Post by George Duke on Mar 17, 2007 19:27:29 GMT -6
Kansas City jail isn't as bad as Philadelphia jail. The food is better, it's quieter at night and most of the other inmates are scrawny. George didn't have a whole lot of trouble during his stay, aside from one incident.
Upon arriving in the shared cell, a large black man named "Russ" approached him, doing his 'rooster walk'. Duke didn't even wait for his mouth to open, but immediately fired off a right hand to the mouth that split Russ' lip in two. From that point on, most everybody kept away. After his brief stay, he is released from the holding cell and on his way home. The guard escorting him out of the cell strikes up a friendly conversation, having watched the event at home on television.
"Was it worth it?"
George grins.
"It was worth it."
Duke collects his personal items and goes. The large doors shut behind him and the sun blinds his eyes for a moment. Tito was nice enough to have a car pick him up outside, but it hasn't arrived yet. Duke lights a cigar and sits against the wall. He sighs deeply and blows out a long, large and thick cloud of smoke. His voice sounds like the crunching gravel of the ground below him.
"Well, I guess you saw what happens. That match was mine. It was MY match to show that I could beat whomever my challenger was. It was MY match to get the advantage and maybe give one of them a layover injury that would give me the upper hand at All In. It was my match - Jason Dread took it away from me. You saw what happened then. Macros - you are trying to take the Valor Title away from me. Now, you don't have to worry about police batons or anything of that sort, but you might get something even worse."
George takes another puff of his cigar as he stacks several rocks on top of each other. He points to them.
"You see, the human spine is made up of a series of blocks. If one of these blocks are agitated or displaced - you lose your balance and your the feeling in your body. In extreme cases, these effects are permanent and you don't get to walk anymore."
Duke pounds his fist on the top of the pile. As he does so, one of the rocks in the middle go shooting out.
"Pile drivers, neck breakers - they'll knock it out of place. Then imagine putting additional focused pressure on it!"
George pushes on the rocks until the all move out of the stack.
"That's the Duke Lock. Macros, you're in some serious trouble. When I play by the rules, I'm more dangerous than you could possibly imagine. You're in for a ride - and if all goes according to plan, it might be your last."
A cab arrives and George scoffs. He was expecting to travel to the airport in luxury. But deep down, he knows it is more than he deserves after what he's done. He avoids conversation with the cabbie the entire ride, instead preferring to sit in silence, thinking about the events of the past few days and planning his next match. This match against Macros will be a difficult one. Duke knows he has to keep his head. The Valor Title is the only one that will change hands on a DQ. Knowing Duke's reputation, it's an advantage for his opponent. Duke won the title fairly and he will have to defend it in the same way. Well... not fairly, but by the rules. George knows all the loop holes, and he plans on taking full advantage.
Duke grumbles as he exits the cab, failing to tip the pre-paid driver. He rushes into the terminal to purchase his ticket to Philadelphia. Soon, he won't have to fly back and forth. He's picked out a few cheap apartments to look at on his next trip over. He'll be able to commute to POW events, as well as fly home whenever he wants. Frank Christian will take care of his Philly home while he's away - and as long as George keeps his high place in this company, he'll be making the cash to make it possible.
The entire flight home was unpleasant. Duke grumbled at flight attendants and ignored fellow passengers. His mind drifted in a million directions, a lot of them unpleasant. He thought about how the DQ will add another loss to his record, even though he knows it was worth it. He thought about his loss against Macros in the tag team event, even though it wasn't his fault. However, the staggering thoughts came via tax time. Taxes are an event nobody looks forward to, but this year's taxes are a nightmare for George. His investment in GCW caused a plethora of financial stress and the paperwork is overwhelming. Thank God for accountants. As the plane touches down, his mind drifts back to more pleasant(?) thoughts. Playing by the rules can be even more dangerous to Duke's opponents. When George focuses on technical wrestling, he really shines. His experience and training has afforded him a wealth of knowledge in the field, and he is always happy to use it. Strategic planning and lots of holds - long, painful holds. Duke has mentioned the spine, but he has an additional plan as well.
The flight attendant's voice breaks Duke's thoughts and he grumpily shuffles off the plane into yet another cab. More silence on the way home, more thoughts. He ditches the cab a few blocks from his house, choosing to walk the rest of the way. As he carries his bags past the endless stretch of row homes, George Duke thinks about Macros. About their match - and how to gain the upper hand.
Upon arriving in the shared cell, a large black man named "Russ" approached him, doing his 'rooster walk'. Duke didn't even wait for his mouth to open, but immediately fired off a right hand to the mouth that split Russ' lip in two. From that point on, most everybody kept away. After his brief stay, he is released from the holding cell and on his way home. The guard escorting him out of the cell strikes up a friendly conversation, having watched the event at home on television.
"Was it worth it?"
George grins.
"It was worth it."
Duke collects his personal items and goes. The large doors shut behind him and the sun blinds his eyes for a moment. Tito was nice enough to have a car pick him up outside, but it hasn't arrived yet. Duke lights a cigar and sits against the wall. He sighs deeply and blows out a long, large and thick cloud of smoke. His voice sounds like the crunching gravel of the ground below him.
"Well, I guess you saw what happens. That match was mine. It was MY match to show that I could beat whomever my challenger was. It was MY match to get the advantage and maybe give one of them a layover injury that would give me the upper hand at All In. It was my match - Jason Dread took it away from me. You saw what happened then. Macros - you are trying to take the Valor Title away from me. Now, you don't have to worry about police batons or anything of that sort, but you might get something even worse."
George takes another puff of his cigar as he stacks several rocks on top of each other. He points to them.
"You see, the human spine is made up of a series of blocks. If one of these blocks are agitated or displaced - you lose your balance and your the feeling in your body. In extreme cases, these effects are permanent and you don't get to walk anymore."
Duke pounds his fist on the top of the pile. As he does so, one of the rocks in the middle go shooting out.
"Pile drivers, neck breakers - they'll knock it out of place. Then imagine putting additional focused pressure on it!"
George pushes on the rocks until the all move out of the stack.
"That's the Duke Lock. Macros, you're in some serious trouble. When I play by the rules, I'm more dangerous than you could possibly imagine. You're in for a ride - and if all goes according to plan, it might be your last."
A cab arrives and George scoffs. He was expecting to travel to the airport in luxury. But deep down, he knows it is more than he deserves after what he's done. He avoids conversation with the cabbie the entire ride, instead preferring to sit in silence, thinking about the events of the past few days and planning his next match. This match against Macros will be a difficult one. Duke knows he has to keep his head. The Valor Title is the only one that will change hands on a DQ. Knowing Duke's reputation, it's an advantage for his opponent. Duke won the title fairly and he will have to defend it in the same way. Well... not fairly, but by the rules. George knows all the loop holes, and he plans on taking full advantage.
Duke grumbles as he exits the cab, failing to tip the pre-paid driver. He rushes into the terminal to purchase his ticket to Philadelphia. Soon, he won't have to fly back and forth. He's picked out a few cheap apartments to look at on his next trip over. He'll be able to commute to POW events, as well as fly home whenever he wants. Frank Christian will take care of his Philly home while he's away - and as long as George keeps his high place in this company, he'll be making the cash to make it possible.
The entire flight home was unpleasant. Duke grumbled at flight attendants and ignored fellow passengers. His mind drifted in a million directions, a lot of them unpleasant. He thought about how the DQ will add another loss to his record, even though he knows it was worth it. He thought about his loss against Macros in the tag team event, even though it wasn't his fault. However, the staggering thoughts came via tax time. Taxes are an event nobody looks forward to, but this year's taxes are a nightmare for George. His investment in GCW caused a plethora of financial stress and the paperwork is overwhelming. Thank God for accountants. As the plane touches down, his mind drifts back to more pleasant(?) thoughts. Playing by the rules can be even more dangerous to Duke's opponents. When George focuses on technical wrestling, he really shines. His experience and training has afforded him a wealth of knowledge in the field, and he is always happy to use it. Strategic planning and lots of holds - long, painful holds. Duke has mentioned the spine, but he has an additional plan as well.
The flight attendant's voice breaks Duke's thoughts and he grumpily shuffles off the plane into yet another cab. More silence on the way home, more thoughts. He ditches the cab a few blocks from his house, choosing to walk the rest of the way. As he carries his bags past the endless stretch of row homes, George Duke thinks about Macros. About their match - and how to gain the upper hand.
