LMR60X: THE SHADOW KINGS
Book I – Origins of El Huncho Joker & Trapzae
PROLOGUE – The Twin Thrones of Shadow
In the urban twilight between Memphis and Fort Worth, two cities breathed the same smoke. Streets separated by hundreds of miles shared one pulse—danger, hunger, and destiny.
In this world rose a brotherhood forged by shadows: LMR60X. And at its throne stood two names whispered like prophecy…
El Huncho Joker – the chaotic king of Orange Mound & River Oaks.
Trapzae – the quiet storm from Clarksville, the right hand who made the king's words reality.
Their journey—written in blood, grit, and loyalty—begins long before the world spoke their names.
CHAPTER 1 – Born in the Mound
Orange Mound, Memphis—where cracked sidewalks held memories of every man trying to outrun his past.
Before he became El Huncho Joker, he was simply Kairo "Kai" Mendez, a kid caught between the rhythm of blues and the echo of sirens.
Kai never fit the mold. While other kids played ball or ran the blocks, Kai carried a notebook filled with sketches—half-painted faces, graffiti crowns, burning cityscapes. He was an artist first, a fighter second.
But the streets never cared about your dreams.
When Kai was 13, a local set pressed him, trying to recruit him. He refused. They jumped him, leaving a split across his cheek that healed crooked.
He wore the scar like a smile.
That night, he painted his face for the first time—half-clown, half-demon. A symbol of how the world had made him.
The orange streetlights shimmered against the wet pavement as he whispered to himself:
> "If they want a monster… I'll be one they can't control.
CHAPTER 2 – The River Oath
When Kai turned fifteen, his mother moved them to River Oaks, Fort Worth, hoping distance would fix what Memphis broke.
It didn't.
River Oaks had its own wolves—its own struggles. But here, Kai learned something Memphis never taught him: leadership.
The teens in River Oaks were divided, each block beefing with the next for nothing more than respect and survival. Kai brought Memphis energy—fearless, artistic, unpredictable. He connected the disconnected.
He started tagging the letters "60X" on abandoned walls, a cryptic mark only he understood. A symbol of crossing cities, crossing fates.
But it didn't become a movement until the night he defended a younger kid named Esteban from a group of older teens. Kai fought alone—three against one—and didn't back down.
The neighborhood took notice.
That night, the teens of River Oaks asked him:
> "What you callin' this crew?"
Kai didn't answer with words. He pulled out a spray can and wrote:
LMR60X
L – La Muerte / The Mound
M – Memphis / Mendez
R – River Oaks
60X – The path connecting both cities
The crew was born.
And Kai became El Huncho Joker.
CHAPTER 3 – The Clarksville Ghost
While Joker was building a name in River Oaks, another legend was simmering far away in Clarksville, Tennessee.
His name was Zaylan "Trapzae" Carter.
Trapzae wasn't loud. He wasn't flashy. He was the type who watched every move in the room, calculating, analyzing.
His childhood shaped him into a strategist. His father disappeared early, his mother worked nights, and Zay spent his evenings wandering out-of-bounds neighborhoods where silence taught him how to listen.
Trapzae didn't fight unless he had to. But when he did? He ended it.
He made money young—flipping small hustles, learning terrain, studying people's patterns like puzzles.
He earned the nickname "Trapzae" because he could set up a play so smooth the other person didn't realize they'd lost until it was over.
But Clarksville was small. Zay's ambition wasn't.
He needed a bigger purpose. A bigger kingdom.
And fate delivered it through a Memphis cousin who wouldn't shut up about a kid in River Oaks making noise.
CHAPTER 4 – When Kings Meet
Trapzae came to Fort Worth one summer under the excuse of visiting family, but really, he wanted to see if Joker was real or just street myth.
He found Joker in an abandoned lot, painting a mural of split-faced demons above a cracked Memphis street sign.
Trapzae watched for twenty minutes before speaking.
"Why the two faces?" he asked.
Joker didn't stop painting.
"One for who I am. One for what they made me."
Trapzae smirked.
"Which one's talkin' to me?"
Joker turned, paint dripping off his fingertips.
"Both."
They didn't shake hands. They didn't trade names. They just understood each other—two different storms heading the same direction.
Within days, Trapzae became Joker's shadow. Within months, he became the mind behind every move. Within years, he became the right hand of LMR60X.
Joker was chaos. Trapzae was calculation.
Together, they were unstoppable.
CHAPTER 5 – Building the Empire
Under Joker's leadership and Trapzae's strategy, LMR60X spread across Memphis, River Oaks, and Clarksville.
They weren't just a crew—they were a network. A movement. A code.
Their sigil: the split-face joker mask with 60X branded across it. Their message: two cities, one reign. Their promise: loyalty above all.
The streets whispered their names with respect and fear.
CHAPTER 6 – The Rise of the Shadow Kings
By the time Joker turned twenty, LMR60X wasn't just surviving—it was dominating.
Orange Mound respected his Mound blood. River Oaks trusted his leadership. Clarksville followed Trapzae's mind.
They built alliances, ended pointless beefs, and established sectors across three cities.
Joker's murals became landmarks. Trapzae's plays became blueprints. Together, they built a legacy.
But the world doesn't let kings rise without challenge. And new threats—rivals, snakes, outsiders—were coming.
Their story was only beginning.
END OF BOOK I