Post by Alexander Rizzo on Dec 9, 2016 0:51:44 GMT
In life people are force to make changes... In life you will fail… In life people will taste success…
Savannah, Georgia
11/26/2016
“Please… Oh… Please!” Penelope asked, as she handed me the remote to the television. I looked over at my wife, Dawn who had just finished feeding both Bryan and Ryan. She nodded her head yes as she sat down next to Christian and Jacques on the sofa.
I smiled as I pushed buy on the television. “I guess we can watch Pete’s Dragon again.” I then laid the remote on the coffee stand next to me. “Penny do you want to sit on daddy’s lap, or next to daddy?” I asked as I already knew the answer.
In a cute little sarcastic voice, she replied. “On you lap. Daddy!” She then climbed up and positioned herself on my lap snuggling up to my arms as the movie started to play.
I dozed off half way through the movie only to be awaken with Penny tossing and turning in my lap. I looked around everyone was asleep except for Dawn who had tears in her eyes from the movie, I carefully stood up and placed penny back onto the sofa next to her brothers who was asleep as well and made my way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom I heard the doorbell ring and when I returned to the living room Tyler and Dawn was talking.
“Tyler, bro what are you doing here?” I quietly asked as I made my way toward the two of them.
“I heard from Sean and Kayleigh…” Knowing the up and down history between Sean and me, he responded.
“Really, how are they liking living in Belize?” As thoughts of back to the days of Sean, Myself and Dylan training at the gym crossed my mind, I asked.
“They are doing great! Sean asked how you was doing. He also wanted to congratulate you on the birth of Ryan and Bryan.” Tyler paused for a moment rubbing his chin with his right hand….
Before he could say anything… “Let’s head into the Kitchen, so we don’t wake the kids… Besides that I need a cup of coffee.” I said as I turned and walk toward the kitchen.
While following me into the Kitchen Tyler went on to talk about what he was going to say before I interrupted him. “Jackson, rumors have been making headlines, and you are the number one topic in social media that you have decided to return to wrestling.”
“Yeah, it is something I need to do. I have missed the ring.” I responded as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Look Sean, as your little brother I need to tell you that you have nothing to prove anymore. You finally have cemented your legacy inside the ring and you did it at a young age. If you miss the ring so much why don’t you come and teach at the academy.” He said.
“Tyler I thought about doing that, but truth be told I am never more happier then when I am inflicting pain and taking peoples hopes and dreams awake.” I chuckled a little bit. “Alright, bro, well I need to get going I am meeting with DJ up in Raleigh tomorrow. I want to say thanks, Mom and Dad said they enjoyed their selves over Thanksgiving spending it with you Dawn and your little army of Children.” Tyler said.
“Thanks, I did too. Hey let me walk you to the door.” I said. He nodded his head in agreement as we walked back through the living room. After he left I laid down on the floor.
:::Rec:::
Present Day
1:00 am
Victory Studios
There I sat in the middle of the ring. Victory studio’s was empty, yet I can hear all the questions. I sat there contemplating my future in Victory wrestling wondering if this was the correct path. I stood up and walked slowly to the far right corner before taking a seat on the top turn-buckle.
“I believe it was John Kennedy who said Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future. What was Kennedy trying to say? All our lives we was told to never look ahead to take one day at a time. People say that if you look to the future you will miss what is right in front of you today. When people reference that quote they take it as literally as possible. I myself look at it in a different light. You see everyday change happens. You will never see the same thing twice. Take for example. If you look at a dollar bill today and tomorrow you pull that same dollar bill and look at it again. That dollar bill is different now. It will have different folds or wrinkles. It will never look like it did when you first saw it. So what John Kennedy was trying to say was live in the now and always look to the future.”
“That is exactly what I was doing on Episode one. I was living in the moment and looking to the future. I get it I am hated and that doesn’t bother me as I have never really cared what the fans or what the people in the back think of me. I saw and opportunity and I seized the moment. I didn’t sit on the sidelines and expected to be handed a slot in the hunt for the championship I stood in the middle of the ring toe to toe with Vortex and took my slot. I wasn’t like my tag team partner Mr. Hyde and stood by dumb founded at the event. Nor was I like Calvin Harris or Mary-Jane Braxton holding out hope for a chance to get in the ring and show the crowed and the cult following Victory fans how pathetic they are inside the ring. Which brings me to my next topic.” “So Vortex thought it would be a good idea to team me up with Mr. Hyde to face Calvin and Mary-Jane. I myself think it is a bad idea. You see growing my school would send progress reports home saying that I do not play well with others, or sorry to inform you that your son was placed in in school suspension for fighting. My favorite one was we regret to inform you but we think that it would be in the best interest that you should find other educational opportunities for your child. So with that being said who is it to say that I might use this match to further my chances of ensuring my way to Revolutions main event. I might work well with Mr. Hyde to ensure out victory only to turn on him after the match and attack him using brute force or anything I could to cripple him. On the other hand in the past I have been known to walk out of a match leaving my partner high and dry. So I will leave you guys left to guess what will happen.”
“Moving forward it would be rude of me to not address Calvin and Mary-Jane future. Calvin tries so hard to be a villain it is pathetic if you ask me. He reminds me of this guy I knew a long time ago that would make his way out to the middle of the ring and address the fans telling them he is not a bad guy but he is a good guy. Pathetic, Calvin if you want to truly be hated at Episode you are presented with the chance of a life time turn your back and leave Mary-Jane alone. Walk away that is the only way to get a bad rep and it is the only way you will leave the ring able to walk.”
“Mary-Jane I am sure you have heard the jokes and the wise cracks about how your name is the same as a special plant. I could be as dumb as the other idiots you have face and address that the whole time that I talk about you but I won’t because I have already spent too much time on you and it is time for me to leave this building before I get arrested for breaking and entry.”
“I like the three of you to pay close attention to what I am about to say. If I decide to grace the sheep in the audience with my abilities in the ring. All three of you will see why I am Malicious, Violent, and Sadistic inside a ring. And Victory Wrestling will see why I am excellent by design and Dangerous by Choice.”
::/Rec::
Last Edit: Dec 9, 2016 0:57:10 GMT by Alexander Rizzo: None of my coding was working
OOC: Going to be real honest. I had zero motivation for this roleplay. I think that much will be shown throughout. I could have done more, but it would have been a matter of forcing it. No sense in making an already blah rp more blah by forcing it. So, we'll see what happens. Try to enjoy it if you can.
DUST YOURSELF OFF Chapter 01
December 8th, 2016 Thursday Afternoon
“Son of a bitch!”
From the living room, Calvin shouted at the top of his lungs. The way that he shouted, the tone used, and just how unexpected it was would have lead people to believe that there was something wrong, very wrong at that. Yet the reality of it all was the 28 year old man found himself raging over a video game. Madden 17 to be exact. Sitting there with a large headset on, the microphone angled towards his mouth, and the controller in hand. His eyes were narrowed into a glare and focused on the big screen TV. That glare made it clear he was unhappy.
“Fuck you and your mother kid! That was passing interference, and the game fucked me. It’s just as rigged as the NFL!”
His grip on the controller was so tight that his knuckles were actually beginning to turn white. It was at that exact moment Alessandra came around the corner with a little bit of attitude in her step. There was also an expression on her face that let it be known she wasn’t very happy. To which might have had a lot to do with his loud mouth. Glaring right at him, but the problem was Calvin was so into the game that he wasn’t paying attention to anything else. Therefore he hadn’t even notice her come in. Taking it upon herself to attempt to get his attention.
“Calvin.”
When she had spoke her voice was certainly loud enough that even with headphones on and the sound effects of the game pumping through those headphones into his ears, she would have been heard. More than anything it seemed came off as if Calvin had ignored her. To which wasn’t going to make the situation any better. All that was going to do was irritate her more. Gritting her teeth as if she was attempting to keep some level of calmness to her.
“I know you hear me.”
“I do, but as you can clearly see. I’m a little busy right now. I’ll listen to you bitch about shit later.”
Without seemingly any actual thought put into his words. More so reacting off the emotions of being frustrated and being “interrupted” as if it was some type of inconvenience. He just fired off with the first thing that came to mind. That was more than enough to send her over the edge. Without a word being said, Alessandra walked herself across the living room floor over to the TV. Calvin still zoning out and not paying attention, but the second she reached out yanking the HDMI cord from the television preventing him from being able to see and finish the game. It forced him to snap back to reality.
Needless to say watching him rise from the couch, rip his head phones off his head, and tossed them down right along with the controller down on the couch was amusing to say the least. Well at least it would have been amusing to her. The glare in his eyes intensified, but now it was being aimed in her direction.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Who? Me?!”
She gasped in a bit of “shocked” manner while pointing to herself. Clearly being the smartass that the two of them both knew she could be when she had finally had enough of someone’s shit.
“OH! ... You’re talking about your game right?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“Well, I just thought that since you wanted to act like a child that you should be treated like one too. It’s only the fair thing to do if you ask me. Therefore as far as this Mom is concerned you’ve lost your video games for the rest of the day.”
Twirling the HDMI cord around in her hand in a careless manner. Calvin started to glare a little more. The thing was Calvin was passionate about a couple things in life. Football is one of them. Rather it was a video game or watching an actual game. He didn’t like to lose or see his team lose, so he was known for lashing out. Alessandra of all people knew that, but it seemed like at this point she was kind of just fed up with his childish antics.
“Stop being stupid and just plug my game back in.”
“I’m being stupid? Sorry baby, I don’t believe I’m the one that’s in my late twenties shouting curse words to little ten year olds on the internet over a silly game, just because they happen to have way too much free time on their hands so they’re a little bit better than you are in said game.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“It’s okay to lose every once in awhile. We can’t all be winners!”
The grin on Alessandra’s face said it all. She was having a little too much fun getting under his skin. Not to mention she was carrying herself with quite the “clapback” mentality for the day. She was super quick and super on point with her responses.
“And I’d like to think of this as doing yourself as well as myself a favor. I won’t have to worry about a toddler getting woken up because her dad is an idiot that won’t stop yelling at a lame game, which then in return means I don’t have to deal with her being super cranky. In the meantime this saves you countless hours being wasted and you get to do something more productive, like pack for your flight in the morning. Aren’t I just the ever so caring? I mean that’s one of the reasons you asked me marry you right?”
Grinning from ear to ear, laying it on extra thick. The entire time Calvin’s expression hadn’t changed any. He was still annoyed and getting more annoyed with the fact she thought she was being cute, when in reality she wasn’t. She was aiming to piss him off. That and add the fact that he wasn’t getting what he wanted as far as the game being turned back on.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Calvin quickly stated with a certain boldness and confidence to his words.
“Now just stop with all this bullshit, plug the cord back in, and leave me to do what I was doing in peace.”
He proceeded to sit himself down on the couch after that and grabbed his headphones untangling the cord with the intentions of putting them back on. He had carried himself as if his word was the only word that mattered. That entire time Alessandra just looked back at him with a confused expression on her face.
“What do you mean you aren’t going anywhere? You’re meant to be in Charlotte this weekend. For uh... what the hell is that place called again?”
“Are you talking about Victory Wrestling?”
“Ah yes the place with the most generic name for a wrestling promotion. I knew it was something along those lines.”
Being known for her often over-opinionated remarks. Alessandra was just a woman that called it like she saw it. Not once had she ever been one to sugar coat a damn thing. At least this time her opinion was taking place within their home. She didn’t have to worry about people’s feelings getting hurt and a thousand keyboard warriors coming at her in a hundred and forty characters or less on twitter. Calvin simply rolled his eyes at her response at that moment.
“Am I technically supposed to be there this weekend? Yes, by all technicalities I am meant to be there, but I’ve made up my mind that I will not be going. If you actually paid attention to me you would know what’s going on and why that decision has been made.”
“Sweetheart, I love you but you know when you say things like that it makes you sound like more of the female in this relationship.”
She grinned, still very much on this kick of busting his balls for the lack of a better term. Letting the cord fall out of her hand at that moment pretty much sticking to her guns about the whole no video games thing. She took a couple of steps in his general direction.
“Besides it’s always something new with you almost every single day. Something or someone gets under your skin on a constant. Upsetting you or bothering you. Sending you into these epic rants. Like the time you were irritated about the wind blowing to the south when you thought it should have been blowing to the east according to you.”
“First of all that...”
“I dare you to say that it didn’t happen. I’ve got no problem pulling out my phone and showing you the video that I still have of you ranting about it. It’s the wind Calvin, it wasn’t that serious.”
Calvin didn’t offer a response. Instead he tossed the headphones back down to the side of him crossing his arms across his chest with a sour expression on his face, almost as if he had been busted. Alessandra grinned a little more realizing that she had gotten the upper hand once more and when he didn’t offer a response, she only continued.
“That’s what I thought... But anyway, if something as minor as the wind blowing in the wrong direction gets under your skin. Then I could only imagine how juvenile this issue you have with Victory Wrestling might be. So as a loving and caring wife, I’m going to give you the advice that you need. Stop being so overly emotional over small things. You will pack your bags, you will fly to Charlotte, and you will be part of that show because you’re not unprofessional and because wrestling is what you’re good at. Besides you know the whole yelling at children online.”
Offering a little wink in his direction as she finished up the statement. Yet, the expression on his face hadn’t changed much at all. He still looked very much annoyed with her and more so with the conversation at hand. His unhappiness was given away purely off a facial expression.
“Glad that you just think you can make decisions for me.”
“Are you not aware of how marriage works, boo? It’s always me deciding things for you. It’s always me telling you what to do. Irt’s always me getting what I want, why you nod your head and say yes ma’am.”
“Can you be serious for one goddamnit?!”
And just like that he had snapped out. Far worse than he had so far, which was really proving just how frustrated that he was. Calvin then stood himself up from the couch only to start pacing the floor a tad bit with that annoyed look on his face. Alessandra wasn’t looking any better. She was right back to being annoyed which had everything to do with how he had talked to her, but before she had the chance to say anything he was already going off.
“For you to say what you said is easier said than done. You aren’t the one that just went through what I went through. You aren’t the one that had to deal with the shit that I had to deal with.”
Shaking his head some.
“You’re talented at so many things. You’re gifted at so many different things. You’re in a position where you can make a living doing something that isn’t wrestling. I on the other hand am not. Wrestling is all I know and wrestling is all I’ve ever wanted. And to be more honest than that. I don’t mean to be offensive when I say this, but because you’ve got all of that. You’ve never been as dedicated, as passionate, or as obsessed with this business as I have. This isn’t your life, but it is mine. You’re content not being in the ring, but for me it drives me nuts.”
Even though he had said what he said about it not meaning to be offensive, it was very much offensive. The question could arise as who the hell did he think he was to question her passion and her love for the business. He wasn’t her, he didn’t know her thoughts. Something that was swirling in her mind, but before her tongue could let her lash out. Calvin was once again quick to continue onward with his rant.
“I flat out got screwed in my debut to Victory. It was on camera, it was well-documented, it was seen by every single person in attendance that night. The referee delivered a fast count when I was pinned and screwed me out of the match. Yet even with the concrete evidence right there in front of everyone’s faces... Nothing was done!”
The intensity, the rage, and the frustration in his voice came out more and more with each word. Taking his hands and running them through his hair in an intense manner while continuing to pace the floor back and forth.
“That referee is getting off scot-free more or less. For the man in charge, the man that’s running things isn’t doing anything but sitting on his ass. No apology has been ordered. No fine has been slapped on him. No suspension or termination has taken place. Literally nothing is being done. And why should that surprise me? After all if you don’t have a pair of tits, an ass, and a vagina. The guy doesn’t pay attention to you. It’s either that or he’s too busy being a little bitch and getting bullied in a company that he’s meant to be running.”
Calvin’s words could be considered very judgmental, but at the same time it was almost a given that he didn’t give a damn. Not at this given moment anyway.
“I was made to look like a fool in front of thousands. I was embarrassed in front of thousands. I was made out to be nothing more than a joke in front of thousands and from the way it seems. They’re just expecting me to take it. They’re just expecting me to deal with it. No, fuck that and fuck them!”
All of the sudden he had stopped pacing the floor and had this look on his face as if he was truly defeated. A look that Nova had never seen out of him before. This look truly screamed that the man she was meant to marry was giving up. With that defeated look in his eyes he spoke with a more somber tone.
“I know I’ve said it before, but this time more than any other time in the past. I’m considering retirement. At twenty eight years old, I no longer enjoy wrestling. As passionate as I am, as much as I care about this business, and as much as this might be all that I know. I don’t enjoy it anymore. I haven’t enjoyed it for nearly a year now. I honestly feel like the best option for me is to just be done. Retire and disappear into the shadows.”
It was true, there had been plenty of times that Calvin had said that he wanted to retire or that he was considering leaving the business behind, but this was different than any other time. That look of complete defeat that filled up his eyes told a story that had never been told before. Alessandra simply tilted her head to the side taking all of this in. She slowly started to push herself up from where she was sitting on the couch. Her face made her seem like she was at a lost for words, but she had to say something.
“Calvin...”
She was being sure to tread lightly with what her response was going to be.
“I am going to support whatever decision you ultimately make in the end. I truly had no idea that you felt this discouraged and this badly about the wrestling business. Maybe that’s my fault for not paying more attention, but at the same time you’ve been fed up before. It only resulted in you going back out on the next road trip. Being part of the next match and doing what you’ve always wanted to do, but if you’ve truly reached the end of your rope. If you’re truly done. If Victory Wrestling and the bullshit that happened is truly the end of the road for you, then I support you and I support that decision.”
Stepping in front of him and reaching out to put her hands on his chest in a reassuring manner. Looking deep into those dark colored eyes of his.
“But I want you to make sure that’s the decision you truly want to make and make sure that it isn’t going to be one that you regret. And keep in mind even if it’s best for you, you’re going to let them win. You’ll be letting them win by leaving because that just tells them that they did in fact break you and break your spirit. It’ll tell them that if they can break someone as good as you, then they can break anyone and continue to get away with it. It’ll be a nasty recycle time and time again. Something that ultimately won’t be your problem. At the same time though, if there’s anyone that can put a company in their place it's you. That all depends on whether or not you choose to get up and dust yourself off.”
Calvin’s eyes remained narrowed, but not in the glaring fashion and not with any indication that he was furthered irritated. Yet they were narrowed in a manner in which it appeared as if he was trying to understand what she was getting at and make sense of all of this. Maybe even considering his options.
“In the end Calvin, it is your choice. Nothing I can do and nothing I say will get you to change your mind. Nothing anyone else says or does will get you to do anything other than what you want to do deep down. All I ask is that you truly think about everything before you make any rational decisions.”
Patting him on the chest softly and then pushing herself up on her tip toes briefly pushing her lips against his. After the kiss was shared, Alessandra turned herself around and made her way out of the living room area leaving him standing there alone. For that brief moment he looked at the doorway where she had disappeared too. It was clear that she was trying to help and that she was trying to be understanding, but at the same time it wasn’t her call to make. He seemed to be done with Victory Wrestling and done with the business in general. Only he would be able to change his mindset.
THE SAME OLD SHIT Chapter 02
December 10th, 2016 Saturday Morning
It was a Saturday Morning in Charlotte, North Carolina and the weather was not the greatest outside. There wasn’t any snow. There wasn’t any rain. There wasn’t any wind, but it sure was cold out. Not to mention it wasn’t going to get any warmer with the forecast staying the high of the day would be forty five degrees. Trust and believe there would be a lot of people staying in on this weekend morning. Not everyone got that luxury, especially when today was meant to be something special to a couple different people. The second show in Victory Wrestling’s young history would be taking place.
That meant that the entire day was going to be busy for nearly every single person that was involved with the company. From the man in charge to the people that conducted interviews to even the wrestlers. It was a day that was completely and utterly packed for everyone. One of those people that were going to be having a packed day was a man by the name of Calvin Harris. Speaking of the Martyr, he found himself sitting in the parking lot of the arena. His eyes in a bit of narrowed manner as he glared at the door that would lead him inside the arena.
The expression given almost seemed like there was some true negativity surging through his veins. It was almost a look of true resentment. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed a hold of his iPhone that was sitting in the center console of the rental car he was driving for the weekend. Thanks to Periscope, he would be able to post a live video to twitter. Hitting the live button popped the app right up and then in another tap to the button record. The feed was live resulting in Calvin angling the camera towards him with that same sour expression on his face.
“Nothing ever changes...”
Pausing for that brief moment while shaking his head to the side.
“Allow me to clear that up before people start jumping the gun. What I mean by nothing ever changes is that things in professional wrestling never change. People are always going to be shady. People are always going to be untrustworthy and people are always going to stab you in the back the first chance they get as long as it means it is going to be a situation where they come out on top looking better than everyone else. And yes, I’m speaking about Victory Wrestling.”
There was a small amount of bitterness in the sound of his voice. It was pretty much putting it out there that he had an issue and not only did he have an issue, but it was something that had weighed heavy on his mind.
“Prior to coming into Victory Wrestling... I had expressed that I didn’t want to come to a company that was just going to screw me over. I didn’t want to be part of a company that wouldn’t show me the right amount of respect that I deserved. I didn’t want to be in a company that wouldn’t treat me the way that I deserved to be treated. I had worked in Pure Amusement Wrestling and my entire eight months there was horrible because of how they treated me. I had worked for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation where I was never truly given the proper respect that I was deserved. I was sick and tired of being jerked around by these promotions. Now don’t get it twisted I am not saying that Victory had to bend over backwards to kiss my ass.
I’m not saying that they had to go out of their way to hand me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. Not saying that at all, but my name has proven itself to be star worthy. When I step into that ring, I prove myself to be better than half the people that exist in this current generation of wrestlers. Course, that’s when Victory Wrestling made me all these promises. Swearing up and down that they were different. Swearing up and down I’d be treated fairly. Swearing up and down I wouldn’t have anything to worry about. I’d have the chance to be successful. I should have known better though. I shouldn’t have bought into it. I should have been smarter than that. Should have seen the line of bullshit they were trying to feed me.”
Once more he could be seen just shaking his head from side to side.
“But like an idiot I didn’t see it coming. Like an idiot I trusted the line of bullshit I was fed. Like an idiot I trusted that Victory Wrestling would be different than any other company I have ever worked for, but that wasn’t the case at all. In fact I learned very quickly that Victory Wrestling is just like every other company I have worked for. It’s the same old shit with them as it had been with everywhere else. The first chance this company got, they decided to fuck me over and immediately make me regret signing my name to a contract. All it took is for the first main event of the very first show ever produced for all of that to go down.
A match that everyone knows that I was going to win. Sure there might have been several people rooting for Kitty and JT, but everyone knew in the back of their minds that I was going to win. Everyone knew that Kitty was past her prime. Everyone knew that JT had never been anything special. Everyone knew that I was bound to be the breakout star of the company, but it would seem that rubbed management the wrong way. It appears that someone didn’t like the fact that I was getting all the attention I was getting. Because when that match took place and I got in the position to make an impact. The shady business began!”
Calvin’s eyes began to narrow a little bit more while looking into the lens of his camera. The intensity and the rage in his voice picking up the tempo.
“I had dropped JT on his head and neck with Art of Betrayal. The moment I did that I heard the entire crowd gasp and it was like time was standing still for them. They were hit with the realization that it was all about to come true. JT was going to be the first one eliminated. I made the cover knowing that I had it won and what happened? JT kicks out! ... Well, that would depend on how you look at the referee’s count. It was a rather slow count compared to every other count up to that point. Almost like he was counting slow to give JT a fighting chance. Maybe the company thought I was an idiot.
Or maybe the company thought that I just wouldn’t catch it, but that’s where they are dead wrong. Because I did catch it, I caught it right away and that’s why I damn near broke the little fuck’s neck right there in the middle of the ring. I don’t know who the hell told him to do that. Rest assured there’s going to be a time and a place where I find out, but I know it wasn’t something he came up with on his own. Luckily for the referee I didn’t break his neck. I did throw him to the mat. Which might have hurt his feelings, but it was a lot better than what I could have done. That’s a guarantee.
Yet that shit not only cost me an elimination, but it also cost me to lose focus. Even if it was for a brief moment, that’s all it took for Kitty to catch me off guard with her spot monkey like flipping DDT. Whatever the hell she calls it. It wasn’t going to be enough to put me down. Sure I’ll give it to her. It caught me off guard and it did hurt, but even after getting hit with it. I knew I was getting back up. Or least that’s how it should have worked. Yet before I knew what happened, the referee counted super quick. Officially eliminating me from the match, but more importantly fucking me over.”
Rage was starting to be heard just a little bit more. After having two weeks to think about it, now this was the first time he had actually began to let it out of him. All it told people is that all hell was going to be breaking loose here soon and when that did happen. It wasn’t going to be good for anyone.
“Again, I know that someone put the referee up to that. That much more clear now than ever, considering it’s two weeks later and literally nothing was done about what happened. The so called Owner of this company didn’t reach out to me to discuss the situation. The so called Owner didn’t release any type of statement on the issue. The referee wasn’t slapped with a fine, he wasn’t suspended for his actions, and he damn sure wasn’t terminated from his job. All that tells me is that the screwjob was an inside job. Because if it wasn’t then something would have been done to ensure that justice was served and I didn’t walk out.
Believe me that’s exactly where I was at the end of the night. I was going to walk out on Victory Wrestling and never return. Hell, up until a few nights ago I still felt like walking out on the company. I was going to do it in the most unprofessional way too. I was just not going to show up tonight. I wasn’t going to give an email or a phone call. Nor did I plan on returning emails or phone calls when it became clear that I wasn’t going to be here. That was going to be my middle finger to Victory Wrestling since they’ve got no problem giving me the middle finger. But yet here I am... and the company should be kissing my soon to be wife’s ass for that.
See had it not been for her being the voice of reason. Had it not been for her taking the time to talk a little bit of sense into me, then I wouldn’t be here and you would have no doubt lost out on the biggest star that you’ve got. Then I would have went on a mission to exposure the people that work for this company and the man that is in charge of things. Had I began that mission, I assure you that Victory Wrestling wouldn’t be existing in the New Year. She did this company and everyone working for it a major solid in making me see the light. As she pointed out that if I just up and quit, then nothing will truly ever be done about that screwjob.”
Seemingly at the flip of a switch, that rage had seemed to have gone away. Well most of it had gone away. A smirk now crossing his lips instead of that hateful and glaring expression.
“Quitting would only result in this company being able to get away with what they did. Quitting would only give this company the illusion that they could continue to do things like that. Quitting would let this company think that they’ve won and that they’ve gotten the last laugh on me. I’ve got entirely too much fight in me and too much pride in me to let that happen. All I needed was my eyes opened up just a little bit. Now I find myself in a position where I’m motivated to tear this company down from the inside and to take out every single person that stands in my way. To which I intend on starting things off right tonight.”
A rather serious tone of voice was used making the man sound like he was truly focused on this the task at hand for the night.
“I find myself teaming up with Mary-Jane Braxton. Who if I may be brutally honest for a second is one of the most overrated pieces of trash this business has ever produced. Everyone sucks this bitch’s clit like she’s one of the greatest things to ever enter this wrestling business. All that clout, all that hype, and in reality she’s mediocre at best. Yet that’s the partner, I’ve been given. However I can safely say even with someone that’s highly overrated and mediocre as hell. I know that the two of us are going to leave with a victory at the end of the night. For crying out loud look at what we’re up against. Jackson Ford and Mr. Hyde? Really?
Let’s go ahead and start with Mr. Hyde shall we? This guy is meant to impress me? This is a guy that I’m meant to be as some type of threat to me? Am I meant to suddenly consider you to be a threat to me just because you claim to have a “strong” MMA background? You know how many people around the world claim to have the same background? You know how many people go into UFC basically claiming to knock anyone and everyone they come in contact with out cold? Only to have themselves knocked out cold within seconds. Get the hell out of here.”
Shaking his head about in a manner that very easily let it be known that he was not impressed with Mr. Hyde or anything that seemed to have anything to do with the man that would be one of his opponents later on in the evening. Maybe in the long run that was the issue for Calvin. He never seemed to give anyone any proper credit. At the same time it was a given that you couldn’t change the Martyr’s mindset.
“Maybe I’m meant to take you seriously because you’re described as a suplex machine... Yeah, because that was something that you came up with on your own. Suddenly suplexes are cool again, but just a few years back suplexes didn’t mean shit in this business. In order for you to be this suplex machine. You’ve actually got to get your hands on me. You’ve got to be talented enough to trap me and do the damage. To which I don’t see you having the talent to do so. See, I’m not like the jaborni you faced in your debut to Victory. I’ve got far more talent in my left pinky than he did in his entire body.
So, yeah it was a given you were just going to be able to toss him around the ring with ease. You try that shit with me and you’re going to get kicked right in your face. You’re simply no match for me. Regardless of what you try and tell people about your background. Regardless of how dangerous you supposedly are. That even includes this story about you being part of a illegal Biker Gang. Dude, Sons of Anarchy died two years ago and they’re never bringing the show back. Just let the shit go. It had a great run, but trust me no one is buying this logic of you being a badass biker. Not when you resemble a little bitch more than anything.
And you know what feel free to let that offend you, Mr. Hyde. Feel free to let that get under your skin. Feel free to make you feel some type of way. I would love to see you get in the ring tonight acting off pure emotion and showing your true colors of being a little bitch. Because when that happens. It’ll be so much easier for you to pick you straight up and then drop you on your head and neck in the center of the ring. It’ll be fun for me to make you the very first victim on my warpath. I will take personal satisfaction in leaving you paralyzed from the waist down. Enjoy your last few hours of being able to walk on your own.”
Those lips of his curving into a sinister smirk that only he could give. That smirk described things in the way that they truly needed to be described. Calvin had all the intentions in the world of doing some serious damage when he got in the ring tonight. He was aiming to hurt people and when someone was that dangerous. It could lead to some pretty bad things.
“Which then leaves the other man that I will be in the ring with tonight. A man by the name of Jackson Ford and from the way it sounds. Quite a few people have heard of you name. Quite a few people seem to know who you are. Quite a few people seem to be impressed with your resume... but allow me to go ahead and put it out to you like this. The one person that does matter aka me. I’m not impressed with your resume, mainly because I don’t know who the fuck you are. Then again, I don’t really care to know you are either. In my book you’re as irrelevant as they come.
And on top of that Jackson, I saw everything that I needed to see on the first episode. You’re one of those guys that claim to have all this history, all this background, and all this clout. Yet nothing to actually back any of it all. But worst of all you’ve proven to be one of those guys that thinks that he can just walk out in front of hundreds to even thousands of people and demand to be given a title shot or handed the title. You don’t compete for it. Hell, you didn’t even have a match last week and you thought you could go out to make one of those claims. You proved in my eyes to be the one word everyone hates in this business... JOBBER!”
For that brief moment he had paused himself seemingly letting everyone just take in what he said.
“Yes, I said it. I called you a jobber and I’m sure that everyone is going to lose their minds over it. After all it’s a word that makes everyone get in their feels and get bent out of shape over. I do believe the reason being is because the word is thrown around a lot and most people don’t seem to understand the correct meaning of the word, but I assure you. I know the correct meaning. I know how to use it right and I know when someone is a jobber. You sir Jackson Ford are just that, a complete and utter fucking jobber. Only someone like that would pull the stunt that you did, but it seemingly worked.
You got added to the fucking tournament deal that’s taking place. To which also proves to me what I’ve already been considering, that the moron in charge doesn’t have a fucking clue as to what he is doing. Giving you what you wanted is only going to fuel that ego that you don’t have a right to have in the first place. Giving you what you wanted only took away a spot from someone that would have been more deserving, but more importantly than all of that. Giving you what you wanted is going to prove to be nothing more than a waste of everyone’s time considering you aren’t going to go the distance.
You’re not even going to make it out of this match with complete health, so there’s not a chance you’re going to come even close to surviving the Fatal Four Way with all of us next time out. That much is a given and as far as I am concerned all the facts are there. When the pressure is on and when the spotlight is on you to prove just how good you claim to be. You’re going to choke. You’re going to choke in the worst possible way and prove to everyone that you’re exactly what I say that you are. And because I know that’s going to happen. I won’t do what I could do with ending your career, I’ll let you end it yourself by being embarrassed.”
Continuing to keep that smirk spread across his lip. He was not only a man that could be considered one of the most dangerous between the ring ropes, but he was a man that could be considered the most dangerous when it came to the mindset he carried himself with. Destruction was the only thing that seemed to motivate him. Whether he was the one that caused the destruction or him watching other people not be able to prevent their own destruction. Keeping the camera still and on him.
“Believe me when I tell you, it won’t stop with Jackson and Hyde. No, it’ll continue next week when Mary-Jane is another body added following the Four Way. It’ll continue after that as well. Body after body after body will pile up. Injury after injury will occur. Example after example will be made out of everyone that crosses my path until I and I alone am satisfied with the injustice that was done against me. It didn’t have to be this way. Didn’t have to be this way. It never had to be personal. Things never had to get out of hand, but when you fuck me over. It turns out to be one of the biggest mistakes anyone has ever made in their lives. In this case both on a professional and personal level!”
That crazed look in his eye really put it over the top on how personal this had become. Not like anyone could blame him for feeling that way. If it was true that he had gotten screwed over, then it was a given that it was going to be taken personally. Then again it was always going to be his opinion versus everyone else’s despite the evidence.
“By the end of the night there is going to be one question that the man in charge and all of Victory Wrestling will be asking going forward. The question is as simple as this... Was it worth it? Was screwing me over truly worth it in the end?”
For a split second those eyes of his remained locked on the lens of the camera in his phone. His thumb hitting the button that quickly put an end to the live feed on Periscope. With another press of his thumb against the screen the live video was posted to his twitter account. In that moment it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Right away he found himself grabbing the car door and pushing it open before climbing out. Now he was eager to go inside whereas moments before he was still questioning it, but then again that had a lot to do with the man having quite a bit to prove tonight.
Post by Mary-Jane Braxton on Dec 10, 2016 23:28:46 GMT
The scene opens in the confines of the Victory Wrestling Studio. It is here that we see a darkly clad Mary-Jane Braxton sitting on a prop placed, old-timey rocking chair. A large book rest in her lap.
She rocks back and forth smoking from her "special" pipe not paying any mind. She hacks and coughs up a lung as behind the scene the camera worker for the studio is frantically waving at her.
"Damn this is some good shit... Are... Are we starting?"
The answer is an obvious one as she looks up to see the sharp red dot on the cameras. The red matches the red in her eyes as she looks around in a spacey look before resting her head back at the cameras.
Like a true professional she takes one last hit from her pipe before placing it underneath the chair. Her cheshire-cat smile lights up the frame as she takes a deep breath to begin.
"There's a lot I have to say, and as much as I know you all love to hear me talk I don't want to waste a single second on you losers. So turn off the distractions. Turn off your phones, you're not important enough to be getting messages or calls... If you weren't so insignificant you wouldn't have to watch a powerful woman such as myself address you. Ignore your children. They'll probably end up failures just like yourself, and they'll be showing that time works in one grand circle because eventually they'll be sitting in cheap chairs just like you... Watching my kids on their fifty-k televisions, smarter phones, holograms, or whatever the future has yet to show us...."
She smirks leaning back in the chair. She rocks just a bit, letting the silence hand on in the room before her eyes scale down to view the large book sitting on her lap. She dust the book off its cover before looking back up.
"Now that you're free and clear to hang on to my every last word let's begin..."
She pulls the book up to a standing position on it's spine. Pulling the cover over she licks her thumb as she turns a few pages.
"You see... class. I am going to give you all a little history lesson today. I know you all aren't as intellectually gifted such as myself, so let me break it down in a way you can easily digest it... A no fatties, that's not a cue to start squirting ketchup all over your screens. Hmmm... I'm sure around this festive time of year that everyone is familiar with Charles Dickens. That's not a porn star, that's an accomplished writer... An accomplished mind such as myself who... Well to put it easily for you all, he wrote the beloved classic... A Christmas Carol. You see for this lesson I will be identifying myself as one of the spirits that led old man Ebenezer Scrooge to find the folly of his ways, and showed him to a path full of Christmas Spirit... Just call me the Ghost of Victory's past, present, and future..."
She pulls out a pair of obnoxious reading glasses from her jacket pocket as she hums slightly to herself. She uses her finger to trace her starting spot within the book. Clearing her throat, she begins.
"Chapter one... The busy maid Maria looked fearful slightly as his hands roughly entered her tight as- ...
Her eyes widen quickly, nearly bulging through her glasses. She quickly reaches within and removes a magazine hidden from the camera by the bulky book. Before she tosses the magazine out of sight and out of mind. he title "Latina Hoe-riders" can be briefly seen.
"My apologies... wrong literature. Now... Chapter one. Christopher Burgess created webstream... Now Mister Burgess was... and is a very important man. Smart, just like me. Ruggedly handsome, not like you. But most importantly self-made... And let's be frank, the lot of you have to end up spraying febreeze and and flushing anything you all have... self-made. Anyways... Mister Burgess created the service webstream which put a collective sweat on the back of the necks of streaming service executives around the globe. In his attempt to create the best possible service he decided to add to his list of content and programming a special kind of production. A production with a lot of flash, a lot of pretty colors, and a lot of loud noise... A production still remedial enough to get your collective low IQ's hooked so you can pour more and more of your hard earned money made from your minimum wage jobs to fill his pocket... Ladies and germs, Mister Burgess... created himself a wrestling promotion."
She smiles sinisterly as she pulls the book closer into her.
"Now, Mister Burgess is a smart man... He knows better than to get involved directly with something as low brow as professional wrestling. So he hired a team. That team was responsible for finding the best talent in the world. The best talent on the independent scene, established names, yada-yada-yada... His team was to assemble a core roster of stars. Finely cut and crafted Athena's and Adonis' that would light up his fancy webstream service and get more and more hooked onto his product. Needless to say that you can take a strong hard look what his team brought back... A know that ultimately that team failed Mister Burgess. This roster... and you can loosely call it a roster... Is comprised of nothing but losers, and wannabes, and never-ever-gonnabes. Which is strikingly funny because he decided to name this promotion "Victory" Wrestling... I look at each man and woman other than myself and I don't see anything victorious about it."
Her eyes take a break, as she quickly pulls the glasses off of her face. Using the ends of her jacket sleeve to wipe away at the lenses she continues to speak, not needing the book to deliberate her feelings.
"In all honesty, Mr. Joseph Wright alleged descendant of the famous high-in-the-sky Wright brothers... You sir should be fired. In all of your limited wrestling know-how, you reached out high to the skies above like your perfectly mustached ancestors... And you only brought back one star... Me... Mary-Jane Braxton. Look at the first ever Victory show... Besides my classy dismantling of the trollop Katie Whatsherface the rest of the show was just... meh... Your main event was meh... This shouldn't be called Victory Wrestling. In all honesty it should be called Mary-Jane and the rest of them. You see now I'm the ghost of Victory's present... The past is the past, and fortunately life does grant second chances... The key to the success and survival of this company runs through me and me alone. You see all of these other quick do-it-yourself start up wrestling promotions fold and collapse like the weakest deck of cards. The reason? It's actually quite simple... You have to put the right people in the right places at the right fucking time... Victory Wrestling has enough star power resting its hopes and dreams on my beautiful smooth shoulders. That's why when I get on the twitter machine... When I do interviews... I don't identify myself as being apart of Victory Wrestling... Open your fucking eyes... I AM Victory Wrestling!"
Her physical expression is emboldened. She waves her arms a bit behind the book as she can feel the pressure rise within her blood. The heart beat of a true competitor almost over takes her.... Until... She reaches under the chair and gets her pipe back. Sparking a flame into it with her Dallas Cowboy superfan lighter, she takes a few mellowing puffs... Quickly calming herself.
"Excuse me... I get very excited... Now... Let's talk about the future of Victory Wrestling. Let's talk about this second installment of Victory Wrestling. I have been disrespected once again by having to share my star power... my influence... my sublime skill set with the likes of a partner... Yes playa playas I'm talking tag-team action. Me and the soulfully smooth singin' Calvin Harris against...
"Mary-Jane... You cannot say that. That's not the same guy..." The camera worker would murmur just loud enough for Braxton to hear him.
"What the fuck... what do you mean it isn't THAT Calvin Harris... Well fuck now I don't wanna do the match anymore..."
The camera shuffles a bit as the Victory staff members walks into the shot. He leans over the chair and whispers inaudibly into Mary-Jane's ear. Speaking of lawyers and litigation for the company with the route she was going down.
The promise of a hefty check was enough to keep Braxton's eye on the prize as she began to settle down...
"Alright... but I want that bonus wired to my Swiss bank account asap!"
"You don't have one of those..."
"What the fuck do you mean I don't have a Swiss bank account. I'm Victory Wrestling... I'll have whatever I say I have... Oh whatever just put it in my savings... I'm gonna goto college one day so I need it...
Mary-Jane sighs and puts her glasses back to the book regaining her place. Turning a few pages she looks back up to the camera, smiling as she continued onwards.
"Sorry about that boys and girls... It seems as if I was mistaken about the Calvin Harris that will be lucky enough to be on the winning team. Instead of a jazzy singer who gets all the bitches... I'll be teaming with fake-Calvin Harris... Who's just a plain old bitch in general. Haha am I lying though? Look at his hair... He has hair like a girl... Anyways, it'll be bitch-girl-hair-non-singing Calvin Harris and myself against.... against...
She looks up past the camera shrugging her shoulders a bit.
"Just do the fucking promo!"
"No seriously who are we wrestling?"
"Mister Hyde and Jackson Ford... Jesus Christ!"
"Who the fuck are those guys?"
"Your opponents!"
"What? I never heard of them... You know what? This promo is over... Goddamn shitty ass fake wrestling roster. I am a wrestling icon, I don't have to wrestle nobodies... Someone take this microphone wire from under my tit... It itches... Come on... Seriously!"
Mary-Jane violently rises from the chair kicking it back a bit. She heads directly to the camera knocking it ajar as the video feed gets very fuzzy for a second with the sounds of a massive temper-tantrum by Braxton behind heard off camera before the video feed cuts.
The camera regains its previous shot, with Mary-Jane sitting calmly now, enjoying a nice mug of hot chocolate. Closing her eyes for a deep sip, she finishes and sets the kitten mug down to the side of the chair before her attention focuses back in on the camera.
"Oh hello there... Sorry about the previous cut... In light of new information that specifically states that I won't get paid without finishing this little video for you... you... "lovely" Victory Wrestling fans... I have decided to press on. Now, I believe I last left off speaking about the future of Victory Wrestling... Actually I was going to speak on the futures of my opposition for this next installment of Victory Wrestling programming. Mister Hyde, and one Mister Luke Jackso-"
"MJ... seriously..."
"Nah I'm just kidding. I meant Jackson Ford... But really no one knows who either of those guys are... You literally can't tell the difference...."
A long sigh of disdain is heard from behind the camera before Braxton presses on.
"Fine... Mister Hyde and Jackson Ford. Two men who are both looking for an opportunity here in North Carolina... The picked the color scheme right with this company, because there is nothing but gold to be found here in Victory Wrestling. Victory is hot and brand new... It's the tight blonde with nice tits that's looking to catapult its way onto the scene as being THE hotbed of professional wrestling. However, that gold... That opportunity... It's already claimed and spoken for. You see Hyde... Ford... You too Harris... You all are the pedestal for me to sit pretty on. I was lauded and touted from day one as being THE face of Victory Wrestling... and THE face in the hearts, souls, and minds of every man, woman, and child that pays the general cost of admission to see their favorite wrestler... ME. This company is designed for me to succeed, and for all of you too simply fall in line. You three gentlemen are nothing but mere background singers... I'll give you one easy guess as to who is the Beyonce around this bitch..."
"I feel bad for you all... Not really... But I can pretend to feel bad for you all... You were probably lied too. You were sold a bridge over in Brooklyn by your agents and managers. They probably leaned in real close into your ears... And sung you all a beautiful song about how this place was the prime chance to become the face of a company... The prime chance to become a champion. What they forgot to sing in their little tune was that this company already sold its soul to me... The path of gold in North Carolina runs through me. You can get placed in the foursome matches... You can beat the other losers and nobodies who take up roster space... But when that bell rings, and when it's me you're looking at in the opposite corner of the ring... You'll get that tight feeling in your chest... You'll try to wrap your arms around to rub that spot on your back that feels wounded. You'll know that you've been hoodwinked... You've been conned... You've been had.... You've been bamboozled... You've been deceived... And you've been beaten... By me... Even before I lay a fucking finger on you. Because when this history lesson is done... When time passes and the pyramids of Giza, and the other wonders of the world fall prey to undefeated father time... You'll know that Mary-Jane Braxton was the humble past of Victory Wrestling... Mary-Jane Braxton is the brazen present of Victory Wrestling... And Mary-Jane Braxton will be the bright future of Victory Wrestling...
Location: Orient Beach State Park, New York Date: Wednesday 30/11/2016 10pm Off Camera
Introduction: The scene opens to see the man we've come to know as Mr Hyde sitting on a picnic table dressed in his usual gear of a pair of blue leather Nike Air Force Ones, baggy jeans and a modern black leather Harley Davidson jacket with his black leather Saints of Anarchy cut over the top. His black custom Harley Davidson Road King is sitting parked behind him as he's sits smoking a cigarette when an all black 1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS hardtop pulls up behind him and out gets a woman in her early twenties, she has shortish black hair and is dressed in black skinny jeans tucked into black Doc Martens boots and a black leather jacket. She walks over to him and smiles.
Izzy: Hey stranger!
I get up and we share a hug.
Hyde: If it isn't little Izzy.
Izzy: You know I don't like it when you call me that.
I grin.
Hyde: That's why I call you it...
Izzy: Of course you do.
I sit back down on the picnic bench and Izzy takes a seat beside me.
Hyde: So she still running okay?
Izzy: Yep one thing you Drakes know is your way around a car engine.
I reach into my pocket and bring out my pack of cigarettes and offer her one, which she accepts. She puts it in her mouth and I light it for her.
Hyde: So I'm guessing you're not here to for small talk or to talk about cars?
Izzy: Afraid not, Aeryn is in trouble, that bastard Andy is beating her, he does it in places no one can see but we went clothes shopping the other day and noticed the bruises, on her stomach, on the top of her arms and on her thighs...
I clench my jaw which causes Izzy to look at me.
Izzy: You didn't know they were dating... I'm sorry I thought you did...
Hyde: It's okay... You want me to go down there and sort him out?
She takes a puff on her cigarette.
Izzy: What I want is for you to bury the son of a bitch in a ditch but seeing as he's Caine's son I need you to get her away from him and bring her up here to Chicago. You're the only one she'll listen to...
Hyde: I'll get Ryan and Wolfe and we'll fly down there and bring her back.
Izzy: Thanks Rob...
She gives me a peck on the cheek.
Izzy: I knew I could rely on you.
We make some small talk as we finish off our cigarettes as the scene fades.
SCENE FADES.
Location: Redwood, California Date: Thursday 1/12/2016 Off Camera
Introduction: The scene opens on a nondescript looking row of houses in Redwood, California, the town where the infamous Saints Of Anarchy Motorcycle club was formed. A black Escalade pulls up in front of a bungalow or as the Americans call it a ranch style house or a single family dwelling with a one and half story floorpan. The man who's come to be known as Mr Hyde steps out of the passengers side door dressed in his usual attire of a pair of blue leather Nike Air Force Ones, baggy jeans and a black t-shirt under his black leather Saints of Anarchy cut. The back passenger door opens and out steps the man known as Ryan Connors dressed in black work boots, black jeans and a plain black shirt under his black leather Saints of Anarchy cut.
I look back into the car and smile at Wolfe who's sitting in the drivers seat.
Hyde: Keep an eye out and give us a heads up if you see any sign of trouble heading our way!
Wolfe: Will do brother!
Ryan and I walk up the garden path leading to the front of the house, either side of the path is a maintained lawn. I knock on the front door and a woman in her mid to early 20 twenties answers the front door, she's dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a black skinny women's tanktop. But most notable to me she's supporting a black eye which she has tried to cover up with make up. She looks surprised to see me standing there.
She's my ex-wife Jessica Aeryn Carter.
Aeryn: Rob?
I don't say a word instead I raise my hand and gently place it on her face pulling her chin softly to one side so I can get a better look, to my surprise she flinches at my touch.
Hyde: Where is he?
She doesn't answer instead looks towards the living room. I take my hand from her face as I turn to Ryan trying to bite my tongue as best I can.
Hyde: Take her upstairs and help her get her things together!
Ryan nods.
I look back and as rest my hand gently on her cheek I say softly but firmly
Hyde: Follow Ryan upstairs and get you stuff together, you're leaving.
She doesn't say a word instead nods before Ryan and her head upstairs. I hear a voice shouting from the front room.
Man: Who's at the door?
I don't answer instead I walk into the front room and see Andy, Caine's oldest son sprawled out on the sofa watching telly dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a white vest. I can't hold my anger in any more and I yell at him
Hyde: You MOTHERFUCKER!
He springs up on to his feet and looks like he's seen a ghost.
Andy: What the hell you doing in my home?
Hyde: Your home... Motherfucker I own this damn house... You want to know what the hell I'm doing in here?! I'm here because I find out that you're treating my ex-wife like a god damn punching bag...
Andy: Oh you haven't heard she's my bitch now...
Hyde: What the hell did you just call her...
Before he can answer I vault over the sofa, grab him by the collar and slam him hard into the television mounted on the wall before I hold him there...
Hyde: Motherfucker I dare you to call her it again...
He goes to answer but I pull him back slightly and slam him hard against the television causing his head to bounce off of the television screen.
Hyde: You really think I wasn't going to find out about this... You...
I toss him hard into the breakfast bar causing him to crash down on to the floor in a heap.
Hyde: Why don't you try and beat me, you piss poor excuse for a human being...
He pulls himself back to his feet using the breakfast bar as leverage before and then attempts to charge at me but before he can connect I sprawl backwards and catch him hard with the point of my elbow to his spine.
Hyde: That all you got you little bitch?
I grab him in a front headlock and deliver several stiff knee strikes to his face before I pull him up by the collar and toss him over the breakfast causing him to crash hard over the other side. I walk around into the kitchen and find him struggling to get to his feet.
Hyde: How does it feel you little bitch?
I catch him with a downward haymaker to the face which causes him to fall onto his back. I crouch over him pinning him to the floor and rain down punches to his face until he stops trying to struggle. I continue to rain down blows as the anger and rage pours out of me. All of a sudden I feel someone try to pull me off of him but I push them away.
Hyde: The bitch doesn't deserve any mercy!
It's not until I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and a hear a soft and gentle voice that anger and rage in me subsides.
Aeryn: Rob that's enough...
I look round and see Aeryn standing behind me.
Aeryn: Lets go...
I stand up and look down on him to see a bloody mess looking back me with a dull expressionless look on his face.
Hyde: You come looking for her, you try and contact her, hell if I hear you mention her name, I will come back and finish the job... You understand me?
His head rocks up and down as he attempts to nod.
Hyde: And stay the fuck out of my house!
Ryan grabs a hold of Aeryn's bags as he heads out of the house and towards the car out front, Aeryn follows behind with myself leading up the rear. Ryan puts the bags into the boot of the car before he gets into the front passenger seat and I climb into the back with Aeryn. Ryan looks back at me and then at Wolfe.
Ryan: Time to get out of here brother.
Wolfe hits the accelerator and we speed off out of town and towards Bakersfield's Meadows Field Airport so we can catch a connecting flight back to Chicago.
Over Six Hours Later.
The quartet of Mr Hyde, Mrs Carter, Mr Connors and Mr Wolfe arrive at O'Hare International and after Mr Hyde makes a personal phone call to his girlfriend Jenny Colby they all decide to head back to Mr Connors place in Chicago.
We arrive back at Ryan's place and head into the living room where Wolfe takes a seat on the couch while the rest of us stand around.
Ryan: I'm going to head off to my bed.
Ryan turns to Aeryn.
Ryan: You can take the spare room...
He looks at Wolfe and myself.
Ryan: You two are going to have to sleep down here!
Aeryn touches me on the shoulder.
Aeryn: Can I speak to you in private Rob?
I turn to her.
Hyde: Sure
We head out into the kitchen and Aeryn turns to me and looks me in the eyes.
Aeryn: Thank you for what you do for me and I know you've done a lot for me already but can you stay with me tonight? I just don't think I can stand being alone tonight...
Hyde: Sure I'll sleep in the armchair.
She gently puts her hand on my cheek.
Aeryn: Thank you...
We head back into the sitting room with other.
Hyde: I'm going to sleep in the armchair in with Aeryn.
Ryan: Looks like you get the sitting room to yourself Wolfe!
Aeryn: I just want to thank you both.
Ryan: It was nothing Aeryn.
Wolfe: What he said.
She hugs both of them.
Hyde: Night folks
Aeryn: Night...
I follow Aeryn as lifting her bags as we head up into the spare room, where I set her bags down on the bed.
Aeryn: I'm just going to head into the en-suite and get changed for bed.
She reaches out into one of the bags and brings out an oversized t-shirt before heading into the en-suite. I take my cut off and set it over a chest near the armchair before sitting down in the armchair and sliding my trainers off. I make myself comfortable in the armchair and a few minutes later Aeryn comes out of the en-suite dressed in one of my old t-shirts from my “Chase Michaels” days..
She smiles at me before she blushes.
Aeryn: Sorry it's the only thing I feel comfortable sleeping in...
I smile back at her.
Hyde: Bet Andy loved that...
Aeryn: He normally came to bed drunk or looking for some.
I can't help but stare at the bruises on Aeryn's thighs that peek out from under the bottom of the t-shirt. I look up and see Aeryn blushing and trying to pull the t-shirt down to hide them. I look away.
Hyde: I'm sorry...
She looks at me slightly confused
Aeryn: For what?
Hyde: For leaving you at the mercy of a bastard like that...
Aeryn: You still saved me from him... That's all that matters to me...
Hyde: I should never have left you...
I rub the bridge of nose as I feel the tension in my body building and my blood starting to boil thinking of what she must of went through at his hands. I snap back to reality to see her standing in front of me, she reaches down and pulls me to my feet and places my hand on her cheek.
Aeryn: You're here now, that's all that matters to me...
She pulls me in close and plants a passionate kiss on my lips, I start to return the kiss but use all my strength to pull away...
Hyde: I'm sorry I'm seeing someone and I won't cheat on her...
She smiles...
Aeryn: I'll still be here when the time is right...
I kiss her on the forehead before she walks over to the king sized bed and gets in.
Aeryn: You mind sleeping beside me, I'll sleep under the sheets and you can sleep on top of them
She pats the bed beside her.
Aeryn: I don't bite.
Hyde: That's not what I remember.
She smiles at me, a smile that I haven't seen in a long time.
Aeryn: Goodnight.
Hyde: Night.
I get myself comfortable before I look over at her. She gently slips her hand into mine as she drifts off.
Scene Fades.
Location: Victory Studios, North Carolina Date: Saturday 10/12/16 On Camera
Introduction: The scene opens on the parking lot of Victory studios and we're greeted by a familiar sight as the man that's come to be known as Mr Hyde can be seen dressed in his usual gear of blue leather Nike Air Force Ones, baggy jeans, a black “Reaper Crew” hoodie under a modern black leather Harley Davidson motorcycle jacket with his black leather Saints Of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket. He's sitting leaning against the side of his black custom Harley Davidson Road King motorcycle.
I hold my finger up to the camera crew which makes them wait patiently as I finish my cigarette. I stub the cigarette out on the floor before I look at the camera.
Hyde: Welcome back to Victory Studios here in Charlotte, North Carolina! Fans of Victory Wrestling will know me as the man the beat the crap out of Ryan Goode on the last show but everyone knows me as Mister Hyde. On the last show I did exactly what I said I would do and that was beat Ryan Goode! Seems my opponent and even my tag team partner still doubt me, they still doubt who I am and what I can do but just like Ryan Goode learned last week I am Victory wrestlers Alpha Predator, I am the Wolf that everyone warns you about, I am the man that should not under any circumstances be fucked with. But my opponents and tag team partner think that they are god's gift to professional wrestling and the saviour of the industry...
I smile.
Hyde: How many idiots have come out with the same sort of prattle in the past? They all believed that they were gods amongst men and that they were the saviours of professional wrestling. Well I'm sorry but you poor deluded fools I've got some bad news for you, I've made a career out of proving just how full of crap they were and I'll happily add your names to damn the list. I've been in this business for over a decade and I've watched pretenders come in acting like they were all high and mighty but I tell you what I found out, they all bleed the same as they fell beneath my boot. The same boot I'll happily use to stomp you poor deluded heads through the mat with, Mister I'm too good for this company I'm going to retire Calvin Harris, Miss Whiny Bitch Mary Jane Braxton and lets not forgot my tag team partner Mister Cleverer than thou Jackson Ford
I can't help but grimace when I say his name.
Hyde: Let's start with Mr I'm too good for this company I'm going to retire Calvin Harris... I think I've figured out why he's so desperate to retire he wants to shave his head and join a Right Said Fred tribute band, so that they can sing a cover of I'm Too Sexy called I'm Too Good... I can just imagine it “I'm too good for my shirt... Too good for my shirt... So good it hurts... And I'm too good for shows in Milan... Too good for shows in Milan... New York, and Japan... I'm too good for your promotion... Too good for your promotion..No way I'm disco dancing...”
I smile.
Hyde: I can imagine Cal, I can call you Cal can't I? Because I mean Calvin Harris sounds like some sort of wannabe Calvin Klein model... You know the type... Those models that flaunt around in their tighty whities... Wait a minute now that I think about it... Calvin Harris... You aren't some fraud trying to get by off the back of that Scottish DJ come singer dude by the same name? You know the one that dated Rita Ora and Tay-Tay, Taylor Swift... I know you two look nothing a like... Because Cal you look like some grease-ball hobo that they gotten off of the street and taught wrestling to... While he looks like some normal semi clean cut human being... You know that type that lives in the suburbs with his wife and two children while driving a done up mini van in a vein attempt to appear cool...
I pause for a second before I shake my head.
Hyde: Nah it must be some coincidence that you two go by the same name... I mean he's had a semi successful music career and Cal you're just slumming it with us losers... But I've gotten off of track... I heard what you said lets start with the big unicorn in the room... Cal's loss last show against JT... You want to know why nothing has been done about the fast count and you getting screwed over?... It's similar to the big unicorn... No sane person really gives a crap about it!You claim it was an unfair... There's an old saying that I feel is apt here... Life is unfair get the frell over it! I mean come on... We all lose at some point... You need to leave in that past and move the frell on with your career! As if you continue to obsess over it, it's going to eat you alive and the losses are going going to pile up... I mean grow a set dude, no one is going to do a damn thing about it, in fact most people have already moved on, which if you haven't gotten the message already is what you need to do!
I sigh
Hyde: Now that I've addressed the giant Unicorn in the room lets move on to some of the crap you said about me... If you stopped worrying about your loss last week and actually did your home on me you would have not made the balls up that you did by saying that me being the suplex machine was part of some recent-ish fad... I've been in this business for over a decade and ever since I started training the one thing I had in my arsenal was the ability to nail a crazy number of different suplexes to my opponent and it's been the foundation of my wrestling style and also my some what successful career to date, safe to say suplexes are my bread and butter...
I pretend to gasp and cover my mouth in shock...
Hyde: Oh no I've given away my strategy going into the match... It's the strategy I go into every match with. As far as my opponent knowing it ahead of time, it doesn't mean they're going to be able to stop me, as you may know what's coming their way but you don't know how or when I'm going to nail you with a suplex and more importantly you don't know what type of suplex I'm going to nail you with, for instance it could be standard over head suplex or it could be a back suplex or a tiger suplex, or a dragon suplex or an old favourite of mine a German suplex! Hell it could even be a fancy type of suplex I hit you with or one I modify in the heat of the moment... The fact that you know I'm going to look to nail with a suplex doesn't help you worth a damn... And as far as your kicking me defence goes, how do you know I'm not going to catch your kick and nail you with a capture suplex? Huh you didn't think of that did you Cal?
Hyde: I smile.
Hyde: What else did you run your mouth about? Oh yeah my MMA skills, for the record I don't pretend or just claim to do MMA, I've been studying Brazilian Jujitsu and Muay Thai since my early teens as a way of deal with my anger, rather than unleashing my anger without a direction I made the decision to use Brazilian Jujitsu and Muay Thai to focus my anger on something productive rather than letting my anger out without any focus or direction. Also in my chosen lifestyle it pays to be able to protect and defend yourself should the need a rise... So to claim my MMA skills are weak or just something I claim to have would grossly be underestimating me which is something you and everyone else seems to be doing... Rather than going to a regular gym to keep myself in shape and to keep my body honed I continuously go to different MMA gyms to improve my fighting skills with the added benefits of keeping myself in shape and keeping both my body and mind honed... As far as UFC goes, I've never stepped foot in the UFC or any other MMA promotion... Why because I'm a professional wrestler not an MMA fighter... Could I step in to a MMA promotion and be a success? Who knows, it's not something I would ever consider as like I've said I'm a professional wrestler not a MMA fighter... And like I've said I use my MMA skills to defend myself in real life situations as I may on occasion find myself in the odd fight or have need to beat the crap out of someone... So to say I just claim to have a strong MMA background would be a gross understatement on your part as I don't claim, I actually do have a strong MMA background, something I look forward to showing you when you try to kick me in order to prevent me throwing you around the ring like a rag doll!
I grin
Hyde: You also made mention of the fact that I'm just an Sons of Anarchy fanboy and that I'm not a real biker? You really think I haven't heard that crap before, oh he's a outlaw biker he must just be ripping off Sons of Anarchy... My club was around long before the show was even a thought in Kurt Sutter's head... The Saints of Anarchy were formed by my father and several of his military brothers as when they return home from serving their country they found a different world waiting for them and they found it hard to fit back into a normal life... You see the Saints are about a brotherhood, a family, a group of like minded individuals that choose to live by their own rules and laws. Not some bs rules and laws handed down by politicians that think just because they got elected that they can force people to live by their rules and laws... You see we realise that there is a big different from what is morally right or wrong to what is legal or illegal and as such we're defined by our morals not someone else's laws... You claim to know a lot about me but yet you've just proven you know nothing about me or the world I live in, the only thing you've managed to do is make yourself look foolish... So next time you claim to know something about me or someone else why don't you do the world a favour and instead of just coming out with what ever crap comes into your head, do some research before you claim to know something about me, it'll save you from looking foolish and it'll save me time having to explain everything to your pathetic arse! And before you say anything I know you were trying to get under my skin but all you've done is proved just how pathetic you are!
I take a breath.
Hyde: Now lets move on to the supposed queen of wrestling Miss Queen of Wrestling but really just a whinny stroppy little bitch Mary Jane Braxton. You keep running your mouth about how good you are but even your tag team partner could see through your bs... It would be wrong of me to say that you've not got some skills but to think your the best in the world takes a lot of balls especially when you don't have much to back it up with... Just like Cal you look down on the rest of us professional wrestlers as mere insects to crush beneath your boot on your march towards championships, but you see to me and everyone else that just because you have an self inflated ego and to call you a professional wrestler would do a great injustice to every other wrestler on the planet even those backyard wrestling folks... To me and I'm guessing many other you're just going around like a spoilt little brat that was never able to get out of stroppy teenage years... You want to know why you remind me of the stereotypical spoilt brat that wasn't able to get out of her stroppy teenage years is because, one you come off quite a self obsessed little bitch, two you look down on everyone claiming to be better then them and three you throw a strop whenever you don't get your way...
I shake my head.
Hyde: To be blunt you do have potential but to become as great as you think you are then you need to grow the fuck up... Now I don't know you're family situation and to be frank I don't really care to find out but you keep on going the way you're going, you're not going to be winning any championships you're going to find yourself living off someone else, whether it be the state or your family or some sugar daddy or sugar momma depending on your preference... Like I said you need to grow up and get out of this stroppy teenage phase you seem to be going through as people are going to find you toxic... Now don't take this the wrong way as I'm not hitting on you here as I've got enough drama in my life that I don't need your whole bat shit craziness as well and I'm not some day time talk show host or a relationship expert... Trust me I'm no expert on relationships... But you're a pretty looking woman, you just need to calm down the whole stroppy teenage vibe and like I keep saying grow the fuck up a bit...
I shake my head again...
Hyde: Damn I feel like some old fogy trying to talk to their children... I'm only thirty for gods sake... Brat I'm going to call you that Mary Jane, I don't really care if you mind or not... I have a thing for nicknames... But back to you Brat... You claim you'll be remembered in the history book as some all conquering queen... You prattled on about something to do with the pyramids of Giza I think, sorry I tend to zone out every now and again due to all the bullshit I was hearing from you and Cal... And you claim to be the past, present and future of Victory wrestling... I'm pretty sure Victory is only a month or so old so there isn't much to be the past of... As far as the present goes well we'll see, I guess we'll also see if you're the future of Victory wrestling... But history is normally only told from one side or from one point of view... What you seem to be glossing over is the fact that despite you being a woman, I'm not afraid to smack a bitch up side the head if she really needs it especially when she steps into the ring with me... You see I ain't going to treat you any different from any other competitor I've stepped in the ring with... I'm going to throw you around the ring with suplex after suplex, I'm going to see how tough you really are when I send strike after strike into the pretty body of yours and I'm going to mess up that pretty little face of yours when I stomp it through the damn mat... Normally the old fashioned gent in me would have a problem beating up on a woman, you can call me sexist all you want but I was taught growing up never to hit a lady... But never the less I guess that wouldn't really apply to you Brat, as you're nothing but a stroppy little bitch...
I smile again at the camera.
Hyde: You see Brat I'm not a bad guy but I'm sick to death of people like you, Cal and even my tag partner treating everyone else like bits of dog crap on the bottom of their shoes... You want to look down to me... The only thing you'll be looking down on is the mat as you try and pick up all of your teeth after I stomp that pretty face of yours through the mat. As far as being the bright future of Victory Wrestling I'm afraid I'm going to kill that dream... Just remember history is written by the victor and Brat you haven't won shit yet!
A devilish grin comes across my face.
Hyde: Now on to my tag team partner... What you thought I would forget about you... I mean there isn't much remarkable about you other than being a pathetic little prick that tries to throw dirt on his fellow competitors and their private lives. Ford you continue to throw dirt on me by posting explicit pictures of me with some of the women I've been with and you'll become some what remarkable due to the severity of the beating I give you... You see I've always keep my personal life private and I've always keep my professional life some what professional... You can try and smear my name all you want but you bring the people I care about into it and try to smear them as well then I'll make things extremely personal when I hunt you and destroy you in front of your kids, what were their names again? Penelope, Christian, Jacques and your two newborns Bryan and Ryan... And lets not forget that pretty wife of yours Dawn wasn't it?
I look into the camera with an emotionless stare.
Hyde: How will your wife explain to your kids why that nasty biker is destroying their daddy in front of their eyes and why it's all their daddy's fault?...
A sinister grin comes across my face as I lean towards the camera...
Hyde: Like I said I don't normally like to cross the boundaries between personal and professional but you pull a low down scumbag move like you did the other night and you'll find that your not the only one that can make this personal... You see to me there's nothing more important than my brothers in the Saints and my loved ones... And there's nothing I won't do to protect them... So play it smart and don't post any pictures of me with any of my loved ones otherwise you'll find out exactly the lengths that I will go to in order to protect them... At the cost of you and yours! And Ford I don't believe in second warnings so consider this your first and last warning... By all means throw all the dirt at me, it comes with the job but cross that line like that again, by including my loved ones and there will be very personal costs to your actions! For you and your family! And that isn't a threat that's a promise and I always keep my promises!
I take a breath as a lean back out.
Hyde: So Ford all this other petty crap you got going on with me inside Victory Wrestling is fine and dandy by me but just remember you're not the only one that doesn't work well with others but I won't stab you in the back, I'll be a man about it and stab you in the front when I stomp your face through the mat or any hard surface in general!
I smile again.
Hyde: So whether you're my opponent or my tag partner, I don't care if you respect me or not, I don't care if underestimate me at you own cost because all I care about in regards to our match is stomping your faces through the mat which will lead me to getting my hand raised in victory and most importantly getting paid... So Brat, Cal and Ford the Hunt is on and it's survive if I let you!
I look towards the camera crew...
Hyde: Now if you don't mind I want to get another cigarette in before I get ready for my match... So scram!
I wave to them as they walk off before I take a cigarette out and light is as the scene goes to black.
