Revenge? Or Focus?

Revenge? Or Focus?

Posted on May 28, 2024 at 9:08 pm by Steve Solex

Memorial Day
Monday, May 27, 2024 – 1220hrs
Solex Ranch, Franklin, TN

He’d just gotten off the phone with Lee Best. While a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, he couldn’t shake the disappointment that the boss was working on Memorial Day weekend. Lee deserved to enjoy some beers and hotdogs at a BBQ with the rest of the boys in remembrance of the fallen just like everyone else but and that the steely old fuck had a “no days off” mentality, and nothing got in the way of that.

I’ll drink a few for the old prick, Solex thought to himself as he grabbed a cold one from his stainless steel, Samsung Bespoke refrigerator.

Earlier that morning, Solex had endured a grueling 22-mile hike through Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and climbing up Mount LeConte with a Navy SEAL buddy. Now he was ready to throw a few ribeyes on the grill and take in the afternoon sun on the deck of his Franklin, Tennessee ranch home.

Keeping pace with his buddy through the woods and up the mountain made the hike more of a workout than a leisurely stroll, but it was exactly what he needed after the last few weeks. It helped to clear his head. The phone call with the boss that followed the hike was unexpected, but an added bonus. Solex knew that Lee was pissed about his last couple of matches, but as an effective leader Lee only encouraged Solex to do better, to push forward toward this week, and to not let the quicksand take hold.

Solex walked across the deck and rested against the railing, looking out across the expanse of his property. This was his favorite spot, a sort of resting place, where he could overlook the rolling hills and livestock he had acquired after the chaos of the 2020 pandemic in California. Leftist policies had driven the former Spec Ops soldier to a place of frustration, forcing his hand to move to the heart of the country in search of policies and people that aligned with his morals. He cracked open the can of Coors Light, took a swig of the cold beer, and let out a refreshing sigh. The bubbles burned as they went down, but it was even more refreshing than he had expected.

From behind, Solex heard the unmistakable sound of flip-flops walking across the deck. He turned to see his buddy Hank approaching, a fellow war veteran who fit the part perfectly. With a bushy beard and scraggly brown hair poking out from underneath his sweat-stained camo ball cap, Hank looked exactly like what every YouTube guy pretending to be an Operator wanted to look like. He wore a Hawaiian-style shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops – typical summer attire for a former Operator.

“Hey, brother,” Hank said with a white, toothy grin. “How’d the hike treat ya?”

“Just what I needed, man. Good chance to refocus, recalibrate, and get back on the attack,” Solex replied, taking another swig of his beer.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, bro. I know you’ve had a rough go of it lately, but it’s time to get back out there, and show the whole fucking world what you’re made of. You’ve got a real shot of doing that with Sektor this weekend, and while I strongly encourage you to not look past this match itself, I do want you to remember to save a little bit for War Games next month,” Hank said as he pulled a flask from the back pocket of his Army green cargo shorts, unscrewed the top, and took a swig. He winced as the fiery liquor made its way down his throat before saying, “That’s good shit.”

Solex smiled, his mustache impressively stretching from ear to ear.

“Yeah man, I’m ready to go. It hasn’t been a great month, but I could really use some fucking redemption this weekend, especially against that fuckin’ Zion guy.”

“Man, I can’t believe you let that fuckin’ guy pin you. But hey, at least it wasn’t Scott Stevens,” Hank laughed, raising his flask for a toast.

“Something really got to me last week, man,” Solex said with a heavy sigh.

“Christopher America, I’d bet?” Hank asked, seemingly already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, man. I just don’t fucking get it, bro. Of all the friends I’ve made in HOW, i can’t believe that he would be the one to basically fuck up a Memorial Day celebration in front of millions of people, live on TV. That shit really got under my skin man, and I can’t shake it.”

“It got under a lot of people’s skin, brother. That motherfucker might not know it yet, but he’s got a squadron of vets gunning for him right now. It’s inexcusable…memory loss be damned.”

Solex sighed as he looked out over the horizon, as he shook his head and took a long swig from his beer.

“You’re right man, and I totally understand. I hope they understand the spot that this puts me in. I can’t just fuck the guy up like everyone wants me to, its a bit more complicated than that. If anyone thinks that I’m Lee Best’s favorite Soldier, they better think twice. It’s always been Christopher America, and there’s not a lot that I can do to change that.”

“We know. And we also know that Lee Best is brainwashing the man, and we know he’s pulling the strings. But you’ll get your shot, bud. Like I said, War Games is right around the corner, and you’ll get your chance there. Same team or not, you know just like the rest of this fucked up world does…it’s every man for himself.”

Solex took another swig of his beer and said, “Yeah, brother. But our friends should also remember that we are in the Final Alliance, and the overarching theme of all things is that it’s one team, one fight. I’ve got an allegiance to my boys, and I’ve got an allegiance to all of you. It’s hard, brother.”

“You’re dick, or the situation? Pull your fucking head out of your ass, Solex, and get your shit together. We’re the guys that were in the foxhole with you when the shit hit the fan across the pond. We’re the guys that kicked in doors with you, and engaged with the enemy. We’re the guys that pulled your ass out of the shit when you needed us to.”

Solex rolled his eyes and turned away from Hank.

“Don’t turn your back on me, brother. This is serious shit. If you don’t do the right thing, this might be your last War Games, no matter the circumstances.’

Solex walked toward the turquoise painted adirondack chair across the deck and plopped down, letting out another heft sigh.

“Fuck off, Hank. You were a fucking Supply Sergeant, and now you’re playing dress up as an Operator. You don’t know shit about the shit. You were bringing me batteries for my NVGs so that I could kill the fucking enemy. Don’t you dare lecture me about anything.”

Hank shook his head and gave Solex a stern look.

“Yeah, bro. But I was fucking there. That prick flies a bald eagle, and wears the colors every day pretending to be a Patriot. At least I signed the dotted line and went over there. Fuck man, I can’t believe we’re even having this goddamn argument right now.”

Solex shook his head and rolled his eyes once more.

“Look, asshole. I’ve got a lot more on my mind that fucking Christopher America right now. I’ve got a match, and in my corner is probably the best tag team partner I’ve ever had. I need to focus on not letting him down. All the grandiose bullshit we’ve been up to lately pales in comparison to the bond and respect that we’ve cultivated with one another over the last couple of months. John Sektor is like a fucking brother to me, combat vet or not; I’d take a fucking bullet for that man right now if I had to. And this weekend, and at War Games, fighting alongside is the only motivation that I have left for the wrestling business.”

Hank nodded along, taking in the words that Solex ranted out.

“I get it, man. Friends like that are few and far between, and I’d like to think that we’re on that same level, even when you’re being a colossal prick,” Hank said, his tone stern and his voice low.

“Yeah, maybe. But right now, I don’t need you filling my head with aspirations of what is tantamount to revenge on a guy who can’t even remember his fucking name. So, brother, back the fuck off and let me do my thing.”

Hank raised his flask, took a pull, and said, “You got it.”

Solex took the last swig of beer from his can, the mountains still blue, and slammed it down on the armrest of his chair.

“Now, let’s get those fucking steaks on the grill and get this part started.”