Finally, Some Family Time And Hanging Out In Traffic
Oct 3, 2019 22:32:50 GMT -6
Deana Barrows, Dylan Thomas, and 1 more like this
Post by Duce Jones on Oct 3, 2019 22:32:50 GMT -6
I point my handheld camera out towards the still rising sun. Taking another shot of the E&J liquor, I stare out into the orange glow.
“Hmph.. Dylan…” The mere mention of his name brings a smile to my face as I take another shot. “You.. y-y-you a funny muh’fucka..” A belch escapes my body as the alcohol is starting to catch up with me. “Hehehe… Like.. do… do we.. do we live in tha same universe? I-I-I mean..” I burp again. Scu me.. But I’m j-just not undastandin’..”
I rest the bottle between my legs on top of the roof as I now look towards the camera.
“Yo bitch ass out here beatin’ up children like dat shit proves how much’a bad ass, dat ya are.. It don’t, all dat it proves is dat you’re mo’ of a prick than I thought.. You, you jump on kids cuh they complimented yo’ wife? You insecure bitch! I mean… They was honestly bein’ humble when they called Lizzy hot cuh they’re too young ta undastand tha definition of a plastic hoe.. Dat Hollywood shit where nothin’ is authenic.”
The sun has reached its apex for the hour as I look down and wonder how I’m going to descend from this rooftop. The pain in my throat begins to subside as I feel comfortable enough to speak in a normal tone. Hell, who says alcohol doesn’t help?
“I really didn’t thank dis shit through..” I take another shot. “Oh well.. Back ta Thomas.. Like real shit, I’m startin’ ta believe dat ya using dat Hollywood money ta pay these actors ta make ya look good. Fa real.. Like, teach me! Yo’ prosthetic ass jumped on three kids an’ returned ta ya ailin’ wife’s side like it was just a normal Monday..” I laugh at how asinine it was. “My black ass wudda had a life sentence befo’ I was even able ta make it through tha front do’ of any buildin’.. Let alone be able ta casually stroll away from a park. Shit's fugazzi as fuck homie.. Hell.. I’m startin’ ta question if ya name is really even Dylan.. Ya kno’ how dat Hollywood life is..”
I chuckled to myself, then stare blankly into the camera before killing the feed.
Seven Hours Later
After some EPIC sleep, I was awoken by the wailing of my infant twins. It took me a moment to process what exactly was going on because after being on the road for so long, I was accustomed to waking up on my own accord.
“Ugh…” I groggily stated as my vision began to clear up. Sierra was pacing back and forth with both of the babies in her arms, trying desperately to get them to calm down. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, my voice raspy and raw still.
“What’s wrong!?” She replied in an angered tone. “A.J. I need help! They’re both hungry and I need you to go make bottles for them!” She demanded.
“Damn.. ya ain’t gotta be so loud..” I whispered, still wiping the crust from my eyes as I raised up out of the bed and made my way to the kitchen.
Walking down the stairs, I make a beeline for the kitchen area. Upon entering the room, I pause, I pause because I have the slightest clue of where a bottle would be in this room, let alone two bottles. It was as if she could read my mind, I suddenly hear her yell down from upstairs.
"They're in the refrigerator!"
"Aight!" I responded, as I made my way to the fridge.
Opening it up, I pull out two bottles already filled with pumped breast milk. I stare at them for a second.
"Hmm…"
Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, I take a quick swig of one of the bottles.
"Damn dat's sweet.. Si got dat A+ milk flowin' out dem titties…"
A warming sensation flows through my throat as I close the fridge and head back upstairs. The twins are still whining as I enter back into the bedroom. I give her one of the bottles and take my son off of her hands as we both begin our parental duty. Sierra breathes a sigh of relief as the crying has now turned into silence. I let out a yawn as I still try to fully wake up. While the twins feed, we both go back and sit on the bed. I look over at the digital clock on the nightstand that reads 1:32pm and sadly shake my head.
"Mane.. I didn't kno' I was gon sleep half tha day away… Have tha kids been givin' ya trouble dis whole time?" I asked as I continued to feed my son.
"Amaria just woke up but Amarion has been wide awake for the majority of the day." A depressed look befells her face. "I just don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep this up. I haven't had a good night's sleep in three months."
I could tell that the birth of the twins had taken its toll on Sierra. Her once beautiful brown eyes were now surrounded by dark bags. Her was pulled back in a halved ass ponytail that didn't do her luxurious sandy brown hair any justice. I felt horrible that she had to endure the majority of the parenting duties on her own.
"Check dis out.. Afta' tha kids go ta sleep, I'm gonna let you lay down an' get some sleep yaself. Don't worry bout tha babies, I got em, if one'a em need somethin'."
Sierra gives a weak smile. "Awe.. thank you bae."
"It's no problem baby, it's bout time I start helpin' out round here."
"Well I appreciate you at least thinking about me. I know that all that's been on your mind is recovering and being ready for Dylan this coming Friday."
I laugh a bit, Sierra usually doesn't keep up with my opponents. She says that there are too many to keep up with.
"Yea.. an' ain't no rules dis time, which means dat shit's about ta get real."
"A.J.." She stated with a glum look on her face. "Are you not tired of fighting in those brutal matches?"
"I am… but it's tha only way I can get anyone ta fight me cleanly.. Y'kno' dat I've been fightin' fo' a good while now an' when it comes ta bein' pinned cleanly inside'a dat rang.. it doesn't happen much."
Sierra looks at me with a look of confusion.
"I'm not understanding what you mean bae.."
"Basically what I'm sayin' is, I'm damn near untouchable inside'a dat rang. Tha skills dat I possess at such a young age is almost at tha same level as any'a tha legends in dis business." I sigh deeply. "But wheneva' I get a chance ta go ova dat hump, I end up stallin'.. Eitha' I end up failin' miserably or I'm gettin' fucked so good dat it would put Kelsie Monroe ta shame.."
"Who the fuck is that bitch?" She questioned with a hint of authority in her voice.
"She's a porn star baby, it's nothin' serious.."
"Why the fuck are you watching porn?" Her next question as she held Amaria firmly but focus her attention solely on me.
"Damn Si… it's eitha' watch porn or fuck off..” I throw my hands in the air. "What tha hell ya want me ta do?"
She rolls her eyes but rises off of the bed and goes to place a sleeping Amaria in it. I follow her lead and place Amarion in the crib next to his twin sister. I take a moment to stare at my beautiful creations.. my legacy. I look over at Sierra who nonchalantly looks from them to me.
"What? Why are you staring at them?"
"We made some pretty babies, huh, Si?" I say with playfully.
"Boy… get yo life!" She says as she slaps me on the arm.
"Aye.. ya wanna go watch dat Dylan Thomas promo?"
"I'm probably gonna fall asleep."
"I probably will too but I just want ya ta be around me. I've missed yo' beautiful face so much."
She now looks at me lovingly, soon giving me a hug, followed by a peck on the lips.
"Alright, let's go watch this promo so I can go to sleep."
"Haha.. aight baby."
Several moments later, we ended up downstairs, inside of my 'man cave'. I sat back on my couch as Sierra laid across my lap. Dylan’s latest promo played on the 50” flat screen that was mounted on the wall. Sierra is already sound asleep as I watch the promo intently. I run my fingers through her hair as she slept like the babies upstairs.
"Dylan don't know what he's getting himself into.." I say to myself in regards to the fact of Dylan finding out Lissandra was with child. "Tha shit all parades an' balloons until tha kid actually gets here. Then it's sleepless nights an' vomit.."
I continue to watch on as the psychician tells Lissandra that she will not be able to be at ringside for her husband's title defense against me and she rages. Which was a very good idea because I would hate to have to mutilate her spouse's face in front of her. Minute after minute of Thomas's promo flies by before I'm rolling my eyes so hard that I can feel them also reach the back of my skull.
"Dis muthafucka.. I kno' these some paid actors now.. Who t'fuck is comprehendin' anything wit a fuckin' head injury? Pops' has had enough'a dem fo' me ta kno' dat is unbelievable.." I throw my hands up in disbelief, almost awakening Sierra.. "Then tha muh'fucka a Thomas fan!" I yell out loud, my voice still hoarse.
Continuing with the video, it nears the end when Dylan makes the challenge to take things to the streets. I'm quite surprised because that was the last thing that I expected to hear come from his mouth.
The next day, I had driven up to Dallas, Texas to prepare for quite possibly the biggest match of my career. Dylan Thomas was a crafty individual inside of the ring but when you bring the streets into consideration.. Then it might.. might.. be a different story.
With my rental Ford Fusion parked near the intersection of Route 352 and Scyene Rd., known as the most dangerous intersection in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Dallas. With my handheld in my hand, I sat on the hood of the car as other vehicles zoomed in and out of traffic.
"So.. ya wanna take it ta tha streets?" I questioned, my voice now back to it's normal tone as I stared into the lens with a cheshire like grin. "I just kno' dat's not what ya proposin' ta me?"
The smile feels like it'll never leave my face as I continue on.
"I'm not gonna sit here an' act like I'm a thug from tha hood, dat's mo' of Pops' schtick but don't get me wrong, I kno' my way round a block or two. Y'kno' Dylan, day by day I grow ta like you mo' an' mo'.."
My attention is diverted by a near accident but I continue on.
"Grande kahunas, dat ya got swangin' between ya legs there, I mean dem bitches is quite impressive. But lemme let ya in on a lil somethin'..."
I look off towards the passing vehicles.
"Ya do kno' dat ya fucked up right? Those King Kong size balls'a yours is gonna get ya fucked up come dis Friday night. Ya see I let slide wit ya lil comments an' smart remarks cuh I knew dat dis very day would soon come. Befo' ya leave Hollywood, kiss Lissandra on tha lips an' tell her ta get a good look, maybe even take a picture. Cuh it's gonna be tha only way she'll even rememba' ya.."
Cut
“Hmph.. Dylan…” The mere mention of his name brings a smile to my face as I take another shot. “You.. y-y-you a funny muh’fucka..” A belch escapes my body as the alcohol is starting to catch up with me. “Hehehe… Like.. do… do we.. do we live in tha same universe? I-I-I mean..” I burp again. Scu me.. But I’m j-just not undastandin’..”
I rest the bottle between my legs on top of the roof as I now look towards the camera.
“Yo bitch ass out here beatin’ up children like dat shit proves how much’a bad ass, dat ya are.. It don’t, all dat it proves is dat you’re mo’ of a prick than I thought.. You, you jump on kids cuh they complimented yo’ wife? You insecure bitch! I mean… They was honestly bein’ humble when they called Lizzy hot cuh they’re too young ta undastand tha definition of a plastic hoe.. Dat Hollywood shit where nothin’ is authenic.”
The sun has reached its apex for the hour as I look down and wonder how I’m going to descend from this rooftop. The pain in my throat begins to subside as I feel comfortable enough to speak in a normal tone. Hell, who says alcohol doesn’t help?
“I really didn’t thank dis shit through..” I take another shot. “Oh well.. Back ta Thomas.. Like real shit, I’m startin’ ta believe dat ya using dat Hollywood money ta pay these actors ta make ya look good. Fa real.. Like, teach me! Yo’ prosthetic ass jumped on three kids an’ returned ta ya ailin’ wife’s side like it was just a normal Monday..” I laugh at how asinine it was. “My black ass wudda had a life sentence befo’ I was even able ta make it through tha front do’ of any buildin’.. Let alone be able ta casually stroll away from a park. Shit's fugazzi as fuck homie.. Hell.. I’m startin’ ta question if ya name is really even Dylan.. Ya kno’ how dat Hollywood life is..”
I chuckled to myself, then stare blankly into the camera before killing the feed.
Seven Hours Later
After some EPIC sleep, I was awoken by the wailing of my infant twins. It took me a moment to process what exactly was going on because after being on the road for so long, I was accustomed to waking up on my own accord.
“Ugh…” I groggily stated as my vision began to clear up. Sierra was pacing back and forth with both of the babies in her arms, trying desperately to get them to calm down. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, my voice raspy and raw still.
“What’s wrong!?” She replied in an angered tone. “A.J. I need help! They’re both hungry and I need you to go make bottles for them!” She demanded.
“Damn.. ya ain’t gotta be so loud..” I whispered, still wiping the crust from my eyes as I raised up out of the bed and made my way to the kitchen.
Walking down the stairs, I make a beeline for the kitchen area. Upon entering the room, I pause, I pause because I have the slightest clue of where a bottle would be in this room, let alone two bottles. It was as if she could read my mind, I suddenly hear her yell down from upstairs.
"They're in the refrigerator!"
"Aight!" I responded, as I made my way to the fridge.
Opening it up, I pull out two bottles already filled with pumped breast milk. I stare at them for a second.
"Hmm…"
Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, I take a quick swig of one of the bottles.
"Damn dat's sweet.. Si got dat A+ milk flowin' out dem titties…"
A warming sensation flows through my throat as I close the fridge and head back upstairs. The twins are still whining as I enter back into the bedroom. I give her one of the bottles and take my son off of her hands as we both begin our parental duty. Sierra breathes a sigh of relief as the crying has now turned into silence. I let out a yawn as I still try to fully wake up. While the twins feed, we both go back and sit on the bed. I look over at the digital clock on the nightstand that reads 1:32pm and sadly shake my head.
"Mane.. I didn't kno' I was gon sleep half tha day away… Have tha kids been givin' ya trouble dis whole time?" I asked as I continued to feed my son.
"Amaria just woke up but Amarion has been wide awake for the majority of the day." A depressed look befells her face. "I just don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep this up. I haven't had a good night's sleep in three months."
I could tell that the birth of the twins had taken its toll on Sierra. Her once beautiful brown eyes were now surrounded by dark bags. Her was pulled back in a halved ass ponytail that didn't do her luxurious sandy brown hair any justice. I felt horrible that she had to endure the majority of the parenting duties on her own.
"Check dis out.. Afta' tha kids go ta sleep, I'm gonna let you lay down an' get some sleep yaself. Don't worry bout tha babies, I got em, if one'a em need somethin'."
Sierra gives a weak smile. "Awe.. thank you bae."
"It's no problem baby, it's bout time I start helpin' out round here."
"Well I appreciate you at least thinking about me. I know that all that's been on your mind is recovering and being ready for Dylan this coming Friday."
I laugh a bit, Sierra usually doesn't keep up with my opponents. She says that there are too many to keep up with.
"Yea.. an' ain't no rules dis time, which means dat shit's about ta get real."
"A.J.." She stated with a glum look on her face. "Are you not tired of fighting in those brutal matches?"
"I am… but it's tha only way I can get anyone ta fight me cleanly.. Y'kno' dat I've been fightin' fo' a good while now an' when it comes ta bein' pinned cleanly inside'a dat rang.. it doesn't happen much."
Sierra looks at me with a look of confusion.
"I'm not understanding what you mean bae.."
"Basically what I'm sayin' is, I'm damn near untouchable inside'a dat rang. Tha skills dat I possess at such a young age is almost at tha same level as any'a tha legends in dis business." I sigh deeply. "But wheneva' I get a chance ta go ova dat hump, I end up stallin'.. Eitha' I end up failin' miserably or I'm gettin' fucked so good dat it would put Kelsie Monroe ta shame.."
"Who the fuck is that bitch?" She questioned with a hint of authority in her voice.
"She's a porn star baby, it's nothin' serious.."
"Why the fuck are you watching porn?" Her next question as she held Amaria firmly but focus her attention solely on me.
"Damn Si… it's eitha' watch porn or fuck off..” I throw my hands in the air. "What tha hell ya want me ta do?"
She rolls her eyes but rises off of the bed and goes to place a sleeping Amaria in it. I follow her lead and place Amarion in the crib next to his twin sister. I take a moment to stare at my beautiful creations.. my legacy. I look over at Sierra who nonchalantly looks from them to me.
"What? Why are you staring at them?"
"We made some pretty babies, huh, Si?" I say with playfully.
"Boy… get yo life!" She says as she slaps me on the arm.
"Aye.. ya wanna go watch dat Dylan Thomas promo?"
"I'm probably gonna fall asleep."
"I probably will too but I just want ya ta be around me. I've missed yo' beautiful face so much."
She now looks at me lovingly, soon giving me a hug, followed by a peck on the lips.
"Alright, let's go watch this promo so I can go to sleep."
"Haha.. aight baby."
Several moments later, we ended up downstairs, inside of my 'man cave'. I sat back on my couch as Sierra laid across my lap. Dylan’s latest promo played on the 50” flat screen that was mounted on the wall. Sierra is already sound asleep as I watch the promo intently. I run my fingers through her hair as she slept like the babies upstairs.
"Dylan don't know what he's getting himself into.." I say to myself in regards to the fact of Dylan finding out Lissandra was with child. "Tha shit all parades an' balloons until tha kid actually gets here. Then it's sleepless nights an' vomit.."
I continue to watch on as the psychician tells Lissandra that she will not be able to be at ringside for her husband's title defense against me and she rages. Which was a very good idea because I would hate to have to mutilate her spouse's face in front of her. Minute after minute of Thomas's promo flies by before I'm rolling my eyes so hard that I can feel them also reach the back of my skull.
"Dis muthafucka.. I kno' these some paid actors now.. Who t'fuck is comprehendin' anything wit a fuckin' head injury? Pops' has had enough'a dem fo' me ta kno' dat is unbelievable.." I throw my hands up in disbelief, almost awakening Sierra.. "Then tha muh'fucka a Thomas fan!" I yell out loud, my voice still hoarse.
Continuing with the video, it nears the end when Dylan makes the challenge to take things to the streets. I'm quite surprised because that was the last thing that I expected to hear come from his mouth.
The next day, I had driven up to Dallas, Texas to prepare for quite possibly the biggest match of my career. Dylan Thomas was a crafty individual inside of the ring but when you bring the streets into consideration.. Then it might.. might.. be a different story.
With my rental Ford Fusion parked near the intersection of Route 352 and Scyene Rd., known as the most dangerous intersection in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Dallas. With my handheld in my hand, I sat on the hood of the car as other vehicles zoomed in and out of traffic.
"So.. ya wanna take it ta tha streets?" I questioned, my voice now back to it's normal tone as I stared into the lens with a cheshire like grin. "I just kno' dat's not what ya proposin' ta me?"
The smile feels like it'll never leave my face as I continue on.
"I'm not gonna sit here an' act like I'm a thug from tha hood, dat's mo' of Pops' schtick but don't get me wrong, I kno' my way round a block or two. Y'kno' Dylan, day by day I grow ta like you mo' an' mo'.."
My attention is diverted by a near accident but I continue on.
"Grande kahunas, dat ya got swangin' between ya legs there, I mean dem bitches is quite impressive. But lemme let ya in on a lil somethin'..."
I look off towards the passing vehicles.
"Ya do kno' dat ya fucked up right? Those King Kong size balls'a yours is gonna get ya fucked up come dis Friday night. Ya see I let slide wit ya lil comments an' smart remarks cuh I knew dat dis very day would soon come. Befo' ya leave Hollywood, kiss Lissandra on tha lips an' tell her ta get a good look, maybe even take a picture. Cuh it's gonna be tha only way she'll even rememba' ya.."
Cut
