Post by Duce Jones on Sept 4, 2019 22:04:47 GMT -6
I’m gonna punch him in his shit when I see him.
I can’t do that.
Like hell I can’t.. He talked all of that shit and then he blindsides us like that!? Hell naw, I can’t let it go down like that!
I was furious! I mean could you blame me? My own brother lays down a challenge and I answered it. Then he had the muthafukin’ nerve to pull that… a sneak attack.. His boys and him didn’t have the balls to beat us fair in the ring. I probably was more hurt than anything. My own brother, catching me by surprise like that. My anger overrode the fact that I was thirty thousand feet in the air, on my way to Texas. August had been a fairly busy month for me. Pops and myself fell in the first round of the Bad Company tag tournament held by 4 Corners Wrestling.. The shit had me down as well but lately I’ve gotten the understanding that I wasn’t the best in the industry.
Far from it actually.. But dwelling was a habit that I didn’t want to be associated with, it wasn’t in my blood. Progress, moving forward and that was what I was all about.. Pops had always taught me that, you would never get ahead by always looking in the rearview. That’s why I try not to look back.. The past is the past right? Unless you date rape somebody or keep them chained up as a sex slave and try to keep it secret.
It never stays secret..
Unless you got that bread, bread..
Right.. anyway, I try to stay away from that type of shit. Just isn’t my cup of tea, ya know? I bet you’re thinking to yourself.. Is there a point to this? My answer is not really, but anything to keep my mind off of being thirty thousand feet in the air! That’s not an actual number, but I feel that it sounds legit. Anywho, legit fear will have you thinking about the dumbest shit. Reason why I was sitting here pondering how R. Kelly could do such heinous actions. But to each their own I guess.
Man we really need to get some rest.
Fuck that, rest is for the weak. We got shit to prove.
To who though? I think by now we’ve earned our respect. No matter how many times somebody compare us to shit. We only make em look shitty.
Not every single time, what about Danny?
He never made fun of our name not one time..
Yeah but he had something to say about how we talk.
So….
I’m with him on this one.. But you also gotta remember that Danny’s from England so of course I sound differently to him. But that’s the past!
Ugh..
It’s like these guys never learn… We should be focused on our next opponent…
I’m glad you’re thinking, because there is no way possible that you could pronounce that name aloud..
“Sfseskinnn..” I blurt out with no hesitation.
“Bless you..” The lady sitting next to me on her laptop says without looking up.
Alright.. I won’t try that one again.
So what do we know about the guy?
How are you never paying attention when we are gaining the information?
I dunno, it’s probably a gift..
Or a curse..
Either way, I don’t know much about the guy.. Haven’t had the chance to do much research but what little info I did come up with, says that he’s fresh out the gate like myself and ready to make a name for himself. Young and hungry, like myself and seems to be very knowledgeable about the business. I like that kind of shit. But from watching his last promo, he thought he could sit and bide his time.
Welcome to Championship Wrestling Federation..
I know right and now he gets the likes of me in his very first singles match.
What about the knee, you think it’s gonna be able to hold up for the rest of this tournament? Svenson seems like the type of guy who studies shit loads of film. Wait. Why are we thinking about Svenson?
I’m just gonna have to do some more digging on the guy. And then check this out, he calls himself, “No Gimmicks Needed”. Haha clever guy..
I mean if we’re being honest, this is just a gimmick, right?
I’m as real as it gets.. But like I said, why are we thinking about Svenson?
About time you grew some balls and got in line with the squad.
If that’s what you wanna call it..
Leave the kid alone, we’re talking about Svenson right now. I can’t take him lightly.
Then why are we headed to Texas!?
We gotta fight RM Strong but I’ll worry about that when I get there. I know it may seem like my focus is off but the next seven days are gonna be grueling. It’s gonna be brutal and honestly, there’s no sign of letting up.
RM Strong.
MJ Flair!
Svenson…
Brutal week ahead, if Svenson has any advantage over me it’s more than likely gonna be fatigue.. Wear and tear on the body but that’s what I signed up for and I wouldn’t trade this shit for anything in this world.
I think it’s far more important that you focus on Strong..
Why should we?
Because he’s our next FREAKING opponent for crying out loud! You look past him towards Flair, towards Svenson and he’s gonna beat our ass.
Get the fuck outta here.. The guy can’t even wrestle, he was never properly trained. He found his contract in the fucking trash can! We should be worried about that? He’s a backyard wrestler!
Which means he doesn’t give a shit about what he needs to do to secure a victory.
I should probably offer him a blunt.. Good ole smoke session ain’t ever hurt nobody..
Smoke session?
Yep..
You can’t be serious..
Why not? The last that I remember of the guy, he was Freddie’s old partner.. Blowing blunts as he came down to the ring.
That’s right, he was Freddie partner, huh?
Yep, back when they were part of that cult trying to destroy the whole place. Then he just… disappeared.. Never to be heard from again until now.. I always wondered what happened to that guy. But after last Friday, I’m well aware of how life’s been for the bastard.. But enough of the wracking of the brain.. I need to get some rest..
I limped through the front doors of the El Paso International Airport. The sixteen hour flight had done my left knee no type of justice. Pulsating throbs shot through my knee as I felt every bit of stiffness from having stuck in the same position for so long. With my duffle over my shoulder, I patiently waited for my Uber to arrive..
Hmph.. Uber…
We still need to get that belt back from him, hell Tony did the right thing..
Uber’s just a kid that’s tryna live the dream.
I agree but my biggest question is why are we accepting so many bookings.
Because it’s what I love to do.. You don’t feel, how that adrenaline pumps whenever we’re in the ring? The way the blood gets to pumping inside of our body?
What about the twins though?
They’re not enough to remember anything right now man..
Well what about Sierra?
Here you go…
Damn…
My Uber finally arrives, I walk up to the passenger door, open it and climb inside. We were in route to a cheap La Quinta Inn where I could gain some more rest. For myself and my pockets.. This trip alone was costing me every bit of $1,600, some cake that I’m not used to sharing. But I had to do what I had to do.
I rubbed my knee as another ache shot through it. The sounds of some old school 90s rock plagued the stereo. I didn’t mind the noise as it was a pleasant distraction.
“How was the flight?” The driver asked as he made a left turn at the light.
“I can’t fuckin’ stand flyin’ tha shit’s fo’ tha brids ya kno’.”
“Then why get on a plane, if ya hate flying so much?”
“Cause’a tha business I love mane..”
He looked at me questionably with a raised brow. “What is it that yo do, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Pro wrestla’.”
“No shit!? Ya look like one’a those rapper fellers..”
I smile and laugh from his comment. “Yea.. I’ve been debatin’ on whetha’a not ta get ‘em redid..”I respond, implying my platinum plated teeth.
“Dem boys in Houston.. Just about all’a ‘em got that shit in their mouth. I don’t understand how y’all understand each other” He states with an assured scowl on his face.
“Probably tha same way you an’ yo’ boys undastand one anotha afta’ a few cold ones.” I rebuttal with a smirk.
“Anyway, ya slick mouth, sumbitch. What company ya working for down here?”
“GCDubyaA..”
“Ace’s company?” He questioned in surprised.. “I thought those flyers round town was bullshit. But yeah, everybody knows Ace.. Damn good guy… When’s the show?”
“This Friday evenin’, ya should come out an’ brang ya family.”
“Wish I could.. I got bills. And bills need ta be paid.”
“Undastood..” I nod my head in comprehension of his situation. “How much do ya usually make in a night?”
“Why? Ya tryin’ ta rob me?” He cockily pats his hip. “I wouldn’t try it if I were you, boy…”
Ughhh…. Can’t even be nice to a muthafucka these days.. “Ya kno’ what..? Don’t even worry bout it. How long fo’ we make it ta tha hotel?”
“I’m pulling in now..”
“Thank tha Creata..”
“His name’s God.”
“Yep.. All’a dat..”
I’m damn sure not going down that road. I was just relieved to finally pay this guy and get on with my life. The LaQuinta Inn was about to become my haven for the next few nights and I needed all the rest I could get. Did I see RM Strong as a threat? Hell anyone’s a threat on a good day.. I mean come on, there was once a world where Peter Vaughn had become Impact Champion..
I think it was Paramount..
Do it fucking matter? In wrestling, you take no one lightly.. I’ve done it many times before and that point is drilled into my fucking psyche. RM Strong may be a
‘backyard’ guy with no formal training but that unpredictability factor is going to play a huge factor in this shit.
Why don’t we just knee him in the face and get it over with?
Have you forgotten that our knee is slowly becoming obsolete?
I definitely had to take a different approach to this shit.. Because I’m not going to kick anyone’s ass for too much longer if I can’t walk.
I can’t do that.
Like hell I can’t.. He talked all of that shit and then he blindsides us like that!? Hell naw, I can’t let it go down like that!
I was furious! I mean could you blame me? My own brother lays down a challenge and I answered it. Then he had the muthafukin’ nerve to pull that… a sneak attack.. His boys and him didn’t have the balls to beat us fair in the ring. I probably was more hurt than anything. My own brother, catching me by surprise like that. My anger overrode the fact that I was thirty thousand feet in the air, on my way to Texas. August had been a fairly busy month for me. Pops and myself fell in the first round of the Bad Company tag tournament held by 4 Corners Wrestling.. The shit had me down as well but lately I’ve gotten the understanding that I wasn’t the best in the industry.
Far from it actually.. But dwelling was a habit that I didn’t want to be associated with, it wasn’t in my blood. Progress, moving forward and that was what I was all about.. Pops had always taught me that, you would never get ahead by always looking in the rearview. That’s why I try not to look back.. The past is the past right? Unless you date rape somebody or keep them chained up as a sex slave and try to keep it secret.
It never stays secret..
Unless you got that bread, bread..
Right.. anyway, I try to stay away from that type of shit. Just isn’t my cup of tea, ya know? I bet you’re thinking to yourself.. Is there a point to this? My answer is not really, but anything to keep my mind off of being thirty thousand feet in the air! That’s not an actual number, but I feel that it sounds legit. Anywho, legit fear will have you thinking about the dumbest shit. Reason why I was sitting here pondering how R. Kelly could do such heinous actions. But to each their own I guess.
Man we really need to get some rest.
Fuck that, rest is for the weak. We got shit to prove.
To who though? I think by now we’ve earned our respect. No matter how many times somebody compare us to shit. We only make em look shitty.
Not every single time, what about Danny?
He never made fun of our name not one time..
Yeah but he had something to say about how we talk.
So….
I’m with him on this one.. But you also gotta remember that Danny’s from England so of course I sound differently to him. But that’s the past!
Ugh..
It’s like these guys never learn… We should be focused on our next opponent…
I’m glad you’re thinking, because there is no way possible that you could pronounce that name aloud..
“Sfseskinnn..” I blurt out with no hesitation.
“Bless you..” The lady sitting next to me on her laptop says without looking up.
Alright.. I won’t try that one again.
So what do we know about the guy?
How are you never paying attention when we are gaining the information?
I dunno, it’s probably a gift..
Or a curse..
Either way, I don’t know much about the guy.. Haven’t had the chance to do much research but what little info I did come up with, says that he’s fresh out the gate like myself and ready to make a name for himself. Young and hungry, like myself and seems to be very knowledgeable about the business. I like that kind of shit. But from watching his last promo, he thought he could sit and bide his time.
Welcome to Championship Wrestling Federation..
I know right and now he gets the likes of me in his very first singles match.
What about the knee, you think it’s gonna be able to hold up for the rest of this tournament? Svenson seems like the type of guy who studies shit loads of film. Wait. Why are we thinking about Svenson?
I’m just gonna have to do some more digging on the guy. And then check this out, he calls himself, “No Gimmicks Needed”. Haha clever guy..
I mean if we’re being honest, this is just a gimmick, right?
I’m as real as it gets.. But like I said, why are we thinking about Svenson?
About time you grew some balls and got in line with the squad.
If that’s what you wanna call it..
Leave the kid alone, we’re talking about Svenson right now. I can’t take him lightly.
Then why are we headed to Texas!?
We gotta fight RM Strong but I’ll worry about that when I get there. I know it may seem like my focus is off but the next seven days are gonna be grueling. It’s gonna be brutal and honestly, there’s no sign of letting up.
RM Strong.
MJ Flair!
Svenson…
Brutal week ahead, if Svenson has any advantage over me it’s more than likely gonna be fatigue.. Wear and tear on the body but that’s what I signed up for and I wouldn’t trade this shit for anything in this world.
I think it’s far more important that you focus on Strong..
Why should we?
Because he’s our next FREAKING opponent for crying out loud! You look past him towards Flair, towards Svenson and he’s gonna beat our ass.
Get the fuck outta here.. The guy can’t even wrestle, he was never properly trained. He found his contract in the fucking trash can! We should be worried about that? He’s a backyard wrestler!
Which means he doesn’t give a shit about what he needs to do to secure a victory.
I should probably offer him a blunt.. Good ole smoke session ain’t ever hurt nobody..
Smoke session?
Yep..
You can’t be serious..
Why not? The last that I remember of the guy, he was Freddie’s old partner.. Blowing blunts as he came down to the ring.
That’s right, he was Freddie partner, huh?
Yep, back when they were part of that cult trying to destroy the whole place. Then he just… disappeared.. Never to be heard from again until now.. I always wondered what happened to that guy. But after last Friday, I’m well aware of how life’s been for the bastard.. But enough of the wracking of the brain.. I need to get some rest..
Twelve hours later..
I limped through the front doors of the El Paso International Airport. The sixteen hour flight had done my left knee no type of justice. Pulsating throbs shot through my knee as I felt every bit of stiffness from having stuck in the same position for so long. With my duffle over my shoulder, I patiently waited for my Uber to arrive..
Hmph.. Uber…
We still need to get that belt back from him, hell Tony did the right thing..
Uber’s just a kid that’s tryna live the dream.
I agree but my biggest question is why are we accepting so many bookings.
Because it’s what I love to do.. You don’t feel, how that adrenaline pumps whenever we’re in the ring? The way the blood gets to pumping inside of our body?
What about the twins though?
They’re not enough to remember anything right now man..
Well what about Sierra?
Here you go…
Damn…
My Uber finally arrives, I walk up to the passenger door, open it and climb inside. We were in route to a cheap La Quinta Inn where I could gain some more rest. For myself and my pockets.. This trip alone was costing me every bit of $1,600, some cake that I’m not used to sharing. But I had to do what I had to do.
I rubbed my knee as another ache shot through it. The sounds of some old school 90s rock plagued the stereo. I didn’t mind the noise as it was a pleasant distraction.
“How was the flight?” The driver asked as he made a left turn at the light.
“I can’t fuckin’ stand flyin’ tha shit’s fo’ tha brids ya kno’.”
“Then why get on a plane, if ya hate flying so much?”
“Cause’a tha business I love mane..”
He looked at me questionably with a raised brow. “What is it that yo do, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Pro wrestla’.”
“No shit!? Ya look like one’a those rapper fellers..”
I smile and laugh from his comment. “Yea.. I’ve been debatin’ on whetha’a not ta get ‘em redid..”I respond, implying my platinum plated teeth.
“Dem boys in Houston.. Just about all’a ‘em got that shit in their mouth. I don’t understand how y’all understand each other” He states with an assured scowl on his face.
“Probably tha same way you an’ yo’ boys undastand one anotha afta’ a few cold ones.” I rebuttal with a smirk.
“Anyway, ya slick mouth, sumbitch. What company ya working for down here?”
“GCDubyaA..”
“Ace’s company?” He questioned in surprised.. “I thought those flyers round town was bullshit. But yeah, everybody knows Ace.. Damn good guy… When’s the show?”
“This Friday evenin’, ya should come out an’ brang ya family.”
“Wish I could.. I got bills. And bills need ta be paid.”
“Undastood..” I nod my head in comprehension of his situation. “How much do ya usually make in a night?”
“Why? Ya tryin’ ta rob me?” He cockily pats his hip. “I wouldn’t try it if I were you, boy…”
Ughhh…. Can’t even be nice to a muthafucka these days.. “Ya kno’ what..? Don’t even worry bout it. How long fo’ we make it ta tha hotel?”
“I’m pulling in now..”
“Thank tha Creata..”
“His name’s God.”
“Yep.. All’a dat..”
I’m damn sure not going down that road. I was just relieved to finally pay this guy and get on with my life. The LaQuinta Inn was about to become my haven for the next few nights and I needed all the rest I could get. Did I see RM Strong as a threat? Hell anyone’s a threat on a good day.. I mean come on, there was once a world where Peter Vaughn had become Impact Champion..
I think it was Paramount..
Do it fucking matter? In wrestling, you take no one lightly.. I’ve done it many times before and that point is drilled into my fucking psyche. RM Strong may be a
‘backyard’ guy with no formal training but that unpredictability factor is going to play a huge factor in this shit.
Why don’t we just knee him in the face and get it over with?
Have you forgotten that our knee is slowly becoming obsolete?
I definitely had to take a different approach to this shit.. Because I’m not going to kick anyone’s ass for too much longer if I can’t walk.
