They Say Dat I'm Wearing Myself Thin
Oct 30, 2019 20:23:13 GMT -6
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Post by Duce Jones on Oct 30, 2019 20:23:13 GMT -6
Am I getting in over my head?
Maybe so..
Fuck no, ain’t no way in hell.!
You guys sure?
Like I said a second ago, you may be..
Don’t listen to this pussy, hell he’s scared of the sound of his own voice.
I shook my head in disappointment as I sat in a chair in front of one of the visitor lockers. I pull out my phone, swipe up to unlock it and quickly thumb the Twitter app. Two notifications are attached to the bell as I press it. One is Jaiden liking my reply to Dane.
When are we gonna knee him in the face again?
In due time... it'll happen again. I scroll to the next notification, which is a reply from my latest opponent, who in fact stood true to his reply in defeating me. I chuckled to myself..
This business doesn't lack cocky muthafuckas..
Indeed but the fight is nowhere near over.
"That's the reason why you weren't able to go out and pick up a win tonight.. Your face is always stuck in that damn phone."
I look up and see that my fraternal twin brother, Byson Kaliban was standing above me with a scowl on his face. Behind him were his clients, the CWF Tag Team Champions, Most Known Unknowns along with Nina. The quartet all appear to be in a bad mood..
"T'fuck wrong wit y'all?"
I questioned as I rubbed the back of my sore neck.
"Did you not witness the travesty that happened to them earlier?"
"Naw.. I can't say dat I rememba' dat, I mean bruh, I just got done fightin' in a Hell in a Cell match.. I'm pretty sho I gotta concussion right now."
"Fuck all of that! Rishel and this company must pay for their treatment of us!"
"Now bruh.. Y'kno' just as well as I do dat these folks here don't give a fuck about us.. I'm only here fo' a check."
"What!? Who the fuck are you, because you're not the same brother that I know? You’ve never taken a loss lightly!"
I laugh aloud because Byson always finds a way to effortlessly over exaggerate things.
"Look bruh, what's in tha past is in tha past plus I've made it dis far in tha tournament wit'out as much as clue as ta who I was facin' on a weekly basis.. Dis shit ain't nothin' but light work. Besides I got Lindz dis Friday in GCDubyaA fo' my Nawf American Championship.. Dat's where majority of my focus has been.."
"Lindz? You mean the same Lindz we were beefing with when you were facing Ryan for the World title?"
I nodded my head in approval.
"How the hell did you come across her? I thought her and Ryan split from this place."
"Y'kno' I've been doin' tha Open Invitational thang an' she stepped up."
"And this match is happening where?"
"GCDubyA.. It's a company down in Dallas.."
Byson takes a moment to ponder the information that he had just received from his brother. He looks back at his trio and nods his head. The three find themselves getting more comfortable inside of the locker room. Byson pulls a chair next to me and has a seat, placing his hand on my left shoulder.
"Lindz huh?"
"Yep.."
"When did all of this happen?"
"I thank it was yesterday, I'm not sho though, y'kno' I had my head rattled a bit out there by Big Z so there's a lotta foggy shit, right now."
"Duce.. are you serious? You learned about the match yesterday and it threw you off of your game tonight?"
"Mane, now you kno' dat there's otha' shit goin' on wit me, then on top'a tha bullshit dat ya told me that otha' day… Let's just say dat I ain't been thankin' clearly."
Yeah man, you've been acting a little bit weird lately.
We've taken on a lot of stress lately and these constant open challenges are not good for the body.
"We good.." I blurt out agitated.
Byson caught by surprise, looks at me strangely.
"No you're not.. You're talking to the voices out in the open now?"
"Well thangs haven't been peaches an' cream since ya left bruh.."
"But I wasn't apart of you and needed to separate my psyche from yours immediately."
"Yeah well ya unleashed a handful'a crazies when ya did."
"They were already there, it's just that you're too weak minded to handle it.. The voices.. the constant bickering, just everything.. I see it in your eyes, they're starting to consume you."
Byson's lecture made me think as look around the room at the other three individuals that were with Byson, all of them staring at me stoic and emotionless. I giggled to myself.
“Mane… whateva bruh, thangs is straight wit me.”
He gives me a side eye before staring off into the distance. His eyes then search the carpeted floor as he contemplated whatever thoughts he had in that artificial head of his. I must admit though, the technology that I’ve witnessed in my lifetime would put this country to shame.
Corporation..
Can we not do this right now?
I shook my head to try and silence the voices, just then Byson looked at me and spoke.
“So what have Lindz been up too lately?”
“Well.. afta’ her an’ D-Ry left.. They took there talents ta South Beach or somewhere down in Florida fa’ dat matta’ an’ started workin’ fo’ HODubya.”
Byson looks at me confused.. I knew why though, Byson is more of a businessman than a wrestling man, so he doesn’t keep up with a lot of promotions. You should’ve heard me the other day trying to explain to him what GCWA was.
“It’s a company dat was ran by Mike Best’s dad Lee but it’s switch ownas an’ percentages so much, it’s pretty much hard ta keep up wit. She’s doin’ well ova there, her, D-Ry, Dane, M.J. They’re all doin’ pretty damn good ova there..” I pause for a moment, because the recent Twitter activity that appeared on my timeline crept into my mind. “Scratch dat, I thank Dane just had a recent fallin’ out wit tha company an’ Lindz.. But as far as dat, I don’t kno’ much..”
“Hold on..” Byson interrupts.. “You said M.J’s there?”
“Naw.. she’s been there doin’ her thang.. LSD Champ rememba’, we faced off at Pops first show..”
“I just invested money, I didn’t actually watch.. Speaking of which, how’s things going with that?”
“We got shut down befo’ tha production’a our first official show by you kno’ who..”
I stated disappointed but Byson becomes enraged.
“Are you fucking serious!? Who the fuck do they think that they are?”
I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders.
“Eitha’ way, it’s on ta tha next one an’ dat’s Dallas ta face Lindz.. So if you folks would excuse me. I need to get dressed an’ hit tha road.”
“To Dallas?” He question and I nodded in approval. “From Utah?” I nod again. “You do know that you have to drive through New Mexico to get there?”
“Yup.. but at dis point.. I really don’t give a fuck.. I’ll probably black out an’ wake up in some fucked up part’a Dallas again.”
“You sure you don’t wanna catch the jet with us? Besides.. You might need me in Dallas against Lindz. She might have her brother-in-law with her.”
“Not ta be mean bruh.. But tha last time ya was anywhere round me, Lindz or D-Ry.. Ya ass ended up costin’ me tha World title.. I’m good.”
“Suit yourself then..”
“Mm-hmm” I say with a nod.. “Ain’t shit on dis island we call Earth dat’s gone have me shook.”
“Alright brother.. But listen to me good.. There’s a difference between not being afraid and being flat out stupid.”
Byson rises from the chair and nods to his crew, signaling that it was time to leave. As quick as they came, they were off and out of the door as I continued to sit there. My eyes go back to my phone as I unlocked it, bringing back up the Twitter homepage. I quickly reply to Zolton’s message and set the phone down on the floor to my left, then focusing my attention on my bag, fumbling through it in retrieval of my clothes. A light chuckle escaped my body as little did Byson knew, I had found an alternate route through Oklahoma so New Mexico was out of the question.
Fifteen hours later…
I found myself traveling down U.S. Route 64 through Oklahoma. There wasn't a landmark in sight as I drove through the void area that hosted the highway, only dry land. So much dry land that I figured that I made a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Either way, “Cash Shit” by Megan Thee Stallion and Da Baby echoed through the speakers of my rental.
I had decided to hit the road directly after my last booking, knowing that I had a nineteen hour drive ahead of me. I wanted as much time as I could afford to prepare for my big North American title defense against non other than Lindsey Troy.. The self-proclaimed Queen of the Ring, though the name was warranted, given everything that she had already accomplished in the wrestling business. Though, she never crossed my television screen as a kid, she taught me quickly that she was not the woman to fuck with.
♫Y’kno why these bitches love me? Cuh Ducey don’t give a fuck ♫
I rapped along with Da Baby as his verse invaded the song.
♫I be fixin’ tha weave, while she suckin’ my dick, pull it out then I titty fuck...♫
I felt in the zone as I recited Da Baby’s verse along with him bar for bar. Well not exactly bar for bar because I must admit that I fumbled up on a few words.. But as he kept spitting rhymes, I was right along with him.
♫I like when they pretty an’ ghetto, type’a bitch dat don’t even say hello♫
*BOOM!*
My personal karaoke session comes to an abrupt end as the sound of screeching tires caught my attention. I instantly brought the car to a halt on the side of the road. Killing the engine and turning down the radio and exit the car. Inspecting the situation, after making a full circle, I notice the rear passenger side tire is completely blown out.
“Muthafucka.. Who t’fuck feel like changin’ a tire right now?”
I mean, I could have but I was way too exhausted to even attempt it right now.. But do you know what I could do? A promo.. I go to the back door and open it, reaching inside and fumble around until I found my handheld.. I go back out and place it on the trunk of the car and set it to record. I look into the lens and wave frivolously into it as I back up into a position that I feel suitable enough for the camera to catch me.
“Hey Lindz!! How’s life been treatin’ ya? Good I hope.. Y’kno’ ever since you an’ D-Ry left CDubyaA haven’t felt tha same ya kno’.. I gotta give it ta ya, y’all made my time there have purpose an’ meanin’.. Now..” I solemnly shook my head. “..now I’m just goin’ through tha motions.. But I see thangs have been copacetic wit ya.. Ya been doin’ well in High Octane, got ya self some hardware an’ everythang.. But I kno’ we’re not hear ta exchange pleasantries.. Naw it’s about dis..” I pat my empty shoulder, before looking down in shame. I point my finger up. “Gimme a second..”
I walk off camera for just a moment to return to the backseat of the car to retrieve my GCWA North American Championship. I then go stand back in front of the camera.
“My bad.. But dis right here is what it’s all about! Cuh in my world, they ain’t shit else dat mattas.. ‘Cept dis title right here ain’t goin’ no muthafuckin’ where. See you may be tha Queen’a tha Rang but I’m tha Kang’a Nawf America an’ plan on carryin’ dis title in tha foreseeable future.. Lindz.. I kno’ how ya get down an’ ya kno’ how I get down an’ it’s nothin’ but respect but dis Friday night, I’m comin’ fo yo neck! Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta tire ta change..”
I adjust the title on my shoulder and walk towards the camera, grabbing it and turning it off, turning the scene dark.
Maybe so..
Fuck no, ain’t no way in hell.!
You guys sure?
Like I said a second ago, you may be..
Don’t listen to this pussy, hell he’s scared of the sound of his own voice.
I shook my head in disappointment as I sat in a chair in front of one of the visitor lockers. I pull out my phone, swipe up to unlock it and quickly thumb the Twitter app. Two notifications are attached to the bell as I press it. One is Jaiden liking my reply to Dane.
When are we gonna knee him in the face again?
In due time... it'll happen again. I scroll to the next notification, which is a reply from my latest opponent, who in fact stood true to his reply in defeating me. I chuckled to myself..
This business doesn't lack cocky muthafuckas..
Indeed but the fight is nowhere near over.
"That's the reason why you weren't able to go out and pick up a win tonight.. Your face is always stuck in that damn phone."
I look up and see that my fraternal twin brother, Byson Kaliban was standing above me with a scowl on his face. Behind him were his clients, the CWF Tag Team Champions, Most Known Unknowns along with Nina. The quartet all appear to be in a bad mood..
"T'fuck wrong wit y'all?"
I questioned as I rubbed the back of my sore neck.
"Did you not witness the travesty that happened to them earlier?"
"Naw.. I can't say dat I rememba' dat, I mean bruh, I just got done fightin' in a Hell in a Cell match.. I'm pretty sho I gotta concussion right now."
"Fuck all of that! Rishel and this company must pay for their treatment of us!"
"Now bruh.. Y'kno' just as well as I do dat these folks here don't give a fuck about us.. I'm only here fo' a check."
"What!? Who the fuck are you, because you're not the same brother that I know? You’ve never taken a loss lightly!"
I laugh aloud because Byson always finds a way to effortlessly over exaggerate things.
"Look bruh, what's in tha past is in tha past plus I've made it dis far in tha tournament wit'out as much as clue as ta who I was facin' on a weekly basis.. Dis shit ain't nothin' but light work. Besides I got Lindz dis Friday in GCDubyaA fo' my Nawf American Championship.. Dat's where majority of my focus has been.."
"Lindz? You mean the same Lindz we were beefing with when you were facing Ryan for the World title?"
I nodded my head in approval.
"How the hell did you come across her? I thought her and Ryan split from this place."
"Y'kno' I've been doin' tha Open Invitational thang an' she stepped up."
"And this match is happening where?"
"GCDubyA.. It's a company down in Dallas.."
Byson takes a moment to ponder the information that he had just received from his brother. He looks back at his trio and nods his head. The three find themselves getting more comfortable inside of the locker room. Byson pulls a chair next to me and has a seat, placing his hand on my left shoulder.
"Lindz huh?"
"Yep.."
"When did all of this happen?"
"I thank it was yesterday, I'm not sho though, y'kno' I had my head rattled a bit out there by Big Z so there's a lotta foggy shit, right now."
"Duce.. are you serious? You learned about the match yesterday and it threw you off of your game tonight?"
"Mane, now you kno' dat there's otha' shit goin' on wit me, then on top'a tha bullshit dat ya told me that otha' day… Let's just say dat I ain't been thankin' clearly."
Yeah man, you've been acting a little bit weird lately.
We've taken on a lot of stress lately and these constant open challenges are not good for the body.
"We good.." I blurt out agitated.
Byson caught by surprise, looks at me strangely.
"No you're not.. You're talking to the voices out in the open now?"
"Well thangs haven't been peaches an' cream since ya left bruh.."
"But I wasn't apart of you and needed to separate my psyche from yours immediately."
"Yeah well ya unleashed a handful'a crazies when ya did."
"They were already there, it's just that you're too weak minded to handle it.. The voices.. the constant bickering, just everything.. I see it in your eyes, they're starting to consume you."
Byson's lecture made me think as look around the room at the other three individuals that were with Byson, all of them staring at me stoic and emotionless. I giggled to myself.
“Mane… whateva bruh, thangs is straight wit me.”
He gives me a side eye before staring off into the distance. His eyes then search the carpeted floor as he contemplated whatever thoughts he had in that artificial head of his. I must admit though, the technology that I’ve witnessed in my lifetime would put this country to shame.
Corporation..
Can we not do this right now?
I shook my head to try and silence the voices, just then Byson looked at me and spoke.
“So what have Lindz been up too lately?”
“Well.. afta’ her an’ D-Ry left.. They took there talents ta South Beach or somewhere down in Florida fa’ dat matta’ an’ started workin’ fo’ HODubya.”
Byson looks at me confused.. I knew why though, Byson is more of a businessman than a wrestling man, so he doesn’t keep up with a lot of promotions. You should’ve heard me the other day trying to explain to him what GCWA was.
“It’s a company dat was ran by Mike Best’s dad Lee but it’s switch ownas an’ percentages so much, it’s pretty much hard ta keep up wit. She’s doin’ well ova there, her, D-Ry, Dane, M.J. They’re all doin’ pretty damn good ova there..” I pause for a moment, because the recent Twitter activity that appeared on my timeline crept into my mind. “Scratch dat, I thank Dane just had a recent fallin’ out wit tha company an’ Lindz.. But as far as dat, I don’t kno’ much..”
“Hold on..” Byson interrupts.. “You said M.J’s there?”
“Naw.. she’s been there doin’ her thang.. LSD Champ rememba’, we faced off at Pops first show..”
“I just invested money, I didn’t actually watch.. Speaking of which, how’s things going with that?”
“We got shut down befo’ tha production’a our first official show by you kno’ who..”
I stated disappointed but Byson becomes enraged.
“Are you fucking serious!? Who the fuck do they think that they are?”
I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders.
“Eitha’ way, it’s on ta tha next one an’ dat’s Dallas ta face Lindz.. So if you folks would excuse me. I need to get dressed an’ hit tha road.”
“To Dallas?” He question and I nodded in approval. “From Utah?” I nod again. “You do know that you have to drive through New Mexico to get there?”
“Yup.. but at dis point.. I really don’t give a fuck.. I’ll probably black out an’ wake up in some fucked up part’a Dallas again.”
“You sure you don’t wanna catch the jet with us? Besides.. You might need me in Dallas against Lindz. She might have her brother-in-law with her.”
“Not ta be mean bruh.. But tha last time ya was anywhere round me, Lindz or D-Ry.. Ya ass ended up costin’ me tha World title.. I’m good.”
“Suit yourself then..”
“Mm-hmm” I say with a nod.. “Ain’t shit on dis island we call Earth dat’s gone have me shook.”
“Alright brother.. But listen to me good.. There’s a difference between not being afraid and being flat out stupid.”
Byson rises from the chair and nods to his crew, signaling that it was time to leave. As quick as they came, they were off and out of the door as I continued to sit there. My eyes go back to my phone as I unlocked it, bringing back up the Twitter homepage. I quickly reply to Zolton’s message and set the phone down on the floor to my left, then focusing my attention on my bag, fumbling through it in retrieval of my clothes. A light chuckle escaped my body as little did Byson knew, I had found an alternate route through Oklahoma so New Mexico was out of the question.
Fifteen hours later…
I found myself traveling down U.S. Route 64 through Oklahoma. There wasn't a landmark in sight as I drove through the void area that hosted the highway, only dry land. So much dry land that I figured that I made a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Either way, “Cash Shit” by Megan Thee Stallion and Da Baby echoed through the speakers of my rental.
I had decided to hit the road directly after my last booking, knowing that I had a nineteen hour drive ahead of me. I wanted as much time as I could afford to prepare for my big North American title defense against non other than Lindsey Troy.. The self-proclaimed Queen of the Ring, though the name was warranted, given everything that she had already accomplished in the wrestling business. Though, she never crossed my television screen as a kid, she taught me quickly that she was not the woman to fuck with.
♫Y’kno why these bitches love me? Cuh Ducey don’t give a fuck ♫
I rapped along with Da Baby as his verse invaded the song.
♫I be fixin’ tha weave, while she suckin’ my dick, pull it out then I titty fuck...♫
I felt in the zone as I recited Da Baby’s verse along with him bar for bar. Well not exactly bar for bar because I must admit that I fumbled up on a few words.. But as he kept spitting rhymes, I was right along with him.
♫I like when they pretty an’ ghetto, type’a bitch dat don’t even say hello♫
*BOOM!*
My personal karaoke session comes to an abrupt end as the sound of screeching tires caught my attention. I instantly brought the car to a halt on the side of the road. Killing the engine and turning down the radio and exit the car. Inspecting the situation, after making a full circle, I notice the rear passenger side tire is completely blown out.
“Muthafucka.. Who t’fuck feel like changin’ a tire right now?”
I mean, I could have but I was way too exhausted to even attempt it right now.. But do you know what I could do? A promo.. I go to the back door and open it, reaching inside and fumble around until I found my handheld.. I go back out and place it on the trunk of the car and set it to record. I look into the lens and wave frivolously into it as I back up into a position that I feel suitable enough for the camera to catch me.
“Hey Lindz!! How’s life been treatin’ ya? Good I hope.. Y’kno’ ever since you an’ D-Ry left CDubyaA haven’t felt tha same ya kno’.. I gotta give it ta ya, y’all made my time there have purpose an’ meanin’.. Now..” I solemnly shook my head. “..now I’m just goin’ through tha motions.. But I see thangs have been copacetic wit ya.. Ya been doin’ well in High Octane, got ya self some hardware an’ everythang.. But I kno’ we’re not hear ta exchange pleasantries.. Naw it’s about dis..” I pat my empty shoulder, before looking down in shame. I point my finger up. “Gimme a second..”
I walk off camera for just a moment to return to the backseat of the car to retrieve my GCWA North American Championship. I then go stand back in front of the camera.
“My bad.. But dis right here is what it’s all about! Cuh in my world, they ain’t shit else dat mattas.. ‘Cept dis title right here ain’t goin’ no muthafuckin’ where. See you may be tha Queen’a tha Rang but I’m tha Kang’a Nawf America an’ plan on carryin’ dis title in tha foreseeable future.. Lindz.. I kno’ how ya get down an’ ya kno’ how I get down an’ it’s nothin’ but respect but dis Friday night, I’m comin’ fo yo neck! Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta tire ta change..”
I adjust the title on my shoulder and walk towards the camera, grabbing it and turning it off, turning the scene dark.
