“Put them in his food, if you need to.”
“He threw his overboard.”
“You seriously forgot I gave you the stronger pills to use if he was getting worse?”
“You also said you were not sure if he would wake up, plus what is getting worse?”
“I don’t care about that. I do not care if he misses some stupid wrestling match. I need him back in the States before all my work goes out the window. Is his hand shaking? Is he not sleeping? Is he hearing or seeing things? Is he acting different?”
“Uh…ok, I got this, but he isn’t that important, sir.”
“It is about the experiment. I need to prove it works and is fixable if someone begins remembering.”
“I understand but this won’t be easy.”
“You don’t have any options, make it happen.”
June 3rd, 2021
It feels like I have been stuck on this battleship for a lifetime. I always had the option to travel around Tokyo but in my current train of thought who can know what would have happened. I probably would have found myself in jail by beating up an invisible monster, my bloodshot eyes making it seem like I am on a lot of drugs making it easy for the police to arrest me. Instead I anchored myself to this goddamn ship and have had a hell of time focusing on snapping limbs as my mind snaps along with it.
Bamboo Lounge has been my go-to location when I want to eat or see a little sunshine in my life. I sat on a lounge chair in the corner just in case anyone else comes so I am not bothered. Jack Marley walked towards me with a plate of food and a serious look on his face. He placed the plate down in front of me and I stared at it as if I could not comprehend what it was. Everything looked different these days and that is because of being sleep deprived and I might see things from time to time, so I could not even make out the fruit from a piece of bacon.
“What is it?”
Jack shook his head and laughed at me thinking I was joking. “No, mon. It is just strawberries and blueberries.”
Jack put his finger up, “hey… I almost forgot, Jatt called and said that the invention worked to perfection. Something about Turner and Hooch and I don’t know, mon not even I can understand him. He sounded out of his mind something about Sek disrespecting their relationship.”
I rubbed my face and sighed, “so it wasn’t a dream. I cannot trust Igor or Laser, so I wasn’t sure if they were messing with me. I will accept any help but let’s not kid ourselves into thinking that idiot won’t drop one of them right on his own foot.” I picked up a strawberry and stared at it and then casually put it to the side.
I shook my head, “no, I just feel like blueberries today. Thank Igor for me for feeding me while on this trip. I know I haven’t always acted in a humble way towards him and way have injured his face. He is just trying his best, right?”
Jack looks around as if he is trying to find out who said that amazed at me giving a compliment to Igor. “Wait…what?”
I raised my eyebrow, “Do I have a seed in my teeth or something?”
“No, you actually sounded like that kid over twelve years ago who was training to be a wrestler.”
I laughed and tossed a blueberry in the air and caught in my mouth as it came back down. “You know that isn’t on purpose, Jack. I just believe that people should be properly rewarded for a job well done. If I still believed…” I paused as an odd thought entered my head. I shook my head trying to understand and continued, “do you remember the island I was for all that time?”
“No, mon. I was with the old boss during that time.”
I nodded, “it is like a fog to me now, like it was almost a long dream. How about that idiot brother of mine?”
Jack gulped, “um…well…”
“You don’t know what happened to him? I know he is in the hospital, but I cannot remember why or where or for how long anymore. Last thing I remember was…shit, ha-ha.” I stopped as I chuckled to myself, but it wasn’t because anything was funny it was because I could not understand anything I was saying or where I was going with my thought. I laughed because I was confused or maybe even scared, the awkward noise to make things seem ok to others. “I don’t even remember what he looks like.”
My left hand shook again, and I dropped some blueberries to the floor.
Jack walked towards and bent down, “let me help you.”
He stood back up with his hands up, “sorry…though well…”
I took a deep breath, “it is fine, Jack. I need you to answer my question that is a lot more important then some GODDAMN FRUIT FALLING TO THE GROUND,” I lost control of my voice as I gripped my left hand with my right hand and attempted to hold it still. I looked up to the sky and vented, “FUCK THIS SHIT, I AM GOING TO TOSS A SON OF BITCH OVERBOARD!”
Jack nodded seemingly understanding my plight, “Ok, mon, I understand. It is just that I have never met or seen your brother and when you were training all you talked about was your dog.”
My hand stopped shaking suddenly and I squinted at Jack not because I was confused but because I was thinking very hard on what he had just said. “What was the dog’s name?”
Jack laughed, “it is so ridiculous to me, you called him Suplexo. You loved wrestling more than anything back then so when I met up with you last year, I thought you were someone completely different. Sandy had warned me of course but I didn’t take her seriously.”
“Ok,” I tapped my temple confused about this information and the fact my hand had stopped shaking. “Anything else?”
“Well, I did some other research even though I had been told not to and,” Jack takes his phone out and starts pushing some buttons and then put the phone up to my face.
I stared at the phone and a headache started to come over me. What I saw was opposite of what I expected, a picture implanted on Jacks phone punched me in the brain and travelled down to my heart and I began breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
There was my mom.
There was me.
There was my dad behind us with a controlling hand on both of our shoulders.
And then nothing.
I started to shake and the only thing I could remember was that it really does go without saying.
I fell over and closed my eyes and was finally awake again.
…That I didn’t want to remember.
“Why do you want to be a wrestler?”
I opened my eyes to see that asshole who trained me looking down at me as I struggled to get up after he tossed me around like a rag doll once again. I figured this was a dream or maybe my mind was synapsing all at once the things that I forgotten.
I brushed myself off and looked at my trainer in the eyes and I can remember what I said. I wanted to inspire children to reach for their dreams. What an absurd response but looking at myself it was all real. An idealistic teenager who thought he could change the world for the better not whatever the fuck I am now. It didn’t take more then a few seconds for him to start laughing at me.
“This business will chew someone like you up and spit you out. There is no good or evil anymore, there is just a lot of gray.”
I shrugged because I believed that people could have bad tendencies but at least make the right decision when they had to. I told him that I believed the business needed someone that openly cared about what the fans thought or wished to become in their own lives. I thought wrestlers could help each other succeed even when competing against each other. A Union, you could say but not one like the Grapplers pretend to be.
“People are friends until one decides that the other is in their way for success. There will be a day you will question everything you believe in and that is when you will make a decision that could tarnish everything or make you stronger.”
I laid out Bobby Dean over ten years ago while in HOSTILITY, my only friend in the wrestling business when I began. I am sure he did not even remember who I was when I reappeared ten years later, but I remembered him because that was when I tarnished everything I believed in because I was sick of being treated like a nobody. It is too late to smack him on the back and let him know that wasn’t me because it is me…well a part of me now.
The part that went on to only be ME after I joined HOW.
The miserable piece of shit that I have become.
“Another head injury.”
“Yes, last one made him angry but this time we will make it stick.”
“What are you talking about? He needs to go to the hospital.”
My eyes fluttered open and then close. I could barely make out the conversation.
“He has disappointed me enough in life. It is time for him to prove his worth to me and the cause.”
“Bring him to this address and I can finally shape him into someone useful…even if I cannot rid him of wrestling.”
It all went dark for a moment in time. I was probably in and out of being conscious after being dropped on my head in my last match before I escaped to the island. Of course, that is all a lie to now isn’t it?
“Are you sure about this, sir? We haven’t had a lot of success yet and this is your son.”
“He will be here until it works.”
“We could put him in a medical induced coma and control everything that way. Then we can see the wonders of the brain in action and make sure there are no defects to the procedure.”
I blinked again, in front of me was a lot of large TVs, my arms strapped done on a gurney, an IV Stand to the left of me and to the right a medical table with instruments needed for whatever was about to occur. I tried to struggle against the strap to no avail. He looked at me and shook his head.
“You will be part of history, son.”
My father picked up a cranial drill in front of me and I started shaking in fear of my head being drilled open. It was to have me focus elsewhere I discovered as a prick was felt in my neck. I watched myself begin to fade into nothingness as my father nodded and spoke to the doctor, but I could not understand anything else and everything became foggy.
I shook my head as all I could see was darkness and then found myself opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling as I laid in my cot in my room on the USS Octane.
Everything was coming back but in pieces like a puzzle that I would have to put back together myself and I have no idea how long it was going to take. I stood up and walked over to the mirror in my cabin and stared at myself. I could not recognize myself or maybe I could not see that person and compare it correctly with all the memories that were thumping back into my head. My hand had stopped shaking but the headache I felt was going to be a constant I believed until I was complete? Normal? Whatever that is at this point. I turned my head in the mirror and the scars at the back I always thought were from wrestling were now something completely different to me.
What the hell happened to me?
Why the hell was it done in the first place?
Ten years lost for my dad’s ambitions.
Ten years of fake stories, fake Islands, and fake relationships just so he could perfect something that came apart in a year.
The brain is mysterious, maybe not mess with MINE again.
Who is the first person that is going to feel my anger at War Games?
War Games was right around the corner and here I was discovering myself and realizing I didn’t know a damn thing.
I am done searching for approval. I am going to get my hands dirty…no… BLOODY for my own ambition. That dream when I was kid is all I can grasp right now. I am going to be a World Champion whatever it takes. I will wash away the scars and guilt when I am able because I can no longer have doubt when I have lost too much already.
I cracked my knuckles.
I rubbed my temples.
I grinned in the mirror trying to psyche myself up.
I then frowned with a wave of sadness coming over me.
It isn’t over, is it?
What am I but a slave to my own past?
War Games is when I can start a new future for myself. The Best Alliance is who I am representing but instead of worrying about my teammates who let’s be honest I cannot trust I need to realize the competition is not just going to roll over me.
It would be ignorant of me to forget that Xander Azula knows how to use an advantage. When he beat me, it was the worse day I ever had in HOW until this goddamn trip to Tokyo that is. This is my chance to make amends to myself for that embarrassing night. He can get the Cult together wearing their Discordia masks and run amok in Tokyo looking like Kappa’s trying to terrorize the peaceful Japanese citizens but as soon as the mask comes off they will all just shrug and go along with their lives. It is because you have zero impact on anyone other then some running name joke.
Make a list.
The list is more over then your skills but hey, I just must prove I am right and not put myself behind an eight ball of edginess. No, not cocaine Sek, relax and apologize to Jatt so I don’t have to ignore him when he comes knocking on my door.
The pat on your back you give yourself because you beat me is coming to an end at War Games. I don’t need the fake acceptance from Eris to give me confidence. I need to just believe in myself and that who I am now is better then who I was before.
Sports commentators love the old ‘a good defense is the best office,’ adage. They don’t say a halfhearted piss poor defense helps though, Ray. Ray McAvay everyone the man who needs to openly quote me in his promo so someone will pay attention to it. Your defense sucks, your putt sucks, and MVW’s fans have less teeth then I have hair. I am happy you finally took your time away from being stuck in the past to join us in the present.
For someone who starts their ‘defense,’ with:
“Why thank you. Yes, I only focused on the people I feel are legitimate threats in the match- Clay Byrd, Sutler Reynolds-Kael, Cancer Jiles, plus I gave some props to Scottywood as well- all of who are on the Best Alliance team the last time I checked.”
Wow, I can do this too how astoundingly creative. So, back to you starting your ‘insult’ towards me like this and then spending half your promo dedicated to me. I mean I suppose I could just stop talking now because the rest of your boring proves you are a hypocrite and everything you say falls flat since you already said I am not important and just a salesman. Veteran making lazy decisions again just so he puff his chest out and claim to be better than me. Train all you want since I have obviously spent my whole two weeks talking about you.
Sorry, I spent less than five minutes thinking about your disrespect. FIVE MINUTES! Less time then you spent trying your hand at parody. The only burns I will leave you are mentally, you failing sketch comedy moron. I am not surprised a person as dull as you would have such crushing comments. That is called creep. I hope you train until Bergman’s breath makes you pass out. That is a Halitosis joke because even I did enough research to know they are one in the same person. I find it amusing that you have the arrogance to completely disregard the training I have done. Ok…maybe it was more ‘how to get away with murder,’ but I have still sweat, bled, and gone through more bullshit this week then you have ever had in your long career.
I am going to guess you will be retired before LT’s six months are up. Note…she will be joining you and you guys can complain about how getting old sucks.
This is called changing the focus.
Lindsay Troy, LT, The Queen, Mom, and the leader of the Grapplers, so many nicknames so little odds on winning. I even pronounced your name correctly. I have made a lot of mature improvements this week. I am sure someone laughed at that. I may have found some new respect for you calling your retirement in six months. I am not denying your talent. I am denying the notion you have any shot at becoming World Champion in the next six months.
This isn’t defiance, right?
Since I have been in HOW you have traveled from group to group. You seem to have this undying need to be approved and I thought I was pathetic in that regard. You put it in overdrive though which is sad because I could have sworn you won the LSD Title when you were finally free to your own devices. So, why do you think you need to surround yourself with others when you have proven you can do it by yourself?
I guess it is kind of like a plot maneuver for you. You have someone that HAS to listen to your problems and Kneesus Christ there are a lot of problems when it comes to you. I am certain it would take a long time for us to ever see eye to eye. That is fine because I wanted to beat you because it meant something. Of course, you haven’t exactly been tearing the sky apart recently so giving yourself an ultimatum is the last way you can motivate yourself to compete against not only The Best Alliance but the likes to Teddy Palmer and Conor Fuse. FUCK LEE BEST isn’t your only battle cry and that is why Teddy Palmer creates fake paranoia.
It isn’t fake though is it, Lindz?
He knows…better then all of us that you are not to be trusted. Heh.
You have made it clear that the Grapplers are just your crutch you will use to become victorious over whoever is the World Champion during the next shitty six months of your career. I will make sure to create something grand for you on your way out because you have earned it regardless on how we feel about each other.
After Saturday I hope to god you leave the woe is me in the cages because I don’t want to hear this victim shit anymore from a group of wrestlers who constantly spout how much greater they are then everyone else.
I won’t bow to you, LT, but we will all make sure you have an exit fit for a Queen…off with her head.
Teddy, hey TEDDY! I have been practicing tossing people around so I think I will be able to throw you a little further next time so you won’t have to worry about maybe hitting your head on a railing on the way to your new home. Home? Grave? We can all use nice cold water to wake us up from time to time. Maybe this was your wakeup call because you aren’t going to get simple victories anymore. Clay Byrd was only the first layer on that cake, you, and I both know that I am the icing. In a nonsexual way, please put the lube down you pervert.
It is unfortunate that at War Games you will be gone before I get the opportunity to toss you around with that greasy chest hair of yours. I will bring gloves and paper towels just in case, bud. We will have another meeting some day though, I will bring the Molson, you bring whatever shitty Canadian food you can cook and you can regale me with stories of snow and wishing you had been able to beat me.
We can all dream. Some of us while awake and with memories punching us in the face. At least one memory I know for sure is knocking you out in HOFC and tossing you into the Ocean. Both make me smile.
Speaking of smiles. Dan Ryan how long will it take for you to find yours again you prattling child? You cannot even accept respect from me without going on a short indecipherable rant. For a man of your experience and age you sure know how to throw the towel in like a spoiled child when things aren’t going your way. Eat a dick and choke on it while you are at. Conor giving you the Heimlich Maneuver while A, B, Start, Up, down on a game controller will give us all a good laugh.
It is what it is at this point. I will be able to sleep tonight without shaking but the dreams will be just as confusing. War Games is two days away and we have all said what we need to say I believe.
It is a new day and a new batch of Miracle’s are right around the corner.
I have changed but that doesn’t mean I can rest because from here things will only get worse before they get better.
Sunday though will be a great first step to being what I always wanted to be.
Victory for The Best Alliance is a forgone conclusion.
Steve Harrison: The Fire Awakened.
June 4th, 2021
The back of the USS Octane was completely empty except for one person looking out at the Ocean from the railing. It was Igor who is seen tapping his fingers on the railing looking at Tokyo impatiently, his other hand shading his eyes from the sun.
“Ah Igor, great to see you”
Igor turned to see Steve Harrison walking towards him. Steve had a smile on his face which automatically puts Igor off because Steve isn’t one to smile at him for any reason. Igor nods back to Steve, “Sir. Jack mentioned you wanted to thank me, which sounds like a joke.”
Harrison shakes his head with a small chuckle, “no, no what he told you was correct. I just wanted to thank you for the fruit from yesterday and all that you have done for me on this trip.”
“The strawberries were great, huh?” Igor responds.
Harrison nods slowly and puts his hand in his pocket. He takes it out, “I was more of a blueberry guy that day,” he tosses something in the air. At closer look it is a pill doing an arching shot in the air towards Igor like Steph Curry from the three-point line.
Igor’s eyes get big in surprise at watching the pill head towards him. “It is not…” he starts to stammer out of his mouth.
Before he can finish Harrison is on him. Steve grabs Igor by the waist and tosses him overboard. He looks down at Igor and yells at him, “IF YOU SURVIVE, LET HIM KNOW I AM COMING FOR HIM.”
Steve turns around, “thanks for making it easy to find a traitor, Igor,” he mutters quietly and begins walking away. He grabs his ear buds from his pocket and puts them and starts nodding his head as the scene fades slowly:
“There’s something in your heart
And it’s in your eyes
It’s the fire
Let it burn
You don’t say good luck
You say don’t give up
It’s the fire
Let it burn”
Song by The Roots and John Legend