Post by fninfamous on Dec 11, 2006 1:04:19 GMT -4
After seeing his brothers Dice and Kasino with PornStar and having a brief word with them, 187 had exited the Tower and headed towards the parking. On his way, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and his car keys. After reaching the silver 2003 Corolla, he took his key and unlocked the car. Then he opened it, got inside, and close the door. 187 stuck the key in the ignition, started the engine, pulled out of his parking spot and out of the lot to the road. On his way to a very specific location. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, which he had written directions on, as he droves off away from the Tower. He knew that this was a hometown of one of his "brothers" from another mother. And it was time to go visit him....
....a couple hours later...
After following the directions, making a few quick stops, and a few wrong turns, 187 arrived where he wanted to. A place called Mount Pleasant Cemetery. There was a certain brother he had to pay a visit too. Not one from the Familia, but another that he considered a brother to him as well outside of the wrestling business. He drives to a point in the cemetery before pulling over to the side and parking. He opens the door and steps out of the Corolla with a box under his arm. He closes his car door and begins to walk towards to where the tombstones are at. He looked up into the sky through the snow for a moment. As if he was looking for something or someone. He began to shake his head as he brought his eyes down to the tombstones. Looking for one inparticular. He continues walking a few feet further until he spots one that he figured might be the one he's searching for. 187 walks over to this tombstone and looks down at the name engraved into it. Wrong one. Not the one he was looking for.
F**k... Where is it...?
He continued on. He walked a few more feet. Wondering where this particular tombstone is. He tried to remember from the description of what it looked like that he had recieved over the phone. He walked a few more feet. Looking down at the names. He knew he was in the right area. He just had to find the right one. After walking a few more feet, 187 saw one that could be it. He couldn't see the name clearly from the snow on it. So he knelt down infront of this tombstone and began to brush off the snow. There it was. The one he was looking for. A tombstone that read the name........."Ace Valentine".
Bingo....
187 set the box under his arm down onto the ground in the snow. He looked back up at the sky with a smirk on his face. Not that usual smirk he usually gets on his face around other. But a more of a friendly type of smirk.
What it is man...?
He says as if he's really talking to someone that's there with him.
Sh*ts been all f**ked up since you been gone homie. Sh*t has been really bad man. Real bad. Things ain't 'da same wit'out you 'round anymo' homie. I've been holdin' it down though. Usin' 'da knowledge you passed onto me to keep on movin' through 'dis bidness. I gotta thank ya fo' helpin' me get into 'dis bidness. I rememba' way back in Cali man. When you was scoutin' 'round fo' someone to take unda' ya wing. I didn't know sh*t 'bout what I was doin'. I was just anotha' mothaf**ka in 'da backyard, tryna' do my own thang wit'out knowin' sh*t. Tryna' get noticed ova' dumb sh*t. Backyard wrestlin' like it was gonna get me somewhere. Tryna' get my skills up so I could go against someone 'dat I ain't gonna mention right now 'cause 'dat is neitha' here nor there. It's been awhile man... since 'da last time I've been up 'dis way. Since I done came through Canada wit' you all those years ago. I rememba' way back man. Way back to when I first started. I rememba' bein' in Stu's Dungeon witcha' man. Those days hurt like hell. I rememba' 'da stingin' pain in my lowa' back when you f**kin' suplexed me. Aha 'dat sh*t hurt like a mothaf**ka... I ain't know sh*t 'bout no wristlocks, headlocks, scoop slams, none of 'dat. I ain't know sh*t until you came along. I gotta thank ya fo' 'dat. I gotta thank ya fo' settin' me straight and lettin' me get my start unda' ya. Helpin' me get signed to my first company. It's crazy to think of how far I've come since then. Even though it was but fo' just a week up here, it was still where I gained most of 'da basic knowledge I got from 'dis bidness. It's crazy man. It really is. I ain't think you'd be 'da one to go out like you did man. I figured 'dat it was gonna be me endin' up in 'da headlines like 'dat. I was gonna be up there wit' murda' bein' 'da case 'dat they gave me. I just don't get it. I just don't get it at all. Life works in strange ways. Sometimes it just f**ks people ova'. I don't get it homie. I just don't f**kin' get it. It's f**ked up man...
187 brings his eyes to the ground as he whispers...
It's f**ked up... It ain't even fair... Why...? Why 'da hell did it have to happen...?
187 shakes his head and then looks back up at the sky again.
Everyone misses ya man. Everyone you eva' knew misses ya man. I'ma hold it down fo' ya while ya gone though. I'm make sure people rememba' me. As they rememba' you fo' yo' 9 long years you put into 'da wrestlin' bidness. People gonna rememba' you. I'ma make sure they rememba' me too. I know you up there watchin' ova' me. Keep watchin' homie. 'Cause I got a lot to show. I'ma make use of what you taught me. I ain't lettin' it go to waste. You best believe 'dat. You was 'da best in my eyes. You were what wrestlin' needed. You were what these new breeds needed. It's bullsh*t 'dat someone came to take ya away from 'da team. I swear 'dat if I eva' find out who did 'did sh*t, it's ova' fo' them. But I ain't come here fo' talks of revenge and sh*t. Just wanna pay my respects man... I brought somethings...
He turns his attention to the box he had set down on the ground. He pops the top open of the box. 187 reaches in and pulls out all four aces that he had take from a deck of card. He spreads them out infront of the tombstone. An obvious sign of showing his respect for the man here. Then he reaches into the box and pulls out a small group of flowers that he rests infront of the tombstone. 187 then stands up to his feet as he picks the box up off from the ground. He then pounds on his chest with a closed fist a couple of times before pointing and looking up at the sky.
Rest in peace homie... Save me a seat when it's my turn... 'Cause you know it's gonna be crazy when I get there... Keep watchin' man... I'm keepin' my head up high and I'ma keep movin' like I always do... Rest in peace Ace...
With that said, 187 looks up at the sky once more for a brief moment before closing his eyes and shaking his head. The pain and the impact that this had had very well taken it's toll on him. It pained him so bad to know he was gone. It was almost unreal. The sorrow and pain that he has to carry with him day to day eats at him slowly. He knows it wasn't his fault. But he wished he could have taken that bullet instead. Life was so unfair and cruel at times. He didn't understand why. But he couldn't change it. He wished he could but he can't. He'll just have to keep making sure that he's putting 110% of himself into everything he does in this business to make Ace proud. 187 turned away from the tombstone and headed back to the car slowly. Leaving the cards and the flowers for his fallen "brother". Heading back to the car, so he could continue making Ace proud...
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....a couple hours later...
After following the directions, making a few quick stops, and a few wrong turns, 187 arrived where he wanted to. A place called Mount Pleasant Cemetery. There was a certain brother he had to pay a visit too. Not one from the Familia, but another that he considered a brother to him as well outside of the wrestling business. He drives to a point in the cemetery before pulling over to the side and parking. He opens the door and steps out of the Corolla with a box under his arm. He closes his car door and begins to walk towards to where the tombstones are at. He looked up into the sky through the snow for a moment. As if he was looking for something or someone. He began to shake his head as he brought his eyes down to the tombstones. Looking for one inparticular. He continues walking a few feet further until he spots one that he figured might be the one he's searching for. 187 walks over to this tombstone and looks down at the name engraved into it. Wrong one. Not the one he was looking for.
F**k... Where is it...?
He continued on. He walked a few more feet. Wondering where this particular tombstone is. He tried to remember from the description of what it looked like that he had recieved over the phone. He walked a few more feet. Looking down at the names. He knew he was in the right area. He just had to find the right one. After walking a few more feet, 187 saw one that could be it. He couldn't see the name clearly from the snow on it. So he knelt down infront of this tombstone and began to brush off the snow. There it was. The one he was looking for. A tombstone that read the name........."Ace Valentine".
Bingo....
187 set the box under his arm down onto the ground in the snow. He looked back up at the sky with a smirk on his face. Not that usual smirk he usually gets on his face around other. But a more of a friendly type of smirk.
What it is man...?
He says as if he's really talking to someone that's there with him.
Sh*ts been all f**ked up since you been gone homie. Sh*t has been really bad man. Real bad. Things ain't 'da same wit'out you 'round anymo' homie. I've been holdin' it down though. Usin' 'da knowledge you passed onto me to keep on movin' through 'dis bidness. I gotta thank ya fo' helpin' me get into 'dis bidness. I rememba' way back in Cali man. When you was scoutin' 'round fo' someone to take unda' ya wing. I didn't know sh*t 'bout what I was doin'. I was just anotha' mothaf**ka in 'da backyard, tryna' do my own thang wit'out knowin' sh*t. Tryna' get noticed ova' dumb sh*t. Backyard wrestlin' like it was gonna get me somewhere. Tryna' get my skills up so I could go against someone 'dat I ain't gonna mention right now 'cause 'dat is neitha' here nor there. It's been awhile man... since 'da last time I've been up 'dis way. Since I done came through Canada wit' you all those years ago. I rememba' way back man. Way back to when I first started. I rememba' bein' in Stu's Dungeon witcha' man. Those days hurt like hell. I rememba' 'da stingin' pain in my lowa' back when you f**kin' suplexed me. Aha 'dat sh*t hurt like a mothaf**ka... I ain't know sh*t 'bout no wristlocks, headlocks, scoop slams, none of 'dat. I ain't know sh*t until you came along. I gotta thank ya fo' 'dat. I gotta thank ya fo' settin' me straight and lettin' me get my start unda' ya. Helpin' me get signed to my first company. It's crazy to think of how far I've come since then. Even though it was but fo' just a week up here, it was still where I gained most of 'da basic knowledge I got from 'dis bidness. It's crazy man. It really is. I ain't think you'd be 'da one to go out like you did man. I figured 'dat it was gonna be me endin' up in 'da headlines like 'dat. I was gonna be up there wit' murda' bein' 'da case 'dat they gave me. I just don't get it. I just don't get it at all. Life works in strange ways. Sometimes it just f**ks people ova'. I don't get it homie. I just don't f**kin' get it. It's f**ked up man...
187 brings his eyes to the ground as he whispers...
It's f**ked up... It ain't even fair... Why...? Why 'da hell did it have to happen...?
187 shakes his head and then looks back up at the sky again.
Everyone misses ya man. Everyone you eva' knew misses ya man. I'ma hold it down fo' ya while ya gone though. I'm make sure people rememba' me. As they rememba' you fo' yo' 9 long years you put into 'da wrestlin' bidness. People gonna rememba' you. I'ma make sure they rememba' me too. I know you up there watchin' ova' me. Keep watchin' homie. 'Cause I got a lot to show. I'ma make use of what you taught me. I ain't lettin' it go to waste. You best believe 'dat. You was 'da best in my eyes. You were what wrestlin' needed. You were what these new breeds needed. It's bullsh*t 'dat someone came to take ya away from 'da team. I swear 'dat if I eva' find out who did 'did sh*t, it's ova' fo' them. But I ain't come here fo' talks of revenge and sh*t. Just wanna pay my respects man... I brought somethings...
He turns his attention to the box he had set down on the ground. He pops the top open of the box. 187 reaches in and pulls out all four aces that he had take from a deck of card. He spreads them out infront of the tombstone. An obvious sign of showing his respect for the man here. Then he reaches into the box and pulls out a small group of flowers that he rests infront of the tombstone. 187 then stands up to his feet as he picks the box up off from the ground. He then pounds on his chest with a closed fist a couple of times before pointing and looking up at the sky.
Rest in peace homie... Save me a seat when it's my turn... 'Cause you know it's gonna be crazy when I get there... Keep watchin' man... I'm keepin' my head up high and I'ma keep movin' like I always do... Rest in peace Ace...
With that said, 187 looks up at the sky once more for a brief moment before closing his eyes and shaking his head. The pain and the impact that this had had very well taken it's toll on him. It pained him so bad to know he was gone. It was almost unreal. The sorrow and pain that he has to carry with him day to day eats at him slowly. He knows it wasn't his fault. But he wished he could have taken that bullet instead. Life was so unfair and cruel at times. He didn't understand why. But he couldn't change it. He wished he could but he can't. He'll just have to keep making sure that he's putting 110% of himself into everything he does in this business to make Ace proud. 187 turned away from the tombstone and headed back to the car slowly. Leaving the cards and the flowers for his fallen "brother". Heading back to the car, so he could continue making Ace proud...
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Rest In Peace
Ace
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Why Does The Good Die Young?