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The trillest picture of BoL ever.
But if they're the Bloods, then who's the Crips?
NO SOONER HAD THE WEIGHTS been racked than did D-Dawg hear a sound unmistakable: skin against skin -- a startled cry.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"Good, 'cause I ain't laughing."
Glancing over a shoulder coated in man sweat, D-Dawg saw a scene that was all too familiar. There stood the Queen Bee, taller than most women but quite a bit shorter than the man she was before, with a hand raised to strike once more and A$AP Ryan holding his cheek. The hand that was not raised clutched a bag of money -- a back of money that from the look of it was too light.
"I am the Queen Bee of this," the fiery redhead snapped hotly. "I will have you frying fish in Booty Bay if you don't bring me what you owe!"
If he was wise, A$AP Ryan would have lowered his head and taken it. It was a tack he was not unfamiliar with, but something about his gaze then made D-Dawg uncertain of what was to come. He was like a boy deciding to stand up to his mother for the first time.
The moment that he opened his mouth, D-Dawg figured it very well may have been the last time.
That was it. He tried. If he didn't know better he'd think he had ESPN or something because he was well aware of what was to follow before it did.
The Queen Bee gave him a smile. "I've robbed a bank," she explained casually. "I've nearly killed a few people with my bare hands. You think I care about what you tried to do? Give me your belt."
It was a demand that came with readied expectation and her hand was held out. A$AP looked toward D-Dawg, but he put his Beats-by-Dre headphones back on and laid back against the torn, bench he had been using to lift on. When Garibaldi got back with his protein shake he'd be certain to make him wipe down the bench, but for now he made due with simply having a diversion from what was to come.
He couldn't hear what A$AP said next, but as he began to lift once more he heard him yelp as he was beaten with his own belt until he went running from the room. The belt was eventually tossed aside and the Queen Bee kicked back into her chair, the latest installment of some soap opera coming to its end catching her attention.
After his set was finished he saw that the bag was opened and counted. It had not been light.
"Why did you beat him if he didn't short change you?"
With eyes that had seen a million men die, the Queen Bee looked at D-Dawg. "Because he's the Goose."
"The Goose that lays the golden egg." His confusion must have been worn plain on his broad, ordinary face because the Queen Bee went on. "He thinks it's one way but it's the other way."
"What do you mean?"
"If I didn't beat him every now and again he'd forget that he could do better."
It almost made sense. After a nice workout D-Dawg enjoyed a Black & Mild. "But how do you know he can do better?"
"Because if he couldn't he'd be a basic elf," the Queen Bee said as counted the stacks piled high. "And I wouldn't even bother."
Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the feckless,
Reckless attacks until they had to respect us,
Changed maps and never asked for jack for our efforts,
Because everything we do comes back to affect us,
And as long as I got lungs I'm gonna say this,
As long as Lordaeron is loved we got some that will hate us,
We'll never change, it's done for the faithless,
I don't care for broadcasts on somebody's friend list,
Ain't enough paper for the names I gotta mention,
$!@$ all of them, haters with a crazy obsession,
I wouldn't trade it for a day without revanchism,
Pandaren zen, we're staying dedicated to perfection
Now if you live by the word then you die the pen,
The critics can criticize but we're the creme de la creme,
Me and Mad MC, BoL Crew, they call us the standard,
Still standing while they're screaming when will it end?
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