Post by Duce Jones on Sept 18, 2019 22:58:23 GMT -6
"Damn, Si.. ya just gone walk off on me like that?" I questioned as I followed Sierra through the apartment and out of the front door.
"I just get sick of hearing about wrestling all the damn time." She responds as I close the front door behind me. "Twenty-four, twenty-four.. that's all I hear… wrestling, wrestling, wrestling.. ugh…"
"Damn, it's like dat?" I questioned, my feelings hurt a tad bit. "You knew what was up wit me befo' we even got togetha' though."
"I did… but it's like… that's all you ever talk about.. it's all you ever do."
"Pro wrestlin' is my life!" I stated with a smug smile.
"Yeah.." Sierra's sister's boyfriend interrupted. "Pro wrestlin' is life, I'm talm bout we just had a whole Eye Cee Dubya Eff, Mastas'a Tha Mat goin' on out here!"
When's the last time this guy watched wrestling? "Ya do realized dat company ain't runnin' no mo'?"
"Lissen t'me.." He stated with a deep country vernacular. "I'm already knowin' dis.. You ain't gotta tell me nuffin.. Gatdamnme, I'm talm bout.. Fuck Tha Fans an' all dat good shit.."
For someone who can understand a lot of languages and speech patterns. Kyra's boyfriend's way of speaking was still something that I needed to grasp and understand.
And to think, folks once said I spoke funny.. they hear this guy and the might just kill themselves from the way that he butchers the English language.
Not that it mattered to me.. I never gave a fuck about spelling and pronouncing shit right.
And in the midst of my rambling thoughts, I totally forgot that the guy was even still speaking.
"Chris Co'tez.. tha Scottish guy dat looked like he was Samoan an' had the Mexican name.. you rememba' dat cat?"
I did but when, did he start talking about GCWA?
"TeeGeeOhh.. Demarco.. all dem muthafuckas.. ahh.. tha good ole days.."
In the middle of his reminiscing, a stocky mixed guy walks up and catches his attention.
"Aye bro.. Can I holler at ya for a minute?"
"Yeah. Wassup?"
The two then headed up the walkway to converse. About what however, I was unclear about but I sat there and took in the cool Memphis evening. Which was quite surprising, given how muggy the weather was usually was in Memphis.
But that was the least of my concern as I kept a close eye on the guy known as Head who moved around suspiciously.
"I don't care what he says.. Allen.. you need to focus more on your family."
I deeply sigh. "What d'ya thank I'm doing Si? Dis Friday night, I get a chance like no otha'. T'be tha first eva' Norf American Champion.. Ya hear me? Tha FIRST…" I hold up a solitary finger to stress my point. "...eva' champ! I've only done dat once in my career when Freddie an' me became tha first Eva WCWA tag champs.. but thangs folded wit tha company befo' we even got a chance ta defend em.."
"So I guess this is extremely important?"
"Look bae.. GCDubyaA is tha real deal.. Every single day, tha place grows an' grows an' dis is my chance ta establish myself. I become Norf American Champion an' I start ta get paid tha big bucks.."
"But we're doing fine.."
"But we could be doin' betta'.. I win dat strap an' my name becomes established.. I'm then consida'ed one rung away from bein' main event elite. My name would be up there wit folks like Mobley.. Biff.. Lurrrerrrerrr..errerr"
"Can you stop doing that please." She stated, evidently annoyed with how I'm stressing the 'r's'.
"All I'm sayin' is.. dis could be that break dat I was lookin' fo'.. See Dylan, I don't kno' much about em 'cept that fact dat he's from Hollywood.. an' ya kno' how I feel bout dem muthafuckas.." She chuckled and shook her head. "Awe an' tha guy apparently likes Three 6.. he uses one'a their songs fo' his entrance music."
"Really?"
"Yep…"
"I guess.." She says dismissively.
"I kno' right.." I respond, rolling my eyes.
"Lissen t'me.." I heard Kyra's boyfriend say as he walked back up with the stocky guy. "I don't kno' why ya went down there in tha first place."
"I was looking for you but a guy down there said he was straight."
The man responded as they both came to a standstill. I still wasn't fully able to tune into the conversation because of Sierra's older cousin walking up with her boyfriend.
"Fam-lay! How y'all doing!?" She questioned as she passed Sierra a lit blunt that she was smoking on the way up. "Cousin!!! Where Ky at?"
"Girl.." Sierra responded exhaling smoke. "She upstairs taking a shower."
"This late?"
"Girrlll.. what you said.. but her and Bo got into it.."
Whatever she was saying totally got cut off by Sierra's cousin's boyfriend who approaches me and shakes my hand.
"Sup wit ya.." He greeted me before looking over at Head who was still standing there looking like he was up to no good. "Damn jack.. what happened ta ta shirt? Ya got ya ass whooped again?" He questioned before laughing hysterically.
"Muthafuckas s-said he wanted a round.. so I gave em one."
"And gotcho ass WHOOPED!" He exclaimed with another laugh too follow. First ya walk up ta me that otha' day all bloody and shit, now ya shirt ripped. Make it make sense mane."
"S-s-shiddd.. keep on talking and you can get these hands too."
He laughs hysterically again before coming to serious tone. "This ain't what ya want. I'll beat ya to sleep! Shidd I might joke and laugh but if ya fuck with me wrong.. awe yeah.. it's gon have ta go down."
It was clear to me that Sierra's cousin's boyfriend was slightly intoxicated but the vibe that I got from him, let me know that he truly meant what he said.
All I wanted to do was chill and relax. Get high, focus on winning some gold and call it a week.
That's it.
But I hear the front door of Kyra's apartment open as she waltz out in the skimpiest outfit she had in her wardrobe.
Welp.. this isn't about to go well..
Nope… not at all..
There was beginning to be too much going on for me to keep up with. Multiple loud conversations being carried on at once. When you mix weed and liquor, along with your assorted pill popper and powder head added in.. things could begin to become quite volatile.
I never understood it but it's the way of the hood. Something that I had longed to distance myself from but was constantly drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I knew it was no good for me but I kept going back for more. Because as much as I hated to admit it.. this shit was more entertaining than cable television. Which I hadn't watched in over three years, unless you consider binge watching Netflix as a daily fix.
Either way, it was at this moment in time why I realized I stayed on the road so much. Why I was truly out here grinding. To make sure my family didn't have to experience bullshit like this, show them that there's a different life outside of the ghetto.
In my eyes, all I saw was a community coping with lost and tragedy through their respective vices. In my eyes, becoming North American Champion was giving my people hope. Hope that there is something better than the slums.. something better than drugs, sex, money and death. Hope that they too could rise up from the ashes and emerge as a phoenix.
This wasn't for me.. this was for them whether they knew it or not. Dylan didn't know what he was doing when he challenged me. He didn't know the fury that was about to be unleashed on him when that bell rang.
"Baby! Look!" Sierra whispered in a shocked manner as she pointed towards Head who had secured a 2x4 from somewhere. "Why he got that!?"
"Tha fuck if I know." I say now watching him as he eases his way towards Bo and the guy that he was talking too..
I just know he's not about to hit that guy.. oh shit! Before I knew it, Head swings the board weakly at the guy clipping his shoulder.
I don't know if the guy had eyes in the back of his skull or what but the way he dodged that shit was fucking impressive. But he's managed to get face to face with his attacker.
"What's up bitch! You tried to catch me slipping but I see your ass now."
It's a standoff between the two, Head wielding the 2x4 and the guy searching for his own defensive measures.
He finds a chair and grabs it, daring Head to attack him now. Head appears skeptical about the decision he just made by attacking the guy.
Hell.. he's committed now!
Indeed he is as the guy decides to no longer wait for Head too attack him. He rushes Head but he throws the 2x4, catching the leg of the chair and takes off running. The guy throws the chair with all his might and catches Head across the back dropping him down.
Gotta be quicker than that.
"Dude ass on some straight bullshit! Baby lets go." I stated, fearing that the authorities would be called.
She doesn't hear me through all of the commotion that's going on as the guy finally catches up to Head and commence to beating the dog shit out of him.
I heard somewhere that you reap what you sow. Kinda how Thomas came barking up the wrong tree looking for a fight with me. See Head over there? Yeah.. the one getting the shit kicked outta him for simply not minding his own business.. that's the future that awaits Dylan.
I mean sure, I knew that our paths would cross eventually but that cockiness of his set off a chain reaction of events that will eventually lead to me becoming the first ever North American Champion..
And to think… this guy calls himself 'Perfection Personified'... which is too bad because I'm the perfect imperfection..
"I just get sick of hearing about wrestling all the damn time." She responds as I close the front door behind me. "Twenty-four, twenty-four.. that's all I hear… wrestling, wrestling, wrestling.. ugh…"
"Damn, it's like dat?" I questioned, my feelings hurt a tad bit. "You knew what was up wit me befo' we even got togetha' though."
"I did… but it's like… that's all you ever talk about.. it's all you ever do."
"Pro wrestlin' is my life!" I stated with a smug smile.
"Yeah.." Sierra's sister's boyfriend interrupted. "Pro wrestlin' is life, I'm talm bout we just had a whole Eye Cee Dubya Eff, Mastas'a Tha Mat goin' on out here!"
When's the last time this guy watched wrestling? "Ya do realized dat company ain't runnin' no mo'?"
"Lissen t'me.." He stated with a deep country vernacular. "I'm already knowin' dis.. You ain't gotta tell me nuffin.. Gatdamnme, I'm talm bout.. Fuck Tha Fans an' all dat good shit.."
For someone who can understand a lot of languages and speech patterns. Kyra's boyfriend's way of speaking was still something that I needed to grasp and understand.
And to think, folks once said I spoke funny.. they hear this guy and the might just kill themselves from the way that he butchers the English language.
Not that it mattered to me.. I never gave a fuck about spelling and pronouncing shit right.
And in the midst of my rambling thoughts, I totally forgot that the guy was even still speaking.
"Chris Co'tez.. tha Scottish guy dat looked like he was Samoan an' had the Mexican name.. you rememba' dat cat?"
I did but when, did he start talking about GCWA?
"TeeGeeOhh.. Demarco.. all dem muthafuckas.. ahh.. tha good ole days.."
In the middle of his reminiscing, a stocky mixed guy walks up and catches his attention.
"Aye bro.. Can I holler at ya for a minute?"
"Yeah. Wassup?"
The two then headed up the walkway to converse. About what however, I was unclear about but I sat there and took in the cool Memphis evening. Which was quite surprising, given how muggy the weather was usually was in Memphis.
But that was the least of my concern as I kept a close eye on the guy known as Head who moved around suspiciously.
"I don't care what he says.. Allen.. you need to focus more on your family."
I deeply sigh. "What d'ya thank I'm doing Si? Dis Friday night, I get a chance like no otha'. T'be tha first eva' Norf American Champion.. Ya hear me? Tha FIRST…" I hold up a solitary finger to stress my point. "...eva' champ! I've only done dat once in my career when Freddie an' me became tha first Eva WCWA tag champs.. but thangs folded wit tha company befo' we even got a chance ta defend em.."
"So I guess this is extremely important?"
"Look bae.. GCDubyaA is tha real deal.. Every single day, tha place grows an' grows an' dis is my chance ta establish myself. I become Norf American Champion an' I start ta get paid tha big bucks.."
"But we're doing fine.."
"But we could be doin' betta'.. I win dat strap an' my name becomes established.. I'm then consida'ed one rung away from bein' main event elite. My name would be up there wit folks like Mobley.. Biff.. Lurrrerrrerrr..errerr"
"Can you stop doing that please." She stated, evidently annoyed with how I'm stressing the 'r's'.
"All I'm sayin' is.. dis could be that break dat I was lookin' fo'.. See Dylan, I don't kno' much about em 'cept that fact dat he's from Hollywood.. an' ya kno' how I feel bout dem muthafuckas.." She chuckled and shook her head. "Awe an' tha guy apparently likes Three 6.. he uses one'a their songs fo' his entrance music."
"Really?"
"Yep…"
"I guess.." She says dismissively.
"I kno' right.." I respond, rolling my eyes.
"Lissen t'me.." I heard Kyra's boyfriend say as he walked back up with the stocky guy. "I don't kno' why ya went down there in tha first place."
"I was looking for you but a guy down there said he was straight."
The man responded as they both came to a standstill. I still wasn't fully able to tune into the conversation because of Sierra's older cousin walking up with her boyfriend.
"Fam-lay! How y'all doing!?" She questioned as she passed Sierra a lit blunt that she was smoking on the way up. "Cousin!!! Where Ky at?"
"Girl.." Sierra responded exhaling smoke. "She upstairs taking a shower."
"This late?"
"Girrlll.. what you said.. but her and Bo got into it.."
Whatever she was saying totally got cut off by Sierra's cousin's boyfriend who approaches me and shakes my hand.
"Sup wit ya.." He greeted me before looking over at Head who was still standing there looking like he was up to no good. "Damn jack.. what happened ta ta shirt? Ya got ya ass whooped again?" He questioned before laughing hysterically.
"Muthafuckas s-said he wanted a round.. so I gave em one."
"And gotcho ass WHOOPED!" He exclaimed with another laugh too follow. First ya walk up ta me that otha' day all bloody and shit, now ya shirt ripped. Make it make sense mane."
"S-s-shiddd.. keep on talking and you can get these hands too."
He laughs hysterically again before coming to serious tone. "This ain't what ya want. I'll beat ya to sleep! Shidd I might joke and laugh but if ya fuck with me wrong.. awe yeah.. it's gon have ta go down."
It was clear to me that Sierra's cousin's boyfriend was slightly intoxicated but the vibe that I got from him, let me know that he truly meant what he said.
All I wanted to do was chill and relax. Get high, focus on winning some gold and call it a week.
That's it.
But I hear the front door of Kyra's apartment open as she waltz out in the skimpiest outfit she had in her wardrobe.
Welp.. this isn't about to go well..
Nope… not at all..
There was beginning to be too much going on for me to keep up with. Multiple loud conversations being carried on at once. When you mix weed and liquor, along with your assorted pill popper and powder head added in.. things could begin to become quite volatile.
I never understood it but it's the way of the hood. Something that I had longed to distance myself from but was constantly drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I knew it was no good for me but I kept going back for more. Because as much as I hated to admit it.. this shit was more entertaining than cable television. Which I hadn't watched in over three years, unless you consider binge watching Netflix as a daily fix.
Either way, it was at this moment in time why I realized I stayed on the road so much. Why I was truly out here grinding. To make sure my family didn't have to experience bullshit like this, show them that there's a different life outside of the ghetto.
In my eyes, all I saw was a community coping with lost and tragedy through their respective vices. In my eyes, becoming North American Champion was giving my people hope. Hope that there is something better than the slums.. something better than drugs, sex, money and death. Hope that they too could rise up from the ashes and emerge as a phoenix.
This wasn't for me.. this was for them whether they knew it or not. Dylan didn't know what he was doing when he challenged me. He didn't know the fury that was about to be unleashed on him when that bell rang.
"Baby! Look!" Sierra whispered in a shocked manner as she pointed towards Head who had secured a 2x4 from somewhere. "Why he got that!?"
"Tha fuck if I know." I say now watching him as he eases his way towards Bo and the guy that he was talking too..
I just know he's not about to hit that guy.. oh shit! Before I knew it, Head swings the board weakly at the guy clipping his shoulder.
I don't know if the guy had eyes in the back of his skull or what but the way he dodged that shit was fucking impressive. But he's managed to get face to face with his attacker.
"What's up bitch! You tried to catch me slipping but I see your ass now."
It's a standoff between the two, Head wielding the 2x4 and the guy searching for his own defensive measures.
He finds a chair and grabs it, daring Head to attack him now. Head appears skeptical about the decision he just made by attacking the guy.
Hell.. he's committed now!
Indeed he is as the guy decides to no longer wait for Head too attack him. He rushes Head but he throws the 2x4, catching the leg of the chair and takes off running. The guy throws the chair with all his might and catches Head across the back dropping him down.
Gotta be quicker than that.
"Dude ass on some straight bullshit! Baby lets go." I stated, fearing that the authorities would be called.
She doesn't hear me through all of the commotion that's going on as the guy finally catches up to Head and commence to beating the dog shit out of him.
I heard somewhere that you reap what you sow. Kinda how Thomas came barking up the wrong tree looking for a fight with me. See Head over there? Yeah.. the one getting the shit kicked outta him for simply not minding his own business.. that's the future that awaits Dylan.
I mean sure, I knew that our paths would cross eventually but that cockiness of his set off a chain reaction of events that will eventually lead to me becoming the first ever North American Champion..
And to think… this guy calls himself 'Perfection Personified'... which is too bad because I'm the perfect imperfection..
