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| Team Desire | Jan 5 2018, 04:23 AM Post #1 |
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Andrew Raynes vs. Gable Winchester vs. Jason Helms vs. Sam Raine vs. Tyler Tucker 2 RP Limit for singles matches; 4 RP Limit for tag team matches; Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, January 9, 2018 |
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| Adrenaline Rush | Jan 9 2018, 08:00 AM Post #2 |
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OK, not going to lie... it felt a bit weird writing this. The CD was something I've been building to and I felt it finally needed to happen, but at the same time I wanted to do it in a classy kind of way (as best as I can pull off anyway) and not a "rated M for mature" kind of story way. I'm happy with how it came out at least. Also, I know once again I did a Tyler Tucker promo that's just him talking with no scene details. I focused way too much on that part for my Torsten RP that by the time I got done writing that and the CD for this I kind of started to hit burnout. One of these days I plan on working on my time management a little better when I'm multi-booked, as that's one of my new year's resolutions at least in regards to this game. Things were looking up for Adrenaline Rush when 2018 picked up where 2017 seemed to leave off. In the wake of back-to-back victories for Craig and Tyler to close out the year, 2018 already started on a high note for the group when Craig put down Dante McCaffery despite the attempts of his associate Max Kane to throw him off his game and get under the blonde’s skin, and Konrad was able to secure a victory right out of the gate as well over an old nemesis of his in Bill Barnhart, who unsurprisingly tried to come up with every excuse in the book to undermine everything the group stood for in an effort to try and save face. Tyler’s 2018 was going to have a more chaotic start to it however as he found himself in a match that, had the circumstances been different, could’ve easily given off the vibe that the winner would be next in line for the adrenaline title. Considering the five way battle he was about to be thrown into against three other people who made their intentions to hold that particular title very clear along with the man who actually had the title opportunity at the upcoming pay-per-view by virtue of finally using his own trios contract, walking away with continued momentum for the group and a big step towards potentially having another crack at the adrenaline title on his own someday wasn’t going to be easy, but that was par for the course at this point. Things weren’t all sunshines and rainbows amongst the Adrenaline Rush family, however. One person who took the ending of 2017 very hard was Stacy, and after kind of shutting herself away from the group for the past few weeks they finally learned the news that she’d asked to take a step back from competing for a while, being extremely rattled by the defeat at the hands of Derek Adonis. Considering a lot of what he’d heard from people in the aftermath, it made Tyler both sick and hopeful over wanting to see Derek’s TV title come to an end at the hands of Torsten Voigt, though he’d never voice this aloud to give Eric Teufel the satisfaction of gloating about the endorsement. Plus, there was still the lingering distractions outside the ring of Tyler’s parents still being in prison over charges that weren’t legit and Craig’s dad on the warpath against his own family now that he was aware Ruby was with them. So far what started off as a problem seemed to just become fuel to the fire as Craig and Tyler both turned up the heat in the ring and were finally starting to rebuild momentum again as a result, but these were still things that needed to be resolved sooner rather than later before they became something more. Speaking of problems that needed to be resolved sooner or later… Tyler couldn’t help but blush as he sat on his bed in his hotel room, thinking about what had been running through his mind nonstop for the past few weeks now. Ruby’s words still lingered in his mind, the bluntness that seemed to be as much of a signature trait of the Thomas family as flipping people off, but she had a point. With where he and Charlotte had come in their relationship at this point, there was only one step left to take, and it was the biggest one of them all. The more he ran it through his head, the more the blonde speed demon began to reflect on a few past attempts to take this step and how in those moments, there was no trace of the issues that had been plaguing him since childhood, proof positive that his parents’ negative influence and ideas had finally started to fade away as they had started to turn over a new leaf. He wanted so badly to talk with them about this and what he was looking to do, but that wasn’t a conversation he felt comfortable having with them while they were behind bars. Thankfully, last he’d heard from Tyrone things were in motion to finally fix the mess this mystery character who’d started trying to tear apart the remnants of their lives back home had created, and there was more than enough evidence for them to be freed once the trial got underway. Whether or not the assailant was going to be brought to justice was a different question entirely, but one step at a time… just like how he planned for tonight to go. Craig: Goddammit, I’m getting tired of this! Tyler nearly jumped out of his skin when Craig stormed into the room, even if they’d gone back to sharing it while Stacy was demanding to be left alone. It was clear by the frustrated look on his face that he’d made another attempt to get his wife to open up so he could help her past this like he’d done every other time before it, but once again their respective stubborn attitudes resembles a clash of the unstoppable force and the immovable object. Craig hated that things were like this, and the way he threw himself onto his bed just punctuated how upset he was over the whole thing. Tyler: Ssssssstill can’t get through to her? Craig: It’s like talking to a brick wall. I get it, she’s upset and furious she lost to Derek Adonis of all people, and I can understand how she feels. As much as I don’t want to have a problem with the guy, he’s making it very hard for me to not see if I can drive him through the ring mat between this book of his that essentially glorifies acts like what he did to my wife, not to mention all the people that are gloating over the fact that he managed to beat her for that title as if they had stepped into the ring and done it themselves. Not to mention that little stunt he pulled last week with the draw against his friend that now has him acting like the two are co-champions when that’s not how it works. There’s having fun doing something you love, and there’s crossing a line, and guys like Derek- Craig slowly hit the brakes on his rant before it got too far off the rails, even if he didn’t give a rat’s ass at that point how ‘unherolike’ it sounded because even the ‘good guys’ should be allowed to vent about things they don’t agree with. The reason he stopped himself was something that caught his eye, and Tyler suddenly realized that he’d been so caught up in his best friend venting over his own problems that he’d forgotten to hide it from sight. The blonde’s delayed reaction allowed Craig to quickly snatch the bag that had been sitting on the bed with him, and when he emptied the contents the sight of a black men’s thong nearly caused his eyeballs to fall right out of his head as he slowly turned to his crimson-faced companion who was now trying desperately to hide himself from view behind a pillow. Craig: Tyler… what the hell is this? Were you… actually thinking of entering that- Tyler: NO! God no! I would never embarrass myself like that no matter how badly I want to call myself adrenaline champion at some point! B-But… I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and- and I think I finally want to go all the way with Charlotte… just like you and Stacy… The silence that penetrates the room at that point is suffocating, between Tyler being too embarrassed to continue and Craig trying to make sense of what he’d just heard. Sure, it was the logical last step between the two of them, but even if Tyler felt he was ready to take it was there really a need for something like the thong that the raven-haired young man was carefully scooping back into the bag now before tossing it over to his friend’s bed? Not even he’d done anything like that with Stacy yet and the two of them were married, though credit to the Texan for still finding some unique ways to have fun even if he seemed fairly ‘dull and boring’ by comparison in that department. Craig: Dude, you know you don’t have to blindly rush into this right? I know you want to finally get over all that nonsense that’s been sitting in your head for far too long now, but if you don’t think you’re ready there’s no need to- Tyler: I- I know I’m ready Craig! That’s just it! I think… I think I’ve been ready for a while now but never really realized it. Sometimes, when Charlotte and I have been alone together, even when we just took things slow and went step by step, there’s always been times where it just seems to start heading towards what we both clearly want on its own. They even started heading in that d-direction while you and Stacy were on your honeymoon before Ruby suddenly surfaced. I just never really thought about it too much I guess until she kind of p-pointed it out to me recently… Craig: OK, that’s one thing I’m going to need to talk with her about even if you guys probably already beat me to it. But… I’m not going to argue with you Tyler. Hell, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see you go through with this. I know how much you and Charlotte love each other, and it’s the same as Stacy and I even in the face of scenarios like right now. You don’t need sex to seal the deal, but if you both really want it, then I say go for it. Just… keep in mind what I said and don’t try to rush into it, especially since unless you’re both hiding something from me this will be the first time, won’t it? Tyler: Y-Yeah… funny how back in high school no one could shut up about losing their virginity and here I am years later finally about to join in that c-conversation. Craig: It’s nothing too special if you want me to be honest dude. Just a bunch of guys trying to one-up the other with tales of ‘sexual conquest’ or some shit like that. I think the thong is a bit too much, especially for your first time, but… I know you better than that Tyler. Even if Ruby, Stacy or myself told you otherwise you’d still try to go all out anyway, wouldn’t you? It’s proof of how much Charlotte means to you. Tyler could only nod, knowing that Craig would ultimately understand even if he didn’t seem to fully agree with it himself. It’s just how Tyler was: he was very passionate about the things he cared for and it always showed, and while Craig was the same way despite trying to hide it half the time, Tyler was always on a whole different level once he set his mind to something. It was why he’d managed to become U.S. champion last year, why he was going to prevail in that five way match on Breakdown and why he was going to make the most of what he planned on doing tonight. This was when Craig slowly stood up and started heading for the door, but not before shooting his blonde best friend that trademark grin that was only reserved for those within their little family. Craig: You can do it Tyler, I know you and Charlotte will enjoy this and how much closer you’ll feel afterwards. I’ll leave you be to do whatever you need to do if tonight’s the night, maybe see if I can get Stacy to stop sulking long enough to go swimming or something to take her mind off things, or I guess have a little chat with Ruby about dialing back her bluntness even if I’m one to talk in that department. That said… don’t be surprised if I expect at least something out of you in the morning. It’s only fair when I shared details with you, and maybe news like this will actually get through to Stacy and get her to at least try and return to socializing with the rest of us for a change. Just do what you feel comfortable doing… that’s all I ask man. Tyler nods despite the embarrassed blush on his face and Craig leaves him at this point, off to go tend to his own business, whatever it ends up being. It’s at this point that Tyler’s attention turns from the door to his phone, knowing that not too far away is the room Charlotte and Ruby have been sharing. What normally would be a simple walk over didn’t feel right in this moment though, hence why Tyler found himself texting his fiancée. As awkward as it had been, Ruby had set things up perfectly and it lead to the two of them discussing this and deciding that tonight was the night they give it a try. Granted, neither one knew what to expect so there would still be some surprises, but at least they were on the same page so this wouldn’t seem too awkward… at least, that was Tyler’s hope, anyway. After texting back and forth for a few minutes it was agreed upon that Charlotte would be over after she finished getting ready, leaving Tyler a few minutes to do what he needed to do. It was simple enough to shed all of the clothes he’d been wearing at that moment before putting on the thong, though once it was on he quietly admitted to himself how awkward it felt, never having worn one before. Looking himself over in the mirror with that as his only clothing item, Tyler suddenly felt those old fears hit him like a tidal wave as he looked himself over, starting to feel like it might be for the best if he changed his mind now before it was too late. He certainly didn’t feel sexy… this was something Craig probably could’ve pulled off better considering he was much bigger all around, but here was the blonde ex-caffeine addict trying to convince himself that this was what he wanted to do and he wasn’t going to talk himself out of it now. Thankfully it never got to that point as he heard soft knocking at the door, the rhythm of the tapping being a pre-agreed upon signal for Tyler to know who it was so any awkward situations were avoided. Tyler quickly scrambled into position, trying to kick all of his negative thoughts and self-doubt out of his head as he reached over the edge of the bed to grab one thing he did manage to keep hidden from Craig, albeit the far less scandalous item of his simple plan. Tyler: C-C-Come in! Slowly the door opened and the familiar form of Charlotte slipped inside, Tyler taking notice that she was wearing a robe to conceal whatever she was wearing beneath, assuming it was anything at all. He gulped at the thought as his fiancée was intentionally trying to avoid eye contact with him at first, slipping inside and closing the door behind her so no one else that might be lingering around saw more than they needed to. When she finally turned, the sight of Tyler in just that thong and a rose between his lips now, complete with the sexiest pose he could muster even if he felt silly trying it, caused her jaw to drop to the floor. Charlotte: T-Tyler…? The ex-caffeine addict nodded as he crawled towards the edge of his bed, extending his neck as far as he could to make it clear he wanted her to take the rose. Trying to collect herself, Charlotte accepted the offering before planting a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose as she set the rose aside, making a mental note to take it with her later. She allowed her eyes to scan over his body as that awkward feeling returned for him, silently hoping that he didn’t already go too overboard with this. Tyler: I hope I d-didn’t go too far doing this, but… I c-couldn’t help it. You mean everything to me Charlotte, and you d-deserved something special for our first time… Charlotte: It’s perfect Tyler… you’re perfect, just the way you are. I… can’t even begin to describe how amazing I think you look right now. B-But… you aren’t the only one worried about going too far over this… This earned a confused glance from Tyler until his blonde companion slowly started to undo her robe, hesitating for a few moments before she took a deep breath and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor. Suddenly her words made sense as Tyler’s jaw took its turn to hit the floor. Not to be outdone, Charlotte countered her lover’s thong with one of her own, except hers was more of a g-string/garter combination attached to fishnet stockings with her chest covered by a black lace bra. He saw her face turn bright red at his reaction, but he quickly slammed his thought process back on track as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close as they fell back onto the bed, Charlotte being on top as she gazed deeply into his coffee-colored eyes. Tyler: I think you’re wrong Charlotte… you’re p-perfect. You didn’t have to go to this length either, b-but you did… we both did… Charlotte: I think it’s clear we’ve both been wanting this for far too long at this point, but… I’m glad that we finally overcoming the last stage of your fears Tyler. Tyler’s immediate response to this was to snake his hands up Charlotte’s back and undo her bra, shocking her for a moment before she helped slide her arms out of the undergarment before it was discarded. So far they were still in somewhat comfortable territory, and even still when they went a step further and shed the remainder of their outfits, although Tyler did need a bit of help undoing the garter. I brief awkward moment was quickly forgotten as they both lay there in the nude, mentally preparing themselves for the next step veen as Tyler slowly rolled them over to change their positions. Tyler: No more f-f-fears Charlotte… for either of us. No more paranoid trainwreck T-Tyler… no more ‘little g-girl’ Charlotte… just us, and our future… A tear almost came to Charlotte’s eye in that moment as his words truly hit her, knowing he was right. This was truly about far more than the simple concept of finally going all the way or losing their virginity to one another. As they finally took that last step, lost in the ecstacy of pain and pleasure from an entirely new experience overwhelming their senses, it was clear that a new chapter was truly beginning for the both of them on this night as they truly bound themselves to one another, body and soul. Even with their wedding still so far away it seemed like, they were on the same level as Craig and Stacy now, and knew they had overcome a major obstacle together to reach that point. The issues of their pasts and the interference of their parents was long null and void now, and nothing was going to stop them from sticking together no matter what until death do they part. [align=center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/align] Tyler: You know something? Part of me wanted to start this off by talking about what I’m hoping to achieve as we enter into a new year. That’s what most people in this position would do, making their declarations now and setting the goals they want to achieve over the course of the next twelve months. But… I don’t think I’m going to do that this time around. I tried that last year, saying that it was going to finally be the Year of Adrenaline Rush as we all did our part to finally rise to the challenges that everyone kept putting in front of us, but unlike many of you I’m going to be painfully honest with myself: last year wasn’t what we hoped it would be. It’s true that I had a strong showing in Shot of Adrenaline, which unfortunately doesn’t seem like it’s returning this year, and I did manage a U.S. title reign along with a few upsets here and there, but as a whole 2017 is a year that Adrenaline Rush would prefer to move on from. It’d be easy to simply say this, 2018, is finally going to be that year, but I’m not going to be blindly optimistic. We’re simply going to keep busting our asses and see what happens. I know it sounds fairly cliche, but if we’re going to talk cliches then you’d think by now that most people would realize it’s become one to try and talk about Adrenaline Rush as though we aren’t capable of accomplishing anything. Yeah, you can make all the jokes you want about the length or our title reigns or who ended them, but when you compare that to the very people trying to talk about us like that, it becomes painfully clear we’ve still accomplished a hell of a lot more than they have. They can try to convince you all that their time is simply coming soon, but how long have we been saying that exact same thing? How long have some people who’ve been here for far longer said those exact same words? Simply saying something’s inevitable is pointless unless you’re able to back it up, and unfortunately many people aren’t capable of doing that no matter how much shit they talk. I suppose Breakdown is as good a time as any to put up or shut up, right guys? While my friends Craig and Konrad found early success in 2018 last week, I find myself in an interesting position as part of a five way dance, and when you look at the field for this contest it becomes clear almost immediately that there’s adrenaline title implications here. It’s no secret that Andrew Raynes, Jason Helms and Sam Raine all want to be able to hold that title as badly as I do, and meanwhile Gable Winchester kind of jumped into the field out of nowhere when he opted to use his trios contract to secure a match for that title already at Learning From History. I know a lot of people are angry with him about that, but considering the guy did earn the right to declare any match he wanted, it’s kind of hard to argue with him. I could stand here and try to argue that Ace Marshall shouldn’t have used his trios contract to turn that invitational match into what it became, or that Jake Starr shouldn’t have used his to take a shot at every single title all at once, but like it or not it’s the prizes they earned. That said, there’s still nothing stopping this match from trying to sort out who could be next in line once the dust settles from that. It’s been a long time since we’ve crossed paths Gable, and I’ll be honest with you… considering everything that happened between you and Autumn following all the battles Adrenaline Rush had with you guys, making history in our efforts to dethrone your tag title reign, I’ve been worried about you. I know how badly you were probably hoping to use that contract to perhaps give you and her one last crack at getting those belts back, and I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind now that you decided to use it on an adrenaline title shot for yourself. Still, as much as I respect you, it doesn’t change the fact that we’re still opponents and have another chance to throw down and see who’s better on this night. I know you’ve heard Craig and I say it before, about how badly we want to be able to keep on winning and finally reach the top, but I know you’re going to do everything in your power to prove it’s still not my time, especially if I could be hot on your heels in the aftermath of this match if you end up becoming adrenaline champion. Pushing forward no matter the obstacles in our way… that’s the way we’ve always done things, and this time is no different Gable, so I look forward to seeing what you’ll pull out to try and keep me from overcoming you on this night to prove that it can, in fact, be done. In the same vein as Gable, Andrew Raynes is another person I haven’t crossed paths with in forever, though time clearly has not been kind to him since I wouldn’t be surprised if all he cares about now if trying to choke me out. I hate to say it Andrew, but it’s sad to see that you allowed yourself to fall so far all because the desire for success consumed you. Believe me, I know better than anyone that this business is rough and you aren’t always going to be able to get all the gold or reach the level of success you think you belong at, but do you really think attacking people and making threats to the boss is going to make a difference? Unless you can back it up in the ring when the time comes, I’m afraid the only thing you’ll gain out of this is nothing but enemies, making your climb to the top that much harder. I’ve made more than my fair share of enemies just by trying to go about things my own way, but the difference between us is that I have no problem facing mine head-on and proving I can overcome them as opposed to aggravating and provoking them with cheap shots. What happens when you can’t back it all up at the end of the day Andrew? All you end up doing is making an ass of yourself, I’m afraid. Speaking of people who love making an ass of themselves, how’ve you been Jason? Something tells me you’ll probably respond to that the way you always do, considering I’m just supposed to ignore that Craig and I have beaten you in a tag match or that your strategy in that invitational match kind of backfired on you a bit in the end and the adrenaline title didn’t go home with you like you wanted it to. No, instead this is going to be all about how much you can try to run our group done like always because the more you talk, the more you expect people to listen to you. See, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from constantly trying to tell people like you to stop doubting what I’m capable of, it’s that nobody listens when you constantly fall short in backing up your words. At least I can admit to my shortcomings and use them to improve for the future, while the idea of Jason Helms improving when all he thinks he needs to do is rely on his name to get him everything he’ll ever want makes it clear that it’s going to be a very long time, if at all, before we see the ‘black sheep’ of the Helms family living up to all that hype he keeps trying to build for himself. Last but not least is the only person in this match I haven’t faced in some capacity at least once before, that being Sam Raine. I’m not going to lie Sam… it’s a bit hard for me to make out what I should think about you. I don’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just… it’s hard to approach someone calling themselves ‘The Original Split Chick’ wanting to respect you and how badly you want to become adrenaline champion and the fight you’re willing to put up to get it, just like I do, but not knowing if in doing so I’m going to set you off and find myself having to see you in the same light as the likes of Jason and Andrew. It’s kind of like how Craig and I deal with The Sisterhood these days… it’s hard to tell what we’ll get out of them, but one thing that I can still promise is that you’re going to get one hell of a fight regardless. Trust me when I say I don’t plan on going down easy, to you or anyone else in this match, but if you want this win more than I do then I can’t help but look forward to seeing what I can expect out of you. I think it’s pretty clear what we all want out of this match, and like it or not only one of us is walking away seemingly one step closer to potentially tasting adrenaline gold down the line. As far as I’m concerned, this match is my chance to try and start this year off on the right foot and see where it takes me, and you better believe this little blonde speed demon is going to bring the Rush to this contest. After all, if the theme of 2018 is going to be the same as it always is from most of you, then I’m already expecting to be counted out from the opening bell and I can’t help but smile knowing that sometimes, all it takes is one good strike to change everything, just like one flash of lightning can easily spell the end of someone’s night when they least expect it. |
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| NewNightmare | Jan 9 2018, 11:07 AM Post #3 |
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OOC: Been a busy few days to say the least, didn't actually get to start this until about 6pm yesterday but here it is regardless. Scene one is a flashback, continuing the story with Jason and David. Second scene takes place last week, and the special guest appears with permission. As ever, access the promo by clicking the image at the bottom of the rp. Good luck all and enjoy! [align=center] ![]() Jason Helms: The Black Sheep - Chapter 015[/align] |
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| Gardner | Jan 9 2018, 11:13 AM Post #4 |
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One step forward, two steps back... I really let time get away from me this Breakdown. So even though, I hate to post something up that incomplete... I need to, because I don't want to no show and at the same time I need be getting to sleep so I can go to work tonight... so sorry for the quality of this. Click Here |
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| D-Sizzle | Jan 9 2018, 11:45 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center] ==================== Saying Goodbye November 27th, 2015 ==================== It was hard enough that Andrew had basically lost everything at this point, having to go back to North Bay in order to say goodbye for the final time to his grandmother almost seemed like torture at this point. Now perhaps more than ever realizing how important it could've been to have just told Amy everything that was going on and make things easier on himself. He seemed almost like a totally different person, losing your best friend, mentor, confidante, etc and then having everything else fall apart on you could really take a toll on someone. Still, having the chance to get away from Niagara Falls almost seemed like a vacation at this point. Everything in the area reminding him of how shitty things were. Getting out of town, even going to pay respects to his grandma, seemed like a really good escape for him. Saying goodbye to grandma though wasn't going to be easy, she was everything to him, the one he held so dear to his heart. She basically symbolized everything that Andrew represented as a good person, someone Andrew had looked up to for a very long time, always making sure he was doing the right thing, putting others before himself and all that other bullshit that endeared others to you but you ultimately rip you apart on the inside. Too many times, being the good buy meant not getting what you desired, not fulfilling destiny or actually accomplishing the shit you want to in your career. Too many times Andrew fell by the wayside because he was trying to just take it on the chin and let it go because it was for the greater good. Andrew perhaps more enjoyed living for the rush of the crowd, getting them fired up and putting on a good show but by the end of his time in both VWA and SCW, he just didn’t give a fuck. Starting to realizing that when you strip it all down, you are left with absolutely nothing because the people who claim that they are always going to be by your side wil just eventually abandon you, in death or by walking away from you because you’re not the all important one. People spend so much time putting themselves first and caring only for what they want for themselves was something that eluded Andrew for a very long time and he needed to do something about it. First things first. Being back in North Bay was a little heartwarming for him, he got to see some old friends and most of grandma’s relatives that didn't really matter to Andrew. Still, grandma being a bigger deal in North Bay brought out political people and many others that Andrew knew from his own notoriety and his grandmothers. Most of them offering andrew their condolences and shared stories about his grandma that gave him a laugh or two, fuck he needed it. IT made him feel better about being here, wishing his grandmother the best as she moved on to the spirit world. Looking at her resting in her coffin was almost like looking at a strong reflection of himself, looking at her looking peaceful, he just stood there looking at her, wondering if he was just going to wither away at this point. He had such a wide array of emotions going through him he wasn’t sure what to do. He was ultimately devastated over the loss of his grandma, the declining health had taken such a toll on Andrew’s health and career, he spent so much of his time trying to take care of her, dealing with the doctors and dealing with all of her affairs that it had taken so much time away from perhaps what Andrew really needed to focus on. At one point, looking back, perhaps it was a blessing that this had all happened as it did. PErhaps Andrew needed to have grandma die off so that he could truly focus on himself for the first time in a very long time. PErhaps he needed everyone else to just fuck off and go away so that Andrew could actually focus and rejuvenate himself. Looking down at Grandma, he started to feel somewhat relieved, knowing that this would be the last time that he would have to worry about her, she would be in a better place. He could bury everything about Andy Raynes with her so that he would never have to worry about being the good guy ever again. Having the chance to actually focus on himself almost seemed liberating in a sense though to everyone else might seem callous that he would now want to focus on his own self. He didn’t care how Amy felt about leaving him, even though he still had the letter with him. He decided he needed to carry it with him but still refused to read it. He didn't care about how the fans felt about his abysmal performance at Second Chance, the face of VWA not giving a fuck. He was done with all that, pleasing other people, making other people happy. Fuck them all, done was he thinking that he needed to appease and have the approval of others. There was a part of him that was happy to be burying grandma and everything that was good about himself, a chance to really let go, to say good by and to finally start taking the next step forward. This was a giant relief for Andrew, with everyone essentially abandoning him at this point, Amy, Grandma, Wrestling, he could finally take a few moments to clear his head, refocus himself on what needed to be done. He knew it would be something that people wouldn’t understand, they would see it as Andrew being nothing but selfish, burying his dead grandmother and being happy that it will allow him to have a new lease on life. It was hard carrying all the burden he was carrying, being able to metaphorically place it all inside that casket felt like removing the world’s biggest boulder from his shoulders. As he was talking to people and looking at Grandma resting peacefully, he knew that this was going to be the right decision when he looked back at this moment, as much as others probably wouldn’t understand. He couldn’t be bothered anymore to be concerned with the cares of others, with the opinions of people who stayed away from him and distanced themselves from him following his release from VWA, like as if he was a fucking lepper, what a joke. For the final time, he looked at his grandma, knowing this would be the final time he would see her, see the reflection of himself that was a good man, a good person, the one with the heart of gold, the one who put them before him. For the final time he was looking down at her but as a reflection of himself and who he used to be, the man he needed to bury for the last time so he could move on. He loved his grandma but this was going to be a blessing for him once he sorted all his shit out. He looks down and slightly pats his grandma on her arm, he smiles as a tear streaks down his face, this was a long time coming, he would tell you he wished she stayed around forever but all angels must move on at some point. For Andrew though, this was the final resting place for Andy Raynes, the boy who grew up and now had to spread his own wings, to take his own ball and run with it. It was just going to be a matter of getting to the heart of it all. ”Good bye, Andy” =================== Getting to the Root December 1st, 2015 =================== He walked into the office, looking concerned, pissed, ready to do something rash, being at VanRensberg’s office seemed almost calming in a sense that would allow him to just unleash all of his feelings. He valued the confidentiality, having someone to talk to who wouldn’t judge, wouldn’t need to sugar coat anything for him. Back in the Falls, Andrew didn’t want to hide from this, wallowing in his own misery wouldn’t be something that flew with ANdrew but he knew that he couldn’t do this alone. Storming into his office, letting in hand, he walked over towards the couch and paced a little before throwing the letter on the table. VanRensberg walked over towards the living room where ANdrew was and sighed, he knew too what was in that letter, what he didnt know was why Andrew was so bent on holding onto it. ”Have you even opened it?” he asked with a grimace. ”The fuck do you think? Andrew wasn’t in the mood. VanRensberg shook his head, knowing that ANdrew was holding onto something that was no longer there. STill, why not bring himself to read the letter and truly move on. ”Andrew, you need to open that letter, it's the only way that you’re going to be able to move forward with your life and get away from Amy. Andrew was still pissed she didn’t have the balls to do it to his face, no matter how much it hurt, writing that letter and fucking off in the middle of the night was so cowardly, regardless of what Amy was dealing with. He couldn’t be bothered with how she felt about it. For what they went through, for all they tried to build together, even with Andrew slipping away, it would have been nice if Amy had bothered to do this differently. ”She shouldn’t have even bothered to write it, just walk away and never come back. She probably fucked off and went and cried to Kara about “Oh Andy couldn’t be there for me” and having Kara say “Oh Andy is such a asshole for letting you walk away.” You think any of my friends have come bothering to ask me what’s up? No, not a fucking one of them. At least with his Grandma passing, it was explanatory, her health had been declining for years and finally gave out, despite everything Andrew try to do to lessen the burden. He couldn’t forgive Amy for walking out though, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of reading the words she used to leave him. At this point, she probably didn't care at all if he would read them or not, she had moved on just as quickly as she came into his life. ”Andrew, I think at this point, you need to sit down, relax a little bit and sift through this, you’ve gone through quite a bit over the last few months and it has all now smashed you in the face, you need to take some time to just mourn and accept that this has happened and learn and grow from it. He was probably right, Andrew was still in overdrive with the funeral passing recently and the events of Second Chance and Amy still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t stopped at all. He had been keeping himself busy to try and keep his mind off of things. He took a deep breath, no longer needing to be here at this point, he thanked VanRensberg and walked out. Knowing that he had a long road ahead of him, this was only the beginning down a long road to forget and grow. ====================== 5 Way Breakdown Match ====================== It’s pathetic how D. can let shit like this slide and then deny me again. It’s grown tiring how these championships can be treated like the punch lines that they are. Adonis as TV Champ, now Howell, an over the top sack of shit can just fluke his way into winning a battle royal and become the Adrenaline Champion while making a mockery of it. On top of that, you see people being handed opportunities over a little bit of “Car trouble” from an event months ago and now they just get to walk back in and be like “oh here you go” Not a surprise with the people you see D. fucking favours around here. Yet it becomes a problem if I demand to be put into the Trios Tournament so I can go around and claim my opportunity whenever the fuck I feel like it. Again, All I seem to demand is the chance to make something happen, I don’t even demand the title shot like others would go and cry for. ALl I have asked for since I walked back into SCw is to be put down the road I wanna go down and I will take care of the rest, instead, I have a piece of shit boss who thinks it’s funny as fuck to keep denying me what I want, to keep brushing me aside while he goes and plays favourites with his other little kids who cry to daddy when they don’t get their way. You don’t show up, you miss out. You work towards your next opportunity. Except here in SCW. Go fuck yourselves. It can become infuriating seeing others being gifted chance after chance that they don’t deserve, that they feel they are entitled to when hard working people just want to be put on the road they choose to go down. I bet D. was all pissed off that I had an impressive performance at the end of the year battle royal, until his other little friend was able to get rid of me, what a fucking surprise. This match is only the beginning [/align] |
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| DavidHelms | Jan 9 2018, 01:53 PM Post #6 |
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I know it probably goes without fucking saying really, and I don’t like to state the obvious like some moron who can’t say anything better than what’s glaringly apparent to most people, but there aren’t really many things in life as good as the feeling you get once you’ve got something off your chest and cleared the air with others when you have problems. I’m not talking about stupid shit here like grudges or feuds in pro-wrestling. Would I get any great pleasure out of burying the hatchet with Konrad Raab? Doubtful. Burying a hatchet in Raab maybe, but in the grand scheme of life, clearing the air with him wouldn’t really make a whole lot of difference for me, it’s a petty squabble when all is said and done. But we’ve all been in positions where you have problems with people or situations you find yourself in where you can either speak up or keep quiet and just put up with it. And yeah, those conversations can sometimes make things worse, I admit that. And in those situations, it feels like things are just going from bad to worse and you more than likely end up wishing you’d just kept your fucking mouth shut… but when things do work out, that feeling of relief you get? It’s amazing, it really is. And sometimes, you’re actually left surprised by that fact that things went a lot better than you expected, which makes a refreshing fucking change given how shitty life can be at times. I think I’ve been in those kind of situations more over the past year than the decade before; in fact, since signing with SCW in May of last year, I’ve been through more drama shit than any other time since I started recovering from my accident, and I have to put that partly down to just how full of bullshit the business is, but also how many changes I’ve made in my life over the last seven or so months… The thing is, you have to be willing to take those risks. Yeah, there’s a chance it’ll go wrong, but there’s just as much of a chance that it won’t, and that’s what people need to realise. Some people just have this propensity for erring on the negative and that shit is just fucking counterproductive bro, it really is. Yeah, you can worry about things not going your way and I get that, I’ve been there myself recently as you know… but fuck, take risks from time to time! I’ve done that recently, I’ve approached people and subjects over the last year that I know could end badly but needed to be touched upon for my own sanity, and up to now I’ve got to say that it seems to have worked out well. I mean, I’m not saying everything is going to keep coming up Millhouse in every way for the foreseeable future… but when I think about how positive those conversations have been for me and how much worse my life would have been if I’d not taken risks or attempted to clear the air and address issues with certain people. I’ve had a blast over the course of my time in SCW so far, and my personal life is way more fun than I ever thought it could be considering I made a return to a business that’s notorious for fucking up your life if you let it and the idea of not making some of the decisions I have? I don’t even want to think about that. There are few people who can say with their hand on their heart that they love their life, but right now? I fucking love my life, even with some of the complications that have cropped up. But that doesn’t mean I can rest of my laurels either, something I’ve tried not to do since I returned at Taking Hold of the Flame last year. I’m ready to keep kicking things on and I’m using those situations to my advantage where I can. Whether it’s dealing with douche bags I encounter in the business or sorting out things with people in my personal life, I’m still going all-in on that crap to ensure I keep that trend moving forward into twenty eighteen. I’ve got a long way to go yet and who knows if I’ll be happy regardless of how well things go, I may become one of those assholes who’s never happy despite how much success he gets… but I’d like to think I won’t because that kind of cunt, even if I happily admit I am a cunt in general! But with the changes I’ve made, with the encounters I’ve had with people and the way I’ve dealt with things, everything is going well so far, and as we enter another year I’m ready to continue throwing out the same phrase I’ve muttered since day one of coming here to SCW, and it’s one you should know well by now. It’s all about the name! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Looking back, I’m still not sure what I expected to happen once the DNA results proved I wasn’t the lying sack of crap that Dave believed me to be. It was a real rollercoaster ride of emotions over that period for me; I went from hating Dave, wanting to get even with him because it felt like he just moved on following my disappearance, to finding out the truth about how my missing person status affected him. I realised I didn’t hate my brother, but that I let my bitterness cloud the fact that I missed him being a part of my life. It was a horrible feeling, almost helplessness in a way, because I knew that until those results were placed in his hand he wouldn’t believe me what so ever. Hell, that short few hours while we waited was a microcosm in itself, a perfect metaphor for my emotional ride over the weeks than proceeded it. I went from being excited about proving I was telling the truth, to optimistic about what the results would mean for our relationship, to wanting to punch him because of how much of a dick he was being in that waiting room. I mean, it says it all doesn’t it, the fact I actually tried walking out before the results had even come back confirmed we were brothers, telling him to stick it up his ass. I should have been a little more sympathetic to him really, now that I look back on it. That’s the benefit of hindsight I guess, but thinking about how I reacted, I dunno what else I expected to happen; I mean, putting myself in Dave’s shoes, I’d have been somewhat hesitant to believe me too, so why was I that surprised to find that he was more than just a little hostile until the results came back? It must have been difficult for him, when you think about it. Imagine being in his position, some random guy moves in next door and then a month later you get some message saying ‘go to this café’ and then the same random guy from next door tells you he isn’t actually who he said he was but he’s actually your brother… it’s no real surprise that he was angry with me, that he didn’t believe anything I was saying. I’m not trying to excuse the way I reacted that day, especially the way I behaved after the clinic produced the results of the test and confirmed that the DNA from both samples basically left them with little doubt over the face that we were blood relatives… But at the same time, I felt like I’d been kicked while I was down in a way? I dunno… I mean, it was a fucked up situation all around, I get that, and I meant what I said about not wanting to make excuses for the way I behaved because that was pretty inexcusable, but I let my guard down and all I got for it was a load of anger and resentment. I think that’s why I ended up reacting the way I did, because I was hurt that I’d let my guard down and had it thrown back in my face; I’d confessed my biggest secret to the one person that it truly meant something to and instead of him seeing the truth for what it was, he threw it back in my face and I resented that. Not proud of how I dealt with it but what’s done is done, you know? Fortunately, despite Dave’s reaction and then my own reaction at the end, I didn’t actually storm off. Dave chased after me when I tried walking out of Existence Genetics, and while there wasn’t the clichéd Hollywood ending where we hugged it out right there on the sidewalk before becoming inseparable as brothers again… him using my real name was a fucking good start, I know that. We left the car parked in the Existence Genetics parking lot and took a walk up the block to the nearest bar, the air between us feeling awkward as fuck as we ordered a light beer and sat down at a quiet table in the corner, but at least the hostility was gone, which was a refreshing fucking change after the previous few hours. And it’s not like I expected it to be an instant fix anyway, you know? I figured it would take us a long time to get to a place where we were actually back on track. The important part was getting Dave to accept the truth, and then we could deal with anything else afterwards… but that didn’t help deal with how awkward things were in that moment, and while it’s funny looking back, at the time, it was just fucking painful… “Decent beer,” I remember saying despite the fact it was actually garbage, trying to fill the silence as we sat at the table, some douche bag pumping quarters into the juke box playing god awful music to just make things worse. “Not bad, yeah,” Dave said with about as much conviction as I’d had when I made the original statement. If things continued on like that, it was going to get pretty fucking old pretty quickly, I knew that much without having to spend more than half a second pondering it! “Pretty hoppy,” he added, taking another swig like we were a pair of fucking hipsters tasting the newest craft beer of some micro-brewery… I fucking hate hipsters, so you can probably guess how happy I was about that. “Ugh, you know what, it’s not good beer, it’s awful,” I said, sighing as I put the bottle down on the table and pushed it away. “It’s light beer, and light beer is never good… and this is awkward because neither of us wants to be the first to actually talk about what just happened…” “Yeah, you’re right,” Dave said with a nod of agreement, placing his own bottle down and sliding it across the table. “Not just about the beer, but the other thing too… and I do want to talk about it, because there’s so many fucking questions I want to ask, but after doubting you and finding out how wrong I was to not believe you, I didn’t want to push things, you know?” he asked, slipping his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a fairly crumpled twenty pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter. The pack looked pretty battered, as if he’d had it a long time, and I couldn’t help but look at him in surprise as he flicked the bottom of the pack to pop one out of the slot in the top. “What, the Marlboro? If you tell Regan about this I may have to actually kill you and hide the body in that empty grave, because if she finds out it’ll be me getting buried instead,” he said with a smirk… kind of macabre but it didn’t stop me from chuckling none the less. “They’re for dealing with stress… I don’t consider myself a smoker anymore, I don’t even use that vape thing much now, but sometimes I just need a cigarette to calm me down. I’ve had this twenty deck for more than six months and I’ve only had about three out of it. I did bum a few from Aaron though, when after you turned up in that coffee shop, which Regan does know about, so that’s safe at least. I’m going out for one, you coming?” “Sure,” I said, grabbing my jacket from the empty chair next to me and slipping it on as Dave popped the filter end of his cigarette into his mouth. “Just gonna grab a couple soda’s, I’ll be out in a minute,” I told him and he nodded before heading for the door. I grabbed a couple bottles of coke from the bar and carried them outside where Dave was sat at a table outside, a couple drags into his cigarette. I slid one of the bottles over to him as I sat down and grabbed the pack of smokes from the table to pull one out for myself. I hadn’t smoked in years until that point, apart from the odd joint over the years before I came back to wrestling, but if he was risking Regan’s wrath, the least I could do was be a participant. “Oh stop,” I said when I spotted the look he was giving me. “If you’re shocked that I’m having a cigarette then you obviously don’t remember I was a smoker back when we worked in TNT together… and if you’re pissed off that I’m stealing one of your secret stash smokes then I’ll buy you another twenty pack to make up for it, so leave it out alright?” I said before stirking the wheel of the zippo to light the end of the cigarette dangling from my lip. “Okay, okay, point take…” he told me, holding his hands up defensively before taking another drag on his own cigarette. I thought I’d damn near cough up a lung after the first drag but I didn’t, and I exhaled into the air before sitting back in my chair. “So you said you have a bunch of questions?” “Fuck bro, you have no idea,” he said, nodding before his face screwed up awkwardly, as if he’d just realised what he’d called me. We both knew ‘bro’ was basically interchangeable for a host of other words but we are from New Jersey… can take the boy out the burbs but you can’t take the burbs out of the boy! “Lay it on me man,” I said, actually avoiding the b-word for now. Wanted to avoid any more awkwardness than what was already hanging over us. “Gonna have to talk about it at some time, right? May as well get it over with so we can think about moving forward…” Dave nodded his head, taking another drag on his cigarette – which I’m convinced was just about playing for time – before he finally exhaled and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of us and with a slight frown on his face he looked me fully in the eye for the first time since we left the clinic. “I guess my biggest question is why it took you so damn long to finally turn up again,” he asked, his hand absent-mindedly playing with the coke bottle, rolling it around slightly on its glass bottom. “Ten years Jase… it was ten years ago, we thought you were dead, I mourned you for nearly two years before I finally beat the depression I slipped into… why the hell didn’t you come back sooner?!” He didn’t mess around, clearly. No beating around the bush, just straight for the jugular with the one question I was kind of hoping we could build up to. Fuck. I remember sighing slightly and adopted the stalling for time thing by taking a drag on the cigarette in my hand before stubbing it out next to the one Dave had been smoking. “The answer to that isn’t an easy one,” I told him, sitting back in my chair, falling silent for a moment as I tried to figure out how to best explain what happened. It wasn’t something I could just randomly explain in a throwaway comment, I had to explain properly because I owed him that much at least. “The name I gave you and Regan when Aniya and me moved in next door… it wasn’t one I just made up on the spot. When I fell into the river, I took a pretty bad bump to the head,” I started to explain, showing him the scar on the back of my head where they’d had to staple my scalp back together, about how I was out cold for nearly three months before I finally woke up with no memory what so ever. How I had months and months-worth of different therapies and procedures before the incident with the semi-truck that finally started the process of my memory returning. “So yeah, almost a year before I finally remembered my name, let alone the other stuff… and the more time that passed, the more I was convinced you just moved on--” “What?!” Dave interjected, cutting me off. “Woah dude, what the fuck? You thought I just--” “I know Dave, I know,” I said, cutting him off instead. “I know it wasn’t rational now, I really do… but given the amount of craziness in my life back then, I wasn’t exactly making sensible decisions, you know? I thought you’d given up on me, that you stopped searching and moved on with your life and I was angry. I was bitter about the whole thing and honestly, the accident changed me dude, it made me a bitter twisted fuck it really did. I still am in some ways, that’s kind of why I came here in the first place…” I was hoping I could get away without talking about that too, but at the same time I owed him full disclosure and wanted the whole truth out there, not just the nice bits. “Huh?” he asked, clearly not understanding what I meant. Why would he, given he had no idea what brought me to California. “Your bitterness brought you here? But then…” “I didn’t initially come back to reconnect with you dude,” I told him shamefully, having to look away because I really was ashamed of myself, having to admit that to him. “Like I said, I was bitter as fuck… cards on the table, I came here because I wanted to get what I thought I was owed. I’m not proud of myself, I’m really not… but like I said, I thought you’d given up on me and moved on without really caring about the fact that I’d gone. And I built it all up, the version of you in my head was a real asshole, a guy I wouldn’t take a piss on if he was on fire,” I said, looking back at him to see a blank expression on his face; not anger, not surprise or even a grin, but nothing. That was somehow worse. “I wanted to get you back I guess… I wanted what I felt I was owed because of everything I was robbed of when my career ended prematurely. I know it sounds fucking insane, I can admit that, but I honestly thought fucking with you would help me shrug the chip I’ve been carrying around on my shoulder all these years off at last. Does that make sense? It probably doesn’t… see, like I said. Not exactly rational!” We sat in silence for a while after that, and I found myself looking anywhere I could just to not look at him. I almost reached out for his pack of smokes to light up another despite not actually wanting one, just for something to do, but eventually Dave broke the silence. “Then what changed your mind?” he asked, somewhat more monotonously than he had spoken previously. “I mean, if you came here to fuck with me but changed your mind, something had to have been the catalyst for that…” “Jason…” I said, and at first he looked at me without understand, wondering why I was just saying my name to him. Then it clicked. “Yeah, your kid… the day you told me you named him after me, you’d invited me and Nia around for a cookout, and we were having a drink on the deck. You told me the story about naming you boy after your brother and I wanted to throw up, but not in disgust… I actually had to go use your bathroom because I thought I was gonna be sick. It’s like, everything I thought I knew, it all came crashing down around me, you know? I’d built this whole story up and suddenly it was bullshit. You hadn’t forgotten about me at all, and I realised I’d wasted all that time…” “Fuck, I… I never imagined…” he started to say, but his voice trailed off. What did you say to something like that, huh?! I couldn’t blame him for falling silent. “Yeah…” I added, not really adding anything to the conversation with it. I wanted to be able to explain properly, to let him know exactly what was going on in my head, but words didn’t seem to be able to do it justice, no matter how I tried to explain it. “And then I had to figure out how I could tell you the truth… and there was no real answer to that was, not one that made sense anyway. My mind was a mess, it really was; I’d gone from thinking you didn’t care to realising you did and now the future was an unknown entity…” I told him, sighing heavily. “You really thought I didn’t give a fuck?” he asked, sounding hurt. That only piled the guilt on, because I wasn’t feeling bad enough already… “I did,” I told him with a nod, wishing I didn’t have to admit all of this. I was about to tell him that too, but before I could open my mouth, he picked up his cigarettes and slipped them back into the inside of his jacket along with the lighter before standing up. “Wait, you’re leaving? I thought--” “Grab your drink if you want,” he said, tucking his chair underneath the table before giving me a look. “But we’re taking a drive… there’s something I need to show you that will probably do a much better job of explaining things more than I can ever do with words alone,” he told me before starting to walk away. Grabbing the soda bottle, I took a good long chug from it before leaving it behind on the table to follow after him, wondering what the hell was going on. The way he suddenly decided we were leaving left me feeling uneasy; I know it can’t have been easy to hear the things I was saying but I honestly thought that this would be good for us in the long run, that getting everything out in the open would mean we could actually work at things and repair the damage that ten years of hiding away from the truth had done… but him getting up and walking away had me second guessing that. Should I have maybe started off smaller? Worked my way up to the whole truth, ease things into it? Maybe. It wasn’t as if there was a guide book for helping with this stuff, was it? I was winging it, and that meant I was probably going to make mistakes, but it was a suck it and see kind of situation and I had no choice but to follow him and see where he was taking me. And I can genuinely say that I would never have guessed the answer to where that was… but then again, ‘a storage facility’ isn’t ever going to be the first answer people jump to as a destination for a pleasant drive, is it? It sure as fuck wasn’t for me anyway… -------------------------------------------------------------------------- You know, considering I’m meant to be the Jackass that’s a twitter troll, I can’t help but feel like I’m quietly and discretely getting overshadowed now that mine and Amy’s secret was ever so slightly less secretive. Now, I have to hand it to Kennedy… in terms of making a complete turnaround where one’s career is concerned, she hit the nail on the head and seemed to have the dumb bastards at home and in the arenas eating out of her hand. Joking aside, she actually had made a great turnaround compared to the stuff I’d heard of her earlier time in SCW… but truth be told, while she was an all-round wonderful person now, I was already getting tired of the barbed shots at me and Amy on twitter. Okay, I say me and Amy, but it was mostly aimed directly at me, sly comments here and there that the average joe wouldn’t get, but knowing what I knew, about how she’d discovered us in that hotel several weeks back… yeah, as painfully obvious as the nose on your fucking face. She may be a good person now honey, but she was about as subtle as a brick to the face and even if Amy was happy to let it slide, I couldn’t help feeling that me and Kennedy needed to have a few words that the whole world couldn’t read about on twitter in the near future, something I’d been thinking for some time before the opportunity finally presented itself. I mean, okay, it’s not like I’d actively tried to get her alone in order to explain a few things to her, so maybe I have to grudgingly take that one on the chin, but I’d kept an eye out for opportunities where I could see them, and with how popular the damn bitch was, those same opportunities were few and far between, believe me! I could have approached her backstage, that much was true… but then again, I haven’t exactly had much luck in that regard over the past few months, have I? I mean, first there was the time where Aaron practically caught Amy on her knees praying at the altar of the purple headed warrior… and then there was the ‘fake argument’ me and Amy had when we made up after Halloween, that somehow got back to Aaron within minutes of it taking place and resulted in me having to tell him the secret just to get him to shut the fuck up. The last thing I wanted was for me to approach Kennedy and us end up being overheard and someone else finding out what was going on between me and Amy, because that would just create more damage instead of dealing with damage control like I hoped I was going to be able to do! No, backstage at a show wasn’t really an option. I had thought about getting her address from Amy or even sneaking it from Regan or paying someone off in the office like I had done for Amy’s home address all those months earlier… but I had a suspicion that if I tried turning up at Kennedy’s place, I’d find the door slammed in my face quicker than I can say ‘shut your face honey and just listen’, which probably would have ended with the same result now I think about it, so maybe neither would be a great idea? Thing is, I knew I had to speak to her, so sooner or later I knew I was going to have to make some sort of move in order to try and get her to stop with the bullshit on twitter. I know it seems harmless and the chances of anyone putting two and two together were slim to none at worst, but it made me uneasy knowing that at any minute, she could take umbrage over one of my tweets and start throwing shade at me again; you make similar comments enough and sooner or later someone is going to put two and two together and if they don’t quite get four, they may get three point five and that’s a little too close for comfort as far as I’m concerned! The opportunity didn’t present itself until into the new year though; Breakdown the night before hadn’t been a great night for Kennedy, given the way the show ended, and truth be told it wasn’t all that fantastic for me either but in comparison of our respective nights she definitely came off worst out of the two of us, so under normal circumstances I’d have avoided her like the fucking plague, but given how long I’d been wanting to get her alone to talk to her, when I spotted her walking back to her hotel room after the house show at Penn State, I had to bite the bullet. “Hey! Kennedy!” I shouted as discretely as I could as she headed down the hallway towards where I assumed her room was located. It was on the same floor as Amy’s, two floors above my room and ideally I’d have rather she just headed off so she didn’t have to realise why I was on the same floor and Amy’s room, but like I said, I was making the most of a crappy situation. “Oh no honey, I don’t have the time or the inclination for this,” she said, her voice just dripping with distaste as she saw me walking towards her, her tolerance for my presence practically non-existent right from the off. I knew there and then that this wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience and I had to pull every ounce of my reserve together to stop myself from just telling her to forget it. “Whatever it is you want to say, you can just save it, okay? I’ve got no desire to waste my time listening to anything that you’ve got to say, all I want to do is go back to my room and put my flawless feet up and have a drink… so just do us both a favour and carry on down the hallway to Amy’s room, because I assume that’s where you’re going,” she told me, actually shuddering a little at the thought of it, which almost made me smirk but I kept my facial expressions in check as I came to a step next to her. It wasn’t as if I wanted to stand there talking to her, was it? Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t want anything to do with Kennedy Street if I could help it but I had to try and talk to her, even more so after the conversation I’d had with Amy a month earlier. Things were getting more serious between the two of us and that meant that this conversation had to happen. “I’m leaving now honey… do not stare at my ass as I walk away, okay? Though I’m probably too young for you anyway, given what I know…” “Will you just shut up for a minute and let me talk?” I said, already started to lose my cool and mentally berating myself for not keeping it together. “I just need a couple of minutes that’s all, then you can head off and let Jonny rub your precious feet for you and tell you how great you are… where is he anyway? Figured he’d be following you like a lost puppy…” “Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s picking us up a bottle of wine and some cheese,” she told me, glaring at me like I was something on the bottom of her shoe that she’d stood in. “I don’t normally eat cheese, it smells bad and gives you horrible nightmares, but I want to relax and Jon wanted to do something nice… but I don’t know why I’m telling you this honey, because you don’t deserve to know anything about Kennie’s life. What do you want? I’m tired and there’s suddenly a foul smell in this hallway honey…” “I want to talk, that’s all,” I told her, ignoring the comment about the foul smell. Wasn’t going to let her shit get to me. “I said a few weeks ago that we needed to have a little chat but you ignored it…” “I’d like to continue ignoring it honey,” she told me, frowning. I’m surprised she did something as human as frowning, for fear of it giving her frown lines. “Yeah well, the sooner you give me a couple minutes of your time the sooner you can get out of here,” I told her, trying to be persuasive without pressuring her. I know the type, the more pressure you put on her, the less likely she is to agree. “Look, I’m not expecting you to like me Kennedy… we both know that we’re never going to be friends, it’s like chalk and the cheese that Jonny’s off buying for you right now…” “No shit honey,” she said, nodding her head in agreement. At least we can agree on something I guess? “The least you can do though is hear me out,” I told her calmly. “You don’t like me, but you love Amy, so for her sake hear me out then you can go about your business and I can go about mine and we don’t have to spend any longer in this hallway talking…” “I don’t want to think about your business, Jason,” Kennedy told me, giving me a disgusted look before she sighed and her shoulders sagged a little; I knew with that small gesture that I’d won a small battle at least and she nodded her head. “Fine. Two minutes. Then I’m going to my room and pretending that this never happened…” “That’ll do,” I said, offering to take the handle of her bag from her. Evidently her distaste for me wasn’t strong enough for her to turn down the option of someone else carrying her gear for her. We walked a little down the hallway, god knows if we passed her room or not, but I know we did go past Amy’s room because that’s where I was heading when I spotted her; Aniya had left that morning to go to Nola, she was viewing a house for us and I said I’d facetime her once I was with Amy so she could tell us about it, but it could wait for a few minutes while I dealt with this issue hopefully once and for all. We headed to the end of the hallway and it was practically a dead end. There was a service elevator at one end of the T-junction and a janitors closet at the other. At least we probably wouldn’t be interrupted there, unless a maid had to urgently grab supplied from the closet or someone ordered room service. I was willing to take that risk. Placing her bag down, I leant against the wall as Kennedy folded her arms across her chest as she gave me a ‘I’m waiting’ kind of look that told me she really meant two minutes and that I needed to hurry the fuck up. “Look, I get that you’re not exactly thrilled at Amy’s decisions as far as I’m concerned--” “Now that’s an understatement,” she said, talking over me but I pushed on regardless, needing to actually get this out there instead of letting her comments hold me up. “But no matter what you think about her decision, you need to understand that this isn’t a game or some sort of plan to hurt her,” I told her sternly. I didn’t want to leave her with any uncertainty over how serious I was about that. “Amy didn’t really go into any detail about what you said, she didn’t have to; I can probably guess most of it anyway, you probably have as low opinion of me as most on the roster and you’re entitled to your opinion, that’s fine. Like I said, we’re never gonna be friends, I’m okay with that… but this isn’t an elaborate plot or anything like that, I really do care about Amy whether you believe that or not,” I told her, and she was already rolling her eyes as if she didn’t believe a word I was saying. “No Kennedy, I really do mean that. You have this opinion of me and it’s based pretty much on what you see on twitter or on the shows, and that’s fine, it’s the image I want to project to those who don’t know me personally… but you know yourself, after the Keenie stuff, that image we project out there isn’t all we are. And you can berate me for being a troll on twitter if you want, but those snide comments hinting at stuff that you make, they’re not much better than anything I do, even if they’re aimed at a Jackass!” “I’m nothing like you, honey!” she said defensively and I had to agree with her there, she wasn’t anything like me… but that didn’t mean she knew who I actually was away from the cameras. “No, you’re not,” I told her, shaking my head. “But once upon a time, you were. And you may have changed now, but you have to remember what it’s like, embellishing who you are for the sake of the cameras,” I said and she shuffled her feet uncomfortably which told me I’d hit home with that one. “I don’t know how much she told you, but I assume she mentioned I was the guy in those photos from New York, where she got drunk?” I asked and Kennedy frowned but nodded her head. “Did she tell you that I went to great effort to get her back to Wyatt that night without any fans finding out it was her, instead of leaving her in that bar? Did she tell you that I offered to go talk to Olek myself when the board wanted to send her to rehab to admit it was me in the photos and take responsibility for her being in that state that night? Because I did. And she refused, because she’d already covered for me. And I didn’t like that, but I had to respect her wishes, just like you’re doing with what me and her have going on right now,” I reasoned, trying to get her to understand even if she couldn’t accept it. “Did she tell you that I spoke to her every single day while she was in rehab? Not just a couple messages here and there but hour long conversations on the phone most days and if not phone calls, texts? Because I did. Not because I’m working an angle but because I think she’s a great person and probably the kind of person that I can never be. She’s good people and I respect her, as well as care about her Kennie, so you making snide comments because she’s made an unconventional life choice that you don’t understand or she sees something in me that you can’t!” “You say that as if her choices make sense!” Kennedy said back to me, still glaring at me. “I don’t understand it at all, I don’t see the appeal! I get wanting to have your cake and eat it, but you’re a sleaze ball honey, you’re just a horrible person! She could ruin her marriage to Wyatt, a truly great guy who I look up to, because she likes fucking you” she told me in an angry hushed whisper, trying to control her voice given the setting, despite clearly being angry enough to want to shout at me. “And what about you?” I asked, and she looked offended at the suggestion that she made questionable decisions herself that some wouldn’t understand. “Knots isn’t exactly an angel Kennie, and what about that asshole from England, that Watson jerk? You married him! And yeah, you were a different person, it was a different time, I get it… but do you really think that Amy would make decisions that aren’t thoroughly thought out, huh?! She’s not an idiot, Kennedy, she’s a grown woman who’s been through enough to know what feels right and what feels wrong and right now, she knows this is right. I like Wyatt too, he’s a great guy… we’ve hung out once or twice, I’m more than happy to go for a beer with him,” I told her, which caused raised eyebrows all around, that little bit of information seemingly coming as a surprise to her if the expression on her face was anything to go by. “That fact alone should tell you more about this than anything else can, I can go for a beer with Amy’s husband and it wouldn’t be awkward what so ever. So you making the snide comments? It’s not helping Kennedy, it’s just causing more problems, and for someone who claims to want to be there for Amy and be her friend, you’re doing the opposite right now!” She looked offended again when I said that, and I had to be careful of pushing too far, but the small signs of guilt were also there to see and I knew I was getting through to her which helped keep my resolve going. “Of course you’re going to try and tell me to drop it, you’re getting laid regularly because of your arrangement… guys always think with their junk honey, you’re no different!” she told me confidently as if she had it all figured out. Nothing could be further from the truth. “You think this is just about sex?” I said, actually laughing at that point. It genuinely made me laugh, I found the notion laughable… but then again, it was a fair assumption on her part, assuming Amy hadn’t told her the latest developments, which I assume she didn’t because from the little Amy told me, Kennedy wanted to know as little as possible. “Kennedy, please understand something right now… that could not be further from the truth, even if you tried your hardest to come up with something that was less accurate!” “Yeah, and if it was just sex you’d happily admit that and risk screwing it up, wouldn’t you honey?” she asked me sarcastically, like she didn’t believe that for a second. “That’s how it started, I hold my hands up to that,” I told her honestly. It did start that way, then other shit started to happen that changed everything. “I’m not saying it wasn’t just about an exciting and convenient fuck in the beginning… but things change Kennedy, and this is one of them. You can choose to believe me or you can keep thinking I’m full of shit, it doesn’t matter to me at this point, but I’m telling you to your face that I care about her more than you can understand,” I informed her, not feeling the need to truly lay the honest on thick because I had plenty of conviction that I didn’t feel the need to stress the point in that moment. “You told me where Jon is right now, but do you know where my wife is at this moment in time? She’s in New Orleans. Why? She went to view a house that we’re thinking of buying, because of what’s going on between me and Amy and to a lesser extent Aniya and Wyatt. This is way more serious than convenient sex, we want to own a house close enough to them to make this easier on us all, because that’s the point it’s at! Yeah, you should be surprised at that,” I added, seeing the shock register on her face; I didn’t know if I was going to far or not, telling her that, but she had fallen silent, she didn’t even look like she wanted to say any more at that point and again, I took that as a small victory. “I’m not looking for your blessing Kennedy, and I don’t think Amy is either. We’re grown adults, it’s a free country, blah blah blah… but if you actually want to help Amy and give her your support, then cut out the bullshit on twitter, okay? I’m not going to hurt her, but if you keep doing what you’ve been doing, you might. That’s it. Just think about that, okay? Please?” I finished, fairly lamely I admit, but I was trying not to go too far and push her beyond her limits. I wasn’t going for aggressive, I just had to get some stuff off my chest and I was thankful that she actually seemed to listen, even if I’m not sure she believed most of what I said. She was still shocked though, I could see that in her face as I thought about turning to leave. I almost did turn to head off, leaving her there to digest what I’d said so I could walk away and go about enjoying the rest of my night. I dunno why I didn’t do that in all honest, I’m not sure what compelled me to stop almost as soon as I started to move, but I turned to look back at her and words came out before I’d even thought about them. “For what it’s worth by the way, the stuff last night with the investigation? I believe you. I’m never going to admit that in public or post it on twitter, but while it probably doesn’t mean anything… I don’t think you were involved. You’re not that person, I truly believe that. I hope the truth comes out quickly…” I told her and then I turned to walk off. I don’t know if she opened her mouth to say anything else after that, I didn’t stop to find out, because I’d done what I wanted, saying everything that I felt I needed to say and if she wanted to take it any further then she knew where to find me… but as far as I was concerned, I’d done what I wanted. All I really wanted was to stop the tweets and snide remarks, to get her to realise that it was hurting Amy rather than helping and that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t as bad for Ames as she thought I was. I’m a Jackass, I’ll happily hold my hands up to that fact, but I’m not that kind of guy and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Amy in all this… and while we both had to accept that that was still a distinct possibility despite our best intentions – you know what they say about the path to hell and all that – I wasn’t going to do anything intentionally to hurt her. Fuck that. We’d come way too far, and this was way too serious now… and whether Kennedy Street understood what was going on or not, that wasn’t my concern. But getting her to shut up about it was, and that was all I’d wanted. Who knew whether it would work, but I tried and that was all I could do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Like I said, sometimes you just have to have the type of conversation that usually, you’d rather ignore. Did I want to spend more than a couple seconds in the presence of someone like Kennedy Street? Fuck no. Did I want to tell my own brother that I only came back into his life originally because I wanted to fuck with his life? About as much as I’d want to go on one of those retreats into the wilderness with Man-Baby Raab… but sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do in order to get to where you want to be, and having those conversations truly helped, even if it wasn’t necessarily in any other way than making myself feel a lot fucking better than I had previously. I never said it was a perfect system, but the benefits are there. What good does it do to hide from things instead of addressing them, you know? I could have hidden certain facts from Dave to make the whole thing smoother for both of us… but then we’re rebuilding our fraternal relationship after a decade of separation without everything being on the up and up. I’d start rebuilding my relationship with my brother by lying to him by omission, which would have been bullshit. And as for Kennedy, it would have been much easier to just ignore the irritating bitch instead of asking to talk to her, but that was just running the risk that she’d eventually go a step too far and fuck everything up for Amy and me. And you know what? When I walked away from where I left her in that hotel hallway, I did feel a hell of a lot better about moving forward… sure, she may not listed to a damn thing I said, she may ignore what I asked her to do and continue with her vague twitter hints and comments, but I asked and it felt like a weight was lifted afterwards. See, douchebags? Just deal with shit and everything gets better… at least it did for me in these instances at any rate. Then again, my life is way better than yours will ever fucking be anyway, right? So maybe you should just keep burying your heads in the sand and continue to live your ignorant fucking lives the way you have… what do I know, I’m just the guy who’s winning at life right now. Ha. |
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We click play on the video and as we do, a small loading icon appears in the middle of the blank screen, turning slowly as the video buffers for a moment before fading and the video begins to play. And now that it's playing, the first thing we see is none other than Supreme Championship Wrestling star and member of the Helms Dynasty himself, Jason Helms, standing in what we know to be a room inside of his Mullholland Drive home in the Hollywood hills. He stands in the middle of the shot wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, on the front of which seems to be a logo that almost looks military in design, the centre of which shows a dinosaur skull and crossed bones just beneath it. The words ‘LIZARD CLUB’ are flanked by chevrons above and two rows of bullets sit either side of the crossed bones below. Smirking, Jason looks down and grabs the hem of his tee to look at the imagine before looking back into the camera and laughs a little. With a wry smile, he winks before letting go of the material so it can fall back against his stomach again and he brings a hand up to rub at the stubble on his face as a date stamp appears in the bottom left hand side of the screen reading [01.08.2018]. Lowering his hand, he throws his arms out in a welcoming gesture to the people watching at home, his fingers then forming the two sweet gesture ever so briefly before the arms fall again and he casually welcomes people to the start of the video in his own special little way like normal. “Sup ass-clowns!” he says with a grin, a genuine smile that makes its way right to the eyes which twinkle brightly as he slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans and continues to talk. “So, here we are, a new year and a fresh start for many, right? Did you count up how many people on your Facebook timeline or other social media who made some sort of ‘new year new me’ bullshit status? Or a ‘this is gonna be my year’ claim even? I almost wanted to turn it into a drinking game, but I realized that if I used twitter for it, I’d probably be in the E.R having my stomach pumped within the first couple hours and ultimately didn’t bother… and hey, who am I to criticize anyway, if people want to be fucking morons who post pointless idiomatic expressions to make themselves feel better about the fact they have another shitty year ahead that they’ll have to drag their asinine lives through in order to make it to the next opportunity to claim the new year is gonna be theres! Me? I was pretty fucking happy with how twenty seventeen worked out, all things considered; I made my big return to the business after eleven years in obscurity, I reconnected with certain people or met others that are now a major part of my life, I caused a stir week in week out and fucked around with people that wished they’d never even heard the name Jason Helms, I made some fantastic business connections and delivered some phenomenal official merchandise… as you can no doubt see from this wonderful work of art currently covering my torso as I film this video, which goes on sale Wednesday night for anyone wondering,” he says with a cheeky little wink, barely pausing as he continues to speak. “Basically, I can’t think of much that went wrong for me last year, all things considered… okay, so the open invitational at the End of Year Special could have ended better if you want to be picky. I never expected you fucking morons to vote for me anyway so it wasn’t like I was going to be getting the World title shot or any of those awards but I’m not looking for the ego rub from you fucks anyway, so it’s not like that matters! As for the invitational… meh, I can live with not winning that too. It’s not a matter of ‘if’ I become Adrenaline champion, it’s a matter of when. Losing out in that rumble ultimately just makes the chase a little more interesting for me as I get to see where the journey takes me next… though unfortunately, while Ace Marshall may have handed me an opportunity I’m already convinced I deserved beforehand, it seems my chase is going to be a little longer than I planned thanks to another Trio’s contract cash in from a selfish ass-hat by the name of Gable Winchester who thinks he deserves to have a title shot, whereas in reality the rest of us are sat here wondering why the fuck he still calls himself the Man Of Win, given how infrequently he does that anymore!” Jason chuckles to himself a little, a mischievous smirk sitting on his face momentarily before he coughs to clear his throat so he can go on speaking. “I guess you can chalk last Breakdown up on the list of things that didn’t quite go my way too, thinking about it,” he says, nodding his head slowly for a moment, pausing for effect before opening his mouth to continue. “First Giovanni Aries comes out to attack me in the middle of a deadly serious discussion aimed at my sister-in-law’s darling brother Dylan Howell, and then Gable sticks his big nose into the proceedings and announces he’s cutting his way to the front of the line with that Trio’s contract of his, and then to round the abysmal night out in great fashion, Gio goes ahead and attacks my nephew AJ because he happens to share the same surname as me, because I’m now one of the Lizard King’s assassins according to the batshit crazy Commander In Chief of Wonderland in another one of his drug-addled paranoid episodes! Which gives me an idea…” he says, looking up and away from the camera as if deep in thought about something before the scene fades to then cut in and we find ourselves in an entirely different location. We’re outside of a building somewhere that looks to be a home, presumably Jason’s, and as we take in the scene before us, we see what is definitely AJ Helms looking slightly annoyed as he stands wearing some sort of period costume, that of a civil war era soldier complete with costume of props like a sabre and fake musket. His face couldn’t make it more obvious that he doesn’t want to be there and it’s safe to assume that he was talked into this as the camera then starts to pan up to show the balcony above where AJ stands, and perched on the railing in full Assassin’s Creed costume with the hood up so that it covers part of his face is Jason. He looks down at AJ and flicks his wrist theatrically so that the blade of the hidden blade toy he’s wearing slides out of the mechanism and with that he pushes off from the balcony with his other hand and drops down towards AJ below. The camera pans down to show Jason landing slightly behind AJ and as he lands, Jason takes AJ down with the toy blade in the square of his back, AJ collapsing to the floor as if he’s now dead. Jason, down on one knee, his hand still pressed against AJ’s back as if the blade is buried in the skin, tilts his head up and looks at the camera with a grave expression on his face as he utters the most famous line from the creed of the Assassins Brotherhood. “Nothing is true… everything is permitted…” he says, before suddenly leaping up and rushing off out of shot, leaving AJ sprawled on the floor. After a second, AJ tilts his head up in the direction that Jason ran off in and with a frown on his face he sighs before the scene fades and cuts back to Jason in his office again. Still looking up and away from the camera, he eventually shakes his head theatrically as if shaking a vision from his head before turning back to look at the camera, only a hint of a smirk on his face as he continues to talk. “First off… can someone get Giovanni Aries some fucking help? Because I’m starting to think he needs it more than a guy like my good friend Dylan ever could, and that’s saying something given how badly most of you have said he needs it for the last year or so!” he says, nodding his head to support his point. “Seriously, get him the help he needs… because I’m not saying I didn’t find it fucking hilarious when it happened, but the board sent Amy Chastaine to rehab for getting drunk in her own free time last year, and as we saw at the End of Year Special, the board aren’t letting Sophie James compete yet because they want to make sure she is clean like she claims to be… so what the actual fuck is going on with Aries, huh?! Far be it from me to judge anyone’s lifestyle, but come on guys, let’s show some fucking consistency in how we deal with substance abuse, huh?! You’re the one’s running the asylum, least you can do is make sure you’re singing off of the same damn hymn sheet! But more importantly… can someone remind me what the fine and suspension details are for delivering a piledriver now that the move is banned? Because it may be worth it just to get some revenge of that ass-clown for the way he attacked me and my nephew last week! And don’t get me started on Gable and his B.S with that Trio’s contract; yeah, I get the fact that he’s well within his rights to do what he did, but what part of my personality gave you the idea that I wasn’t a selfish arrogant asshole, huh?! I’ve earned a shot at the Adrenaline championship! I beat the former number one contender, hell I even beat the guy who currently holds the title not long before that… so yeah, you could very well say that I’m more than a little aggravated by the fact that Winchester pushed into the front of the line with that contract of his and you can bet your last fucking dollar that I plan to show him the error of his ways on Wednesday when we’re in that ring together in this five way clusterfuck that we’re both a part of!” he says, glaring into the camera for a moment before slipping his hands back into the pockets of his jeans as he starts to pace, aiding his thinking as he continues to speak without looking into the camera. “See, this match was booked before the last Breakdown hit the airwaves, so you’ll no doubt find it easier to forgive me when I say that I had a hunch that maybe this was about the Adrenaline title rankings and who should be the next contender to belt; it’s not much of a stretch to reach that conclusion when you think about the people in this thing, is it? Raynes and Raine both entered the invitational, Raine was the previous number one contender to the title back at The Future Is Now too… and T-T-Tyler, he’s in a team called Adrenaline Rush, that writes its self, doesn’t it? As for Gable… well, obviously the booking committee were well aware of what he wanted to cash that little contract of his in on when they booked this thing, so again, self-explanatory, and me? Well, that’s obvious to anyone who isn’t a fucking moron, but maybe I should point out a fucking moron, but maybe I should point out yet again that I’ve been gunning for the Addy title for a while now because I know some of you ass-clowns at home are a bit slow on the uptake, so hopefully that all makes sense for you pissants now…” “…but knowing that Gable has cashed in his trio’s contract for a shot at the title, that makes things just a bit more interesting for the rest of us, doesn’t it?” he asks as he comes back to the approximate spot where he stood at the start of the video and turns back to face the camera again. “Think about this for a minute guys, try and engage those balls of grey matter inside your head for a moment; Gable is going to the pay per view with a guaranteed match against Dylan, he’s heading there that it doesn’t matter what happens between now and Learning From History, because he gets his shot no matter what… the rest of us? Well, any one of us four that don’t have that guaranteed match, we gain amazing footing if we can beat Gable this week on Breakdown… not that beating him is probably going to mean a damn thing anyway, given my own experience. Seriously, wins over Raine and Howell didn’t mean a fucking thing for me, I’m still where I am, so I can’t see this being any different, but you’ve got to look on the bright side, you know? And that’s the plan… look on the bright side, concentrate on getting the job done and then force my way into that top spot right behind Gable and his shiny signed and sealed contract! I don’t care how much Rayne’s thinks he’s owed, I don’t care if Sam Raine thinks it’s going to be third time’s a charm and I don’t give a fuck about T-T-Tyler saying he wants this more than any of us, the fact is I’m not taking no for an answer… not just because my surname is Helms, but simply because I really am that damn good and I don’t play on letting the board keep me held back any longer!” he says, glaring into the camera and shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter what I think about Adrenaline Rush or Tyler Tucker, it doesn’t matter what I think about Andrew Raynes deciding this is the division for him or whether I want to see the Split Chick split in half by a sword. I don’t give a damn about Tyler’s reason’s for why I suck or Andrew’s reasons for why he’s the second coming of Chad. I don’t care about Gable wanting to put his marker down and show he deserves to jump the queue, I only give a damn about yours truly and this Wednesday night I’ll show each and every one of you that fact by beating Andrew Raynes, Gable Winchester, Same Raine and Tyler Tucker to cement my position in this division, just as I should have done when I beat Raine and Howell leading into and at The Future Is Now! So go ahead Andrew, tell us all that there’s a storm brewing that will wash away everyone but you like you’re fucking Poseidon himself reincarnate. Tell us you’re entire career here in SCW has been an injustice and keep bleating about all the things you’re going to do… doesn’t matter. And you Gable… you go ahead and smile that nice big smile filled with pearly whites, you go ahead and beam over the fact that you got one over on me and the rest of the division with that contract, I hope it brings you eternal happiness bro, I do. It’ll be short lived, even if you do win the belt, I can guarantee that. Sam Raine can continue putting herself on a pedestal, tell the world she’s this that or the other, she can keep being the split chick with the bitch switch rather than the short bitch with the shit switch like I know she is… and as for Tyler? Hey bro. Been great, thanks for asking. Yep, still think you’re an annoying cunt, yep still hate your team, but no… I acknowledge your victory over Gio and me. Can’t exactly hide the fact that you managed to take advantage of a situation you were gifted, can I? Gio knocking me off the apron gave you an opportunity and you took it. Just like I took every opportunity to score victory’s over Adrenaline Rush myself since I came here. I’d say I’m still slightly in the lead at this point, but you go dude, you enjoy that one result. Hope it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, I really do!” Jason smirks broadly into the camera again, going as far as to chuckle to himself slightly before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the camera before him, ready to finish the video. “But while certain stuttering little ass-hats think I’m nothing more than a chump with name value, let me remind you that my record in this company is still practically flawless for the most part, and while the clusterfuck of an invitational and aforementioned tag match where Gia screwed the pooch are outliers in an otherwise perfect breakdown of results, I’ve lost one legitimate match since I debuted in May last year. One match in around eight months… some people like Tyler’s buddy Konrad lose more than that in one week, though it’s easy to understand how when he wrestles in about a billion companies and sucks in practically all of them, but that’s not the point. My point is that while people can run me down about my attitude, my arrogance, my ego, my demand for respect… nobody can run me down for not being good enough inside of a wrestling ring, because I’ve proven that time after time! The only person to have pinned me in singles action is a Former World Heavyweight and current World Tag Team champion! Kennedy Street is the only person that has actually beaten me in a match that wasn’t a clusterfuck. The only other loss, as Tyler rightly pointed out, was the tag match where my own partner attacked me before getting his ass kicked and even then, it wasn’t me that lost,” he says, shaking his head, managing a small smirk with it. “And that’s the difference between how some of you fucks perceive me and my comments about the name; I don’t demand respect because I’m a Helms, I deserve it. I earn it by continuing to win matches and prove myself in ways some people in this company can only dream about! I have a record so far that others would kill for, and that’s why I keep telling people to show me the respect I deserve! I made it further in that invitational than anyone else in this match, some of you didn’t even enter it because you didn’t have what it takes… and after Wednesday night, I get another step closer to becoming Adrenaline champion and the rest of you can make mistakes for why you let an ‘arrogant asshole who doesn’t deserve respect’ win this match! It really is All About The Name… but if you want to ignore that, then how about you just call me ‘Winner’ instead?” he finishes with a smirk, going as far as to wink into the camera before the video comes to an end, the shot dimming slightly as the replay button appears in the middle of the screen. |
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