Below The Belt

X|Work It Man

||Chapter Ten||

Dedicated to @Wheadee

FOURTY-NINE DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING...

"Work it man, I work it, I gotta working plan/Above these niggas I'm like a ceiling fan." -Kelly Rowland ft. Lil Play

DAME punched the bag in the gym with his left then his right. He was burning off some steam. He wished it was some nigga's grill at Punch, but he knew this would have to do. He was never supposed to step foot in Punch again. His body was drippin' with sweat as he continued to pretend it was somebody's face. Anybody's. Even the nigga begging on the street corner.

"Pause D, drink some water, you like you about to pass out man," his trainer told him. He took the bottled water his trainer Big Jimmy handed him and doused himself in the water.

"How are you doin' man?" his trainer asked him.

"I'm fine man, it's just a whole lot of drama and shit, this fame shit is crazy," he said.

"You can handle though, you made it this far, just remain yourself don't lose it, you damn near at the top," his trainer said as he put the boxing pads on.

"Thanks Jimmy, give me a five, I got to call my girl," Dame said. He excused himself and picked up his gym bag to grab his phone.

She picked up on the first ring, "Hey baby, I miss you."

"I miss you too, what yo' sexy ass doin'? Spending all my money, are you?" He asked her.

"You know it, I'm at the Michael Kors store, and you want something?" Teyana asked him.

"Yeah, let me buy myself a nice belt to whip ya ass tonight...you think you can do that?" Dame asked, picturing his wifey on all fours naked. He felt himself just getting hard at the thought.

"Nigga...maybe," she said, chuckling.

"Alright, well I gotta get back now," he told her. They said their goodbyes and he put his phone up to get back to his strenuous workout. He walked back over to Big Jimmy.

"Let's do it J." He laced up his boxing gloves once more and threw a few jabs. His jabs were vicious. Certified deadly weapons. They could beat somebody past a bloody pulp and death. Only to be used for professional purposes. He did his signature bob and weave before hitting Jimmy's pads with a left and a right.

"Boy, you big time now, gimme all you got!" Jimmy egged him on.

He threw a serious right hook, followed by a one-two, two-two combo. He was going for the kill shot, high and low.

"They ain't ready for me Jim, I'm coming to kill a nigga in the ring."

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THE SHADE ROOM: Oh no Roomies the drama has just began. #Teyana has jumped into the shaderoom comments to say to our other girl #Shante that she is indeed a rat. Roomies the drama is just getting heated up. It's safe to say #NewMoney will indeed be spicy this season, coming on a television near you this fall. Roomies are we ready? Who y'all got? #Teyana or #Shante?

Dame got out of the gym shower smelling like Old Spice, dripping wet from the hot water. The chime from his phone interrupted his thirty-minute shower time that left him with hard dick in hand and a slow to fade image of his baby Teyana. He dried his hands to check his phone. Right in front of his face was a series of text messages. All saying the same thing. Teyana was getting bold.

He seen a message from an unsaved number and clicked on it.

718-478-3187: Tell your bitch ass wife to shut the fuck up if you know what's good. That or you both will be fucked up and exposed for the grimy peons you are. Word to your pissy ass mutha B.