May 27th, 2022
It was days before I would begin my journey to war torn Ukraine and I lounged in my Hilton Washington Dulles Hotel. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed as I swirled a glass of whiskey in my left hand. I was trying to enjoy what I thought could end up being one of my last nights not ducking gunfire. Doc and Jack Marley were with me to see me off. In the past this would have probably annoyed me but I had begun to enjoy their company. It is good to hear differing opinions I had discovered because it had helped me grow as a man and as a five-star wrestler.
“Jack, I am happy you actually got me the good stuff. I haven’t had a glass of Whistlepig in what seems like forever,” I tipped the glass of whiskey towards Jack with a grin on my face.
Jack nodded back to me, “please don’t thank me because you honestly think you won’t see me again, mon.”
I rolled my eyes. He is such an emotional terrorist trying to get a hug or something out of me. “I am not sure what will happen, but you can rest assured that I will get my pound of flesh from The Board.”
The doc walked over to me and stood there with a serious look on his face. He cleared his throat and then put the original vial of the Miracle Medicine I had given him months ago on the table between the couch and him. “It is time to explain.”
I looked him in the eyes and then back down to my drink and chuckled to myself. This moment was bound to happen, and it may as well have been right before I dodge bullets like Neo. “I won’t need it any longer…is that what you mean?”
Jack fidgeted himself looking uncomfortable and walked to the other side of the hotel room and looked on. The Doc shook his head at me, “that is just another reason why I know it isn’t what it seems.”
I put the glass down and leaned back on the couch, “I don’t need anything to chemically motivate me any longer, doc. You have done well though and it isn’t like your job is over.”
The doc shook his head, “stop playing dumb, Steve. You had me create more and only used it on yourself. What we studied never seemed to show what you said.”
“What do you mean?”
“I never saw the heart rate increase that you played up. I never saw anything in your system that showed the energy you showed on the outside. I asked a colleague…”
I interrupted him angrily, “WHO DID YOU TELL?!?!?”
Doc looked around the room and took a step back from my yell, “a colleague of mine also could not understand what it actually did but we both agree it does not and never did give you motivation to wrestle.”
I stood up and walked over to the Doc and stared down at him. I was at least six inches taller than him, but this wasn’t about intimidating him. This was about getting him to agree with me. I patted his shoulder, “it was just a matter of time where you would finally ask me about this. It doesn’t matter because I am ready for the next step one way or another.”
He stared at me as I removed my hand from his shoulder, “What do you mean?”
I picked the vile up and stared at it. “It took a few months to understand why Will sent this to me through Sandy. He said it would help me with my memories which made little sense to me since I believed I had already remembered everything that had been erased,” I paused as my smile faded, “I was wrong of course.”
The doc looked back at me confused at what I was saying, “what are you saying?”
I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my wallet. I opened it up and grabbed the note from William Morris and pulled it out. I unfolded it and placed it on the table. “I made a joke about invisible ink, but I learned that for once my over acting mind was correct.”
Dr. Erman picked up the notes and read it and laughed and then shook his head as he handed the note back to me. “Is this some sort of joke?”
I folded the note back up and placed it back in my wallet. “I think it has already proven to not be a joke. You wanted an answer and just because you don’t like it, it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”
He took a deep breath, “Ok…IF and that’s a BIG if…”
I turned my back to him, “how else do I know you were there the day my mom left?”
I heard him take a few steps and then a loud noise. I turned around to see him looking confused slumped down in the chair in the corner of the hotel room. “You are saying that you have been taking this to see if it actually fixes memories?”
I sat back down on the couch and took a small sip of my decadent whiskey and nodded slowly. “I am not actually sure what it does, doc. I know that it is like a dream, and you can vividly see things you have forgotten.”
The Doc rubbed his chin, “it seems to strengthen or fix synapses in your brain so that old memories are once again intense again. This is all very amazing.”
I shrugged, “you believe now?”
He stopped and then looked at me, “I am not sure what to believe but I do know this is something your father would have worked on. You always need an antidote to your disease and as you know he wants to control everything.”
“The shot never did anything to me until after the match was over. I was always able to concentrate enough but as soon as a match was over, I would be flooded with a lot of things. And eventually, I would pass out or feel dizzy.”
He put his head in his hands and started rubbing his head. I assumed he was thinking as this was probably not what he thought was going to happen when he challenged me on the Miracle Medicine. He stopped finally and then peered between his fingers at me, “what is the endgame?”
“How much do you have?”
I sighed, “the medicine, doc. I want you to give me everything you have.”
“What’s the point– are you going to create a memory recovery company now?”
I fidgeted with my fingers as I tried to calm myself down after hearing his sarcasm. I looked up and chucked and then looked back down and cracked my knuckles. “No, doc, no. I didn’t care about my memories, and I am definitely not bringing attention to this because you know all too well where that will lead us.”
He nodded back to me, “that is a good point but if it doesn’t help with your wrestling where is this going?”
I grabbed my glass once again and finished my drink, “we are going to use it to free Rebecca from her brainwashing.”
Jack jumped from his corner and yelled with a scared tone excitedly, “WHOA, WHOA, THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SANDY WARNED US NOT TO DO!”
“What is the point of having the means and not using it to help your friends? What is the point of any of this if I cannot share it with those I care about? What is the point of this beautiful LSD Title if I cannot use the extra funds to save not just her…but all of us?”
Everyone went silent.
Jack dropped his head looking ashamed of what he said, “I get it, mon… but what can we do to that machine?”
“We have all the ingredients, we just need to put them together somehow,” I responded as calmly as I could since I had put everything out there to the two closest people to me these days that didn’t fight side by side with me.
The Doc and Jack both sighed at the same time and nodded back to me. I didn’t expect people to believe or put their lives on the line for something I wanted to do but I realized they agreed to stick by my side because they cared.
That night I slept better than I had in a while because I finally felt like I was progressing. It had been over eight months since I promised myself I would get Rebecca back and after I survive Ukraine, I would be one step closer to obtaining the only victory that could eclipse my LSD Championship.
I have witnessed a lot in the week I have been in Ukraine. I never thought that wrestling would bring me to an actual War Zone. We always try to be tough alpha males and claim to go to battle inside the ring, but those claims are now ridiculous. I have seen the bodies, I have seen the damage, and I have seen people looking like zombies flee from their homes that they have lived in for their whole lives. What it must feel like to believe you will never feel safe again in the one place you always felt secure makes you think of what you overreact to daily as an American..
First world problems aren’t just a meme when you realize what you complain about every day and then compare it to Ukraine. Does this suddenly make me a better person? Heh…no, I am just a visitor and after I win War Games I will be back in Virginia where I will complain about gas prices or the hot summer. What I can do is entertain the citizens who bravely come out to watch us compete and I can promise them that I will do just that.
Ironman Match will end with me still LSD Title and day ONE will end with me as a double champion. That is not hyperbole, that is logic because I will not be beaten no matter how long it takes or how much blood I must lose.
It is easy to just turn your head from danger but during my time here I have slowly walked into it. I had Oleg by my side and in War Games I have Solex and Clay Byrd and having someone who watches your back always helps you overcome personal challenges. The Board has spent their entire existence trying to put chinks in our armor by using our disdain for Conor Fuse against us all. It is amusing because they were just doing what we expected, and it will never make them a hero to us. They are just pigeons doing their utmost to get under our skin but from what I see they are taking this a lot more personally and have been thrown off their high perch already.
Hard to look down at someone when you act like you are being stomped on and I will do one better and leave my foot there. I will strangle the life out of The Board one member at a time until all that is left is the roars from the crowd cheering on the HOW Heroes.
Even people who cheat cannot defeat me these days.
Everyone says I think I am hot shit now because I finally won a singles title. It is such great insight like that, that makes The Highwaymen openly laugh at The Boards intelligence. I am hot shit? Just because if you were in my shoes you would act like Maverick from Top Gun…it doesn’t mean I have been.
I would love to hear about my egotistical ravings.
I would love to hear how I stopped working because I am so good now.
Of course, because I have worked even harder since I won this title. These are just uneducated ramblings from wrestlers who have zero creativity left in their bodies. Maybe it is time to retire guys because I am not slowing down and you just cannot keep up.
I am not hot shit. I am an unending hurricane that will not halt until everything in my way is destroyed. I am cocky because I have done it, but I will continue to work until you are all humiliated and left speechless.
You are all on notice and it is time to revoke your wrestling licenses.
David Noble, did you just say I got to War Games and didn’t deserve it?
What type of hypocritical moron has the awful foresight to make that comment when he had a couple opportunities to make it to War Games and failed. It took John Sektor relinquishing his spot for you to sign your life away with Lee Best and join his circus of jerks.
Now David Noble attempts to be a rogue. If you want a fight all you had to do was ask. Instead, you just stared at me and then instead of focusing on Carey you cried about Conor Fuse repeatedly. I am game for a fight, David. I have bled more inside a HOW ring in 2022 than most of the roster has combined. It isn’t like I wanted it to happen, but I am determined to win by any means necessary. You are the least threatening member of The Boards War Games team and that includes the recently included Scott Stevens. Ok, I apologize that might be going too far seeing as Scott Stevens is the worst. You both have a lot in common though: you never win and are both obsessed with Conor.
You wanting to punch me in the face is hilarious. I am acknowledging your existence right now which is more than you deserve. I cannot wait until you attempt to swing that noodle arm at me like you are suddenly a major league player and not a AAA+ player who is only in the big league right now because people lost their smiles.
Explain to me why I should take anything you seriously?
Have you won anything without Conor Fuse carrying you? Brian Hollywood doesn’t count, let’s be real.
Did you beat Bobbinette Carey?
Did you suddenly become something more than a lousy father and an even worse wrestler?
Those at the bottom always try to fight above their station but I suppose that goes without saying when the only thing you can do is fight upwards.
You are a bona fide fucking loser.
At War Games you will continue to be so and since you mention Pleasant more than I do maybe you can join him in obscurity.
Speaking of obscurity…
Scott Stevens is the dirt worst wrestler, and it is sad that Lee Best had no other options than bring this sniveling man child back into the fold. I would love to see The Board’s faces when they were told Stevens was part of the team. I can imagine Cecilworth Farthington just walking out and wishing them luck. I can imagine Jace rolling his eyes for so long he can no longer see. I imagine David Noble fist pumping to maybe not being the weakest link now.
It is a lot of fun to imagine things, but the reality is that Scott Stevens is an oaf. Welcome back to HOW I am happy you haven’t evolved at all. It is like you just stole trash talk from old promos and inserted into a 2022 promo and think that is passable. Look, man…it was bad then and now it is just pitiful.
Riding Cancer Jiles coattails? Check.
Knee injury? Check.
Funny, I am called self-absorbed by someone who cannot even do five minutes of research on his opponents. Do you really think what you said was good? That is the ultimate self-absorption, but the truth is you really think you are some edgy misunderstood intellect. I am LSD Champion because I am good and you stating it is my only accomplishment is laughable. It is funny because you are actually talking down to me when you haven’t won a damn thing in over ten years.
Nobody cares you were HOW Champion because in the here and now you are last place in the rankings. The only thing you have done is help Conor tack on some easy wins for his title reign. Does that make you proud of yourself? You love to always call out Conor but to everyone else it is mind numbing because you don’t even deserve the roster spot you have right now. Yet there you are always begging for title shots because winning one is the only identity you have. You are just a redneck that cannot even protect his own family but just maybe Mike Best will shake your hand if you win a title, and everything will be right in the world again.
I am going to insert my knee so hard through your neck that there will be no more comebacks for you, Scott. Continue to play the unsuspecting jester and at War Games you will learn why I am the LSD Champion, and you are still the joke you were when I first joined HOW.
Speaking of jokes…
I love how Jace Parker Davidson is always months behind a fad and then runs it to death. You know it is ok to let something rest. Another of many making a milk comment and that makes no sense to me since The Miracle Milk was destroyed before Jace even came back to HOW.
‘Oh…let me steal this joke.’
I would prefer you stick to tweeting at STRONK and twitter thots then trying to insult our intelligence with your tired worn out insults. You and Stevens are competing for the newest Hall of Fame member to flame out the fastest. God bless.
It is like defending myself against a kid. Who cares who I have beaten, Jace? I beat a quitter and a cheater but not many can say they have done that at all. Are you jealous you didn’t get to expose them but instead have won one singles match since you got back? I guess that’s an advantage of being part of The Board you don’t have to actually wrestle.
Jace moves like a snake looking for shade. His shade is always a member of the Best Family because God forbid, he would have to excite fans on his own merits. Heh, you were HoTV champion for 63 days and didn’t accomplish anything noteworthy. You are a puppet because the only ideas you can come up with yourself is burning someone, so you need to rely on people with actual functioning brains to tell you what to do.
Your loyalty is great, Jace even the most beat down dogs still crawl back to their owners. That is what you are to The Board. You are just a mut they don’t care about but don’t worry you will get the scraps after STRONK is done doing the real work.
Did you have a brain aneurysm? I am curious because you are going on a tangent about the same nonsense from last year when you GASP, beat me. You beat me when I had one leg. You beat me when I was the only one trying to keep us together. But…you did beat me. I seriously do not care anymore because I am finally happy that The Best Alliance imploded. I have moved on to better and bigger things while you went back to the same well as always.
It is all you know, Jace.
I don’t need to dislike you to break your neck but thankfully I dislike everything about you. You always talk about not needing friends or being fair because your gimmick of the annoying asshole is all you understand. I don’t NEED them either, but life is a lot more enjoyable when you can drink a beer with a pal while talking about how unoriginal The Boards games are.
If you think that makes me weak then you surely haven’t seen how I won this title or how I have defended it. I still fight by myself because The Highwaymen know I can fight my own battles. I don’t need special referees or stipulations in my favor to snap suplex after suplex against my opponents. That is the difference between then and now, Jace. I have moved on and become a better person and wrestler while you have just stood still and festered like a cold sore.
I am going to enjoy beating your words back into that big mouth of yours. Your opinion of me is stuck in the past and even if it weren’t it would still be wrong. I am not talented just like you don’t ask how old they are until after you download the pics from the dark web, you disgusting pervert. If we don’t finish you the feds will at some point anyway.
It doesn’t matter who I face after I defend the LSD Title and advance. I have already said I don’t care for my team other than Solex and Byrd but I am allowed to pick my battles for another time. This time is to oust The Board and to claim everything I am allowed to take.
It’s a Harracle for those who stand against me alright and The Miracles will be overflowing at War Games as your handsome bald champion Steve Harrison leads his team to victory.
June 10th, 2022.
Kaniv to Kyiv
It has been odd not speaking with The Boys. We all had to get here on our own but since we are not cowards, I am certain we all have survived and are better for it. I have been phoneless for almost a week now, so I have not been able to share the news with Jack and The Doc about Oleg. It was time to head to Kyiv to entertain people who were literally shellshocked. I am not arrogant enough to think we will be well received by people desperate and angry about their current plight, but I still planned on putting it all on the line for people brave enough to come out and watch us.
If I get booed.
If I get cheered.
It doesn’t matter how strong humpty dumpty Bobbinette Careys hands are I will leave her sobbing for Scotty to put her back together again. That is my job because without me we stand no chance against The Board and their shenanigans.
I walked out of the warehouse with Oleg in front of me with his partner and Ellis Jackson walking behind me playing on his cell phone. We were one day away from the spectacle that was War Games. Ellis had stated it would be safer to get to Kyiv and stay in one of his safe houses then not know what could happen the day of. Every day was different in this country and it isn’t like that should be a surprise but I still disliked not being able to have a solid plan.
We drove in silence for the most part as I looked out the window at old buildings now nothing but firewood for those who were now homeless. No matter where we went there were remnants of violence but Oleg didn’t care and Ellis just ignored it.
I finally looked over at Ellis, “we need to talk about what happens after War Games is over.”
Ellis laughed, “I don’t think you should have any issue leaving.”
“I meant about what I am about to request.”
Ellis looked back to his phone and started responding to a text, “can this wait, I am conducting some business here.”
I shook my head, “you have a warehouse full of dying animals, what business could you be conducting now?”
He looked up from his phone quickly with an angry look on his face, “that is why I have to move fast, Steve. This is why you couldn’t hack it with Miracle Enterprise and now just rely on,” he shuddered, “wrestling.”
I shrugged as I attempted to burst his insular off. He wasn’t wrong but that Miracle Enterprise would once again be making money just needed one missing piece back. I know I have started selling Joe Bergman Halitosis Mouthwash but I haven’t been able to fully market it to the neckbeards that come to shows. “Oleg and I have spoken and he will be coming with me back to America. I have a job for him and when it is completed he can come back to you.”
He laughed, “even if I would agree to that, how are you compensating me?”
The bulletproof limo took a sharp left turn and stopped at the side of the road. Oleg turned around, “I need to go do zis, Ellis.”
Ellis sighed, “since when did a wrestler need a trained mercenary, Steve? Are you leaning back into the past…I suppose someone who was around my brother and I when a teenager would not give up what they desire as an adult.”
The car started moving again and I let my breath out. I would not admit it but I held my breath and worried about being ambushed while we had been stopped. “Does that mean he can help me?”
Ellis put his phone down and crossed his arms, “what time of trouble do you plan on getting into?”
I smiled, “all of it.”