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    Dusty Down From Heaven/ What's Cody Saying: A Ben Button and Lop Mystic Collab

    Dusty Down From Heaven

    What's Cody Saying



    Eviscerating the head and cutting the body into two halves...



    Ben: By night, soundless hoofs from Dusty’s thoroughbred, Workin’, paddled the air and never the grass or dirt. Upon the saddle and heaven’s silver mane from Workin’, rode the energy of a 3 time NWA champion. When the American Dream reached his Headlock Ranch, Barry Windham opened the stable for him. Dusty peered down at Barry and the dirt. “You keepin’ thith plathe up, partner? Good lawd, it smelth like manure.” He squealed a laugh.

    Barry nodded and frowned down at his stomach. It’d been awhile since he’d seen Dusty. Then, he looked up at the ghost, and in a husky, tired intonation asked, “is that the saddle?”

    “It’th the thaddle!” Dusty said, laughing,

    “You seen your boy, lately?”

    Dusty smiled, "You muth mean Cody."

    “He’s out there trying.”

    Dusty elbowed the sky, and it opened and showed him Cody saying, ‘“I don’t want people to say I’m doing it for Dusty.”

    Barry looked at his stomach, not wanting to make eye contact with Dusty.

    Dusty grinned and said, “What’th my boy, up there, thaying? What he thaying?” He squealed a laugh like he was one of the many Wilberts he’d eviscerated the head of and cut into two halves….



    Mystic: Cut into two,

    like the psyche

    of any

    second-generation

    wrestler.

    Cut into two,

    like

    Dustin-Rhodes-becoming-Goldust-becoming-Dustin-Rhodes-

    knowing-he’s-going-going-back-back

    to-Goldust.

    Vince McMahon tried

    to split

    Cody,

    too.

    Vince McMahon tried,

    like splitting

    Dusty

    from the ranch.

    “Who’s a good,

    good and fat,

    polka-dotted Dusty?”

    Vince McMahon tried

    so did the son-in-law.

    The son-in-law

    said,

    to little brother dust,

    “WWE is a play,

    and everybody

    has their role

    and needs to act it

    their best.”

    Nothing like an attempt

    at wise words

    from a foolish man.

    The little privileged Prince

    tells the son of Dusty Rhodes

    "how to wrestling."

    What’s that other saying?

    “Some men are born great;

    others thrust their penis

    into the daughter

    of the boss

    to obtain greatness.”

    But, Lord knows,

    WWE tried

    to ruin

    one more Rhodes.

    Catch an image

    of Stardust

    these days.

    It’s like looking

    into the black

    of the night.

    It’s like

    a nightmare

    you only now remember

    you used to always have.

    I have to admit

    I thought I knew

    what Cody

    had been saying.

    But,

    when first watching

    the newest

    10 lbs. of gold

    video,

    I found myself asking,

    with the American Dream,

    “What’th my boy, up there, thaying?”



    Ben: “What'th my boy thaying?” Dusty grinned some mischief above his round chins and underneath his shades and white curls. He looked young, again.

    Barry sunk his eyes back in his cap. The mouth in his wrinkles and unkept beard gave up a husky whisper that said, “I think he wants to be a man, Dusty.”

    “A man? He want to be a man, do he? I don’t think tho. There cometh a time when a boy becometh a man. That time done come for Cody, and he been manned up. But a man gotta become a myth, and a myth a legend if, you will. We all tryin’ to be thomething. We all get on the thaddle, but one day them hoofth leave the ground. You aint riiidin anymore, you flying! What I’m thaying’ ith you don’t know the two halves of a thow until you envithirated her head firth. My boy been thplit into TWO PARTTH, TWO PARTTH but the right half of Cody, the man ith a-winning! Looka-here--” Dusty reached his clenched hand out.

    “What do you have there?” Barry whispered the question like he meant to be courteous more than curious. However, even the stars turned their necks down to give attention.

    “I got tharduth for my boy to bring him luck. But I find he aint a boy anymore, and he don’t need no luck. He’th a man riding, riding, riding. You aint a man till your head be evithcerated. And I think hith got evitherated tho good, he gonna just a thkip over that myth part. I think thoon them hoofth gonna leave the ground!”



    Mystic: Leave the ground?

    I almost wanted to condemn Cody Rhodes for doing just that.

    I,

    a simple wrestling fan,

    who bought tickets to All In,

    within the half-hour they were still for sell,
    wanted to turn around

    and turn on
    Cody

    for saying

    That what he’s doing

    Is not about Dusty Rhodes.

    We’ve become a generation of knee-jerk re-actors, and that’s kind of made us all act like jerks. For a moment, I wished I hadn’t bought the All In tickets. For a moment, I felt bad for Dusty and Dusty fans. For a moment, I, some wrestling fan who has never met Dusty, thought I had more sympathy for Dusty than his own son.

    Shame on me.

    But

    good on

    me.

    For having more than one thought.

    Because, to get what Cody is doing, is not like analyzing WWE.

    That shit is as predictable as “Push the muscled guy that nobody seems to enjoy.”

    But Cody?

    He’s doing a new thing.

    And even the people who make these 10 lbs. of gold videos,

    They know goddamn well

    They aren’t telling a story

    That has already been told.

    They call the video we’re talking about, “Rewriting the Role.”

    And the words that Cody said,

    That gave me such offense,

    Came in the first 44 seconds

    Of a video

    That is 9 minutes and 45 seconds.

    And what’s Cody’s daddy saying?

    “A man? He want to be a man, do he? I don’t think tho. There cometh a time when a boy becometh a man. That time done come for Cody, and he been manned up. But a man gotta become a myth, and a myth a legend, if you will. We all tryin’ to be thomething. We all get on the thaddle, but one day them hoofth leave the ground. You aint riiidin anymore, you flying! What I’m thaying’ ith you don’t know the two halves of a thow until you envithirated her head firth. My boy been thplit into TWO PARTTH, TWO PARTH but the right half of Cody, the man ith a-winning!"

    The video itself says that, in 2016, Cody launched himself into a new role

    On an unfamiliar stage.

    And how arrogant, I must say, for all of us to see it as familiar, to see it, in part, as Cody-playing-Dusty, when Cody himself, found himself, on an unfamiliar stage.

    And my favorite part?

    The words that mean more than words. The words that signify action. Says Cody, “What a two years. I didn’t realize it had been two years.”

    Says Cody, “The decision to leave...was an emotional decision.”

    And Cody takes that shot again, “And there’s that quote about, ‘Everybody’s got a role to play.’ I very much disagree with that quote.”

    I fear that we’ve been living in a Triple H world for so long, that we’ve all forgotten why we loved Dusty Rhodes. Of course Triple H lives the saying that, “Everybody has a role.” Of course he lives in the world that supports that saying, because he is dick-factored-in to a top role.

    And we have a generation

    All learning

    How to be obedient

    How to speak

    Groupthink.

    We have a generation

    All learning

    To play their role

    No matter how low

    Just so long

    As they will be considered

    On the show.

    But it’s not the actor

    Who tells us he’s an actor

    Who we remember.

    It’s not the person

    Who quotes every

    Talking point

    That society puts out

    That we remember.

    It’s the son of a plumber

    Looking like he has no business looking.

    Talking like he has no business talking.

    That we remember.

    And Cody says,

    “The time I left

    I just needed

    To be me.”

    But we live in a society

    That tells us

    The author is dead,

    So too the individual.

    So much so

    That I

    Could cheer for Cody

    But get mad at Cody

    When he walks into frame

    As Cody.

    But this isn’t my story to tell.

    Nor is it Vince’s.

    Nor is it son-in-law’s.

    Nor

    Is

    It

    Dusty’s.

    And what becomes of the individual who dares to be an individual in an era of mob mentality, groupthink, and deep dependence?

    Says Cody, “I play my own music [now]. I’m incapable of taking orders….Which is great. You don’t tell a guy how to go out there and play his instrument when it’s his concert. You know what I’m saying? So I play my music how I play it now, and I’m very happy.”

    What about you,

    Dear reader?

    What about me?

    Whose music do you have in your mouth?

    Whose instruction?

    Whose orders?

    Whose perceptions?

    Whose direction?

    When is the last time you played the music that was yours?

    Do your fingers even remember the tune?

    Let me guess, you have your excuses.

    I know I have mine.

    Hell, Cody, coming back at the end of the interview, has his:

    “You know, it’s not easy being a second-or-third generation wrestler. It’s particularly not easy when your father’s pretty much etched on the Mt. Rushmore of the business.

    I think it’s real easy for people

    To look at September 1st and say,

    ‘Oh, he’s wrestling for the NWA world’s championship

    And that’s a title synonymous with his father,

    And this is about doing it for Dusty,’

    And I hope they look beyond that,

    Because that isn’t what it is at all.”

    And, says Cody, “Because I do everything

    For Dusty

    Already.

    He was the guy

    I always wanted

    To be proud of me.

    He was the guy I wanted

    To model my life after.”

    And

    Says

    Cody:

    “But this isn’t about him

    At all.

    It’s about

    Me

    And that’s how

    He

    Would want it too….

    September 1st is not about

    The lineage of the title.

    It’s about the future….

    It’s about where the NWA title

    Is going

    And not

    Where

    It’s been.”

    Going.

    Doing.

    Perhaps,

    In setting us up

    To decide between

    A collective obedience

    And a song we’ve forgotten

    I left out a third option.

    It’s the option

    That has inspired

    Everyone

    Who has ever been
    Inspired.

    It’s the option

    That never comes

    From the world

    Of Triple H,

    Or the collective.

    It’s not about

    Scripts,

    Roles,

    And rhetoric.

    It sure as shit ain’t about someone else’s words

    In your mouth.

    It’s about learning to play

    A new song.

    It’s about learning to play

    A song

    That has never before been played.

    It’s about learning to play a song

    That only you can play.

    It’s about learning to play a song

    That you were born

    And placed upon this earth
    to play.

    Dusty Rhodes learned to play his song

    One step

    Into the unknown

    After another step

    Into the unknown.

    Please don’t think

    Just because Cody

    Built All In

    That he’s not standing

    On unfamiliar ground.

    Please don’t think

    That this story

    Has already been

    Written.

    Please don’t think

    That your story

    Has already been written.

    It’s one step

    After another.

    “Off with his head?”

    But not off with his feet.
    I do imagine

    The next time Dusty

    Rides down

    To the Headlock Ranch,

    He won’t be saying,

    “What’th my boy, up there, thaying? What he thaying?”

    He will be saying,

    “What’th my boy, up there, doin’? What he doin’?”

    Because it is in the doing

    That we become

    Who we were destined

    To be.
    Last edited by Benjamin Button; 2 Weeks Ago at 11:37 AM.

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    The Brain
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    We've been talking a lot on the early episodes of WWF:TLS about legacies not yet cemented, about a time of change when hills could become mountains or collapse into flat ground, and nothing is taken for granted, and everything has to be earned. I don't know what the future holds for Cody, but I credit him and his companions on the road tremendously for creating a period where it feels like that could be happening again. What will Cody's legacy be? This is a bubble that could burst before the end of the year, and if certain people have their way, it will.

    But it could grow

    And grow

    And grow again

    I love this idea, this is all for Dusty, because everything he does is for Dusty, but it's also not, at it's core it's not for Dusty, it's for a man named Cody, a man not even allowed to use his last name. Imagine, having your name, your father's named, stripped away! And imagine not being stopped for a moment by that. Incredible.

    I love the quiet juxtaposition of Barry Windham, a man who had the ability to ride in THE SADDLE but was never driven enough, or bold enough, to try to jump in.

    I catch myself wondering what this situation would look like if Dusty was still with us, and I find I can't. I can't wrap my mind around that reality.

    Wonderful piece, guys. This is my favorite thing in the forums right now.

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    Thanks man the devil is in the details...and you definitely grabbed that bastard by the horns
    Last edited by Benjamin Button; 2 Weeks Ago at 01:51 AM.

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    LOP Freebirds Buddy Roberts SirSam's Avatar
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    I don't have much more to say than I loved this. You have captured this really interesting moment in time for Cody Rhodes so well.

    This is a guy that doesn't have a last name but has 'dream' tattooed over his heart. I watched his series against The Shield recently for my main page columns and you could see how much he relished being with his brother and father on screen. I haven't gone as far as the Stardust stuff yet but I don't think I will.

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    'Relish' is such a great word choice. I've always been about the people who want to leave their mark on this earth, in whatever way they feel called to do. Is there a more neutralizing and debilitating frame than to tell folks that it's all a play, someone else has chosen your role, and you should be content where we place you. I feel like that is the energy in so many people's lives. Like they have been cast in a role they don't want but, "Oh, well. What can you do?" Cody shows us what you can do. This dude was guaranteed nothing when he left WWE. I'm ranting now, so I will stop, but I do think social media, podcasting, living in an information age where we need material, we are living in a world where opportunity might be more available than ever, and yet we are living under narratives opposite of that reality.

    Nothing inspires me like seeing someone go for it. We're all gonna fuckin' die. What do you have to lose?

    Go

    for

    it.

    Good on you for picking up on that energy from Cody even way back when.

    So true.

    So on point.

    September 1 is getting close.

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