“Hey!” <b>CWF Commissioner, Jon Stewart shouted in my direction as security forcefully removes me from the Toyota Center. “What the hell was that about?”
The security team finally releases me and my brother. I rub my wrist and stare him directly in the eyes.
“Y'kno’ what's goin’ on.. I'm tired'a playin’ dis bullshit wit y'all..”
“What are you talking about Duce?”
I roll my eyes.
“Don't play fuckin’ dumb wit me!”
Stewart holds his hands up defensively.
“Calm down Duce, I'm sure we can talk about this..”
“What's there ta talk bout.. at tha end'a day, I'd be labeled tha one outta his mind. I'm just about ta take my suspension an’ go make money elsewhere.. Dis place ain't right..”
“Duce.. now I kno’ you're upset..”
I become irate.
“Upset!? Why cuz I'm gonna always be tha odd man out? Cuz I don't agree ta lying down ta somebody because'a who they are an’ what they've already accomplished?”
“But he beat you straight out! Duce.. there's no conspiracy against you man!”
“Look… if you think that what occurred, only happened for the ratings.. then why wouldn't you have come out on top?”
I scoff at his audacity.
“Houston, Texas! Lindsay as tha ref! High Class Vet vs. Pot Smokin’ Hot Head! Dis shit was a set up from jump!”
“I'm sorry that you feel that way but he was just the better man tonight..”
“Yeah? Like I was tha betta' person dat night against Mia? Or what about when I won dat belt from Ryan.. was I really tha betta’ man dat night?”
“I don't know what you're talking about, but what I do know is that I don't have time to keep going back and forth with you. You're already suspended indefinitely, go home.. Smoke or whatever it is you do and calm down. Because I got more important, real shit to worry about.”
I stand there for a moment. Mostly put off by that last statement. I glance at Byson, who looks at me. We both turn our attention to Stewart.
“Aight bet.. you right.. But when you pick up dat phone ta get me back on tha show.. Don't expect a response..”
I turn and walk away.. Byson following close behind.. Fuck it.. I read somewhere, maybe on Facebook or some shit, that you should never put a job before your mental health.. And at this current moment, my mental health was dwindling. Almost every aspect of my life, revolved around CWF. I knew the place like the back of my hand.
But I've also learned that a person will call you stupid or crazy before they would ever admit that you're right. I'm used to it, it's the story of my life. For some odd reason, my logic never makes sense. I don't know, I do know that deep down I'm not dumb enough to be wrong about everything.
Or maybe I am, maybe I'm reaching a bit much, but at this point I really don't care. What I do care about, is how I feel at the end of the day and this shit don't feel right.
But I'm not going to sit here and act like this was the worst two years of my life, cause they weren't but when it's time to part ways, it's time to part ways. My time is up and this chapter ends.
And I want it to be known… there wasn't one person in that locker room, who I felt any ill will towards. You're all wonderful people but me and management.. We're not on the same page..
So It's Been Real..
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."