The (Former)Zion Compound
Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri
After my intense meeting with Regand Marsden I stayed true to my promise and woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning. I decided to take a quick detour to the Lake of the Ozarks, having heard that Zion had recently sold his place up there. You can tell alot about someone from where they choose to hang their hat. I choose Florida, enough said right?
I did a solid 5k run around part of the area and could instantly see the attraction. A picturesque scene of blue water mixed with green trees and wooden jetty’s form a serene landscape around the area. I wondered why on earth a person would choose to leave a place like this. Finding a property on a lake like this wasn’t easy to come by, or cheap.
Seem’s Zion is at a crossroads in his career and decided to pack up his little slice of luxury and trade it in for something more humble, in a bid to land his feet back on the ground. Problem is, from the outside looking in? He looks like a man who smacks of desperation. He hasn’t got a fucking clue what he want’s or how he’s going to get to where he want’s to be.
His mind is unsettled and I know how dangerous that can be to a career. I don’t have to look more than a few months back to put myself in his shoes but I got my shit ironed out, whereas he clearly does not. He should have kept this place. We all need our haven to escape and clear our minds. Mine is usually on my boat, smoking a Cuban with a fishing rod in my hand, staring at the sunset on the horizon.
Zion had it all wrong when Lee booked him in a World title match against Sutler. I agree, there was no merit, but In my eyes Lee believes, like I do, that Zion is a man who is capable of pulling a huge win out of his ass. He doesn’t forget, and Zion was able to beat three members of the Best Alliance in one night. Lee want’s that title taken from Sutler and he’s willing to go to any length to get it done. In true Lee style, it was a gamble.
Unfortunately for Lee, it didn’t pay off and Sutler is still walking around with the biggest prize in pro wrestling. So why did he book Zion against me I wonder? It’s not a step down, because Zion doesn’t deserve a shot at the LSD title any more than he did the World. Besides, I still rate myself higher than that snot nosed little punk. Unlike me, however, Zion does not see or utilise his full potential. Sometimes you need to fool your mind into being highly productive. I call it the ‘125% rule.’ I try to utilise every hour of every day being as productive as possible, ensuring every action has a positive effect on my goals which are to become the most dominant LSD champion of all time, and to also win the World championship. What Zion’s been doing? Is nothing short of counter-productive.
I don’t care why Lee booked this match. Whether it’s to ‘pad my stats,’ tune me up for Bottomline or whether he’s sending his best killer to punish Zion for his failures. All I need to do is look at the positives that I can take away from it. When I beat Zion, I’ll add another successful title defence to my reign. I also move a step further up the rankings and when I beat Teddy and Clay at Bottomline?
I’ll be undisputedly the number one contender to the World title. Whether it’s Connor Fuse or Sutler Kael? I will be the one to bring the World title home to the Best Alliance and I have no problems being a double champion.
This week, in Detroit city, Zion and I will main event the 70th edition of Refueled at the little Caesars arena. If it’s a sell out, which if likely will be, then we will be headlining in front of the second biggest crowd of the year since War Games. I know that pumps me up, so if it doesn’t get his pulse racing then frankly I don’t know what the fuck will.
I won’t be sleeping on Zion. He’s a dangerous opponent who could easily bounce back. But I sure as hell won’t be allowing him to get in the way of my goals.
I left Regan back in Missouri, insistent that I didn’t want her around as a distraction whilst I prepare for my title defence. And she was definitely a distraction. She didn’t like it, but she accepted it.
When I arrived in Detroit I was pleased to see that she’d stayed true to her word. I was greeted by my new team. Simon Brady, my new physio. Matt Hargreaves, my nutritionist. John Durnian, my personal trainer. And I was told that we would soon be adding a sports scientist to apply science and shit to help me maximise my potential. I was all for it.
Of course, it came with a cost. Regan may have hooked me up with the resources but I had to provide the capital. But what else am I going to spend my money on? Drugs? Nah, I’m done fucking around with that shit. A cheeky line now and again to celebrate but I’m fully committed to becoming the best in the world again.
A wise man was once asked what the best possible investment someone could make is. His answer was short, sweet and simple:
‘Invest in yourself.’
Hiring this team, investing in my health, training and path to success? It was worth every penny because the payoff will be oh so sweet.
I didn’t know if I could trust Regan, but she had ambition. She has a vision of opening our own wrestling academy, training the cream of the crop, whilst at the same time having all the facilities I would need to train and prepare for every match.
I believe in myself so I invest in myself. Positivity breeds positive results. I already have the LSD championship. After Bottomline I will conquer the World. It’s positive thinking that drives me forward. If I dwell too much on what can go wrong then I’ll shut down and end up in danger of losing it all. I’m sure my enemies see my aggression and relentless confidence. I’m sure it gets into their heads. I’m sure Zion is shitting himself because he’s knows I can smell his weakness and negativity from a mile off. He fucking reeks of it.
I’ve been to rock bottom. I’ve peeled back every layer and took a good hard look at what kind of stuff I’m made of and you know what? I’m still fucking here. I’m still winning, taking championships, headlining shows, making people tap out.
I used to be my own worst enemy but now I am my greatest Ally.
Zion is exactly where I was. He could lose this match without me lifting a finger and I hope he does. Maybe one day he will figure it out, but for now I’m coming at him with a laser focus. I will snap his spine in half if I have to but there is absolutely zero chance I’m leaving Detroit without my LSD championship.
Little Caesars Arena
Refueled LXX – Pre-Show
“Mmmmm, yeahhh, that’s the spot.”
It was worrying me how much I was enjoying it.
“Oh yeah! Right there! Mmm!”
Simon, my new and very personal physiotherapist, was working his craft all the way down my lats. The man is a wizard. My face sat snug in the hole of the physio table, listening to some free Jazz over the bluetooth speaking in my locker room. He was a strange looking guy, only five feet six, with a stocky frame and an alarmingly square head that reminded me of a lego character. He always spoke very direct and matter of fact. Still, he was leagues above any other physio who’s ever worked one of my knots.
“What is this we’re listening to?” he asked, his thumbs pressing down my back like they were crimping dough.
“You kidding me, hermano?” I gasped, but not surprised by his lack of music culture. “This is John Coltrane, maine! Greatest sax player ever. Not your vibe?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever listened to it,” is all he replied.
“It helps me relax, you know? Really calms the soul,” I explained, letting out a deep and satisfied breath.
“How are you so relaxed right now?” called the voice of my young padawan, Adam Ellis.
“Should I not be?” I replied, curious as to what the boy meant.
I could practically sense his nerves as he pondered how to answer. He knew it was game time and had been well grilled and prepped by yours truly to tread on eggshells. Still, he’d pulled at a thread, and I’m a curious person.
“Well?” I growled, already becoming angry.
“No, it’s just, you’re about to defend the LSD championship, you know? In front of all those people, so much on the line, so much pressure? How can you be so chill?”
Eugh, it was one of those teaching moments again. Just when I was enjoying picturing myself back in the carribean, imagining those talented fingers working my muscles were twenty one year old brunette.
I pushed myself up off the table, turning so that the towel covering my love gun stays in place.
“Simon, give me and my young apprentice here some time alone, would ya?” I asked politely, but with enough grit in my tone to inform him that it wasn’t up for negotiation.
“Sure! You want anything from the vending machine?” he asked, already heading out of the room.
I waved him off, smirking at my apprentice who was beginning to look nervous as to why I wanted him on his own. I was in a good mood, but I get a kick out of making people sweat.
“She ready?” I asked, glancing down at my LSD championship in his lap.
I’d given him the great honour of polishing her up so that the lights, in the arena, sparkle in her reflection as I walk down to the ring with her. If there was so much as a smudge I’d have made him start again.
He nervously nodded, standing up and presenting her to me in his arms like a squire handing his knight his sword. I jumped off the table and allowed the towel to hit the ground, never one to be shy when it comes to nudity. His cheek’s went a bright shade of fuchsia as he snapped his gaze away.
“What?” I laughed. “Scared to look it in the eye?”
I could tell how uncomfortable I was making him, but he’d have to get used to this shit if he was going to spend a lot of time with me. I turned around and spread out my arms, signalling for him to put her around my waist.
I liked to wear her as much as possible. The more I did the more it felt a part of me, an extension of myself. I was forging a bond for something that I would happily die for. I liken it to a mother carrying her baby around for nine months. Over that time she forms a bond with it, so the more I wear it around my waist the deeper I’m willing to dig to keep it there.
Adam nervously reached his arms around my front from behind, pressing the leather of the LSD title to my naked flesh as he began to fasten the clasps.
“Why do you think I’m so calm?” I ask him, wondering what insight he had into my mind.
“Pshh, because your John, fucking, Sektor?”
“Well, there is that, but what else?”
“I dunno? Experience? The fact that you’ve had the upper hand on Zion over the past twelve months?”
“Meh, that’s all part of it,” I began, walking forward slightly so that I could admire myself and my championship in the mirror.“
The title looks good on me. I always look my best with a championship around my waist. This was who I was meant to be. This is why I do what I do.
“It’s more about fooling your mind,” I explained, tapping my finger gently to my temple as I regarded his reflection in the mirror. “See, they call me the machine, but beneath my skin is blood, just like yours mi hijo. I am human.”
I could tell he was confused by where I was going with this from the look on his face. He’d asked me a straightforward question. Problem is the answer is much more complicated. It’s not black and white, it’s very grey.
“I can have doubts, nerves, overthink shit, just like the next man. I mean Zion is not going to be a cakewalk tonight, I know this. I have fought him many times and even though I can’t stand the little prick? I admire his resolve.”
I turn and grab a pair of boxers from my gym bag. I figured I’d made him uncomfortable for long enough, so I slipped them on.
“You’re right,” I continued. “There is a lot of pressure on my shoulders tonight. Lose my title to Zion and I could lose everything. You saw what we did to Jiles last week. That could be me. Not only that, but Bottomline becomes a fatal four way and It’s bad enough I have to defend against both Teddy and Clay. Especially now that I can’t rely on that overgrown hijo de puta!”
I spat my words out like venom. The mere thought of Clay was leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I had to relax, focus my mind. I began to feel like having Ellis backstage with me so close to show time was a bad idea. But I was strong enough to pull back focus. All I had to do was turn around again and look at my beautiful lady staring back at me in the mirror.
“This,” I said, tapping the LSD championship. “This is all I need to keep calm. Because I am the champion. Not Zion. There is a reason for that and that is because I am the mother fucking best at what I do!”
I hopped onto the physio table, staring back at Adam and consciously softening my expression to demonstrate how relaxed I am.
“Besides, it’s Zion for fucks sake. He’s his own worst enemy. This mother fucker actually did drugs thinking it would help him get inside my mind or some shit. Can you believe that,” I said, actually laughing out loud.
“You’re kidding?” Adam replied, his face mirroring how dumb an idea that was.
“No, I’m serious. He said, and I quote, ‘to fight a junkie, you need to be a junkie.’ Those words actually came out of his mouth. Now he’s said some dumb shit in his time, but I think that might actually be the most fucking dumb thing he’s ever said.”
“Wait!” Adam interjected, his face looking in pain from trying to process the information I was giving. “He actually did drugs, as a way to prepare for this match?”
“Yeah. Everyone know’s drugs are for after the match homie,” I joked. “Seriously though, this Is what I’m talking about. I don’t need to worry because his ass is rattled. He’s self-destructing before the bell has even rung. Typical Zion not reading the script. If he wants to prepare to fight the John Sektor of years ago then by all means, man, get off your tits.”
I could feel myself getting angry with Zion, just because he’s so fucking dumb it’s borderline insulting that he’s sharing the headline with me tonight.
“While he’s doing blow I’m investing thousands of dollars in the best trainers, physio’s, nutritionists, and facilities. I’m a fucking machine again and I’m going to stretch his ass from one side of the ring to the other and make him tap, two weeks in a row!”
“Fuckin-Ay!” Adam excitedly replied.
“Then he can enjoy his little sympathetic round of applause from the crowd whilst I march off to Bottomline. Relaxed? I’m John fucking Sektor, Adam! You shouldn’t even question it!”
I barked my final words at him. His face told me that he got the point but in truth I wasn’t angry, I was just pumped. I was finally able to buy my own hype again. After a weird couple of years of not believing in myself I was finally back in the mindset of the machine I was when I was actually dominating this company, not whatever the fuck Zion claimed to have once achieved.
“Anyway,” I continued, raising a smug eyebrow. “NEEDLES to say…I’ll have the last laugh.”
Adam choked, wanting to laugh but not sure whether he should or not. So I laughed first, because fuck you that’s funny.
“I see what you did there,” he said, probably pretending to laugh. “Oh, you could say, Zion needs a hero..ine.”
“Yeah that’s not as good as mine,” I scoffed, giving him a disgusted look.
“Sorry, that’s a tough pill to swallow!”
“Better!” I laugh, enjoying the light hearted exchange. “Maybe once I ruin his wrestling career he can switch to…MDMMA!”
“HA! Yeah, it might help him get out of the …weeds!”
“Ok enough!” I bark, having too much fun for one lifetime. “There’s a time and a place for shit like this Adam.”
“Sorry,” he sheepishly replied.
I gave him a lingering look, trailing with my eyes as I looked back down at my most prized possession.
“One thing’s for sure,” I continued. “He’ll never know the taste of the LSD..”
I look up at Adam with a shit eating grin.