Post by DiOGee on Nov 19, 2023 6:30:27 GMT -5
#ooc I am using this to just develop Elm a bit through Jimmy. Consider this a CD and not intended to be counted towards any outcome.
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”I will ruuuuule you!”
High up on the corner post of an open chicken coop, Jimmy “The” King was literally diving into preparations for his upcoming match. It was more of a pig pen but it had chickens in it.. And mud. He jumped, hands out in front of him ready to snatch up a chicken by ‘surprise’ or so he was hoping.
“Oh no..” Elm, on the outside looking in, sees what was coming. Jimmy didn't catch a chicken. The chicken bawks a bunch, stirring up the other chickens and they flop around. Jimmy belly flops into the wet muddy grounds..
“King down! Nine One One, baby!! Nine One One!”
Elm was already climbing and jumping over the fence. He felt obligated to help even if he didn't want to be here. Grabbing Jimmy’s left arm to help him up, it was as bad as you might imagine. He was painted with a layer of soggy mud. There was no doubt this was designed for pigs but pigs weren't useful in these TRAINING practices.
“Can we be done with the chickens?” Elm asked, it surely wasn't his idea.
“I’m gonna catch me a chicken!” Nodding as he wipes away mud from his face and opened his eyes. “You just wait and see..” It was one hundred percent Jimmy’s idea. In his words or rather his attempt at rapping?
He said:
‘Like Rocky, I’m cocky
Split em open like Hockey
No foolin, they droolin
Beat em up
I’m Rulin!”
Elm hated his job.
The King named King was questioned why chickens. He mentioned ‘Rocky’ in his rhyme at the time so they went with chickens. It was the safer choice between that, beating meat and running up some stairs. He felt this was his Rocky moment. Facing a Champion and having the world watching for his moment to be made, his recognition to be finally discovered!
“Shhh baby, shhh..” Jimmy lowered at the knees as he began to stalk one of the chickens again. The suction of his shoes coming out of the mud sounded thick and soggy. “Baw-Ba-Baawk!” He shouted, calling out like a warcry.. A warcry for chickens!
The chicken leaped up, flapped its wings and glided in a hurry clean out of his diving grasp. Jimmy slapped into the mud again, sliding into the far wall of the enclosure. A line dug into the wet foundation showing the trail of his drag. You can imagine that there was a good amount of animal crap in the mix.
“You alright over there Jimmy?” Asking with no positive expectations. Elm steps closer, ready to help his ‘lead’ for the time being. As he got closer, Jimmy finally picked his head up out of the mud. Probably to breathe better.. Mud isn't really breathable.
“We can move on from the chickens..” Said in a depressed sigh of a voice. Jimmy ‘The’ King let his face flop back into the mud. He has accepted a partial failure in training.
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“Can I have a piece?”
Reaching over expecting the answer to be agreeable. Elm is met with a surprise pull away as he sits next to Jimmy ‘The’ King on the front porch of a house. The King named King was hugging a bucket of KFC Fried Chicken. ”Denied, Sir Prince, Denied!” He said it with such glamor and royalty. He was clearly in character.
“Why not?”
“Because it's mine. I need it to bulk up for my match! The beginning of my Crusade!”
“I gave you 10 bucks.. I bought at least two pieces.” The price of chicken these days amirite?
“That was the price of admission to enter my Kingdom!” He informs Elm as he bites into a drumstick.
The Kingdom or the area itself seemed very woodsy. Rundown. Maybe on the outskirts of a swamp area like in Waterboy. Littered with random parts to show a hoarder lives here. Tires, oil cans, clocks, far too many broken clocks. Not the Kingdom you would think a King named King would live in but yet.. To him? It was his riches, his claim to royalty. An addition to his name and glory, a cause of pride. These were his lands.
“I want a piece of chicken!” Elm reaches for the bucket again. Jimmy pulls away as a partially eaten piece falls from his hand and hits the porch.
“There! Finish that piece..” Reaching in, the King named King plucks out a thigh. “You didn't swim through the mud to catch a chicken for training, I did that baby!”
The snarling expression of confusion and disgust that fills Elm’s face tells of what he was about to say in response. “YOU DIDN'T CATCH A DAMN CHICKEN!”
“How dare thy yell in the presence of your King!” Jimmy bulks his chest out, lifts his chin and puckers his chicken greasy lips to show his authority. “Fine..” He breaks and bites the thigh piece, holding it in his mouth with his teeth as he reaches into the bucket. He hands a piece to Elm, a peace offering. It was a wing.
“Really?” Beggars can't be choosers but Elm took the wing and still complained. “This looks like Finding Nemo’s fin got deep fried!”
“Yeah I’ve eaten frog legs bigger than that. Enjoy…”
The sun was setting in the sky above them. Through the treetops, it placed a nice hue over everything. The two of them had more days of training ahead of them. To prepare The King Named King for a chance to Conquer, to Crusade and achieve. Against a Champion, against Andrea Hernandez.
“Are you excited to finally get booked?” Breaking the brief moment of silence as they just SAT AROUND as if to kill time. Elm asked because he had yet to experience that himself and it was something they can relate to.
“I’m scared baby, I’m real scared..”
”Scared?!” Elm was almost surprised. He hasn't been around Jimmy long but the guy was ‘arrognorant’. Arrogant and ignorant mixed together equally. ”Since when?”
Wiping his mouth free of grease, it just smeared it, added a shine to his goatee. ”Scared of the injuries Andrea will have when I dismantle her!”
”Ahahahaha! What?! Hahahahaha!”
Pausing, Elm looked and noticed that Jimmy ‘The’ King wasn't laughing. His fist clenched and held up in front of him. A pose of strength.
”Oh, you’re serious?!”
From within his pocket, Elm felt his phone vibrating. Extending his leg over the steps of the porch, he reaches into his pocket and pulls the phone free. The screen said ‘DiOGee’ and he immediately answered it.
”Everything alright?” Nodding as he listens to the call from Jason Cashe. ”Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there! One o’clock. Got it, bye.”
Hanging up, Elm put his phone away. He wasn't asked about the call but decided to let Jimmy ‘The’ King know what was going on. ”That was Cashe. He gets out of the Hospital tomorrow.. I gotta pick him up.”
”I hope you are ready to stand at my side when the time comes for him to take a knee or become apart of the construction to my path of conquest!”
Again, he had a fist clenched tightly. Held up in a pose to help sell his serious nature. The guy was mentally warped.
........
”I will ruuuuule you!”
High up on the corner post of an open chicken coop, Jimmy “The” King was literally diving into preparations for his upcoming match. It was more of a pig pen but it had chickens in it.. And mud. He jumped, hands out in front of him ready to snatch up a chicken by ‘surprise’ or so he was hoping.
“Oh no..” Elm, on the outside looking in, sees what was coming. Jimmy didn't catch a chicken. The chicken bawks a bunch, stirring up the other chickens and they flop around. Jimmy belly flops into the wet muddy grounds..
“King down! Nine One One, baby!! Nine One One!”
Elm was already climbing and jumping over the fence. He felt obligated to help even if he didn't want to be here. Grabbing Jimmy’s left arm to help him up, it was as bad as you might imagine. He was painted with a layer of soggy mud. There was no doubt this was designed for pigs but pigs weren't useful in these TRAINING practices.
“Can we be done with the chickens?” Elm asked, it surely wasn't his idea.
“I’m gonna catch me a chicken!” Nodding as he wipes away mud from his face and opened his eyes. “You just wait and see..” It was one hundred percent Jimmy’s idea. In his words or rather his attempt at rapping?
He said:
‘Like Rocky, I’m cocky
Split em open like Hockey
No foolin, they droolin
Beat em up
I’m Rulin!”
Elm hated his job.
The King named King was questioned why chickens. He mentioned ‘Rocky’ in his rhyme at the time so they went with chickens. It was the safer choice between that, beating meat and running up some stairs. He felt this was his Rocky moment. Facing a Champion and having the world watching for his moment to be made, his recognition to be finally discovered!
“Shhh baby, shhh..” Jimmy lowered at the knees as he began to stalk one of the chickens again. The suction of his shoes coming out of the mud sounded thick and soggy. “Baw-Ba-Baawk!” He shouted, calling out like a warcry.. A warcry for chickens!
The chicken leaped up, flapped its wings and glided in a hurry clean out of his diving grasp. Jimmy slapped into the mud again, sliding into the far wall of the enclosure. A line dug into the wet foundation showing the trail of his drag. You can imagine that there was a good amount of animal crap in the mix.
“You alright over there Jimmy?” Asking with no positive expectations. Elm steps closer, ready to help his ‘lead’ for the time being. As he got closer, Jimmy finally picked his head up out of the mud. Probably to breathe better.. Mud isn't really breathable.
“We can move on from the chickens..” Said in a depressed sigh of a voice. Jimmy ‘The’ King let his face flop back into the mud. He has accepted a partial failure in training.
~=~=~=~=~=~
“Can I have a piece?”
Reaching over expecting the answer to be agreeable. Elm is met with a surprise pull away as he sits next to Jimmy ‘The’ King on the front porch of a house. The King named King was hugging a bucket of KFC Fried Chicken. ”Denied, Sir Prince, Denied!” He said it with such glamor and royalty. He was clearly in character.
“Why not?”
“Because it's mine. I need it to bulk up for my match! The beginning of my Crusade!”
“I gave you 10 bucks.. I bought at least two pieces.” The price of chicken these days amirite?
“That was the price of admission to enter my Kingdom!” He informs Elm as he bites into a drumstick.
The Kingdom or the area itself seemed very woodsy. Rundown. Maybe on the outskirts of a swamp area like in Waterboy. Littered with random parts to show a hoarder lives here. Tires, oil cans, clocks, far too many broken clocks. Not the Kingdom you would think a King named King would live in but yet.. To him? It was his riches, his claim to royalty. An addition to his name and glory, a cause of pride. These were his lands.
“I want a piece of chicken!” Elm reaches for the bucket again. Jimmy pulls away as a partially eaten piece falls from his hand and hits the porch.
“There! Finish that piece..” Reaching in, the King named King plucks out a thigh. “You didn't swim through the mud to catch a chicken for training, I did that baby!”
The snarling expression of confusion and disgust that fills Elm’s face tells of what he was about to say in response. “YOU DIDN'T CATCH A DAMN CHICKEN!”
“How dare thy yell in the presence of your King!” Jimmy bulks his chest out, lifts his chin and puckers his chicken greasy lips to show his authority. “Fine..” He breaks and bites the thigh piece, holding it in his mouth with his teeth as he reaches into the bucket. He hands a piece to Elm, a peace offering. It was a wing.
“Really?” Beggars can't be choosers but Elm took the wing and still complained. “This looks like Finding Nemo’s fin got deep fried!”
“Yeah I’ve eaten frog legs bigger than that. Enjoy…”
The sun was setting in the sky above them. Through the treetops, it placed a nice hue over everything. The two of them had more days of training ahead of them. To prepare The King Named King for a chance to Conquer, to Crusade and achieve. Against a Champion, against Andrea Hernandez.
“Are you excited to finally get booked?” Breaking the brief moment of silence as they just SAT AROUND as if to kill time. Elm asked because he had yet to experience that himself and it was something they can relate to.
“I’m scared baby, I’m real scared..”
”Scared?!” Elm was almost surprised. He hasn't been around Jimmy long but the guy was ‘arrognorant’. Arrogant and ignorant mixed together equally. ”Since when?”
Wiping his mouth free of grease, it just smeared it, added a shine to his goatee. ”Scared of the injuries Andrea will have when I dismantle her!”
”Ahahahaha! What?! Hahahahaha!”
Pausing, Elm looked and noticed that Jimmy ‘The’ King wasn't laughing. His fist clenched and held up in front of him. A pose of strength.
”Oh, you’re serious?!”
From within his pocket, Elm felt his phone vibrating. Extending his leg over the steps of the porch, he reaches into his pocket and pulls the phone free. The screen said ‘DiOGee’ and he immediately answered it.
”Everything alright?” Nodding as he listens to the call from Jason Cashe. ”Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there! One o’clock. Got it, bye.”
Hanging up, Elm put his phone away. He wasn't asked about the call but decided to let Jimmy ‘The’ King know what was going on. ”That was Cashe. He gets out of the Hospital tomorrow.. I gotta pick him up.”
”I hope you are ready to stand at my side when the time comes for him to take a knee or become apart of the construction to my path of conquest!”
Again, he had a fist clenched tightly. Held up in a pose to help sell his serious nature. The guy was mentally warped.
