolific composer, Thomas A. Dorsey spent his early career playing and singing the blues. However, after undergoing a spiritual conversion and experiencing the tragic death of his wife and child, Dorsey forsook popular music and focused his work on religious music like the song, "Precious Lord, Take My Hand." He toured for many years with Mahalia Jackson and penned hits that would usher in the popularity of many of the era's biggest stars including Sister Rosetta Thorpe and Elvis Presley.
I am doing this, Jordan, so you can see that Black people just like White people have had an impact on the religious community. Through history there has been many, many atrosicites committed on this Earth in the name of God. The mother fucking crusades with killed 1 to 3 million people was a Christian atrocity committed in the name of God for crying out loud. But Jordan, you believe that this is something that is what, necessary? Do you know what The Inquisition was, Jordan. To sum it up, those who didn't follow what the church said, including Muslims, Jews, and Protestants, were found, questioned, and killed. This shows the corruption of the Catholic Church in the Middle Ages and Renaissance.
All of these murders, all of these fucking crimes committed in the name of God. What does God say about murder?
DeMarcus pulls out, you guessed it, the bible. He starts flipping through, trying to find the passage he had marked previous to this.
DeMarcus Jordan: Exodus 20:13 YOU SHALL NOT MURDER! Leviticus 24:17, Whoever takes a human life shall be put to death. So this religion, which is so against murder would condone such murderous acts like that? But you are just, ok with that? You don't care to look at the history of your fucked up religion to find the inaccuracies, you don't care about the fact that the bible tells you to do one thing, but your fucking leaders tell you something else. You support a dying institution, Jordan. Your fight is coming to an end, this Sunday, at fifteen.
The great Reverend King was a pacifist. He didn't believe in violent protest or violent ways of getting your point across, Jordan. But here is the thing, Martin Luther King Jr. was never DeMarcus Jordan. Martin Luther King Jr was never confronted by a mother fucker like you. Martin Luther King Jr wasn't in my position. I have a great position here Jordan. I have the chance to whoop your mother fucking ass up and down the fucking ramp, all over the stage, and of course, in the ring. Which is exactly what I am going to do. I am going end the hatred that is Jordan Wolfram. You understand that, Jordan?
The best thing about it, its not because you are a bigoted mother fucker. Its not because you whipped me, and tazed me, and made my life fucking hell over the past month. Its not because of that, you piece of shit. Its really simple. Its because I am better than you. All the garbage that you have decided to do to me means NOTHING. Here is the fucking truth, Jordan. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. You are nothing but a fucking stepping stone on my way to the fucking top. Plain and mother fucking simple. You mean absolutely nothing. And you will always, always, mean nothing.
You mean be the better wrestler, Jordan, no doubts about that, but I am the better fighter. And at fifteen, we aren't wrestling mother fucker. We are fighting. Get ready for it. cause its happening. And when I grow and become the top fucking dog around here, you are going to fall flat on your face, AGAIN, and you are going to see a black man go on to great things. I know that that is going to boil your blood more than anything. I can't think of a better thing to fuck with you about, me, a black man, becoming bigger than you could ever imagine to be in this company. Yeah, thats going to be the way I really defeat your ass.
DeMarcus smirks as he walks out of the shot.
DeMarcus Jordan: I have a lot on my mind right now Whitey, I don't have time to confront nobody.
DeMarcus was visiting his longest friend, Whitey, a chef at a small hamburger stand inside of a Citgo gas station. Whitey was referring to a information a Private Investigator had given DeMarcus a week prior as to who DeMarcus's parents were. DeMarcus, as you may or may not know, came up through foster care, never really having parents or a place to call home. Since joining the WCF roster, DeMarcus has coming into enough money to find out who they were and more importantly, who he was. However, DeMarcus had yet to look at the forms inside of the envelope given to him by the Private Investigator, unsure if he wanted to know.
DeMarcus Jordan: Besides I have a match that I have to focus on anyway. Maybe after that.
Whitey: DeMar-
DeMarcus Jordan: Blacky. You are Whitey and I am Blacky. Can we just keep things the way they have always been?
Whitey took a deep breath, and let out a very heavy sigh. He ran his hand through his curley, white hair. His hand we with the sweat that only a guy who worked a grill knew about. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a burger on a paper plate. It had two bottom buns, as the first bun was comepletely soakd with grease. He layed the burger out for DeMarcus, who just looked at it and put his hand to his face.
Whitey: DeMarcus. Look. I have known you since you was a young boy, haven't I?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah.
Whitey: I would like to think that I know you pretty damn well, no?
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah...yeah sure.
Whitey: All your life you have been wondering who your pops and mother were. All your life you wondered why they did it, why they left you alone like that, haven't you?
DeMarcus Jordan: Well, yeah but Whitey I am tr-
Whitey: NO! DeMarcus no excuses. I understand that this is hard for you but you have questions that need answers. Go home, get that information, and fucking go confront them and find out why they decided you weren't good enough for them.
DeMarcus stares down at the burger, his eyes becoming little pools of tears. He picks at the top bun a little bit, tearing the pieces of bread away and tossing it down on the plate, which was now becoming one big giant grease stain. The door jingled and three young black men walked into the gas station. Laughing and being somewhat rambuncious, they walk throughout the store, making their way closer and closer to DeMarcus. He wipes the tears that had yet to fall out of his eyes away just as the boys reached him.
Boy 1: YO! Thats DeMarcus Jordan from the WCF man!
Boy 2: Who?
Boy 1: DeMarcus Jordan. He is a wrestler.
Boy 3: Wrestling is fucking gay man.
Boy 1: Hey fuck you, your gay faggot.
DeMarcus looked up at Whitey, a look he has given Whitey quite a few times before, a look that Whitey knew all too well. He shook his head no at DeMarcus.
Boy 3: Hey fuck you!
Boy 2: You both are stupid.
Boy 1: Look at this fucking faggot.
Boy 2: I am not.
Boy 3: Wrestling is gay man.
Boy 1: Nah fucker. DeMarcus Jordan, thats my mother fucking Nigga.
DeMarcus flashed Whitey eyes that Whitey knew he couldn't stop DeMarcus from what he was about to do next. DeMarcus turned toward the boys.
DeMarcus Jordan: Hey young fellas, how old are you guys?
Boy 1: Oh shit. Uh, 19 man. Hey-
But thats all he could get out as DeMarcus landed a straight jab right to the boys nose. He doubled back as the third boy came running toward DeMarcus, who ducked the punch, and came back with a knock out swing, sending the third boy down, hard. DeMarcus turned toward the first boy and grabbed his throat, pinning him up against the freezer doors. He got right in his face, so close the boy could feel DeMarcus's tiny spit droplets as he spoke.
DeMarcus Jordan: First of all you little bitch, faggot is a mother fucking offensive word. Secondly, I ain't nobodies 'nigga', you fucking understand?
Boy 1: Yeah, mean, yeah, I get it. I won't say it no more.
DeMarcus Jordan: Good you mother fucker. Now get your boy over there, and don't fucking come back here.
DeMarcus throws the boy to the ground, who scrambles up to his feet and tries to grab his friend. The second boy, who didn't say anything offensive, stands there looking shocked. DeMarcus gives him a look which sends him running out of the gas station. DeMarcus turns back to Whitey.
Whitey: DeMarcus god damnit, you can't just be beating up all the young guys who come in here and say the N word god damnit.
DeMarcus Jordan: Why the fuck not? I am trying to end the hate, not contribute.
Whitey: By beating up the fuckers who speak like that? No. Thats not how its done.
DeMarcus Jordan: Fuck you Whitey, you're not my daddy.
Whitey: Yeah well look here you little FUCK, I am the closest fucking think you have to a father, you fucking get it? You are too fucking scared to find out who your fucking dad really is, remember?
DeMarcus Jordan: Hey FUCK you man.
Whitey: You are gonna get yourself in trouble acting like that DeMarcus. Just like when we first met, and I told your ass, you don't provoke change by being a bastard and beating people up. You have to educate, DeMarcus. Educate.
DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah. Yeah alright you are right Whitey. Educate. Oh shit! I gotta run. Thanks Whitey.
Whitey: Where you going?
DeMarcus Jordan: I will see you later.
DeMarcus runs out of the gas station. But one second later he runs back in and grabs the incredibly grease soaked plate his burger sits on and he runs back out of the place. The scene fades away.
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DeMarcus Jordan is standing in a dimly lit studio, rubbing his hands together. He is dressed in a three piece suit, ready for his fight at Fifteen. Oh yeah you betcha.
DeMarcus: Jordan Wolfram is a mother fucking bigoted asshole. But maybe, just maybe, if he knew more about the history of the African American, he might respect us a little more. A good friend once told me that to promote change, you didn't use aggression, you used education.
Let us not forget Bishop Richard Allen, a man who is considered to be the founder of the Black Church. Born into slavery in Philadelphia, Allen was allowed to buy his freedom at the age of 20. Ordained a Methodist minister in 1784, he became increasingly put off by the racist segregation of the white Methodist community. He responded by founding the AME, first as a local congregation and then uniting with a group of churches from surrounding cities to form the first black denomination in the United States. Elected as the institution's first Bishop, Allen was a major influence in the development of black cultural identity and an inspiration for future generations of leaders who would use the church as major force for organization and unification in the black community
Bishop William J. Seymour, who from 1906 to 1909, preached his radical form of Christianity from a run-down building in Los Angeles. His church was the host to thousands of visiting ministers, many of whom incorporated Seymour's teachings about experiencing the Holy Spirit when they returned to their own congregations. The event became known as the Azusa Street Revival and is largely credited as the origin point for the modern Pentecostal or charismatic movement.
Called to the clergy at age 16, James Cone has dedicated his life to confronting racism in the United States through his experiences in ministry, education, and authorship. His work largely focused on analyzing the compatibility of Christianity with the multiple philosophies of the black civil rights movement. In 1970, Cone published his landmark work, A Black Theology of Liberation, taking a radical new look at Christianity through the pained lens of the oppressed black community in America.
The long-time Dean of Chapels and Theology at Morehouse College and Boston University, Howard Thurman was a major proponent of nonviolent protest as a primary tactic in the movement for black civil rights. While leading a delegation to South Asia in 1936, Thurman spoke at length with Mahatma Gandhi about his experiences with nonviolence. This conversation would have a strong influence on Thurman's work for the entirety of his career. His seminal work, the 1949 book Jesus and the Disinherited, would be a major influence Martin Luther King, Jr. and other black religious leaders.
Benjamin Elijah Mays was a frequent and vocal critic of segregation and racism in America. He was an important early mentor to many of the civil rights leaders who were products of the black colleges including Martin Luther King, Jr. Additionally, his written work and widespread respect in the academic community helped to coalesce support for the civil rights movement among the nation's intellectual elite.
A prolific composer, Thomas A. Dorsey spent his early career playing and singing the blues. However, after undergoing a spiritual conversion and experiencing the tragic death of his wife and child, Dorsey forsook popular music and focused his work on religious music like the song, "Precious Lord, Take My Hand." He toured for many years with Mahalia Jackson and penned hits that would usher in the popularity of many of the era's biggest stars including Sister Rosetta Thorpe and Elvis Presley.
I am doing this, Jordan, so you can see that Black people just like White people have had an impact on the religious community. Through history there has been many, many atrosicites committed on this Earth in the name of God. The mother fucking crusades with killed 1 to 3 million people was a Christian atrocity committed in the name of God for crying out loud. But Jordan, you believe that this is something that is what, necessary? Do you know what The Inquisition was, Jordan. To sum it up, those who didn't follow what the church said, including Muslims, Jews, and Protestants, were found, questioned, and killed. This shows the corruption of the Catholic Church in the Middle Ages and Renaissance.
All of these murders, all of these fucking crimes committed in the name of God. What does God say about murder?
DeMarcus pulls out, you guessed it, the bible. He starts flipping through, trying to find the passage he had marked previous to this.
DeMarcus Jordan: Exodus 20:13 YOU SHALL NOT MURDER! Leviticus 24:17, Whoever takes a human life shall be put to death. So this religion, which is so against murder would condone such murderous acts like that? But you are just, ok with that? You don't care to look at the history of your fucked up religion to find the inaccuracies, you don't care about the fact that the bible tells you to do one thing, but your fucking leaders tell you something else. You support a dying institution, Jordan. Your fight is coming to an end, this Sunday, at fifteen.
The great Reverend King was a pacifist. He didn't believe in violent protest or violent ways of getting your point across, Jordan. But here is the thing, Martin Luther King Jr. was never DeMarcus Jordan. Martin Luther King Jr was never confronted by a mother fucker like you. Martin Luther King Jr wasn't in my position. I have a great position here Jordan. I have the chance to whoop your mother fucking ass up and down the fucking ramp, all over the stage, and of course, in the ring. Which is exactly what I am going to do. I am going end the hatred that is Jordan Wolfram. You understand that, Jordan?
The best thing about it, its not because you are a bigoted mother fucker. Its not because you whipped me, and tazed me, and made my life fucking hell over the past month. Its not because of that, you piece of shit. Its really simple. Its because I am better than you. All the garbage that you have decided to do to me means NOTHING. Here is the fucking truth, Jordan. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. You are nothing but a fucking stepping stone on my way to the fucking top. Plain and mother fucking simple. You mean absolutely nothing. And you will always, always, mean nothing.
You mean be the better wrestler, Jordan, no doubts about that, but I am the better fighter. And at fifteen, we aren't wrestling mother fucker. We are fighting. Get ready for it. cause its happening. And when I grow and become the top fucking dog around here, you are going to fall flat on your face, AGAIN, and you are going to see a black man go on to great things. I know that that is going to boil your blood more than anything. I can't think of a better thing to fuck with you about, me, a black man, becoming bigger than you could ever imagine to be in this company. Yeah, thats going to be the way I really defeat your ass.
DeMarcus smirks as he walks out of the shot.
