An Open Letter to Adonis Creed: You Know You the Villain in Creed II, Right?

Dear Donnie, You the champ. The result of your father’s legacy, the heir to Creed glory, a warrior who stepped from the shadows of Apollo to become a great all your own. You’re rich. You’re handsome. You’re the best. But enough time done past after the premiere of Creed II and enough emotion done wore off so I need to tell you the truth about something, okay? You ready? Alright, here goes, my dude. You know you lost, right?

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, now I know you thinkin’, This dude crazy, I won fair and square. And you right, you right! Even made dude throw the towel and that shit never happens in Rocky movies! Das the fucked up part, yo. So hear me out champ, because Rocky told you in part one, you see that face in the mirror? That’s your toughest opponent righchea… until you came up on Yung Sabretooth Viktor Fucking Drago. And if we really wanna get into it we can get really real about how wack it was for us to be cheering for you. The whole fact we supposed to be out here cheering for the rich kid son-of-a-champion is all the proof I need we living in a glitched timeline. Donnie, your 16-0 boxing record was from underground cockfighting in Mexico. You lost 1 of 2 legitimate fights and were basically .500 coming into this movie. Your dad was 48-0 before he gave Rocky a chance. You a fucking legacy admission, my g.

Can I keep it Family Dollar, my g? Because after the credits rolled and I went back home I tossed and turned. I couldn’t eat breakfast. Something ain’t si…