Ominous Message Pt.1

Ominous Message Pt.1

Posted on March 26, 2024 at 6:31 am by John Sektor

The luxurious limousine glided to a stop outside of Lee Best’s sprawling manor in sunny Miami. After a successful trip to New Jersey where he had defended his HOTv championship and emerged victorious in the LBI with the maximum three points, The Gold Standard was finally back home. But there was no time for rest as he prepared for his next challenge – a fatal four way match at Madison Square Garden during March to Glory. His heart raced thinking about facing off against fellow Alliance member Steve Solex, old friend Silent Witness, and rising star Charles De Lacy. And if he were to emerge victorious, he would have to go head-to-head with the World Champion and son of God himself, Michael Lee Best.

Even though it was only mid-afternoon, Sektor felt weary from all his travels. He couldn’t even begin to think about the upcoming matches, all he wanted was to see his daughter and relax before diving into a grueling training camp.

As the driver opened his door, Sektor stepped out and closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the Miami sun on his face. The sweet scents of blooming flowers, salt air, and freshly cut grass filled his senses, bringing him a sense of relief at being back home.


His heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he heard the joyful cry of his daughter. He opened his eyes and saw her running towards him, a big grin on her face. She collided with his stomach, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. He figured she must have been watching from her bedroom window.

“I missed you!” she exclaimed.

He couldn’t help but smile even wider. There was nothing quite like the unwavering love of a daughter, especially one who had started to forget about him until they were reunited.

“I missed you too, kid,” he said, stroking her hair and giving a grateful nod to the driver who passed them while carrying his bags into the house. “Did you watch the Match?”

“YES! You were fucking amazing,” she gushed, overflowing with excitement.

“Watch your language,” he reminded her, trying to sound serious but still grinning.

“Sorry, but you were. You did it! You’re in the finals,” she gasped, genuinely overcome with enthusiasm.

He laughed and put an arm around her shoulder, gently turning her towards the house.

C’mon, let’s go inside.”

As they walked together, Chloe’s face suddenly changed as she remembered something.

She paused, her expression turning serious. “I have some news,” she said uneasily. “Some weird men have moved into the house.”

Sektor slammed on the brakes and his face transformed from joy to fear and confusion in an instant. “What? Who are these men?” he asked anxiously, scanning the house for any signs of them.

“I didn’t catch all their names, but one is bald and uses a wheelchair. He also has an eyepatch and a large scar. He insisted I call him ‘Uncle Lee,'” she explained.

Sektor’s tense shoulders relaxed as he let out a relieved sigh. “That’s Lee, my boss. This is his house, remember?”

“Oh, right,” she replied, realization dawning on her face. “I guess it makes sense that he would live with us then.”

Sektor still wore a puzzled frown as he gazed at the house, wondering why Lee had returned to his Miami home.

“Me neither. But it’s his house so if he want’s to stay here then that’s that.”

Chloe just shrugged as though it didn’t really bother her to begin with.

“Who are the other guys?” he asked.

“Just one other,” she explained. “A blonde haired guy who always looks really confused.”


“Yeah! It took me a minute to figure out why Lee kept shouting America. I just thought he really loved his country,” she continued to explain.

Sektor forced a smile but his look of concern could not be concealed.

“When you speak to him, will you ask him to keep his damn music down?” she asked.

Sektor raised an eyebrow.


Every night he gets drunk and starts singing at the top of his lungs. Something about being ‘proud to be an American?’ And ‘tell me lies?’”

Sektor chuckled.

“Yep, sounds like Lee alright.”

As they walked towards the house, Sektor couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Something about Lee’s return to his home seemed off; it was almost as if he was there to keep tabs on him. But Sektor knew better than to question his boss. He had learned long ago that Lee Best’s ways were unpredictable and dangerous.

Inside the house, Sektor was greeted by a bustling hive of activity. EPU agents were everywhere, setting up cameras and equipment. Lee Best was nowhere to be seen, but Sektor could tell that his presence was still very much felt. He walked up to the blonde-haired man, Christopher America, who was still looking confused and out of place.

“Chloe, why don’t you go chill out in your room for a while?” he asked her quietly.

Her face sank with disappointment.

“Seriously?” she complained. “You just got back!”

“I know, but I have to take care of some things. It won’t take long, I promise. Then I’ll spend all my time with you.”

She huffed and walked away without saying anything else, as Sektor took a deep breath and prepared himself to meet America.

“Hello Chris,” he greeted in a flat tone.

America swung around, appearing slightly startled as he regarded Sektor, looking him up and down.

“You must be Sektor,” America replied, extending a firm hand.

Sektor’s jaw nearly hit the floor when he learned that America didn’t recognize him. At first, he thought it was just a joke, but there was something off about Chris. He still looked muscular, though maybe slightly leaner than when they had last seen each other. It made sense, considering the possibility that he hadn’t been training for quite some time. His appearance was unchanged; it was his manner of speaking that seemed different.

“Jesus,” Sektor exclaimed, disregarding America’s outstretched hand and just staring at him in disbelief.

America cleared his throat and awkwardly pulled back his hand.

“So it really is true,” Sektor said, still in shock.

Chris avoided eye contact with him, appearing embarrassed.

“Lee wanted me to tell you that you’re to come and see him as soon as you arrive. He’ll be in his room. I trust you know where that is?”

Sektor’s face softened. For a moment he felt almost sorry for America.

“Yeah, I know where it is. Thanks.”

As Sektor walked towards Lee’s room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his stomach like a rock. The sight of the house filled with EPU agents and the apparent confusion of Chris America just added to his growing sense of discomfort.

Chloe wasn’t exaggerating as he could hear Lee’s booming voice from down the hall way.

“Turrrrrrrrrrrn and faaace the strange, CH-CH-CHANGES!”

Sektor smirked and checked his watch.

“Guess it’s five o’clock somewhere,” he mumbled to himself.

He knocked on Lee’s door and braced himself for the encounter. The voice from inside the room grew louder and more incoherent with each passing moment.

“Come in!” Lee called out, already slurring his words. Sektor pushed the door open and entered, the scent of stale liquor already filling his nostrils. Lee was sitting propped up in his bed, a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan in hand, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“Well, well, well,” Lee said, barely recognizing his own son. “Looky what we have here,” he chuckled, snorting afterward. “Little back to the future reference there for ya.”

He struggled to lift his arms as he gestured for Sektor to take a seat by his bed.

“The man, the myth, the Legend. The MACHINE. My hitman. The Gold fucking Standard John Sektor, ladies and germs..” he hiccupped, golf clapping Sektor who awkwardly approached his bed.

“That’s quite the intro,” Sektor said with a smile, nervously sitting down onto a chair at the side of Lee’s bed.

“You did it, man. Never doubted ya. You and Steve, big SWOLE!” he yelled, taking another gulp of Morgan. “You both did me fucking proud. Now the odds of keeping the World title in the hands of the Alliance are firmly in our favour.”

Sektor smiled, allowing himself to enjoy the praise from his boss. His eyes soon sorrowed as he saw the folded up wheelchair next to the bed. Lee saw this and smiled.

“Hey, don’t feel too sorry for me. You should see the nurse I hired.”

Lee stared at Sektor and the Gold Standard shifted awkwardly in his chair.

“Are you – are you trying to wink at me?” Sektor asked.

“Oh-shit, my bad. Wrong eye. DRINK!”

Sektor rubbed his temples as his boss took another drink. He was too travel tired to be dealing with Lee in that state.

“We’ll get him,” Lee said firmly, catching Sektor off guard.

Sektor saw a more serious expression on the disfigured face of his boss and so he nodded.

“But we have more urgent matters to discuss. I know I might look hammered right now. Because I am. But everything I’m about to say is serious.”

Some time later..

Sektor exited the room and closed the door quietly behind him. What Lee had just told him had already begun to weigh heavily on his mind. His teeth instantly clenched as the sound of Justin Timblerake’s ‘Cry me a river’, being drowned out by Lee’s voice, bellowed from inside the room.

Sektor took a deep breath as he walked down the hall, trying to clear his mind of Lee’s ominous words. He found himself standing in front of the door to Chloe’s room, wondering if he should check on her. After all, he had left her there earlier with an unfriendly atmosphere and now, hearing the ruckus from Lee’s room, she must be even more confused and distressed.

As he turned the door handle, he peaked inside to see her sat at her window, arms folded and staring out. He approached and saw her stern reflection in the window.

“You alright, kiddo?”

“I heard what Lee said,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going away again, aren’t you?”

It was clear Chloe had been eaves dropping but had likely only heard fragments of the conversation from inside the the thick walls of Lee’s bedroom.

His initial reaction was to lecture her about listening in to peoples private conversations. However, his fear of disappointing her and bringing back abandonment issues found the slither of empathy that hid deep in his cold heart.

“Chloe, you knew I’d be going away-”

“Yes, but…” she trailed off, unable to find the words to express the hurt she felt.

Sektor sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knelt down next to her, looking into her big green eyes. “Chloe, you know-”

He choked on his words as he suddenly had an epiphany.

“Chloe, instead of moping around and feeling sorry for yourself, why don’t you be productive and pack your bag?” he suggested with a playful smirk.

Her expression shifted to one of disbelief.

“Wait, you mean..”

“Yes, you’re coming with me-ahh..”

Before he could finish his sentence, she had wrapped her delicate yet strong arms around him in a tight hug. While she had hugged him before, this time it felt different; there was genuine emotion behind it. For the first time since they were brought back together… he felt loved.

The following morning..

“This is so cool.”

Chloe was in awe of the luxurious interior of the private jet as she stepped inside. Her father, visibly drained, tossed his cabin bag into an overhead compartment and slumped into a plush leather chair. He operated a lever with his right hand to prop up his feet and recline slightly.

Meanwhile, Chloe eagerly selected her own seat and began exploring the monitor that swung down in front of her. She couldn’t contain her excitement when she saw the extensive collection of games and media available for her entertainment during the flight.

But while Chloe was happily occupied, Sektor’s mind was consumed with thoughts. The conversation he had with Lee weighed heavily on him. Despite Lee being drunk, Sektor knew that there was truth in what he said.

They were heading to New York to begin Sektor’s training camp for March to Glory. He had planned to rest in Miami for a couple of days but Lee returning home changed those plans. He also potentially had two matches to train for, one of them for the World championship so there was no real time to rest. He could rest when the title was around his waist – he told himself.


Sektor’s train of thought was interrupted by the high-pitched excitement in his daughter’s voice. He turned to see Eve, his fiery-haired apprentice, entering the cabin and being hugged tightly by his daughter. He had forgotten to mention that Eve would be joining them on their trip.

“Hey Chloe,” Eve smiled, returning the embrace with enthusiasm. “This is amazing,” she remarked, taking in the luxurious interior of the plane.

Sektor remained silent as he refocused his attention on the window, gazing out at nothing and returning to his contemplations.

After a few moments, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing their imminent departure. Eve and Chloe chattered excitedly, their voices blending together in the small cabin. Sektor sat back in his seat, closing his eyes as he tried to push away the weight of his thoughts.

As the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off into the sky, Sektor felt a sense of unease settle in his chest. Despite the excitement buzzing around him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something ominous loomed on the horizon.

Hours passed as they flew towards New York, the landscape far below changing from lush greenery to sprawling cityscape. Chloe had fallen asleep with her head resting against Eve’s shoulder, her peaceful expression tugging at Sektor’s heartstrings.

Eve’s head turned, as if she could feel someone staring at her. She smiled upon seeing her mentor gazing at his daughter.

“I’m a bit surprised that you’re bringing her,” Eve whispered, careful not to wake Chloe.

Sektor’s chest tightened with worry.

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” he confessed, already fearing for her safety. “I couldn’t leave her in that house, especially with the EPU lurking around and Lee being in such a chaotic state. It just didn’t feel right.”

Eve nodded, understanding his reasoning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect her,” Eve reassured him with a smile. “No one will get past me if they manage to bypass the EPU.”

Sektor looked at Eve with concern evident in his eyes. After a moment, he nodded in gratitude but still couldn’t shake off his unease.

The flight to New York seemed never-ending for Sektor as he grappled with his inner turmoil. The constant drone of the plane’s engines only served to amplify his unease, and he found himself unable to relax despite the plush surroundings of the private jet.

Eve noticed Sektor’s restlessness and reached out a comforting hand to him. “Are you alright?” she asked softly, her emerald eyes filled with concern.

Sektor forced a tight-lipped smile, attempting to reassure Eve. “I’m fine, just tired from the long journey,” he replied, though his words lacked conviction.

Eve studied him for a moment, sensing that there was more weighing on Sektor’s mind than just exhaustion. She knew better than to press further and decided to give him some space, returning her attention to Chloe who was still asleep beside her.

As the plane descended towards New York City, Sektor’s apprehension only grew. The impending training camp for March to Glory loomed

larger with each passing moment, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He knew he had a lot on his plate, what with training for two potential matches, including the World championship, but the nagging sensation that something was wrong kept gnawing at him.

Eve and Chloe stirred as the plane began its descent, and soon, the glittering skyline of New York City came into view. The three of them looked out the window in awe at the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets below.

As they began their descent into New York City, Sektor’s phone buzzed with a message. His eyes rolled as he read the message.

Fuck me dead,” he groaned, shaking his head.

“What is it?” Eve asked, curiously.

“Confirmation of booking,” he explained. “Seems someone has booked a press conference on my behalf for tomorrow afternoon.”

“No rest for the wicked, huh?”

“Pay-per-views, kid. It’s hectic and you’ll experience it for yourself one day.”

His phone buzzed once again, catching up with new data as he got more signal. He glanced at the screen and felt a chill run down his spine. It was a text from an unknown number, with just one word:


He furrowed his brow, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the ominous message. Before he could dwell on it further, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing their imminent landing. Tucking his phone away, Sektor tried to push aside the unease that gripped him as the plane descended towards New York City.

The landing was smooth, and as they taxied towards the private terminal, Chloe stirred from her slumber and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“Are we there?” she asked groggily, stretching her arms above her head.

Sektor nodded, managing a small smile for his daughter. “Yep, we’ve arrived in New York.”

Forcing a smile to his daughter, he returned his gaze to his phone and glared at the ominous message with concern. It was one that had only questions not answers.

Who sent it?

What did it mean?

What was the motive behind it?

His first thought turned to Jace. Jace was the one who attacked Lee and positioned himself as general manager. Sektor had threatened him. Was this Jace trying to fuck with him?

Who else could it be?


Perhaps this was a tactic to unsettle Sektor before March to Glory and perhaps prevent him from even making it to the main event. Sektor believed in his heart that he would be Mike’s last choice as an opponent, given their previous battles and the success that Sektor has had over him in the past.

But that just wasn’t Mike’s style – he thought to himself. Still, he had to consider every possibility. Sektor’s mind raced with possibilities as he tried to decipher the cryptic message. He couldn’t shake the feeling that danger lurked around every corner, especially in the high-stakes world of professional wrestling where rivalries ran deep and grudges were never forgotten.

He was so distracted that he hadn’t noticed how close they were to landing and almost jumped out of his seat and the wheels of the plane slammed into the tarmac of the runway.

It was a sharp reminder that he needed to focus his mind. He had arrived in New York to train and prepare for the next step in his career. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted and tried to comfort himself that this was probably just one of his opponents trying to unsettle him. He had used similar mind games many times throughout his career with varying results. That’s all it was. A feeble attempt to disrupt his mental preparations before the huge match.

Still, he thought –

– what if it wasn’t?