I. "You Gon' Remember The Name.."

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“If you don’t know by now, the name is Malaki Leiato. Get fuckin’ used to saying it, I’m gonna’ be around for a long, long time.”

Malaki Leiato stood outside of the Braehead Arena. The menacing insurance policy for Jason Long had the hood of his sweater pulled over his head, standing under a parking lamp in the parking lot. The night has consumed the sky, and with his placement under the light, it casted eerie shadows across his face.

“Two weeks ago was nothin’ personal. I don’t know you, McCain, or even gave a fuck ‘bout ya’ before two weeks ago, to be honest. I was given a target, I was given a cheque. That’s all the motivation I needed. But ya’ corny ass wants to take to social media and complain? Ya’ wanna talk a big game on a platform that doesn’t really give two fucks about ya’, and say I won’t be enough to stop you? Look at you. You’re just a scrawny little bitch, the fuck are you gonna’ do? I’ll tell you exactly what you’re gonna’ do. You’re gonna show up, and catch this ass whoopin’.”

“You’re no skinny legend like a Noah Reigner, you’re just some arrogant fuck for no reason with a shitty nickname that you won’t live up to. The Leathal Shooter? The only thing lethal about you is the mindless dribble that spews from your mouth. I’ve dummied punks bigger than you on the streets, and they actually posed some sorta’ threat to someone. You though? Nah, the only one that you would pose a real threat to is John Blade. Outside of that, you’re just another dude who runs his mouth, thinkin’ he’s a badass. Same shit I’ve seen and dealt with all my life, only this time I’m securin’ the bag by fucking you up.”

He shifted on his feet, but only slightly. His hands slipped out of the pocket on the front of his sweater, moving up to pull the hood back off of his head.

“I get it, though. You don’t know me and you’re lookin’ past me and focusing on Jason Long. That’s your mistake, breh. Look past me, underestimate me, and I’ll make sure to leave you feelin’ like you were hit by a mack truck. You don’t care that I have size and power over you? Sounds like some bullshit to me. You should care, in fact, you should be fuckin’ worried. I’m not the type of dude that fucks around, Stefan, I’m comin’ to fuck you up, and all this nonsense of you downplayin’ the severity of the situation is doin’ nothing but firing me up. Trust, that’s not something you want.”

“What I did to you two weeks ago was just scratching the surface of what I can do. What I did to you two weeks ago was just a taste of what's in store for this company. I ain’t takin’ prisoners. I ain’t playin’ games. I’m here to fuck people up, and collect my ends. Stefan, you’re no exception. You’re just tha’ first one in line.”

He smirked. It wasn’t arrogant in nature, moreso threatening.

“You think I care that you were trained by some of the quote-unquote ‘best in the world’? Nah. I’ll take it as a chance to show up those so-called ‘best’. I’ll take it as a chance to show that ‘best’ is subjective and what you think is the best, might not actually be so. But then again, you ain't even finish training - did you? Nah, you were kicked out cause that arrogance. The same thing that caused you to go on twitter and talk some shit that you ain’t ever gonna’ back up. You’re not about it, Stefan. You’d rather have some social media clout than actually throw down. You’d rather cause some kinda’ stir on socials than actually fight. That’s why you wanted to take the easy route, right? John Blade is a fuckin’ pushover, you wanted the easy dub to boost your own ego heading up against Jason.”

“Nah, that ain’t happening fam.”

“Instead of a night of light work with John Blade, you ‘bout to have your fuckin’ skin slapped off your skull. Instead of John Blade, you dealin’ with a real one that has no problem puttin’ you on the fuckin’ ground as long as I walk away with that cash. Make no mistake, homie, this ain’t even about you in my eyes. This is about the thing that makes the world go ‘round, that cash flow and the biggest payer wanted me to deal with you; so bet thats what I’ma do. I’ma put in this work an’ leave with not just tha’ cash, but with the satisfaction of knowin’ that I stopped you when you claimed that you were unstoppable. Leavin’ with the satisfaction of shuttin’ your punk ass up. Take that shit to twitter afterword, Stefan. ‘Malaki a real one. He caught me slippin’ and fucked me up.’.”

“You’re too much of a bitch to admit when you’ve been bested though, I bet.”

Malaki shook his head, almost snarling.

“On the real; I hope you’re ready to have ya’ world rocked, Stefan. Overlooking me, underestimating and downplaying me is the biggest mistake you’ve made. I’m gonna’ use you to set an example. I’m gonna’ make sure no one forgets the name Malaki Leiato after I’m finished with you.”

“If you die, you die. Ain't no one gonna’ bat an eye to that.”

He shrugged before pulling his hood back up over his head, then turned and walked toward the building.