Post by Ball Ball on May 30, 2023 19:47:23 GMT -5
~Sunday, May 7th, 2023~
~New York, New York~
The sun had risen from the East side, the best side, of New York City. Chris had just woken up on the East side of the bed, the best side of the bed. The birds would be chirping, but it’s New York, so the cars were honking as all the people were trying to get to their 9-5 boring ass lives. Chris, however, he worked the night shift. McDonald’s is always a good easy place to get started, and while Chris was applying to schools to get an education in marketing, he needed some extra income to help pay his rent. He made some breakfast, and sat down in front of the TV with not a care in the world. But after a short while, his phone begins to ring. Chris looks down to see it’s none other than his old friend, Wayne.
Chris: What do you want, Wayne?
Wayne: Chris! Brother! Have you heard the good news?
Chris: The good news? The only good news I’ve heard in the last two weeks is that my application for Columbia had been submitted. What good news are you talking about?
Wayne: You’re applying to college? What the hell man, you've got a full time job in OCW. Why’re you trying to go to college?
Chris: OCW? Man, I’m not cut out for that line of work. I’ve never been cut out for that line of work. Ever since… he left… I haven’t been the same. So I’m trying to find something I can actually do in life. Besides, OCW has a jobber infestation already, they don’t need one more.
Wayne: Well, typically jobbers don’t get title shots do they? You’re facing Delia Black man! You’re back in the game. I pulled some strings and they said they’d give you another chance. You were robbed before, think about it. You worked under the mighty Ball Ball. The people don’t like you yet. But how’re the people going to like you if you aren’t around enough for them to get to know you?
Chris: Wayne man… I just want to have a normal life. I don’t like getting beat up every month for rent money.
Wayne: Alright man, well you’re booked. If you change your mind let me know. I’ll be here for you brother. Good luck with Columbia.
Chris hangs up the phone. He puts his hands on his head as all the memories flow back to him. The pain of everything that’s happened in the last year. Ball Ball’s shenanigans, Ball Ball’s orders, Lavar Ball, even getting whooped in the ring. It’s all catching up to Chris. He rushes to the computer and heads on flightnetwork. He finds the cheapest flight and books it the earliest he can.
Chris: I’m going to find you, and then, you won’t be able to leave me again. I’ll leave you.
Chris laughs maniacally as he shuts the computer down and returns to his daily life.
~Sunday, May 16th, 2023~
~Khartoum, Sudan~
The plane lands with a big thump as Chris looks out the window to the beautiful city of Khartoum. The city bustled with people. But he wasn’t here for the tourism or the beautiful parts of the city. He was here for the slums. Chris gets off the plane after taking a deep breath. He hadn’t been here in months, and yet, it felt like he never left. He exits the airport and heads straight for the only establishment he knows of, Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen. He makes his way through the tourist filled city, and enters the slums. He’s greeted by dirty looks and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. As he gets closer to his destination, his head begins to hurt. Again, the memories all start to flow in. But he presses on, reaching Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen. But, to his surprise, it was closed. Ball Ball’s prized establishment had been shut down, whether it was by himself,or by the government was up to speculation, but it didn’t matter. Chris tries to open the door, but it was locked of course. Chris turns to a local walking by.
Chris: Excuse me! You mind telling me what happened to this place?
Man: That place? Ha! Ball Ball disappeared one day. He left the people he cared about the most. Out of nowhere, he just left, and Lavar had to shut the place down. All his Goons are gone, Lavar left soon after. It’s a damn shame really. We all loved Ball Ball. Even though he did some crazy things here and there, he took care of us the best he could. But it’s all over now. Anyways, I have to get going, have a nice day brother.
Chris looked back to the Souper Kitchen in confusion. He never thought he’d see the day this place closed down. He always thought this was Ball Ball’s dream. Although Ball Ball left Goon 83, he would never leave his Souper Kitchen. It was everything he stood for. Something seemed fishy about all this, but Chris couldn’t quite figure out what it all is. He started to head to the back of the establishment, but alas, the back door was also locked. But Chris had one last idea. He knew of a secret place Ball Ball would reside and keep all the keys and documents for the mysterious stranger, and since the Souper Kitchen was basically the gateway or headquarters to the mysterious stranger, everything for the place must be there. Chris immediately started heading there, going deeper and deeper into the slums. He noticed some people he recognized from going to the Souper Kitchen, but they didn’t recognize him, or they just chose not to wave back at him. As Chris progresses through, his head begins to hurt way worse than it had earlier. He grabs his head with his hand, but he didn’t want to look silly in front of the people. He pressed on. Soon enough, he reached the building. The building looked abandoned, as it always did. The place used to be filled with homeless individuals prior to Ball Ball taking over the joint. But, upon further inspection, the homeless people were back, and of course, Ball Ball was nowhere to be found. But, Chris entered the building anyway. Upon entering the building, homeless people filled the place. Junkies laid around with pipes full of tobacco. The place isn’t what it used to be, well, it is what it used to be. But not in a good way. The place reeked of smoke and mold, but when Chris walked up to apt “BBC”, things started to get nice again. It was almost like someone had been living in the apartment, among the homeless people. Chris took a deep breath before opening the door, and taking a step in. But when he walked in, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Sitting there, on the quaint couch was none other than Ball Ball himself. Ball Ball looked at Chris with a shocked expression like he was Metroman when Megamind found him.
Chris: Ba… Ball Ball? Is it really you? You… You’ve been here the whole time?
Ball Ball: Chris… How did you find Ball Ball? Ball Ball locked this place down with fake junkies so nobody would come looking here. But you… Why are you here?
Chris begins to tear up. His idol stood in front of him. Trying to hide from the world. For what reason? Chris doesn’t know and he sort of doesn’t want to know.
Chris: Ball Ball. I thought you had left me for a good reason. Turns out you just wanted time off? I have been lost without you man. I was used to taking orders from the righteous and mighty Ball Ball. Now I’m just here on my own. You left a note saying find my own path in OCW, but that hasn’t worked at all. I’m nothing like you, and I’ll never be anything like you. You were my hero, my role model. All I ever did was care about you. Yet you threw it all away to live in some dump?
Ball Ball: Threw it all away? Idol? Role model? Chris. Ball Ball doesn’t understand. Ball Ball was a mid card wrestler at best. Don’t tell the world that, though. But you need to understand. Ball Ball didn’t just leave because Ball Ball wanted to. Ball Ball did what Ball Ball could. Ball Ball realized it wasn’t Ball Ball’s destiny to be the greatest wrestler of all time. In reality, it was your destiny, Chris. You have the physic, the charisma, the willpower. Chris, you’re the fucking man. You did everything for Ball Ball even when it was the most unnecessary things. Ball Ball couldn’t be Ball Ball without Chris Grayson. Remember that.
Chris: Ball Ball, maybe you’re right. But you better take back what you said about you not being the best. I will never be the next Ball Ball. but maybe that’s a good thing right? Maybe I’ll be the next lege-
Interrupting Chris’ monologue, Lavar busts in from the front door.
Lavar: Chris! Chris man what the hell are you doing here man? Have you heard anything from Ball Ball?
Chris: Ball Ball? Yeah he’s right he…
Chris looks around the room. It in fact was not as nice as he had just perceived it. Ball Ball was nowhere to be found. It was just a musty room, quite like the rest of the building.
Lavar: Right where? Boy you better speak up before I make you not able to speak for good. Have you heard from Ball Ball?
Chris: No, I guess I haven’t heard from him. I came here to look for him to get some answers. But I guess I’m just trippin.
Lavar: Alright, well, if you see him you have my number right? Just let me know. Also, I seen you got a title fight coming up. Go knock it out of the park boy. I know you’ll do great even though we never saw eye to eye.
Chris: Yeah, I’ll see you later Lavar. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.
Lavar rushes out of the building with the funky ass run he always does, Chris keeps looking around, puzzled. He couldn’t tell if he was hallucinating, or if he was just high off the second hand smoke. He pulled out his phone and began to ring someone up.
Chris: Hey, Wayne. I’ll be there.
~New York, New York~
The sun had risen from the East side, the best side, of New York City. Chris had just woken up on the East side of the bed, the best side of the bed. The birds would be chirping, but it’s New York, so the cars were honking as all the people were trying to get to their 9-5 boring ass lives. Chris, however, he worked the night shift. McDonald’s is always a good easy place to get started, and while Chris was applying to schools to get an education in marketing, he needed some extra income to help pay his rent. He made some breakfast, and sat down in front of the TV with not a care in the world. But after a short while, his phone begins to ring. Chris looks down to see it’s none other than his old friend, Wayne.
Chris: What do you want, Wayne?
Wayne: Chris! Brother! Have you heard the good news?
Chris: The good news? The only good news I’ve heard in the last two weeks is that my application for Columbia had been submitted. What good news are you talking about?
Wayne: You’re applying to college? What the hell man, you've got a full time job in OCW. Why’re you trying to go to college?
Chris: OCW? Man, I’m not cut out for that line of work. I’ve never been cut out for that line of work. Ever since… he left… I haven’t been the same. So I’m trying to find something I can actually do in life. Besides, OCW has a jobber infestation already, they don’t need one more.
Wayne: Well, typically jobbers don’t get title shots do they? You’re facing Delia Black man! You’re back in the game. I pulled some strings and they said they’d give you another chance. You were robbed before, think about it. You worked under the mighty Ball Ball. The people don’t like you yet. But how’re the people going to like you if you aren’t around enough for them to get to know you?
Chris: Wayne man… I just want to have a normal life. I don’t like getting beat up every month for rent money.
Wayne: Alright man, well you’re booked. If you change your mind let me know. I’ll be here for you brother. Good luck with Columbia.
Chris hangs up the phone. He puts his hands on his head as all the memories flow back to him. The pain of everything that’s happened in the last year. Ball Ball’s shenanigans, Ball Ball’s orders, Lavar Ball, even getting whooped in the ring. It’s all catching up to Chris. He rushes to the computer and heads on flightnetwork. He finds the cheapest flight and books it the earliest he can.
Chris: I’m going to find you, and then, you won’t be able to leave me again. I’ll leave you.
Chris laughs maniacally as he shuts the computer down and returns to his daily life.
~Sunday, May 16th, 2023~
~Khartoum, Sudan~
The plane lands with a big thump as Chris looks out the window to the beautiful city of Khartoum. The city bustled with people. But he wasn’t here for the tourism or the beautiful parts of the city. He was here for the slums. Chris gets off the plane after taking a deep breath. He hadn’t been here in months, and yet, it felt like he never left. He exits the airport and heads straight for the only establishment he knows of, Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen. He makes his way through the tourist filled city, and enters the slums. He’s greeted by dirty looks and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. As he gets closer to his destination, his head begins to hurt. Again, the memories all start to flow in. But he presses on, reaching Ball Ball’s Souper Kitchen. But, to his surprise, it was closed. Ball Ball’s prized establishment had been shut down, whether it was by himself,or by the government was up to speculation, but it didn’t matter. Chris tries to open the door, but it was locked of course. Chris turns to a local walking by.
Chris: Excuse me! You mind telling me what happened to this place?
Man: That place? Ha! Ball Ball disappeared one day. He left the people he cared about the most. Out of nowhere, he just left, and Lavar had to shut the place down. All his Goons are gone, Lavar left soon after. It’s a damn shame really. We all loved Ball Ball. Even though he did some crazy things here and there, he took care of us the best he could. But it’s all over now. Anyways, I have to get going, have a nice day brother.
Chris looked back to the Souper Kitchen in confusion. He never thought he’d see the day this place closed down. He always thought this was Ball Ball’s dream. Although Ball Ball left Goon 83, he would never leave his Souper Kitchen. It was everything he stood for. Something seemed fishy about all this, but Chris couldn’t quite figure out what it all is. He started to head to the back of the establishment, but alas, the back door was also locked. But Chris had one last idea. He knew of a secret place Ball Ball would reside and keep all the keys and documents for the mysterious stranger, and since the Souper Kitchen was basically the gateway or headquarters to the mysterious stranger, everything for the place must be there. Chris immediately started heading there, going deeper and deeper into the slums. He noticed some people he recognized from going to the Souper Kitchen, but they didn’t recognize him, or they just chose not to wave back at him. As Chris progresses through, his head begins to hurt way worse than it had earlier. He grabs his head with his hand, but he didn’t want to look silly in front of the people. He pressed on. Soon enough, he reached the building. The building looked abandoned, as it always did. The place used to be filled with homeless individuals prior to Ball Ball taking over the joint. But, upon further inspection, the homeless people were back, and of course, Ball Ball was nowhere to be found. But, Chris entered the building anyway. Upon entering the building, homeless people filled the place. Junkies laid around with pipes full of tobacco. The place isn’t what it used to be, well, it is what it used to be. But not in a good way. The place reeked of smoke and mold, but when Chris walked up to apt “BBC”, things started to get nice again. It was almost like someone had been living in the apartment, among the homeless people. Chris took a deep breath before opening the door, and taking a step in. But when he walked in, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Sitting there, on the quaint couch was none other than Ball Ball himself. Ball Ball looked at Chris with a shocked expression like he was Metroman when Megamind found him.
Chris: Ba… Ball Ball? Is it really you? You… You’ve been here the whole time?
Ball Ball: Chris… How did you find Ball Ball? Ball Ball locked this place down with fake junkies so nobody would come looking here. But you… Why are you here?
Chris begins to tear up. His idol stood in front of him. Trying to hide from the world. For what reason? Chris doesn’t know and he sort of doesn’t want to know.
Chris: Ball Ball. I thought you had left me for a good reason. Turns out you just wanted time off? I have been lost without you man. I was used to taking orders from the righteous and mighty Ball Ball. Now I’m just here on my own. You left a note saying find my own path in OCW, but that hasn’t worked at all. I’m nothing like you, and I’ll never be anything like you. You were my hero, my role model. All I ever did was care about you. Yet you threw it all away to live in some dump?
Ball Ball: Threw it all away? Idol? Role model? Chris. Ball Ball doesn’t understand. Ball Ball was a mid card wrestler at best. Don’t tell the world that, though. But you need to understand. Ball Ball didn’t just leave because Ball Ball wanted to. Ball Ball did what Ball Ball could. Ball Ball realized it wasn’t Ball Ball’s destiny to be the greatest wrestler of all time. In reality, it was your destiny, Chris. You have the physic, the charisma, the willpower. Chris, you’re the fucking man. You did everything for Ball Ball even when it was the most unnecessary things. Ball Ball couldn’t be Ball Ball without Chris Grayson. Remember that.
Chris: Ball Ball, maybe you’re right. But you better take back what you said about you not being the best. I will never be the next Ball Ball. but maybe that’s a good thing right? Maybe I’ll be the next lege-
Interrupting Chris’ monologue, Lavar busts in from the front door.
Lavar: Chris! Chris man what the hell are you doing here man? Have you heard anything from Ball Ball?
Chris: Ball Ball? Yeah he’s right he…
Chris looks around the room. It in fact was not as nice as he had just perceived it. Ball Ball was nowhere to be found. It was just a musty room, quite like the rest of the building.
Lavar: Right where? Boy you better speak up before I make you not able to speak for good. Have you heard from Ball Ball?
Chris: No, I guess I haven’t heard from him. I came here to look for him to get some answers. But I guess I’m just trippin.
Lavar: Alright, well, if you see him you have my number right? Just let me know. Also, I seen you got a title fight coming up. Go knock it out of the park boy. I know you’ll do great even though we never saw eye to eye.
Chris: Yeah, I’ll see you later Lavar. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.
Lavar rushes out of the building with the funky ass run he always does, Chris keeps looking around, puzzled. He couldn’t tell if he was hallucinating, or if he was just high off the second hand smoke. He pulled out his phone and began to ring someone up.
Chris: Hey, Wayne. I’ll be there.