My in-ring return last week was in a word… disappointing.
I didn’t walk out of the main event with my hand raised or the HOW World Tag Team Championship belts around my waist. However I wasn’t the one that was pinned, Steve Solex bit the bullet for our team falling to Ray McAvay. The silver lining to all this is that I looked great in the ring with minimal ring rust to be seen. Madison even got involved in the action preventing McAvay’s slut from handing him his precious driver during the match. Before it was all said and done I did what I said I was going to do and that was drop McAvay on his dome after the match.
That was last week, this week is a whole different opportunity.
This week Refueled 61 would be rolling into Vegas and I would be going one on one against the head of Local Grapplers 214 in Lindsay Troy. Saying this would be a big match for me would be an understatement. Madison and I arrived in Vegas on Wednesday afternoon with little to no hassle. A quick trip to the gym after getting our hotel situation sorted was on the docket. Once that was done we took a limousine out to see the sights which was a demand of Madison.
I figured we’d do some shopping and have a nice dinner but that wasn’t the case.
Madison had been twitchy ever since the card for Refueled 61 had been posted. I know my backstage encounter with Lindsay had an impression on Madison but this was some new level shit. She had brought along a steel pipe with her and for the last two hours we’d been going from strip club to strip club in search of something or someone. We had been up and down South Sammy Davis Jr. drive to two different clubs with no satisfaction when it came to Madison.
I raised my left hand into the air and rubbed it down my face in frustration before looking down at the gold Rolex watch on my right wrist.
“It’ll be midnight soon Madison, do you mind telling me what this is all about?”
“This is about finding her and we’re not going to stop until we do.” She said, her left foot tapping in an annoyed manner.
“Your opponent this week!”
I moaned audibly as I slouched in my seat. Just what in the hell was she thinking?! She had us out at all hours of the night looking for Lindsay Troy? Just what in the hell was she planning on doing?
“I don’t think these are the kind of places where we’re going to find-“
Madison hissed interrupting me.
“This is exactly the kind of place we’re going to find her.”
“Now let’s say you’re right about that, just what are going to do when you find her?”
A maniacal laugh slipped through Madison’s lips as she rubbed her hand up and down the steel pipe.
“I’m going to introduce her to my friend here and show her she can’t take my spot in HOW.”
Her spot? Was this jealousy from Madison? I know Lindsay Troy had some less savory things to say about her last week but taking her spot? Everyone knew Lindsay considered herself to be the Queen of the Ring and I was the King of Everything. Does that mean that Madison considered herself to be the Queen and not Troy? I just couldn’t wrap my head around all of this.
“Look, I’m all for taking her out before my match this week but I’m telling you that you’re not going to find her in a strip club.”
“Where else could she be?”
“She’s probably hanging out with-“ Once again I was interrupted by Madison.
“She’s definitely going to be at this next one. I mean come on, you know how she is!”
Madison stated with confidence but I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t know much about Lindsay Troy at all. I knew that her and Teddy Palmer had a budding relationship and it was common knowledge that before that she had a fling with Mike Best. She was also going through a nasty divorce process. Could Madison be right? Would Lindsay Troy be hiding out at a strip club here in Vegas?!
“Madison it’s late and we haven’t even had dinner yet. Can’t we just do this Saturday night at the T-Mobile arena before my match?”
“No, the sooner the better. This bitch has it coming to her, besides we’re here.”
I pressed the button on the console to roll down the window to see that we had pulled up to 2801 Westwood drive. Treasures gentlemen’s club & steakhouse was the place and the smell coming from inside made my stomach tremble from hunger. Madison burst through her side of the limo wearing a cut off pair of jean shorts, white sneakers, and an Attack on Titan t-shirt. She had her steel pipe in hand and dragged it along the asphalt as she made her way around the back of the limousine.
“Oh I know we’re definitely at the right place. I can smell the skank from here!”
Madison headed for the large wood framed double doors and pushed them open. She disappeared inside with the steel pipe dragging behind her as my eyes widened.
“So we’re really doing this?! Fuck it, let’s beat down Lindsay Troy!”
I opened the door of my side of the limo and stepped out wearing a white Stefano Ricci three piece suit with Scritto leather slip-on shoes. Safe to say I was dressed for success not a brawl but I was too deep down the rabbit hole to stop now. I slammed the limousine door behind me and rushed inside. There was already a commotion caused inside seeing as an angry woman just stormed inside brandishing a weapon with even paying. I made me way over towards the bouncer of the place and stopped him before he could give chase to Madison.
“The crazy purple haired lady is with me and trust me I’ll take care of her big guy.”
I reached down into my pocket and handed the bouncer a wad of cash with a smirk on my face. He looked down at his hand and shrugged dismissively before returning to his post. I looked around and soon spotted the steel pipe which Madison had raised into the air.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, you dirty cunt!”
Everyone’s attention was on Madison, however they didn’t seem so shocked by her attitude or the weapon in her hands. Clearly she wasn’t the first anger girlfriend that had walked in on the premises. I caught up to Madison as my mind raced about what was about to go down.
Was Lindsay Troy really here? And if she was, does that mean she isn’t taking this match against me seriously? Sure she’s one half of the HOW World Tag Team Champions but she’s overlooking me of all people? Oh, this bitch is definitely going to get it. I raised my hands up and loosened the tie around my neck as I followed Madison through the darkened area of the gentlemen’s club. It wasn’t long before Madison had her eyes on the prize.
“I found her. Get ready to die slut!” She exclaimed.
Madison gripped the steel pipe in her hands tighter and raced off towards the corner of the room where a red headed stripper in her mid to late 40’s was working the floor.
She was trying to get guys to pay her for a lap dance or more finding little to no success. Madison came up behind the woman and was ready to end her life before I reached out and grabbed a hold of the pipe stopping her.
“Hey, what gives?” She asks confused
“This? This is what you’ve kept me out all this time for?!” I shouted feeling the vein on the side of my head throbbing.
“Duh! This is Kirsta Lewis!”
I looked the stripper up and down who had now turned around looking completely dumbfounded as to what was happening.
“Uh, no it isn’t Kirsta Lewis but do you want to tell me why you’re looking for her?!”
“She’s your opponent this week!”
“Umm my name is Linda and I don’t know anything about an opponent.” The stripper finally spoke up
I let out a defeated sigh as I used my free hand to pull out my phone from my jacket pocket. I glided my thumb across the screen for a moment before holding the phone up for Madison to see.
“No dumbass, my opponent this week is Lindsay Troy not Kirsta Lewis.”
Madison stared at the screen blankly before letting out a nervous laugh.
“All those red headed bitches look-alike but that doesn’t mean I was necessarily wrong.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, aren’t you facing someone that has barely won a match on her own God’s given talent in HOW?” She inquired.
“Also aren’t you facing someone that has bounced around from group to group here in HOW?”
“Okay, that’s also true.”
“I saved the best for last. Aren’t you facing someone that has slept with just about half of the current HOW roster?”
“I uh- I can’t confirm or deny that.” I mumbled.
“So face it, you really ARE facing Kirsta Lewis this week.” She replied, placing her hands on her hips triumphantly.
“Goddamnit!” I grunted as I placed my phone back into my pocket.
“Geez and I was about five seconds away from going Tonya Harding on this bitch thinking she was Kirsta Lewis.” She says pointing her thumb back at the 40 plus year old stripper.
“Uh, my name is still Linda and you were about to what?” The stripper asks, still trying to process all of this.
“It’s just a severe case of mistaken identity ma’am, obviously you’re not Kirsta Lewis or Lindsay Troy.”
“Obviously, but do you want a lap dance? It’s only $50 and it’s been a real slow night for me.” She explained, hopeful for a positive response.
“Sorry, I really need to be going. I got a match I need to be prepared for.”
“Okay, what about you girlie?” She asked turning towards Madison.
“Hard pass.” She uttered bluntly
Defeated Linda the stripper sighed and was about to go try her luck elsewhere but I stopped her.
“Doesn’t seem like this line of work suits you anymore. I think I have an idea of something that would be much more your speed at this point in your life.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my business card and handed it over to Linda. She looks down as Madison pats her on the back.
“Trust me the money is good and it’s totally worth it.”
“Alright thanks, I’ll be sure to give you a call.”
“I look forward to it but can we go now? My stomach is literally eating itself!” I groaned while wrapping my arms around my midsection.
“I want Taco Bell!” Shouted Madison.
“I don’t care as long as it’s edible.”
I handed the pipe back to Madison and headed towards the exit while she followed as Linda the stripper spoke out in a soft voice.
“You could just eat here ya know?”
It was now Friday night here in Vegas and since Refueled 61 was tomorrow night I figured it was time to address the HOW faithful and my opponent. I was seated on the black leather couch of my hotel room wearing a pair of jeans, my air max Nike sneakers, and a 97red Troy 11:59 t-shirt.
There was a deck of playing cards in my hands. On the floor was a Las Vegas Raiders cap where I had been flicking the cards over into one by one. Madison stood a few feet away from the cap with a camera in hand which she had pointed at me. She extended her free arm and pointed her index finger towards me, letting me know that we were rolling.
“Tomorrow night, third match on the card you’re going to see a clash of HOW titans. The high and mighty Queen of the Ring Lindsay Troy, the leader of Local Grapplers 214 versus yours truly. Future HOW hall of famer, Best Alliance hired gun, The King of Everything.”
I plucked a random card from the deck and flicked it towards the cap on the floor. It lands safely inside of the cap with a handful of other cards already there as I continued.
“Now before we get started Lindsay I just want to see I’m not going to go the John Sektor route with this. I’m not going to try to stick my hands up or down your ring gear in our match. I’m also not going to describe in grave detail things I think you did sexually with Mike Best, though I’m sure he’d tell me if I asked. See I’m walking into this match the same way as if I was facing anyone else on the roster.”
I cleared my throat before plucking another random card from the deck.
“I’m not going to underestimate you just because you have a set of tits and a vagina. I know women are just as capable as men when it comes to competition here in HOW. Hell, I trained the last woman that reached the top of the mountain and captured the HOW World Championship belt. Frankly, you check all the boxes Lindsay. Standing at six foot three inches tall and nearly two hundred pounds, it means that-“
“It means that bitch is fat!” Madison chirped from behind the camera.
“It means that I just barely have, if any, a size and weight advantage against you in this match. To be quite honest Lindsay you’re a lot bigger then like half the guys on the roster here in HOW.”
“Just chop the bitch in her Adam’s apple!”
“What?! I’m all for transgender superstars in High Octane Wrestling. We are like woke, woke up in this bitch.”
I sighed out loud and flicked the card in my hand towards the cap. It lands off to the side of the cap with one or two others that were already there.
“I’m trying to say I know you can dish it out and you can certainly take it. So I know I have my work cut out for me. So I decided to do some research on the so-called Queen, I googled her name and google basically said no. I went as far as checking Stevenspedia on her and it said check other federations. I couldn’t give more of a fuck less about Miss Troy has done outside of HOW. She’s won World Championships, who cares? So has Zion. I don’t give five ounces of piss that she got fisted in Defiance.”
“Awww I wanna be fisted.” Madison sighed disappointedly.
“HOW on it’s good days is a completely different beast than any other federation out there. Just ask Jason Cashe, guy is a legend in other places but a mere failure in HOW. So I asked myself what exactly makes the Queen, the Queen of the Ring? Everyone knows why I’m The King of Everything, my accomplishments in HOW speaks for itself. What about Lindsay Troy? Sure, she’s one half of the current HOW World Tag Team Champions but everyone saw her ride Teddy Palmers coattails to that victory.”
I shrugged my shoulders at my own comment as I plucked the Queen of Spades from the deck of cards.
“Of course there were times before that she freebirded her way to the titles. And then there was her reign as HOW LSD Champion. Now, by reign I mean the lone 20 days she was able to hold onto the belt before losing it to Jatt Starr. I’m familiar with the LSD title, three different reigns and I hold the records for most days as Champion, longest reign, and most title defenses. Forget Silent Witness, I’m the real LSD legend. So really, is that it Lindsay? This is your claim to wrestling royalty in HOW? I could hold the LSD title for 20 days in my sleep.”
I scoffed out loud as I flicked the Queen of Spades over towards the cap and watched it land inside.
“As I ran around the strip searching strip clubs the other day I realized something. Lindsay, you’ve become the Kirsta Lewis of HOW. Your marginal success, stumbling your way into a LSD title win. Even Kirsta Lewis stumbled her way into a ICON title win that lasted 36 days before I took it from her. You’ve remained relevant here by aligning yourself with top talent, Kirsta rode Lee’s dick to relevance, the comparisons just go on and on.”
“See I told you that you really were facing Kirsta this week!” Madison squealed
“And let’s not forget that Kirsta thought she was the hottest thing in heels and you were quoted as saying your ass is so hot it could sear corneas.”
“Ewww! How are you gonna be a black girl and have absolutely no ass at all?” Madison questioned.
“What? Lindsay isn’t black.”
“Bullshit, that bitch sure ain’t white.”
“She’s from Tampa, so she’s just really tanned.”
“Unlikely, that bitch’s momma had jungle fever then squirted out a mocha colored skank with zero badonkadonk.”
“I just- this, this is not about her ass or lack thereof.” I muttered
“I’m just saying if you kick her in the ass it’s going to be like stubbing your toe on the edge of the bed because that amazon got no cake.”
“I don’t know-“
“It must be a sickness because the slut got no thickness.”
“You just called Lindsay fat earlier.”
“All belly, no jelly.” Madison points to her stomach with her free hand and then to her ass.
“Oh yes daddy, I love it when you scream my name.” Madison purred from behind the camera.
I shook my head at Madison’s ridiculousness then flicked the Queen of Spades towards the cap. It dances around the rim of the cap before falling inside.
“Lindsay, you thought you could slide into my domain and not face any consequences for proclaiming yourself a Queen. I’m back now and the land of High Octane is my Kingdom. Now you may think this is a game of chess where the Queen is more powerful than the King. However if you were really thinking two or three steps ahead surely you would have accomplished way more than you have so far. For you this is a big matchup, your chance to one up The King of Everything. Your chance to continue this little hot streak your group has had recently.”
I leaned forward on the couch and plucked another card from the deck. It just so happens to be the King of Spades which I hold up for the camera to see.
“For me you would say I’ve been thrown to the lions. First match back against the guy I have attacked multiple times in Ray McAvay. Now one on one against the leader of the 214 but honestly? This is just Lee Best’s way of making sure I’m in top physical condition for War Games. I’m a problem for you and your group Lindsay and you’re going to find that out up close and personal tomorrow night. You will have gone from Queen of the Ring to a stepping stone.”
I lean back again with a sly smirk on my face.
“Congratulations Lindsay, you’ll be the answer to the trivia question who JPD pinned in his first win back in HOW? One way or another Troy you’re going to bend the knee and find out why a King always trumps a Queen.”
I flick the King of Spades towards the camera Madison is holding. Madison stops recording and lowers the camera after a job well done.
“Hey it’s almost 11:59pm, the Queen should be speaking at any moment now.” Madison says pointing towards the clock in the hotel room.
“That is her designated time, I wonder if we have time to pop some popcorn?”
“I wonder if she’ll go and train? Maybe she’ll go through more divorce drama? No, train or divorce or both? She’s so predictable.”