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Sunday, December 5th, 2021
11:30 PM
Manchester Arena
Manchester, England
The sheer coldness of the ice pack sends shivers down my spine as Meredith dabs it on my sore forehead. My vision blurs everything around me together, causing the pit of my stomach pain. The black and white pinstripes on my love’s business suit burst out like a kaleidoscope. Jatt Starr gave me the gift that keeps on “giving” for this holiday season. Fuck Grade 2 concussions!
As I stumble and flounder my way down the short corridors in the arena, Meredith checks in on me. “Darin, are you sure you’re good to go? You’re lumbering along like a drunkard. I’m a bit concerned about stepping into a car with you after that hellacious bump. You shouldn’t be driving with impaired vision.”
My mind tended to other matters of concern. My nose was buried deep into catching a Zekrom in Pokémon GO. Almost catching a glimpse of her crossing her arms against her chest, I shirk off her concerns. “Whatever…I’ve driven 6 hours cross-country after getting the bejesus knocked out of me. MVW shows are bangers! After wrestling a stiff match will Bill Dickinson; I hit the road to make a HOW show. I turned out perfectly fine!”
Meredith’s silence spoke volumes. Images of her rolling her eyes filled my imagination. I felt her body tending up as I wrapped my arm around her hips. All I wanted was to escape this horrendous arena. This place forever will remain etched into my memory as the first HOW show I lost to Scott Stevens.
As I continue my quest to capture the elusive Zekrom, my body collides into a chiseled mass. I soar backwards, shattering my iPhone against the concrete floor. By the looks of swirling colors, I nailed a human being. Without taking a moment to comprehend the situation, I shout at the top of my lungs, “Hey, asshat! You owe me a brand new iPhone.”
An all familiar voice barks back at me. “Fuck, no! I don’t owe you anything! Watch where you’re walking, Zion. Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass, you wouldn’t crash and burn like you always do.”
It’s Jace Parker Davidson! In a short instant, I can feel my blood boiling. The hairs on my skin shoot up. I almost cock my fists back, readying myself to clock the shithead across his face. But my better judgement holds me back from my impulsive behaviors. Pulling myself off the ground, I brush the dust off my leather jacket and jeans. I creep up to what looks like his face. I start shitty insults like my life depended on it.
“You’re one to talk! Scott Stevens outsmarted your ass tonight. The bastard got one up on you when he launched your ass over the top rope. Shouldn’t the King of Everything know when one of his subjects will rebel?”
I feel the warm, heavy breaths of JPD against my scalp. Jace advances into my personal bubble. His nose almost presses against my forehead. Gritting my teeth, I eagerly await his comeback. “You lost to him too, dipshit! You shouldn’t run your damn mouth. I heard you complaining in the corner about being eliminated second. For fuck sakes, Zion! If you paid better attention to the match around you; Jatt wouldn’t have concussed you. Not like you have any brains up in that hot head of yours.”
My feet start twitching in rapid succession; my body prepares itself for a swift kick. The visions of Jace’s jaw crumpling occupy my thoughts. Instead, I did what any other Zion would do.
“I fuckin’ hope my best friend Conor embarrasses you in front of the world. He’s gonna knock your overinflated ego down a few pegs. Once he hits the Super Splash on you; he’ll ruin all your Hall of Fame aspirations. You’ll become the King of Nothing!”
Jace balls up his fist to teach me a lesson, but Meredith steps in to block the attempt. The palm of her hand connects to his cheek. The thwacking sound echoes throughout the hallway. Madison screeches out before lunging at Meredith. “Bitch! Don’t step into my boyfriend’s business. Your man deserves an ass beating after disrespecting a legend.”
A scuffle ensues between both women in the backstage area. Madison seizes a chunk of Meredith’s golden locks. She slams Meredith’s skull into the pavement. As Madison mounts her, Meredith swings all momentum to gain the upper hand. Meanwhile, Jace and I holler out more insults at each other. The cacophony reverberates throughout the scene. While Meredith’s fists connect with Madison’s face, EPU guards scramble. While they attempt to end the scrimmage, I yank towards a set of golden curls. We needed to escape the scene before I got reprimanded.
After we make it a few yards away, I release the blond hair from my clutches. Pacing back and forth, I rant for a while. Releasing some steam is good therapy for the soul.
“I fuckin’ hate JPD! That piece of shit always takes every opportunity to bury me. Ever since I came to HOW; he spends more time slandering my name than getting to know me. I’ve moved on from the last seven years, but he can’t take one moment to forgive me. I’ve apologized for all my shitty behavior. Perhaps he needs me to shove my size 11 boot up his ass. Hell, I could knock his perfect teeth down his throat. Instead of always chastising me, the bastard should focus on the plank in his eye. If he’d stop burying his face so far in Madison’s vagina; he could become the killer he once was…”
The audible clicking of heel against the cement registers in my feeble mind. The colorful haze once filling my mind fades into the air. The picture clears up while my eyes perceive a woman in a sultry black dress. She crosses her arms together with vehement intentions. Without any control, my jaw hits the ground, realizing what I did.
“Oh shit!”
“Don’t you DARE talk about my Jace like that you worthless shithead!” Madison roars at me. The scowl on her face obliterates everything in sight. My heart sinks down into my feet as my body freezes in place.
“You royally fucked up this time, Zion. Once I call JPD, he’s going to murder you in cold blood. God, I can’t believe you’re such an imbecile!” Madison continues lecturing me as she withdraws her phone out of her pocket. The stiff motion of her hand pounds against the numbers. I only zone in on the distinct ringing.
The chilling sensation overwhelms me. That bastard’s going to peg my woman! Jace never relented on any opportunity even if the party said no. Concealing my face in my hands, I prayed underneath my breath.
“God, please don’t let anything happen to Meredith. Also, please give mercy to me. I don’t need The King of Everything to end my career.”
A cantankerous moan comes from Madison’s direction. She storms towards my direction, her grimace continues to burn a hole in my soul. Rolling her eyes, her tone towards me transforms. The fatigue in her voice displays while she asks me, “Can you try calling Meredith? Sometimes. Jace…doesn’t answer his phone. But ONLY when he’s busy.”
Holding my smashed iPhone up to her face, I remark in a snarky tone. “Um, hello! It’s an obvious fact that my phone is toast. Didn’t you hear me bitching about it?”
Madison snickers while she plays stupid, “Oh, did you say something, loser?”
I shoot her a stern glare for a few minutes to hit home the point. The grim reality settles in Madison’s brain. Clenching her fists together, she laments while scurrying around. “GOD DAMNIT! I’m stuck with this manchild for an entire fucking WEEK?! Someone please kill me now.”
“Feeling’s mutual, toots! I hate this more than you do.” I retort at her distinct jab at me.
I attempt to reassure her. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out! Right now, we’ve got to survive each other’s company for the week. Until we get to Liverpool, I have to make you comfortable.”
Madison goes in for the kill. Her insatiable lust kicks into overdrive. In a seductive fashion, she strolls up close to me. Pinning me against the wall, she speaks alluringly. “You can comfort me in other ways…”
Cringing at the idea, I duck underneath her shoulder. I blurt out my innermost thoughts. “Fuck no, I won’t! No way I ruin my image by getting a Davidson Transmitted Disease! It’s possible this is a bad idea…”
Collecting my belongings off the ground, I dash towards the parking lot. As I roam further away from Jace’s sloppy second, a long drawn groan comes from her direction. “Okay, but if you leave me here, I won’t give you the tools to win the HOTV Title.”
My ears perk up to this proposal. “Go on!” I exclaim rethinking my compromised position.
“If you can get me through this week without a hassle; I’ll share some of JPD’s coveted training regiment. Obviously, he KNOWS how to represent the network well. After all, he’s the longest reigning champion. I know you’re salivating for one last win heading into ICONIC. You want to sink your teeth into JJR’s flesh to get that belt. You NEED this information.” She continues to persuade me.
Turning around, I nod at Madison in a concerned way. I respond back to her, “I accept under one condition. We stay in separate hotel rooms. Before you even ask, I’ll foot the bill. Least I can do under the circumstances. I don’t want ANY funny business. You keep your end of the bargain, and I’ll get you to Liverpool safely.”
I reach out my hand to shake her disgusting hand. Madison takes a moment before planting in a firm grip. “Done! We start tomorrow!”
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Wednesday, December 8th, 2021
11:30 PM
PureGym Liverpool Central
Liverpool, England
“I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE OF THOSE NASTY PROTEIN SHAKES, I’LL BARF ALL OVER YOU!” I yell out at Madison while she hands me a fowl, brown liquid in a bottle.
Madison cups her palm on her face, expressing her disbelief at my immature behavior. Biting down on her tongue, she continues to pitch me the concept. “You wanted a rock-hard physique like Jace. You’ve put forth the effort, now apply the dieting tips, asshole.”
I cover my face, laboriously holding back the vomit oozing up my stomach. I didn’t need THAT image in my fucking mind. My muscles ached from the intense amount of weighted lunges and squats I performed. The fiery sensation now cinched through my shoulders as I worked on pull-ups. I shake my head in a forceful motion. “Madison, those shakes intensify my acid reflux. I’m not trying to be difficult. For fuck sakes, LISTEN!” I grunt out my frustrations while I continue to lift my dead ass up.
I could overhear her muttering underneath her breath. “I’m gonna kill him. Even before Jace gets the chance; I’m going to murder him in cold-blood.”
Madison wanders back over to where I’m working out. Her fake optimism oozes from her sickening sweet tone. “Noble won’t know what hit him if you drink this. It’ll help stiffen each blow you land before you lock in your submission. Come on! Do it for Meredith!!!!”
Dropping down to the mat below, I jerk the shake out of Madison’s hands. Taking a large gulp of the thick, chunky liquid, I spit it up in an instant. The putrid taste still tingles my taste buds while I walk to the corner and gag.
“Nope! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t deal with your childish ass. Fuck this shit! I’m out of here!” Madison shrieks out before walking out of the workout session. The grinding, last three days finally took their toll on her. As she scurries off, I collapse to the mat.
Every feeling of inadequacy hits me at once. Tears roll down the side of my cheeks before I slam my fists into the blue mat underneath my feet. I’d never worked this hard under Meredith’s tutelage. We’d always pull these shenanigans to make the time pass quicker. Mer Bear knew how to calm my anxiety when things overwhelmed me.
But here I stand alone without taking my medicine to level me, performing a gut cleansing. Every second I inch further away from attaining my ICONIC dreams. I only wanted to batter JJR’s brains around because he bit off a chunk out of my cheek. My vengeful desires to secure Greenie at the biggest event in HOW meandered away from my grasp. David Noble was Roberts’ toughest challenger to date. While the bastard distracted me with his charisma, deep down, I knew about his talents. His record didn’t show it, but Noble possessed the IT factor. The crass man only gained his energy for his hunger for glory. I’d watched several of his DEFIANCE performances. Singles matches gave him the platform to outshine me. He knew how to finish the job like Jace does. On top of all that, the abuse my father dished out surfaced.
I wail out all the regrets. “Holy fuck! Why does Madison have to emulate Jace? I can’t deal with all the pressure on my shoulders. My father always scorned me when I didn’t achieve his expectations. That cocksucker scarred me for life. It’s the same shit I hear every day in my damn head. You’re not Mike Best! You’re not Jatt Starr! Fuck you couldn’t handle their jock straps. For once, I wish people would recognize me for who I am for a change! I’m not some edgy dickhead basking in my own damn glory. I don’t want to be like the rest of the world. I want to thrive being me.”
Masking my sobbing, I cup my hands up to conceal my ugly breakdown. I wish I could run away from everything. But I couldn’t once the familiar clopping heels echo through my ear drums. Madison’s guilt drags her back to where I laid in a puddle. A gentle tap grazes my shoulder. Her soft tone reassures me.
“Then stop trying to mimic all those ruthless blowhards in HOW. If I’m being honest; it’s why I wanted to strike you after you insulted Jace. You keep swinging your dick around faking your confidence. But you’re not JPD or Mike Best. You’re that bumbling idiot the rest of Section 214 loves. Hell, most promoters love your attitude. You’re a damn good work horse, and if you applied yourself; you could mop the floor with your opponents. Shit, David Noble’s going to have trouble against you if you keep going. He doesn’t understand how the machine operates. Keep your chin up, Zion. Your naive optimism is the one tool that diversifies you from the competition. I’m damn sure you’ll do well for your family. ”
I sniffle for a bit before regaining my poise. I scratch my chin processing Madison’s advice. Shooting a glimmer of hope, I tap her left shoulder before offering my gratitude. “I pegged you wrong, Madison. It pains me to say it, Jace’s lucky to have you as his sex-addicted kitten. While I don’t know if he and I will ever get along, I appreciate the reassurance. The Battle Royal rocked my confidence.”
“Now scoop your ass off that mat and finish the damn shake before I force it down your mouth!” Madison snarls at me. “You’ve got five more hours, and I’m not putting up with any more of your bullshit. I’m not Meredith and I won’t act like your mother. The pain is temporary. Now get your ass in gear.”
I salute Madison before enduring the long haul. “Yes, ma’am!”
The grind to David Noble provided some unique twists and turns. Sure, the wheel in the back of my mind spins in overdrive, worrying about Meredith’s well-being. But I’m thankful for the short term investment the Davidson camp gives me on my quest to the HOTV Title. While I’ll pay hell for this erroneous ‘wife swap,” I know it’ll pay dividends in securing the last win for my shot at glory.
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“I could sit here all day making excuses for the last two weeks. It’s par for the course for me to eat a Crow Sandwich weekly in HOW. I don’t have time to sulk in my mistakes and blunders. David Noble provides one of the greatest threats on my conquest to Jeffrey James Roberts.
Let’s not sugarcoat bullshit here. I agree with my whole heart that game recognizes game in this business, Mr. Noble. Sure most of the roster gushed over your stellar promos. But the lot of them are spending time shitting on your lackluster performance to the bar you set. I’m not going to do that. It’s low hanging fruits. Most of those asshole dawn their FUCK DEFIANCE gear when they see someone like you. They don’t waste time watching your tapes from the Fisher Price leagues. Everyone wants to forget your body of accomplishments the moment you kick down HOW’s front door. I won’t make that mistake in taking your talents lightly.
You came within inches of ending JJR’s HOTV title reign and undefeated streak in your first match. You endured your losses and took them in stride. You keep coming back for more punishment. Unlike the rest of the bitches who attempted to transcend, you marched on. You care more about the business more than your personal gain and I applaud you. Hell, you took me to my damn limit in the Battle Royal. I had to focus all my attention on evading your stiff shots. Otherwise, I’d have gotten chucked over the top rope sooner than expected.
We could sit here all day fawning over each other’s accomplishments. Positive vibes only, right?. Hell, we could reminisce on our brutal pasts and circle jerk all day. But the moment you step inside the squared circle with me; the pomp and circumstance ends.
I mean fuckin’ business when I wrestle in that HOW ring. There’s a reason why people call me the workhorse of the damn company. It’s why after seven years I’m up for a Hall of Fame nomination. I’m not looking for pats on the back or gushing reviews. I knock your fucking head around until I can make you tap out like a little bitch. I dish out pain and punishment like it’s candy. I’ll leave you begging for mercy before the final bell tolls in the match. I’ll stiff arm your ass around like a rag doll and embarrass you in front of the entire machine.
You can rope all the banal and trite insults the rest of the roster shares, but it won’t save you. Paint drying? Bitch please, I’ve heard better insults come out of Scott Stevens mouth. Hell his well done steak bullshit made more sense than a gear shift analogy. I’m falling asleep watching your pathetic attempts at trash talking. That shit’s so beneath Fisher Price level. You’ve hit the bottom of the barrel before you even hit your first Pay-Per-View. Maybe you and Scottywood can drown your loser asses in IPAs there. Both of you share something in common. You’re both overhyped assholes who underdeliver in the damn ring.
Put some respect on my damn name, Noble. My floundering record doesn’t define my HOW career. I’ve won seven more HOW championships than you have. If you’d have spent more time reading the damn website about my history; you’d see I’m a former ICON, LSD, and Tag Team Champion. I’ve held over 17 other championships outside HOW. Yet, you choked like a cheap hooker on your first attempt. You couldn’t take your infinite number of Fisher Price belts and make the transition to true gold.
Hell, you’re over here tooting your own damn horn when you haven’t stepped foot into a single War Games. I’ve performed in four. I’ve won one and secured my first ICON belt there. You come into my house and try to take food off my damn table. You’re like a sad pathetic teenager trying to score his first woman. You’re prematurely ejaculating before you’ve even stepped foot in a ring with me.
You’re taking the cheap, edgy shortcuts to fuel your own ego. Go ahead, let’s hear you make fun of suicide victims at Zion’s expense? Let’s be an insensitive jackass hoping you earn yourself some brownie points. You shit the bed before you even understand how the cogs turn in the machine. Go on kid, I’ll hand you the shovel while you bury yourself 100 feet below the last Scott Stevens grave he dug.
You might ooze nobility, but I’ll expose you as a fucking pauper, Noble. I’m going to take pleasure in teaching you about the respect the HOW brand has under me. I’m not going to stoop to your level and blow smoke up people’s asses. I’m going to expose the truth when I submit your ass in the middle of that ring.
It’s time for you to face some harsh reality. I’ve fought more Hall of Famers than ten of you combined. I’ve trained with HOW World Champions. Perhaps the banal, naive dickhead knows more about HOW;s business than you do. He’s surely going to dish out the pain in scoops. He’s going to make you beg and plea for mercy.
I need this damn win to secure my match at ICONIC. It’ll put food in my family’s empty bellies. That drive and determination has fueled me to reach new heights. I’ve surrendered some of my stereotypes and built a better brand in HOW than you have in 5 matches. I might not shine like a lamborghini. I might stall like Windows Vista. But I’ve embarrassed more frauds in my 15 year career than you can count.
Now cut the damn crap. Put your damn fists up and come looking for a damn fight. Don’t waste my time acting like another Doozer or Jiles. Put up or shut the fuck up! Stop acting like one of those annoying lap dogs gnawing at my ankles. You’re fucking better than all those asshats. You’ve shot your damn shot when you entered HOW. Stop sitting on the sidelines and expect handouts from me. You’ll come up empty handed. You barged in the damn door looking like a million dollars. You wanted this shit, now perform like you mean it.
The toughest life lessons come out of nowhere, Noble. This is my last chance at making the ICONIC card. I promise, I won’t disappoint. Unlike Lorelai, I can deliver. I’m punching my ticket to the biggest show at your expense. I’ll get my shot at JJR and I’ll steal the whole fucking show.
And I’ll be damn sure to knock your ass down a few pegs along the way. Just remember, you wanted this heat from me. Now accept your consequences like a man.”