The Reed Family Dynasty

[The Silver Tongued Devil]

april, 2010 

atlanta, georgia 

4:45am 

Blue lights.



They were everywhere tonight, reflecting off of every surface as it seemed to stretch for miles.



Then again, they were becoming more and more of a common occurrence in Atlanta and to be honest, it didn’t faze me much anymore.



Granted, it never really did in the first place.



For the past week, they’ve been cracking down on a lot of the gang and drug activity that’s been going on in Southwest Atlanta, in hopes to detouring the drug trade and with it majority of the violence and various crimes that came with it. And for the most part, it worked. They would be out here for the next few days and majority of the gangbangers would close up shop or just lay low for a few weeks until all the heat was gone and then the police would leave, as always…



…and once the cat was away the mouse would play.



It was like a circle that never really stopped.



Standing outside of the Victory Lake projects in outskirts of Atlanta, I slid the black cotton beanie over my head as I couldn’t help myself but watch Atlanta PD’s “finest” drag out several black men out into the streets in cuffs as they cursed loudly, swearing that they didn’t do anything. Their mothers and or girlfriends would come out behind them in tears swearing that they were good men and had nothing to do with anything. Patrol cars, SUV’s, and SWAT Transport Vans littered the streets as I kept my distance as they sat the suspects on the curb, each man with his hands in cuffs and their hands hung down in either guilt or shame…maybe both.



One of them lifted his head and through the sea of flashlights and flashing blue lights we caught eyes for a moment.



I didn’t know the man, knowing what he was probably mixed up in, I didn’t want to.



But yet, there seemed to be a common thought shared between the two of us.

“Don’t be like me, man…get the fuck out of here…get the fuck out of Atlanta…be something greater than all of this. If anyone can get out of here…you can. Now go…go and make something out of yourself.” 

I turned my head away from his gaze as I placed a pair of silver gummy earbuds into my ears as I selected the shuffle function on the iPod before sliding into the pocket of my hooded jacket as I started to walk from the hectic scene that was only going to get worse as the morning continued to move on.



Soon my walk turned into a jog…



…and soon enough my jog turned into a run.



I wanted to think that I was just taking another run to the gym across town that I’ve taken many times in the past, but this morning seemed different and subconsciously maybe I was finally running away from this God-forsaken town…only to never look back.

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[Aries Reed sits in front of his masterfully crafted marble chess board, already set up properly on top of a large wooden desk, which had its top expertly polished as it had a dull shine underneath the low lights.]



[Aries keeps it classy, like a true gentleman would, in his all black suit and tie with his hair braided in a complex pattern flowing back down his head as it loosely hands down past his neck. He studies the untouched board, ready to make his first move as he rubs forefinger and his thumb together slowly, his mind running a million miles a minute. He doesn't look up at the camera that slowly rotates around the desk, showing the empty chair across from him.]



“So, my debut didn’t go exactly according to plan…”



“...but that’s alright.”



“The path to greatness isn’t smooth sailing and I don’t expect it to be, but you have to fall in love with the process, you have to embrace the wins and the losses alike and pull the lessons from it and improve to get better than you were two weeks ago.”



“It’s called falling in love with the process.”



“The process of being great.”



“But what happened at Vertigo those moons ago is in the past and I can either dwell on it such a point where it eats me up on the inside or I can simply forge forward and show the rest of the FGA that losing to Valero...regardless of how valiant...was nothing more a glitch that won’t happen again. So it begs the question...what do I do now?”



[Aries, already knowing the answer of the question, he simply shakes his head slowly.]



"We look at the new challenge set before us...we look at the new obstacle in our quest to be on the best that the FGA has to offer. In short, we take a look at Mr. Christopher Vector.



[Aries chuckles for a moment at the thought of actually 'showing his hand'.]



“Mr. Vector, if you want to think that just because I haven’t took the time to speak so quickly is a mistake, then you're as naive as you are dumb. When I have something to say...I'm going to say it. I could wait for you land the first punch because if I wanted, I could play the defensive and the best offense is a good defense. If I wanted to speak first, I could easily do so because my voice is the one that they want to hear. I could act first because it's because of my actions, that people come to watch. It's because of who I am that people are drawn to me like a moth to flame.”



“I could speak first but why would I want to? It's simple, actually. It's because you're so stupid enough to open your mouth first and save me the trouble.”



“I could speak first because you're so concerned about getting your voice heard that you fail to realize that what I'm going to say is going to rock you to your core. You want to have a battle of wits with Aries Reed...then you're grossly out gunned...out manned...and out classed.”



“Dear sir...these are Universal Truths, so I hope you’re taking notes. And for your future information and general knowledge...I not 'probably' being a asshole...”



“...I am being an asshole because I am an asshole.”



“With all of your ‘technical’ skill in the ring, I'm heads above you...whatever dedication and years of hard work that you've used to perfect your skillset was nothing more but time wasted when you step into the ring with me. Mr.Vector, realize that I'm not some backyard wrestler, I'm not independent sensation...”



“...I'm so much more better than all of them.”



“And that's what I think...that's what I know.”



“I question your heart, desire, and determination because it's exactly that...”



“...in question.”



“If I wanted to think that you were a pushover...then I would've called you a pushover but I don't, so I didn't."



“And please be aware, Mr. Vector I have YET to begin to push you, I have YET to begin to toy with you, I have YET to even begin to start anything with you, Mr. Vector. Because understand this, when I start with you, I won't give you the chance to finish it. I won't give you the chance to respond or retaliate. When I beat you, I will leave no doubt, I will no inkling of suspicion, or any criticism that Aries Reed is everything that's advertised.”



“I don't need you to be scared, that's no fun for me. I don't want you to back down, because why even come into the ring. I want you to be in my face, because it's going to be so much more sweeter when crush you and send you down to your knees in defeat...or in this case, flat on your back. You want to make me REGRET my words?”



[Another chuckle escapes his lips.]



“...Good luck.”



“Everything I've said about you, everything I've said that I'm going to do you is true. You want to think that I've belittled and offended you? Mr. Vector, I haven't even begun to belittle or offend when it comes to you because you aren't worth the time or the mental space to do so...but trust me, it can happen in an instant. You want to get all emotional because of the words that come out of my mouth?”



“Check those things at the door, your emotions will do nothing more but get you hurt."



“You want punt me in the skull because of what I've had the say, then I hope you get your chance. But you then again...you won't.”

april, 2013 

jackson state penitentiary 

jackson, georgia 

A Georgian spring was something to see, even in middle Georgia. Granted it wasn't anything like Vermont or New Hampshire, but there was something about Georgia that just oozed relaxation and serenity. The various greens that seemed to be masterfully painted through the Georgia countryside reminded me why I enjoyed being a Georgia boy. But yet my visit through middle Georgia wasn't exactly for vacation as I took the trek down Interstate 75 South. This was more business than anything else...



...more like family business.



And I as I looked out of the Jackson State Penitentiary waiting room, seeing my reflection in the double plated glass, all I could do was let out a deep sigh of anticipation and longing. It's been two and a half years since my brother Nicholas was found guilty of a drug possession with intent to distribute from a plea deal that would've given him five to ten years if found guilty, if it has gone to trial. He opted for the plea deal that would sentence him to four years only to serve three, early release if paroled on good behavior. Granted, I didn't go into the details of his case and to be honest, I didn't want too. Darius had always been a hothead and I knew eventually his short fuse would end him up in trouble...but yet, he was getting out and as promised I was going to be the first friendly face he saw when stepping out of the cold prison walls.



I reached up and adjusted the red silk tie that was wrapped in a Windsor knot around my large neck, listening to the large beige door click loudly as the cogs inside started to turn, slowly pulling the large steel door back. I spun around on my heels to face the slowly opening door a smile began to involuntarily form on my lips as I saw him for the first time in over 700 days.



Darius Reed stepped through the door and just like when I saw him in that Atlanta Courtroom when they led him away in handcuffs, he was still all smiles. And even now at the sight of his pseudo-successful little brother, he was still smiling as if he didn't spend three years in his own personal hell.



“Goddamn, little brother, you've gotten big since I went inside.”



I chuckled slightly as I shook my head slowly.



“A lot has changed since you've been inside...but let me be the first to welcome you back to the real world.”



With a large smile, Darius stepped into the waiting room from the other side and embraced me hard in a brotherly hug as he patted me on the back hard. Slowly he pulled back, giving me the once over as he ran his fingers over the collar of my custom tailored suit jacket letting out an impressive whistle.



“Hot damn, son...it seems the UWL is paying you quite well nowadays. Thank God, you got my sense of style.”



With a smirk, I shove his hand away as I shake my head slowly. “Well someone had to pick it up once you decided to go all 'Incredible Hulk' in Atlanta. Besides...it seems that you lost a bit of your style.”



Darius looked down at the current dress of rather baggy white t-shirt and khaki pants and groaned lightly.



“Yeah, don't remind me...listen can we finish this brotherly reunion elsewhere. I spent two and half years of my life in this pisshole and now that I'm out I don't want to spend another second here. Besides, I have to get in touch with my Parole Officer within twenty four hours.” he said with a sigh.



I placed my hand on his broad shoulder and chuckled gently.



“I've already taken care of it.”



With an arched brow, he looked up at me with a questioning smirk on his lips and rightfully so.



“Taken care of what, per say?”



“I've already spoken with your PO once I found out when you were getting out and as your only family, she was actually pretty understanding of what I explained to her and she gave me her word that she would allow you to travel out of state for work.”



“For work? Aries, what in the actual fuck are you talking about? The warehouses back home are closed...it's been closed for years. I had to file bankruptcy, I don't have two pennies to rub together and as a convicted felon, who's going to hire me? You?”



I just nod my head slowly as Darius just laughs to himself for a moment.



“Okay, so I'll bite...where are we going? What are we going to be doing?”



“The exact thing I said I was going to do before I left Atlanta...I was going to make sure that Aries Reed because a household name. I got some friends out West that are going to help me and you out. We are going to keep you quiet and underground...and get you back on your feet.”



“And where are we going to do that?”



“We're not going to back Knoxville, I’m done with that place, we're going to the West Coast...we're going to San Diego and we're leaving tonight.”



Walking past my older brother, I open the double doors of the State Prison waiting room, taking in a deep breath of the sweet Georgia air, which was quite refreshing from the stale yet sterile air of the Prison. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face as I turned to look over my shoulder at Darius.



“You in or what?”

theblackestsun.com/promos 

the silver tongued devil chronicles 

fga wrestling presents vertigo 

aries reed v. chris vector 

hype video ii 

[Leaning back in his leather chair, Aries crosses his arms over his chest for a moment and sighs softly.]



“I want to think that I've made a grave mistake when it comes to you...



[Slowly he shakes his head.]



“But then I realized that I'm far from making mistakes...I don't make mistakes...especially when it comes to you."



“I need you HEAR me, Mr. Vector.”



“I need you to COMPREHEND what I'm saying.”



“I need you to finally begin to UNDERSTAND what I'm trying to tell you.”



[Aries sighs and takes a moment to collect his breath and calm himself as his smile remains on his lips.]



“You know, maybe that's my fault...maybe I'm being too complex for you and for that I apologize, so please allow me to rephrase a few things for you so that you have a clearer grasp on what's being said.”



[His smile slowly fades from his lips as the camera zooms in slowly on his face as his brown eyes seem to pierce through the screen.]



“You're fake, not as a wrestler...not as an athlete...but as a man.”



“You're fake...you're unoriginal...you're transparent...as a man, you're nothing but another cookie cutter cut out who doesn't have the minerals to stick around...and I've been tasked with doing the dirty work and take out the trash.”



“This isn’t going to be just business...this isn’t going to be personal, this is just going to be a simple asskicking because I don’t -just- want to beat you...I want to do whatever it takes to beat you to such a point that you'll never think about stepping up to my level ever again. You think that I've messed or pushed the wrong guy, no, I've only begun to mess with you and I've only begun to push you, Mr. Vector."



“My position is right where I need to be and my tongue is what gets your attention. I can't wait to come face to face with and show you why I'm a better wrestler than you...why I'm better fighter than you....why I'm a better man than you. From Tokyo to Knoxville....from Rome to Los Angeles...from New York City to San Paulo...regardless of the venue, the results remain the same.”



“Aries Reed is better than Chris Vector on all levels.”



“What I speak is truth...what I do in the ring is the gospel.”



“So take your corny catchphrases, whatever they maybe...and take your rather bland moveset and mull over what's been said and take it in.”



“And maybe then you're realize that when it comes to this game.”



[Reaching over, he knocks over the ivory King with a single finger, as the chess piece rolls off the table.]



“You've already lost.”



[Dismissively, he waves his hand away as the camera fades.]