Post by Jay Stevens on Jan 26, 2021 20:57:02 GMT -5
Nearly midnight and Jay Stevens, having bested one of his mentors in the ring and secured his place in the SemiFinals of the Cruiserweight Cup,
"Hold up, youngin'," the familiar voice of Tyrone Walker reaches out from the darkness. With a beer in one hand, he extends it's five companions in offering. "Celebrate?"
Stevens accepts a bottle with hesitation.
"Ty, what's up?" Jay asks curtly.
"Dag, nephew, I know we're in Canada but, what's up with the cold shoulder?" Walker retorts with a smile.
Seemingly impatient, Stevens sighs and takes a drink before motioning to continue walking.
"I told you guys I wanted to do this on my own."
"And you are. Not like I helped you pin me out there. I was trying to whoop that ass," Walker laughs and gives Jay a playful shove.
Arriving at his rental car, Stevens tosses his bag into the backseat and turns back to see that Ty has parked himself, and the four remaining brews, on the hood.
"Man, get over here and talk to YaBoiTy, you obviously got something to say, so lemme have it." Walker points to the area in front of him as he finishes his first beer and cracks another.
Jay very matter of factly asks “Ty, what was that in the press room?”
Walker, surprised by the question, “What? That? Just having fun, bud. You remember what ‘fun’ is? You used to be a happy kid.”
“I’m working. In the ring, in front of the reporters, in the locker room, everywhere. I’m working. And I’m trying to stay professional. So it’s not about being ‘happy’ or clowning around. It’s about the work.”
Walker’s brow furrows and considers his Godson's words. His eyes shift before he nods his understanding.
“I get it, you wanna be the ultimate professional. Coming up with me and your pops, the ultimate unprofessionals, so you wanna show you’re better than that, but” Walker inserts with conviction. “You’re trying too hard to prove that you’re not us, and all you’re doing is losing any sense of who you are.”
Stevens stares at Walker, largely dismissing his opinions.
“You’re your own man, no doubt about it. You got the dub against me tonight and, for that, you get all the respect in the world; but at the same time, you gotta ease up and allow yourself to enjoy the highs or the lows will crush you.”
Walker pauses to put a hand on Stevens’ shoulder.
“Trust me. You don’t wanna go down that road. Your daddy and I been there, it sucks. So, maybe laugh once in a while when ‘Dyno’ tries to break the ice for you,” Walker continues, using the affectionate nickname for “Kid Dynamite” Nicole Anderson. “Anyway, I’m just trying to say we’re here for you. We always will be.”
“Yeah, I know. Family, ‘Team Danger for life’ and all that. Where was that when Eric put his dogs on me?” Jay shoots back.
Walker shakes his head, “Is that what this is about? What Big Dee did? Shit, what did you think was going to happen? You get in there and get in his face and he doesn’t care who the hell you are. Look at all the times he and your dad went at it. How many times did you see me have to get in between them?”
Stevens nods, thinking back on the many, many, many times Eric Dane and his father, Stephen Greer, had to be separated and kept from murdering one another, and those were during the good times.
“It’s not that either, I don’t know man, I’m just on edge,” Jay admits, looking to his godfather for some reassurance. “I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“More like your dad than you think,” Ty loudly laughs. “Who you got next, Adrien? How do you feel about that one?”
Stevens rolls his eyes and smirks, “What do I have to worry about? He’s going to play the drums and talk about his kids and Blink-182 and the time he got sun poisoning at Warped Tour waiting to service the tour buses…”
Walker interrupts his train of thought with a giant smile, “More like your dad than you think.”
Stevens brushes him off, “He can go a little bit in the ring, sure, but not like me. And he doesn’t want it as much as I do. He’s not hungry, he’s complacent. I’m going to beat him, move onto the finals and then win it all.”
“Eye on the prize. I like that,” Ty affirms. “But don’t get cocky. That shit will bite you right in the ass and take a piece home with it.”
“Happened to you tonight,” Jay says with an arrogant smirk.
Walker grabs the young man by the collar and pulls him into a headlock, letting out a “This fucking kid” before getting pushed off.
“You see that? Male bonding.” The voice belongs to Kelly Evans. Queen Bee of Tee Dee and longtime girlfriend, partner in crime and accomplice of Ty. “Disgusting.”
Evans gives Jay a hug and congratulates him on beating “the old guy.” In tow is Nicole Anderson, dragging her bag behind her along with several steamer trays from catering on a cart.
“Dag, woman. You’re not supposed to take the trays!” Walker says bewildered.
“They said take whatever food I wanted to take, they didn’t say I couldn’t take the whole thing!” Anderson replies excitedly. “I’m not going to say no to free stuff!”
Walker, Evans and Stevens share a look of common understanding.
“Okay, maybe she’s more like your dad than I thought,” Walker chirps to uproarious laughter.
Anderson loads her bags and ill-gotten bounty into the back of the rental. She pops back into the group and makes an offer.
“Chicken wing? No? More for me... They’re only a little cold… still good… and saucy...”
She continues to trail off while Kelly, Ty and Jay continue to talk and catch up.
"Hold up, youngin'," the familiar voice of Tyrone Walker reaches out from the darkness. With a beer in one hand, he extends it's five companions in offering. "Celebrate?"
Stevens accepts a bottle with hesitation.
"Ty, what's up?" Jay asks curtly.
"Dag, nephew, I know we're in Canada but, what's up with the cold shoulder?" Walker retorts with a smile.
Seemingly impatient, Stevens sighs and takes a drink before motioning to continue walking.
"I told you guys I wanted to do this on my own."
"And you are. Not like I helped you pin me out there. I was trying to whoop that ass," Walker laughs and gives Jay a playful shove.
Arriving at his rental car, Stevens tosses his bag into the backseat and turns back to see that Ty has parked himself, and the four remaining brews, on the hood.
"Man, get over here and talk to YaBoiTy, you obviously got something to say, so lemme have it." Walker points to the area in front of him as he finishes his first beer and cracks another.
Jay very matter of factly asks “Ty, what was that in the press room?”
Walker, surprised by the question, “What? That? Just having fun, bud. You remember what ‘fun’ is? You used to be a happy kid.”
“I’m working. In the ring, in front of the reporters, in the locker room, everywhere. I’m working. And I’m trying to stay professional. So it’s not about being ‘happy’ or clowning around. It’s about the work.”
Walker’s brow furrows and considers his Godson's words. His eyes shift before he nods his understanding.
“I get it, you wanna be the ultimate professional. Coming up with me and your pops, the ultimate unprofessionals, so you wanna show you’re better than that, but” Walker inserts with conviction. “You’re trying too hard to prove that you’re not us, and all you’re doing is losing any sense of who you are.”
Stevens stares at Walker, largely dismissing his opinions.
“You’re your own man, no doubt about it. You got the dub against me tonight and, for that, you get all the respect in the world; but at the same time, you gotta ease up and allow yourself to enjoy the highs or the lows will crush you.”
Walker pauses to put a hand on Stevens’ shoulder.
“Trust me. You don’t wanna go down that road. Your daddy and I been there, it sucks. So, maybe laugh once in a while when ‘Dyno’ tries to break the ice for you,” Walker continues, using the affectionate nickname for “Kid Dynamite” Nicole Anderson. “Anyway, I’m just trying to say we’re here for you. We always will be.”
“Yeah, I know. Family, ‘Team Danger for life’ and all that. Where was that when Eric put his dogs on me?” Jay shoots back.
Walker shakes his head, “Is that what this is about? What Big Dee did? Shit, what did you think was going to happen? You get in there and get in his face and he doesn’t care who the hell you are. Look at all the times he and your dad went at it. How many times did you see me have to get in between them?”
Stevens nods, thinking back on the many, many, many times Eric Dane and his father, Stephen Greer, had to be separated and kept from murdering one another, and those were during the good times.
“It’s not that either, I don’t know man, I’m just on edge,” Jay admits, looking to his godfather for some reassurance. “I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“More like your dad than you think,” Ty loudly laughs. “Who you got next, Adrien? How do you feel about that one?”
Stevens rolls his eyes and smirks, “What do I have to worry about? He’s going to play the drums and talk about his kids and Blink-182 and the time he got sun poisoning at Warped Tour waiting to service the tour buses…”
Walker interrupts his train of thought with a giant smile, “More like your dad than you think.”
Stevens brushes him off, “He can go a little bit in the ring, sure, but not like me. And he doesn’t want it as much as I do. He’s not hungry, he’s complacent. I’m going to beat him, move onto the finals and then win it all.”
“Eye on the prize. I like that,” Ty affirms. “But don’t get cocky. That shit will bite you right in the ass and take a piece home with it.”
“Happened to you tonight,” Jay says with an arrogant smirk.
Walker grabs the young man by the collar and pulls him into a headlock, letting out a “This fucking kid” before getting pushed off.
“You see that? Male bonding.” The voice belongs to Kelly Evans. Queen Bee of Tee Dee and longtime girlfriend, partner in crime and accomplice of Ty. “Disgusting.”
Evans gives Jay a hug and congratulates him on beating “the old guy.” In tow is Nicole Anderson, dragging her bag behind her along with several steamer trays from catering on a cart.
“Dag, woman. You’re not supposed to take the trays!” Walker says bewildered.
“They said take whatever food I wanted to take, they didn’t say I couldn’t take the whole thing!” Anderson replies excitedly. “I’m not going to say no to free stuff!”
Walker, Evans and Stevens share a look of common understanding.
“Okay, maybe she’s more like your dad than I thought,” Walker chirps to uproarious laughter.
Anderson loads her bags and ill-gotten bounty into the back of the rental. She pops back into the group and makes an offer.
“Chicken wing? No? More for me... They’re only a little cold… still good… and saucy...”
She continues to trail off while Kelly, Ty and Jay continue to talk and catch up.