The Heart of a Young Lightskin (Explosion part 2)

[SickWaves Blackamura]

Part 1: Tiny pieces 

Welcome back, fam. This is of course the second of two promos since you know, PPV calls for a second one and you already know damn well that we finna be bustin’ down that fourth wall, gettin’ all the people mad and shit that they can’t do it as good as we can. #LOL

: Is everybody okay?!

Oh yeah, some crazy shit just went down in this place. So me and Beavs was just hangin’ out and talkin’ some pre game smack and strategy type of shit while we was waitin’ on that grade a bbq to come out the kitchen. Comin’ out from underneath them tables was like hoppin’ out the shelter after a decade of hiding during the apocalypse. Everything just seemed to be a bit blurry and kinda off feeling. My first thought is of course the aging couple who I’ve known my entire life, gotta make sure the good people are alright.

: Andre, did you see anything?

Andre: Not much, Mr. Jones. It was pretty fast to be honest.

I don’t like lyin’ to people who don’t deserve it, but what Mr. and Mrs. Jones didn’t deserve was to have to worry about all this stupid hood rat shit. Yeah, I’m a dickhead from having to deal with shit like this, but there’s a sacred respect that is built up in this community between you and your elders from the time that you just a little kid. Even though I did see the car, I didn’t need to. It was definitely them muhfuckers that was followin’ me when I was at the club a few weeks back that Beaver had recommended I check out. Absolutely unbelievable that they’d actually stoop low enough to come shoot up local, lower class business like that. I guess some of them just never learn.

Mr. Jones: I don’t know how on Earth we supposed to replace these damn windows. It’s a real shame, people just ain’t raisin’ these kids right around here. Shame on them destroyin’ things like that. We could’ve been seriously hurt from that or worse even. Some people need to go to church a little more often.

Andre: Sorry you had to deal with that, Mr. Jones.

These is the type of people that keep a city together. All black kids would be doin’ shit like that if it wasn’t for the honest folks. The bags under their eyes and the genuine smiles and just bein’ as real as they come is probably the only thing that allowed a lot of us to have a chance at success if we chose to take it.

Mrs. Jones: This is just terrible. I don’t know how we supposed to replace all this. These tables, these windows, it’s all ruined.

It hits you pretty hard to see an old black woman with tears in her eyes. I don’t care who you is, that shit is real heavy.

Mrs. Jones: Marcus, how we supposed to be payin’ for all of this?

Mr. Jones: We gonna figure it out.

These are the moments when you try to give back however you can to help those that made you who you are.

Andre: You two should go ahead and close up shop for the day and call the cops, have them get out here and help you board this place up.

The look in Beaver’s eyes was the same as the few other customers that found themselves on the ground during the drive by, a mix of worry and confusion. We finished dusting ourselves off, wiping bits of glass from our pant legs as we turned towards the now barren metal frame of the front door.

Mr. Jones: Sorry that we couldn’t serve you, son. Come by sometime and the next lunch will be free on us.

Andre: You two don’t have to worry about that right now. Just stay safe.

The thought of these two struggling financially from the actions of some bullshit thugs is enough to make your stomach turn. I took a check from my pocket, filling it out with more than enough money for them to take care of repairs as well as help them out with other finances. The look of gratitude on Mrs. Jones face was something that I could really appreciate.

Mrs. Jones: God bless you, child.

After a couple of quick hugs, me and Beavs made our way out of the bbq place.

Beaver: Alright, now what the fuck was that all about?

I could tell he was pretty taken back by what had just happened. I guess that not everyone sees this kind of shit on a regular basis.

Andre: What was what?

Beaver: The fucking shooting, bro.

Andre: Look, that shit’s messed up, I know. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure that there are some people who are out to get me and that was them.

Beaver: Starting to sound a little bit like that fuck boy Eddie Felt right about now.

Andre: This ain’t no conspiracy though, man. You know that club you told me I should go check out awhile back?

Beaver: Yeah, what about it?

Andre: Well I ain’t told anyone what happened yet, but I probably should let you know since you’re here now.

Beaver: Why would somebody be out to get you?

Andre: Some shit to do with my brother Kev. I guess he had some shit with motherfuckers who didn’t get what they wanted out of him, so they decided to pull up on him and shoot his ass in the middle of the street when I was a kid. You know when people find out that you got yourself some money and might be able to get them whatever it is that they want, they start to take interest in you and what you’re doing and trust me, bruh, that ain’t really a good thing in my situation. They didn’t get what they wanted out of Kevin, so it looks like they decided to go after his now famous brother.

Beaver: Shit, that’s rough, man.

Andre: Yeah, it is what it is.

Beaver: How’d you find all this out?

Andre: Some weird nigga stopped me outside that place and gave me the tip that I needed to watch my back. I’ve seen that car pop up a few times since.

Beaver: Fuck..

Andre: I don’t know what the hell they end game is, but I’m gettin’ real sick of this shit.

Beaver: Just know that it’s not worth getting killed over, bro.

Andre: Yeah, that’s not happening. I’ll be damned if I let this shit continue on though. I’ve got money to make and fuck boys to kill on Sunday. These motherfuckers are dead wrong if they think they just gonna come in and try to fuck with me and not see any consequence for they actions.

I could see the wheels turnin’ in Beavs’ head. I still don’t think he knows what to make of all this shit, but he gets the understanding that this shit really is #BeachKrew before all this other bullshit. He crinkled his brow like this shit some kind of anime pre-fight scene focus sequence or some shit.

Beaver: Alright, if you gotta take care of this and get this shit to end, then what do you think we need to do?

Andre: These muhfuckers wanna follow the bread crumbs that I’m leavin’ behind? I say we take control of the path that they’re on. Let’s lead these fuckin’ dickheads down the path of our choosin’ so that we can be the ones behind them. I feel like I gave them the first couple and I know that stupid hood rat niggas like these aren’t gonna be smart enough to catch onto our plan once it’s in motion, ya know?

Beavs got that stare in his eye, that real devious shit like when you see a little ginger kid poking a dead squirrel with a stick or carryin’ a rocket launcher into a showing of Paul Blart 2.

Beaver: Whatever we gotta do, bruh.

Andre: Let’s fuck shit up.

Part 2: Tiny, tiny pieces 

Beaver: You sure this is gonna workout okay?

Andre: Trust me, bro. All we gotta do is sneak out the back door and find somewhere to hideout for a bit, get a good look at what they up to.

Haven’t been around this part of the neighborhood in awhile, but I knew that this place would still be just as abandoned as the last time I saw it. The outside of this old grey shed was just as shitty and rusted up as I always remember it being. Of course this was at the end of the street it was on where there ain’t many people living so I didn’t have to worry about anybody stickin’ their nose in shit and tryna see what we up to.

Beaver: You sure nobody’s gonna say anything about us being here?

Andre: Yeah, bruh. Me and the homies used to come fuck around in here all the time back in the day. Most you’d see is a rat run by or some shit like that.

I hopped out the driver’s seat, running over and pushing back the flimsy cover that was placed at the entrance of the shed. I could see Beavs lookin’ around with a bit of panic from inside the car. After taking note, I jumped back inside and proceed to slowly creep inside and park the car in the middle.

Beaver: It’s pitch black in here. How’d you guys ever see shit?

Andre: Flashlights.

Beaver: Alright, where the hell do we go from here?

Andre: Just over here.

We pushed through the back opening, quickly eyeing a row of bushes not far from where we were standing.

Beaver: I’ve gotta say, bruh, this is some pretty goofy shit to be doing right now.

Andre: Yeah, don’t remind me.

We found a good spot and positioned ourselves out of sight.

Beaver: What if they don’t show up? How do you know we aren’t just gonna be waiting here forever?

Andre: They’ve been followin’ me for awhile now. There’s no way they ain’t keepin’ an eye on me. In fact, I bet you they saw us steppin’ out of that shop too. They want somethin’ from me and they’re not gonna let up now. Trust me, they’re close by.

After a few minutes, I could hear the car pull up the block just as expected. That familiar sound that had been folllowing me for weeks now began to make my blood pump much faster. What would follow sent me to a place that I had yet to experience.

Beaver: Shit, shit, shit..

With Beavs whispering his concern which was aimed towards my left ear, I began using my right to tune into the mumbled sound of people who had made their way inside the shed where our car was.

Beaver: What are they saying?

Andre: Nigga, I don’t know.

Sounded like there were two of them. I could hear the scraping of metal on metal on the backside as the two had pushed open through the back where we had just come from. They began to examine the area around them. They were both of average size. Thoughts crossed my mind, thoughts on what the best plan of strategy was. I glanced towards Beaver, his eyes growing wider with every step they took through the area.

: Where you at, lil nigga? Get your ass out here, baby Kev.

I held a pointer finger towards Beavs, letting him know to stand ground and wait for their next action.

: Fuck it, he ran, I know he fuckin’ ran. Lil’ bitch just like his big bro.

Words used as bait. I waited for my opportunity as the two turned to walk back around the side of the shed and towards their car. With Beaver waiting anxiously behind the bushes, I made my way towards the two, timing my next action perfect. With the smaller of the two men just behind his friend, I took the small window of opportunity to act the only way I could. I sized him up, aiming my right hand at the back of his head and throwing all energy into dropping him to the ground and knocking him out cold.

: The fuck?

There are moments in life where the dial is turned so far to the right that it breaks. I felt this as the second of the two men came back around the corner. Against my better judgement, I drove his head into the side of the shed. This sent him to the ground as well and I immediately leaped on top of him with nothing but red in my eyes. Now there’s something about driving your fist through another man’s face to the point that it starts to alter in appearance. With the man breathing heavily, unable to speak from the damage I’d done, I began to study his current form, the various cracks, protrustions, and indentations. His right eye had swollen shut almost instantly and as he fought weakly beneath me, my head contorted, examining my predator for the prey he had become.

Beaver: What...the fuck?..

I began my second wave, now laying stiff, short elbows through his misshapen skull. To this point, I’d yet to hear the sound of bone being smashed down into fine bits beneath the skin. At this point, I think he’d been dead about five or six blows ago. I imagine that the surface underneath was a mess of brain matter. Soon I heard a stir from his partner. I gathered myself and stood over the deceased and turned my attention towards the first one. As he slowly came to, I grabbed him by the shirt collar, pushing him against the base of the structure as I drove some hard strikes into him as well.

Beaver: Andre! He’s fucking dead, dude!

I wiped the my bloody fist off on his wife beater before coming back down to Earth and turning my attention to Beaver.

Beaver: What the fuck was that?!

Andre: Keep it down, bruh. I told you not to make a fuss around here.

Beaver: Well I didn’t know that’s what you had in mind when you said you had a plan.

Andre: Yeah, neither did I, but plans sorta change in the moment like that.

Beaver: Why the hell did you do that?

Andre: I think a dead brother, a target on my head, and a drive by goin’ down when I’m tryna eat some bbq are all pretty good reasons. Now keep your voice down and help me drag these inside.

Beavs paused for a minute, hesitating a bit before dragging the smaller of the two men in through the small opening in the back of the building.

Andre: Nobody finna find these two for awhile. Besides, fucked up shit like this happens around here all the time, so don’t expect some big old investigation. It’s hood rats, nobody is gonna care much that these two ain’t around no more. Shit, I know I just did some muhfuckers a favor here today. Kinda feelin’ like a face right now.

Probably kinda fucked up to be clownin’ in this situation, but fuck these two guys.

Beaver: Sorry, that was just sort of a lot to have to see.

Andre: This is why people shouldn’t make the same mistake that these two did.

As we got into the car, a silence filled the interior. I took it as a feeling of “What now?” from Beaver. With my left hand wrapped tight around the wheel, I reached down with my right, turning the stereo on a bit as we made our way down the block.

Andre: I’m debating on whether or not I should return TuTu’s ride at this point.

Another moment of silence followed, broken only by the music.

Andre: Nah, I’ll probably drop it back off at his place. I’m takin’ grandma’s stereo back though. Fuck TuTu, love my grandma, bro.

Beaver: Fuck, this has been an experience, I’ll tell you that much.

Andre: You know, we never did get to finish that conversation about The Pride.

Beaver: Kind of an odd time to be thinking about our match.

Andre: Nah, we got tag belts to win, breh. It’s just this match and then we go straight for Rebellution’s heads and serve that shit on a platter, send it straight to Massah Seffery’s office with a lil’ post it note sayin’ “Dear Seffery, Push us, faggot. Love, Team Black Beaver.” I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. No, I’m not gonna be content with just thinkin’ about the match that we have this week. I’m thinkin’ about the upcoming months where we’re gonna spend every week crushing “challengers” to OUR tag team championships.

Beaver: You think of anything else we can use against them?

Andre: We have to exploit their cracks first off. We don’t gotta worry about curve balls bein’ thrown our way, because these guys don’t have that creativity in them. They tried to jack our shit, but didn’t quite understand the craft that they were tryna replicate, not even in the slightest. We ain’t facin’ off against some big bad ring generals this time out. There ain’t gonna be no future hall of famers standin’ across the ring from us or anything. Shit, I’m probably wasting my time by spending so much time thinking of ways to beat them when I already know for a fact that they’re gettin’ prematurely buried by Team Black Beaver. It’s the fuckin’ Pride, bro. I’m talkin’ about the kind of guys who be tryna sell themselves as these party boys after hearin’ “I love college” a couple times.

They the kinda weak sauce faggots that you see sendin’ out Facebook invites out for a Glee viewing party where they got cheap red tablecloths topped by a bowl of store brand Chex mix and try to act like they gettin’ “#TurntUp”. I see them as the kind of white people who probably think they nae nae game is on that BroblivSEAon level, the kind of white people who were totally into that Harlem Shake craze for the longest fuckin’ time. These two make me think that somebody need to step up to the plate and revoke they YouTube privileges for awhile. It’s fuckin’ awful watchin’ these two try to dabble in the realm of dankness when I know that they a couple of bitchmade faggots.

What was the big trick they had up their sleeves? It was a trollish appearance alongside Joey Flash to pull some bitch shit on #BeachKrew. They think the way to rise to the top was by aligning themselves with a guy just because he’s the current champion? Did they think that would shoot them up to the top of the card? Who in they right mind would actually think it would be a good idea to cling the coat tails of the guy who has a loss to Yung fuckin’ Adam? I think we see how well that’s startin’ to work out for them considerin’ Griffin’s current state on the roster. They prolly don’t even realize that they signed a damn death wish.

I mean, come on, bruh bruh. Losing this match to us is just gonna be the first step to the unemployment line or the emergency room for these two fuckin’ pretenders. What’s gonna happen to these #Fuccbois when Swagrid stomps they’re little endorsement to fuckin’ dust in front of the thousands of stunned fans who are in attendance on Sunday? Were they watchin’ this shit at all before they arrived here? Muhfuckers really need to start studyin’ up on their fed history before even trying to compete in the same ring as us. Did they not see what it’s like for people who fuck with us when we’re at the very top of the food chain with blue and red colored usernames?

Now for anybody that wants to try to look at records, who wants to try to go through whatever losses me or you have and critique us for that in this situation, I say we look more at what The Pride has won rather than what we haven’t. We’re facin’ people on the rise, former champions, current champions, hall of famers, you name it. What is it that has prepared and put The Pride in a position to face us this week? A couple of wins over absolute fuckin’ jobbers? You have Bad News Benson, Psycho Dragon, Warbird, Nagasaki, and Cormack MacNeill. Pull a single fuckin’ name out of those six that means anything at all. I won’t really wait on you to try to locate someone they’ve beaten that makes them a viable contender for any belt around here.

Is this match below us? Yes. Is The Pride below us? Yes. In fact, has The Pride even done a single thing to actually make themselves feel proud in the slightest? You know what I’m proud of? I’m proud of the various #BeachKrew beatdowns that I’ve been a part of. I’m proud of the fact that I’ve proven myself to be the true #FartCoreChampion by takin’ a verbal dookie on every lame ass who holds that belt, but barely defends it. I’m proud of every time I’ve driven an elbow into the side of someone’s fuckin’ skull. I’m proud of the fact that we will be number one contenders and then tag team champions after that. So with The Pride doin’ nothin’, what in the fuck is there for them to hang their hat on. Two weeks, two weeks wasted at the bottom of the tank, feedin’ on the federations excrement just to end up fuckin’ #BeachBodied. Ripperoni in pepperoni to these little faggots, am I right? #LOL

What makes Dustin Beaver and Andre Aquarius great is that just like every other combination you can put together with #BeachKrew members, we’re both superstars in our own right. They say muhfuckers is only as strong as the sum of their parts and we’re about to go LBJ and D Wade on these fuckin’ retards. This match will only help prove that further when people break down the film and study a game plan executed to perfection and see a team chemistry that would send the rest of the “tag team division” runnin’ back to the locker room with their tails tucked between their legs. #BeachKrew is a fuckin’ supergroup and this week, we’re goin’ against a pathetic attempt at a garage band that’s made up of a couple of bass players jackin’ each others dicks over “how well” they can do the bassline to “Iron Man”.

You know the number to the suicide hotline? I’m really interested in doin’ my part to help these faggots move into the light. Can I just go ahead and speed up the process right now? I have no problem with findin’ a ring to step into right now and havin’ this match a little earlier than originally planned. Shit, they could air that shit on the DubSeaEff network and it would still be one of the most viewed beatdowns this week. Maybe we should just tie the cinderblocks around they ankles and watch them sink until we can’t see them anymore. Out of sight out of mind. Metaphors, bruh, metaphors. I got lots of’em. Metaphors and analogies. Meme game on point, ya feel me? The internet has ZMAC with the Shia clap and now the tag team division has Prince Lightskin with the verbal manslaughter.

We do this kinda shit to send messages. I’m not even talkin’ to a camera with all this fuckin’ ether right now. I’m speakin’ directly to the fourth wall on this promo. I’m cuttin’ this shit for all the marks around the world who hear my words and think “Ooh, Andre so nasty, bro.” These the type of promos that so finger lickin’ good and so damn vicious that some faggot in Europe with a name like Chris reads and makes some sort of contorted “screwface” expression before telling all his #Fuccboi buddies about it in some lame ass little chat conversation somewhere. Next thing you know, I got like a dozen muhfuckers tryin’ to fellate my ass talkin’ about “Man, you really got me rock fuckin’ hard with how you fuckin’ crushed those Pride faggots.” #LOL

At this point, I am the fuckin’ fourth wall. I’m the first, the second, the third, the floor, and the motherfuckin’ ceilin’, bro. I’ve got both these Pride homos goin’ crazy inside this padded room. You got Ethan stank ass sittin’ in the same shit filled sweatpants he been soakin’ in over the past 3 weeks. Then you got Eddie just rockin’ back and forth with that straight jacket strapped extra fuckin’ tight. I’m the one who for two promos in a row is just slammin’ dick down Eddie and Ethan’s hungry mouths. When you’re in the ring taken out Ethan, I’ll be on the apron taunting this paranoid faggot Eddie, overwhelmin’ his ass til he starts punchin’ himself in the head like some fuckin’ asperger’s tard.

Beavs, this is our match to take and their match to fuckin’ choke. We could sit here and think of every possibility, every scenario, but they’re all just alternate endings with different ways that we bent these two over. Don’t make no mistake about it, the power of black beaver is the perfect formula for murkin’ fuck boy muhfuckers like these two and they about to learn that real soon. This shit is oppression, this is absolute rule. There’s no way that The Pride or any other pretender ass faggots finna be able to stand in the way of us holding that gold. This week we bring the hashtags, the memes, the moves, Seth’s sister, some suplexes, and some elbows. We take the entire fuckin’ arsenal out on Eddie and Ethan and send them to such a low point of obscurity that they be stuck doin’ promo work for the DubSeaEff network alongside people like Professor Coach. Maybe after that they can manage to earn themselves spots to be on the receiving end of a bunch of jobber beatdowns on Wednesday Nights. Let this be the statement that Team Black Beaver went full Kyle Kemp on they ass. We are better and soon, we finna take over completely. SEAlieve that, bruh.

Beaver: I dig it, bro. Let's get shit done.

He got it. At this point, you’re either #BeachKrew or you’re just another #Fuccboi strugglin’ beneath us, stuck in the middle of our oceans before you’re swallowed up and totally forgotten about. He knew that in just a few days, we would be one step closer to taking it all. This is the dawn of a new era. Get ready, muhfuckers.