DeMarcus can't finish

DeMarcus Jordan: Hey Baby Blue. Glad you finally answered, I mean, its been like...two or three weeks.


He rolled his eyes at what she said next. He felt as though she was ignoring him, but he decided to ask if she wanted to get together tonight, since they would both be in the same city and it would be prudent to hang out with each other.


DeMarcus Jordan: So, you wanna get some Chicago style pizza or something? Yeah tonight.

And of course, she blew him off again. She was 'busy'. That was what she always said, she was busy. She was always vaugely busy. Of course.

DeMarcus Jordan: You are always busy. What the fuck you doing anyway that you are always busy? You ashamed of what we had or something?

And then she said the thing that he didn't want to hear. The thing that tore his little heart open like they were using a hot knife and his heart was butter. He was a mere fling. A booty call if you will.

DeMarcus Jordan: So what you are saying is you don't like me. I get it.


Blah blah blah is all he heard after that. She was just giving him excuses now and he didn't want to hear it.

DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah. Well there won't be any complications Bonnie. I can tell you that. If it is me against you in that tournament there won't be no complications. But you better hope thats not how it comes down. 

He hung up his phone, cleared his throat, and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't crying because let me assure you, DeMarcus Jordan doesn't cry. His eyes were just irritated or something...yeah lets go with irritated. Something got in there, like some dust or something. But before I could make up more reasons for him to be rubbing his eyes, his cell phone went off. Amy was the person who was calling him...his sister. Or was she? How could DeMarcus really be sure? A little backstory to help those of you who have forgotten DeMarcus's history, or just plain don't know it.

You see, DeMarcus was abandoned as a baby in an old apartment building and was found by a construction crew tasked to knock the building down in Atlanta, Georgia. They brought him to an orphanage, there was nothing with him except a small letter saying that his name was DeMarcus, no last name, and that they couldn't raise him. Its sad as shit. Seriously, feel bad for him. Well, anyway, recently, he contacted a private detective to find out who his real parents were. He found out, but DeMarcus couldn't bring himself to open the envelope with the information. 

But just when he was about to maybe consider opening the envelope, there was a knock on his door. He went and answered the door and there was a young woman standing there. He thought maybe she was a fan, of course, when opening the door the woman standing there revealed herself to be his long lost sister, Amy. She was the second child of DeMarcus's parents. They never really got a chance to really check out any of this, because he walked out to quickly, and of course, there was the massive injury he suffered at the hands of Wade Moor and those fella's in BeachKrew. So there was no chance for a DNA test. And since then, they just acted as though they were related.

And then the Trio's tournament came, where DeMarcus teamed up with Jay Omega and Bonnie Blue. After their first win, DeMarcus and Jay Omega jointly threw a victory party, Omega supplying the cash, and DeMarcus providing the party. And when all was said and done, the next morning, DeMarcus woke up in bed next to Bonnie Blue, a woman that he had grown increasingly infatuated with since the moment he met her. He thought that this was the moment that they were finally going to get to be together. Of course the phone call we saw earlier completely ended any thought of that happening. 

So where were we...OH RIGHT! DeMarcus was on the bus rubbing dust out of his eyes when his phone rang again. It was Amy. DeMarcus, who was in no mood to talk to anybody, ignored the call. He looked out the window at the number of people passing him by. People who have their own lives who will never, EVER even know that he exsisted. And the same with him...he doesn't know any of those people. For some reason, some reason deep within him, looking at all the random people who walked around who he didnt know angered him. His phone rang again, Amy. He answered this time.

DeMarcus Jordan: What the fuck do you want?

Amy: That is pretty rude.

DeMarcus Jordan: Yo fuck you. 

Amy: DeMarcus...what is wrong?

DeMarcus Jordan: Whats wrong? Ill tell you whats fucking wrong. You show up on my fucking doorstep and Im just supposed to fucking believe that you are my sister. I don't fucking think so.

Amy: What?

DeMarcus Jordan: I said thats fucked up don't you think? I want you out of my fucking place when I get home after the show.

Amy: What?

DeMarcus Jordan: Amy, what don't you get, get the fuck out of my house you fucking bitch. You are going to be hearing for Baxter. We will settle this family issue legally.

Amy: But..De-

DeMarcus just hung up on her and kept looking out at people. His phone rang again, looking down he saw it was Amy again. He ignored it and then called Gordon Baxter. 

Receptionist: Hello, Baxter law.

DeMarcus Jordan: I want to talk to Gordon, its DeMarcus Jordan.

Receptionist: Hold please.

There is a moment when the line is completely blank, but then there is noise again.

Gordon Baxter: Hello, this is Gordon Baxter.

DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah, hey Bax its DeMarcus.

Gordon Baxter: Hey DJ, what can I do for you this time.

DeMarcus Jordan: I want you to sue Amy. Who knows if she is my real sister or not.

Gordon Baxter: I'll put out a supena for a drug test, ok buddy?

DeMarcus Jordan: Yeah. I also need you to do some...snooping.

Gordon Baxter: I don't know what you mean, I don't snoop. Carol, can you get off the line please?

Carol: No problem. 

Gordon Baxter: Ok, what do you need DJ?

DeMarcus Jordan: I need you to find dirt on Bonnie Blue. Or Johnny Reb. Or something that I can use against that blonde bitch.

Gordon Baxter: I thought you were all stoked on her?

DeMarcus Jordan: Fuck that bitch.

Gordon Baxter: Ok buddy, I will get on that. Good luck on your match buddy.

DeMarcus hangs up and continues looking out the window. 

DeMarcus Jordan: Aurora. Who the fuck is that? I don't even know that bitch, but I do know about her manager Chelsea Armstrong. Or was that Chelsea Black-Armstrong. What the fuck happened there. That bitch was supposed to be married or some shit, and then the bitch turned on her husband. Because thats what hoes do nowadyas. Nobody can stay fucking faithful to anyone, and everyone is a fucking bitch who is only interested in fucking. These bitches don't understand what it means to be in a relationship. No, they just want to fuck around with a man's heart, and its fucking bullshit.

Why should Aurora be any different? Just nothing but a condescending fucking bitch. Fuck her. She is getting all this hype and she deserves absolutely none of if. The only good thing about this bitch is that I can have something nice to look at while I am fucking up the other fuckers in the ring. 

Elderly Lady: Excuse me young man, can you please stop swearing so much?

DeMarcus Jordan: What the fuck did you just say to me you old bitch?

Elderly Lady: I asked if you could please sotp using that language.

DeMarcus Jordan: Yo, I didn't ask your old, gray ass to get up and come over here, so why don't you go sit the fuck down.

DeMarcus gets up and gets in the womans face, to which several other people get up. The bus driver stops the bus.

Bus Driver: Ok sir, you have to get off.

DeMarcus Jordan: Who?

Bus Driver: You sir. That behavior is not tolerated on this bus. 

DeMarcus Jordan: Oh no, you ain't gonna tolerate the color of my skin is that it?

DeMarcus makes his way up to the bus driver. 

Bus Driver: No, its because you got in that ladies face.

DeMarcus Jordan: Fuck that old bitch. 

Bus Driver: Nice mouth buddy.

DeMarcus gets off the bus but not before giving the middle finger to both the old lady and the bus driver. His phone rings again, it is Amy. He ignores it. 

DeMarcus Jordan: Fucking bullshit, just like the fact that everyone is in a triple threat, and I have to be in a four way dance. Its bullshit. BULLSHIT! 

DeMarcus walks off and hails a taxi.