Does Lightning Strike Twice?
Nov 13, 2019 22:19:42 GMT -6
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Post by Duce Jones on Nov 13, 2019 22:19:42 GMT -6
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
"Duce, open up! We need to come in there and check on you to make sure that you're alright!"
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
Ignoring the constant pounding on the other side of the locked locker room door by the medical team. I sat in a steel chair as blood dripped from my body onto the floor. Carefully peeling away the athletic sleeve that occupied my left arm, I winced from the stinging sensation that the mild burns sent through my flesh. I begin to expect my arm as more blood continues to splatter onto my now sweat covered gold/black shorts.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
"Seriously, Duce you may have lost a lot of blood and we need to get you to a hospital!"
"Fuck off!"
I yelled back because the more they tried to convince me that my life was in imminent danger. I had never felt more alive in my life. Done expecting and assessing the damage to my left arm, I reach up to my neck and caress the tiny slits that I've now got to stare at whenever I look into a mirror. Removing my hand, I can feel the trickles of left over blood from my sliced hand, slides down my throat like rain against a window pane.
Turning my attention to the floor, between my legs rests a duffle bag containing two hundred fifty thousand dollars and a fancy Rolex watch. On top of the bag is the pride of my life, the GCWA North American Championship. I smile sinisterly before laughing hysterically..
"Wooo! Dat was tha most fun I done eva had in my fuckin' life!"
An almost orgasmic, euphoric wave takes over my body as the once, pumping adrenaline finally subsides.
Tony had given me a fight that I'll never forget and I must admit that he pushed me to the brink. Whether he knew it or not, he'd gained my utmost respect. Not sure if that still counts for anything these days but whenever he wants another shot, I'll gladly give it to him.
Four days later..
There I stood, within the rain as thunder roared throughout the skies. Where exactly was I? Cancun, Mexico fresh off of performing for the rowdy crowd just the night before. Two days after the Unsanctioned Match with Tony, mind you.
But as the rain poured upon my flesh, I stood there as if trying to be cleansed of all my sins.. I stood there, surrendering all my pains and troubles to the Earth. Letting it all go, if you will.
My body felt like a building fell on top of it and better judgement would have me cooped up back home in Memphis trying to recover but I've never been that type of guy. In my mind, I always felt that I had more to prove and coping out to an injury was never my type of thing.. Reason why I accepted the booking against Lightning.. I have no desire of falling off, I felt that I needed to keep combat ready because at any moment, once again someone was going to be gunning for my North American Championship. For instance, "Mad Dog" Mark Wright who earned his shot during a triple threat contest at High Rollers. Then there's Mike Zybala who made his declaration for a stab at the title.. I mean that's only if I make it past Mad Dog.
Off in the distance, I watch as the clouds light up and lightning flashed from it, striking the ground. In my head, I count the seconds before the thunder made its grand appearance. Four if you were wondering, which meant that the wrath of the storm was slowly emerging.
"I kno' there's a lotta folks who's questioning my sanity right now. I don't blame em, I mean… afta' tha war dat Tony an' myself put each otha' through, we should be in a hospital room, suckin' through fuckin' straws.. Instead.. both'a our crazy asses wanted ta prove how tough we are by comin' out tha next week ta dat rang an' beat so mo' ass.."
I continue to be drenched within the rain, carrying on without missing a beat.
"So dis Friday, tha powers dat be decided ta split up Thunda' an' Lightnin' an' let me an' Savage have at it.. An' as much as I'm a big fan of those guys but I hate ta be tha one ta let y'kno' dis Lightnin' but ya gonna get tha same treatment dat ya boy Thunda' got when me an' him squared off.. See Lightnin', I'm pretty sho dat ya thank ya got me at a disadvantage. But I beg ta differ.. Y'see dat match wit Tony.. it did somethin' t'me.. It helped me grow as a competitor an' a man. An' come Friday night, you'll be introDUCED, just like everybody else befo' ya.."
My attention is caught by another cloud that a lightning bolt emanate from, quickly followed the loud yell of thunder. I chuckle a bit as a thought crosses my mind.
"Y'kno' Lightnin'.. I'm in a good mood an' I feel like givin' you an opportunity. Ya thank ya got what it takes ta beat me, how bout I put my Nawf American title on tha line an' see how about dat life ya really are.. See ya in Texas.."
With the downpour steady dousing me, I walk off in direction in particular as the scene fades out.
"Duce, open up! We need to come in there and check on you to make sure that you're alright!"
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
Ignoring the constant pounding on the other side of the locked locker room door by the medical team. I sat in a steel chair as blood dripped from my body onto the floor. Carefully peeling away the athletic sleeve that occupied my left arm, I winced from the stinging sensation that the mild burns sent through my flesh. I begin to expect my arm as more blood continues to splatter onto my now sweat covered gold/black shorts.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
"Seriously, Duce you may have lost a lot of blood and we need to get you to a hospital!"
"Fuck off!"
I yelled back because the more they tried to convince me that my life was in imminent danger. I had never felt more alive in my life. Done expecting and assessing the damage to my left arm, I reach up to my neck and caress the tiny slits that I've now got to stare at whenever I look into a mirror. Removing my hand, I can feel the trickles of left over blood from my sliced hand, slides down my throat like rain against a window pane.
Turning my attention to the floor, between my legs rests a duffle bag containing two hundred fifty thousand dollars and a fancy Rolex watch. On top of the bag is the pride of my life, the GCWA North American Championship. I smile sinisterly before laughing hysterically..
"Wooo! Dat was tha most fun I done eva had in my fuckin' life!"
An almost orgasmic, euphoric wave takes over my body as the once, pumping adrenaline finally subsides.
Tony had given me a fight that I'll never forget and I must admit that he pushed me to the brink. Whether he knew it or not, he'd gained my utmost respect. Not sure if that still counts for anything these days but whenever he wants another shot, I'll gladly give it to him.
Four days later..
There I stood, within the rain as thunder roared throughout the skies. Where exactly was I? Cancun, Mexico fresh off of performing for the rowdy crowd just the night before. Two days after the Unsanctioned Match with Tony, mind you.
But as the rain poured upon my flesh, I stood there as if trying to be cleansed of all my sins.. I stood there, surrendering all my pains and troubles to the Earth. Letting it all go, if you will.
My body felt like a building fell on top of it and better judgement would have me cooped up back home in Memphis trying to recover but I've never been that type of guy. In my mind, I always felt that I had more to prove and coping out to an injury was never my type of thing.. Reason why I accepted the booking against Lightning.. I have no desire of falling off, I felt that I needed to keep combat ready because at any moment, once again someone was going to be gunning for my North American Championship. For instance, "Mad Dog" Mark Wright who earned his shot during a triple threat contest at High Rollers. Then there's Mike Zybala who made his declaration for a stab at the title.. I mean that's only if I make it past Mad Dog.
Off in the distance, I watch as the clouds light up and lightning flashed from it, striking the ground. In my head, I count the seconds before the thunder made its grand appearance. Four if you were wondering, which meant that the wrath of the storm was slowly emerging.
"I kno' there's a lotta folks who's questioning my sanity right now. I don't blame em, I mean… afta' tha war dat Tony an' myself put each otha' through, we should be in a hospital room, suckin' through fuckin' straws.. Instead.. both'a our crazy asses wanted ta prove how tough we are by comin' out tha next week ta dat rang an' beat so mo' ass.."
I continue to be drenched within the rain, carrying on without missing a beat.
"So dis Friday, tha powers dat be decided ta split up Thunda' an' Lightnin' an' let me an' Savage have at it.. An' as much as I'm a big fan of those guys but I hate ta be tha one ta let y'kno' dis Lightnin' but ya gonna get tha same treatment dat ya boy Thunda' got when me an' him squared off.. See Lightnin', I'm pretty sho dat ya thank ya got me at a disadvantage. But I beg ta differ.. Y'see dat match wit Tony.. it did somethin' t'me.. It helped me grow as a competitor an' a man. An' come Friday night, you'll be introDUCED, just like everybody else befo' ya.."
My attention is caught by another cloud that a lightning bolt emanate from, quickly followed the loud yell of thunder. I chuckle a bit as a thought crosses my mind.
"Y'kno' Lightnin'.. I'm in a good mood an' I feel like givin' you an opportunity. Ya thank ya got what it takes ta beat me, how bout I put my Nawf American title on tha line an' see how about dat life ya really are.. See ya in Texas.."
With the downpour steady dousing me, I walk off in direction in particular as the scene fades out.
