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June 14th, 2021
The Car says it is 84 degrees as Steve Harrison parks his car. It is a rental car of course since he will not drive The Miracle Whip regardless of the cost. He pushed the window button and stared as the driver side window quickly shut. He took a deep breath and his shoulders slumped as he put his right hand on his key to turn the ignition off. He turns the car off and slowly opens the car door and steps out. He shields his eyes with his right hand and then reaches in his car and grabs his Miracle Enterprise Cancer Jiles sunglasses and puts them on with no sense of irony. He rubs down his black tie to make sure it is straight on his white button up dress shirt and then turns to see the sunshine on the trees and hundreds upon hundreds of Tombstones amidst hills and carefully cut green grass.
“Glad you could make it.”
Harrison turns to see Sandy Reed-Lawson standing by herself with a beautiful black dress making it obvious why his trainer had married her. She matched it with black heels and stared at Steve with her right hand on her hip and a sly smile on her face. Steve grimaces and responds, “What do you want?”
CUT
to be continued
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June 6th
Tokyo Dome
I sat alone after War Games had ended in my locker room with a towel on the top of my beautiful bald head. I had already showered and tossed a Puma tracksuit on, with Miracle Enterprise etched on the back of it. My head down as I stared at the floor tiles as I remembered my failure. I tapped my foot and mumbled to myself about the outcome and what if anything it meant to me. The light flickered and I watched as Jack Marley walked from the corner he was in towards the light. He tapped it with his right index finger, and it lit back up normally. He walked towards me and stood in front of me. I looked at him and rolled my eyes, not in the mood to talk to anyone after watching Sutler Kael win the title I coveted.
“Yea?”
“It is ok to celebrate when your team won.”
I shook my head, the light from the bulb shining off my head and into Jack’s eyes. He put his hand up for a second, but I ignored it and continued, “I was pinned by the last guy picked for kickball in school.”
“He…”
I cut Jack off, “I was pinned by a child who still gets hot pockets sent down to him by his mom when he is going all Cartman on World of Warcraft.”
“Yea, but…”
I stood up and put my hand up in Jack’s face so he would be quiet, “I was pinned by a kid who is so pale he makes Dan Ryan look lively or maybe it is that he scares ghosts? It is probably both because the last time he looked at the sun, High Flyer was relevant.”
Jack nodded, “I get all of that, mon, but you had a really difficult two weeks just be proud you are alive at this point.”
I looked inquiringly back at Jack, my eyebrow raising, “what does that mean?”
Jack began to sweat and took a piece of paper out of his pocket, “so you know…uh a security guard gave me this and said it was from Igor.”
I snatched the paper from Jack’s hand before he could finish saying that traitor’s name. “I guess he could swim, that is unfortunate but not unexpected.”
“Do you want any water or…”
I shook the letter at him, “do you not want me to read this? And whiskey, Jack, I want some fucking whiskey that hasn’t changed!”
“Uh…”
“Please.”
“HUH?!?!?!?”
I sighed realizing Jack is still having trouble getting a please from me. “Do not make this awkward, Jack.”
Jack nodded and played with his one big dreadlock, “it isn’t a bad thing, mon, but it will take getting used to,” he finished with a smile. It was odd to not get angry at Marley smiling at me but combining who I am with who I was, was going to be a very long process I felt.
I took the letter and opened it and read it slowly, my eyes darting back and forth with each word. Each word my eyes got bigger and then a frown came upon my face.
“I am sorry to inform you that William Morris was found dead by an apparent drug overdose. If you want to talk through your grief…”
I crumpled the paper in my hand with all the rage I could muster after being involved in War Games, feeling exhausted and tossed it against the wall. Jack walked over and picked the paper up and flattened it out and read it to himself. I turned away and stared at the wall, my hands clenching so hard blood began to drip from my palms.
‘THIS IS BULLSHIT, MON!” Jack angrily yelled uncontrollably.
His emotion snapped me out of it and I released my hands as I remembered William worked for me for a short amount of time but Jack had known him for over ten years and my rage was selfish. I sighed and turned to see Jack wiping tears from his eyes. I shook my head angrily knowing that William would not overdose nor even use drugs. He was a man that liked to fight and I knew damn well where he was the past few weeks which means he fell into the same clutches as Rebecca did.
Right when I started to get right everything around me fell apart.
I felt like the epicenter of an earthquake and it wasn’t only me getting hurt…I was actually the lucky one right now. I walked over and patted Jack on the shoulder, “sorry…I forgot it wasn’t only about me.”
Jack finished rubbing his eyes and looked at me with bloodshot eyes, “wha…wha…what can we do, mon?”
I paused and dropped my left hand from Jack’s shoulder. I knew this wasn’t ME but at the same time it was ME and I didn’t feel bad about it. I felt horrible about what I just read and every day I felt like I was a curse to those around me. Wrestling was my dream and then it was something to push Miracle Enterprise and help me push narratives to fight against my father, but now?
Well now…it is where I will get my grief out.
My anger.
My desperation.
My desire.
My needs.
My wants.
My everything.
It is all I have now, what could I possibly do to my father and that organization when I cannot even keep those around me from dying or becoming mindless zombies.
I looked back at Jack and rubbed my head nervously, “I don’t have an answer this time, man…I don’t have an answer.”
My time in Tokyo ended poorly to say the least. I looked on at Jack who nodded back at me. I realized to move forward is to be thrown in a maze that is inescapable with anything but using your brain and it might be better to just avoid the maze altogether.
The coward’s way?
Maybe it is just a yearning to finally live.
Ten years in a coma.
Ten fucking years lost.
My mind altered.
My life was destroyed.
If it ever was a life worth living anyway.
Can anyone blame me for wanting to forget everything and start my life finally?
“What about Rebecca?” Jack suddenly asked me.
Oh yea.
I had almost forgotten that there was someone that still needed me in this world. I sighed and my forehead began to get wet from this situation. I rubbed it, wiped it on my pants and looked back at Jack, “what do you want me to do, Jack?”
He stared down at his feet, “get a time machine.”
I smiled by accident, but that response was so ridiculous that a smile was the only thing I could muster. I shook my head and bended down and grabbed my bag. “Let’s get out of here. If there is one thing, I can do right now it is pay my respects and then knock some vertebrae out of anyone who dares step to me in the ring.”
Like that I was gone.
Like that I had nothing.
Like that I had everything in front me.
Like that I decided to win against all odds.
Sayonara Japan.
Hello HOW, yall better pray because your time is up, and I will not hesitate to win what I have dreamed about since I was a child.
—
Dan Ryan, you are a conniving distrustful animal. You play into this murder daddy persona to the detriment of everyone around you.
Your family hates you.
Your associates hate you.
Hell man, you hate you.
What type of man convulses in pure joy when they almost kill an opponent in the ring? I suppose one that pals around with Mike Best and all his bullshit deathmatch fantasies. I presume you both want to die because you cannot look in the mirror in the morning and see someone worth a damn. I agree, Dan. What you did to Jatt Starr was despicable, yet you will wear that on your doughy arm like a badge of honor.
Pathetic.
I will never announce to the world that Jatt Starr and I are buddies but that doesn’t make your actions any less barbaric. The only time you show any sense of emotion is when you commit a crime and if you dare try to assault me I will knee you so hard in the back of that sausage link head of yours you will have flashbacks to every loss you have incurred against your buddy. Buy his wank job autobiography while you are at it you shit head, isn’t that what supposed friends are for? Clay Byrd would say otherwise, I am sure.
Heh.
The older you get the more childish you are becoming, Dan. It is one thing to win a match, but it is a whole other thing to HAVE to win by trying to kill someone. Are you that empty? Did your Dad not pat you on the misshapen head enough when you were a child? I am sure he saw you for what you were back then: a serial killer in the making. How many cats did you strangle and watch life leave their eyes as you popped boner after boner? You are a disgusting human being and it doesn’t matter how talented or respected you are inside the ring.
Dig that ditch, toss a body into it.
Dig that hole, toss your heart into it.
Climb that wall you continually try to break, for…laughs?
Yea, you are funny alright. There is no punchline, I was just being sarcastic. Should be obvious.
How many different times are you going to call me gray or beige you uncreative has-been? Is eggshell white next you soggy looking five-hour old IHOP maple syrup drenched pancake looking old man. Stick to a color, Dan. I am surprised you see anything other than RED you rage filled snarling moron.
Not even Conor Fuse can make you seem human and he is as corny as they get. So, he said he respected you which, let’s be honest, is a lie. He is afraid of you and no amount of Co-Op Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Arcade can help you learn Pinocchio and be a real boy. No wishes you make on your love for your daughter can help you understand what love is. I am a fucking mess and even I know you are an uncontrollable psychopath that should be spending his days wrestling with a straight jacket not wrestling The Miracle Man for HIS tag titles.
Let’s all have a come to Harrison moment and realize that I never lost those damn tag titles. Those still have my handprints all over them and only The G’Odd Couple can actually make those belts mean something again. Your fake respect team with a member of the Grapplers…
…OK wait.
Is this horrid stable even together now? LT is gone, Ray is gone, and Teddy Palmer turned his back on his teammates in his desire to be a double champion and they still lost to The Best Alliance. The only thing that makes sense is for you all to break up and go on your own ways because that Union is as crushed as working in a Right to Work state. The only right you fools have is to lose those titles and for Dan Ryan to follow LT out the door.
Go back to your dirt farm and have crushing hallucinations about your daughter and the fact you are just an abysmal person who doesn’t deserve anyone’s friendship or empathy. I hope the next time you black out in rage you run into my knee and then get turned around and tossed on that fat neck of yours. No amount of Harracles can save your soul, Dan and I would be lying if I said I wanted nothing more than to end your career. I am sick of people like you, like my father, and like every other nauseating person who poisons others with their bullshit.
Do you feel it, Conor? I am not talking about me giving you a thumbs down either, buddy. I am talking about Dan Ryan darkening your life with his evil. Have you started to wake up in cold sweats not sure what you dreamed or did you just blame it on Sutler Kael defeating you? Anxiety is not fun but either is succumbing to becoming someone you’re not because you failed…again.
That is wrestling, Conor.
You just happened to have choked at the final boss more times than Bobby Dean so I can see how you might be a tad depressed. Dan is not a role model though and what has he done in HOW that is better than anything you have done anyway? You both have carried LT’s purse, you both have been embarrassed by Mike Best, and you both have recently lost to Sutler. To be honest you two are just different sides of the same coin and if anyone should be depressed by that it is Dan. You know…since he is a legend in wrestling just like your buddy Eric Dane. I am amazed Ryan hasn’t bitched about the good old days and kids these days and their video games.
You guys suckkkkkkkk!
I don’t mean as wrestlers either I mean as a team.
No matter how many game controllers you give Dan, he will not give a lick about you Conor. He would leave you to a pack of wild dogs if it would give him an advantage. Jiles and I might have a torrid past just in HOW, but we came together and continued to come together for the greater good. The greater good is those Tag Titles and I want those as badly as I want to strangle Igor and make sure he doesn’t survive that time.
The truth is that you pinned me at War Games. Teddy couldn’t get it done as usual but you in all your stained Cheeto hands glory got the pin on me. I would say it is embarrassing to lose to you, but it isn’t actually that. I cannot claim you are not talented when I have said several times that you have all the talent in the world. That would make me a hypocrite or a member of the Two One Four that never sells a loss to ME because I am not some legend from yesteryear. LT pretended it didn’t happen, Teddy pretended it didn’t happen, nevertheless you took that defeat to Jiles and I and made yourself better.
Now I am the underdog, funny how one PayPerView can change the narrative.
You are the target now, C-Fuse.
Is this the type of pressure a gamer can handle when he isn’t hiding behind a headset?
Mute isn’t going to work either, bud.
You have an obligation to yourself to continue the momentum that you are probably more surprised about than anyone else. It is sad your confidence is reliant on others because you don’t think you deserve anything. Nobody is going to hold your hand and help you especially seeing who circles around you these days.
Nothing but sharks…
Annoying ones at that.
Conor Fuse is now famous…for losing.
Maybe you can get a discount when you pay for a blowjob. It is a step in the right direction, but it is still a sad walk you make to the basement every morning. Always praying your mom is still asleep and not waiting angrily in the kitchen making eGGs for you. Yea, eGGs, you Bandit mark.
But Mom…I almost beat this sniveling brat for the HOW World Title.
Congrats, deuce-deuce.
You have gained some respect from me though, Conor. This just means I have more of a reason to prove to you that pinning me was a fluke. I cannot continue if I cannot get a measure of revenge against you. It doesn’t have to be hurting you within an inch of your wife or breaking some bones either. I just want to see your shoulders down for a three count and those titles handed back to Jiles and I like they never left.
I know for a fact Sutler will call this down the middle and in no way will my past business deal with The Minister come into play here.
Seriously.
I don’t need any help.
You two are not a tag team and come Refueled you will learn what a real team is.
It is whoever is teaming with me because I only care about Gold not some stupid bragging rights, likes, follows, or fake compliments from these snake wrestlers in the locker room.
—
University of Washington Medical Center in Seattle
June 18th, 2021
Steve Harrison stands outside a hospital room with a large bag hanging from his shoulder with a male nurse. The nurse points inside the room where Jatt Starr is lying in his bed snoring the day away with a neck brace on. Steve looks inside and looks back at the nurse, “How long has he been asleep?”
“I am not sure, sir. I was just assigned to his room.”
Harrison begins laughing. The nurse looks at him confused as to why he was sleeping. “Sorry, sorry, I have not laughed a lot recently, but I am guessing you were assigned because he has been harassing every woman that comes into the room.”
He nods back to Steve, “yes, I have heard of some suggestive misogynistic comments along with some smacks to butts.”
“Glad the pudding pop still has a sex drive at least.”
“It isn’t funny to the people working here so try to keep your jokes quiet.”
The Miracle Man shrugs and puts the bag down and reaches down. He unzips it and takes out a huge Cowboy hat and hands it to the nurse. “Give this to Jatt when he wakes up. This is the BA Miracle Enterprise Clay Byrd Cowboy hat; 10 Gallon version is optional.”
The nurse stares down at, “what the hell are you talking about?”
Harrison rolls his eyes, “look, man, this hat will make him smile because he has a sort of man crush on the guy this hat is created from.”
“Great, can’t wait,” the nurse responds sarcastically.
Steve groans, “has anyone else visited?”
“I think his daughter. I might be wrong because who would have a kid with…that?”
Harrison nods, “yea, I was amazed as well. Anyway…do you think he will make a full recovery?”
“It isn’t like he was healthy before, right?”
Steve pauses and shakes his head slowly, “probably not. I need you to make some notes and give them to him, so he knows The Best Alliance is thinking of him.”
“What is that?”
“Just do it.” Harrison watches as the nurse takes out a small note pad with a pen. “Ok, so let him know John Sektor is a heartless heathen who may or may not be planning on taking Gilda to pound town.”
The nurse looks up his pen no longer writing, “I am not writing that.”
“P-O-U-N-D…”
“Ok, ok, fine, “the nurse says, his face getting red by Steve loudly spelling the word out.
Steve nods, “moving on. Let him know that Steve Solex the man’s man has won the TV Title and probably impregnated multiple women afterwards in celebration because his wife knows the deal.”
“Is this real?”
“Don’t stop, I have a plane to catch. Jace has become a fighter for women’s rights and given some new woman a chance at glory and hopefully he doesn’t burn this one, the guy is just a walking STD.”
The nurse shakes his head, annoyed at having to continue writing this bullshit that is coming out of Steve’s mouth, “you guys have some…interesting friends.”
“Allies.”
“Huh?”
“Allies, I wouldn’t trust any of these people to cook dinner for me, hell I wouldn’t trust them to order me a drink at the bar. Make sure you tell him that ME, Steve Harrison hopes he recovers and that I am to dismember that leaking balloon head of Dan Ryan for him. Jiles and I are getting those tag titles back, no matter what,” Steve finishes and then looks in the room and gives the sleeping Jatt a thumbs up.
The Man who is urging all Miracles return turns and begins to walk away as the scene fades.
FADE