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October 4th, 2021.
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Thirty Seconds Later…
“Hey, mon!”
Jack Marley comes running around the corner of The Miracle Enterprise Apartment with a package in his hands. It had been two weeks since Steve Harrison had his knee surgery and since then he has spent most of his time on his porch staring blankly at the foliage on the trees and the whiskey in his left hand. He looks up slowly as Jack Marley slides the door to porch and pokes his one long dredd-locked head outside.
“Hmmm?” a drop of water drips off the glass of whiskey and lands on the hard wood porch as he looks at Marley.
“A package,” the small box is shown to Harrison from Jacks right hand with an excited look on his face like a dog when someone pushes the doorbell.
Harrison shrugs and turns away. He takes a sip of his whiskey and leans back in his patio chair. “Is that money?”
Jack looks down at the small box in his hand and then looks up, “I doubt it, mon… but there isn’t even a return address.”
The Miracle Man sighs and turns enough to grab the small box from Jacks hands. He looks down on it and a frown comes to his face. “How did you know there was a delivery?”
“Someone knocked !”
Steve puts the box down on his lap and stares at it. “I know this handwriting.” Harrison takes another small sip of his whiskey and then places it down on the patio table in front of him. His right leg is propped on the table as well with a brace on to protect the recently cut open knee. “You didn’t see anyone?”
Jack shakes his head, “nah, mon… I opened the door and there was just this box.”
A red and brown leaf falls from a tree in front of him and slowly floats to the ground below Harrison. Steve watches it and then takes a deep breath, “I don’t know if I should open this.”
Jack steps onto the porch and tries catching a leaf with a dumb look on his face as usual. “I saw a stain on the bottom of it.”
Harrisons ears perk up at that mention. He grabs it and then turns it upside down to see one of the corners with what looks like blood. “This looks like blood you moron,” he points to the corner, “this is something you should tell me about right away.”
“It could be jam, my man and I could go for some biscuits and jam, you know what I mean?”
The Miracle Man rubs his eyes as he attempts to forget the nonsense he just heard. He looks back down at the box, “I should really remember how I know this handwriting though.”
Jack finally catches a leaf and shows it proudly to Steve who just looks away. Undeterred Jack continues, “I gots the skills, mon. Anyway, bro… just open it up maybe it will help motivate you to go to physical therapy.”
Since the surgery Steve Harrison had just spent his time drinking and being depressed. He watched Refueled but noticed nobody seemed to miss him and the recovery phone calls from his supposed friends never came. He would drink more and more to the point that he would miss his PT every day making his recovery longer than expected. He doubted this box would help him at all, but he finally decided he really didn’t have anything else to lose.
He grabbed some keys and slid them across the tape at the top of the box.
He pulled one side up.
He pulled the other side up.
With the box opened he looked down and his eyes get big in shock. He reaches his hand down and pulls up a piece of paper that has little marks of blood or jam in different parts of it. He undoes the fold in the paper and starts reading it with his eyes. His hand starts twitching, his eyes blink repeatedly, and sweat starts to collect on his forehead.
Jack seeing something is wrong tries to get Steve’s attention, “hey, is everything ok?”
Harrison grabs the box and tips it upside down and a finger with a ring on it falls to the patio table, blood still not dried from when it was detached. It bounces and Steve takes his eyes away from it and again looks at the paper, his fingers gripping the corners so hard that the paper starts to fade.
Jack takes a leap back, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!”
Harrison puts the paper on his lap and then looks at the finger, “it is a gift.”
“A GIFT!” Jack yells as he looks left to right paranoid of who might be watching or listening to this discussion.
“A gift…from Rebecca,” Steve replies slowly looking like a ghost with his face losing all its color.
Jack shakes his head confused at what that means, “what are you talking about, mon?”
Harrison leans back in his chair and stares at the sky, “it means we lost…if we were even in it to begin with.”
The paper is blown by a small gust of wind, and it falls on the patio with the writing looking to sun.
“Don’t come looking for me, it is over.”
Jack picks the letter up and attempts to read it, but Harrison grabs it from his hand and stuffs it in his pocket. “Don’t say anything.”
Jacks hand still sticks out as he watches the letter leave his grasp. He looks up to Harrison, “I thought we never gave up?”
The man who used to believe he could create Miracles slumps back in his chair. He grabs his glass of whiskey and finishes it one big sip. He places it carefully back on the table for once and sighs. “Jack, there is nothing for me anymore.”
“What about wrestling?”
Steve chuckles softly, “wrestling? What’s the point, Jack? I was going to use my fame to create a Miracle Enterprise conglomerate that could take my father down and instead I was injured by a friend in a wrestling match and then tossed aside like trash. I lost Rebecca, we lost William, and here I am with nothing but the desire to drink this whole bottle of whiskey and see if I can fly.”
Jack shakes his head looking sad, “don’t joke about that, mon….DONT JOKE ABOUT THAT!”
Harrison groans and grabs the bottle of whiskey and tips it back and then responds, “Bah, I am too much of a coward for that anyway.”
Jack sighs and then turns his back to walk back inside, “don’t worry, mon. I will help you stand back up.”
The Sad Steve waves him away, “yea…yea.”
Fade.
—
Desires
I was gone longer than expected and, in that time, I lost everything.
I lost The Best Alliance.
I lost my money.
I lost my confidence.
I lost my best and only true friend— for good.
I had a thought though and used what money I had left to create the Miracle Medicine. It is what is left of Miracle Enterprise as sad as that is to admit. It is through tireless work and experiments that the Miracle Medicine has now helped energize me to fight. It wills me to accept the struggle in the here and now and succeed. Losing to STRONK was not in the plans but then again in HOW anybody’s best laid plans are just thought bubbles for MOB and The Board to pop like the joy thief’s they are.
I was not in a good place after that loss. It isn’t about the HOTV Title either…no this is about War Games. I have a new group I run with and not being able to fight next to Steve Solex and Clay Byrd at War Games had me back in the same place I was after my knee surgery. I despise not holding my own and I am certain Joe Bergman feels the same after being screwed by The Board in his match against Commie Chris. I sat by myself after that loss and just stared at the wall in disbelief. I played a masterful game of wrestling chess, but I still could not keep that beefy bastard down and Mike Best got one over on us once again.
I kept telling myself it was because The Doc wouldn’t let me use the Medicine. He said it was too dangerous so close after being in the hospital. It was just blood loss from that battle I had stated but anybody can state their own facts with scientific back up and The Doc would not accept my reality as a fact he could stand behind.
We are all our own scientist when we wish for something to back up our beliefs or opinions.
Doesn’t mean it is right…but hey…I don’t want to lose, and I don’t want to be wrong.
But the LSD Title brings me more funds and thus Miracle Enterprise can start churning out the products all the Highwaymen fans desire. You can all look forward to us showing we aren’t going anywhere as our merch floods the arenas that HOW visit.
Yes…the LSD Title.
It is what I desired for a long time. The reasons I wanted it before went from purely selfish to purely for respect, to now where we are today…where I NEED it to prove my existence to myself. It is not about how the wrestlers feel about me, this is about proving to myself that I have finally found the courage to take a step out of the quicksand I have been stuck in for the past eight months.
I gave up.
I didn’t really see the point of coming back to HOW.
I was just lounging around feeling sorry for myself.
I was a coward.
I let things stay the way they were and slunk deeper into a hole to myself.
I was a pitiful piece of shit that forgot all about the glory I had wanted to attain inside the wrestling ring.
But look at me now, a proud member of The Highwaymen and the HOW LSD Champion. That was nothing but a drug hallucination just six months ago and now here I am proving that I belong on the top of the card and that I can react accordingly to any problem put in front of me.
This title means more than just winning a wrestling match to me. This is an accumulation of all the work and research I have put in to make my comeback a success. This means more to me then a prop this is something I cherish with what is left of my soul. I will make it mine like Sektor did and do so with all my heart.
If I must fight through a murderer, then so be it. I will do whatever it takes for The Highwaymen to succeed over The Board.
I am not a coward anymore.
I desire what I lost.
I have stood back up and wrestling has given me the courage to snag the only thing I realized I loved and get it back!
“Is it time to shed our weapons yet my friend
Is love we’ve drawn away in our groundless low
Can we step out of the wreckage yet my friend
Running all against their hungry sight
Hanging on
They’ve taken all
But we won’t lay that down” ‘Hungersite,” by Goose
—
Jeffrey James Roberts.
The wrestler of the year of 2021.
A man who has only loss one singles match.
A man who held the HOTV title for one hundred and seventy days with seven successful title defenses.
A man who currently holds one of the Tag Titles.
I would be a fool to take this man for granted. I have been in the ring with him during the Tag Team Tournament and I know what type of maniac he is. That doesn’t mean I am afraid of him because I am not someone he can pursue for his own sick pleasure. I will be right in front of him and whatever advantage he believes he has because of his past will disappear into the air. I am not going to be threatened because you once enjoyed freedom as a serial killer.
I will be honest this whole premise is absurd.
The Best Family can keep freeing you from jail for a wrestling match but at the end of the day you are still an animal that will always go back to his cage. You need someone to prove to you that this isn’t going to be easy for you anymore. I do not back down from a challenge, and I will take glee in dropping you on your head because you don’t deserve to be a free at any point. You should be rotting in that jail cell, scratching the cell hoping to see the sun one more time.
But this is HOW and OF COURSE a man who still takes sexual pleasure in his past kills get to wrestle instead of being locked away and forgotten like he should be. You should be a footnote in the serial killer Wikipedia page where only people bored at work might learn about you ghastly deeds.
So… yea—I am going to hurt you.
I am going to give the victim’s families a smile when I leave you bloody and beaten and begging for forgiveness. It will be a lie, all psychopaths show no empathy in their hearts, so I won’t feel bad with what I do to you, Jeff.
You can cosplay as Hannibal Lector all you want but at the end of the day pretending to be a smart killer still hits as hard as a Darin Zion challenge. You cannot be too smart because we all know where you sleep. You cannot be too smart if you decided to be tag team partners with Arthur Pleasant. You cannot be too smart if you know you are being used but still go along with the ride looking for your Clarice Starling. She isn’t out there Jeff because you really aren’t that interesting. You are a well-read fraud who wishes to be more then he is. Your understanding can never advance beyond what it means for you. You are a selfish man who has never felt bad about what you have done.
That leads me to believe you are the true coward.
You cannot look in the eyes of those you hurt.
You cannot admit that nobody will ever think of you as more then just a copycat killer. Not even respect for how you went about your kills is possible for a sad broken man like you.
You are just a hired gun and there will be no fava beans for you after I am done knocking your teeth out of that ugly mouth of yours.
Lee Best snaps his fingers.
MOB snaps his fingers.
Mike Best snaps his finger.
JJR comes running on all fours like a dog hoping for his next treat. Your tongue wagging and drool dropping from your mouth looking anything but terrifying. How does it feel to know you are nothing but a tool to the Best Family?
I suppose being able to be as violent as you can is all you care about. To me you are just another pest I need to get rid of on the way to taking down The Board. You are not a boogieman you are just another obstacle that Mike Best will take advantage of so he can stay as the fascist CEO he is. You should know all about how these types of reigns end after all the reading you have been doing.
Heh.
Who am I kidding?
You wouldn’t understand the complexities of a revolution running over a dictator and his cronies because you will always be a goddamn crony helping support the status quo. I suppose you don’t have a say in what you are ordered to do but then again nobody believes you would care either way. It is all about your desires and yours are not moral in a lawful society.
I have come to a point in my life where I can fully understand and embrace my own hypocrisies because I am human. People will never accept that I have changed and that is something we would have in common if you ever voiced any remorse. It doesn’t matter though because I am not here to get another’s acceptance. I am here to prove that the Suplex Saint has not peaked and that I will continue to climb up any mountain put in front of me, have them be a killer or the man signing the checks.
The LSD Title means more to me then you getting to pal around with Mike Best on Sunday. I will not let you tarnish this belt just like I didn’t let Arthur spread his try-hard disease over it any longer then possible.
I hope your introspection was worth putting me to sleep because on Sunday the only one that will be sleeping is you after I hit IT’S A HARRACLE and you slump on your neck and hope that you will be able to feel your legs the next morning.
I don’t care.
I hope you can’t.
Steve Harrison is the LSD Champion that will take HOW to a new high.
Out with The Board.
Everyone will rejoice when JJR is tossed back in his cell, bloody and defeated.
I hope you enjoy Rat Sushi because there will be no perks for you when I am done.
It will be a reckoning and death will feel like a release when I am done battering you.
—
Charlotte, North Carolina
May 3rd, 2022
The Embassy Suites was definitely the nicest Hotel that Steve Harrison has stayed in since he had come back to HOW. The extra money for winning the LSD title was very helpful in giving Steve something he hadn’t had in a long time: a nice bed. The LSD Miracle Man was doing push ups next to his bed. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt and his usual compression knee sleeve in his right knee. The only thing looking out of place was the EKG cups and cords from his chest running across the floor to a chair where The Doc sat. Steve leans against his bed done with his push ups and wipes his Beautiful Bald head with a hotel towel he had sitting on top of the bed. He let out a deep breath and put the towel around his shoulders.
“How…are…the results,” Harrison puffed slowly out of his mouth obviously a tad out of breath from his workout.
The Doc stares at the EKG machine and then up to Harrison, “how do you feel?”
Harrison flexes his biceps, “like a bald god!”
Doc rolls his eyes, “I don’t see anything too concerning right now but remember that could just be because we haven’t used the medicine in a few weeks.”
The Suplex Savant shrugs, “I think I am just impervious to death.”
“Right.”
Steve nods, “I am happy you agree.”
The Doc puts the machine down and shakes his head towards Steve a look of concern on his weathered face. “No, Steve. I am saying that doing one hundred pushups is not extreme enough to show me something concerning.”
Harrison pats his face with the towel and shrugs, “I think I am good to go, so what do you say?” Doc puts his hands in his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. Harrison looks back at him confused and continues talking, “you have the medicine in pill form?”
“If you are in any pain after your workout, take two of these.”
“Huh?”
“It is baby aspirin, Steve, at your age it is still good for your heart,” The Doc responds without a shred of humor.
The Man Miracles are created from scoffs loudly, “what the fuck are you yapping about?”
“You will also need this,” Doc hands Harrison another pill bottle. “Since you are facing a killer who lives in Jail you might need this.”
Harrison grabs the bottle and raises his eyebrow, “is this something that will give me an edge?”
He shakes his head, “No, this is so he doesn’t give you an infection since I am assuming he is extremely dirty and littered with bacteria. It is amoxicillin.”
Steve Harrison tosses both bottles on his bed and stands up. He looks at The Doc with a scowl on his face, “are you playing games with me, Doc? I am defending my title against someone who doesn’t care about anyone and here you are making doctor jokes?”
“Not at all. You cannot keep taking the medicine until we understand what happened a few weeks ago. You know you did not pass out because of the match. You passed out because of complications from the medicine, and it was very close to a heart attack.”
Steve waves the comment off, “it is fine. This coming weekend I need all the vigor I can get. When I faced STRONK I didn’t have the extra strength and relied on my smarts, but it wasn’t enough. This Sunday I need to just rely on unfettered animal violence and the Medicine is what I need to accomplish that.”
“I don’t think that is wise…”
“Get the dosage correct and make sure to witness me hunt the hunter and leave with MY LSD Title still in my grasp.”
Harrison turns his back to The Doc. Doc sighs and walks out of the hotel room muttering to himself. Steve hears the door shut and he sits on his bed. “I will do whatever it takes to get what I desire, and the LSD Title is just step one.”
Fade.