Post by Duce Jones on Nov 20, 2019 23:52:32 GMT -6
I just don’t know… life has a funny way of sitting a person down and opening their eyes.. But the question at the end of the day was, what was it trying to show me. I’ve always heard that you should never question the work that’s being done here but it’s really fucking hard NOT to question the bullshit that takes place.
When it comes down to it, I should be heading to Dallas right now with my game face on, ready to defend my North American Championship against number one contender, “Mad Dog” Mark Wright. At least that was the plan for the whole week, hell I wasn’t scheduled for a match with my other company so for the entire week, Wright was my entire focus..
Until last night…
It had been an intense day of training for my upcoming title defense. Even though Wright was more of a brawler, I felt I needed an extra advantage.. The Unsanctioned Match with Tony proved to me that I was unable to go strike for strike with a legit fighter and my boy Freddie outclassed me in the wrestling category. So I needed a new element, a different dimension if you will..
Pops.. he was world class when it came to catch wrestling, he was one of the best at tying anyone into a knot like a pretzel. I mean, he loved violence but if he could snap a ligament, you could bet your ass he was going to try. Myself, I could never get too much into that style, I felt it exerted too much energy. Tedious shit if you know what I mean. But he worked, twisted and tied my ass up until I was unable to breathe for at least six hours straight. Hard fucking work but I had yet to grasp the whole concept, I mean, what’s wrong with knocking a muthafucka out?
Wright was a different breed, all of his own. Aggressive, unpredictable, hard hitting and very capable of taking this strap away from me. I couldn’t allow that though, this was the first championship in my career that I had ever been comfortable with. So after all the hours I put in, I was more than confident that I had the tools necessary to keep him down for the three count.
Like I was from exhaustion, lying my head on my pillow next to my beautiful girlfriend, something that I haven’t been able to do for many weeks. Especially since I was always couped up in some hotel room trying to get focus on my next opponent. So to me, this was finally heaven on earth.
*BOW!*
I jumped up out of my sleep as the loud noise awoken me.
“What t’fuck…?” I questioned groggily as I looked around, I notice that Sierra is still out like a light. I lie back down.
*BOW! BOW! BOW! BOW! BOW!*
I jumped up again and I’m almost certain that I know what the noise is but I live in a decent neighborhood around good folks, so.. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of screeching tires.. I instantly try to wake Sierra up, shaking her by the shoulder.
“Baby! Baby! Wake up!”
“Whaaaaaattttttttt…….?” She asked as her eyes barely open.
“I thank somebody out there shootin’..”
“Go check it out then..”
She goes back to sleep and I stare at her incredulously.
“Shidddd….”
You might wanna go check that out..
Fuck that, take your ass out there and you might get shot! Bullets don’t have names bro..
He’s right..
C’mon!
I’m sure I’m not the only one who heard it, someone will call the police.
Now you’re thinking..
Okay then but are you sure?
More sure than anything else in my life. With that, I lie back down and go to sleep the best way that I can.
Seven hours later..
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! DING! DONG!*
“FUCK!” I exclaimed as I’m jolted from my sleep from the constant knocking on my door and ringing of my doorbell. Sierra sits up next to me, startled as well..
“Who’s that?” She questioned.
“Hell, I dunno..” I replied as I climbed out of bed to go answer the door.
Upon reaching the door, I opened it and there’s three adolescent kids, no older than ten standing there still in pajamas and hysterical as ever can be. Two boys, one girl, each one talking over the next and I’m not really getting a clear picture until one thing finally registers to me.
“Somebody shot my mama!” The middle boy exclaimed.
“Whoa! What!? Where’s she at?”
“She’s still in the house on the couch!”
“What’s going on?” Sierra asked as she approached.
“Call 9-1-1!” I told her as I turned my attention to the children. “Y’all go in there wit Tee Tee an’ we gon’ go see what’s goin’ on.
Grabbing my hoodie and directing the children to Sierra’s daughter’s room, I darted out of the door, Sierra following closely behind as we made our way down the street and to the children’s house. We knew the kids because they were close friends of my stepdaughter, they would come by all the time and hang out with her and Sierra was good friends with their mother.
I knew beforehand that she was probably already deceased because I heard the gunshots during the night but it didn’t occur to me that she would be the actual victim. As we neared the door, Sierra went inside as I stood at the threshold. She checks her pulse and immediately begins screaming.
“C’mon baby..” I said, turning away from the doorway.
She steps out, shaking nervously. It was her first dead body but not mines. Either way, you never get used to the sight. Before we even had a chance to leave her yard, the police were pulling up to investigate. One hops out his car and instantly begins questioning us.
“What’s going on?” He asked.
“Somebody dead in there…” I stated coldly, even though it was the truth.
Grabbing at his state issued firearm, he directs Sierra and me away from the house as him and his partner enters and checks out the scene..
“Damn, dat’s fucked up..” I state to myself as I console my now grieving girlfriend.
Maybe I should’ve done something..
Like what, go out and get shot with her?
I don’t know but I should’ve done something.
Tears begin to well up in my eyes as a flood of emotions take over my body. Those kids were in the house the whole night with their dead mother. Afraid to come out, whoever killed her stole her phone so the kids couldn’t call the authorities. Those three contorted voices were beginning to unravel and separate themselves in my mind.
“What t’fuck!” I growl as I take off walking up the street.
For the rest of the day, my thoughts and focus went from defending my championship against Mad Dog on Inferno and more on what kind of punk bitch could take a mother from her children. The mere thought had me fucked up for the rest of the day, every blunt that I smoked felt as if it was Newport 100. Every bit of liquor that I tried to drown my sorrows in felt as if it was Kool-Aid. The shit wasn’t right.. But what can you expect to go right in the Devil’s Dome? Still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less when shit happens.
After spending the majority of the day, rewinding and breaking down every moment in my mind… The thought of Mark Wright nearly slipped my mind.
Nearly…
When I needed to seclude myself and clear my head, the rooftop of my home was where I usually go but I needed to be somewhere far away from this area. I found that near a cubby hole that I found by the Mississippi River. I was shown this spot as a child while going on adventures with my friends and their dad. Very low-key and relaxing, if you needed to breathe on a major level, this was the place for it; peaceful, serene, only lit by the light of the moon and surrounded by nothing but shrubbery.
With my camera phone turned on, I’m barely visible on the screen but my words are heard loud and clearly over the crickets that hummed in the background.
“I find myself lately, tryna figure out dis shit we call life.. But I feel it’s a lost quest fo’ some shit dat I’ll probably neva’ find out. Y’kno’ Mad Dog, ya seem like an decent guy.. Hungry.. Ready t’get ya name known ta tha world an’ dis comin’ Friday.. Ya gonna try ta do dat shit at my expense.. I’ve been watchin’ ya inside’a dat rang an’ t’be real wit ya.. I was mo’ than impressed wit how ya handle ya’self in dat triple threat ta become, numba one contenda ta my GCWA Nawf American Championship. But ya see Wright, ya not gonna get tha same Duce Jones dat everybody else has been facin’ off against lately. Y’see, I gotta extra chip on my shoulda an’ I got some anger dat I really need ta excercise befo’ I explode..”
I go silent for a minute as I try to collect my thoughts as I’m almost overwhelmed with emotions.
“Ya see, since I first step foot in dis company I’ve proven ta be one’a toughest muh’fuckas ta eva set foot in dat rang.. Tony an’ myself, we nearly killed each otha an’ what do we go do, we come out tha next week tha crack some skulls again while folks like you took a knee an’ sat on tha bench. Do you kno’ how prestigious I’ve built tha Nawf American strap up ta be? If you were ta defeat me, do you thank you could keep it up on dat same level dat I’ve brung it to. No disrespect ta Gordo..” That’s what I call Bifford for those who don’t know. “Even though tha guy irks my nerves at times, but in my eyes, I’ve made dis championship as honorable as tha one he’s holdin’. An’ I honestly couldn’t see Biff doin’ what I’m doin’.. I’ve made a name fo’ myself an’ a reputation fo’ dis title.. If you want it, you gotta work hard fo’ it an’ if ya get it, ya gonna have ta work ten times as hard ta hold on ta it. But I don’t plan on losin’ it anytime soon. See people claim dat they want a shot at tha big belt but honestly most are afraid ta get dropped on they head by a four hunnit pound muh’fucka.. So they look at me as tha weak link.. Tha easy fish, not knowin’ dat I’ve stood toe-to-toe wit tha champ on three separate occasions. Got dropped on my head each time but I neva fuckin’ backed down. Mad Dog, ya get me at my worst, my all-time low an’ I’m gonna rise through these muthafuckin’ flames beatin’ yo ass! Don’t take it personal because it’s nothin’ like dat. Ya just caught me at a bad time, maybe when we’re done we can go do some shrooms an’ talk ta trees or some shit.. I dunno.. But I’ll holla at ya Friday, an’ I’m walkin’ out STILL tha muthafuckin’ champ!
Fuck catchphrases, I don’t feel that they’re needed because today.. Just isn’t the day…
When it comes down to it, I should be heading to Dallas right now with my game face on, ready to defend my North American Championship against number one contender, “Mad Dog” Mark Wright. At least that was the plan for the whole week, hell I wasn’t scheduled for a match with my other company so for the entire week, Wright was my entire focus..
Until last night…
It had been an intense day of training for my upcoming title defense. Even though Wright was more of a brawler, I felt I needed an extra advantage.. The Unsanctioned Match with Tony proved to me that I was unable to go strike for strike with a legit fighter and my boy Freddie outclassed me in the wrestling category. So I needed a new element, a different dimension if you will..
Pops.. he was world class when it came to catch wrestling, he was one of the best at tying anyone into a knot like a pretzel. I mean, he loved violence but if he could snap a ligament, you could bet your ass he was going to try. Myself, I could never get too much into that style, I felt it exerted too much energy. Tedious shit if you know what I mean. But he worked, twisted and tied my ass up until I was unable to breathe for at least six hours straight. Hard fucking work but I had yet to grasp the whole concept, I mean, what’s wrong with knocking a muthafucka out?
Wright was a different breed, all of his own. Aggressive, unpredictable, hard hitting and very capable of taking this strap away from me. I couldn’t allow that though, this was the first championship in my career that I had ever been comfortable with. So after all the hours I put in, I was more than confident that I had the tools necessary to keep him down for the three count.
Like I was from exhaustion, lying my head on my pillow next to my beautiful girlfriend, something that I haven’t been able to do for many weeks. Especially since I was always couped up in some hotel room trying to get focus on my next opponent. So to me, this was finally heaven on earth.
*BOW!*
I jumped up out of my sleep as the loud noise awoken me.
“What t’fuck…?” I questioned groggily as I looked around, I notice that Sierra is still out like a light. I lie back down.
*BOW! BOW! BOW! BOW! BOW!*
I jumped up again and I’m almost certain that I know what the noise is but I live in a decent neighborhood around good folks, so.. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of screeching tires.. I instantly try to wake Sierra up, shaking her by the shoulder.
“Baby! Baby! Wake up!”
“Whaaaaaattttttttt…….?” She asked as her eyes barely open.
“I thank somebody out there shootin’..”
“Go check it out then..”
She goes back to sleep and I stare at her incredulously.
“Shidddd….”
You might wanna go check that out..
Fuck that, take your ass out there and you might get shot! Bullets don’t have names bro..
He’s right..
C’mon!
I’m sure I’m not the only one who heard it, someone will call the police.
Now you’re thinking..
Okay then but are you sure?
More sure than anything else in my life. With that, I lie back down and go to sleep the best way that I can.
Seven hours later..
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! DING! DONG!*
“FUCK!” I exclaimed as I’m jolted from my sleep from the constant knocking on my door and ringing of my doorbell. Sierra sits up next to me, startled as well..
“Who’s that?” She questioned.
“Hell, I dunno..” I replied as I climbed out of bed to go answer the door.
Upon reaching the door, I opened it and there’s three adolescent kids, no older than ten standing there still in pajamas and hysterical as ever can be. Two boys, one girl, each one talking over the next and I’m not really getting a clear picture until one thing finally registers to me.
“Somebody shot my mama!” The middle boy exclaimed.
“Whoa! What!? Where’s she at?”
“She’s still in the house on the couch!”
“What’s going on?” Sierra asked as she approached.
“Call 9-1-1!” I told her as I turned my attention to the children. “Y’all go in there wit Tee Tee an’ we gon’ go see what’s goin’ on.
Grabbing my hoodie and directing the children to Sierra’s daughter’s room, I darted out of the door, Sierra following closely behind as we made our way down the street and to the children’s house. We knew the kids because they were close friends of my stepdaughter, they would come by all the time and hang out with her and Sierra was good friends with their mother.
I knew beforehand that she was probably already deceased because I heard the gunshots during the night but it didn’t occur to me that she would be the actual victim. As we neared the door, Sierra went inside as I stood at the threshold. She checks her pulse and immediately begins screaming.
“C’mon baby..” I said, turning away from the doorway.
She steps out, shaking nervously. It was her first dead body but not mines. Either way, you never get used to the sight. Before we even had a chance to leave her yard, the police were pulling up to investigate. One hops out his car and instantly begins questioning us.
“What’s going on?” He asked.
“Somebody dead in there…” I stated coldly, even though it was the truth.
Grabbing at his state issued firearm, he directs Sierra and me away from the house as him and his partner enters and checks out the scene..
“Damn, dat’s fucked up..” I state to myself as I console my now grieving girlfriend.
Maybe I should’ve done something..
Like what, go out and get shot with her?
I don’t know but I should’ve done something.
Tears begin to well up in my eyes as a flood of emotions take over my body. Those kids were in the house the whole night with their dead mother. Afraid to come out, whoever killed her stole her phone so the kids couldn’t call the authorities. Those three contorted voices were beginning to unravel and separate themselves in my mind.
“What t’fuck!” I growl as I take off walking up the street.
For the rest of the day, my thoughts and focus went from defending my championship against Mad Dog on Inferno and more on what kind of punk bitch could take a mother from her children. The mere thought had me fucked up for the rest of the day, every blunt that I smoked felt as if it was Newport 100. Every bit of liquor that I tried to drown my sorrows in felt as if it was Kool-Aid. The shit wasn’t right.. But what can you expect to go right in the Devil’s Dome? Still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less when shit happens.
After spending the majority of the day, rewinding and breaking down every moment in my mind… The thought of Mark Wright nearly slipped my mind.
Nearly…
When I needed to seclude myself and clear my head, the rooftop of my home was where I usually go but I needed to be somewhere far away from this area. I found that near a cubby hole that I found by the Mississippi River. I was shown this spot as a child while going on adventures with my friends and their dad. Very low-key and relaxing, if you needed to breathe on a major level, this was the place for it; peaceful, serene, only lit by the light of the moon and surrounded by nothing but shrubbery.
With my camera phone turned on, I’m barely visible on the screen but my words are heard loud and clearly over the crickets that hummed in the background.
“I find myself lately, tryna figure out dis shit we call life.. But I feel it’s a lost quest fo’ some shit dat I’ll probably neva’ find out. Y’kno’ Mad Dog, ya seem like an decent guy.. Hungry.. Ready t’get ya name known ta tha world an’ dis comin’ Friday.. Ya gonna try ta do dat shit at my expense.. I’ve been watchin’ ya inside’a dat rang an’ t’be real wit ya.. I was mo’ than impressed wit how ya handle ya’self in dat triple threat ta become, numba one contenda ta my GCWA Nawf American Championship. But ya see Wright, ya not gonna get tha same Duce Jones dat everybody else has been facin’ off against lately. Y’see, I gotta extra chip on my shoulda an’ I got some anger dat I really need ta excercise befo’ I explode..”
I go silent for a minute as I try to collect my thoughts as I’m almost overwhelmed with emotions.
“Ya see, since I first step foot in dis company I’ve proven ta be one’a toughest muh’fuckas ta eva set foot in dat rang.. Tony an’ myself, we nearly killed each otha an’ what do we go do, we come out tha next week tha crack some skulls again while folks like you took a knee an’ sat on tha bench. Do you kno’ how prestigious I’ve built tha Nawf American strap up ta be? If you were ta defeat me, do you thank you could keep it up on dat same level dat I’ve brung it to. No disrespect ta Gordo..” That’s what I call Bifford for those who don’t know. “Even though tha guy irks my nerves at times, but in my eyes, I’ve made dis championship as honorable as tha one he’s holdin’. An’ I honestly couldn’t see Biff doin’ what I’m doin’.. I’ve made a name fo’ myself an’ a reputation fo’ dis title.. If you want it, you gotta work hard fo’ it an’ if ya get it, ya gonna have ta work ten times as hard ta hold on ta it. But I don’t plan on losin’ it anytime soon. See people claim dat they want a shot at tha big belt but honestly most are afraid ta get dropped on they head by a four hunnit pound muh’fucka.. So they look at me as tha weak link.. Tha easy fish, not knowin’ dat I’ve stood toe-to-toe wit tha champ on three separate occasions. Got dropped on my head each time but I neva fuckin’ backed down. Mad Dog, ya get me at my worst, my all-time low an’ I’m gonna rise through these muthafuckin’ flames beatin’ yo ass! Don’t take it personal because it’s nothin’ like dat. Ya just caught me at a bad time, maybe when we’re done we can go do some shrooms an’ talk ta trees or some shit.. I dunno.. But I’ll holla at ya Friday, an’ I’m walkin’ out STILL tha muthafuckin’ champ!
Fuck catchphrases, I don’t feel that they’re needed because today.. Just isn’t the day…
