No Time To Dwell
Jun 22, 2015 0:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Jun 22, 2015 0:43:23 GMT -5
"Ain't much I can really say." Donovan says, his lips pursing together into a scowl. He furrows his brows as he leans back into the chair, folding his arms across his chest, blocking the lettering on his navy LDFC T-shirt.
"Ya aint finna see me sit here cryin' and complainin' about what happened at the last show, or that little —" he pauses for a second, searching for an appropriate word. "— stunt..." he adds disdainfully with a shake of his head. "— that Prince MacRear pulled to get the win." A sigh of frustration escapes him as he thinks back to the low blow that go MacRear the upper hand on him. "No sir." He declares adamantly, his fiery gaze lifting towards the webcam. “That ain't how Lil Donnie Cross is built and that ain't how Lucille and Hank raised me.”
‘Aint no need to cry over spilt milk if you can go right on ahead and get you another glass.’
“That’s what my daddy always used to tell me, and ya know what? That’s exactly what I’m fittna do. Ain’t no shame in losing to MacRear, I done said it before. The man is a quality competitor. Did it disappoint me that he had to stoop to such dirty tactics?” He nods. “Sure as hell did, but I realize that everybody ain’t like me. Not everyone is gonna play by the rules and be on the straight and narrow like I am. Nope, there’s always going to be somebody lookin’ for a shortcut and I can’t judge’em for that, hell I just gotta deal with it, cause that’s life.”
“The only thing I can do, is dust myself off, and get ready for the next test. Ain’t no time to dwell, cause if I do, I reckon I’ll be right back here in front of you all with the same, sad, look upon my face and that ain’t what I’m tryna do.” He shrugs. “MacRear and I? Ain’t a doubt in my mind that we’ll cross paths again sooner or later, and the next time I’ll be ready for whatever trick he may have up his sleeve, but for now? I have a man probably even more dangerous that awaits me in Triple T.”
“Now maybe I should take solace in the fact that T ain’t built how MacRear is. That man? Pfft. That man is a paragon of hard work. I’ve chopped it up with him quite a bit at the LDFC facilities and truth be told, he’s as gifted as they come. I know he won’t be lookin for no shortcuts, but I do know that he will be lookin’ to make a statement. He was this close…” he holds his index finger and thumb close together. “... to being named the number one contender and challenging for the Apex Championship, and I know that he’s riled up and ready to show the world that he belongs there. Truth is, he does. I’ve seen not a single soul work harder in this company since being here, and Triple T will have his moment in the sun, without a doubt. But ya know what? He ain’t the only one with somethin to prove round here, and he damn sure ain’t the only one lookin to bounce back from disappointment.”
“T, I respect the hell outta ya buddy, but Lil Donnie Cross ain’t layin down for nobody. It just ain’t in my blood.”
“So gimme ya best shot, cause I’ll guarantee I’ll give ya mine. And I guess we’ll see who’ll be standing in the end.”
"Ya aint finna see me sit here cryin' and complainin' about what happened at the last show, or that little —" he pauses for a second, searching for an appropriate word. "— stunt..." he adds disdainfully with a shake of his head. "— that Prince MacRear pulled to get the win." A sigh of frustration escapes him as he thinks back to the low blow that go MacRear the upper hand on him. "No sir." He declares adamantly, his fiery gaze lifting towards the webcam. “That ain't how Lil Donnie Cross is built and that ain't how Lucille and Hank raised me.”
‘Aint no need to cry over spilt milk if you can go right on ahead and get you another glass.’
“That’s what my daddy always used to tell me, and ya know what? That’s exactly what I’m fittna do. Ain’t no shame in losing to MacRear, I done said it before. The man is a quality competitor. Did it disappoint me that he had to stoop to such dirty tactics?” He nods. “Sure as hell did, but I realize that everybody ain’t like me. Not everyone is gonna play by the rules and be on the straight and narrow like I am. Nope, there’s always going to be somebody lookin’ for a shortcut and I can’t judge’em for that, hell I just gotta deal with it, cause that’s life.”
“The only thing I can do, is dust myself off, and get ready for the next test. Ain’t no time to dwell, cause if I do, I reckon I’ll be right back here in front of you all with the same, sad, look upon my face and that ain’t what I’m tryna do.” He shrugs. “MacRear and I? Ain’t a doubt in my mind that we’ll cross paths again sooner or later, and the next time I’ll be ready for whatever trick he may have up his sleeve, but for now? I have a man probably even more dangerous that awaits me in Triple T.”
“Now maybe I should take solace in the fact that T ain’t built how MacRear is. That man? Pfft. That man is a paragon of hard work. I’ve chopped it up with him quite a bit at the LDFC facilities and truth be told, he’s as gifted as they come. I know he won’t be lookin for no shortcuts, but I do know that he will be lookin’ to make a statement. He was this close…” he holds his index finger and thumb close together. “... to being named the number one contender and challenging for the Apex Championship, and I know that he’s riled up and ready to show the world that he belongs there. Truth is, he does. I’ve seen not a single soul work harder in this company since being here, and Triple T will have his moment in the sun, without a doubt. But ya know what? He ain’t the only one with somethin to prove round here, and he damn sure ain’t the only one lookin to bounce back from disappointment.”
“T, I respect the hell outta ya buddy, but Lil Donnie Cross ain’t layin down for nobody. It just ain’t in my blood.”
“So gimme ya best shot, cause I’ll guarantee I’ll give ya mine. And I guess we’ll see who’ll be standing in the end.”
