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@hughhoncy          /          STARTER  CALL  !

          ❝ IF  YOU  SEE  A  BEAUTIFUL  BLONDE  LADY  ----------  it’s  probably  ma’  fiance  ,  MAUREEN  .  tell  ‘er  i’m  NOT  here  ,  ‘cause  she’ll  ASK  ...  BUT  ...  nice  bar  by  the  way  . ❞

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@mohope           /          STARTER  CALL  !

          HE’S  FRUSTRATED  ,  AND  IN  PAIN  .  physically  EXHAUSTED  and  mentally  DRAINED  .  though  his  last  fight  was  a  WEEK  AGO  .  fatigue  flooded  him  as  if  he  just  stepped  out  of  the  RING  ,  but  instead  he  steps  in  and  out  from  ROOM  to  ROOM  in  their  MANSION  .  a  habit  like  NAIL  BITING  he  never  QUITED  since  they  were  together  .  arguments  made  billy  THE  GREAT  anxious  .  no  he  wasn’t  UNPREDICTABLE  ,  he  was  quite  the  OPPOSITE  .  stuck  in  a  RUT  ,  the  boxer  went  from  kitchen  ,  to  bathroom  ,  to  den  ,  to  bedroom  ,  to  upstairs  bathroom  ,  to  the  living  room  ,  and  he  finally  PLANTED  busy  feet  inside  the  TROPHY  ROOM  .  a  SHRINE  to  the  cause  of  MANY  fights  between  them  ----------  ARGUMENTS  that  flicked  up  dirt  from  the  ground  .          ❝ i  give  ya’  an  INCH  and  you  expect  a  MILE  .  i  can’t  DO  it  !  jordan’s  got  it  ALL  figured  out  maureen  ----------  you’re  actin’  like  i’ve  NEVER  been  in  a  FIGHT  before  ! ❞

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@crowhaze          /          STARTER  CALL  !

          ❝ YEAH  THAT  LIL’  FIREBALL  OVER  ‘ERE  IS  LEILA  . ❞          proud  ,  he  points  to  the  toddler  playing  on  the  playground  with  a  blonde  woman  ,  his  WIFE  .  warm  smile  brings  itself  against  his  lips  ----------  an  involuntary  ,  but  WELCOMED  act  that  occurs  whenever  his  daughter  is  brought  up  .          ❝ she’s  exactly  like  ‘er  MOTHER  . ❞

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@badassbctch          /          STARTER  CALL

          ❝ I  DUNNO  A  LOT  ‘BOUT  LAW  AND  SHIT  ---------- ❞          it  was  actually  something  that  came  FULL  CIRCLE  for  billy  ;  knowing  NOTHING  ,  but  by  being  DETAINED  so  many  times  ,  one  would  think  OTHERWISE  .          ❝ but  if  you  don’t  really  NEED  me  ,  then  don’t  i  get  ta’  leave  or  somethin’  ? ❞

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@mohope  .

IT COULD BE      the fact that she needed someone who could actually talk back in order to come to her senses. More likely, it was Billy’s presence. He was always able to talk her down, bring her a sense of calm when everything else seemed to be working against her. Rational thought breaks through a barrage of frenzied worst-case scenarios as she watches Billy speak to their daughter. She finds her way back to his original question, tries her best to not let any more of her worry blind her from reason.      “      She ate ‘bout an hour ago.      ”      Mo’s smooths down the back of Leila’s head, finding her breath somewhere between a laugh and her daughter’s stutters breaths evening out.      “      Am I’m bein’ crazy?      ”

          HE  CONTINUES  TO  BOUNCE  THEIR  INFANT  .  and  eventually  her  tears  subside  ,  and  the  crying  FINALLY  stops  .          ❝ aye  mo  ----------  look  . ❞          the  fighter  nuzzles  his  face  against  his  daughters  as  he  displays  the  ACHIEVEMENT  he’s  accomplished  .          ❝ see  ,  jus’  lay  her  down  for  like  an  hour  ,  and  she’ll  wanna’  eat  by  then  .  s’okay  baby  . ❞          removing  his  face  from  his  daughter’s  ,  he  presses  a  KISS  against  maureen’s  forehead  ----------  an  ASSURING  one  for  her  .         ❝ SO  ,  does  daddy  get  to  spend  the  HOUR  with  mommy  ? ❞          nicknames  for  the  BABY  leave  him  in  a  funny  tone  .          ❝ ‘cause  i’ve  been  missin’  you  . ❞          he  says  sheepishly  ,  continuing  to  bounce  and  SWAY  side  to  side  to  keep  their  baby  asleep  .

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You should’ve been the one that was killed.

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@mohope  .          /          001.

HE ADDS TO THIS      weightless feeling long before she is swooped up off her feet. Mo laughs into the crook of Billy’s neck, holding tight despite knowing he wouldn’t ever drop her. She draws back, anticipating his lips and prepared with a comment of her own.      “      Better watch that cheek, buddy, I’m almost a married woman.      ��       Her hands smooth down his chest as she finds herself on her feet once more. As determined as she is to get there, she does understand just how odd it would be to stand in front of a judge and expect something good to come out of it. How many times had she sat in an otherwise empty row crying as Billy was sentenced to time away from her? Maureen is determined to have this, she rubs his chest slowly and explains once more,    “      Signing papers.  ———-   Then something real quick in front of the judge. Simple vows we have to repeat. It’s just gonna be about you ‘n me, baby. Nothin’ to worry about.     ”

THEIR MODE OF TRANSPORTATION      for sake of ease, turns out to be a subway. Mo doesn’t usher the rest of the group in ( for once, she doesn’t have to ) instead they have already lead the way. Loud as ever and almost as giddy as she felt. Billy reminds her of a time when forever seemed far off, a good memory even if it resulted in some sticky hair. Leaning back against his chest, Mo tilts her chin up. A little time alone, particularly doing something that calls on a great memory seems like the perfect escape. She teases all the same,      “      Depends  ———-  you gonna let me smear it in your face this time?     ”  

          THE  MEMORY  BRINGS  A  LAUGH  .  sticky  mess  of  a  memory  .          ❝ AYE  if  i  remember  correctly  ----------  WHICH  I  DO  ----------  that  was  PURELY  an  accident  ! ❞          arms  hug  tighter  against  maureen’s  frame  as  the  subway  car  SHAKES  and  rattles  against  the  track  .  in  a  few  short  minutes  ,  they’ll  arrive  at  the  courthouse  and  do  what  they’ve  been  WAITING  to  do  since  the  day  they  MET  .  leaning  his  head  down  ,  lips  hum  the  WEDDING  MARCH  into  her  ear  ----------  all  the  while  ,  a  goofy  grin  plasters  onto  his  lips  .  

          NOW  WAITING  OUTSIDE  THE  COURTROOM  ,  LEG  BOUNCES  .  anticipation  is  eating  at  him  .  a  cocktail  MIXTURE  of  nerves  ,  EXCITEMENT  ,  and  anxiety  .  rough  hands  fail  to  STOP  rubbing  together  ----------  it  was  better  than  BITING  his  nails  ,  but  any  minute  now  ,  he  would  burn  a  HOLE  through  them  .          ❝ what  time  did  that  guy  say  again  ?  like  ----------  fifteen  minutes  or  something  ? ❞          he  KNOWS  he  HAS  to  be  ANNOYING  her  by  now  .  bouncing  leg  shakes  his  rubbing  hands  up  and  down  as  her  exhales  .          ❝ baby  ,  how’re  you  so  ALWAYS  calm  ? ❞          a  slight  smile  forms  as  he  leans  back  against  the  chair  ,  and  FINALLY  unravels  his  hands  so  one  could  drape  over  the  back  of  her  chair  .  leg  still  BOUNCES  .          ❝ c’mee  mo  . ❞          he  pulls  his  chair  closer  and  brings  his  arm  down  over  her  shoulders  .  kisses  are  planted  on  the  top  of  her  head  in  a  frenzy  manner  .  SHE  was  his  anchor  .

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@aboutwinning  .          /          001.

vultures  –– how oddly fitting. and there he is claiming he doesn’t have a way with words. though perhaps they might be more like wolves, waiting for him to mess up so they can tear him to pieces before his opponent even gets into the ring with him. doesn’t need a rocket scientist to figure out that there are more chances this will go   BADLY   than there are that this will go well… and this is billy, it’s his goddamn job  to protect him from any possible harm  ( as far as he’s able to.  inside the ring, he’s on his own for the most part. out here ? harvey’s got his back. )  he reaches out, hand placed on the boxer’s shoulder in an almost fatherly touch.  

❝ if you don’t wanna go out there, you don’t have to go out there, just say the word and i’ll get you outta here.  but you’re a   FIGHTER   not a goddamn  poet,   nobody is expecting pullman’s speech from independence day ––– billy, we don’t back down from fights. i’ll be up there with you. and hey, if you screw up badly, maybe i’ll let you punch me in the face for forcing you to do that ? ❞  there’s the smallest twitch of his lips and he gives billy’s shoulder a light squeeze. a  CHAMPION  –– a man with his record will have to face a few reporters occasionally. learning by doing…

           ❝ ...  INDEPENDENCE  DAY  HUH  ? ❞          the  SMALLEST  hint  of  a  grin  forms  .  something  so  slick  ,  one  would  miss  it  if  they  blinked  .  slow  nod  follows  as  he  crosses  his  arms  against  his  chest  .          ❝ you  know  i  fuckin’  HATE  it  when  you  do  that  . ❞          tone  light  ,  a  jest  at  his  long  time  friend  .  times  like  THESE  ,  he  was  glad  maureen  had  talked  him  into  hiring  HARVEY  .  there  wouldn’t  be  ANY  chance  billy  could’ve  overcome  so  many  PRESS  RELATED  ‘FIGHTS’  if  it  weren’t  for  him  ,  and  his  GOD  DAMN  mouth  .          ❝ ----------  just  once  ,  i  wish  you’d  let  me  fuckin’  win  somethin’  against  you  . ❞          strong  arm  unwraps  from  his  chest  to  throw  a  hit  against  the  other  man’s  arm  .  

          ❝ IT’S  JUST  GONNA’  BE  SOMETHIN’  SHORT  RIGHT  ? ❞         like  preparing  for  a  FIGHT  ,  the  boxer  finds  himself  in  the  same  ROUTINE  of  RITUALS  he  practices  before  stepping  in  the  ring  .  DEEP  BREATHS  ,  and  shuffling  steps  LEFT  to  RIGHT  .  he  was  gonna  DO  this  ,  his  trust  in  HARVEY  was  strong  ,  and  he  knew  he  had  his  back  .

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“i don’t give a shit what happened.”

@mohope  .         /          inbox  meme  .          /          accepting  .

          HE  SHOULDN’T  BE  TALKING  TO  HER  THROUGH  PLEXIGLAS  .  yet  here  he  is  .  ORANGE  jumpsuit  ,  metal  bracelets  given  by  the  LAW  on  each  wrist  and  FIVE  short  minutes  on  the  phone  .          ❝ baby  . ❞          it’s  a  PLEA  ———  though  he  doesn’t  expect  her  to  LISTEN  .  maureen  held  EVERY  right  to  slap  the  lecture  cards  in  his  face  .  BARELY  passing  his  last  sentence  ,  the  STREET  FIGHTER  was  LUCKY  enough  that  the  judge  didn’t  charge  him  with  something  MORE  ,  something  he  probably  deserved  for  the  amount  of  times  the  name  BILLY  HOPE  was  read  with  ASSAULT  in  the  same  sentence  in  the  courthouse  .          ❝ mo  ,  c’mon  baby  .  don’t  say  that  . ❞          the  CLATTER  of  the  handcuffs  don’t  help  him  when  he  shuffles  with  the  phone  .  BUSTED  eyes  try  to  find  hers  through  the  foggy  plexiglas  ———-  but  it’s  close  to  IMPOSSIBLE  .  curses  mumble  under  his  breath  as  he  leans  CLOSER  to  the  clear  wall  between  them  .  DESPERATE  to  have  her  look  at  him  again  .         ❝ it’s  only  a  few  weeks  mo  .  then  i’ll  do  BETTER  ———-  i’ll try  a  lot  harder  . ❞        although  TRY  might  not  be  the  word  she  needs  to  hear  ,  it’s  too  late  .  state  guards  pull  him  by  the  back  collar  of  the  jumpsuit  ———-  almost  dragging  him  away  from  the  phone  .  AGGRAVATED  ,  billy  attempts  to  resist  .  he  wasn’t  going  to  leave  maureen  like  this  ,  but  it’s  not  a  new  story  that  billy’s  temperament  gets  him  in  MORE  trouble  .          ❝ MAUREEN  !  ———-  shit  ———-  i  will  come  back  to  YOU  !   ❞          and  with  that  ,  he  was  shoved  through  the  doors  ,  out  of  her  sight  .