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It had been about a month since Aidan last competed on the CFA stage. The injury he sustained at the paws of Lox was healing well, but the pain and stiffness in his back lingered, preventing him from returning to fight. Day to day activities weren't too bad, but he was glad to be at his mother's house because he knew she would make sure he was taken care of as much as possible so he could heal. He sat back in the living area of the home, watching television and waited for the delicious smelling breakfast his maternal parent was preparing.
While she hated seeing her son injured, Mrs. Gold was very happy that he was home with her. His participation in such brutal sports was hard for her to stomach. First it was football. Then wrestling. And now the CFA. She secretly hoped that maybe this was it for him. That after sustaining an injury that threatened his athletic ability for the second time, he would focus more on his academics or even his music.
She allowed Aidan to make his own choices in those matters, but the young male knew how she felt about it. He always let her know that if an opportunity presented itself, he would go into a safer route of employment. While he sat on the couch, he thought about what that may look like for him. Finishing his degree would be the easiest, but getting a corporate job sounded awful. Making music would be fun, but breaking into the business is a long grind that he already knew well. Suddenly, his cell phone rang throughout the house stirring him from his internal dialogue. Mrs. Gold, a female retriever of slightly above average height entered the room with the device in paw as she swiped the straight blonde hair from her muzzle.
"Pookie Pup," she hollered out to him, "you have a call from..."
Aidan straightened up and lumbered over to where she stood.
"Who is it, Ma?" he asked, confused by her pause and blank stare.
"It says 'Unknown'."
Aidan raised his brow and reached for the phone. He depressed the answer button and cautiously brought the speaker to his ear, unsure of what to expect on the other line.
"Hello?"
"Hey, yo. I'm lookin for Aidan Gold."
"This...this is him. Who is this?"
"BaddWill. What's up, dawg?"
Aidan scoffed, "BaddWill? Yeah, right. For real, who is this?"
"I'm serious."
"Aight, bro. Whoever this is, I ain't in the mood. Peace."
He hung up and set the phone on a countertop before storming back to his dent in the couch. The device rang out again and Aidan's mother reached for it.
"Let it go, Ma," the younger canine said.
Mrs. Gold's sweet nature couldn't just ignore the caller. Against her son's wishes she picked up the chirping piece of metal and glass.
"Hi! This is Aidan's mom. I'm sorry, my Pook is just a little bit cranky today."
"Mom, I told you not to call me that in front of people!"
She shushed him, "I can't hear. And besides, he's not in front of us."
Aidan smacked his palm against his forehead in frustration as his mother listened to the speaker.
Mrs. Gold nodded and turned back to her son, "He says to tell you that he's in Atlanta and wants to work on something with you."
She paused to hear the rest of the caller's request, "Also...he says the beat from your entrance music uses a horn and drum kick that reminds him of...the song '1989' from his very first album 'Beat Synopsis'."
Aidan's ears perked up. Only a discerning ear would be able to detect the sound he had used to rhyme over for his song.
"That can't really be..." he thought.
He quietly stepped over to his mother and reached his paw back out for the phone.
"Hold for just a second Mr. Will," she said before honoring Aidan's request.
Aidan muted his microphone and frantically swiped to his social media app. He searched for BaddWill's verified page and saw the most recent post came from Atlanta's airport.
"Holy shit, this is him!"
He fumbled the device around his paws and unmuted his microphone to be heard again.
"This is Aidan! Yo, I'm trippin'! You BaddWill for real!"
"Yes sir. I was tryna see if you wanted to meet me in the studio."
"You kiddin'? Yo that would be a dream! Tell me when and I'm there!"
A few hours later, Aidan was walking up to 11th Street Studios. He entered the building and saw all of the equipment he had become familiar with over the years of making his own raps. That familiarity didn't stop him from feeling anxious about meeting a platinum selling producer. He walked into a booth and saw the male he was looking for. Seated in front of large, high tech soundboard was a black panther of average height and build. Subtly dressed in a black shirt and jeans, a thick platinum necklace and diamond studded earrings served as statement pieces.
He swiveled the chair around at the sound of the door opening, "What up, what up?"
Aidan smiled, "B-Dub! Wow this is crazy, yo!"
They dapped each other up and sat down in front of the board.
"Welcome to the sanctuary big dog," BaddWill said.
"This is dope," Aidan said with his eyes widened at the vast display of buttons, switches and mixers. "Never been in a studio this advanced before. "
BaddWill laughed, "I could tell by the sound of your song."
"Yeah definitely wasn't high end stuff," Aidan said with an embarrassed smile. "On that note, why you reachin out to me? You gotta have bigger fish to fry."
"Cuz I been watching the CFA. To be honest with you, I'm actually on vacation now. Out visiting friends and fam outside of Cali. So when I came through the ATL, I figured I'd try to link up with you."
"Word? You like fights?"
"I watch all kinda sports. I was at your L.A. show. Came to find I liked your style. In the ring and out."
"That's love. I appreciate that."
"No doubt. You seem to have a real heart for hip hop. This ain't just a gimmick for your fights is it?"
"Nah, nah. I was trying to break into music before this whole CFA thing took off. I thought maybe if I could get out there fighting, someone could hear my style. Never thought it'd be someone like you, but..."
BaddWill could see the canine processing thoughts through the pause in his words.
"But what?"
"I kinda enjoy this CFA thing, dude. Like...
I'm sure my Mom would rather I write rhymes than throw punches, but that competitive fire is hard to extinguish. And my last fight - -"
The panther nodded, "Yeah, you can't go out like that."
"Exactly! So as awesome as it would be to come out and drop a album, I got some work to finish still."
BaddWill pointed to the white tank hoodie that wrapped the muscular chest of the golden retriever, "You do not disappoint my dawg. That's the answer I was expecting to hear."
A puzzled look came over Aidan, "So then why did you wanna get me in studio?"
"Because we gotta update that theme song of yours. Check this out."
The panther began working the switches and dials on the soundboard as melodic beats exited the surrounding speakers before flowing into the males' ears.
Aidan's head nodded in rhythm, "Ooooh...yeah buddy. I can work with this!"
It's no secret that Aidan's character is based on WWE's John Cena. There are some differences between Aidan and the Doctor of Thuganomics, but I can't help but imagine him with a similar theme song
Aidan's Theme: https://youtu.be/gQhJMvJDSZA
So cool to get and honored to feature
BaddWill in a commission of mine. I always love listening to his beats and having talked with him, it was a neat opportunity to have him be a part of Aidan's development. Thanks for that B-Dub! Hope you enjoy the read and the art piece.
BaddWill © BaddWill
Aidan © dub-c aka me
pacIt had been about a month since Aidan last competed on the CFA stage. The injury he sustained at the paws of Lox was healing well, but the pain and stiffness in his back lingered, preventing him from returning to fight. Day to day activities weren't too bad, but he was glad to be at his mother's house because he knew she would make sure he was taken care of as much as possible so he could heal. He sat back in the living area of the home, watching television and waited for the delicious smelling breakfast his maternal parent was preparing.
While she hated seeing her son injured, Mrs. Gold was very happy that he was home with her. His participation in such brutal sports was hard for her to stomach. First it was football. Then wrestling. And now the CFA. She secretly hoped that maybe this was it for him. That after sustaining an injury that threatened his athletic ability for the second time, he would focus more on his academics or even his music.
She allowed Aidan to make his own choices in those matters, but the young male knew how she felt about it. He always let her know that if an opportunity presented itself, he would go into a safer route of employment. While he sat on the couch, he thought about what that may look like for him. Finishing his degree would be the easiest, but getting a corporate job sounded awful. Making music would be fun, but breaking into the business is a long grind that he already knew well. Suddenly, his cell phone rang throughout the house stirring him from his internal dialogue. Mrs. Gold, a female retriever of slightly above average height entered the room with the device in paw as she swiped the straight blonde hair from her muzzle.
"Pookie Pup," she hollered out to him, "you have a call from..."
Aidan straightened up and lumbered over to where she stood.
"Who is it, Ma?" he asked, confused by her pause and blank stare.
"It says 'Unknown'."
Aidan raised his brow and reached for the phone. He depressed the answer button and cautiously brought the speaker to his ear, unsure of what to expect on the other line.
"Hello?"
"Hey, yo. I'm lookin for Aidan Gold."
"This...this is him. Who is this?"
"BaddWill. What's up, dawg?"
Aidan scoffed, "BaddWill? Yeah, right. For real, who is this?"
"I'm serious."
"Aight, bro. Whoever this is, I ain't in the mood. Peace."
He hung up and set the phone on a countertop before storming back to his dent in the couch. The device rang out again and Aidan's mother reached for it.
"Let it go, Ma," the younger canine said.
Mrs. Gold's sweet nature couldn't just ignore the caller. Against her son's wishes she picked up the chirping piece of metal and glass.
"Hi! This is Aidan's mom. I'm sorry, my Pook is just a little bit cranky today."
"Mom, I told you not to call me that in front of people!"
She shushed him, "I can't hear. And besides, he's not in front of us."
Aidan smacked his palm against his forehead in frustration as his mother listened to the speaker.
Mrs. Gold nodded and turned back to her son, "He says to tell you that he's in Atlanta and wants to work on something with you."
She paused to hear the rest of the caller's request, "Also...he says the beat from your entrance music uses a horn and drum kick that reminds him of...the song '1989' from his very first album 'Beat Synopsis'."
Aidan's ears perked up. Only a discerning ear would be able to detect the sound he had used to rhyme over for his song.
"That can't really be..." he thought.
He quietly stepped over to his mother and reached his paw back out for the phone.
"Hold for just a second Mr. Will," she said before honoring Aidan's request.
Aidan muted his microphone and frantically swiped to his social media app. He searched for BaddWill's verified page and saw the most recent post came from Atlanta's airport.
"Holy shit, this is him!"
He fumbled the device around his paws and unmuted his microphone to be heard again.
"This is Aidan! Yo, I'm trippin'! You BaddWill for real!"
"Yes sir. I was tryna see if you wanted to meet me in the studio."
"You kiddin'? Yo that would be a dream! Tell me when and I'm there!"
A few hours later, Aidan was walking up to 11th Street Studios. He entered the building and saw all of the equipment he had become familiar with over the years of making his own raps. That familiarity didn't stop him from feeling anxious about meeting a platinum selling producer. He walked into a booth and saw the male he was looking for. Seated in front of large, high tech soundboard was a black panther of average height and build. Subtly dressed in a black shirt and jeans, a thick platinum necklace and diamond studded earrings served as statement pieces.
He swiveled the chair around at the sound of the door opening, "What up, what up?"
Aidan smiled, "B-Dub! Wow this is crazy, yo!"
They dapped each other up and sat down in front of the board.
"Welcome to the sanctuary big dog," BaddWill said.
"This is dope," Aidan said with his eyes widened at the vast display of buttons, switches and mixers. "Never been in a studio this advanced before. "
BaddWill laughed, "I could tell by the sound of your song."
"Yeah definitely wasn't high end stuff," Aidan said with an embarrassed smile. "On that note, why you reachin out to me? You gotta have bigger fish to fry."
"Cuz I been watching the CFA. To be honest with you, I'm actually on vacation now. Out visiting friends and fam outside of Cali. So when I came through the ATL, I figured I'd try to link up with you."
"Word? You like fights?"
"I watch all kinda sports. I was at your L.A. show. Came to find I liked your style. In the ring and out."
"That's love. I appreciate that."
"No doubt. You seem to have a real heart for hip hop. This ain't just a gimmick for your fights is it?"
"Nah, nah. I was trying to break into music before this whole CFA thing took off. I thought maybe if I could get out there fighting, someone could hear my style. Never thought it'd be someone like you, but..."
BaddWill could see the canine processing thoughts through the pause in his words.
"But what?"
"I kinda enjoy this CFA thing, dude. Like...
I'm sure my Mom would rather I write rhymes than throw punches, but that competitive fire is hard to extinguish. And my last fight - -"
The panther nodded, "Yeah, you can't go out like that."
"Exactly! So as awesome as it would be to come out and drop a album, I got some work to finish still."
BaddWill pointed to the white tank hoodie that wrapped the muscular chest of the golden retriever, "You do not disappoint my dawg. That's the answer I was expecting to hear."
A puzzled look came over Aidan, "So then why did you wanna get me in studio?"
"Because we gotta update that theme song of yours. Check this out."
The panther began working the switches and dials on the soundboard as melodic beats exited the surrounding speakers before flowing into the males' ears.
Aidan's head nodded in rhythm, "Ooooh...yeah buddy. I can work with this!"
It's no secret that Aidan's character is based on WWE's John Cena. There are some differences between Aidan and the Doctor of Thuganomics, but I can't help but imagine him with a similar theme song
Aidan's Theme: https://youtu.be/gQhJMvJDSZA
So cool to get and honored to feature
BaddWill in a commission of mine. I always love listening to his beats and having talked with him, it was a neat opportunity to have him be a part of Aidan's development. Thanks for that B-Dub! Hope you enjoy the read and the art piece.BaddWill ©
BaddWillAidan © dub-c aka me
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File Size 920.6 kB
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