Post by Duce Jones on May 9, 2020 23:59:24 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure that it's still a mystery as to what exactly happened on that jet, that fateful day. There may also be a few speculations as to how I was able to survive and appear for the Blood on the Battlefield pay per view on Barrows Island. I say eventually the story will come out but right now I rather not indulge in the thought.
But there is one thing that I do wanna focus on, no not Andrea Hernandez's carpet muncher…
I had a favor to repay, a good friend of mine was stuck behind concrete walls and I needed to figure out the best way to bring him out of that hell hole safely.
"Have ya got it togetha?" I asked Byson as we sat upon the beach front of Barrows Island.
With a stroke of his beard, he replied. "I still haven't gotten it all planned exactly how I want but I guarantee, it will be executed to perfection!"
I nod in agreement, then stare off at the Atlantic Ocean.
"Well while you figure dat shit out, I need to come up wit a away ta get back ta tha states cuh ain't no way in tha fuck I'm getting back on anythang dat flies."
"C'mon Duce, you got shook up that bad?"
"Bruh… we almost fuckin' died…”
"But did you?"
"I almost did.."
"But did you though?"
"Fuck all'a dat.. How long you thank it's gonna take those natives to get dat raft togetha?"
Byson peers off to a group of indigenous people of Barrows who ironically all sport different types of lucha mask. There chests are exposed as hand made garments cover their lower region. The men look completely lost in their task as it appears they have no clue what they're doing.
"Give or take one.. maybe two months.."
"TWO MONTHS!" I exclaimed. "I got a gah'damn match next week!"
"Hey man, beggars can't be choosers.."
"Get t'fuck outta here.." I roll my eyes. "First you have me stranded out in tha muh'fuckin ocean.. Paddlin' tha water like some fuckin' lap dog.. Then ta top it off I missed half of dat damn cage match an' now ya tellin' me I might not even make it fo' my match against LeClaire!?"
"Who?"
"Tha chick day I'm facin' dis comin' Monday in dat Manifest Destiny 2 tournament."
Byson looks at me confused.
"How do you even know that?"
"What you mean?"
"Bro, we've been stranded on this island for almost a week now. When did you ever get time to watch OCW?"
"I mean.. technically I didn't but I caught a bit of Wi-Fi when I was by the arena earlier."
"Make it make sense.."
"Make what make sense?"
"How were you able to get a phone, let alone Wi-Fi?"
I give him a dumbfounded look.
"Well, see, what had happened was… I stole it while we were at the show."
Byson shrugs.
"Oh okay.. I thought you were about to say that you owned one of those waterproof iPhones.."
"Don't eva' disrespect me like dat again."
Byson throws his hands up in defense.
"My fault, I was just saying. So since you know who you're facing in this LeClaire woman.. What all do you know about her?"
"Not much.. I barely rememba' her ass.. What I do rememba' though was day she was dis annoying lil bitch who tried ta get her babbage ass gossip show up an' runnin' but tha shit didn't go far.. Matta' fact, she was all up dat one chick Andrea's ass bout some form of fuckery."
"What was it about?"
"I don't kno' mane.. you kno' how bitches are, they get pissed at each otha' cuh they both breathe differently."
We both share a laugh.
"Hahaaa… You ain't never lied Duce!" His attention becomes diverted towards the natives who are now fighting amongst one another. "Hold on bro, I gotta go get these idiots together so we can go back across the ocean."
I nod my head in affirmation, watching him as he throws his high-dollar suit jacket over his right shoulder and heads towards them. I stand there alone, now running my attention to the setting sun. Yellow, red, pink and orange all coming together to make a beautiful sight.
I plop down onto the sand, having a seat before sighing deeply. I knew that Sierra was more than concerned about my well being as she hadn't heard from me in many weeks. If my children were old enough to comprehend the idea of their father being in danger, let alone almost dying.
The thought weighed heavy on my mind as I continued to let it sink in.. My kids had almost became a statistic because I was trying to provide for them.
"Fuck.. mane…
I wonda' if Chelsea kno' just what exactly she's gettin' herself into.. hell I could be askin' myself tha same thang… Truth be told, no one in dis business is a slouch, hell at any given moment any one can have their shoulders pinned to tha mat.. So do I thank LeClaire is an egotistical cunt who has caught me at one'a my darkest moments in life?
Yep.. Do I give a fuck?
Nope..
Y'see cuh LeClair hasn't really been able to quite get out ova dat hump, she's been stuck in a shadow fo' so long day she tries ta reflect all'a dat anger an' hurt towards her opponents. But what she fails to realize is dat I'm a man who's been throughway mo' shit wit in these five months than anyone on dis gah'damn planet. Every otha day, there's an obstacle placed in front of my path dat I got ta hurdle. An' just like Maya Angelou, I rise ta tha occasions. I rememba those days when title reigns, tournaments and havin' my name slide across dat marquee.. I had dreams of my name appearin' on Hall'a Fame walls fo' centuries ta come."
I scoff.
"Dat was tha past though an' dis is that present wit no idea on what tha future brangs. I can tell ya dis, it's not gonna be pretty.. Y'see Chelsea, tha difference between you an' me is dat you got somethin' ta prove. A lil chip on ya shoulda' where as me, I could give a fuck about any an' everythang dat you stand fo'.. I don't got shit ta prove an' I damn sho don't got shit t'lose. I've been on tha mountain top, I kno' exactly what it feels like. An' quite frankly, it's no different than gettin' your dick sucked in an Applebee's booth. Sure, it's exciting at first but then tha real pressure comes.."
"Are you talking to yourself?" Byson asked as he approached.
"Maybe.."
"Anyway.. They say they can get it done within two days but we have to find a virgin sacrifice."
"Where t'fuck are we gonna find one'a those?"
Byson merely shrugs as he walks towards the jungle. I stare helplessly as he disappears among the trees.
"Dis can't be life…"
I say, shaking my head as I jog to catch up with him.
But there is one thing that I do wanna focus on, no not Andrea Hernandez's carpet muncher…
I had a favor to repay, a good friend of mine was stuck behind concrete walls and I needed to figure out the best way to bring him out of that hell hole safely.
"Have ya got it togetha?" I asked Byson as we sat upon the beach front of Barrows Island.
With a stroke of his beard, he replied. "I still haven't gotten it all planned exactly how I want but I guarantee, it will be executed to perfection!"
I nod in agreement, then stare off at the Atlantic Ocean.
"Well while you figure dat shit out, I need to come up wit a away ta get back ta tha states cuh ain't no way in tha fuck I'm getting back on anythang dat flies."
"C'mon Duce, you got shook up that bad?"
"Bruh… we almost fuckin' died…”
"But did you?"
"I almost did.."
"But did you though?"
"Fuck all'a dat.. How long you thank it's gonna take those natives to get dat raft togetha?"
Byson peers off to a group of indigenous people of Barrows who ironically all sport different types of lucha mask. There chests are exposed as hand made garments cover their lower region. The men look completely lost in their task as it appears they have no clue what they're doing.
"Give or take one.. maybe two months.."
"TWO MONTHS!" I exclaimed. "I got a gah'damn match next week!"
"Hey man, beggars can't be choosers.."
"Get t'fuck outta here.." I roll my eyes. "First you have me stranded out in tha muh'fuckin ocean.. Paddlin' tha water like some fuckin' lap dog.. Then ta top it off I missed half of dat damn cage match an' now ya tellin' me I might not even make it fo' my match against LeClaire!?"
"Who?"
"Tha chick day I'm facin' dis comin' Monday in dat Manifest Destiny 2 tournament."
Byson looks at me confused.
"How do you even know that?"
"What you mean?"
"Bro, we've been stranded on this island for almost a week now. When did you ever get time to watch OCW?"
"I mean.. technically I didn't but I caught a bit of Wi-Fi when I was by the arena earlier."
"Make it make sense.."
"Make what make sense?"
"How were you able to get a phone, let alone Wi-Fi?"
I give him a dumbfounded look.
"Well, see, what had happened was… I stole it while we were at the show."
Byson shrugs.
"Oh okay.. I thought you were about to say that you owned one of those waterproof iPhones.."
"Don't eva' disrespect me like dat again."
Byson throws his hands up in defense.
"My fault, I was just saying. So since you know who you're facing in this LeClaire woman.. What all do you know about her?"
"Not much.. I barely rememba' her ass.. What I do rememba' though was day she was dis annoying lil bitch who tried ta get her babbage ass gossip show up an' runnin' but tha shit didn't go far.. Matta' fact, she was all up dat one chick Andrea's ass bout some form of fuckery."
"What was it about?"
"I don't kno' mane.. you kno' how bitches are, they get pissed at each otha' cuh they both breathe differently."
We both share a laugh.
"Hahaaa… You ain't never lied Duce!" His attention becomes diverted towards the natives who are now fighting amongst one another. "Hold on bro, I gotta go get these idiots together so we can go back across the ocean."
I nod my head in affirmation, watching him as he throws his high-dollar suit jacket over his right shoulder and heads towards them. I stand there alone, now running my attention to the setting sun. Yellow, red, pink and orange all coming together to make a beautiful sight.
I plop down onto the sand, having a seat before sighing deeply. I knew that Sierra was more than concerned about my well being as she hadn't heard from me in many weeks. If my children were old enough to comprehend the idea of their father being in danger, let alone almost dying.
The thought weighed heavy on my mind as I continued to let it sink in.. My kids had almost became a statistic because I was trying to provide for them.
"Fuck.. mane…
I wonda' if Chelsea kno' just what exactly she's gettin' herself into.. hell I could be askin' myself tha same thang… Truth be told, no one in dis business is a slouch, hell at any given moment any one can have their shoulders pinned to tha mat.. So do I thank LeClaire is an egotistical cunt who has caught me at one'a my darkest moments in life?
Yep.. Do I give a fuck?
Nope..
Y'see cuh LeClair hasn't really been able to quite get out ova dat hump, she's been stuck in a shadow fo' so long day she tries ta reflect all'a dat anger an' hurt towards her opponents. But what she fails to realize is dat I'm a man who's been throughway mo' shit wit in these five months than anyone on dis gah'damn planet. Every otha day, there's an obstacle placed in front of my path dat I got ta hurdle. An' just like Maya Angelou, I rise ta tha occasions. I rememba those days when title reigns, tournaments and havin' my name slide across dat marquee.. I had dreams of my name appearin' on Hall'a Fame walls fo' centuries ta come."
I scoff.
"Dat was tha past though an' dis is that present wit no idea on what tha future brangs. I can tell ya dis, it's not gonna be pretty.. Y'see Chelsea, tha difference between you an' me is dat you got somethin' ta prove. A lil chip on ya shoulda' where as me, I could give a fuck about any an' everythang dat you stand fo'.. I don't got shit ta prove an' I damn sho don't got shit t'lose. I've been on tha mountain top, I kno' exactly what it feels like. An' quite frankly, it's no different than gettin' your dick sucked in an Applebee's booth. Sure, it's exciting at first but then tha real pressure comes.."
"Are you talking to yourself?" Byson asked as he approached.
"Maybe.."
"Anyway.. They say they can get it done within two days but we have to find a virgin sacrifice."
"Where t'fuck are we gonna find one'a those?"
Byson merely shrugs as he walks towards the jungle. I stare helplessly as he disappears among the trees.
"Dis can't be life…"
I say, shaking my head as I jog to catch up with him.