Tears of a Hustler PT 1 (30 page)

“Damn this going to be a good ass fight tonight,” Ali said out loud. “Spanky better win,” Nancy said as she changed little Ali’s stinking diaper.

Big Mel sat on the couch in the living room watching Sport Center when he felt his cell phone vibrating. “Hello,” he answered in an even tone. “You got ten minutes to get out that house,” Detective Nelson said calmly as the phone went dead.

Big Mel quickly shot to his feet and grabbed his car keys and his Uzi. He reached the door and something inside of him made him stop. “I can’t go out like this,” he said to himself as he stood in the doorway and tried to think of a plan.

Big Mel knocked lightly on Ali and Nancy’s bedroom door. “What’s good my nigga,” Ali asked giving the big man a pound. “I was about to run to the store and get some snacks, ya’ll want anything,” he asked. “Nah, we cool,” Ali answered with little emotion. “Do ya’ll mind if I take the baby out to get some air with me,” Big Mel innocently. “Sure, I don’t see no harm in that,” Nancy said as she gently placed little Ali in Big Mel’s strong arms. “How long you going to be gone for?” “Like ten minutes,” Big Mel yelled over his shoulder as he quickly headed out the door. When Big Mel looked at his watch, he saw that he had three minutes left. He quickly sat little Ali in his car seat, slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the driveway.

As Big Mel cruised down the street, he noticed about ten to fifteen vans speed past him. Inside, Big Mel wanted to die, but the least he could do was get the baby out of harm’s way. That made him feel a little better inside with himself, as he glanced at little Ali in the back sitting in his car seat drooling.

Nancy sat curled up in Ali’s lap as the two watched a classic episode of Jerry Springer. When out of the blue, all the lights and electricity went out. “What the fuck,” Ali said as he and Nancy glanced at each other. Seconds later, Ali heard three loud “Booms” coming from downstairs. He quickly tossed Nancy off his lap and made his way toward the hallway where he looked over the balcony and saw ten to fifteen cops bust through his front door. Three of them held up a big bullet proof shield, that had police written on the front, while the rest of them clutched sub-machine guns.

Without thinking twice, Ali quickly snatched his twin 9mm’s from their holsters and got the party started. Bullets flew from every direction, filling Ali’s lovely home with bullet holes. When Ali noticed about twenty more officers storm through the front door, he continued to fire, back peddling inside his bedroom.

Once in the room, Ali quickly headed straight to his closet where he grabbed two Teflon vests, he threw one on and tossed the other to Nancy along with a 9mm. “If anybody come in this mutha fucka you better light they ass up” Ali barked as he grabbed his A.K. 47 with the hundred round clip out of his closet. “Come on mutha fucka this what ya’ll wanted,” Ali yelled as he stormed back out towards the balcony.

As soon as Ali made it back towards the balcony, he saw four officers trying to creep their way up the stairs. Ali immediately aimed his A.K. at the four cops and watched round after round pump out of the it effortlessly. The slugs caused the four officers to fly right back down the stairs, which they just came up.

Once that was done, Ali quickly took cover behind a wall as bullets came raining in from every direction. On the count of three, Ali sprung from behind the wall blasting. The officers quickly took cover the best they could.

Nancy laid on the floor, trying not to get hit with a stray bullet. As soon as Nancy tried to get to her feet, about twenty shots flew through the door missing her by inches. “Oh shit,” she whispered as she heard more and more shots being fired.

In a quick motion, Nancy threw her hair into a ponytail, grabbed the 9mm that Ali had tossed to her, and quickly took cover behind a wall. Nancy’s heart pumped about a thousand miles per second from anticipation on what was about to go down. She quickly came from around, and fired her 9mm at a cop who was creeping up on Ali from behind. Seconds later, a shot hit Nancy in the middle of her stomach sending her instantly to the floor where she held her stomach, trying to get her wind back.

When Ali saw that Nancy hit the floor, he went crazy. “Mutha fuckas,” he yelled as he quickly made his way over to his fiancé. On his way to his girl’s rescue, a bullet penetrated Ali’s thigh. He quickly brushed it off because his adrenaline was pumping too fast to feel the pain.

“Baby, you okay,” Ali asked nervously. “Yeah, I’m cool. The bullet didn’t go through, it just knocked the wind out of me,” Nancy squealed in pain. As Ali stood kneeled down by Nancy’s side, he noticed tear gas bullets come flying in from every direction. Ali quickly grabbed a pillow from off of the bed and snatched off the case. “Here, cover ya mouth and nose with this.”

As Ali stood helping Nancy nurse her wound, he saw three pairs of feet block the light coming from beneath the door. Ali sprung to his feet, firing recklessly through the door. His A.K. rounds found fatal homes in the flesh of two of the three officers.

Ali stood next to Nancy with his smoking A.K. aimed directly at the door, but the tear gas burned his eyes making it hard for him to focus. Seconds later, the gas took it’s toll on Ali causing him to fall flat on his face.

When officers finally made it inside the bedroom, they found Ali laid out cold on top of Nancy. The officers quickly handcuffed the two and dragged them outside.

Once outside, Detective Nelson stood over Ali’s body shaking his head in disgust. “Stupid mother fucker; look what I found,” he taunted as he held up the 9mm that Big Mel had given him the night before. “Not to mention you just killed eight cops.” He grinned wickedly.

Ali was still drowsy from the tear gas, so he didn’t know what was going on; but he did recognize the white man who stood over him. Ali might not have known what was going on at the moment but, he knew it wasn’t good.

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You been waiting for this moment your whole life,” Freddie whispered in Spanky’s ear as he got his hands wrapped up. Spanky didn’t respond, instead he just soaked it all in. His mind was stuck on The Terminator. “When you step in that ring, you gotta be ready to take some to give some. I want you to take the fight to this mutha fucka,” Freddie yelled trying to get Spanky fired up.

Spanky just shook his head, signaling that he understood. Once his gloves were on Spanky was ready to go. “Did Ali get here yet,” he asked. “I’m not sure. He’s probably running a little late,” Freddie said.

Christie stood in the locker room with a nervous look on her face. Her vibrating cell phone brought her back to reality. She saw Coco’s name flashing across the screen and quickly answered. “Hello?” “Where you at,” Coco asked in desperate tone. “I’m in the locker room with Spanky, getting ready for his fight. Why, what’s up?” “You ain’t going to believe this, but Ali and Nancy are in jail for killing eight cops,” Coco said weakly. “Are you serious,” Christie asked in shock. widtWhere did you hear that at?” “It’s all over the news, plus Big Mel just dropped little Ali off with me. He was at the store when the police raided the house,” Coco said in a light tone. “Girl let me call you right back; it’s time for the fight,” Christie said hanging up the phone.

“What’s up,” Spanky asked sensing that something was wrong. Christie thought about telling Spanky, but decided to wait until after the fight. “Oh nothing; that was just Coco; she just wanted to wish you good luck,” she lied. “That’s what’s up! I’ll see you in the front row boo,” Spanky said as he and Freddie headed down towards the ring.

Spanky stepped in the ring and knew it wasn’t no turning back. “It’s either going to be you or him,” Freddie yelled out.

The crowd went crazy as soon as The Terminator made his way towards the ring. “That ain’t nothing but a mind thing,” Freddie whispered in Spanky’s ear. “A lot of mutha fuckas going to leave here broke when this fight is over.” “Tonight is my night,” Spanky replied as he bounced up and down trying to get himself loose.

When The Terminator stepped into the ring, he had his game face on as he stared at Spanky coldly. Spanky just continued to bounce up and down as he returned the stare.

The referee called both fighters to the middle of the ring so that he could go over the rules one last time. “Okay I want a nice clean fight. I already went over the rules with both of ya’ll in the locker room, so keep it clean and break when I say brake,” the referee announced as the two fighters headed back to their separate corners.

“You know what you gotta do,” Freddie said as he placed Spanky’s mouth piece in his mouth. “Remember, be the counter puncher; you let him come in and you just counter punch his ass all night,” Mr. Wilson reminded The Terminator. “This lil’ nigga can’t fuck with me,” The Terminator boasted as the bell rung signaling the beginning of round one.

The two fighters met in the middle of the ring. Spanky quickly threw a double jab only to watch The Terminator dance out of his reach. The Terminator faked a right cross and threw an awkward left hook that landed perfectly on Spanky’s chin. Spanky shook off the punch and continued to come forward. Once Spanky saw an opening, he fired a quick jab. The Terminator smoothly took a step back and countered with a sweeping left hook, causing everybody in the crowd to rise to their feet anticipating a first round knock out. The cheering made The Terminator get a little big headed. He quickly fired another sweeping hook, but this time Spanky ducked the hook and came up with a vicious upper cut, causing The Terminator to back pedal into the corner.

Once Spanky saw The Terminator stumble back into the corner, he quickly boxed him in by throwing punches from every direction. The Terminator blocked as many punches as he could before his foot work got him out of the corner and back into the middle of the ring. Spanky didn’t stop there; he threw a lightening fast jab, followed by a hook. Both punches landed perfectly. To Spanky’s surprise The Terminator kept his feet and fired back. The Terminator got off two good punches before the bell sounded.

“Bitch ass nigga,” Spanky yelled in The Terminator’s face as the two brushed past each other heading to their separate corners. “That’s what I’m talking about. You gotta make this a dog fight,” Freddie yelled as he squeezed a wet sponge over Spanky’s head. “I think I hurt him with that upper cut,” Spanky said taking in some water. “Of course you did! You have to throw more combinations because he’s looking to counter punch.” “I got you,” Spanky replied as he glanced at Christie and gave her a wink. He stared at the empty seat next to her and wondered where his big brother was.

“What the fuck is going on out here,” Mr. Wilson growled all up in The Terminator’s face. “Don’t just run up in there swinging! Use your head, God damn it,” Mr. Wilson yelled as the bell rung letting both fighters know it was time for round two.

The Terminator immediately fired two jabs, causing Spanky’s head to violently jerk back. “I’m about to teach you how to box chump,” The Terminator grumbled as he threw another quick jab followed by a hook to the lower body. Spanky took both punches well, as he threw a wild upper cut. The Terminator smoothly side stepped the wild punch and countered with a sharp hook to Spanky’s temple. The last punch dazed Spanky, fucking up his equilibrium. The Terminator threw a series of combinations, until Spanky hit the canvas.

Spanky laid on his back, still a little dizzy, as he tried to sit up. He knew what was going on, but at the same time he didn’t. Everything quickly came to Spanky when he saw the referee counting loudly in his face. Somehow Spanky made it back to his feet at the count of eight.

“You alright,” the referee asked looking in Spanky’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m good,” Spanky replied trying to shake of his dizziness. As soon as Spanky made it back to the middle of the ring, the bell quickly sounded ending round two.

“Wake the fuck up Spanky,” Freddie yelled in Spanky’s face trying to wake him up. “Nah, I’m good. Mutha fucka just caught at me with a luck y shot,” Spanky said taking in some water as he felt a puffy bruise forming under his eye.

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That’s what I’m talking about. Give me another round just like that,” Mr. Wilson said rubbing some grease on The Terminators face.

Spanky quickly began working his jab at the beginning of round three. “Stop running like a little bitch,” Spanky taunted as both men threw wild vicious combinations; each man taking a punch to throw one. Both fighters went in to throw a punch at the same time and by accident the two clashed heads.

The Terminator instantly felt warm blood trickling down his right eye, as he proceeded to ease back into the corner. Once Spanky had The Terminator trapped in the corner, he quickly pounded him out until he heard the bell ring.

“You see that cut on his eye? I want you to bust that shit open,” Freddie ordered as he poured water in Spanky’s mouth. “Don’t worry about that cut, just keep doing what you do,” Mr. Wilson said as the cut man did his best to patch up The Terminator’s eye.

At the beginning of the fourth round, Spanky went straight after The Terminator’s eye. Spanky could tell that the cut was really bothering him. Spanky quickly threw a jab followed by a hard hook, which caused The Terminator’s mouth piece to fly out of his mouth. The Terminator quickly threw a head fake followed by a right cross. Spanky stood with his hands up because he knew that The Terminator was about to throw another sweeping hook. He planned on countering the hook with a sharp upper cut, but The Terminator’s punch was fired awkwardly, catching Spanky dead on his chin causing him to drop to the canvas for the second time.