The days were ticking by and ICONIC was getting closer and closer as we flew towards the holiday season. After the altercation at the local High School with Devin had happened yesterday Jace had decided to take an extra day before heading back to the UK. He and Madison had a quiet little early Christmas celebration of their own but the first thing the next morning they were off to the airport.
Jace was never a fan of flying, especially longer flights to different countries. He didn’t like the confined spaces and felt it was time wasted where he could be doing something more productive. Yet here he was in the first-class section of a plane in the middle of a flight to London. Sleep was never really an option on these flights and the glass of whiskey in his hand only managed to slightly take the edge off. Madison was sitting beside him seemingly more relaxed and reading a book that she had brought with her on the flight.
No doubt some trashy romance novel Jace thought to himself as he took another sip of the whiskey from his glass. His mind toiled over all of the things he could be doing at the moment to prepare for the main event of day two of ICONIC. Along with all of the things he wanted to accomplish once they landed in London. Jace drummed the fingers of his free hand against the armrest of his seat as he stared out the window of the plane. That was until Madison put her book down and grabbed a hold of his hand before squeezing it tightly.
“There is no need for you to be wound up this much. It’s just a simple flight to London, the actual match is still days away.” Madison said in a hushed tone with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Easy enough for you to say. You’re not facing a quarter of the roster in a match where Wrestler of the Year is on the line along with the HOW World Championship belt on the line. No pressure, right?” Jace went from drumming his fingers to tapping his foot repeatedly before taking another drink.
“Look, the only way you’re going to lose Wrestler of the Year is if JJR wins the match and walks away the HOW World Champion. I know that you’re the superstar and I’m just the manager but all of this nervous energy you got going on here is making it hard for me to relax and enjoy my book.” Madison squeezed his hand a little harder and dug in her nails to show her level of frustration.
“This is all Devin’s fault.” Jace spat as his foot tapping became even more obnoxious.
“You still won’t tell me what the hell happened between you two when you went to train.” Madison hisses through gritted teeth.
“Remember how I said the fire doesn’t burn as brightly as it once did? Well, the motherfucker fanned the flames until it turned into a raging inferno.” Jace admits.
“The last thing we need is you and fire to become best friends again.” Madison rolled her eyes.
“The fuse is lit, Madi. It can’t be stopped now.” Jace shook his head before raising his glass up to his lips.
“I think you have to pay royalties to Conor every time you say that.” There was obvious sarcasm in her voice.
Madison sighed as Jace’s foot tapping continued but a fellow member of the first-class passengers had gotten out of his seat. With his own drink in hand, he stumbled his way over to where Madison was seated and tapped her on the shoulder with his free hand.
“Excuse me, Madame.” The stranger said, slurring his words. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here and I have to say you’re absolutely the most gorgeous creature that I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Clearly the man had one too many drinks and didn’t care that he was making an ass out of himself in front of a woman like Madison.
“Well, thank you very much. I have to say you’re not too shabby in your own right, mister.” Taking one look at the man Madison was clearly being more overly nice than accurate.
“Really, Madison?” Jace questioned without having to even look at the man.
“Hush, anything looks good right now after I had to spend a week with the likes of Darin Zion!” Madison nudges Jace with her elbow.
“Hey, would you like me to get you a drink?” The stranger asked as he swayed back and forth nearly spilling his drink on Madison.
“Easy there, hot stuff. I know you offered me a drink, but I wouldn’t want to wear your drink. I don’t think the stewardesses would appreciate it if you gave me a wet t-shirt in the middle of this flight.” Madison flirtatiously tucked a strand of her purple hair behind her ear.
“Hell, it would be a damn shame not to give you a wet t-shirt with melons like yours!” The stranger begins laughing and pretending like he was going to pour his drink directly down Madison’s cleavage. “So, how about that drink?”
“I’m fine, thank you. It’s far too early in the day for me to partake but you can get my client another drink if you don’t mind.” Madison says as she gestures towards Jace.
The drunken stranger squints his eyes over towards Jace and suddenly a light bulb goes off.
“Hey, I know you!” Jace turns his head to look over at the stranger. “Yeah, you’re that HOW wrasslin’ fella that goes by the name of John Peter Dickinson!”
“That’s Jace Parker Davidson but yes I am a wrestler for High Octane Wrestling.” Jace says in a snide tone.
“That’s exactly what I said!” The stranger takes a drink from his glass. “Jimmy Paul Drywaller in the fucking flesh, well I’ll be damned! Boy, are you ever going to get your ass handed to you at ICONIC!”
“Excuse me?” Jace raises his eyebrow.
“You heard me! It’s just like our Champion Mike Best said. Jacob Paul Dumbheller is a mid-carder!” The stranger points an accusing index finger towards Jace.
“Take it easy and just breathe.” Madison advises Jace as she places her hand on his shoulder.
“You got beat by Clay Byrd at RATR. You lost to Farthington last era. You got beat by JJR in a tag team match the last Refueled, and you would have gotten your ass kicked by Fuse one on one.” The stranger throws up in his mouth a bit but then swallows it back down.
“You know what? You’re absolutely right. This is why I love being written off and playing the underdog in matches like this. No one expects it when I pull off an upset.” Jace raises his glass into the air towards the stranger.
“Mike Best totally got it right. The only people that believe in a loser like you are babies and morons. Well, guess what bucko? I’m not a baby or a moron, I know who the real King of HOW is and it sure as fuck not you!” The stranger spills some of his drink on the floor of the plane.
“That’s a shame really, I was just thinking that if you were a baby or perhaps a moron that I would sure love to breastfeed you.” Madison uses her arms to squeeze her breasts together.
The stranger eyeballs Madison’s chest. “For real? I can definitely be a baby and a moron to get some of that hot lovin’. Screw Mike Best and Farthington!” The stranger laughs as he reaches out with his free hand to grab Madison’s chest.
“I wish I was recording this to show just how easily fans of Mike and Farthington can be swayed. Enjoy yourself now, buddy. I want you to be nice and sober for ICONIC when I finally shut up both Mike and Farthington and walk away with my hand raised in victory.” Jace smirks as he finishes off his drink.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, you pathetic ass mid-carder? You wouldn’t last five minutes in the ring with Mike or Farthington. Mike would knee your head clean off of your shoulders and right out of the O2 arena. Farthington would have you tapping out in seconds, and you’d have a broken arm to go along with your fucking broken neck.” The stranger leans over and spits in Jace’s face.
The stranger straightens up and starts laughing again, proud of what he’s accomplished. Madison reaches up and slaps the stranger’s hand away from her chest as Jace wipes the spit from his face.
“I’ll meet you in the bathroom to take care of all that pinned up energy you got going. You just take care of this guy first.” Madison whispers to Jace because rising up out of her seat and heading towards the bathroom of the plane.
“Hey, where are you going, sweet cheeks?!” The stranger calls out to Madison.
What the stranger doesn’t realize is that Jace has risen out of his seat. Jace grabs the man by the shoulder and spins him around before planting a knee right to his gut. The stranger doubles over in pain before putting him in a headlock and wraps his legs around him. It’s the same move that Devin had put Jace in the day before trying to snap his neck or get him to pass out. The stranger struggles and flails his arms around but Jace’s strength is too much and his body goes limp. Jace drags the man’s limp body back to his seat and plops him down. Jace takes what’s left of the stranger’s drink and pours it on his crotch making it look like the stranger wet himself.
“Baby and a moron indeed.” Jace scoffs.
The #1 ranked wrestler in HOW twists his neck back and forth before heading towards the bathroom of the place as the scene fades.
We fast forward to the next day in London where Jace and Madison can be seen seated in the back of a Lincoln town car. The driver in the front seat seems to be taking them back to the hotel they had booked for their stay here in London. Jace’s attention seems to be locked on the scenery flying by through the window of the door while Madison seems more than amused with herself over the situation.
“You should be in a good mood; you’ve finally re-signed with HOW for 2022 and can put all of this contract bullshit behind you.” Madison says cheerfully.
“I still feel like I’m getting screwed over.” Jace mumbles under his breath.
“You got more money than he originally offered you, so that’s a positive, right?” Madison reaches over and playfully shoves Jace.
“He lowballed me on that offer. I wanted $92,000 which is still a cut in pay for me, but the bastard wouldn’t go that high.” Jace complains.
“Outside of the HOW Hall of Famers, you’re making the most money in the company. Especially since you decided you needed to make more money than both Clay Byrd and Scott Stevens.” Madison jokes.
“Yeah, cause that one dollar more than I’m making than Scott Stevens is going to go a long, long way let me tell you.” Jace spouts sarcastically.
“It’s curious that Stevens wasn’t booked for ICONIC seeing as how he cheated his way to a victory in that battle royal match at the Lethal Lottery.” Madison muses.
“Scott Stevens isn’t booked for ICONIC that we know of. That cheap shot artist will be lurking around somewhere in the arena, I am sure. Stevens is such a goddamn glory hound that I wouldn’t be surprised if he found his way into the main event as a referee or a competitor, maybe both.” Jace cracks his knuckles.
“That tracks when it comes to Scott Stevens but at least he won’t be able to sneak up on you this time.” Madison adds in.
“Scott Stevens has never been able to hang with me when it comes to standing up to me face to face. I mean for fucks sake I beat the guy with a broken damn neck.” Jace reminisces as Madison checks the website on her phone.
“Oh, look, they’ve already posted on the website that you have renewed your contract.” Madison moves her phone over to show Jace.
“Of course, there’s the Onlyfans crack in there. No respect for the man that’s probably going to be Wrestler of the Year and be inducted into the Hall of Fame.” Jace groans.
Madison giggles to herself uncontrollably as Jace goes back to stare out of the window as the scene fades.
Dear ICONIC opponents,
I write to you today because the ICONIC main event is right around the corner and most of you have had fun jerking each other off all week. I have been preparing for the match of a lifetime to end the year. It’s one thing to have to prepare for six different opponents but we also have to worry about the classic Best curveball at the very end.
We all know it’s coming.
Or at least those of us that have been around long enough know it’s coming, whether it’s a new owner or not. So, what kind of match will be? Did you really think it would be seven different people fighting it out in a standard match? Will it be an elimination match? Will it be a fall’s count anywhere match? Maybe it will be a ladder match?
At least then Mike Best looks good when he doesn’t get pinned.
And speaking of the Terror Twins, it seems that the so-called Best wrestlers in HOW are complaining about the fact that there are seven people in the main event. Instead of the match that everyone was supposed to want to see for years. Maybe because the both of you did such a GREAT job hyping up the end all be all match of the year by doing your bullshit gentleman’s game shit.
That’s what the World Championship belt needs, Rock, Paper, Scissors.
But I just have to wonder why all the bitching, and whining? You’re supposedly the best wrestlers that ever lived, so beating a bunch of guys beneath you should be a walk in the park, right? Especially for someone that’s just a mid-carder like myself. I expected more unkind words, but it seems you both are too wrapped up in yourselves. Maybe if you too weren’t too far up each other’s asses maybe someone would give a fuck about your friendly competition.
I fully expect you two to work as a tandem in this match because I don’t believe Farthington for a goddamn second when he says he’s to beat Mike Best.
You only came back because Mike talked you into it. Mike needed you to help bring some heat to the dying ass HOFC Division and he wanted an easy ass win in a title defense against you. Then of course HOFC died because no one gives about you and Mike dry humping each other in a cage. So, of course you’re sticking around now because Mike needs someone to do his dirty work for him. You’ll deny this obviously, but everyone remembers you interfering in my match with Sutler just to make sure Mike had that much more of an easy course to his tenth HOW World Championship reign.
Payback is coming for that one.
Not to mention breaking Clay Byrd’s forearm just so that you and Mike can jerk each other off for an entire PPV arc. I remember way back in the day when you were just the comic relief in the company. No one really gave a shit about you, and you were needy for attention. Then you won one…one of the two titles I held at the time and suddenly you were a little bit more than a nobody. I left the business for a few years and Mike hooked up with you then suddenly you became a HOW World Champion and a Hall of Famer. It’s so cute that Mike taught you how to talk in promo and be more than the “I think I’m the funny guy” to being a competent individual.
Baby finally took his first steps.
You’ve avoided but now come ICONIC you both will not be able to run, and you will not be able to hide. For a change the numbers are against you both. I’m going to take back the throne that I only lost because I decided to leave HOW for 4CW just like you both hightailed it for UTA. So it doesn’t matter if you two are holding hands the entire match. Your heads will be stomped into the canvas, and I will be dropping people on their heads left and right. And when the dust settles and the final bell sounds, you’ll see why I am the King of Everything.
And each and every single one of you will Bend the Knee.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Mid-Carder.