Hotdogs and Handjobs

Hotdogs and Handjobs

Posted on December 8, 2023 at 8:56 am by John Sektor

Chaos 52

 

Sektor leaned casually against a free corner in the ring, smirking as he watched Michael closely. He’d done his job, he’d made sure Mike was left in this position after the match. Mike was clearly annoyed as the EPU stood shoulder to shoulder in formation, not allowing anyone out of the ring. Then out of the corner of his eye Mike saw one of the EPU agents taking off his helmet.

NIGEL????

The former HOW Referee just stared straight forward as the agents around him started to take off their helmets as well.

The camera focused in on Mike as he spins around as he begins to identify all the men and women….

Adonis Smyth

Professor Keller

David Black

Shane Reynolds

Scottywood

A man that LOVES Yellow Dye #5

Crane

As Mike glared at the past Sektor rolled out of the ring. He was grinning ear to ear as he waltzed around the ring, still clad in his black and gold referee attire. Eventually he cruised by the group of men who were taunting Mike, offering him a wink as he passed by, just to remind him that he was also one of the men who had beaten him for a World title. 

Sektor’s moment of enjoyment was short lived, however, as he noticed his fellow Alliance members Dan Ryan and Jatt Starr still going at it in their respective corner. Sektor merely let out a sigh and shook his head, realising that the Final Alliance was falling apart at the seams.

 

He gently grabbed hold of one of the legitimate EPU agents and leant into his ear. 

“Listen, amigo. It is clear that I cannot rely on the Alliance any more,” he began, with a deflated sag of the shoulders. “Next week is the go home show in Salt Lake city. I need you guys to have that arena locked down, you got it? I can’t have those SVO hacks showing up and getting to me before Iconic.”

“10-4!” the agent affirmed. 

Sektor gave him a pat on the shoulder and proceeded round to the commentators table. He sighed as he leaned against Joe and Benny’s desk, picking up his glass of bourbon that Benny had poured for him at the beginning of the match. Joe was already packing away his laptop and getting ready to take his leave. Benny likely couldn’t feel his legs. 

Sektor took a big swig of the sour mash as he watched Jatt bat his hand at Dan before exiting the ring. Everyone was leaving with the EPU escorting them safely away from the ring.

As he watched the chaos slowly subside, Sektor couldn’t help but feel conflicted. He had always prided himself on being a master manipulator, but now, even he couldn’t predict what was going to happen next. The Final Alliance was crumbling, and with it, his chances of defeating the SVO atIconic.

He finished his drink and set the glass down on the table, lost in thought. Suddenly, a voice interrupted his reverie.

“Hey, Sektor. You okay?” It was Benny, his voice slurred from all the alcohol he had consumed.

Sektor looked up and gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Benny raised his eyebrows. “About what?”

Sektor hesitated for a moment before answering. “The Alliance. It’s falling apart.”

Benny nodded, taking a swig from the bottle he had snuck under the table.

“Yeah, it’s a real shame. But hey,no one person is bigger than the Alliance, Sektor. There will always be others. You just keep doing what you’re doing!”

Sektor couldn’t help but feel slightly comforted by Benny’s words. He knew that he had to keep his focus on defeating the SVO at Iconic, regardless of whether or not the Alliance fell apart completely. He stood up from the commentator’s table, grabbing his HOTv championship and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Thanks, Benny. I appreciate it. I think I’m gonna head out now.”

Benny nodded and stumbled to his feet, giving Sektor a sloppy salute. “You got it, boss. Good luck at Iconic.”

Sektor made his way to the back, his mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming pay-per-view. He had to come up with a plan to defeat the SVO, and fast.

Running the gauntlet against a series of unknown competitors was an added layer to the challenge he had set himself. It was clear from their words on the show that they were more than hyped up to take the opportunity to beat him. Now he had the added pressure of representing HOW against a rival company, as well as defending his championship.

As he walked down the corridor, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that he was being watched, and he didn’t know who he could trust anymore.

He quickly ran into his locker room and leaned against his locker, breathing heavily as anxiety hammered in his chest. He couldn’t help but feel that this was all Mike and Lee’s fault. The Alliance was crumbling because Lee was so preoccupied with his own Son that he wasn’t seeing what was happening.

Sektor took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind. He knew that blaming others wouldn’t solve anything. He needed to focus on the task at hand and come up with a plan. 

“Generation: Joint, huh?” he laughed. “Bunch of fucking pussies.”

Salt Lake City

Sektor exhaled, watching his breath swirl and dissipate in the frigid air like wisps of smoke. The temperature was a staggering 28 degrees, and the cars in the parking lot of the bingo hall were already starting to freeze over. The Gold Standard had bundled up in a thick beanie hat, fingerless gloves, and a padded coat with the hood pulled tightly over his head. Despite his efforts to keep warm, he still shivered uncontrollably, unused to the cold climate.

He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, but his numb fingers struggled to grasp it. After several attempts, he finally managed to dial the number he was looking for and pressed ‘call’, holding the device up to his layered-up ear. He could feel the chill seeping through even his thickest layers. As the phone rang on the other end, time seemed to slow down until it finally went to voicemail. Sektor closed his eyes in disappointment and frustration at not being able to reach the person he needed to speak to.

Steve, it’s John. Listen man, I don’t know where your head is at but I sure as hell could do with knowing before we enter the ring next week. The Alliance is all over the place and I need to know that you and I are on the same page. Just give me a call when you can. K, thanks, bye!”

He disconnected the call and gritted his teeth.

Shit!”

Sektor knew that Steve was a loose cannon – prone to acting on impulse and disregarding the plans they had made. It was a risky move to trust him when facing off against JPD and Hollywood, two men who would love the chance to shit on the Final Alliance. Add to that the fact that there was a very real possibility that Generation: Joint could show up and give him another good kicking before the gauntlet at Iconic. They had as good as threatened to do so, but Sektor didn’t have much of a choice. He needed all the help they he get. He had to find a way to get through to Steve before things went south.

He suddenly remembered what he was there for and quickly checked his watch.

“Fuck!”

With a determined stride, he pushed through the heavy doors and into the dimly lit bingo hall. The faint smell of stale popcorn and sweat wafted through the air. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia as he saw the small crowd of around 30 people huddled around a makeshift wrestling ring, their cheap fold up chairs creaking under their weight.

As his eyes scanned the ring, he spotted a flash of fiery red hair and a familiar figure standing tall in the center. It was his young protégé, Eve. Relief washed over him as he realized he hadn’t missed any of her debut match.

But as he made his way closer to the ring, he couldn’t ignore the deathly silence that hung in the air. This was no raucous wrestling event with cheering fans and loud music. It took him back to his own humble beginnings, performing in small venues for a meager paycheck or sometimes nothing at all. But everyone has to start somewhere, and Eve would be no exception.

He positioned himself at the back of the hall, staying hidden in the shadows. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized by the enthusiastic fans at ringside and be mobbed for autographs.

As Sektor watched from the shadows, Eve’s opponent made her way to the ring. She was an imposing figure, standing at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a fierce glare that could intimidate even the most seasoned wrestler. Sektor could feel the tension building in the room as the two women faced off in the center of the ring.

Eve made the first move, lunging forward and grabbing her opponent’s arm, twisting it behind her back in a fluid motion. The crowd erupted in cheers, impressed by the young wrestler’s skill and agility. Sektor watched with a critical eye, analyzing every move and anticipating his protégé’s next move.

But as the match progressed, Sektor began to notice something off about Eve’s performance. She seemed hesitant, unsure of herself and her abilities. He knew that she had been training for this moment for months, but it was clear that the pressure of her debut match was getting to her.

Everything instinct in his body was telling him to get to the side of the ring. One look at his face for encouragement might be all that she needed. He couldn’t. It wasn’t about the fans, it was about letting her figure it out for herself. There was a lesson to be learned tonight and he refused to interfere.

As the match continued, Eve’s opponent gained the upper hand, slamming her down onto the mat with a thunderous crash. The crowd fell silent, watching with bated breath as Eve struggled to get back on her feet.

Sektor watched with a heavy heart as Eve stumbled, clearly in pain, but refusing to give up. He knew that this was a defining moment for her, a test of her strength and resilience as a wrestler.

“Come on, Eve,” he whispered under his breath, willing her to find the strength to keep going.

As the match progressed, it became increasingly clear that Eve was no match for her opponent. The tall woman had a strength and experience that Eve simply couldn’t match. Sektor watched as his protégé was thrown around the ring like a rag doll, her body slamming into the mat with a sickening thud.

The crowd fell silent, the cheers and applause replaced with murmurs of concern. Sektor could feel his own heart pounding in his chest as he watched Eve struggle to get back to her feet. She was hurt, badly hurt, but she refused to give up.

With a loud roar, she charged forward, launching herself at her opponent in a last ditch effort to win the match. But it was all for naught. The tall woman caught her mid-air and slammed her back down to the mat, pinning her for the three-count.

The crowd erupted in applause as Eve’s opponent was declared the winner, but Sektor could only feel a sense of disappointment. He knew her opponent was a complete mis-match. The promoter had made it very clear that Eve’s role was to pad the stats of one of his rising stars. But secretly he hoped that she would cause an upset.

Sektor anxiously watched as she slowly stirred on the ground, her body contorted in pain. He held his breath until he saw her start to move, relieved that she was not badly hurt. She rolled herself out of the ring, defeated and holding her head in disappointment. With a heavy sigh, Sektor quickly made his way around the building and into the back entrance. His heart ached for her and he knew she needed a pep talk to lift her spirits.

He struggled to understand why he was feeling so much empathy for her. He expected himself to rip her a new asshole for not only losing but for putting in such a shitty performance. Perhaps he had put himself in her shoes when he was her age and trying to get a foothold in this crazy business? Or perhaps she just reminded him of his own daughter.

As he entered the dressing room, he found Eve slumped over on a bench, her red hair covering her face. He approached her with a gentle hand on her back, causing her to jump in surprise.

“Eve, it’s me,” he said softly, crouching down to her level. “You did great out there.”

She lifted her head, revealing a bruise forming on her cheek and a defeated expression.

“I lost,” she muttered.

Sektor shook his head. “No, you didn’t lose. You had a tough opponent, but you fought like hell. You showed everyone what you’re made of.”

Eve looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

“It wasn’t enough. I let you down.”

Sektor placed a hand on her shoulder.

“No, you didn’t. You gave it your all, and that’s all anyone can ask for. But you need to learn from this. Use it as motivation to come back stronger next

time. Use it to fuel your training, to push yourself harder than ever before. You have what it takes to be a great wrestler, Eve. You just need to believe in yourself.”

Eve looked at him with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Do you really think so?”

Sektor nodded. “I know so. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help you succeed. But you have to want it for yourself. You have to be willing to put in the work, to take the hits and keep getting back up. That’s what it takes to make it in this business.”

Eve sat up straighter, a newfound determination in her gaze.

“I want it. I want it more than anything.”

Sektor smiled.

“Then let’s get to work. We have a lot of training to do before your next match.”

A sudden, sharp knock reverberated through the room, startling both Eve and her companion. With wary eyes, they turned to face the door as it creaked open at Eve’s invitation.

In walked Harold, the promoter of the small wrestling promotion, with a genial smile on his plump face. Stubby and rotund, he was almost comical in appearance, with a halo of frizzy grey hair encircling a shiny bald head like a crown.

“Great job tonight, sweetheart,” he said politely, marching straight up to Eve with an outstretched hand. “She’s a tough gal to go up against for your first bout so good on ya for giving it a go.”

Eve shook his hand and forced a smile.

Thanks-“

Harold then turned to Sektor with a star struck look on his face, snatching hold of Sektor’s hand and shaking it aggressively.

“Mr. Sektor, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve been following your career for years,” he gushed.

Sektor forced a smile but struggled to hide how physically revolting he found this man to be.

“You’ve got yourself a real talent here. I can see it in her eyes, that fire, that passion. She’s got what it takes to be a star.”

Sektor nodded politely, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease around Harold. The promoter was known for his shady tactics and backroom deals.

“Anyways I just came by to say thank you and to say that if you guys are ever in town again then I’d be more than happy to book you again,” he offered, smiling at Eve as though he wanted to do more than book her.

“That’d be great!” Eve replied gratefully.

“Wonderful. Well, I gotta run, you guys have a good night. And good luck at Iconic sir,” he said to Sektor.

“Wait!” Eve called, causing both Sektor and Harold to frown with confusion. “What about my money?”

Harold raised an eyebrow and looked at Sektor to see if she was being serious.

Money?” he laughed, looking at Sektor who was pinching the bridge of his nose and looking at the ground. “What money?”

“My payment for competing? Don’t I get paid?”

Harold looked at Sektor awkwardly and then to Eve.

“Listen, darlin. This was your first match, and you didn’t even win. Your payment is the opportunity I just gave you. Be fucking grateful, Huh?”

Sektor shot him a look of ire, letting him know that he wasn’t happy with him speaking to his apprentice like that.

“Look, tell you what. Go to the concessions guy and tell him Harry said you could have a hot-dog on the house.”

Harry laughed and left the room whilst Eve gawked at her mentor in horror.

“Am I really not getting paid?”

“Hot dogs and handshakes, kid. That’s what you get when you start at the bottom,” Sektor nonchalantly explained.

Eve looked utterly deflated. She’d just taken an ass kicking and wasn’t even being fairly compensated for it.

“It could be worse,” Sektor continued. “Guy like that? If I wasn’t here he would probably be offering a hot dog and a hand job.”

Sektor’s joke didn’t digest well with Eve, who looked utterly horrified by the situation.

“But I’d never let that happen,” he reassured.

“What am I going to do? I don’t have two cents to rub together?”

“This is something you have to go through, Eve. You need to go through the hard times and understand the grind. This is where you find out how much you really want this and you never, ever forget these moments!”

She nodded her head as though she understood. It had been a long time since Sektor had experienced poverty. He started his life rich with rich parents and then plunged to the bottom when he pursued a wrestling career against the will of his father. Now he had enough wealth to be set for the rest of his life.

“Tonight was important, Eve. Harry will spread the work that you did well. Once word spreads that you’re a good worker you’ll get more bookings. Start winning and you’ll get better bookings and before long you’ll be getting 20-30 dollars a night.”

“20-30? Is that all?”

“Is more than you got tonight isn’t it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “There aint no fast tracks to the top Eve, you gotta get there one match at a time. It’s fucking tough and to get there you have to love it.”

“I do!”

“I know you do, so quit your belly aching and go get your free hot dog!”

Eve smiled, eventually breaking into a laugh.

Sektor looked at the window which was frosted up with ice and concerned look appeared in his eyes.

“You got a place to stay tonight?”

She shook her head. “I was banking on this gig to get a cheap motel.”

Sektor sighed and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his wallet. Eve noticed this and instantly raised her hands in objection.

“No, I can’t accept a hand out!”

“I’m not giving you it, it’s a loan,” he explained, handing her pile of notes which equated to $200. “You’ll pay me back when you start earning. But I can’t have you freezing to death whilst I’m warm and cosy in my penthouse suite.”

“Thank-you,” she smiled.

“Don’t mention it. Now you best hope whatever motel you find has a working shower because this place sure as hell doesn’t,” he laughed. “Anyway, I’m gonna go. Keep your chin up, yeah?”

She nodded as he left.

Sektor found himself reflecting on his own journey that night. He had gone from where Eve was now to the very top of the wrestling pyramid. He had fallen down and gotten back up more than once but now he was at a point where he could be standing right at the top once again.

With Mike pissing off his old man and the Alliance in tatters, he could smell an opportunity to reclaim his spot as the companies leading man and become World champion again.

Iconic could be defining moment. Defending the HOTV championship in multiple matches against multiple opponents in one night will prove beyond doubt that he is still capable extraordinary accomplishment. Beating the SVO and carrying the pride of HOW on his shoulders whilst the rest of the Final Alliance bicker like infants will only further increase his worth to Lee.

Surely, once he does that he will be at the front of the line for a World title shot?

Right?