Post by George Duke on May 22, 2007 13:23:01 GMT -6
George spent the afternoon on the phone with his long time friend Frank Christian. They havn’t really spoken since George made the move to Kansas City, but George had a lot to tell him. He told him about Dayton, the offer – and the tickets. They hatched a plan… they talked of POW, of Big Ci and discussed all sorts of things about the match.
“I’ve seen the tapes, George. The crown was an interesting touch.”
“I’m wearing it right now.”
“Great. I guess getting him pissed is a good start. You have a plan for the ring?”
“Oh, of course. But I’m open to suggestion. Any ideas?”
“Well, Ci’s not a pushover, and he wants this pretty badly. You’re going to have your hands full, that’s for sure. What I would suggest is this – take his legs out, you know. Break him down so he has no foundation. You get a couple good shots to the leg and he won’t be picking you up. You take them out good enough, he might have trouble getting around at all.”
“Already thought of it.”
“Right. Well, after that, you need to pick a spot. I would think you’d want to set him up for The Duke Lock, so work his spine and his neck. I dunno, kick him and sh*t, drop a knee on him. Make full use of those piledrivers. You’re the better man, here – you can come up with plenty.”
“And I have. I just wanted to here you say it, then I know I’m on the right track. So how’s home?”
They continue their talk for another hour or so, talking about George’s house, Frank’s house, the bar, the neighborhood, the upcoming mayoral election and things of the sort. As they say goodbye, Frank comments.
“You know, George – you really are the King of Kansas City right now. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not.”
When George hangs up the phone, he feels exhilarated. He made contact with his close friend, he made contact with home.
The heat between Big Ci and George Duke is growing. Big Ci wants the victory bad enough, being as it is a unification match, as well as the fact that this is a rematch. He can only want it more as he watches George stoop to ludicrous levels to get under The UWC Extreme Champion’s skin. Continuing on that road, George has donned his robe and crown and hit the streets of Kansas City. He walks with a kingly air about him, waving and making off handed orders to children. He stops to talk with a grocier who is bagging fruit for an older woman. The woman is avoiding eye contact, but the grocier seems curious.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?”
George bows and tips his crown.
“I’m the King of Kansas City”
“So, you’re in charge now?”
George laughs hardily.
“No, my boy – I’m just a figurehead.”
“So you don’t do anything?”
“No, no – I’m just your better.”
The man looks him over for a second.
“Are you handing out coupons or something?”
George snarls at him and pushes him aside. King George continues on his way down the street. He spots a bus stop and climbs on top of the protective enclosure. He clears his throat loudly and begins to draw a small crowd.
“Hear ye, hear ye! The King speaks!”
It is apparent that a few people know who he is, but most do not. He waves his scepter wildly as he raves.
“In just a few short days, your King will be going to St. Louis! He will be defending his Valor Championship against that lowly son of a bitch… excuse me – son of the bitch…”
George points to the airbrushed picture of the queen on his cast.
“… in a unification title match! Big Ci has had some strong words for your king! I promise you I will make him eat those words! He says that he will show why he was the Extreme Champion. He says that he’s a smarter man now – wiser from our last match. I say that may be – but things have changed. The King of Kansas City is not a one trick pony. You said yourself that I am a smart man. So, of course, I might be switching things up a little. I might follow my friend’s advice and take your legs out from under you! Or – I might rip apart your arm, like I did with Macros. He thought he was wise enough, too – but I beat him into the ground and handed him his first defeat. Hell, I sent him packing to New England. What makes you think you’ll be any different? Especially now that we’ve developed this little friendship, eh? Oh, Ci – you’re in for the fight of your life at Supermania. I encourage all of you loyal subjects to tune in! I want the whole world to see me destroy that fool, Big Ci!”
George smiles and leans in close.
“You better train your ass off for this match. You must be ready to duck and dodge everything I throw at you. You must expect the unexpected. You must be ready to face a king – The King of Kansas City, the Great George Duke!”
George spots a police car pulling over nearby. He waves goodbye to his ‘subjects’ and climbs down and takes off. Supermania will be a big loss if George is in jail…
“I’ve seen the tapes, George. The crown was an interesting touch.”
“I’m wearing it right now.”
“Great. I guess getting him pissed is a good start. You have a plan for the ring?”
“Oh, of course. But I’m open to suggestion. Any ideas?”
“Well, Ci’s not a pushover, and he wants this pretty badly. You’re going to have your hands full, that’s for sure. What I would suggest is this – take his legs out, you know. Break him down so he has no foundation. You get a couple good shots to the leg and he won’t be picking you up. You take them out good enough, he might have trouble getting around at all.”
“Already thought of it.”
“Right. Well, after that, you need to pick a spot. I would think you’d want to set him up for The Duke Lock, so work his spine and his neck. I dunno, kick him and sh*t, drop a knee on him. Make full use of those piledrivers. You’re the better man, here – you can come up with plenty.”
“And I have. I just wanted to here you say it, then I know I’m on the right track. So how’s home?”
They continue their talk for another hour or so, talking about George’s house, Frank’s house, the bar, the neighborhood, the upcoming mayoral election and things of the sort. As they say goodbye, Frank comments.
“You know, George – you really are the King of Kansas City right now. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not.”
When George hangs up the phone, he feels exhilarated. He made contact with his close friend, he made contact with home.
The heat between Big Ci and George Duke is growing. Big Ci wants the victory bad enough, being as it is a unification match, as well as the fact that this is a rematch. He can only want it more as he watches George stoop to ludicrous levels to get under The UWC Extreme Champion’s skin. Continuing on that road, George has donned his robe and crown and hit the streets of Kansas City. He walks with a kingly air about him, waving and making off handed orders to children. He stops to talk with a grocier who is bagging fruit for an older woman. The woman is avoiding eye contact, but the grocier seems curious.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?”
George bows and tips his crown.
“I’m the King of Kansas City”
“So, you’re in charge now?”
George laughs hardily.
“No, my boy – I’m just a figurehead.”
“So you don’t do anything?”
“No, no – I’m just your better.”
The man looks him over for a second.
“Are you handing out coupons or something?”
George snarls at him and pushes him aside. King George continues on his way down the street. He spots a bus stop and climbs on top of the protective enclosure. He clears his throat loudly and begins to draw a small crowd.
“Hear ye, hear ye! The King speaks!”
It is apparent that a few people know who he is, but most do not. He waves his scepter wildly as he raves.
“In just a few short days, your King will be going to St. Louis! He will be defending his Valor Championship against that lowly son of a bitch… excuse me – son of the bitch…”
George points to the airbrushed picture of the queen on his cast.
“… in a unification title match! Big Ci has had some strong words for your king! I promise you I will make him eat those words! He says that he will show why he was the Extreme Champion. He says that he’s a smarter man now – wiser from our last match. I say that may be – but things have changed. The King of Kansas City is not a one trick pony. You said yourself that I am a smart man. So, of course, I might be switching things up a little. I might follow my friend’s advice and take your legs out from under you! Or – I might rip apart your arm, like I did with Macros. He thought he was wise enough, too – but I beat him into the ground and handed him his first defeat. Hell, I sent him packing to New England. What makes you think you’ll be any different? Especially now that we’ve developed this little friendship, eh? Oh, Ci – you’re in for the fight of your life at Supermania. I encourage all of you loyal subjects to tune in! I want the whole world to see me destroy that fool, Big Ci!”
George smiles and leans in close.
“You better train your ass off for this match. You must be ready to duck and dodge everything I throw at you. You must expect the unexpected. You must be ready to face a king – The King of Kansas City, the Great George Duke!”
George spots a police car pulling over nearby. He waves goodbye to his ‘subjects’ and climbs down and takes off. Supermania will be a big loss if George is in jail…
