Post by Ball Ball on Aug 16, 2022 15:19:41 GMT -5
~Friday, July 29th, 2022~
~Khartoum, Sudan~
Like any other sad day, the rain was hard in Ball Ball’s home city. People were gathered in a cemetery paying their respects to Ball Ball’s mother during her burial. Everyone was silent as the priest read from the bible. It seemed like the entirety of the slums was in attendance, everyone but Ball Ball. Ball Ball was watching from afar, too embarrassed and ashamed to bring himself close to her in front of everybody. Tears rolled down Ball Ball’s face as he watched from a distance.
Priest: As we remember the great life of Mrs. Murray, we remember her accomplishments. She was a caring woman, single mother of two young boys who she raised each on her own. Anytime somebody needed help, she was willing to help regardless of her own situation. She never asked for help herself, even in the most desperate times.
As the priest continues the eulogy, Ball Ball is a mess. He had dropped to his knees in the muddy ground, but that didn’t matter to him in this moment. All that was going through his head was regret. He was crying, remembering all the good things she had done for him and the city folk. But it was all gone. As he tries to wipe the tears from his eyes, Goon 83 approaches him from behind.
Goon 83: Hey, Boss, get yourself up. The funeral is coming to an end. Do you want to say anything before everyone leaves?
Ball Ball: No.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. I’ll wait here with you if you’d like. Let me know if you need anything. When you’re ready, we can do whatever you please.
Ball Ball continues to cry, but he stands to his feet. The hard rain sweeps the mud off of his knees, cleaning him off.
Ball Ball: Ball Ball will wait until everyone leaves. Then Ball Ball will go say some things.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. I’ll wait with you.
As the people begin to funnel out after the priest finished the eulogy, Ball Ball readies himself to approach his late mother. After everyone was gone, Ball Ball goes up to the grave. He is still crying, but he is trying to compose himself. He gets to the grave, but he couldn’t bear to look at it.
Ball Ball: Mother… Ball Ball is sorry. Ball Ball failed you. Ball Ball was supposed to bring you wealth. But you didn’t want wealth. You wanted happiness. Ball Ball sees that now. Ball Ball was caught up in a fit of rage which led to your passing. It’s all Ball Ball’s fault. If Ball Ball could make this better, Ball Ball would. Ball Ball promises to make this right. Ball Ball will find that Mysterious Stranger, and put an end to him. Ball Ball loves you, and Ball Ball will never forget you.
Ball Ball stands there, distraught. Goon 83 stands close beside until a hand touches Ball Ball’s back. Goon 83 and Ball Ball turn around quickly to see a peculiar man standing there.
Goon 83: What the fuck man? Can’t you see we’re mourning here?
Man: Yeah I see that, but I’m here to help. I’ve been looking for you for a bit, Ball Ball. I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested in listening. Meet me at your Souper Kitchen tonight. I’ll let you mourn.
The man runs away as Ball Ball and Goon 83 watch him do a very odd run, a run like no other.
Goon 83: What on earth was that about?
Ball Ball: Ball Ball has no idea. Let Ball Ball mourn, Chris. Head to the kitchen and see what the man wants. Ball Ball will be there later.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. Don’t do anything stupid though, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
As Goon 83 leaves the area, Ball Ball stays to mourn a little more. Time moves forward, the rain passes and the moon can be seen in full light. Ball Ball decides to head back to the Souper Kitchen. As he approaches the kitchen, voices can be heard from inside. They sound cheerful, and it sounds like there is some hope inside the kitchen. Ball Ball enters the Souper Kitchen to see the man and Goon 83 sitting in a booth, shooting the shit.
Goon 83: Boss! How’re you feeling? This is Lavar, I really think he has something you want to hear!
Ball Ball sits down in the booth next to Goon 83. He hasn’t said a word yet, but it seems like he’s willing to listen.
Lavar: Hey boy, great to finally meet you! My name, as you know, is Lavar. Lavar who? Lavar Ball. I am the father of the great Lonzo Ball and LaMelo Ball. Have you heard of them? Anyone who’s into basketball has heard of them. Those are my boys. Born and raised by yours truly. I have been looking for you, boy. The moment I heard your name I wanted to meet you and give you this proposition. So let me get right to it. First off, I am incredibly sorry about the passing of your beloved mother. Terrible news, it really is. But I want to take you under my wing. I want you to be like a son to me, I want to be the father that you never really had. I will help you become the best athlete the world has ever seen. I heard how your mother passed, some people may not believe you were drugged, but I do. If you let me take you under my wing, I will personally see to it, that whoever drugged you, will get into your hands no matter what. What do you say?
Ball Ball takes a moment to collect himself before letting out a sigh. He is at his most vulnerable right now. But he still considers the offer for a moment.
Ball Ball: What’s in it for Ball Ball?
Lavar: Everything you could ever dream of. Money, fame, revenge, happiness, any-
Ball Ball: Happiness?
Lavar: Happiness, boy. Join the family. You won’t regret it. I promise you.
Ball Ball: Well, if it’ll give Ball Ball happiness, count Ball Ball in.
Lavar jumps to his feet in excitement. He shakes Ball Ball’s hand like a regular businessman after a big sale.
Lavar: Perfect, boy, welcome to the family. Everyone will know the name Ball Ball… uh… what’s your last name again?
Ball Ball: Murray.
Lavar: Well, I didn’t expect that, how about since you’re part of our family now, you take on the Ball family name. Ball Ball Ball… how does that sound?
Ball Ball: Ball Ball Ball… Ball Ball likes it, Ball Ball doesn’t want to tarnish the Murray name anymore.
Lavar: Perfect, boy. Tomorrow, meet me back in New Mexico. We have to get you ready for Truth or Consequences. This is the beginning of something big.
~Khartoum, Sudan~
Like any other sad day, the rain was hard in Ball Ball’s home city. People were gathered in a cemetery paying their respects to Ball Ball’s mother during her burial. Everyone was silent as the priest read from the bible. It seemed like the entirety of the slums was in attendance, everyone but Ball Ball. Ball Ball was watching from afar, too embarrassed and ashamed to bring himself close to her in front of everybody. Tears rolled down Ball Ball’s face as he watched from a distance.
Priest: As we remember the great life of Mrs. Murray, we remember her accomplishments. She was a caring woman, single mother of two young boys who she raised each on her own. Anytime somebody needed help, she was willing to help regardless of her own situation. She never asked for help herself, even in the most desperate times.
As the priest continues the eulogy, Ball Ball is a mess. He had dropped to his knees in the muddy ground, but that didn’t matter to him in this moment. All that was going through his head was regret. He was crying, remembering all the good things she had done for him and the city folk. But it was all gone. As he tries to wipe the tears from his eyes, Goon 83 approaches him from behind.
Goon 83: Hey, Boss, get yourself up. The funeral is coming to an end. Do you want to say anything before everyone leaves?
Ball Ball: No.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. I’ll wait here with you if you’d like. Let me know if you need anything. When you’re ready, we can do whatever you please.
Ball Ball continues to cry, but he stands to his feet. The hard rain sweeps the mud off of his knees, cleaning him off.
Ball Ball: Ball Ball will wait until everyone leaves. Then Ball Ball will go say some things.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. I’ll wait with you.
As the people begin to funnel out after the priest finished the eulogy, Ball Ball readies himself to approach his late mother. After everyone was gone, Ball Ball goes up to the grave. He is still crying, but he is trying to compose himself. He gets to the grave, but he couldn’t bear to look at it.
Ball Ball: Mother… Ball Ball is sorry. Ball Ball failed you. Ball Ball was supposed to bring you wealth. But you didn’t want wealth. You wanted happiness. Ball Ball sees that now. Ball Ball was caught up in a fit of rage which led to your passing. It’s all Ball Ball’s fault. If Ball Ball could make this better, Ball Ball would. Ball Ball promises to make this right. Ball Ball will find that Mysterious Stranger, and put an end to him. Ball Ball loves you, and Ball Ball will never forget you.
Ball Ball stands there, distraught. Goon 83 stands close beside until a hand touches Ball Ball’s back. Goon 83 and Ball Ball turn around quickly to see a peculiar man standing there.
Goon 83: What the fuck man? Can’t you see we’re mourning here?
Man: Yeah I see that, but I’m here to help. I’ve been looking for you for a bit, Ball Ball. I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested in listening. Meet me at your Souper Kitchen tonight. I’ll let you mourn.
The man runs away as Ball Ball and Goon 83 watch him do a very odd run, a run like no other.
Goon 83: What on earth was that about?
Ball Ball: Ball Ball has no idea. Let Ball Ball mourn, Chris. Head to the kitchen and see what the man wants. Ball Ball will be there later.
Goon 83: Alright, Boss. Don’t do anything stupid though, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
As Goon 83 leaves the area, Ball Ball stays to mourn a little more. Time moves forward, the rain passes and the moon can be seen in full light. Ball Ball decides to head back to the Souper Kitchen. As he approaches the kitchen, voices can be heard from inside. They sound cheerful, and it sounds like there is some hope inside the kitchen. Ball Ball enters the Souper Kitchen to see the man and Goon 83 sitting in a booth, shooting the shit.
Goon 83: Boss! How’re you feeling? This is Lavar, I really think he has something you want to hear!
Ball Ball sits down in the booth next to Goon 83. He hasn’t said a word yet, but it seems like he’s willing to listen.
Lavar: Hey boy, great to finally meet you! My name, as you know, is Lavar. Lavar who? Lavar Ball. I am the father of the great Lonzo Ball and LaMelo Ball. Have you heard of them? Anyone who’s into basketball has heard of them. Those are my boys. Born and raised by yours truly. I have been looking for you, boy. The moment I heard your name I wanted to meet you and give you this proposition. So let me get right to it. First off, I am incredibly sorry about the passing of your beloved mother. Terrible news, it really is. But I want to take you under my wing. I want you to be like a son to me, I want to be the father that you never really had. I will help you become the best athlete the world has ever seen. I heard how your mother passed, some people may not believe you were drugged, but I do. If you let me take you under my wing, I will personally see to it, that whoever drugged you, will get into your hands no matter what. What do you say?
Ball Ball takes a moment to collect himself before letting out a sigh. He is at his most vulnerable right now. But he still considers the offer for a moment.
Ball Ball: What’s in it for Ball Ball?
Lavar: Everything you could ever dream of. Money, fame, revenge, happiness, any-
Ball Ball: Happiness?
Lavar: Happiness, boy. Join the family. You won’t regret it. I promise you.
Ball Ball: Well, if it’ll give Ball Ball happiness, count Ball Ball in.
Lavar jumps to his feet in excitement. He shakes Ball Ball’s hand like a regular businessman after a big sale.
Lavar: Perfect, boy, welcome to the family. Everyone will know the name Ball Ball… uh… what’s your last name again?
Ball Ball: Murray.
Lavar: Well, I didn’t expect that, how about since you’re part of our family now, you take on the Ball family name. Ball Ball Ball… how does that sound?
Ball Ball: Ball Ball Ball… Ball Ball likes it, Ball Ball doesn’t want to tarnish the Murray name anymore.
Lavar: Perfect, boy. Tomorrow, meet me back in New Mexico. We have to get you ready for Truth or Consequences. This is the beginning of something big.