It takes a special kind of arrogance to be less of a partner then me. We went through enough trust exercises then I could ever imagine having to do to win Tag Team Gold.
We won though.
I guess we are the BEST tag team as crazy as that sounds.
It must be nice to partner with The Miracle Man because I did all the work and he got the glory. How small of a man do you have to be to steal a pin and celebrate with both titles when you are already World Champion?
A microscopic one and one that daily remembers getting beaten by me.
That is the truth and he won’t admit it, but it doesn’t mean anything to me any longer. These tag titles are the only things that matter to me now. The Best Alliance took back the advantage on Saturday even if the Pikey Fuck didn’t carry his weight.
Backstage After Main Event
Steve Harrison kicks open the locker room of Cancer Jiles. Jiles turns surprised with a bottle of champagne in his hand as he listens to his own theme music over and over like the twat he is. There is nobody else in the room but Jiles is acting like it is a huge party. He has food laid out on a table and all three title belts laying next to each other on the same table.
“Uh…oh…Steve, welcome to the party,” Jiles says with a smirk, his sunglasses not giving anything away.
Steve shakes his head. He bends over and wipes his boots clean from the marks on them caused from kicking the door open. “Must have forgotten to send me an invite.”
“Laser had one job.”
Harrison nods and points at the title on the table, “hand it over.”
Jiles bends down to the table and then comes back up with a piece of Pizza in his hands, “Pepperoni, ok?”
Harrison literally stares at the ceiling and begins shaking his fists in annoyance of having to put up with Cancer. He looks back down to see Jiles smiling at him. Harrison smacks the pizza out of his hand, “good lord. Are you trying to be this annoying? Partying by yourself with champagne and pizza like you are better than the rest of us. Also…those titles were won by ME you just got the pin like a cockroach.”
Jiles sits the champagne down and pauses his theme music. “I am the World Champion…so yes, I am better than EVERYONE. But this look in your eyes, I was waiting for it. Are you finally ready for War Games, Steve?”
“Oh, don’t you try to blame what transpired to end the match and afterwards as extra motivation for me. I know you secretly don’t want that, bud,” Harrison says with a smile as it is his time to poke the world champion now.
Jiles turns his back as he tries to hide a frown. He points at the titles, “of course you can have your half of the tag titles.”
Harrison walks over and picks it up, “you should be happy you finally have a partner that doesn’t always have eGG on his face. Maybe…you know, a longer reign could occur,” The Miracle Man turns and goes to walk out of the locker room with a smirk on his face.
The Cool One shrugs and picks up both of his titles, “I still have two, bro.” Jiles puts his finger up as if he just thought of something important and his smile comes back, “not sure you know yet, but you are already booked again for next week.”
Steve groans and turns back, “of course I am, someone has to get fans to buy tickets.”
“Hold that title tight for both of us, Steve… we don’t want another night like two Saturdays ago, right?” Jiles responds as his shades tilt down so you can barely see his eyes.
Steve pauses with his hand on the doorknob a visible grimace on his face and nods, “never again,” he turns the knob and heads out of the room with his newly won HOW Tag Team Title.
General Jiles can sit back and watch this week as I strangle the comeback out of Sean Stevens’s wrestling career. My ego project is back on track and that is bad news for all of you because that means I have been forgiven…slightly.
There is no true day off when you are required to answer to a broken blind man who relishes others being hurt. The squeals and screams of those that disappoint him probably give him hard wood. The tag titles are just the start of this new journey as the de facto heart and soul of The Best Alliance. Just nod in agreement to that because I never said I was the leader, but I can drag us all with a cocky grin on my face to the holy land. I don’t need to talk down to them for them to be motivated to perform with ME and that is where my new buddy and I differ.
But the G’Odd Couple proved its dominance no matter how I may have felt about the proceedings.
Oh, someone should warn Benny to keep his drunken mouth shut around me for the time being.
Someone should also let Sean Stevens know that I have not forgotten how he destroyed my kiosk and put a chair to my throat. I may have started this, but you won the last battle… that began quite a bad two weeks for me until I won the tag titles. The truth is I am looking forward to this because The Miracle Man wishes to bury the past and create a future where you legends look up to ME.
I should have sued you for all the damaged merchandise, but I realize there must be a reason you are back wrestling. From how you have performed it isn’t because you missed it, Sean. You have half heartedly come back barely being seen. It took me knocking you senseless for anyone in HOW to give a shit about you. I guess you needed SOMEONE to wake you up from whatever career hangover you were in. I will give myself a pat on my back because here I am GIVING back to the wrestling world by handing a relic a chance to mean something again.
Which brings me back to why the hell you came back if this is how wretched you are going to perform.
Are you destitute?
Do you want your woman to be excited when she sees you again?
Did you miss being talked down to by LT and hugged by Dan Ryan’s clean-shaven murder arms? (For real, him being pale and hairless is fucking creepy).
Just going through the motions is not going to get you far in HOW. If people think Bobby Dean is the bottom of the barrel, wait till they get a hold of you stuck beneath the barrel being drowned by month old rainwater and worm feces.
That means you don’t even register as a performer here, Sean. You need some new letters to replace your prehistoric XXX, how about LLL, because all you do is take L’s like Conor Fuse in tag matches. Oh, you beat High Flyer…there is no punchline to that because High Flyer is a punchline on his own. You also beat…some guy who already quit. I am happy you found yourself something to hang your hat on, but this is a match against ME, and I won’t hesitate to hurt a member of AARP.
Heh, I know you aren’t that old, put down your strongly worded handwritten letter to Lee.
Patience is not a virtue when you have already won it all in your career, Sean. What are you waiting for? For someone to mark out because you are back and just place you in title matches because you wrestled in CSWA and gave amazing back rubs to Dan in Empire?
I am happy though because once again The Miracle Man has given life back to a fucking wrestling mummy. This is what I do, Sean. I give people the Miracles they didn’t know they wanted. You needed something to do.
I help you get your groove back…you are welcome Stella.
I don’t need any pushovers. I want someone motivated and hungry at beating me because there is more joy in destroying someone who cares then someone already checked out. Don’t let your past confuse your current self though, Sean. You insult everyone by claiming you were on auto pilot but now you have taken control of the wheel. It doesn’t work like that. You don’t have anything left in that tank and that E you keep seeing doesn’t just mean empty it means existential as in the crisis your career is about to feel when you get crippled by the BEST.
I am sure you believe that you have it all figured out now, but you don’t. You are who you are, and it is someone who once held the world in his hand but now has trouble holding onto a glass of water too long because of all his old injuries. Take your newfound confidence and bring it, Mr. Stevens. I want you to charge in as fast as you possibly can at… your age, with that angry look on your face and I will rearrange that face with my left forearm so when you look in the mirror you will question who the hell is looking back.
I hope your kid gets CTE…then you guys will have something in common. That is all, I just wanted to show you my 80’s throwback insult style.
A lot of wrestlers in HOW seem to have some sort of obsession with me and I have navigated that safely for the time being. You seem to think that I haven’t been thinking of getting you in that ring, Stevens. It isn’t because you ruined some merch either. As you have stated I want to defeat all the legends and you have that reputation. I will not deny that I once respected you and thought you were a hell of a performer but that was when I wasn’t in the business.
This business is just a snake eating its own tail.
I don’t trust my own allies.
I don’t trust my own lackey.
I don’t trust anything I cannot pay off with ice cold cash.
I will attack you before the bell. I will poke you in the eyes. I will kick you in the balls. I will pull whatever is left of your hair out.
What I am trying to say is I don’t care how I do it…but I am going to leave you bloodied and beaten. The next thing you will see between the blood in your eyes and the roof is my hand being raised in victory. I guess you are just always on autopilot, bud.
The biggest moment of my life is not resurrecting your career, Sean. You should be on both your knees praying towards your prophet, Steve Harrison not wasting your time in Starbucks getting the only thing that can get your wife’s heart racing these days.
I feel like you missed the point too. You cannot claim you are excited for this match and then finish your mumble mouth rant by claiming it is just any other day.
It doesn’t work like that. I don’t work like that. This is the type of tripe bullshit that makes me rage in anger. The disrespect has not gone unnoticed.
If I need to mush mouth that ugly mouth of yours with my bullshit gimmick tag titles I will. Get a good look at them because it will be the closest you will come to touching any title in HOW.
I am not only your reaper…
…I am also your new best friend.
Praise be to ME: Steve Harrison.
March 24th, 2021
Miracle Enterprise Apartment
The story for another time is now.
Weeks after Rebecca had disappeared again William Morris had come back with several bandages on his arms and a very dark tan. It was a nod for a nod, and I mentioned it was nice to have a competent member of Miracle Enterprises back even if he is still a very odd person to me. Jack Marley had been daily telling me that we should let it go because nothing good will come out of this situation that seems to be repeating itself just to annoy me more.
I thought I had some boob.
Nah, I was the boob.
“What have you actually done?” William asked me after I had given him the details of Rebecca’s appearance and then sudden disappearance again and how she had been acting strangely.
I looked over at Jack who shrugged at me. I grimaced because what I was about to say was pathetic to me, “not much.”
“Has wrestling been that busy for you?” I nodded but also scratched my hand a little bit, a tell in poker that I might not be completely honest with my answer. William noticed, “what else?
I dropped my hand to my side, “It is not just being busy with wrestling. I am busy with everything since she went missing. I am doing more than I have in a long time and then when I think of finding her, I get a headache because as sad as it sounds, I have no idea what to do.”
Will points at Jack with his bandaged up right arm, “I am sure he hasn’t been much help.”
Jack moves his arms insulted at that comment but then nods, “you got me, mon. I don’t trust her and the only thing that can come from all of this is more questions.”
“You know damn well, William that I am used to this nonsense by now and have seen way too much craziness to believe this isn’t the same thing.”
I sighed and sat down, “I really don’t want to hire a new person though.”
The assassin with a heart of gold shakes his head, “seriously…the first stop is the security office in this building. They should have tape of her leaving the building that day.”
Steve lowers his head ashamed of himself for not thinking of this, “yea, I feel stupid now.”
The Morris Man shrugged, “this is my job, your job is to keep winning matches and bring Miracle Enterprise to heights never seen before.”
I nodded with a smile on my face because who doesn’t love being complimented, “ok, let’s do this.”
Twenty Minutes Later
“You give us the footage, or my friend here is going to spend some quality time— alone with you,” I motioned behind me to the intimidating figure of William Morris.
We had barged into the security office demanding the recordings from March 2nd. The security guard sat behind his desk sitting in his worn-out tan chair. He was a slightly overweight man with his hair beginning to thin. He stares in fear at William who takes a few steps towards him cracking his right knuckle and then his left.
I moved to the right and waved William on. He passed me and got within two feet of the security guard and looked him up and down. He grabbed the man’s name tag and looked at it, “So… Fred, what’s it going to be?”
Fred, our new security guard friend put his hands up to indicate he did not want any trouble, “look, man I don’t have anything.”
William dropped the name tag and patted Fred on the head, “that’s a… lie,” he said lie with as much venom as possible without yelling or ripping the man’s ear off.
I leaned against the wall with a cocky grin as usual on my face when I wasn’t being threatened about losing an eye that is. “What’s the problem here, Fred, do you not enjoy hearing the birds chirp?”
Fred side eyed me and then back at the scarred arms of William who had folded his arms against his chest. “Better than being dead,” he said softly, his head dropping to stare at the floor.
Williams raised his left eyebrow interested in what was just said. “That is something we would like you to expand on.”
Fred shook his head and muttered to himself and then looked up, “he had three guys the size of you, man…they had guns and knew who and where my family was.”
I took a step forward from leaning against the wall. I stood next to Will and my smile went away swiftly not liking what I just heard. “Just point to what we need, Fred. I don’t care kif you are more scared of the other people because unfortunately for you…you will see me a lot more often.” I pointed at Morris, “he is never far behind.”
He finally succumbed to the pressure and pointed at a metal desk. We opened a drawer and DVDs with dates on them were piled on top of each other. William started tossing them left to right as he attempted to look for the correct date. His arm went up, “found it.”
I smiled, “toss it in, I am sure Fred won’t mind watching with us.”
Fred gulped but slowly nodded not trying to create any more drama then he is already part of. “Ok.”
Morris put the DVD into Fred’s laptop and we started watching the security footage. It did not take long before I was pushing fast forward knowing at least the time frame when it probably occurred. “THERE!” I yelled excitedly as I pointed at the monitor.
The video showed her being walked out of the apartment building by two big guys just like Fred had described them as being. A car rolls up and stops in front of them. A door opened and I paused the video. It was difficult to see the entire car as the camera was only able to see the second half of it. Suddenly…because we all forgot he was there Jack Marley pointed.
“I know that car!” He said and then covered his mouth as he looked over at me, realizing he should not have said what he said.
I sighed, “surprise,” I said sarcastically. “I also know who is probably sitting in the back seat of that car. I would like to know all the details for how well you know him, Jack.”
Jack looked around a worried look now on his face, “he helped me get The Miracle Whip.”
I rolled my eyes, “Ok, well this explains why I don’t remember much about that night. My dad will use any trick in the book to stay ahead of any situation.”
William nodded and Jack slinked back with his head down. “grab the security footage, we have a lot of ground to make up,” I said as I walked out of the security office.
We are still behind.
Always in that ominous shadow.