Post by Duce Jones on Sept 11, 2019 22:16:05 GMT -6
Saturday, September 6, 2019
"Damn mane…" I said as limped out of the Sunnie November Recreational Center in Memphis, Tennessee hours after Pops charity event. "I thought I was gonna beat MJ tonight.. She's just too fuckin' elusive mane.."
I shake my head in disappointment as Pops looks solemnly over at me as we walk towards the parking lot.
"It's not always gonna be your night, son. Just focus on your next match and try to get better."
I come to a halt near my rental, unlock the doors and opened up the rear passenger door.
"Yeah.. I hear ya, Pops.. I'll give you a call when I make it ta Dublin.."
"Aight, I love ya, son."
"Love ya too, Pops.." I responded as I threw my gym bag into the backseat and close the door.
Now opening the driver's door, I climb inside, start the car and make my way towards the Memphis International Airport.
Truth be told.. the past week had been hectic for me.. match after match after match had my body feeling invulnerable. I mean sure my knee gave out on me a few times tonight.. however the pain was starting to become manageable.
If that's what you want to call it.
Why do you have to be so negative all of the time.
I'm the only one with sense around here..
Yeah… let you tell it.
Can y'all chill for a moment? I need to get shit back together. We almost slipped against Strong and now Flair got the better of us and if we let a guy like Joseph Svenson beat us… we might as well say fuck wrestling and focus on promoting.
Nah… fuck that..
Yeah I'm with him.. fuck that..
Hahaha… Now we're on the same page.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
I sat outside of the United Supermarkets Arena in Lubbock, Texas. It had become a ritual of mines to sit in front of the venue the day before a match.
I wanted to be in the right mindset.. have my focus solely on the individual I was fighting.. I really needed to get back to myself because at the end of the day, my career was really beginning to flourish.
Almost every company I had stepped in, since my career began in America almost two years ago. I had done well in.. If I wanted to keep the reputation alive.. my reputation alive.. I really needed to get back to myself.
But if I were being honest, the wrestling business was showing me the true monster it was behind the scenes. Made me almost lose sight of what of what was important and what was important was my career.
Friday night, I fought what I saw in my eyes was an icon.. an XTREME icon if you will. A former two time GCWA Hardcore Champ. A man who has no problem with hurting anyone or himself. How do you prepare for such unpredictability from a veteran such as that?
By matching his crazy, that's how.. This was a dream come true to be honest… I love a good technical bout, don't get me wrong… But it was something about, watching the crimson sauce flow from an opponent's face. It was a euphoric feeling like none other. Hell sometimes when my own blood poured down my face, the copper taste made me feel alive.
Very liberating feeling..
"Crazy how dis business work.." I say to no one in particular. "One moment ya watchin' a guy put grown mean through pain an' torture on TV as a kid.. Next thang ya kno', you're scheduled ta face dat same psychopath when ya become an adult."
I sit on the hood of my rental and glare up at the arena.
"I try ta sit back an' figure out how it came ta dis.. How I end up havin' ta face such a madman…? But ya see it's matches like these dat put's that powers dat be.. Meanin' Johnny, Hunta' an' Ace ta take notice! Hmph.. Johnny… Hunta'..."
I curiously drift off into thought about a former World Champion who shared a similar name with the brothers.
"Nah…" I shake my head in denial. "Eitha' way.. Xtreme fo' me is tha proverbial steppin' stone.. Mane I hate how cliche dat is but it's real y'kno'? What tha Barrows are currently searchin' fo'.. they got right here in me.. Xtreme's just a relic from tha past, whereas me.. I'm steamrollin' my path right inta tha future."
I slide off the hood of my rental and head for the driver's door.
"Don't get me wrong, I got mad respect fo' everythang Xtreme did fo' dis company an' dis business.. but it's time ta step aside an' let tha youngblood carry on dat legacy."
Ending it with that, I climb inside of the car, start the ignition and drive off into the night.
"Damn mane…" I said as limped out of the Sunnie November Recreational Center in Memphis, Tennessee hours after Pops charity event. "I thought I was gonna beat MJ tonight.. She's just too fuckin' elusive mane.."
I shake my head in disappointment as Pops looks solemnly over at me as we walk towards the parking lot.
"It's not always gonna be your night, son. Just focus on your next match and try to get better."
I come to a halt near my rental, unlock the doors and opened up the rear passenger door.
"Yeah.. I hear ya, Pops.. I'll give you a call when I make it ta Dublin.."
"Aight, I love ya, son."
"Love ya too, Pops.." I responded as I threw my gym bag into the backseat and close the door.
Now opening the driver's door, I climb inside, start the car and make my way towards the Memphis International Airport.
Truth be told.. the past week had been hectic for me.. match after match after match had my body feeling invulnerable. I mean sure my knee gave out on me a few times tonight.. however the pain was starting to become manageable.
If that's what you want to call it.
Why do you have to be so negative all of the time.
I'm the only one with sense around here..
Yeah… let you tell it.
Can y'all chill for a moment? I need to get shit back together. We almost slipped against Strong and now Flair got the better of us and if we let a guy like Joseph Svenson beat us… we might as well say fuck wrestling and focus on promoting.
Nah… fuck that..
Yeah I'm with him.. fuck that..
Hahaha… Now we're on the same page.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
I sat outside of the United Supermarkets Arena in Lubbock, Texas. It had become a ritual of mines to sit in front of the venue the day before a match.
I wanted to be in the right mindset.. have my focus solely on the individual I was fighting.. I really needed to get back to myself because at the end of the day, my career was really beginning to flourish.
Almost every company I had stepped in, since my career began in America almost two years ago. I had done well in.. If I wanted to keep the reputation alive.. my reputation alive.. I really needed to get back to myself.
But if I were being honest, the wrestling business was showing me the true monster it was behind the scenes. Made me almost lose sight of what of what was important and what was important was my career.
Friday night, I fought what I saw in my eyes was an icon.. an XTREME icon if you will. A former two time GCWA Hardcore Champ. A man who has no problem with hurting anyone or himself. How do you prepare for such unpredictability from a veteran such as that?
By matching his crazy, that's how.. This was a dream come true to be honest… I love a good technical bout, don't get me wrong… But it was something about, watching the crimson sauce flow from an opponent's face. It was a euphoric feeling like none other. Hell sometimes when my own blood poured down my face, the copper taste made me feel alive.
Very liberating feeling..
"Crazy how dis business work.." I say to no one in particular. "One moment ya watchin' a guy put grown mean through pain an' torture on TV as a kid.. Next thang ya kno', you're scheduled ta face dat same psychopath when ya become an adult."
I sit on the hood of my rental and glare up at the arena.
"I try ta sit back an' figure out how it came ta dis.. How I end up havin' ta face such a madman…? But ya see it's matches like these dat put's that powers dat be.. Meanin' Johnny, Hunta' an' Ace ta take notice! Hmph.. Johnny… Hunta'..."
I curiously drift off into thought about a former World Champion who shared a similar name with the brothers.
"Nah…" I shake my head in denial. "Eitha' way.. Xtreme fo' me is tha proverbial steppin' stone.. Mane I hate how cliche dat is but it's real y'kno'? What tha Barrows are currently searchin' fo'.. they got right here in me.. Xtreme's just a relic from tha past, whereas me.. I'm steamrollin' my path right inta tha future."
I slide off the hood of my rental and head for the driver's door.
"Don't get me wrong, I got mad respect fo' everythang Xtreme did fo' dis company an' dis business.. but it's time ta step aside an' let tha youngblood carry on dat legacy."
Ending it with that, I climb inside of the car, start the ignition and drive off into the night.