Mj1ce and For All

[Stu]

Mj1: “Okay, so … so look, I got some shit to clear up. I am the Light-Heavyweight Champion, esse, see? I got the belt, I got the record, I defended it. It’s MINE, mang! And I’m sick of bastardos like Ivan Kruchev talkin’ bad about me holding this belt. If it wasn’t mine, someone would have taken it from me! ¿Comprender?

“Holding this belt means more to me that anyone knows. This … this says everything about me. Growing up in la barrio, it was a fact, what you own makes you who you are. Homies wore gold and ink and the best shoes, had the most tricked out rides, because that is what told everyone who you are. If you have it, and you can hold onto it, esse, that’s who you are.

“Mi familia, they been living good since I got into PWA, and especially since I got this here. Mis hijos have been places and seen things that I couldn’t dream of growing up. They are going to a better school. They are going to be better than me, and it’s all because of el Gran Cinturón, el Gran Oro. Am I gonna give this back because of what some whining gringos say about me behind my back? Hells, no!

“So why am I even talking about this?

“Because some of this talk hasn’t been behind my back. I got assholes talking to my face with disrespect about this, mang. I get word from teachers that my kids are getting into fights over this when someone else’s little punks badmouth me to them. And … and I start to think to myself: sí, I can hold this, that makes it mine … but did I really get it in the first place?

“So this match I got in Impávido against Pantaro, this is to settle it. This is to settle whether or not this belt is his … or mine. And when I win, it will silence all the doubters. Pantaro, te tengo un gran respeto, hermano, pero esto es mío. Sin piedad, mang.”