Post by Dontevius Ellis on Jun 20, 2016 21:29:24 GMT -5
“Dontevius! Wake up!”
Benton Ryan, professional agent for Dontevius Ellis, snapped his fingers in front of Dontevius’ face. Dontevius jumped and looked around startled.
“What? Huh?” Dontevius quickly responded.
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
He didn’t.
“Yeah, for sure,” he said with a nod and a feigned look of contemplation. “Championship opportunities. Capitalize and succeed.”
“Not even in the ballpark,” Benton replied as he rubbed his forehead. “She’s still on your mind, isn’t she?”
“Who?” Dontevius asked.
“Yes,” Benton said with a smirk.
“That doesn’t--”
“Let me see if I can get in the zip code. You’re still thinking about Kelli, thinking about how she was abducted when you said you’d make sure you were there for her. That, of course, leads you to think about your old flame and how you feel like you should’ve done things differently.”
He nailed it.
“Not even close,” Dontevius stated firmly. “I was thinking about the match.”
“Just like you thought about the match against Nathan Saniti?”
“Look, if you want to keep bringing up my failures, you can always take off. No one would blame you,” Dontevius shouted in anger.
The people in the restaurant were now looking at the pair of them. Benton leaned in to speak discreetly.
“I’m not trying to tear your house down, alright? I’m just trying to give you some degree of perspective. You’ve notched some big wins but you’re losing focus and this week is not the week to lose focus. And I’m not even talking about the championship at this point. I’m talking about surviving. Brenna Gordon is no joke. That being said, she’s not your biggest threat in this match. That’s not a sleight against her. That’s just the reality of the situation. To some degree, you’re going to have to get on the same page with her to neutralize the Darkness. You’ve seen what they can do, I’m sure. Rick Majors is still on the shelf.”
“I get it, I do,” Dontevius said in a low tone. “You’ve got to understand, they’re thugs. I know… I’ve known thugs. I know how their minds work. It won’t even just be them. It’ll be the Shaws at ringside too. See? I am paying attention.”
“This isn’t the ideal situation for a championship match. You and Brenna? That would be an instant classic. Her methodical tactics against your highlight reel assault… Let’s face it, it’s a dream match. But with the North American Champion and her chosen with her, this is huge and dangerous. You can’t let Kelli and Kelsey cloud your thoughts.”
“I get it, man. I do. Can we talk about, oh I don’t know, anything else?”
“We shouldn’t be talking about anything else!” Benton shouted before he thought. He lowered his tone and began again. “Let’s talk strategy. You and Brenna will need to team up and--”
“Check please!” Dontevius shouted with a hand up.
Benton Ryan scowled as the waitress approached with a smile.
“How was the jambalaya?” she asked.
“Delicious,” Dontevius replied with a reciprocal smile.
“I knew you’d love it. It’s our most popular dish here at the Lost Cajun.”
“For good reason,” Dontevius acknowledged with a nod.
She handed him his check and handed Benton his. Dontevius quickly offered his card and Benton did the same.
“I’ll be right back with those. Did you need any to-go drinks?”
“No, thank you,” both men said simultaneously.
She smiled and wandered off.
“Are you at least going to think about what I’ve said?”
“Already have,” Dontevius responded without hesitation. “My mind is on this match. Nothing is going to shake me this week.”
Foreboding, don’t you think?
The waitress returned with the bills, the two men wrote in their tips, totals, and signed their respective checks. Dontevius stood and quickly strode toward the door. Benton, moments late with recognition. Hurried after him.
“You don’t have to win that championship, D. You have to realize that.”
Dontevius didn’t respond as he pulled the door open on his Lincoln Navigator.
“You just need to make sure you surv--”
Dontevius shut the car door and heard nothing further from his agent. He started the car, backed out of his parking spot and pulled out into the night.
A little while later, Dontevius pulled up to his apartment. He parked the navigator and stepped out, shutting the door. His eyes, however, were locked on his front door. There seemed to be a note attached to it. Dontevius looked around cautiously as he approached the door. He reached out and pulled the note from the door, quickly looking around.
Nothing happened.
He unfolded the note and read it.
Dontevius’ eyes narrowed.
“This is a trap,” he muttered to himself.
He folded the paper up and stuffed it in his pocket.
“I’ve always been a sucker for traps.”
He walked back to the navigator, climbed in, started the engine, and pulled out.
He arrived in downtown Greenville a half hour later and parked his car near the falls. He walked close and saw a woman standing in the darkness, her back to him.
“What do you want, Brenna? You want me to protect your title reign?”
The woman turned around. As he saw her face, his confident stride faltered and he stumbled.
“Hi mister,” Kelsey said with a smile.
“The fuck?” Dontevius uttered as he approached cautiously.
“I’m so sorry,” Kelsey started without being prompted. “I didn’t want to mislead you. I just figured you wouldn’t come if I would’ve wrote the note from me.”
“What do you… How did you… I don’t…”
“C’mon, D. I’ve watched a few PCW shows. Give me a little credit,” Kelsey said with a smile.
“Since when have you been interested in wrestling?” Dontevius asked incredulously.
“It’s silly,” she admitted. “I don’t watch it because I like wrestling.”
“Jesus, Kelsey,” Dontevius blurted out. “Why are you showing up now?”
“Because I,” she said before faltering. “Look, I think about you a lot. Maybe it’s silly, thinking about high school after a few years out but I was happier then. I was happier when I got to see you.”
“You couldn’t have worse timing, you know that?”
“I just thought… I just wanted you to know… Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have.”
Dontevius turned and began walking away.
“I bought a ticket to Trauma this week.”
Dontevius stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Front row. I’ll be cheering you on with all my heart.”
Dontevius lowered his head and continued walking. A single tear trickled down his cheek as he left Kelsey behind. Again.
End.
Benton Ryan, professional agent for Dontevius Ellis, snapped his fingers in front of Dontevius’ face. Dontevius jumped and looked around startled.
“What? Huh?” Dontevius quickly responded.
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
He didn’t.
“Yeah, for sure,” he said with a nod and a feigned look of contemplation. “Championship opportunities. Capitalize and succeed.”
“Not even in the ballpark,” Benton replied as he rubbed his forehead. “She’s still on your mind, isn’t she?”
“Who?” Dontevius asked.
“Yes,” Benton said with a smirk.
“That doesn’t--”
“Let me see if I can get in the zip code. You’re still thinking about Kelli, thinking about how she was abducted when you said you’d make sure you were there for her. That, of course, leads you to think about your old flame and how you feel like you should’ve done things differently.”
He nailed it.
“Not even close,” Dontevius stated firmly. “I was thinking about the match.”
“Just like you thought about the match against Nathan Saniti?”
“Look, if you want to keep bringing up my failures, you can always take off. No one would blame you,” Dontevius shouted in anger.
The people in the restaurant were now looking at the pair of them. Benton leaned in to speak discreetly.
“I’m not trying to tear your house down, alright? I’m just trying to give you some degree of perspective. You’ve notched some big wins but you’re losing focus and this week is not the week to lose focus. And I’m not even talking about the championship at this point. I’m talking about surviving. Brenna Gordon is no joke. That being said, she’s not your biggest threat in this match. That’s not a sleight against her. That’s just the reality of the situation. To some degree, you’re going to have to get on the same page with her to neutralize the Darkness. You’ve seen what they can do, I’m sure. Rick Majors is still on the shelf.”
“I get it, I do,” Dontevius said in a low tone. “You’ve got to understand, they’re thugs. I know… I’ve known thugs. I know how their minds work. It won’t even just be them. It’ll be the Shaws at ringside too. See? I am paying attention.”
“This isn’t the ideal situation for a championship match. You and Brenna? That would be an instant classic. Her methodical tactics against your highlight reel assault… Let’s face it, it’s a dream match. But with the North American Champion and her chosen with her, this is huge and dangerous. You can’t let Kelli and Kelsey cloud your thoughts.”
“I get it, man. I do. Can we talk about, oh I don’t know, anything else?”
“We shouldn’t be talking about anything else!” Benton shouted before he thought. He lowered his tone and began again. “Let’s talk strategy. You and Brenna will need to team up and--”
“Check please!” Dontevius shouted with a hand up.
Benton Ryan scowled as the waitress approached with a smile.
“How was the jambalaya?” she asked.
“Delicious,” Dontevius replied with a reciprocal smile.
“I knew you’d love it. It’s our most popular dish here at the Lost Cajun.”
“For good reason,” Dontevius acknowledged with a nod.
She handed him his check and handed Benton his. Dontevius quickly offered his card and Benton did the same.
“I’ll be right back with those. Did you need any to-go drinks?”
“No, thank you,” both men said simultaneously.
She smiled and wandered off.
“Are you at least going to think about what I’ve said?”
“Already have,” Dontevius responded without hesitation. “My mind is on this match. Nothing is going to shake me this week.”
Foreboding, don’t you think?
The waitress returned with the bills, the two men wrote in their tips, totals, and signed their respective checks. Dontevius stood and quickly strode toward the door. Benton, moments late with recognition. Hurried after him.
“You don’t have to win that championship, D. You have to realize that.”
Dontevius didn’t respond as he pulled the door open on his Lincoln Navigator.
“You just need to make sure you surv--”
Dontevius shut the car door and heard nothing further from his agent. He started the car, backed out of his parking spot and pulled out into the night.
A little while later, Dontevius pulled up to his apartment. He parked the navigator and stepped out, shutting the door. His eyes, however, were locked on his front door. There seemed to be a note attached to it. Dontevius looked around cautiously as he approached the door. He reached out and pulled the note from the door, quickly looking around.
Nothing happened.
He unfolded the note and read it.
We need to talk. Meet me at the falls.
-Brenna
-Brenna
Dontevius’ eyes narrowed.
“This is a trap,” he muttered to himself.
He folded the paper up and stuffed it in his pocket.
“I’ve always been a sucker for traps.”
He walked back to the navigator, climbed in, started the engine, and pulled out.
He arrived in downtown Greenville a half hour later and parked his car near the falls. He walked close and saw a woman standing in the darkness, her back to him.
“What do you want, Brenna? You want me to protect your title reign?”
The woman turned around. As he saw her face, his confident stride faltered and he stumbled.
“Hi mister,” Kelsey said with a smile.
“The fuck?” Dontevius uttered as he approached cautiously.
“I’m so sorry,” Kelsey started without being prompted. “I didn’t want to mislead you. I just figured you wouldn’t come if I would’ve wrote the note from me.”
“What do you… How did you… I don’t…”
“C’mon, D. I’ve watched a few PCW shows. Give me a little credit,” Kelsey said with a smile.
“Since when have you been interested in wrestling?” Dontevius asked incredulously.
“It’s silly,” she admitted. “I don’t watch it because I like wrestling.”
“Jesus, Kelsey,” Dontevius blurted out. “Why are you showing up now?”
“Because I,” she said before faltering. “Look, I think about you a lot. Maybe it’s silly, thinking about high school after a few years out but I was happier then. I was happier when I got to see you.”
“You couldn’t have worse timing, you know that?”
“I just thought… I just wanted you to know… Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have.”
Dontevius turned and began walking away.
“I bought a ticket to Trauma this week.”
Dontevius stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Front row. I’ll be cheering you on with all my heart.”
Dontevius lowered his head and continued walking. A single tear trickled down his cheek as he left Kelsey behind. Again.
End.
