After the detour to New York to pay Jatt Starr’s daughter a visit and to make a small donation towards medical fees. Jace headed to the airport and caught a flight back to Miami, Florida. It was nice to be home as in the last few weeks Jace has felt like he’s traveled all over the country. After spending the day relaxing and watching tape, Jace had found himself outside in the driveway on this warm Miami night. The challenger for the HOW LSD Championship belt was laid back on the hood of his car while looking up at the stars in the clear sky.
Everything was quiet, other than the sound of cars driving past along with the sounds of the waves hitting the beach close by. The front door of Jace’s home opened and out walked his baby sister and newest roommate Bailey. She took a deep breath but frowned a bit as she was still trying to adjust to the humidity of Florida even with the sun having already set. She glided down the stairs on the porch and walked over to the vehicle where her older brother was stretched out on top of at the moment.
“Mind some company?” Bailey asked as she leaned over on the hood of the vehicle.
Jace didn’t respond verbally but he did use his hand to gesture towards the open space beside him on the hood of the car. Bailey smiles then climbs up onto the hood with her brother before stretching out and getting comfortable.
“So, you actually made it to New York without running into mom or my dad?” Bailey breaks the silence.
“I wasn’t there long, my sole purpose for even going was to see Gilda.” Jace responded while keeping his eyes on the sky above them.
“How is she doing? Has there been any improvement?” That was slight hope in Bailey’s tone.
“Sadly no, she’s still on the ventilator and all but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she would recover one day.” Jace admitted.
“Aww, do you still have a soft spot for your former friend Simon?” Bailey teased.
Jace for the first time snapped his head away from the sky to look over at his baby sister. Bailey giggled to herself as Jace narrowed his eyes.
“First of all, I don’t know or was ever friends with anyone that goes by the name of Simon Sparrow. Secondly, I was friends with Jatt Starr. He was a man worthy of my respect and my friendship.” Jace lectured.
“Are you sure you didn’t just befriend him out of pity?” Bailey raised her eyebrow.
“I mean that would be the easy thing to say. However, at the time Jatt had a lot of people wanting him gone and putting him down. Reminded me of my early days in HOW with how people were treating him. The man is a HOW Hall of Famer for a reason.” Jace turns his head back to the sky.
“Interesting but why did you go and visit Gilda then leave ten grand to help pay her medical bills?” Bailey didn’t miss a beat while firing off question after question.
“I just thought back to when it all happened. I wasn’t there for Jatt like I should have been, and I never actually met Gilda before all of that happened. I figured it was best to right that wrong before it might be too late, ya know?” Jace shrugged his shoulders.
“How do you think he’s going to respond to all of that?” Yet another question from Bailey.
“I left the name Jatt Starr with the check.” Jace smirks a bit.
“Yeah, but that just totally gives it away that it’s you or at the very least one of the members of The Board. I think he’s going to be pissed off about it.” Bailey lets out a small sigh.
“Well, if it does then good. Maybe it’ll piss him off enough to stop being Simon Sparrow and go back to being Jatt Starr. I wouldn’t mind that as my reward for doing a good deed.” Jace places his hands behind his head.
“Is that why you’re laying out here all by yourself? Sulking and looking up at the night sky like you just went through a second divorce?” Bailey crosses one of her legs over the other.
“That would imply that I would ever get married again. I just like to look up at the stars sometimes and think about things. Jatt Starr was literally like a shining star. The man had more charisma on the toilet paper he used to wipe his ass than some people have in their entire bodies. It’s like advertising the greatness that is STRONK Godson and only getting Darin Zion in the end. That is what Simon Sparrow is, he is a Darin Zion in a world of STRONK Godsons. Destroying Simon Sparrow will be the best thing for HOW, and the entire world.” Jace vows.
“You really think you got this match in the bag, don’t you?” Bailey turned her head this time to look at her brother.
“Actually, I don’t at all. I might not like Simon Sparrow, but I know the man isn’t stupid. I’m sure he’s well aware that I plan on wrestling two matches on Sunday night. I know he’s going to try and drag me into the deep water and make me overextend myself to the point I don’t even have enough to throw a punch. Simon holds a grudge against me and anyone else that sides with Lee Best.” A look of disappointment starts to form across his facial features.
“Can you blame him?” Bailey rolled her eyes a bit.
“Yes, I absolutely can blame him. You can be loyal to Lee Best, or you can flat out hate the man’s guts. At the end of the day Lee Best is the creator of the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet. Lee Best signs the checks that put roofs over our heads and food on our plates. It’s Lee Best that laid the foundation for PWA and gave us even more opportunities to put ourselves out there and make even more money. Jatt Starr knows that, but Simon Sparrow is ignorant.” Jace grumbles under his breath a bit after mentioning the name Simon Sparrow.
“Wrestlers being stubborn assholes? Nooooo that never happens.” Bailey mocks and nudges Jace with her elbow.
“You should know, you were the worst one of them all.” Jace teases back.
Bailey makes the fakest offended expression she can muster before twisting her position on the hood. She uses her legs and manages to push Jace right off the hood and down to the ground. Bailey begins to cackle loudly as Jace pulls himself back up to his feet.
“You’re so dead.” Jace threatens.
Jace begins to reach over the hood of the car, but Bailey squeals and jumps down off of the hood. Bailey takes off towards the house as Jace moves around the vehicle and gives chase as the scene fades on a single star shining in the sky.
Do we have to continue to play these games, Jatt?
You dumb lucked your way into becoming HOW LSD Champion and this is how you act heading into your first defense? You go to a junkyard to find a golf cart that Jatt Starr used to ride around in, you put a replica of my ring gear on a CPR dummy. You proceed to shoot it with your little paintball gun before setting the whole thing on fire using a flare gun.
Is this the best you really got?
I mean you can knock me for trashing this whole Simon Sparrow thing but when you do stuff like that you’re just proving me right time and time again. Seriously, I know the Dead or Alive PPV has a theme to it but this whole ugly ass cowboy getup and talking like you’re from the Wild West? That shit is for the birds. Jatt Starr is better than this, Jatt Starr would do something that would actually get under my skin. This whole thing you’re doing. It’s like watching that abused animal commercial on an endless 24-hour loop.
Why are you being such a wet rag?
You’re still carrying around a StarrSek Industries backpack. You went and found the old Starrlite Express. You can tell yourself that you’re killing off Jatt Starr but all you’re doing is giving everyone a constant reminder that Jatt Starr is soooo much better than Simon Sparrow. Calling me the King of Shit? Damn, so fucking original, Simon. How long were you holding that one in the chamber, partner? Your insults are like being served toilet water instead of a fine wine like Jatt Starr. You just don’t get it do you? This is serious, I am coming for that HOW LSD Championship belt by any means necessary. Yes, I realize that this match might have any stipulation in the world, but do you think you can really accomplish what Jatt Starr wasn’t able to do?
Wait, I forgot… Simon brought up things that have happened to me.
Ohhhh nooooo woe is me.
I lost a handicapped match against Darin Zion; I had a microphone shoved down my throat by a woman whose career HOW highlight was doing that to me. And how Stevens snuck his way to a victory at the last Lethal Lottery to beat me and earn him a shot at the HOW World Championship belt. A shot he ended up squandering, just like every other shot he got after that. Jesus, Jatt, I mean it’s not like I’ve won more World titles in HOW than you, or that I haven’t held the belt longer than you ever have. Gosh, I mean it’s not like after all that I didn’t get inducted into the HOW Hall of Fame or anything like that.
Motherfucker, you voted for me last year to get inducted into the Hall of Fame.
You’re not fooling anyone. I know Jatt Starr is still in there. You wouldn’t keep talking about him or going and digging up things that Jatt Starr uses if you thought the man was dead. I get it man; you feel like you were used and abused. Lee Best is evil and all that nonsense, but I got news for you buddy. We all know Lee Best is an evil son of a bitch. It’s not a big fucking secret but who in wrestling isn’t just a little bit of an asshole? I mean did STRONK choke you out to the point you suffered memory loss? You do remember that you’re in High Octane Wrestling, correct? We do awful shit to each other on television every single week. People in the industry don’t acknowledge us for various reasons.
Should I list them off for you?
The top reasons being that they can’t handle being called Fisher Price federations compared to the machine that is HOW. Another is the fact that their fragile souls and weak stomachs can’t handle the things that are normal for every HOW veteran like Bottomlines, Besty, or literal murder. And finally, the fact that they are scared to mention HOW in fire of having hell rained down upon them and their two-bit little company. A majority of the OCW roster are filling their diapers as we speak over the prospect of having to deal with HOW talent invading their safe space. This is what it means to be a member of the HOW roster, a member of the HOW Hall of Fame. We put the fear of GOD into the hearts of the competition. We chew up Fisher Price bitches and we spit them out.
This is why we bleed 97red. Simon Sparrow doesn’t bleed 97red because the yellow streak down his back means he is Fisher Price approved.
I mean really Jatt. You don’t think I know what it is like to feud with Lee Best? I’ve been on both sides of that coin. It was at War Games 2016 when I led Team 4CW into that match. Lee Best was pissed I left HOW and joined the competition. So naturally he had me enter the match first and put me up against every other member of the match that wasn’t on my team. I took the beating of a lifetime in that match, but I ended up hitting Lee Best with Bend the Knee off of the top rope. And you know what? I survived, I survived to the point of making it to the final two wrestlers in that match. If it wasn’t for a betrayal by Jason Cashe then I would have won back-to-back War Games matches.
Lee Best is an asshole but you’re a grown fucking adult in HOW. You’re built to handle it.
You can call me a pawn, a stooge, and talk about how Lee Best is just going to use me, abuse me, and then discard me like a used Q-tip. Do you think I care? Do you think I’m dumb enough to not know the deal? I got my Hall of Fame spot, Hall of Fame pay, and a position of power in the company. I am wanting for nothing other than that LSD Championship belt. I get to fly on private jets, compete for the best Championship belts. Life is fucking good Jatt. But here you are, bitter as all fuck pretending to be some fucking cowboy. You went out of you to do some of the dumbest shit that I’ve ever seen and for what? What did throwing piss filled balloons get you in the end? A big fat fucking fine and no War Games win. Gilda’s medical bills are through the goddamn roof to the point I felt the need to drop ten grand just to help out.
And I see your fucking ass spending $350 on some goddamn redneck working in a junkyard?
I’m going to beat the hell out of you Simon. Whatever the stipulation happens to be, I’m going to use it to my advantage, and I’ll do more than just choke you out or hit you with a Championship belt. I’m going to keep hitting you and hitting you until there is a hole big enough in your skull to allow common sense to seep into the gray mush between your ears. I’m not going to do it for Lee Best, I’m not going to do it for Mike or Tyler. I’m not even going to do it to get Jatt Starr back to where he belongs. I’m going to do it for Gilda. She’s fighting for her fucking life right now and you’re too busy blowing precious money for her treatment on shit found in a trash heap. You want to set a golf cart and a CPR dummy dressed as me on fire?
Motherfucker, I will set YOU on fire.
I won’t care one single bit about the punishment I take for it. Whether it be losing again to Darin Zion or having my Hall of Fame status revoked or worse. You want to play with fire? You want to fuck around while the one good thing in your life is in a fucking coma? I will burn the core of everything that Simon Sparrow is and believes in to the fucking ground. I will use you as an idle piece of fucking wood to spark the biggest bonfire that Dallas, Texas has ever fucking seen. It won’t be a blaze of glory for you Simon Sparrow. It’ll be just a small taste of Hell that you have coming at Dead or Alive. So, keep fucking up. Keep doing the goddamn cowboy gimmick and talking like a bad Clint Eastwood movie. Try shooting me with your fucking toy paintball gun and find out what fucking happens to you in that ring.
Keep fucking pushing my buttons Simon and I’ll make sure you’ll be considered “lit” for the first and last time ever.
It was a few days later in Chicago, Jace had headed there to use the TEN-X facilities to train like he’s never trained before. He had been running himself ragged inside of the ring since 5am and was only surviving on water and protein bars in small breaks. His legs felt like Jell-O and his body ached all over. But he kept pushing harder and harder, at some points crawling on his hands and knees if had to. These next three matches were going to be the most important stretch of matches he’s had since making his return to professional wrestling.
A chance to win the HOW LSD Championship belt for the 4th time. Defending his OCW Savage Championship belt for the 2nd time. And then a chance to become one half of the HOW World Tag Team Champions for the 3rd time. November of 2016 it all ended for five long years but now in the summer of 2022 Jace Parker Davidson had a chance to be absolutely draped in gold. But the first two opportunities will need to be completed in one night. The thought of winning two matches, in two different companies, and walking out a double Champion put a smile on his face. He’d be the first man under the PWA umbrella to accomplish such a feat.
By 2pm everyone inside of the TEN-X building was exhausted and decided to break for about an hour to venture out into Chicago to find something to eat. Honestly, even though he’d never admit it, Jace saw the extended break as an opportunity to rest his body and barely move for a while. He laid flat on his back in the center of one of the rings with a towel in his hand. He had his water bottle and another protein bar beside him on the canvas. Jace brings the towel up to his face and rubs the sweat from his face and through his hair.
“Two matches in one night and both of them happen to be title matches in two different companies. Yet, in his great wisdom Sir. Simon Sparrow decided to call me the “King of Shit.” By August 15th I could be a triple champion and sit atop the PWA mountain as its standout star. I know that word might be triggering for you but it’s what every single wrestler worth a grain of salt wants to be. You want nothing to do with being a star or more importantly a STARR. It must be quite lonely sitting there trying to tune out all the noise and all of the people that will only refer to you as Jatt Starr.”
Jace puts down the towel on the canvas then reaches for his protein bar.
“I’m sure in your mind this is all just mind games. Deep down you want all of your opponents to focus on Jatt Starr and the whole terrible cowboy gimmick. You want people to underestimate you because honestly that is the only way you can win. I think Simon Sparrow is pathetic but I’m not underestimating you, not one bit. After what happened last week, I know you’re hopping mad and want to get a measure of revenge. You’re desperate to once again get one up on Lee Best and The Board once again. You said it yourself; you can’t lose the HOW LSD Championship belt to me. That is the worst possible scenario for you. It would be a slap to the face by reality itself that Simon Sparrow is inferior to Jatt Starr. The Ruler of Jattlantis would never lose the HOW LSD Championship belt in his very first defense. That kind of behavior isn’t the kind of thing that gets someone into the HOW Hall of Fame.”
Jace uses his teeth to open the wrapper of the protein bar.
“If this was just a normal match with nothing on the line? The week of the go home show before a big triple threat match for the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts? I would absolutely not take you seriously at all. I would save and conserve my energy for my match in OCW later that night. Unfortunately for you the HOW LSD Championship belt is on the line, and you already know I’m a sucker for padding my accomplishments. That means I’m taking this match against you very seriously. I’ve been training and working on my endurance so that not only can I beat you in any given LSD rules match. But I can also make it to New Mexico to step inside of a steel cage and beat the snot out of a former masked man with an assumed name. However, for you that’s just one match.”
Jace takes a bite of the protein bar then chews it and swallows before continuing.
“People tell me I am spreading myself too thin but what about you Simon? You took a hell of a beating last week. You’re going to take a hell of a beating this week. Then after all of that you have to step into the ring with Tyler Adrian Best for the ICON Championship belt. You think that Tyler is just some punk kid that you can easily overcome due your wealth of experience inside of the ring. You haven’t been in the ring with Tyler, you haven’t experienced what he is capable of doing given the proper motivation. In this very ring Tyler perfected his craft as a professional wrestler before making his HOW debut. Tyler has been trained by the likes of Lindsey Troy, Joe Bergman, Cecilworth Farthington, Dan Ryan, Michael Lee Best, and yours truly. A literal who’s who of the wrestling industry and you’re going to take him lightly?”
Jace shakes his head before grabbing the bottle of water and taking a drink from it.
“You honestly think that Tyler just now started to turn into a heartless psychopath? Sure, his father might just now be noticing it but I saw it for myself long before that. Training with Tyler in the ring just wasn’t training. I was fighting for my life in this very ring against that kid. There was no teacher and student dynamic. There was just a young lion that was thirsty for blood. A man that wasn’t going to be satisfied until he heard the snapping of a bone. That is the man that you’re stepping into the ring with at Dead or Alive. You think you’re in the spirit of the Dead or Alive theme now? Wait until Tyler Adrian Best does his utmost to make sure you leave Tombstone, Arizona in a body bag.”
Jace slams his free hand onto the canvas hard.
“Don’t you see it yet Simon? You think I’m doing everything I am because of some mission to take out an enemy of Lee Best? Or because you turned your back on the person that signs your checks? I’m going this to save your fucking life. Michael Lee Best has murdered human beings in his career. You don’t think his son isn’t going to pop his murder cherry as soon as fucking possible? Simon Sparrow doesn’t stand a fucking chance in that ICON Championship match, but Jatt Starr does. Jatt Starr survived the brutal assault from Conor Fuse and Dan Ryan at last year’s War Games match. Then came back better than fucking ever. A man brandishing a paintball gun and spending the little bit of money that he has foolishly isn’t going to survive that encounter. That’s why I’m going to beat Jatt Starr out of you. I’m going to take the LSD Championship belt from you so that you don’t have to step into matches with dangerous stipulations anymore. On Sunday night, I’m going to make you a STARR, baby. I’m going to prepare you for what you got coming at you at the PPV. Call it tough love, either way you’re going to thank me later.”
Jace continues to eat his protein bar then after a while everyone begins to file back into the TEN-X facility along with Madison. She walks up to the ring apron and claps her hands together.
“Come on, break time is over. You got two matches to wrestle on Sunday night and I can’t have you taking a lunch break in the middle of the ring.” Madison lectures.
Jace finishes off his protein bar then pulls himself back up to his feet. He stretches a bit then focuses his mind on the second match he’ll have to wrestle on Sunday night inside of a steel cage.