“I’m like you but improved, darling.”
Elenore stared up at into the cherubic face framed with #97red hair and piercing green eyes. She knew this day would come eventually, it was just the nature of getting old, at some point time caught up with you and some new, more vicious animal replaced the old predators.
“Improved is an awful strong word for what you are.” Elenore snapped back.
The red-haired vixen in the white power suit regarded the older woman who sat at the bottom of six-foot hole at her feet with a compassionate look.
“I understand it is hard sometimes, moving on. I don’t take it personal.` The Woman in the White Suit said politely as she pulled a cigarette free from her pocket, a menthol by the look of it. A dark suited guard stepped forward with a lighter sparking it as the Woman took a long drag.
Elenore turned to look around the hole she was in. The soil was still moist to the touch meaning it had been recently dug just for her. It wasn’t where she thought she was going to end her life but there were worse places to die. Turning her one good eye to look back up at the Woman she offers a coy smile, her poise unchanged even here at the end.
“Well, darling, it doesn’t get much more personal than death, wouldn’t you agree?”
Silence passes between the two of them as the Woman takes another long drag of the cigarette before nodding in agreement.
“I suppose you’re right. He respects you, says despite your obfuscation you were always honest about what you were. Most people don’t even know what they are, let alone are honest about it. Because you have his respect, you have mine.”
In the distance the sound of rolling thunder crawls across the sky. A late Spring rain begins to spit water from the sky, the soft ground around Elenore immediately turning to mud. Still despite it all, neither woman breaks eye contact. Max’s sister’s half smile finally gives away a tired, exhausted frown as she finally lets go. Her shoulders slouch as the make-up on her face begins to flake away, years of scars and damage becoming visible.
“It’s not worth it. It never was.” She says, the silky quality of her voice is gone, replaced with a low rasp. Elenore lets out one last, defeated sigh and closes her eyes. “You should know th-”
The sound of a gunshot echoes through the woods, echoing into the distance as it mixes with the sound of thunder before all that is left is the cleansing sound of the Spring rains and the sound of crow song.
Sutler jolted up out of the bed, his body covered in sweat, his eyes wide and filled with panic. He could hear the echo of a gunshot in his mind but the dream itself had already been fading into nothingness. Even his breathing began to slow as the intense feelings of the dream passed.
“..what.. The fuck..”
He whispered the words to himself as he rubs his eyes. A set of cool fingertips touched his back and ran down the sweat slick surface causing him to shiver.
“[Something wrong?]” A soft female voice asked in Japanese, piercing through the silence.
“Nothing, just a bad dream.” Sutler muttered, turning his head toward the voice.
“[You sure?]” Another voice asked in Japanese, this one male. Sutler turned his head toward the other side of his bed.
“Yeah, Tashi, I’ll be fine. You two get some more rest, I’m going to go for a pick piss.” the Son of Scions sputtered before slipping out of the hotel bed he had occupied with two other people.
He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the master bathroom of the hotel penthouse he was presently occupying. Yanking on the complimentary bathrobe the President of Human Resources eased himself down on to the shitter as he retrieved his phone. He didn’t really need to piss or shit, he just needed out of that bed. He needed a moment to recover from his dream. His eyes flicker at the time and he yawns.
“2:23 A.M.? Fuck me..” Sutler groaned as he rubbed his eyes once again. “What the fuck am I doing awake at 2 in the fucking morning.”
A few notifications scrolled past his screen alerting him to a series of financial exchanges to his personal account. Raising his eyebrow Sutler flipped over to his banking app to see that his account was suddenly flushed with multiple deposits amounting to several million dollars, all of them from various shadow accounts owned by his Aunt.
“..woah what the shit.”
More notifications from the legal firm of Fartharder and Shitemoore, the Kael Family lawyers, flashed across the screen. Notes on transfers of powers, financial restructurings and emergency protocols being engaged bombarded the youth as he stared blankly down at his phone.
Was he still dreaming? What the fuck was happening?
The phone then started to vibrate, an unknown number from the Arkham area in Massachusetts was trying to reach him. He didn’t want to answer it but deep down in the pit of his stomach he knew he had to, knew there were answers on the other end of the line. Swiping the phone open Sutler held the phone to his ear.
The voice on the other end was a somber male voice who first confirmed his name then confirmed his concerns. It was surprisingly quick or maybe it just felt that way as Sutler listened in silence. When the man finished Sutler nodded even though nobody could see him.
“I understand. Thank you. Yes. Have a nice..w..whatever it is where you are.”
He didn’t wait for a reply as he hung up, his phone clattering to the bathroom floor. His head dipped forward as he cradled his face. The sound of his phone chirping out a few more alarms were like more nails being driven into a loved one’s coffin, each a confirmation of what he had just heard.
Sutler choked out as he took in a shaky breath.
War Games was a tradition in High Octane Wrestling, for some a rite of passage, for others a White Whale they’ve never been able to conqueror.
Two rings and one massive enclosed cage, this year with 18 combatants doing everything they can to maim their way to victory. This kind of match changes you, takes proud men and women and breaks them down. Leaving War Games the winner puts you in the esteemed company of talent like Mike Best, Cecilworth Farthington, Shane Reynolds and..
Of course the last few years haven’t exactly worked out the latter having lost both his World Title and LSD Championships during the epic contest. Some would also argue that the path to his death started a year ago when he failed to destroy Mike. Now a year later a different Kael has made a new promise.
To destroy Conor Fuse.
And it makes sense, both young men are hungry and eager to prove themselves with Conor going so far as representing his War Games team along with Dan Ryan for the Tag Team Championships. Now that’s the kind of Go-Get Em attitude that will get you far in this company!
Or dead and broken, this isn’t your grandpa’s wrestling after all.
Setting a bar like that in War Games? Sutler wasn’t going to complain if Conor got himself eliminated before he had to get into the ring, the President of Human Resources was certainly not above a cheap, technical victory. If Conor Fuse gets run over by a bus or choked out with the Sutler Method, the SRK still gets his way, one is just considerably less effort.
Of course there were already a list of names that would hit the ring before Sutler, people that were going to buffer the President of Human Resources from his target. For starters there was the LSD Championship title that was decided by the first two participants, Clay Byrd and Teddy Palmer. If everything goes in the favor of the Best Alliance then Clay Byrd would survive Palmer.
The Clay Byrd advantage means that John Sektor and Jatt Starr will be up a man against Dan Ryan and Conor Fuse.
That would be ideal but as the Best Alliance has shown in recent weeks, sometimes they pass up an ideal situation for something less than desirable. Let’s say, instead, the Cowboy falls to the mean grapples of Ted, are John Sektor and Jatt Starr going to be enough to face down three men? Sektor proved he could hang with Dan Ryan, he even picked up the victory, however close it was. Jatt has defeated Conor so it stands to reason he could do so again but with a third man in the ring, a third man named Teddy Palmer?
After that it’s anyone’s game. Sutler had no idea where he would place after the first six men, that was when the real strategy married itself with luck which would hopefully result in Sutler becoming the youngest and perhaps fastest World Champion in the history of High Octane Wrestling putting to shame both Shane Reynolds and Max Kael.
Of course there were a few other things that had to happen for Sutler to reach that far distant goal beyond just his promise of destroying Conor Fuse.
Mainly Cancer Jiles, the George Harrison of the eGG Bandits or Ringo Starr of the Best Alliance, would need to lose his World Championship. Sad face. It’s not like he really has any hope of that happening because, let’s be honest, he’s this era’s feel good Champion. Sure, he’s a bad guy but Jiles really deserves it because, you know, he’s entertained you and somebody had to take the Championship off Mike that he wouldn’t immediately want to challenge for it again. Somebody meh enough that he’d shrug his shoulders and allow him to pretend like his HOFC Championship will be more fun.. For maybe a few more weeks if the rest of us are lucky.
So when Cancer Jiles washes out somewhere in the middle of the pack in a very brave but foreseeable way, how does Sutler Reynolds-Kael survive to the end?
That’s a real good question, one that Sutler hasn’t figured out himself, see, normally he’d have a team of people surrounding to help prep. Unfortunately something happened and they couldn’t leave the United States, his coach, his therapist, the entire team Elenore Sinclair-Kael had put together over the last two months were now cut off from him, stranded on the other side of the World.
And Elenore was dead.
The only family he had left in the World was asleep on the couch in the living room of the Corner Penthouse of the Imperial Hotel.
“..what the fuck am I going to do..”
The tears had long ago dried up, either because he had run out of them or the shock was taking hold, he didn’t know or cry. His mind was racing about his life, about what he was going to do with Chloe, how they were going to survive. How was he going to take care of her?
A gentle knock at the door of the bathroom snapped Sutler out of his thoughts.
“Shit.” the Son of Scions muttered under his breath suddenly aware that he had sequestered in the bathroom for almost an hour. His two guests were probably worried about him, he’d be sure to pay them for their services and send them on their way. “Sorry, had a personal matter come up. Let me g-”
He stops mid sentence as he pulls the door open to see rows of pearly teeth packed behind ruby-red lips. The Woman in the White Suit with the #97red hair pulled up into curls cocked her head at him, her vibrant emerald eyes sized up Sutler in a way that made him feel like he was watched by a predator.
A shiver ran up his spine as he recalled how much it reminded him of Max’s glare.
“Hi, Mr. Reynolds-Kael. Don’t worry about your two friends, I saw them out. Do you mind?” She doesn’t bother to wait for a response from Sutler, slender fingers reaching out and pushing back against his chest as she slipped into the small bathroom. Reaching into her pocket she fishes out her lighter and a cigarette case, her green eyes scanning the bathroom with a casual glance before they settle back down on Sutler.
“..so.. Why are you here?” the President of Human Resources asked with a snort, the audacity of this woman pushing his feelings about Elenore to the back of his mind.
She takes a breath as though she is about to answer before stop, her eyes locking on to Sutler’s as she seems to search for something deep inside. As she does so her fingers crawl over the cigarette case like spider eagerly entangling it’s prey. Retrieving a cigarette she slid it between her lips and ignited it in one flick of her wrist.
“I don’t think they allow smoking here.” Sutler says flatly. “I don’t want to get a surcharge ‘cause you’re having a nicotine fit, we can take this out on the balcony.”
Mid drag the Woman in the White Suit cackled at Sutler’s protest. A lung full of smoke billowed out of her mouth and into Sutler’s face, her white teeth gnashed together as she collected herself, her amusement at the young man plain on her face. Taking another quick puff the Woman lets her eyes slide lazily to the side, a coy half-smile twitching on her lips.
“I think they’ll be fine with it, darling. Let’s talk about you and the little muffin in the other room. Word on the grapevine is you just became the Man in the Family with old Auntie What’s-Her-Name kicking the bucket.” the Woman crosses her eyes, letting her head roll to the side as she pretends to pull a noose across her neck. Sutler’s face contorted in disgust causing the Woman to laugh again. “Oh, you’re face, darling, too precious. Too precious.”
“How the fuck do you know about that? Jesus Christ, I JUST found out about it!” Sutler’s temper begins to burn in his chest as a little red flashes across his cheeks.
“Easy, easy, you don’t want to wake the lil’Jellybean in the other room, let’s keep this civil.” the Woman flashed another lopsided smile at Sutler before taking another drag. “It doesn’t matter how I know about your Aunt, the point is that I do know and just as I promised, I’m here to help.”
The Son of Scions shot the Woman in the White Suit a scornful.
“I don’t even know your fucking name, you just show up randomly and tell me you’re here to help? Sorry, seems far fetched, feels more like you’re a creepy stalker who needs to get the FU..” pausing, Sutler calmed himself before continuing in a hushed tone. “..get the fuck out of my hotel room. Now. Please.”
The Woman’s smile broadened as she crushed the cigarette out on the bathroom counter.
“Of course, of course, whatever you want Sutler. I didn’t mean to bother you so early in the morning I just know that life comes at you fast. Here, come with me, I just have one thing I want to show you and I’ll be out of you and Chloe’s hair, at least for the rest of the night.” She said in a tone that bothered Sutler as it felt like there was an underlying threat behind it.
Still if this would get her out of his hair, even if it was just for a little while, he felt it was worth it. He followed her out of the bathroom into the master bedroom where the flat screen T.V. seemed turned to a station he didn’t recognize. The screen had a strange red flag he didn’t recognize hanging on a wall behind a desk.
“He wanted you to see. He wanted you to know he was here to help you. To help you specifically with War Games.” the Woman in the White Suit cooed as she stared cheerfully at the T.V.
She turned and stared at him with her emerald eyes, her smile stretching even wider. She winked, or maybe just blinked one eye, toward Sutler before a shadowy figure slipped onto the screen.
Sutler’s jaw dropped about as quickly as his heart did. His legs buckled as he felt to his knees staring up at the figure on the screen as all the color drained out of his face. Suddenly something flickered to life on the screen and the Son of Scions was bathed in a hellish red light.
THE OFFICE OF HIGH OCTANE HUMAN RESOURCES
Storage Room B Human Resources Suite 97
As promised the President of Human Resources will be debuting THE SUTLER MEMO very soon. Some believe it might be as soon as War Games where Sutler Reynolds-Kael will join 18 other combatants within the cruel and unyielding steel cage that will surround two rings. Will the Baby-Faced Assassin, Sutler Reynolds-Kael, overcome his arch-nemesis and man who is unfamiliar with where Super Mario Land is, Conor Fuse?
We asked several people and kept the answers that agreed with our opinion. Wouldn’t you know it, the general public believes that Sutler Reynolds-Kael can defeat Conor Fuse. That means Mr. Fuse is legally obligated to surrender, that is simply the Will of the People.
In other news we wish “Cool” Cancer Jiles the very best luck and have certainly heard no rumors about members of the Best Alliance stabbing him in the back for the World Championship.
Likewise we haven’t heard anything about John Sektor and Jatt Starr considering Clay Byrd and Steve Harrison as disposable bodies to throw in the way of their enemies as they maintain their Tag Championship.
We did hear that Team 214 thought Darin Zion was a big dumb loser who didn’t deserve to open the War Games Card let alone be part of their War Games Team. I mean, it’s a legit concern, Darin Zion is a big dumb loser.
If only that big, dumb loser hadn’t managed to defeat a guy who is turning out to be the Scottywood of his era. Sadly he is not on Darin Zion’s team and he’s not even the most Scottywood Scottywood on the President’s team.
Speaking of Scottywood, he’s on the President of Human Resources team. Woooo. We checked the paperwork, we can not replace Scottywood with a cat.
We will be sure to release more things people definitely didn’t say about each other and some more War Games notes as we get closer to the event.
….Super Mario Land is at Universal Studios in Osaka, dummy!