Ms. Brown-Personal Narrative

I stare at the screen and then at Ms. Brown. I shake my head and bite my lip. She is not going ot make me explode. I’m a cool customer now. Everything I do and say is deliberate. My life is easier and safer when I do that.

“I’m not that guy anymore”, I finally say.

Ms. Brown gives a stern look. “Bullshit”, she says.

“It ain’t bullshit ma’am. The guy in that video was a stupid kid who spent all his time frothing at the mouth and not delivering in the ring.”

Well the way I see it”, Ms. Brown says,”Is that the man, if you want to call him that, who fought Cross Recoba a few weeks ago in Shreveport looked tentative.”

I should have expected her to say that, it’s a classic move that anybody trying to get a rise out of me will make. I’m not proud of my effort in Shreveport but did my damndest to win. I tell her as much.

Her response: laugh right in my face.
Why else would you not be able to keep him down for more than a one count? There was no energy or passion in your kicks. You may hate the guy you saw in that video but the rage he, you, channeled hurt people. Fire in your soul is not a bad thing, James. I thought that perhaps being belligerent about the contract would piss you off enough to rekindle whatever burned in your heart. That was a dumb move on my part because it almost derailed the meeting. The truth is the League doesn’t care if you are exclusive to us or not. All we ask is that you show up and help us put asses in the seats. If you do that you are free to do whatever the hell you want when you are not on our