||Chapter Three||
Dedicated to an inspirational writer RoialWriting
"Brooklyn! The livest borough/You come here frontin' you might die in this borough!" —Foxy Brown, "BK Anthem"
Fifty-Eight Days Until The Wedding. . .
DAME COLLINS finished his normal excessive routine of thirty sit ups and push-ups and decided to take a light jog to a nearby park in his new neighborhood near his uptown Brooklyn neighborhood.
Before, he couldn't jog in his old Brooklyn neighborhood, the projects wouldn't allow it. Stepping out your door you were liable to be shot and chalked, if the police showed up quickly enough that was.
Dame felt much better that he was able to move his number one girl Teyana out of the hood and into a condo in a nice neighborhood where they could do all kinds of crazy shit, like picnics or walk around freely if they wanted.
He wanted to give her the world. She had been there through thick and thin with him throughout the training and his newfound fame. She didn't look for one hand out or seek out attention. Teyana simply supported him and let him do his thing in the ring.
He couldn't help but be cocky about his fit muscular body and his new life. He had the girl, the money, and the fame. As an old school Brooklyn jam beat through his ears, he sped up and took in fresh air.
The neighborhood was alive there was people walking their dogs, walking places without a care in the world, and jogging just like him. He felt comfortable here, knowing he didn't have to hold his breath for danger. In no means was he a punk, but he was aware of the dangers of coming up in the Brooklyn projects. He had lived it all twenty-four years of his life.
Things just couldn't get any better for Dame, what more could he ask for?
As he decided to head back his phone rang, and instead of picking it up, he hit a button on his Apple Watch and answered the phone.
"Yo, what's good Brooklyn?" He heard his partner in crime's voice come through.
"You want to do that thing like old times?"
"Punch?" He asked, before taking a swig of water.
"Yeah, they down there saying you too good now, real rap yo," Brooklyn said, feeling Dame in on the word in the streets.
Dame laughed, knowing that's how it was in Brooklyn. You get a little shine and niggas start talking shit, saying you thought you were better, even going as far as to start plotting on your downfall.
It killed him, but his crew had his back and if he was eating, they would eat too.
"Well put me on, I'm betting on myself underground shit, twenty-five racks K.O style."
"That's what's up D, meet me at Punch, Beanz, T, and the whole crew gonna be down there in an hour get here fast," and with that Brooklyn hung up.
Dame sighed, he knew he didn't have shit to prove, but his ego wouldn't let him go down easy. He wouldn't cop out, twenty-five thousand had been put down. His boys were counting on him.
He might've become a celebrity overnight, but he was still the same Brooklyn nigga who grew up in the projects, hustling near Fulton.
The hustle and bustle of Brooklyn was the only thing he knew.
After all there were no shook ones in Brooklyn.
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Punch Fight Club, Brooklyn Underground
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