Post by Duce Jones on Sept 10, 2022 21:07:33 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry that it's not up to par but I've come down with a sinus cold that is giving me the blues.
“Um-hm” Byson says as he intently shifts his eyes through some paperwork. Seemingly done reading the sheet of paper, Byson moves it towards the back of the stack as he continues to read on.
Duce enters into the scene wearing a vintage ‘Goldie’ t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of Jordan brand basketball shorts. With classic Nike Air Force 1s covering his feet, he’s the complete opposite of his twin brother Byson who’s decked out in the finest of Armani Suit with fedora to compliment the outfit. Duce peers over his shoulders to read what’s on the paper, once realizing he scoffs and walks off.
“I told yo ass that gettin’ those damn hyenas wasn’t a good idea.”
Byson feigns surprise, dropping the stack of papers to his side to look over at his brother.
“My idea!? Wasn’t you the one who said.. And I quote. ‘Mane, who else can say they got hyenas?’ Wasn’t that you?”
Duce runs his hand through his locks, knowing that his brother is right.
“Why you gotta brang up ole shit?”
“Look, we’ve got two live hyenas that apparently eat a lot of raw meat. Raw meat that’s going up in price by the fucking pound! How can we possibly afford to keep them?”
“Hmph.. It’s not like we can take they ass back t’Africa. Hell, plus there was a no return policy.”
“In a village?” Byson question with doubt. “You’re telling me that there was a sign placed up on one of those broken buildings that said we couldn’t bring them back?”
“I mean, it was implied.”
Byson stares blankly at Duce.
“Okay, let’s say that it was implied… how do we keep up the maintenance on these damn things because my pockets are starting to become more filled with lent then cash these days.”
“Mane, I thought you’d be more focused on figuring out what was going on with these doppelgangers who’ve popped up recently.”
Byson expresses an annoyed look on his face.
“Did you physically fight one of those things?” Before Duce can respond, Byson cuts him off. “No. You didn’t, I don’t want anything else to do with lookalikes. You can worry about that but I think we have more pressing matters with vicious carnivores who we are beginning to no longer afford.”
“Aight, I admitted that it was a bad idea, maybe we can give em to a zoo’a some shit.”
“We can sell them, you mean?”
“Whateva..”
From the two beds that are located in the room, we can tell that the brothers have settled into a cheap motel room. Duce goes over to one of the beds covered in the horrible floral print comforter and takes a seat. He looks over to his brother with his good eye and notices that he goes back to reading the paperwork.
“I’ll figure out somethin’.” Duce fiddles with his fingers before changing the subject. “I guess our meetin’ wit’ Thad had some substance, we gettin’ a shot at tha tag straps next week.”
Byson’s taken aback. “Really, we’ve got a shot at the belts?”
“Yup but y’kno’ that we gotta handle this lil business come Monday night befo’ we get t’that point.”
Byson sets the stack of papers onto the shelf that he was standing near and turns his attention to Duce.
“So who’s on the docket?”
“We got Zybala again..” Byson scoffs but Duce keeps talking. “He’s teaming wit Greiner this time plus Alice an’ C.J.. It’s gonna be a clustafuck’a madness but I thank that we can pull it out.”
“Well I’m glad that you’re confident about the outcome already.”
“If ya believe it, you can achieve it.”
“Where the fuck did you come up with that bullshit?”
“I dunno, I heard it somewhere.”
“Ugh.. anyway, I’m hungry.”
“Fa sho, I kno’ this place that got some fye chicken tendas.”
“In Calgary?” Byson then has a moment to reflect. “Oh right.. That one place that you took Sierra to.”
“I knew that you would rememba.”
The brothers both reminisce on a memory that they once collectively shared. The scene then fades out.
Several Hours Later
We zoom into the Spot On Kitchen & Bar located in Calgary, Alberta, Canada With the scene shifting inside, we see both Duce and Byson enjoying an order of chicken tenders with barbecue sauce individually. The area around them is flooded with people who are also out to enjoy a quiet meal. Duce takes a sip of his soda that sits to his right before looking over to Byson.
“Mane.. this shit still fye!”
“Hell yeah, we haven’t been here in over four years and the food is still delicious. Who would’ve thought?”
“So, you thank that you’re ready for Monday night because we can’t get caught slippin’ befo’ our big tag match against TLS an’ Zybala?”
“I’m about as ready as anyone could be during a time like this. I mean, as far as Alice and O’Donnell are concerned. I really don’t know much about them.”
“Well Alice is the resident HOOT round OCDubya.”
“T’fuck does that even mean?”
“I really don’t thank anyone kno’ what it means we just kinda rolled wit’ it but she’s a forma World Champ so she’s mo’ than able to place eitha’ one’a us on our back wit’ no problems. Then her husband, boyfriend, whateva it is that they got goin’ on ain’t no slouch eitha.”
“Alright, what about Bob?”
“Tha only guy who could probably outsmoke me.. If I still smoked but he lives an’ breathes the ganja an’ has a right hand that backs it up. Me an’ Bob fought when I first came t’OCW durin’ one’a tha tournaments that they had. I wanna say it was Block Party but I’ve lost some brain cells ova tha years but I kno’ f’sho that we squared off.”
“Hmm.. Wasn’t he like the racist guy or something?
“I thought he was but I thank that was moreorless by association cause’a who his tag partna was. I mean let’s be real, he could still have tha same views but none’a that really mattas to me. Hell you an’ I both kno’ that there’s nothin’ wrong wit feelin’ that your nation is superior. It’s just ya gotta go a certain way about doin’ that. Plus I thank he bleeds more OCDubya than confederacy these days. Hell the guy is in a group wit’ Kali.”
Byson shrugs.
“I was simply asking a question.”
“Yeah, but at this point it’s an outdated question. Like I said, everyone in this match is capable of pulling out the win on Monday so we need to stay on our shit.”
“Even Zybala?”
“Ugh.. We are not goin’ through this again. You kno’ firsthand how capable of a fighta Zybala is. Hell we all have our hiccups when it comes t’this business but if anyone is eva tha one who will catch you by surprise. Best believe it’s Mike..”
“I guess I’m just tired of seeing his face across the ring from me.”
“I mean, we can’t sit here an’ act like we have control ova how thangs are booked. We just go in, do our job then we get paid. If that means beatin’ Zyabala’s ass on a consistent basis than so be it. Hell I got years of pent up frustration towards the guy afta bein’ buried by him so a knee to his face here or there will suffice fa now.”
“You are a better man than me..” Byson says as he takes another bite of his chicken tender. “So have you heard from BRIM?”
“I actually haven’t, the guy has been M.I.A since he linked up wit that fake ass Mystery Gang.”
Byson shows an expression of concern.
“You’re not worried?”
“Look, I told his ass that somethin’ was off bout those folks but he was adamant bout followin’ up on leads wit’ them.”
“And we’re just okay with him being out of pocket like this?”
“Trust me, that last person that we need to worry bout is BRIM.”
“Um-hm” Byson says as he intently shifts his eyes through some paperwork. Seemingly done reading the sheet of paper, Byson moves it towards the back of the stack as he continues to read on.
Duce enters into the scene wearing a vintage ‘Goldie’ t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of Jordan brand basketball shorts. With classic Nike Air Force 1s covering his feet, he’s the complete opposite of his twin brother Byson who’s decked out in the finest of Armani Suit with fedora to compliment the outfit. Duce peers over his shoulders to read what’s on the paper, once realizing he scoffs and walks off.
“I told yo ass that gettin’ those damn hyenas wasn’t a good idea.”
Byson feigns surprise, dropping the stack of papers to his side to look over at his brother.
“My idea!? Wasn’t you the one who said.. And I quote. ‘Mane, who else can say they got hyenas?’ Wasn’t that you?”
Duce runs his hand through his locks, knowing that his brother is right.
“Why you gotta brang up ole shit?”
“Look, we’ve got two live hyenas that apparently eat a lot of raw meat. Raw meat that’s going up in price by the fucking pound! How can we possibly afford to keep them?”
“Hmph.. It’s not like we can take they ass back t’Africa. Hell, plus there was a no return policy.”
“In a village?” Byson question with doubt. “You’re telling me that there was a sign placed up on one of those broken buildings that said we couldn’t bring them back?”
“I mean, it was implied.”
Byson stares blankly at Duce.
“Okay, let’s say that it was implied… how do we keep up the maintenance on these damn things because my pockets are starting to become more filled with lent then cash these days.”
“Mane, I thought you’d be more focused on figuring out what was going on with these doppelgangers who’ve popped up recently.”
Byson expresses an annoyed look on his face.
“Did you physically fight one of those things?” Before Duce can respond, Byson cuts him off. “No. You didn’t, I don’t want anything else to do with lookalikes. You can worry about that but I think we have more pressing matters with vicious carnivores who we are beginning to no longer afford.”
“Aight, I admitted that it was a bad idea, maybe we can give em to a zoo’a some shit.”
“We can sell them, you mean?”
“Whateva..”
From the two beds that are located in the room, we can tell that the brothers have settled into a cheap motel room. Duce goes over to one of the beds covered in the horrible floral print comforter and takes a seat. He looks over to his brother with his good eye and notices that he goes back to reading the paperwork.
“I’ll figure out somethin’.” Duce fiddles with his fingers before changing the subject. “I guess our meetin’ wit’ Thad had some substance, we gettin’ a shot at tha tag straps next week.”
Byson’s taken aback. “Really, we’ve got a shot at the belts?”
“Yup but y’kno’ that we gotta handle this lil business come Monday night befo’ we get t’that point.”
Byson sets the stack of papers onto the shelf that he was standing near and turns his attention to Duce.
“So who’s on the docket?”
“We got Zybala again..” Byson scoffs but Duce keeps talking. “He’s teaming wit Greiner this time plus Alice an’ C.J.. It’s gonna be a clustafuck’a madness but I thank that we can pull it out.”
“Well I’m glad that you’re confident about the outcome already.”
“If ya believe it, you can achieve it.”
“Where the fuck did you come up with that bullshit?”
“I dunno, I heard it somewhere.”
“Ugh.. anyway, I’m hungry.”
“Fa sho, I kno’ this place that got some fye chicken tendas.”
“In Calgary?” Byson then has a moment to reflect. “Oh right.. That one place that you took Sierra to.”
“I knew that you would rememba.”
The brothers both reminisce on a memory that they once collectively shared. The scene then fades out.
Several Hours Later
We zoom into the Spot On Kitchen & Bar located in Calgary, Alberta, Canada With the scene shifting inside, we see both Duce and Byson enjoying an order of chicken tenders with barbecue sauce individually. The area around them is flooded with people who are also out to enjoy a quiet meal. Duce takes a sip of his soda that sits to his right before looking over to Byson.
“Mane.. this shit still fye!”
“Hell yeah, we haven’t been here in over four years and the food is still delicious. Who would’ve thought?”
“So, you thank that you’re ready for Monday night because we can’t get caught slippin’ befo’ our big tag match against TLS an’ Zybala?”
“I’m about as ready as anyone could be during a time like this. I mean, as far as Alice and O’Donnell are concerned. I really don’t know much about them.”
“Well Alice is the resident HOOT round OCDubya.”
“T’fuck does that even mean?”
“I really don’t thank anyone kno’ what it means we just kinda rolled wit’ it but she’s a forma World Champ so she’s mo’ than able to place eitha’ one’a us on our back wit’ no problems. Then her husband, boyfriend, whateva it is that they got goin’ on ain’t no slouch eitha.”
“Alright, what about Bob?”
“Tha only guy who could probably outsmoke me.. If I still smoked but he lives an’ breathes the ganja an’ has a right hand that backs it up. Me an’ Bob fought when I first came t’OCW durin’ one’a tha tournaments that they had. I wanna say it was Block Party but I’ve lost some brain cells ova tha years but I kno’ f’sho that we squared off.”
“Hmm.. Wasn’t he like the racist guy or something?
“I thought he was but I thank that was moreorless by association cause’a who his tag partna was. I mean let’s be real, he could still have tha same views but none’a that really mattas to me. Hell you an’ I both kno’ that there’s nothin’ wrong wit feelin’ that your nation is superior. It’s just ya gotta go a certain way about doin’ that. Plus I thank he bleeds more OCDubya than confederacy these days. Hell the guy is in a group wit’ Kali.”
Byson shrugs.
“I was simply asking a question.”
“Yeah, but at this point it’s an outdated question. Like I said, everyone in this match is capable of pulling out the win on Monday so we need to stay on our shit.”
“Even Zybala?”
“Ugh.. We are not goin’ through this again. You kno’ firsthand how capable of a fighta Zybala is. Hell we all have our hiccups when it comes t’this business but if anyone is eva tha one who will catch you by surprise. Best believe it’s Mike..”
“I guess I’m just tired of seeing his face across the ring from me.”
“I mean, we can’t sit here an’ act like we have control ova how thangs are booked. We just go in, do our job then we get paid. If that means beatin’ Zyabala’s ass on a consistent basis than so be it. Hell I got years of pent up frustration towards the guy afta bein’ buried by him so a knee to his face here or there will suffice fa now.”
“You are a better man than me..” Byson says as he takes another bite of his chicken tender. “So have you heard from BRIM?”
“I actually haven’t, the guy has been M.I.A since he linked up wit that fake ass Mystery Gang.”
Byson shows an expression of concern.
“You’re not worried?”
“Look, I told his ass that somethin’ was off bout those folks but he was adamant bout followin’ up on leads wit’ them.”
“And we’re just okay with him being out of pocket like this?”
“Trust me, that last person that we need to worry bout is BRIM.”