Courting The Champion

2 - Caller

“Hello.”

“Hello Mr Johnson, I'm the secretary to the CEO of Linear Impact Co. I'm sure you have heard about it. It is currently third place behind Fit Boys and We Rock fighting agencies.”

Damn shorty got a nice voice. Low and raspy, that's a sexy voice right there. I clear my throat and deepen my voice. I like to keep my options open. Then I respond.

“Yeah, I done heard all about it.”

The line goes silent for a second. I almost think she hung up. I chuckle when I hear her clear her throat too. It's too funny but I can't laugh because I respect a woman.

“Uhm..Right so uhm.. Mr Smith would like to set up a meeting with you to discuss a fighting contract. The agency will manage all your fights, trainings and you will further discuss the financial aspect of it.”

The longer she speaks, the happier I get. I'm a dude and it's only natural. I wonder what she look like cause she sure do sound like my kinda girl.

“Alright miss. Send me the dits. And I w—”

“The what?”

“Dits. The details. Send me the details and I will be there.”

“ Oh right, I knew that....Alright thank you, have a nice day!”

She hangs up before I can say goodbye. She must be flustered that she didn't know what dits meant.
It's a good day. Good news coming from a sexy voice. I can get used to that. I wonder if I will run into her. That's a voice I will definitely recognize anytime any place.

I have never really worked in a registered company before. It's going to be interesting. I've been a mechanic, a taxi driver. I've been a lotta things but all them combined, don't even level to this.

As if on cue my stomach rumbles. Opening my fridge I take out a piece of cheese, some bread and cook up some bacon. A lotta of bacon.

Last night's fight went well. I made three thousand from just three minutes of fighting. That's time well spent homie. I should prolly buy shorty upstairs a burger and fries or some'. Or I could hit up one of my boys.

It's been a while since I pulled up on my homies in the Bronx. Troy and Lance have been my niggas since we was babies in nappies nigga. Ha ha! Babies in nappies. That shit rhymed boy.

Troy is a music producer and Lance plays professional basketball. Lance's sister and I, we  used to kick it every night. Then one night he pulled up on us.  Good times, I almost lost a tooth nigga! Anyways, she married now and moved to ATL. She should prolly stay there, if she come outchea the nigga getting em divorce papers and shit.

Troy is a fucking funny nigga, he could give any comedian a run for his money and Lance is a real dude, focused on his career. He got some ball skill and I bet he gon' end up on Love and Hip Hop one day.

Ring. Ring.

“Sup Bitch Nigaaaa!”

I laugh at Troy's signature greeting. He got a skinny ass voice which make everything he say even funnier. That bum head.

“Nigga where you BEEN nigga?  Got a few likes on your duck lips selfie and you forgot about us, what's cooking bitch nigga Ya heard?”

I roll my eyes.

“Ey. Non' much nigga. Been giving niggas a whooping up in them streets. How come you ain't never pull up to watch a nigga?”

Troy cracks up like a hyena that I have to move my phone away from my ear and put it on speaker.

“Nigga don't be getting all in your feelings on a nigga man you sound like you 'bout to cry wahwahwah and shit nigga.”

“You ain't never gon' catch me in my feelings nigga. I'm a real stand up guy.”

“Nigga come and drop in on us this weekend. Why you stop rapping. You got talent and shit nigga,” he  says and I grunt.

“There's too much competition in music bro. I got a gig though. Linear Impact Co. wanna meet up to discuss somet—”

“WHOOOAHHHHHHHHH BITCH NIGGAAAAAAAAA!”  He yells.

“Nigga you Finna made it homie? That's a big deal homie that's like SHIT. You gon' be on Netflix and shit nigga! My nigga you must be really whooping ass.”

“Nigga. I didn't think about that Netflix shit. I'mma be all over the net nigga. But I'mma pull up on Sunday. Let Lance know he should cook up some barbecue know what I'm sayin”

“Ayt nigga. Have fun at yo meet and greets!”

I laugh at his joke then put my phone down. It's been a while since shit been moving good for me.
I decide I'mma call shorty from upstairs to come and chill for a while. Tomorrow's Monday, and I got that meeting with Smith Stitch from Linear Impact Co.

“Hey Andy.” shorty says in her sexy voice and I laugh then raise my eyebrows.

“I don't like it when niggas call me Andy. Sup lil' mama where you at?”

She laughs.

“I'm here. Just watching some cooking show.”

“I see I see. Come on down I'll order some pizza.”

“Hell no nigga I got work tomorrow and shit”

“Come on Emily—”

“WHO THE FUCK IS EMILY NIGGA? MY NAME IS AMELIA. FUCK OUTTA HERE. WITH YOUR BROKE ASS.”

“Shit I'm sor—”

Beep.

She hung up. This the fifth time this shit happen. I gotta write her name down. I grab a pen and write on sticky note. Amelia.