She is not the only woman I have pushed away. Who’s relationship I ruined by pushing them away to the point where there was no way to bring it back together. There was Kelly who… disappeared… ran away… bled out when I stabbed her with that fucking knife.
They can’t read my mind can they in this cell?
Or am I talking out loud?
I killed my ex wife… I killed Kelly. They don’t know. They have no proof.
But that is not how any healthy marriage should ever end.
Then there is Alice… what the fuck happened there? I thought he was perfect for me… but in the end… it just never worked. She couldn’t handle the shit storm that is HOW and day in and day out fuckery that being here.
I pushed her away also…
It’s been hours… or days… I don’t know since I killed Frankie… or the cricket that I may or may not have believed his soul had inhabited.
I stared at the body. Or at least what was left of it on the concrete floor and my hand after I utterly obliterated it.
Why did you have to piss me off so much Frankie?
Why did you have to press my buttons?
I’m lost down the rabbit hole now.
Why was I not good enough for you Alice?
These are the questions I have for you… for her… the LSD Title.
We had it all going right. Things were solid before you left.
Sit down for the beer party Alice… let’s talk about it. What drove you away from me?
Place the card in my hat… call me mad if you will.
I know my obsession with HOW was tough. I know that my focus on the ring above anything else was a red flag. But to be fair… to be fair… to be faaaaaiiiirrrr…. You knew what you were signing up for when we started dating. It’s not like my career was a secret. It’s not like my job was something unknown. I’m the fucking Hardcore Artist. HOW Hall of Famer. I am fucking Scottywood of High Octane Wrestling!
I thought you knew… I thought you understood. I thought that despite all my faults, you would be the one I could be happy with.
FUCK YOU FUCKING WRONG!
The truth is you can never know anyone.
YOu can never know what they are thinking no matter what you think. No matter how long you have known them. No matter how many “in depth” conversations you have had with them. People only show you what they want. They are born to hide their secrets. Why do you think so many of us are brilliant at lying?
Relationships are fucked. Anyone who tries to establish one is fucked up beyond anything I could ever imagine.
So what does that say that I want the LSD Title back? That I want to be with her, despite her rejecting me on five other occasions?
What is different here Alice? Why am I chasing her… and not you? Why do I want her back? Why could I care less about you? Why is it that a title belt in HOW is more intriguing… more interesting… more attractive than a real woman?
I’m sure Freud could spend hours… days… months trying to psychoanalyze me… but fuck him…
FUCK FRUED! Ya… I said those words. Who wants to fight me on that? Because whoever would… I could fucking care less about these days.
Yep… that is a jab no one but me will understand and I could really care less.
Because this match is not about you Lee…. it’s not about anyone else in HOW. Fuck Hughie. Fuck Jiles. Fuck all the H.A.T.E. guards you bribed with their paychecks. Fuck you Lee. This is all about me and my sanity. It’s about me and my soul mate. The LSD Title. If you haven’t understood by now, we are meant to be. Fate, destiny, the fucking stars and cosmos. I don’t give a shit what you believe in… other than the fact that me and the LSD Title are meant to be together after Rumble at the Rock.
Don’t you worry. Alice is long since gone and the Queen of Hearts took her pussy and ran away from HOW a long time ago. I know you had that brief fling with Tara… even after I told you… after I fought her off from you. It was your college phase, I understand. But now… in Alcatrazland, things are different.
I don’t need you anymore Alice. I have her to give me guidance.. To show me the light. I am going to defeat the shit stain upon HOW that is Hughie Freeman. The used and abused reject of this world to regain the love of my life. Who belongs with me… and no one else.
You want to argue that?
You seriously want to argue the fact that the LSD Title belongs with anyone else by me… The Hardcore Artist… Scottywood? Please, I’ll sit her and try and listen to that debate without fucking laughing three seconds in.
That LSD Title belongs to me… it is my history, my history… my legacy. For it to stay in the hands of Hughie Freeman for one day longer than Rumble at the Rock is a travesty that HOW will never fucking recover from.
Put me at all the disadvantages you want Lee. Solitary Confinement. Sure. Just piss me off that much more before the bell rings. Sometimes I almost think you want me to win. Want me to be the LSD Champion so you can stop promoting shits like Jiles and Freeman as champions in HOW. I know how embarrassing it is to call that pikey fuck a champion in HOW. He has zero… fucking zero marketing points to the advertisers. He’s fucking worthless to you. While me… while The Hardcore Artist is worth millions to HOW. The name recognition of someone like me. A Hall of Famer. A soon to be six… six… six time LSD champion. Fuck.. I know you can just smell the money printing now Lee.
This Scotty… this might be part of it.
You’re too fucking confident. You’re too smug. You think you are owed everything and no matter what happens you think you are going to win. That you don’t have to put the work in. That it should just be handed to you because you are as you say way too fucking much… The Hardcore Artist… the Hall of Famer.
Oh wait… did you already say that in this promo?
It’s the same old stuff… over and over for the past twelve year and frankly… Frankie… frankly… Everyone in HOW is sick and tired of it. HOW many times can we hear the same old recycle shit from you? When is anything going to be new? Fresh? Something that won’t just put us to sleep like a boring YouTube video from some fuck who thinks they know fuck all about wrestling.
You are supposed to be the pioneer of this industry. The man that pushes the fucking boundaries and gets everyone else thinking… shit.. Why didn’t I come up with that?
Rumble at the Rock is a pivotal moment in your career. You either defeat Hughie Freeman for the LSD Title and cement the fact that you have been planning all of this over the past four months… or you fall into one more pile of shit. A pile of shit that not even you can climb out of. Which for someone with a dragon shirt and a hole in his fucking head… is one GIANT pile of FUCKING shit.
STOP TAKING OVER MY MIND!
I know what is at fucking stake her. You think that hasn’t been occupying my mind each and every day since I formed HATE?
This is it. This is the final fucking stand for Scottywood. Rumble at the Rock 10. Ten events since I defended this belt against Ken Davidson in a crucifixion match and nailed his Godly ass to that cross. I’m not gonna lie. I’m not gonna sugar coat it. Lose? I’m done. I don’t think I have it in me anymore to chase her. If she rejects me at Alcatraz. If she says no at Rumble at the Rock… why try anymore. I have given this everything I have. I have planned for months to get her back. If this isn’t enough… if she thinks that Hughie is the better man than me… well than that is it.
What is there left to fight for?
It’s been a long fucking road to get her. I never expected half the shit that happened along the way, despite trying to plan for it all. The world is a fucked up place and I seriously can’t fucking take it anymore without her. Kelly and Alice were wrong for me… but the LSD Title… despite everything we have been through is the one that I am meant to spend the rest of my life with.
You’re not going to keep her after this Hughie… nothing you can do will prevent me from getting her back. I know you will throw every fucking thing you have at me… but know it will not be enough. NOTHING. NOT ONE SINGLE FUCKING THING. Will keep me from her.
Some things are just etched into the sand of time. Some things are greater than any force in the universe. To keep me from her Hughie… will literally rip the fabric of space and time apart and send this universe into a fucking shit storm that will destroy us all. The universe will not allow that. I will not allow that. We will be together once more and Lee Best as my Silent Witness… I will be the LSD Champion come the end of Rumble at the Rock Ten.
HATE That She Left.
LOVE That She Returned Home.