Waking Up In Strange Places
Oct 23, 2019 21:54:53 GMT -6
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Post by Duce Jones on Oct 23, 2019 21:54:53 GMT -6
Bright lights.. That's all I saw when my eyes opened. Bright fucking lights… How many times in a year can a man, wake up to bright lights? Too many fucking times if you ask me, at least when it pertains to me. I think my biggest question was, why exactly was it that I was staring at lights in the first place.
I had won my latest match against some chick, in record fashion at that. So why was I here?
Think Duce… think….
I try to move my arms but they're strap to the metal table that I now realize that I was lying on. A calm humming sound entered my eardrums and the realization of where I was, began to creep into my mind.
"Aye mane.." I stated nervously.. "I kno' one'a y'all around somewhere! Let me up off dis table, mane!"
There was no response, only the sounds of an engine. See, I had been here before, I just knew that I had but I didn't want to face reality. I mean I was already going through some shit but this moment had taken the cake.
My skin felt like it was on fire as needles punctured it, strategically placed all over as tubes connected to it pushed fluids inside and outside of my body.
"Dis about dat shit at tha Coliseum, huh? Mane, y'all came fuckin' wit me an' my brotha'! Hell we was mindin' our own fuckin' business!"
Jolts of electricity began to flow through my body as it seized and spasmed on the metal table. The ice cold steel, making it hard for my nude body to take on the shockwaves that rode through it. What felt like an eternity was in hindsight about thirty seconds as the currents suddenly came to a halt and my body flopped still onto the table.
"Fu-fuc-fuck y'all…"
The energy surged through my body, once again as I seized up and shook uncontrollably on the table. I tried to hold out as best as I could but the pain was so severe that I couldn't help but pass out.
Seconds. Minutes. Maybe hours had passed by when I finally awoke. The bright lights were still there but I was now surrounded by four pale white figures, they all had flowing silverish gray hair. Two were obviously men as their beards looked as if they were Viking gods, hanging down to their chest. No sounds came from their mouths but it was clear that some type of way, they were communicating. Each person had a task that they were doing as they move frivolously through the room.
Needles continue to poke my skin as one of the ghostly like figures moved towards what look like a human sized test tubes. As I looked closer at the tube, there was a figure inside who closely resembled me.. Squinting my eyes, I try to get a better visual.
"B-Byson…?"
I questioned weakly before a voice spoke to me in my mind.
"No, Allen.. thou is not Byson. Remain calm and everything will be alright. Just know that one day, we will all be together and everything will be good."
"What t'fuck is goin' on though?"
"In due time, all will be revealed.. Until then, rest my child.."
So that's what I did, extravagant rest at that. It was something about this voice that put my body at ease. It made me feel as if everything was going to be just fine. No more cares, no more worries..
I honestly don't know how long that I was actually out but when I awoke, I was in the center of devastated North Dallas neighborhood. A liquor store to be exact… I sat there within the rubble with a half drunk bottle in my hand.. I look at it and notice that it's a bottle of Pineapple Ciroc..
"What t'fuck..? I don't drink dis shit...!"
I toss the bottle in disgust as it crashed into more debris and smash upon impact.
"Dallas Police Department! Put your hands up!"
An officer yells with his gun drawn.
"Wha…?"
Dazed and confused, I stare at the officer and slowly raise my hands up into the air. Very slowly, Texas police and black citizens haven't had the friendliest of encounters, so I don't want to add to the resume.
"This is a disaster zone! No one is supposed to be out here! What do you call yourself doing?"
He questioned with the state issued Glock still pointed at me. With my hands still in the air, I try to give him an explanation.
"I usually don't talk ta cops but yo guess bout as good as mines.. When I blacked out, I was in Idaho but now I'm here an' it ain't makin' no sense t'me."
I lied through my platinum plated teeth, I mean I couldn't tell him that I was abducted. I knew better than that, because once I did, the government would be a fixture in my life and that's some shit that I don't want.
"Uh-huh.. so ya just woke up in a liquor store? Ya sure you wasn't out last night tryna find a free drink?"
"Mane look… I got enough money ta buy liquor on my broker day. I don't need ta steal nothin'. Hell I'm a wrestla fo' tha GCDubyaA."
"Ace's company?"
Damn I'm glad Ace has such a good relationship with this city.. But he probably doesn't know that the boys have taken complete control now but I don't want to correct him.
"Dat's tha one.. Look sir.. I don't want no problems.. Just wrestle my match an' go back home.. Dat's it.."
He slowly lowers his gun, I guess sensing that I'm not drunk nor a threat. He holsters the weapon and walks up to me.
"So you’re one of those wrestlers?"
I nod.
"Well who ya fighting this Friday night? I haven't been able to keep up because of my long shifts."
"Lusus, I believe is his name."
He appears shocked..
"I haven't heard that name in ages.. Are you sure that you work for Ace?"
"Honest t'God truth.."
I state, holding up my scout's honor hand, slowly of course. He seems to contemplate a few things before responding to me.
"You're not that kid who's name is the same thing as shit, is it?"
"Tha one an' only!"
"Hmph.. how'd ya get that name anyway?"
"I had a shittin' problem fo' a good while when I was younga.. Tha name stuck, ya kno' how dat shit goes.."
"Yeah I guess.. My kids are real big fans of yours.. They say that you be keeping it real.. Whatever the fuck that means.."
I chuckled nervously.
"Well ya kno' how tha kids are these days sir.."
I look around at the rubble.
"Sorry bout what happened here mane.. I was plannin' on makin' a generous donation ta tha city.." Not really.. "Helped tha ones who don't have nothin' ta fall back on." I sincerely meant that. "Dis place just can't catch a break huh? First day hurricane in Houston an' now dis.. Mane.. shit crazy.."
The officer looks around sadly at the damage that the tornado caused.
"Yeah, me and my wife, lost our home due to the storm.."
"I'm sorry t'hear dat.."
"Yeah, this town got way too much recovering to do, then worry about drinks at liquor stores.. Hell hand me one of these bottles of Jack Daniels.."
My eyes begin to search for the bottle and I soon spot it, going to retrieve it and hand it to the officer. He cracks the top open and takes a swig, even taking a moment to offer me some.. I politely decline though. He takes another shot and looks at me.
"There's just certain shit in life that you can't prepare for, y'know? One day, everything is fine and then boom.. Things go to shit. I lost everything that I owned.. how do you prepare for some shit like that?"
Insurance, I thought to myself but that's a cop out answer, not too many people can predict a fucking tornado. He takes another swig and then answers his own question.
"Ya don't.. ya just rebuild, I mean that's all you can do right.. That's what I'm gonna do.. Us Texans, we're resilient folks and there ain't nothing that's gonna keep us down."
I nod in approval.
"Dat's some deep shit mane.. I neva looked at it, like dat.."
"Not too many of you young folks do, always quick to give up and fail. Afraid to let life be exactly what it is, always gotta have control."
Another chug of the whiskey forces him to make a bitter looking face.
"Well seein' as how ya got a match an' all.. Do ya need a ride anywhere?"
I'm not particularly fond of riding in police vehicles.
"No thanks mane.. I'd ratha' walk, I still gotta get my head tagetha fo' dis match. It's not everyday that I don't have much background on an opponent…"
"Alright then, you get your ass out of here and be careful.."
I quickly head out of the neighborhood, not knowing in what direction I was truly headed. Either whenever I got clear, I would call an Uber and get to a motel as soon as I could. I pat my pockets to see if my wallet is still present. It is.. I continue to walk along the rubble when I spot my handheld camera turned on it's side, still attached to the tripod. I go over to get it, detaching the tripod from the camera.
I inspect it for a second before pressing the play button to see what exactly happened in Boise at Treasure Valley. The ending footage was nothing more than multiple sets of feet. I curse under my breath, to myself from the discovery but quickly displaced the image from my mind. Pressing the record button, I hold the camera to myself as I continue on walking.
"Lusus… first an' foremost, you have my respect. You were tha first man ta step up ta my Open Challenge but what less could I'd expect from a man who honed his craft in Japan. There ain't many westerners who've gone ova there an' made an impression, myself included.. But one thang dat bein' ova' did teach me though is dat you fight wit everythang you've got in yo body. An' dis Friday at Inferno, dat's exactly what I plan ta do…"
I continue to walk until I now come upon my GCWA North American Championship lying near a broken metal fence.
"Hmph.. it's funny what direction life takes us, huh? One minute we're mindin' our own business an' then we end up somewhere tryna figure out exactly how we gonna push through it. Kinda how our paths got crossed up."
I walk over and pick the title up, throwing it over my shoulder.
"Y'see, respect is a code dat I love by an' fear is just a word fo' bitch made muthafuckas.. Come dis Friday, I don't need ta kno' what ya brangin' ta tha table cuh ya size is enough ta make me reconsider exactly what t'fuck I've gotten myself into.. But I won't back down, hell I neva back down.. See Dallas may have recently destroyed by a tornado but are you gonna do big boy, when ya starin' down tha Eye of a Hurricane!? Ya see dis title.."
I pat the belt.
"Ain't goin' nowhere, see Twitta' was tha bait but now ya gonna get introDUCED!"
I end the feed, bringing the video to a close.
I had won my latest match against some chick, in record fashion at that. So why was I here?
Think Duce… think….
I try to move my arms but they're strap to the metal table that I now realize that I was lying on. A calm humming sound entered my eardrums and the realization of where I was, began to creep into my mind.
"Aye mane.." I stated nervously.. "I kno' one'a y'all around somewhere! Let me up off dis table, mane!"
There was no response, only the sounds of an engine. See, I had been here before, I just knew that I had but I didn't want to face reality. I mean I was already going through some shit but this moment had taken the cake.
My skin felt like it was on fire as needles punctured it, strategically placed all over as tubes connected to it pushed fluids inside and outside of my body.
"Dis about dat shit at tha Coliseum, huh? Mane, y'all came fuckin' wit me an' my brotha'! Hell we was mindin' our own fuckin' business!"
Jolts of electricity began to flow through my body as it seized and spasmed on the metal table. The ice cold steel, making it hard for my nude body to take on the shockwaves that rode through it. What felt like an eternity was in hindsight about thirty seconds as the currents suddenly came to a halt and my body flopped still onto the table.
"Fu-fuc-fuck y'all…"
The energy surged through my body, once again as I seized up and shook uncontrollably on the table. I tried to hold out as best as I could but the pain was so severe that I couldn't help but pass out.
Seconds. Minutes. Maybe hours had passed by when I finally awoke. The bright lights were still there but I was now surrounded by four pale white figures, they all had flowing silverish gray hair. Two were obviously men as their beards looked as if they were Viking gods, hanging down to their chest. No sounds came from their mouths but it was clear that some type of way, they were communicating. Each person had a task that they were doing as they move frivolously through the room.
Needles continue to poke my skin as one of the ghostly like figures moved towards what look like a human sized test tubes. As I looked closer at the tube, there was a figure inside who closely resembled me.. Squinting my eyes, I try to get a better visual.
"B-Byson…?"
I questioned weakly before a voice spoke to me in my mind.
"No, Allen.. thou is not Byson. Remain calm and everything will be alright. Just know that one day, we will all be together and everything will be good."
"What t'fuck is goin' on though?"
"In due time, all will be revealed.. Until then, rest my child.."
So that's what I did, extravagant rest at that. It was something about this voice that put my body at ease. It made me feel as if everything was going to be just fine. No more cares, no more worries..
I honestly don't know how long that I was actually out but when I awoke, I was in the center of devastated North Dallas neighborhood. A liquor store to be exact… I sat there within the rubble with a half drunk bottle in my hand.. I look at it and notice that it's a bottle of Pineapple Ciroc..
"What t'fuck..? I don't drink dis shit...!"
I toss the bottle in disgust as it crashed into more debris and smash upon impact.
"Dallas Police Department! Put your hands up!"
An officer yells with his gun drawn.
"Wha…?"
Dazed and confused, I stare at the officer and slowly raise my hands up into the air. Very slowly, Texas police and black citizens haven't had the friendliest of encounters, so I don't want to add to the resume.
"This is a disaster zone! No one is supposed to be out here! What do you call yourself doing?"
He questioned with the state issued Glock still pointed at me. With my hands still in the air, I try to give him an explanation.
"I usually don't talk ta cops but yo guess bout as good as mines.. When I blacked out, I was in Idaho but now I'm here an' it ain't makin' no sense t'me."
I lied through my platinum plated teeth, I mean I couldn't tell him that I was abducted. I knew better than that, because once I did, the government would be a fixture in my life and that's some shit that I don't want.
"Uh-huh.. so ya just woke up in a liquor store? Ya sure you wasn't out last night tryna find a free drink?"
"Mane look… I got enough money ta buy liquor on my broker day. I don't need ta steal nothin'. Hell I'm a wrestla fo' tha GCDubyaA."
"Ace's company?"
Damn I'm glad Ace has such a good relationship with this city.. But he probably doesn't know that the boys have taken complete control now but I don't want to correct him.
"Dat's tha one.. Look sir.. I don't want no problems.. Just wrestle my match an' go back home.. Dat's it.."
He slowly lowers his gun, I guess sensing that I'm not drunk nor a threat. He holsters the weapon and walks up to me.
"So you’re one of those wrestlers?"
I nod.
"Well who ya fighting this Friday night? I haven't been able to keep up because of my long shifts."
"Lusus, I believe is his name."
He appears shocked..
"I haven't heard that name in ages.. Are you sure that you work for Ace?"
"Honest t'God truth.."
I state, holding up my scout's honor hand, slowly of course. He seems to contemplate a few things before responding to me.
"You're not that kid who's name is the same thing as shit, is it?"
"Tha one an' only!"
"Hmph.. how'd ya get that name anyway?"
"I had a shittin' problem fo' a good while when I was younga.. Tha name stuck, ya kno' how dat shit goes.."
"Yeah I guess.. My kids are real big fans of yours.. They say that you be keeping it real.. Whatever the fuck that means.."
I chuckled nervously.
"Well ya kno' how tha kids are these days sir.."
I look around at the rubble.
"Sorry bout what happened here mane.. I was plannin' on makin' a generous donation ta tha city.." Not really.. "Helped tha ones who don't have nothin' ta fall back on." I sincerely meant that. "Dis place just can't catch a break huh? First day hurricane in Houston an' now dis.. Mane.. shit crazy.."
The officer looks around sadly at the damage that the tornado caused.
"Yeah, me and my wife, lost our home due to the storm.."
"I'm sorry t'hear dat.."
"Yeah, this town got way too much recovering to do, then worry about drinks at liquor stores.. Hell hand me one of these bottles of Jack Daniels.."
My eyes begin to search for the bottle and I soon spot it, going to retrieve it and hand it to the officer. He cracks the top open and takes a swig, even taking a moment to offer me some.. I politely decline though. He takes another shot and looks at me.
"There's just certain shit in life that you can't prepare for, y'know? One day, everything is fine and then boom.. Things go to shit. I lost everything that I owned.. how do you prepare for some shit like that?"
Insurance, I thought to myself but that's a cop out answer, not too many people can predict a fucking tornado. He takes another swig and then answers his own question.
"Ya don't.. ya just rebuild, I mean that's all you can do right.. That's what I'm gonna do.. Us Texans, we're resilient folks and there ain't nothing that's gonna keep us down."
I nod in approval.
"Dat's some deep shit mane.. I neva looked at it, like dat.."
"Not too many of you young folks do, always quick to give up and fail. Afraid to let life be exactly what it is, always gotta have control."
Another chug of the whiskey forces him to make a bitter looking face.
"Well seein' as how ya got a match an' all.. Do ya need a ride anywhere?"
I'm not particularly fond of riding in police vehicles.
"No thanks mane.. I'd ratha' walk, I still gotta get my head tagetha fo' dis match. It's not everyday that I don't have much background on an opponent…"
"Alright then, you get your ass out of here and be careful.."
I quickly head out of the neighborhood, not knowing in what direction I was truly headed. Either whenever I got clear, I would call an Uber and get to a motel as soon as I could. I pat my pockets to see if my wallet is still present. It is.. I continue to walk along the rubble when I spot my handheld camera turned on it's side, still attached to the tripod. I go over to get it, detaching the tripod from the camera.
I inspect it for a second before pressing the play button to see what exactly happened in Boise at Treasure Valley. The ending footage was nothing more than multiple sets of feet. I curse under my breath, to myself from the discovery but quickly displaced the image from my mind. Pressing the record button, I hold the camera to myself as I continue on walking.
"Lusus… first an' foremost, you have my respect. You were tha first man ta step up ta my Open Challenge but what less could I'd expect from a man who honed his craft in Japan. There ain't many westerners who've gone ova there an' made an impression, myself included.. But one thang dat bein' ova' did teach me though is dat you fight wit everythang you've got in yo body. An' dis Friday at Inferno, dat's exactly what I plan ta do…"
I continue to walk until I now come upon my GCWA North American Championship lying near a broken metal fence.
"Hmph.. it's funny what direction life takes us, huh? One minute we're mindin' our own business an' then we end up somewhere tryna figure out exactly how we gonna push through it. Kinda how our paths got crossed up."
I walk over and pick the title up, throwing it over my shoulder.
"Y'see, respect is a code dat I love by an' fear is just a word fo' bitch made muthafuckas.. Come dis Friday, I don't need ta kno' what ya brangin' ta tha table cuh ya size is enough ta make me reconsider exactly what t'fuck I've gotten myself into.. But I won't back down, hell I neva back down.. See Dallas may have recently destroyed by a tornado but are you gonna do big boy, when ya starin' down tha Eye of a Hurricane!? Ya see dis title.."
I pat the belt.
"Ain't goin' nowhere, see Twitta' was tha bait but now ya gonna get introDUCED!"
I end the feed, bringing the video to a close.
