Post by Duce Jones on Aug 10, 2019 21:53:45 GMT -5
Hoodwinked.
Bamboozled..
Led Astray…
Run amok…. Hahahehe…..
Ugh..
Don't be down.. soon enough everything will fall into place.
Sounds good.. it truly did but the reality of the matter was that shit was low-key falling apart. At least to me they were..
That's because you worry too much.
Why shouldn't he be worried? If no one took him as a joke then.. they're definitely gonna do it now.
Hmph.
What?
Oh… nothing..
Now you got me curious.. Spit that shit out.
The three of you talk too much.. you let emotions run the show. No emotion, no fear, no attachment.
You sound crazy.
However, when you let me run the show, we left with championship gold.. When I took a step back, what happened?
Fuck you man!
Someone's feeling guilty.
[I[No I'm not.[/I]
Sure you're not.. if it wasn't for you taking point, those imbeciles wouldn't have stolen our titles.
Pause.
I'm pretty sure you're wondering exactly what the hell is going on. Where exactly are you being guided. Well this is what I like to call a staff meeting. Many people do it but not too many will admit it. I'm not one of those pricks though.
My mind had been all over the place.. Thoughts scrambling together like egg yolk but eventually molding together to make a beautiful omelette.
What about Declassified?
What about it?
You know we're not allowed anywhere near their property. How are we supposed to compete if we're not supposed to even be there?
We'll worry about that when the time comes.
Legal reasons.
It's not really a long story, but I don't wanna tell it right now. Margarita Mix was the focal point.
Are you really trying to win this thing?
Yeah man, we just got the tag straps with Pops.. you think jumping into this tournament was a good idea.
Oh course it was a good idea. Pops knows what's at stake.
Why even invite him back to win the tag titles if you were going to hop in this mix thing?
I needed a partner and really wanted to shut those bitches mouths..
But they're not silent yet.
Naw.. they're silent.. they talk about the tag titles but they won't say my name. Unless it's a pointless insult. And I'm still waiting for Lillian to catch the drift that no matter how much she calls me poop, until she beats me.. until then, she's constantly losing to shit.
Whatever floats her boat..
What about Stevens?
That's the unknown of this situation.
Crash is known?
Fair point. There's too much to take into consideration here.
"Bae? Are you doing that thing again?"
What about the possibility of having to pull double duty?
I've been there and done that.
I'm still trying to figure out how we're going to get on the premises.
"ALLEN!"
Shit! I rise from my seated position on the floor and turn my attention to an annoyed Sierra.
"Sup bae?"
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
Sierra wasn't used to me meditating, especially since I told her that I have voices inside my head that congregated with each other. In my opinion, it was sometimes hard for her to understand my mind frame. But she loved me nonetheless.
"My bad Si.. I've just been tryna get in tha right headspace. A lotta shit has been goin' down lately an' I just need to get my head right."
"Well you need to figure out what it is because you haven't spent a fair amount of time with our kids since they've been born!"
She was right.. I hadn't spent any time with them.
"C'mon Si, dat's not fair.. y'kno' I've been busy wit all my bookings.."
"Don't give me that shit! You've been accepting more and more bookings since the kids were born!"
"How t'fuck else is we 'sposed ta feed 'em? You're just now gettin' well enough ta work."
She deeply sighs, placing her hand over her face in disappointment.
"We are fine, we have money but what those kids will not have, is the time and effort from their father.."
"What t'fuck!? Are you serious? They're barely three months.. I've got plenty of time fo' them ta spend time wit me…"
She sulks, taking a moment to lean forward on the couch that she was sitting on.
"Well maybe.. I want you at home with me."
"Really?"
"Yes.. I get lonely in this house.."
"What about the kids?"
"You know what the hell I mean!"
She smiles through her disappointment. I take a seat next to her. I bring her in closer to my chest for an embrace.
"I'm here everyday.. tending to these kids while you're off.."
"I'm workin' though Si.. I'm tryna provide a betta' future fo' tha family."
"Family? We're not a family, I'm only the mother of your kids.. You haven't put a ring on it yet."
"Just give it time an' it'll happen.."
I wasn't entirely sure about that statement. Hell, these days.. I didn't know whether I was coming or going.
I was simply doing.
I left Sierra standing there without any further explanation. I had a plan… I just hoped that should would stick around to see it to its full fruition.
Walking down the hallway, I turn left into what I called my mancave. It wasn't much but it did it's job. This was where I handled my business.. get my bookings lined up, studying film, whatever I needed to do mentally to get prepared for a match was in this room.
On a split screen, footage of Stevens and Crash competing played. Although Scott was my partner, if we made it through to the finals… he would become my opponent. I really couldn't get a read on him either. But any man who could take over three Wake Up Calls and still bring a fight had to be a strong partner..
Right?
I don't know but it was interesting to say the least. I guess that's why I was starting to grow fond of OCW. The unpredictability of the place was enough to keep me intrigued at all times. But I had a match coming up and some words that needed to be said about the match. So with my trusty handheld on its tripod, I walked up to it and pressed record. Walking back in front of the camera, minor memorabilia lined my wall in the background. Old championships I had won in the past, the masks of Ataxia and Crazy Chris. Those I didn't win legally but they were still keepsakes. Old posters from my younger days that I used as motivation to get to where I'm at today. The Lost Soul, Killa Kali, Derek Mobley, Marcus Ka'Derrion, PIC, Tatum Coe, Silverfreak, The Big Bifford. Yes.. I have an old poster of Biff.. I didn't care how much the guy tormented me.. I was still a fan at heart. However with my camera rolling it was time to get my thoughts in the air.
"Pride.. tha one sin dat's hard fo' any'a us ta break."
I take a moment to let that sit in.
"It's tha one thang day really makes or breaks a person. See I could complain ta whoeva' will listen bout what I felt was unfair.. But at tha end'a tha day.. no one really gives a fuck. Ya just suck day shit up an' keep pushin'. I could sit here an' clown my partna' on tha fact dat he lost ta GREAT SCOTT but I'm smart enough ta realize dat there was shady circumstances behind it. So I'm not gonna let any'a dat get ta me."
I shake my head in denial.
"Naw.. see fo' tha time bein', Stevens is someone dat I gotta trust until we meet. So… where does dat leave me?"
I place a finger on my chin, pondering the thought.
"Dat only leaves Crash an' Lilian.. Tha two who are gonna be standin' cross dat rang from Stevens an' myself. Now Crash, I don't kno' much about ya but what I do kno' is dat I feel ya pain.. No one in their right mind would purposely wanna be partnas wit Lilian. But dat was the way that ball fell.. I mean ya seem like a decent enough guy but when there's somethin' as important as an opportunity fo' a World Title shot.. pleasantries become none existent. Besides my guy.. I betted a fair amount'a money on ya an' lost it… "
I wholeheartedly laugh at the idea.
"So dat alone is enough ta sock ya in tha mouth. Then there's… Lilian… tha one who doesn't get the tha big picture.. I dunno.. maybe one day she will.. but I undastand her frustration but I could read her like a book from jump."
My locks fall into my face, so I take a moment to remove them so my face is seen clearly.
"I mean I just don't get it.. First she throws out that open challenge.. it gets accepted an' I'm allowed ta be their partna'.. then her and her mama goes off that deep end an' puts Kitty outta action an' get mad when I find anotha' partna' an' defeat em fo' tha very belts they stole.. Then they wanna call tha theif.. say dat I cheated?"
I mockingly point to my chest.
"Tha audacity'a these bitches.. if I can rememba' correctly.. Not once.. but duce.. you chicks had me at a disadvantage an' duce times I came out on top.. You bitches lost.. get ova' it.. there wasn't no unfair advantage.. hell tha two'a y'all had disposed of everyone in dat match… but me.. An' dat's what's eatin' y'all alive. Tha Greatest Tag Team alive bein' but in they place.. by Poop.. tha ones who constantly boast about how dangerous they are, got shitted on by ole Duce.. it's cool on my end because I'm used ta folks takin' me lightly only tabe scratchin' they head when I beat em.. Dis comin' Monday won't be any different.. see while y'all are worried bout who you're teamed wit' my focus is makin' it ta tha finals. An' when I do dat, I'm gonna go on ta beat Stevens an' earn my spot in tha World title picture."
I chuckle.
"I mean I do feel fo' ya Crash but if I had Lillian as my partna' in dis thang.. I'd carry her delusional ass tha whole way just so I could personally put my knee through her face again. See Sare, I'm gonna take it easy on ya daughter dis time.. only cause I fucked her up so bad that last time. But don't get ya hopes up cause I'm savin' tha real disfigurement fo' Declassified.. So we'll just call dis a prelude.. A spoila' if you will, cause y'all charmed hoes can talk duce all ya want.. What really matta' is what y'all do in dat rang an' right now.. Tha only thang I see is ya blowin' smoke up y'all own pussies. Crash… sorry dis is how we're gonna get formerly acquainted but I'm ready ta see what ya brang ta tha table.. Talented indeed.. just need ta focus on tha right thangs.. An' right now, it's not Lilian bein' ya partna' in dis thang. It's makin' sho Stevens an' myself don't fuck y'all up to badly an' place a Scotty Poop on tha both'a y'all faces.. See ya Monday night."
Feeling confident with the promo, I walk over and shut the camera off.
Why you didn't mention the Ministry of Pain?
Yeah man.. I'm pretty pissed they stole our titles..
To be honest, I thought we were doing a favor for Make-A-Wish.. Guys calm down, it's the closest they'll ever get to holding the titles.
You.. of all people should know that you never underestimate anyone..
Damn.. he was right…
I'm always right...
Bamboozled..
Led Astray…
Run amok…. Hahahehe…..
Ugh..
Don't be down.. soon enough everything will fall into place.
Sounds good.. it truly did but the reality of the matter was that shit was low-key falling apart. At least to me they were..
That's because you worry too much.
Why shouldn't he be worried? If no one took him as a joke then.. they're definitely gonna do it now.
Hmph.
What?
Oh… nothing..
Now you got me curious.. Spit that shit out.
The three of you talk too much.. you let emotions run the show. No emotion, no fear, no attachment.
You sound crazy.
However, when you let me run the show, we left with championship gold.. When I took a step back, what happened?
Fuck you man!
Someone's feeling guilty.
[I[No I'm not.[/I]
Sure you're not.. if it wasn't for you taking point, those imbeciles wouldn't have stolen our titles.
Pause.
I'm pretty sure you're wondering exactly what the hell is going on. Where exactly are you being guided. Well this is what I like to call a staff meeting. Many people do it but not too many will admit it. I'm not one of those pricks though.
My mind had been all over the place.. Thoughts scrambling together like egg yolk but eventually molding together to make a beautiful omelette.
What about Declassified?
What about it?
You know we're not allowed anywhere near their property. How are we supposed to compete if we're not supposed to even be there?
We'll worry about that when the time comes.
Legal reasons.
It's not really a long story, but I don't wanna tell it right now. Margarita Mix was the focal point.
Are you really trying to win this thing?
Yeah man, we just got the tag straps with Pops.. you think jumping into this tournament was a good idea.
Oh course it was a good idea. Pops knows what's at stake.
Why even invite him back to win the tag titles if you were going to hop in this mix thing?
I needed a partner and really wanted to shut those bitches mouths..
But they're not silent yet.
Naw.. they're silent.. they talk about the tag titles but they won't say my name. Unless it's a pointless insult. And I'm still waiting for Lillian to catch the drift that no matter how much she calls me poop, until she beats me.. until then, she's constantly losing to shit.
Whatever floats her boat..
What about Stevens?
That's the unknown of this situation.
Crash is known?
Fair point. There's too much to take into consideration here.
"Bae? Are you doing that thing again?"
What about the possibility of having to pull double duty?
I've been there and done that.
I'm still trying to figure out how we're going to get on the premises.
"ALLEN!"
Shit! I rise from my seated position on the floor and turn my attention to an annoyed Sierra.
"Sup bae?"
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
Sierra wasn't used to me meditating, especially since I told her that I have voices inside my head that congregated with each other. In my opinion, it was sometimes hard for her to understand my mind frame. But she loved me nonetheless.
"My bad Si.. I've just been tryna get in tha right headspace. A lotta shit has been goin' down lately an' I just need to get my head right."
"Well you need to figure out what it is because you haven't spent a fair amount of time with our kids since they've been born!"
She was right.. I hadn't spent any time with them.
"C'mon Si, dat's not fair.. y'kno' I've been busy wit all my bookings.."
"Don't give me that shit! You've been accepting more and more bookings since the kids were born!"
"How t'fuck else is we 'sposed ta feed 'em? You're just now gettin' well enough ta work."
She deeply sighs, placing her hand over her face in disappointment.
"We are fine, we have money but what those kids will not have, is the time and effort from their father.."
"What t'fuck!? Are you serious? They're barely three months.. I've got plenty of time fo' them ta spend time wit me…"
She sulks, taking a moment to lean forward on the couch that she was sitting on.
"Well maybe.. I want you at home with me."
"Really?"
"Yes.. I get lonely in this house.."
"What about the kids?"
"You know what the hell I mean!"
She smiles through her disappointment. I take a seat next to her. I bring her in closer to my chest for an embrace.
"I'm here everyday.. tending to these kids while you're off.."
"I'm workin' though Si.. I'm tryna provide a betta' future fo' tha family."
"Family? We're not a family, I'm only the mother of your kids.. You haven't put a ring on it yet."
"Just give it time an' it'll happen.."
I wasn't entirely sure about that statement. Hell, these days.. I didn't know whether I was coming or going.
I was simply doing.
I left Sierra standing there without any further explanation. I had a plan… I just hoped that should would stick around to see it to its full fruition.
Walking down the hallway, I turn left into what I called my mancave. It wasn't much but it did it's job. This was where I handled my business.. get my bookings lined up, studying film, whatever I needed to do mentally to get prepared for a match was in this room.
On a split screen, footage of Stevens and Crash competing played. Although Scott was my partner, if we made it through to the finals… he would become my opponent. I really couldn't get a read on him either. But any man who could take over three Wake Up Calls and still bring a fight had to be a strong partner..
Right?
I don't know but it was interesting to say the least. I guess that's why I was starting to grow fond of OCW. The unpredictability of the place was enough to keep me intrigued at all times. But I had a match coming up and some words that needed to be said about the match. So with my trusty handheld on its tripod, I walked up to it and pressed record. Walking back in front of the camera, minor memorabilia lined my wall in the background. Old championships I had won in the past, the masks of Ataxia and Crazy Chris. Those I didn't win legally but they were still keepsakes. Old posters from my younger days that I used as motivation to get to where I'm at today. The Lost Soul, Killa Kali, Derek Mobley, Marcus Ka'Derrion, PIC, Tatum Coe, Silverfreak, The Big Bifford. Yes.. I have an old poster of Biff.. I didn't care how much the guy tormented me.. I was still a fan at heart. However with my camera rolling it was time to get my thoughts in the air.
"Pride.. tha one sin dat's hard fo' any'a us ta break."
I take a moment to let that sit in.
"It's tha one thang day really makes or breaks a person. See I could complain ta whoeva' will listen bout what I felt was unfair.. But at tha end'a tha day.. no one really gives a fuck. Ya just suck day shit up an' keep pushin'. I could sit here an' clown my partna' on tha fact dat he lost ta GREAT SCOTT but I'm smart enough ta realize dat there was shady circumstances behind it. So I'm not gonna let any'a dat get ta me."
I shake my head in denial.
"Naw.. see fo' tha time bein', Stevens is someone dat I gotta trust until we meet. So… where does dat leave me?"
I place a finger on my chin, pondering the thought.
"Dat only leaves Crash an' Lilian.. Tha two who are gonna be standin' cross dat rang from Stevens an' myself. Now Crash, I don't kno' much about ya but what I do kno' is dat I feel ya pain.. No one in their right mind would purposely wanna be partnas wit Lilian. But dat was the way that ball fell.. I mean ya seem like a decent enough guy but when there's somethin' as important as an opportunity fo' a World Title shot.. pleasantries become none existent. Besides my guy.. I betted a fair amount'a money on ya an' lost it… "
I wholeheartedly laugh at the idea.
"So dat alone is enough ta sock ya in tha mouth. Then there's… Lilian… tha one who doesn't get the tha big picture.. I dunno.. maybe one day she will.. but I undastand her frustration but I could read her like a book from jump."
My locks fall into my face, so I take a moment to remove them so my face is seen clearly.
"I mean I just don't get it.. First she throws out that open challenge.. it gets accepted an' I'm allowed ta be their partna'.. then her and her mama goes off that deep end an' puts Kitty outta action an' get mad when I find anotha' partna' an' defeat em fo' tha very belts they stole.. Then they wanna call tha theif.. say dat I cheated?"
I mockingly point to my chest.
"Tha audacity'a these bitches.. if I can rememba' correctly.. Not once.. but duce.. you chicks had me at a disadvantage an' duce times I came out on top.. You bitches lost.. get ova' it.. there wasn't no unfair advantage.. hell tha two'a y'all had disposed of everyone in dat match… but me.. An' dat's what's eatin' y'all alive. Tha Greatest Tag Team alive bein' but in they place.. by Poop.. tha ones who constantly boast about how dangerous they are, got shitted on by ole Duce.. it's cool on my end because I'm used ta folks takin' me lightly only tabe scratchin' they head when I beat em.. Dis comin' Monday won't be any different.. see while y'all are worried bout who you're teamed wit' my focus is makin' it ta tha finals. An' when I do dat, I'm gonna go on ta beat Stevens an' earn my spot in tha World title picture."
I chuckle.
"I mean I do feel fo' ya Crash but if I had Lillian as my partna' in dis thang.. I'd carry her delusional ass tha whole way just so I could personally put my knee through her face again. See Sare, I'm gonna take it easy on ya daughter dis time.. only cause I fucked her up so bad that last time. But don't get ya hopes up cause I'm savin' tha real disfigurement fo' Declassified.. So we'll just call dis a prelude.. A spoila' if you will, cause y'all charmed hoes can talk duce all ya want.. What really matta' is what y'all do in dat rang an' right now.. Tha only thang I see is ya blowin' smoke up y'all own pussies. Crash… sorry dis is how we're gonna get formerly acquainted but I'm ready ta see what ya brang ta tha table.. Talented indeed.. just need ta focus on tha right thangs.. An' right now, it's not Lilian bein' ya partna' in dis thang. It's makin' sho Stevens an' myself don't fuck y'all up to badly an' place a Scotty Poop on tha both'a y'all faces.. See ya Monday night."
Feeling confident with the promo, I walk over and shut the camera off.
Why you didn't mention the Ministry of Pain?
Yeah man.. I'm pretty pissed they stole our titles..
To be honest, I thought we were doing a favor for Make-A-Wish.. Guys calm down, it's the closest they'll ever get to holding the titles.
You.. of all people should know that you never underestimate anyone..
Damn.. he was right…
I'm always right...