Post by Duce Jones on Oct 1, 2022 23:09:59 GMT -5
The buzzing sound of a cell phone goes off as Byson is shown reaching into the pockets of his black slacks. Pulling his phone out he looks down at it to see that there is a new notification from OCW. Sliding down on the screen, he sees that Tamika Strader is currently going live from the Greiner Compound in Timmins, Ontario. Watching intently, he listens in as she speaks confidently.
“Aye Duce!” Byson yells from the downstairs area of the house while he continues to watch the video on his phone. “Duce!”
Meanwhile, upstairs.. Duce has followed the voice that’s been calling him directly into his old room. Opening the door, the loud creaking causes Duce to wince a bit before entering inside of the room. Standing directly in the center of the room, he looks around at the emptiness that was once occupied by all of his prized belongings. To his left, propped up in the corner of the room is a mirror that catches his attention. Slowly, he walks up to it when his reflection soon appears within the glass. There’s an aura that comes from the mirror that almost places Duce in a trance as he stands there mesmerized by his reflection. Every way that he moves, his reflection goes also. Suddenly, his train of thought is broken by the sounds of his twin brother screaming his name. Duce turns to make sure that he’s hearing clearly but the reflection remains focused on Duce. A sinister smile overcomes his face before imitating Jones once again. Duce finally hearing his brother clearly, he turns to look at the mirror again before leaving out of the room and going back downstairs. Just as he reaches the bottom of the staircase, Byson is there to meet him with his phone in his hand.
“They’re bringing in Tamika!” Byson exclaims, shoving the live feed in his face.
Duce smacks the phone away. “Okay, that’s cool.”
“You’re not concerned?”
“Naw.. now that I kno’ what we’re up against I’m good.”
“Just like that!” Byson says disappointed that Duce had him all hyped up about the possibilities with the Freebird Rules.
“Yeah.. Tamika probably gives Mike tha betta chance’a beatin’ us than it would have if it had been Bob.”
“So you’re welcoming the competition?”
“Yep. Why not? Her teamin’ wit’ Mike don’t mean shit. It doesn’t change tha fact that since they've been tag champs that tha tag division has been just bout dead. It’s just now startin’ t’gain life again an’ who betta than us t’lead tha charge inta tha next era of OCDubya?”
Byson thinks about what Duce is saying, knowing that he has a point within his words. If they are ever going to be the best, then they have to beat the best.
“I’m just saying.” Byson begins. “She recently pinned BRIM and if she can do that then she’s more than enough to worry about.”
Duce gives Byson a ‘wtf’ look. “You can’t be serious?” Duce sucks his teeth. “First off, that was a three way match which means that he couldn’t focus directly on her. One on one he beats her easily but this ain’t about that. She teams up with Mike, which means that we have t’keep our shit togetha. We can’t go out there slackin’ cause if we do then we gettin’ caught lackin’.”
“What the fuck does that even mean!?” Byson exclaims in confusion.
“Look bruh!” A frustrated Duce screams. “We can’t be caught slippin’!”
“So what else?” Byson asked.
“What else what?” Duce responded not knowing exactly Byson was implying.
“You said first off..”
Duce scoffs again. “Really, I only had one point. Whenever we meet up wit’ B we can get into the psychological shit then but only then. Now.. It’s time that we get up out of here and head to London so we can become the brand new OCDubya Tag Champs!”
Byson jumps with excitement.
“That’s what I’m talking about! I’m ready to be tag champ again!”
“That’s tha shit that I like t’hear plus we’ll some respectability back t’tha tag division but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Cool, cool.. So did you find whatever it was that you were looking for here?”
Duce’s smile immediately disappears as he thinks back to being inside of his room but shrugs it off because nothing truly happened.
“I guess.. But I’m ready, maybe I afta’ we win those tag straps an’ collect those checks I renovate this house an’ move my wife an’ children here.”
Duce looks around again at the place. Byson seems concerned.
“Brother, in my opinion, you need to leave nostalgia right where it’s at.”
Byson’s tone is dead serious but Duce laughs off the statement. Duce waves for them to leave as they both head towards the door. Kaliban exits first, soon followed by Duce. Pulling the door closed behind him, Jones catches a glimpse of a figure at the top of the stairs. Swinging the door open, he looks up at the stairs but there is nothing there. Duce questions whether he’s seen anyone or not but he knows that he hasn’t smoked in over two years.
Opening up inside of the cabin area of Byson’s private jet, the brothers are headed fro London, Ontario. Duce’s is absorbed with the projector screen that he plays the latest copy of the OCW video game. He didn’t make the cut for this copy but that didn’t prevent him from making a pixelated version of himself onto the game. With a created version of his brother, Byson, also at his helms. He places them up against Tamika Strader and Mike Zybala. His tongue slides out of his mouth ala Jordan when he’s in the zone.
Byson enters into frame from the rear end of the jet, walking up and watching on as his brother pulls off a combination of moves with both of the players that he’s created. Moves that Byson could never imagine himself ever doing. Kaliban watches on in horror as Duce uses the Byson character to pull off a patented Mighty No. 123(Shooting Star Senton) made famous by Kelson Hewitt onto Mike. The sight of this causes Byson to speak up.
“There’s no way in hell that you’re going to get me to do some type of crazy shit like that. I can barely do a forward roll and you got me flipping like Ed Houston!?”
Startled, Duce places the game on pause before looking back at his brother.
“Haha.. My bad mane, I was only usin’ my imagination.. I kno’ that you can’t really do no shit like that but your original moveset is honestly borin’ an’ doesn’t bring any fun to tha game.”
“Yeah, kinda like your feud with Zybala.” Byson rebuttal in frustration.
Duce only laughs.
“Mane.. Mike’s a good guy but gotta realize that this situation that we got goin’ is kinda like tha thang that I go goin’ on wit’ Gordo..”
“Gordo?”
“My bad, Bifford.. Only difference is I’m not a dick bout how many times I’ve beaten him. Hell I’ve truly lost count.”
“Like you’ve lost count of how many times Bifford has beaten you?”
“Five.” Duce replied quickly. “But let’s not go there, I was watching him an’ Tamika’s promos from earlier an’ I agree wit Mike. This thang that me an’ him got goin’ is gettin’ pretty stale at this point but somehow he fails t’realize that no matta how many times we’ve faced off. He basically ended my career in GCDubyaA an’ befo’ then we hadn’t faced off until that special Tuesday Massacre. So in hindsight, there’s a lotta pent up frustration still built up within my mind. Now I may not be able t’bury his ass unda dirt but beatin’ him an’ his wildcard partna fo’ those tag straps would be tha closest thang t’redemption that’ll eva get these days.”
“Well then.” Byson says figuring in his head that he’s touched a nerve. “I’m there to be right by your side to go into this battle. No matter who it is that’s standing across the ring from us. And maybe, just maybe after we win those titles for the second time. I’ll learn some more moves to add to the arsenal.”
“First, this is a different company so it technically doesn’t count as a second reign. Second, you said that t’last time afta’ we won those straps in GCDubyaA.”
“But Houston and Zyba..”
Duce cuts him off.
“Third, once we win those belts, you’re in tha gym. We’re in tha gym perfecting this craft. Becomin’ betta fighters inside’a that rang. If we’re goin’ t’run roughshed ova this division, we have to be damn near perfect.”
“Got ya bro.” Byson says understanding the assignment.
After a long but quick flight on the Kaliban Jet, the twin brothers have gotten acclimated to Canada. With a room booked for their stay in the GREAT WHITE NORTH, the brothers are ready for quite possibly the biggest match in their career as a team so far. The two walk along the Blackfriars Bridge, the wrought-iron bridge that spans for miles over the North Branch of the Thames River, the both of them looking off into the distance. Byson is decked out in his finest purple linen suit while Duce has on a pair of white and black Air Force Ones to compliment the Black baggy jeans that he wears, completing the outfit is a ‘CWF’ branded ;Smokin’ Aces’ t-shirt which is a call back to Duce’s former team with Freddie Styles. A man who he won tag gold with on three different occasions. As they pace the bridge, Duce looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
“Next week, on Massacre.. My brotha an’ me step up t’tha plate an’ are lookin’ t’knock tha ball right out the park. We step inside’a tha rang wit’ Mike Zybala an’Tamika Strada’.. Tha newest version of TMZ.”
“2.0” Byson adds.
Duce gives him a shifty look.
“What? That’s what Tamika said in her live video.”
“Anyway..” Duce rolls his eyes. “Like I was sayin’, we step inside’a tha rang wit’ TMZ..” He looks over at Byson. “2.0 wit the chance t’walk out as new champs an’ t’be honest wit you folks at home… Those belts are comin’ back t’exactly where they belong.”
Byson chimes in.
“And that’s around the waist of these two men walking before you right now.” Byson says while pointing back and forward between himself and his brother. “For too long this division has been at a proverbial stalemate and there’s no collection of whatever members PTSD wants to place in our way to prevent us from doing just that.”
“Fa sho, we not here t’be cool wit’ mu’fuckas. We not here t’sign t-shirts an’ babies we’re hear t’claim gold an’ be tha top muh’fuckas round these parts. It’s high time that those tag titles were elevated to a level that they’ve been on before an’ as long as Mike Zybala is associated wit it. Then it’s guaranteed t’fail, no eyes. Zero attention. Hell even Mike knows how good I am at gettin’ attention cause if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t be sulking t’Tamika bout how many times he’s lost t’me.”
“I hate to break it to ya but this time will be no different. You see Mike, the last time that we faced off with stakes this high on the line, you had Ed Houston to pull you up when you were destined to go down and now you think having Tamika on your side gains you some sort of advantage.”
“Hell, you’d been betta off wit’ that ghost ass Bob. But we’ll let him live cause this ain’t about him. Naw this about you an’ Tamika. Tamika, I can’t say that I respect ya cause I don’t kno’ shit bout ya but afta ya lil live video, I can confidently say that we’re off t’bad terms. Your lil win ova BRIM ain’t gonna mean shit when we open up Massacre cause afta we’re done, you’re gonna realize that you’re neitha undefeated, unstoppable nor unbeatable. You’ll fall just like anyone else who stands across that rang. One thang you need t’make clear in yo head, I’m Duce! Not BRIM an’ we’re tha Sons of Krayzie.”
“We get shit done! You better ask PIC about us, the current Savage Champ knows what it’s like to stand across from us.”
“And yo ass ain’t gonna see no difference eitha. You betta off stickin’ t’what’s safe an’ that’s bein’ tha so-called ‘it’ girl who does all the press releases an’ worry bout gettin’ this work.”
“So come Massacre, we open up what is going to be the proverbial night that ends PTSD when we walk out your NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!”
The two brothers smile into the camera as the scene fades out.
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“Aye Duce!” Byson yells from the downstairs area of the house while he continues to watch the video on his phone. “Duce!”
Meanwhile, upstairs.. Duce has followed the voice that’s been calling him directly into his old room. Opening the door, the loud creaking causes Duce to wince a bit before entering inside of the room. Standing directly in the center of the room, he looks around at the emptiness that was once occupied by all of his prized belongings. To his left, propped up in the corner of the room is a mirror that catches his attention. Slowly, he walks up to it when his reflection soon appears within the glass. There’s an aura that comes from the mirror that almost places Duce in a trance as he stands there mesmerized by his reflection. Every way that he moves, his reflection goes also. Suddenly, his train of thought is broken by the sounds of his twin brother screaming his name. Duce turns to make sure that he’s hearing clearly but the reflection remains focused on Duce. A sinister smile overcomes his face before imitating Jones once again. Duce finally hearing his brother clearly, he turns to look at the mirror again before leaving out of the room and going back downstairs. Just as he reaches the bottom of the staircase, Byson is there to meet him with his phone in his hand.
“They’re bringing in Tamika!” Byson exclaims, shoving the live feed in his face.
Duce smacks the phone away. “Okay, that’s cool.”
“You’re not concerned?”
“Naw.. now that I kno’ what we’re up against I’m good.”
“Just like that!” Byson says disappointed that Duce had him all hyped up about the possibilities with the Freebird Rules.
“Yeah.. Tamika probably gives Mike tha betta chance’a beatin’ us than it would have if it had been Bob.”
“So you’re welcoming the competition?”
“Yep. Why not? Her teamin’ wit’ Mike don’t mean shit. It doesn’t change tha fact that since they've been tag champs that tha tag division has been just bout dead. It’s just now startin’ t’gain life again an’ who betta than us t’lead tha charge inta tha next era of OCDubya?”
Byson thinks about what Duce is saying, knowing that he has a point within his words. If they are ever going to be the best, then they have to beat the best.
“I’m just saying.” Byson begins. “She recently pinned BRIM and if she can do that then she’s more than enough to worry about.”
Duce gives Byson a ‘wtf’ look. “You can’t be serious?” Duce sucks his teeth. “First off, that was a three way match which means that he couldn’t focus directly on her. One on one he beats her easily but this ain’t about that. She teams up with Mike, which means that we have t’keep our shit togetha. We can’t go out there slackin’ cause if we do then we gettin’ caught lackin’.”
“What the fuck does that even mean!?” Byson exclaims in confusion.
“Look bruh!” A frustrated Duce screams. “We can’t be caught slippin’!”
“So what else?” Byson asked.
“What else what?” Duce responded not knowing exactly Byson was implying.
“You said first off..”
Duce scoffs again. “Really, I only had one point. Whenever we meet up wit’ B we can get into the psychological shit then but only then. Now.. It’s time that we get up out of here and head to London so we can become the brand new OCDubya Tag Champs!”
Byson jumps with excitement.
“That’s what I’m talking about! I’m ready to be tag champ again!”
“That’s tha shit that I like t’hear plus we’ll some respectability back t’tha tag division but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Cool, cool.. So did you find whatever it was that you were looking for here?”
Duce’s smile immediately disappears as he thinks back to being inside of his room but shrugs it off because nothing truly happened.
“I guess.. But I’m ready, maybe I afta’ we win those tag straps an’ collect those checks I renovate this house an’ move my wife an’ children here.”
Duce looks around again at the place. Byson seems concerned.
“Brother, in my opinion, you need to leave nostalgia right where it’s at.”
Byson’s tone is dead serious but Duce laughs off the statement. Duce waves for them to leave as they both head towards the door. Kaliban exits first, soon followed by Duce. Pulling the door closed behind him, Jones catches a glimpse of a figure at the top of the stairs. Swinging the door open, he looks up at the stairs but there is nothing there. Duce questions whether he’s seen anyone or not but he knows that he hasn’t smoked in over two years.
Opening up inside of the cabin area of Byson’s private jet, the brothers are headed fro London, Ontario. Duce’s is absorbed with the projector screen that he plays the latest copy of the OCW video game. He didn’t make the cut for this copy but that didn’t prevent him from making a pixelated version of himself onto the game. With a created version of his brother, Byson, also at his helms. He places them up against Tamika Strader and Mike Zybala. His tongue slides out of his mouth ala Jordan when he’s in the zone.
Byson enters into frame from the rear end of the jet, walking up and watching on as his brother pulls off a combination of moves with both of the players that he’s created. Moves that Byson could never imagine himself ever doing. Kaliban watches on in horror as Duce uses the Byson character to pull off a patented Mighty No. 123(Shooting Star Senton) made famous by Kelson Hewitt onto Mike. The sight of this causes Byson to speak up.
“There’s no way in hell that you’re going to get me to do some type of crazy shit like that. I can barely do a forward roll and you got me flipping like Ed Houston!?”
Startled, Duce places the game on pause before looking back at his brother.
“Haha.. My bad mane, I was only usin’ my imagination.. I kno’ that you can’t really do no shit like that but your original moveset is honestly borin’ an’ doesn’t bring any fun to tha game.”
“Yeah, kinda like your feud with Zybala.” Byson rebuttal in frustration.
Duce only laughs.
“Mane.. Mike’s a good guy but gotta realize that this situation that we got goin’ is kinda like tha thang that I go goin’ on wit’ Gordo..”
“Gordo?”
“My bad, Bifford.. Only difference is I’m not a dick bout how many times I’ve beaten him. Hell I’ve truly lost count.”
“Like you’ve lost count of how many times Bifford has beaten you?”
“Five.” Duce replied quickly. “But let’s not go there, I was watching him an’ Tamika’s promos from earlier an’ I agree wit Mike. This thang that me an’ him got goin’ is gettin’ pretty stale at this point but somehow he fails t’realize that no matta how many times we’ve faced off. He basically ended my career in GCDubyaA an’ befo’ then we hadn’t faced off until that special Tuesday Massacre. So in hindsight, there’s a lotta pent up frustration still built up within my mind. Now I may not be able t’bury his ass unda dirt but beatin’ him an’ his wildcard partna fo’ those tag straps would be tha closest thang t’redemption that’ll eva get these days.”
“Well then.” Byson says figuring in his head that he’s touched a nerve. “I’m there to be right by your side to go into this battle. No matter who it is that’s standing across the ring from us. And maybe, just maybe after we win those titles for the second time. I’ll learn some more moves to add to the arsenal.”
“First, this is a different company so it technically doesn’t count as a second reign. Second, you said that t’last time afta’ we won those straps in GCDubyaA.”
“But Houston and Zyba..”
Duce cuts him off.
“Third, once we win those belts, you’re in tha gym. We’re in tha gym perfecting this craft. Becomin’ betta fighters inside’a that rang. If we’re goin’ t’run roughshed ova this division, we have to be damn near perfect.”
“Got ya bro.” Byson says understanding the assignment.
After a long but quick flight on the Kaliban Jet, the twin brothers have gotten acclimated to Canada. With a room booked for their stay in the GREAT WHITE NORTH, the brothers are ready for quite possibly the biggest match in their career as a team so far. The two walk along the Blackfriars Bridge, the wrought-iron bridge that spans for miles over the North Branch of the Thames River, the both of them looking off into the distance. Byson is decked out in his finest purple linen suit while Duce has on a pair of white and black Air Force Ones to compliment the Black baggy jeans that he wears, completing the outfit is a ‘CWF’ branded ;Smokin’ Aces’ t-shirt which is a call back to Duce’s former team with Freddie Styles. A man who he won tag gold with on three different occasions. As they pace the bridge, Duce looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
“Next week, on Massacre.. My brotha an’ me step up t’tha plate an’ are lookin’ t’knock tha ball right out the park. We step inside’a tha rang wit’ Mike Zybala an’Tamika Strada’.. Tha newest version of TMZ.”
“2.0” Byson adds.
Duce gives him a shifty look.
“What? That’s what Tamika said in her live video.”
“Anyway..” Duce rolls his eyes. “Like I was sayin’, we step inside’a tha rang wit’ TMZ..” He looks over at Byson. “2.0 wit the chance t’walk out as new champs an’ t’be honest wit you folks at home… Those belts are comin’ back t’exactly where they belong.”
Byson chimes in.
“And that’s around the waist of these two men walking before you right now.” Byson says while pointing back and forward between himself and his brother. “For too long this division has been at a proverbial stalemate and there’s no collection of whatever members PTSD wants to place in our way to prevent us from doing just that.”
“Fa sho, we not here t’be cool wit’ mu’fuckas. We not here t’sign t-shirts an’ babies we’re hear t’claim gold an’ be tha top muh’fuckas round these parts. It’s high time that those tag titles were elevated to a level that they’ve been on before an’ as long as Mike Zybala is associated wit it. Then it’s guaranteed t’fail, no eyes. Zero attention. Hell even Mike knows how good I am at gettin’ attention cause if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t be sulking t’Tamika bout how many times he’s lost t’me.”
“I hate to break it to ya but this time will be no different. You see Mike, the last time that we faced off with stakes this high on the line, you had Ed Houston to pull you up when you were destined to go down and now you think having Tamika on your side gains you some sort of advantage.”
“Hell, you’d been betta off wit’ that ghost ass Bob. But we’ll let him live cause this ain’t about him. Naw this about you an’ Tamika. Tamika, I can’t say that I respect ya cause I don’t kno’ shit bout ya but afta ya lil live video, I can confidently say that we’re off t’bad terms. Your lil win ova BRIM ain’t gonna mean shit when we open up Massacre cause afta we’re done, you’re gonna realize that you’re neitha undefeated, unstoppable nor unbeatable. You’ll fall just like anyone else who stands across that rang. One thang you need t’make clear in yo head, I’m Duce! Not BRIM an’ we’re tha Sons of Krayzie.”
“We get shit done! You better ask PIC about us, the current Savage Champ knows what it’s like to stand across from us.”
“And yo ass ain’t gonna see no difference eitha. You betta off stickin’ t’what’s safe an’ that’s bein’ tha so-called ‘it’ girl who does all the press releases an’ worry bout gettin’ this work.”
“So come Massacre, we open up what is going to be the proverbial night that ends PTSD when we walk out your NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!”
The two brothers smile into the camera as the scene fades out.
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