Misogynist

Jace & Samanth’s New Place
Denver, Colorado
Saturday, October 29th, 2022
Very Early Morning

Ever since returning from New York City both Jace and Samantha have been as busy as ever. Getting the mansion ready for the Halloween Party on the 31st. Traveling around to Waikiki, Hawaii for the 5BW event where Jace had an encounter with Madison. And now finally back here to Denver. With what little free time he had between all the madness, Jace had been working out like a madman.

With Rumble at the Rock literally tomorrow night, he needed to make sure that he didn’t overlook the fact that Bobbinette Carey could walk out of Alcatraz prison as the new LSD Champion.

He sat up in bed and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand. He lowered it down so that the light from the screen wouldn’t wake up Samantha who was asleep beside him. He saw it was 4:26 in the morning before pulling himself out of the bed gently. He slid on a pair of slippers and exited the bedroom. He made his way to one of the many bathrooms and did what he had to do. After a few moments he emerged a little more awake and with clean hands and face.

He made his way downstairs then entered into the shared trophy case room that they decided to fill with all of their shared accomplishments. He turned on the light then walked over and gathered up the LSD and ICON Championship belts, glancing down at them both. One belt he beat the youngest winner of War Games in HOW history for but then it was immediately retired.

The other was a belt that he had more days holding than anyone else had in the history of the company. But what was the defining moment of this reign? What great thing has he accomplished as LSD Champion during this fourth reign?

He beat Jatt Starr for the belt and successfully managed to retain and keep it from being retired against Tyler Adrian Best. But other than that, the LSD Championship belt has been on the backburner due to dealing with PRIME wrestlers and making Bobbinette Carey’s life a living hell. He decided right then and there he needed to do a better job of making the LSD Championship belt mean something important again. That meant walking into Alcatraz and retaining the title in his battle against The Queen of Epicness.

He took both titles and exited the room as turned off the light. He headed towards the kitchen area and flicked on the light inside of the large space. He placed both Championship belts on the island in the middle of the kitchen then looked around a bit.

He had never been in a Kitchen and Chow Hall match, especially at Rumble at the Rock. The Infirmary and Solitary Confinement were more his expertise. That didn’t mean he was completely lost inside of a kitchen, no matter where that kitchen was. The sound of paws moving around the floor is heard as Samantha’s dog’s Luke and Leia surround him.

“Good morning you two, it’s still way early in the morning and you two should be sleeping.” Jace says as he pets both dogs.

They run back and forth across the kitchen happily making noise as Jace leans down and tries to silence them. This of course doesn’t work as the dogs are far too excited over someone being up and in the kitchen. Jace leans up and walks over to the refrigerator then opens it up. He pulls out a small container before closing the door. He turns around to see both dogs giving him their undivided attention.

“I knew you’d be interested if I pulled out a little treat. But if you want it, you have to sit and be quiet. Sit.” Jace gestures at both dogs and they happily sit down in front of him.

Jace opens the container which holds leftover Swedish meatballs. Luke and Leia can barely contain their excitement but remain seated just as they were told.

“I’ll give you these, but you can’t tell your Mommy that I gave you both something tasty and not like a couple of celery sticks or something. I don’t know, the woman eats like a bunny unless it’s a Monday but sadly it’s only a Saturday.” Jace makes a deal with both dogs before reaching into the container.

He tosses them two meatballs and they devour them immediately. Jace turns his head back to the refrigerator. His mind shifts back to his title match tomorrow night.

“Never really thought about using a refrigerator as a weapon but I can see how practical it would be. Big, sturdy, and I certainly wouldn’t want to get thrown up against one or sent headfirst into one of the doors. I could stick Carey’s five-gallon head inside and use the door to crack it open like a ripe coconut. Though tipping it over and letting it fall on top of her would be even better.” Jace mused out loud before tossing the dogs more meatballs.

He placed the container down on the black marble counter and looked around the large kitchen before glancing at the dishwasher. Jace wondered to himself what kind of dishwasher would be inside of Alcatraz. Would it be a modernized one or one of those oversized one’s you find inside of restaurant kitchens?

“I’m trying to eliminate Carey from the HOW history books, not give her a bath.” Jace said out loud while shaking his head.

Luke and Leia both backed away and looked at Jace with sorrow filled eyes at the mention of the word bath. Jace realized his error and tossed them more meatballs. He turned back around and looked at the kitchen island and the counters surrounding the kitchen area.

“Seeing as how the Chow Hall is involved in this match too, I’m pretty sure there will be tables of all kinds. I can definitely get down with the idea of putting Bobbinette Carey through more than a few tables. Carey isn’t exactly the lightest person on the roster but a high impact move through a couple of tables will take it out of almost anyone.” Jace rubbed over his chin in thought.

He turned back towards the stove and looked down at the glass surface with four different burners. He tossed some more meatballs to keep Luke and Leia happy and quiet. He turns his attention back to the stove and turns the knob to ignite one of the burners. He let his hand hover just above the burner and felt the heat on his skin.

“Now if I could manage to press her face down onto a lit burner that would definitely be a major step towards victory. Then again maybe all that fucking makeup she wears would be like fucking armor to protect her from the heat. Nope, still going to try it. Fucking up her face would send her retreating back into the Ohio wilderness, never to be seen again.” Jace nodded confidently.

He moved his hand from over the burner and turned it off. His attention lowered to the oven of the stove. He grabbed a hold of the oven door and pulled it open before looking inside.

“She’s too damn big to fit inside of an oven, even if they have a gigantic one in the Alcatraz kitchen. Doesn’t mean I can’t shove her head into an oven at about 475 degrees. All the product she probably uses in her hair would cause her to light up like a pack of Newport’s. Can’t be punished for setting Bobbinette on fire in a match with no rules. Also, could do some damage to the neck by slamming the oven door closed repeatedly on her neck while her head is inside.” Jace knelt down to get eye level with the oven.

He opened and closed the oven door a couple of times, trying to imagine it was Bobbinette’s head that he was trying to detach from her body. Satisfied, he closed the door and straightened back up. He tosses a handful of meatballs at Luke and Leia before heading over to the kitchen sink. He turned on the faucet and watched the water pour down into the sink.

“I could fill up one of the kitchen sinks with water then hold her head under it until the bubbles stopped emerging. Bitch is afraid of water anyway, though I must admit that if I had a choice? I’d rather shove her head into a toilet and drown her that way. Maybe they will have one of those old porcelain sinks in the kitchen. Then I could rip it from the wall and just hit her with it relentlessly until the entire HOW roster hears the sweet sounds of peace and quiet.” He smiled as he turned off the faucet.

He turned his attention towards the appliances on top of the counter along with a variety of steak knives and Butcher’s knives that were placed inside of a wooden display.

“Smash a glass coffee pot over her head. Hit her with a toaster to the back of the head. Projectile canned foods to pelt her into submission. Frying pan to the face. Everything sounds like a good idea but…” He paused before turning his head.

He reaches into the wooden display and pulls out a Butcher’s knife.

“All of that is good but the real damage will be done by sharp objects. Stab her right in the heart with a big enough knife and Dracula’s ghetto sister never darkens HOW’s doorstep ever again. Come up behind her and slit her throat in one quick motion. Watch her fall to her knees and bleed out on the concrete floor. That’s the one and only Shark week I want to witness when it comes to Carey.” He waved the Butcher’s knife around.

He wondered to himself if he should get a smaller, but equally sharp, knife to hide in his clothing during the match against Carey. No telling what could happen during a match like that and his ability to get up and find a knife might be compromised at any given moment. Having a knife on your person just made perfect damn sense to Jace.

“First things first…” He said with a sigh.

He placed the knife back into place in the wooden display then turned to Luke and Leia who were focused on him… or rather the meatballs he could provide them.

“Your Mommy isn’t in the best mood since a delusional girl cost her those tag belts, so how about we make her breakfast in bed?” He asked the two dogs.

They wiggled happily at his question before he tossed them some more meatballs. He stretched his arms towards the ceiling then went to work on making breakfast for Samantha.

Thirty or so minutes passed and Jace had finished making breakfast for Samantha. He held a wooden tray table with the food and drink on top of it while he climbed the stairs. Luke and Leia followed behind him as he made his way back into the master bedroom. He turned on the light and approached the bed. Samantha groans angrily at the light interrupting her slumber but soon opens her eyes as both Luke and Leia leapt onto the bed.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Jace greeted her with a smile.

“What is all of this about?” Samantha asked as she pets the dogs before rubbing her eyes.

“I decided to make you breakfast in bed. I know you’re still kind of upset over you and Mary Ellen losing your Tag Team titles because of…” Jace’s voice lowered to a pause because he didn’t want to mention her name.

Samantha narrowed her eyes knowing he was talking about Madison. She wasn’t pleased at all about what happened Thursday night, but Jace sits the wooden tray table over her lap.

“Anyway, I thought I would do something nice for you. I know it’s really early but you’re always up before dawn ready to get into the gym. Don’t worry, I followed your recipe down to the last detail. So, I don’t want to hear any of that “It’s not Monday” crap from you.” He said mockingly.

Samantha looked down at the food then back up at Jace before laughing a little bit. She leans up and kisses him on the lips before grabbing the silverware on the tray table. She starts to sample the food as Jace sits down on bed beside her.

“Is it good?” He asked, curious for her approval.

“Surprisingly so.” Samantha admitted after swallowing the first bite.

Jace pretends to be offended as Samantha begins to take another bite. She chews it happily then she takes a drink from the coffee mug on the tray.

“So… I need to tell you something. It’s nothing major but I’m going to jail tomorrow.” Jace says as casually as possible.

Samantha spits out the contents of the coffee mug and begins coughing and choking at the bombshell just dropped.

Guess breakfast in bed wasn’t enough to ease the blow.

—–

A large projection screen is shown that fills the entire camera shot. Footage from a few years ago begins to play on the screen. Clips of Scott Stevens throwing both Jace and Tara Davidson off of a large steel cage structure is shown. The footage shows Jace grabbing a hold of his then wife and using his own body to protect her as they crash through the announcers table below. The sound of Jace’s voice echoes over the footage.

“Does this look like someone that manipulates women?”

The footage switches over to the very next week where a clearly injured Jace takes on Stevens in a singles match. He beats Stevens but the damage is already done.

“It’s the same goddamn song and dance every single time. Jace is a misogynist, Jace is womanizer, Jace manipulates women. He’s a pervert, a stalker, and a creeper. Over and over like a goddamn broken record.”

The footage moves to Jace having to relinquish his half of the 4CW World Tag Team Championship belts to someone else due to injury. That person goes on to defend the titles alongside a perfectly healthy Tara Davidson, but they lose the match and the belts.

“Bobbinette Carey wonders why everyone goes around making jokes about sex or the fact she has a vagina. It’s because you and every other bitch that steps foot into HOW say the same shit over and over again. You’re either trying to suck your way to the top or you’re babbling about how men keep women down. How men are afraid of a strong, independent woman. How guys are just misogynist or perverts and how it’s soooo fucking hard having boobs and a vagina. Give me a fucking break.”

The sound of Jace scoffing can be heard.

“Bobbinette Carey says that there has never been another woman like her in professional wrestling. Bitch, what?! I think she means there has never been another female HOW Hall of Famer. Yet, everyone knows Tara should be in the Hall. She beat Mike fuckin’ Best for the World Championship belt single handedly and held every single belt in the company at the same time. She didn’t ride someone else’s dick through a War Games match only to drop the title mere weeks later. She made herself Champion thanks to talent. She didn’t complain about men holding her down. She just went out and took advantage of fucking opportunity. I risked my entire career to keep her safe and to be able to compete. Five long years were shaved off of my career all because I protected my wife at the time.”

Jace laughs sarcastically.

“Some fucking misogynists that I am.”

Jace sighs audibly as the footage shows him lying on the operating table having surgery to repair his broken neck.

“Bobbinette is clearly grasping at straws. I’ve faced women my entire career and I’ve also trained them. Did things work with Tara? Of course not, bitch cheated on me and got pregnant. She tried to pass off the kid as mine and the divorce was messy to say the least. But that’s because Tara was a fucking whore. Had nothing to do with me. Kirsta Lewis, Carmen Jennings, Electra, and Lindsay Troy. The list goes on and on. Hell, Eli Dresden shoved a microphone down my throat after I beat her in a match for the whole world to see. And then what? Oh right, she flamed out and became an absolute nobody in this business. Her one shining moment was sticking a microphone into my mouth. But that makes ME a misogynist, right?”

The footage moves onto show Jace at home depressed and incapable of taking care of himself. His neck is stuck in a heavy-duty brace and his only company is a cocktail of various pills and alcohol.

“See, Carey thinks she’s ‘sticking it to me’ by talking about my relationships with women or what kind of person that I am. Bitch, this is about wrestling. This is about the LSD Championship belt. No one gives a fuck who is bouncing on my dick on any given night once that bell rings at Alcatraz. A win for Feminism? That is EXACTLY why I need to wipe you from existence within HOW and the Hall of Fame. You’re more worried about fucking Feminism than you are pinning my shoulders down and winning the LSD Championship belt. You’re too busy looking at a fucking calendar so you can harp about what special cause is represented on any given week or month. More than you are working on your skill inside of the ring.”

The footage shows Jace struggling to make his way through a supermarket to grocery shop for himself. His cart however is mostly filled with bottles of alcohol and microwavable crap not fit for a former World Champion to eat. Along comes Madison for the first time to help him along and add items to his cart that are more conducive to a healthy diet.

“Carey has one of the worst records in HOW this era, but do you think she honestly gives a fuck? This is the same woman that claimed losing to Steve Harrison didn’t matter. And why should it matter to her? If Carey was a football team, she’d be in line for a top three draft pick every single year. But let someone like Christopher America tell her she doesn’t fucking train at all. Then she’ll immediately hop her ass into the gym and pretend like one session is going to work miracles. Oh, you lost 20 pounds. So, basically, you’re down to just three chins? Fan-fucking-tastic!”

The footage on the screen shifts to inside of Jace’s home in Miami where Madison has moved in. She helps cook, clean, and do laundry for him. She gives him the kind of tender care that Tara never did and does her best to take him from a depressive state to one of hope and faith.

“The difference between me and Carey is that my career was taken away from me. I literally stuck my neck out for a woman that cheated and left me when I was in my darkest hour. Carey on the other hand just gets bored of professional wrestling and decides to go do something else with her time until she starts to crave attention again. She’ll go watch movies, dress up in cosplay, or whatever the fuck floats her boat on any given day. Professional wrestling is all I fucking know. It’s the one goddamn thing I am good at. I ruined my own childhood for the chance to one day hold a belt like the LSD Championship. But yet Carey has been training to be a wrestler since she was 16?!”

Jace’s voice booms over the footage.

“Fucking where does it show as far as in ring results?! Like how you train since you were 16 years old and still be this fucking bad?! The fuck where you doing all those years that could be considered training? Setting up the ring? Giving out handjobs to the boys in the back? Would explain the fucking Luchador mask. Hard to have a happy ending while looking at a face that only a mother could love. I started training fresh out of high school and the results speak for themselves. Carey has been training since she was 16 and can’t win a match unless it’s her and someone else against a very uninspired person all on their own.”

The footage shifts to Jace working hard trying to get himself back into shape and in well enough condition to be cleared to wrestle once again. He struggles and fights with everything in him to be able to handle the wear and tear that comes with being an active wrestler. That comes with being able to still be one of the best to ever do it.

“I fight every single day to keep doing this and doing it at a high fucking level. Bobbinette just floats in and out of HOW as she pleases while coasting on the fact that she’s a Hall of Famer. Motherfucker, Scottywood, Ryan Faze, Scott Stevens, and Steve Solex are all Hall of Famers. You can’t toss a stone in HOW without hitting someone that happens to be a Hall of Famer. It does not make you as fucking special as you think it does. You think everything I did is because you’re black and a strong-willed woman. No bitch, it’s because you’re loud, obnoxious, and you float around here running your mouth at levels that your success hasn’t warranted. You’re not some victim, you walk around with a crown, you drive around in magenta-colored limousines and golf carts. You’re basically Brian Hollywood with titties. You have an inflated air of self-importance when honestly, you’re the wrestling equivalent of a two-dollar steak.”

The footage comes to an end, and we shift to show Jace seated hunched over in a chair. He has the ICON Championship belt laid out over his lap and the LSD Championship belt hanging from his shoulder.

“Let’s be serious and not deflect in true Bobbinette Carey fashion. Since she continues to ignore the fact, I’ll say it again and louder this time. I did what I did because I wasn’t about to let Bobbinette leech herself onto a member of The Board. I wasn’t going to sit back and watch a man with all the potential in the world be infected by Bobbinette Carey and her woke bullshit. I warned Carey and she didn’t listen, so measures were taken. I keep hearing this strong black woman, only female Hall of Famer nonsense. Skank, check your fucking ego at the door. The reason, the ONLY fucking reason you’ve got a match for the LSD Championship belt is because of ME!”

Jace uses his free hand to point at himself.

“I put you in the spotlight by doing what I did to you. It’s certainly not because you earned a fucking shot at my title because you moved up the rankings. No, you fell ass first into this title shot as a result of ME getting tired of dealing with YOU. It took someone attempting to end your life for you to get over. It had nothing to do with anything about your gender or your status. Just your fucking annoying goddamn personality. That’s it. But now you think that you can suddenly rise to the occasion. Now you’re supposed to be a threat because you’re ‘broken’ and have a craving for blood? You should be thanking me for lighting a fire under your ass and not just your loft in Chicago. All the petty insults in the world aren’t going to help you, Bob. Call me a little boy, say I’m not a man. Tell me I’m a misogynist fifty thousand more times. Go and tell the world you think I have a tiny penis. Whatever you THINK will shift the advantage into your court.”

Jace leans back a bit and pats the gold plate on the LSD Championship belt.

“I’m used to watching you try and talk your way into a place of relevance here in HOW. Drag my name through the mud, dig up every single woman in the world that has ever caught a glimpse of my ball sack. NONE OF THAT FUCKING SHIT MATTERS. This is a fight to the fucking death. You win? You get this belt on my shoulder and you get rid of me once and for all. You lose? Then you’re just another fucking person I beat on my path back to the top of the mountain. You’ll rest beneath my feet as your legacy becomes nothing more than ‘Hey remember that chick that was in HOW a long, long time ago? She was kind of funny looking and I guess she did something once, but I can’t recall what it was.’ A mere forgotten answer to a trivia question on the list of MY accomplishments.”

Jace smirks and rolls his neck around a little.

“You know my weak spot. You have the advantage in this situation since you have nothing to fucking lose other than your life. I know that’s new territory for you. You say Lee Best took you seriously? The fucking fact is that you were fucking protected the entire time you’ve been in HOW. You were the side boob Queen, not the Queen of Epicness or the mom of HOW. You’re the one fucking chick that got to stick around because she had a pretty mouth. And yet you have the fucking audacity to keep harping on the fact that you ‘EARNED’ your Hall of Fame spot and that I had to die to get mine? Fuck you, cunt. Yes, I fucking died. I tasted death but do I harp on it? No, I don’t because every fucking time I wrestle here in HOW I flirt with fucking death. We whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears. While you have barbaric two out of three falls matches against your former BFF where he pretends to poke your eye out. I’m fucking putting my life on the line out there and you’re hugging it out in the middle of the ring with a man you affectionately refer to as ‘SCOOTER.’”

Jace turns his head and spits down onto the floor before facing the camera again.

“I fucking hate you. I hate every fucking thing about you and your bougie ass. I wake up in the morning simply to live, breath, eat, and shit professional wrestling. You’re more worried about what you’re wearing to the ring than actually getting your hand raised in victory. The simple fact is that I want this more than you. You can talk all the talk you want but the facts don’t lie. When it’s crunch time in that kitchen you’re going to fold like a cheap lawn chair. I’m going to drag you into the deep fucking water and dare you to doggie paddle your way back to shore. You’re going to regret every single decision you’ve ever made. You’re going to wish you gave up on professional wrestling for good. You’re going to wish you decided to be a stay-at-home parent and raised your crotch goblins up the way you should have. You’re going to wish for those early mornings packing school lunches and PTA meetings.”

Jace holds his neck still and holds up the LSD Championship belt in front of him.

“You’re going to cry because you can’t press rewind and right those wrongs, all because of this misogynist. This manipulator, this horrible human being. This piece of trash as you called me, is going to murder you in cold blood. I’m going to whip out my fucking dick as you lay on the concrete floor in a pool of your own life essence and pleasure myself to the sight of the light leaving your eyes. Fuck Kings and Queens. Fuck Male vs. Female. Fuck you waxing poetic about some shit you did back at Rumble at the Rock almost two fucking decades ago. Fuck all the trivial bullshit that flows from your lips like diarrhea. This is about me being the horrible person that I am, putting an end to annoying fucking bitch because she didn’t learn when to shut the fuck up. So, please continue to fucking talk about how this is about how women belong in the kitchen or how I’m fucking scared of you.”

Jace slowly rises from his seat holding both titles.

“You think those horror movies you love, the fucking pumpkin spice, and all the spooky season bullshit is scary? Wait until you see how fucking scary that I can be when I’m holding your still beating heart in the palm of my hand. The curtain drops on the life of Bobbinette Carey tomorrow night and then? Well, maybe one day I’ll see you again in hell, fuckface.”