Complete fool

September 10, 2025Sep 10

[Scene: A prison visiting room. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, guards posted by the wall. Rayzah sits down in his hoodie and ring pants, towel over his shoulders. Across the glass, his fallen brother Jayden Bishop — a former street soldier of Anarchy, now serving time — walks in cuffed. He takes a seat, scarred knuckles resting on the table, and picks up the receiver. Rayzah picks up his own, calm but concerned.]

Rayzah:
How you holdin’ up in here, brother?

Jayden Bishop:
Man, I’m straight. Don’t even worry about me. You need to lock in on that match comin’ up. MSG, Ike Udoka… that’s what’s right in front of you.

[Rayzah leans forward, voice low, eyes sharp.]

Rayzah:
I hear you. But I’m sick of the disrespect. Dudes like Cade think shit is sweet. He keep pushin’, he gon’ learn the hard way. But right now? It’s Ike. MSG. Lights hot, cameras closer. He’s the one in my sights.

[Jayden smirks, leans closer to the glass.]

Jayden Bishop:

Yeah… Ike. In here, we got a word for cats like him: “Onye nzuzu kpuru isi.” A complete fool. Look tough in the mirror, but no brains, no backbone. Pressure hit him — he crack easy.

.

[Rayzah nods slowly, pulling the towel off his head, letting it hang in one hand as he stares through the glass.]

Rayzah:
Then I’ll break him clean. “Borrón y cuenta nueva.” My slate. My start. His end.

[Rayzah leans forward, his palm flat on the glass, voice calm but edged.]

Rayzah:
MSG ain’t just another fight — it’s the line in the sand. And Ike’s about to find out what happens when you step over it.

Jayden Bishop:
Then do it. For me. For Anarchy. For everybody that couldn’t make it out. Leave Ike with nothin’ but scars — and Cade with nothin’ but silence.

[The two stare through the glass — silent vow — before Rayzah lowers the receiver and walks away. Fade to black.]