It was about a week and half after the War Games pay per view in the Tokyo Dome. It was an eventful night that saw Mike Best retain the HOFC Championship belt against Scott Stevens. As per the stipulation that meant that Scott Stevens HOW career was over. The War Games match itself saw Teddy Palmer retain his LSD Championship by the skin of his teeth against Clay Byrd.
Conor Fuse and Dan Ryan wrestled away the Tag Team Championship belts away from Jatt Starr and John Sektor. While putting Jatt on the sidelines for several weeks. We saw the debut of the 4th Wahl as he came down and absolutely destroyed Dan Ryan before exiting as quickly as he came. At the end of the night it was Sutler Reynolds-Kael defeating Conor Fuse to win the HOW World Championship belt and securing the win for team Best Alliance.
As for yours truly? I finished in the middle of the pack in the War Games match. Not before making the 214 leader herself Lindsay Troy Bend the Knee and eliminate her from the match. I might have celebrated that elimination prematurely as I was caught off guard by Ray McAvay and a fireball to the face. That was the end of the night for me but for Refueled 65 from the PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh it made sense to be booked against Lindsay Troy. Even though this feels like the thousandth time I faced her since returning to the ring.
First things first though, I needed to make sure there was no permanent damage to my eyes from that fireball from McAvay. Since I was back home in Miami, Florida that meant visiting Doctor David M. Roth at the Roth Eye Care center on 136 NE 2nd Avenue. Dr. Roth was rather astonished at the fact that the reason for my visit was a fireball to the face but whatever brought in business, right? I went through the exam and was given a clear bill of eye health by Dr. Roth which meant I was clear to tackle Lindsay Troy once again in Pittsburgh.
I walked out of the Doctor’s office and placed my brand new Ray-Ban Aviator Classic sunglasses with the 97red Best Alliance tint down over my eyes. (Eat your heart out Cancer Jiles) Madison and Carmen were both by my side here in this hot Florida humidity as we made our way over to where I parked my 2021 Porsche Panamera GTS. Carmen and Madison fought over who would get to drive home with Carmen ultimately winning in the end. Madison and I slid into the back as Carmen got in the driver’s side and roared the engine to life.
“So Lindsay Troy gets her shot at redemption against you on Refueled? How many times have you beaten her now?” Madison asked, still pouting about not getting to drive.
“About three or four times now even though it feels like fifty if I’m being honest.” I answered as Carmen pulled out of the parking lot.
“You know that she’s going to be pissed off about the fact that you eliminated her from the War Games match and that her team lost.” Madison stated bluntly.
“Losing the War Games match was etched in stone the moment she made her team. As far as facing me? She should be used to losing to me by now. She claims to be the Queen of the Ring but in reality she’s just a six foot three inch pushover. I’m guessing this is a reward from Lee for eliminating her in Tokyo, another easy win.” I said haphazardly.
“Yeah but remember you stood in her way of capturing the HOW World Championship belt. She’s given herself until the end of the year to win it or she’s quitting HOW. You just made her climb up the mountain that much harder.” Carmen chimed in from the front seat.
“What does she expect? People just to roll over until she’s handed the belt just so we can keep her around? Everyone outside of Mike Best wants to be HOW World Champion. Maybe people would believe she stood a chance of actually winning the thing if she could beat me at least once.” I muttered as I folded my arms across my chest.
Carmen just sighs in response as Madison reaches down her shirt and pulls her cell phone out from between her breasts. Madison begins to play on her phone as I try to focus on the world flashing by through the window with my dilated pupils. After a few moments of silence Madison’s eyes widen as she looks down at her screen.
“Holy shit! You’re not going to believe this!” Madison exclaims.
“Let me guess, Darin Zion went Karaoke singing again?” I said completely uninterested.
“Fuck no…I mean yeah probably but that’s not what I’m talking about. I just saw a news post on the HOW site. Lee Best has fired Lindsay Troy!” Madison says while practically bouncing in her seat.
“What did she do? Set someone on fire inside of an arena?” Carmen asks from the front seat.
“Not funny! And besides that’s probably just a prank news post from either Sutler Reynolds-Kael or Conor Fuse.” I huffed in the middle of all the madness.
“No, this is the real deal. Lee canned her ass and she’s even been removed from the roster page. Lindsay Troy is no longer a member of High Octane Wrestling, just see for yourself.” Madison says as she holds her phone into the air for me to see.
“Oh this is just rich, I have to get in contact with Lee and find out the details.” I said as I reached into my pocket for my own cell phone.
With a swipe of my finger and a couple of clicks I was sending a text message to the phone of the God of HOW himself. Of course since Lee can’t see I’m sure it was Redrum who was replying to my messages as Lee dictated a response. After a few more exchanges I got the information I needed before sliding my phone back into my pocket.
“Un-fucking-believable! The bitch fucking cracked. She gave herself until the end of the year to win the HOW World Championship belt but she couldn’t even make it past one show on that promise. She’s super pissed off that I eliminated her from the War Games match. Hell, she’s been pissed since the moment I beat her the first time I faced her. I broke her, I literally broke Lindsay Troy to the point she’s running away from facing me.” I proclaimed triumphantly.
“Hard to believe HOW almost closed because of people like her.” Carmen added.
“Good riddance I say and now I can relax because I have the week off and I don’t have to show up in Pittsburgh on the 26th.” I said as I leaned back in my seat.
“I wouldn’t speak so soon.” Madison interjected while looking back down at her phone.
“What are you talking about? Lindsay Troy literally forced Lee Best to fire her because she was sick and tired of losing to me. I have no opponent which means I get to take it easy.” I retorted.
“Actually there was just another news article posted on the site. They found a replacement for Lindsay Troy. In Pittsburgh on the 26th you’re facing Eli.” Madison said assuredly.
“Eli… Manning?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “I mean sure he got that great office job with the Giants but I didn’t think he would transition from beating Tom Brady in Super Bowls to professional wrestling. This is a box office hit, Lee Best has a great mind for the business.” I continued.
“You’re not facing Eli Manning in Pittsburgh, you’re facing Eli Dresden.” Madison corrected me.
“Okay, but who in the fuck is Eli Dresden? I’ve never even heard of this guy before.” I spouted with a shake of my head.
“Well according to Discord Eli Dresden isn’t a guy, she’s totally a chick. Apparently Eli is short for Eliza and according to the HOW site she’s a former Olympic level gymnast.” Madison elaborated.
“A gymnast? She must be on the small side.” I pondered out loud.
“On her roster page it says she is five foot six inches tall and weighs 153 lbs but get this bit of information. Her hometown is Pittsburgh, PA.” Madison detailed.
“So from the jump I’m walking into this as the Villain. Feels like the good old days but what can you tell me about this chick’s ability?” I inquired.
“Hmmm, her roster page says that she’s a high flyer and given her gymnastics history I can imagine she’s got speed, flips, and flexibility.” Madison said with her eyes glued to her phone.
“Flexibility? She sounds like a glorified cheerleader that is way out of her depth trying her hand at professional wrestling. Time to rebound from a mediocre War Games showing and get myself back into the win column. Eli Dresden won’t know what hit her.”
Fast forward a couple of days and I find myself at home here in Miami. Over the last couple of days it was announced that a new Championship belt would be brought into the fold. The first HOTv Champion was decided on Saturday night where Steve Solex defeated Darin Zion and Zeb Martin to bring the belt home to the Best Alliance. Along with the fact of a HOFC title defense has been added to Refueled on the 26th.
Mike Best will be stepping into the cage to defend the title against Clay Byrd, who stepped up to the plate. Teddy Palmer will be defending the LSD Championship against HOW Hall of Famer John Sektor. And in the main event Conor Fuse and Dan Ryan will be defending the Tag Team titles against Steve Harrison and former HOW World Champion Cancer Jiles. Then there was my match against a relative unknown in Eli Dresden.
Since there wasn’t any footage to go on for Eli I had decided to do the best thing that I could do and that was train to the best of my ability. My home gym had become my own personal man cave since visiting the eye doctor. I didn’t have much to go on but the one thing I knew was that I had a major size and strength advantage against Eli. Ten inches in height and a hundred pounds in weight. I was no stranger to a bit of speed and high flying but I knew if I wanted to walk away with my hand raised in victory I would have to ground and power the HOW rookie.
That’s why at this given moment I was on the floor of my in home gym sweating my ass off doing one armed push ups. Madison was seated in the middle of my back with her legs crossed Indian style for extra added difficulty to the exercise. Madison counted off every single push up and with each rep of twenty I would switch arms. I considered myself lucky that I didn’t suffer anything worse than the fireball to the face from McAvay. Especially considering that both Jatt Starr and Scottywood suffered injuries that will put them on the shelf for several weeks.
“Come move faster, you’re slacking off!” Madison barked.
I shook my head as sweat dripped from my forehead and pooled on the floor beneath me but I kept going. I had to be ready for anything when it came to facing a newcomer in the ring. They immediately had the upper hand considering the fact they could scout me from my time in HOW but I didn’t have that luxury. Since I couldn’t scout Eli Dresden, I would simply have to out work her.
I was tired of all this ring rust from being away for five years holding me back. I was here to be in the main events. To be in title contention, to get my goddamn spot in the HOW Hall of Fame. I pushed harder and harder until I switched over from using one arm to using just my knuckles on one hand. I needed to be stronger than I was in the War Games match. Better than I was yesterday. I needed to be the Conqueror again. I continued pushing with Madison on my back until Carmen walked into the room.
“Oh, you’re hard at work I see. I can come back later if you want?” Carmen questioned.
“No, you’re fine, I need a break anyway.” I said as Madison climbed off of my back.
“I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here while we’re in Miami.” Carmen offered with sincerity.
“It’s no problem at all.” I said as I pulled myself up to my feet. “No one should have to live their whole life in hotel rooms, I know how much that sucks. Just make yourself at home and relax.”
“So have you heard anything from Eli yet?” Carmen asked.
“Nothing yet.” I said as I used the bottom of my tank top to wipe the sweat from my face.
“Maybe you need to cut a promo of your own to light a fire under her ass?” Carmen suggested.
“That’s a good idea, let’s do it.” I said with a nod of my head.
I pulled off my sweat soaked tank top and tossed it into the corner as Madison handed me a bottle of water. I removed the cap and took a drink from the bottle before pouring some of the contents over my head. I handed the bottle back to Madison as Carmen pulled out her phone and started recording.
“Well the War Games match has come and gone and now we march forward towards Refueled #65 in Pittsburgh. I was supposed to be facing Lindsay Troy one on one on the show but what happened? The bitch went and got herself fired from High Octane Wrestling after making the major proclamation that she would be HOW World Champion by the end of the year.”
“I guess Christmas came early this year didn’t it, skank?!” Madison interrupted.
“This could have been the last ever show in HOW and Lee Best wanted to see the Queen of the Ring take on the King of Everything. One more go around and you just lost your smile didn’t you Lindsay? I’ve been living rent free in your brain since we encountered each other backstage before my return match. I told you when I was done with McAvay I had no problem making you next. Now here I stand and all it took was stomping your head into the canvas one time.”
“How could you do such a thing? She’s a Queen! She’s been a Hall of Famer and World Champion everywhere else she’s been. Clearly it’s you that’s in the wrong here!” Madison chastised.
“You were a leader, a shitty one but a leader nonetheless. You knew Lee Best was on the fence about whether or not to shut down HOW. Yet you had the nerve, the fucking gull to say if I lose to JPD again I’m fucking deuces.”
I literally bend over laughing before straightening up and extending my arms.
“What did you expect him to say? ‘Okay Lindsay I’ll have the referee cheat in your favor against one of my own Best Alliance members’ or something like that? Like you haven’t been a gigantic pain in the ass from the moment you stepped foot into this place. Go cry to Eric Dane about how we’re mean, biased, and ruined the fun for you. Maybe now people will realize how fucking dumb this whole 214 thing is now that’s its leader whined so much that a blind man couldn’t stand to see her in HOW ring ever again.”
“Good riddance I say to that barren cunt.” Madison said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“That brings me to my brand new opponent. Out with the old pussy and in with the new pussy. The new pussy goes by the name of Eli Dresden and from what I understand she’s a former gymnast. I guess she got tired of being molested by some old Russian guy she called Coach and decided to give professional wrestling a try. How doing floor routines translates into professional wrestling I’ll never know. However what I do know is that doing floor routines is just a hop, skip, and a jump away from stripping. I should know since I was married to a former stripper.”
“Are you going to keep your Pimp hand strong and slap that bitch until she gives you your money?” Madison mused.
“I don’t know who trained you, I don’t know how long you’ve been doing this for Miss Dresden. For all I know this could be your first match ever. I don’t exactly know what Lee Best sees in you other than the fact that you’re a replacement pussy. Does that make you feel good? Does it give you the warm fuzzies to know the only reason you were offered a contract was because you’re just a replacement vagina for me to roll around with? A little reward from Lee Best for finally vanquishing Lindsay Troy from his life. You’re fresh meat Eli Dresden and this King is looking for a feast fit for wrestling royalty.”
“That’s right you just somersaulted your way right onto the menu bitch and it’s about time to ring the dinner bell.” Madison bragged.
“You’re a relative nobody here in High Octane Wrestling and the whole world is going to watch and see what you have to offer. It’s going to be sink or swim out there in the ring and I’m the measuring stick that you have to vault over. Not Darin Zion, not Brian Hollywood, and not Lester Moregrimes. You don’t have to vault over an ant hill, you have to vault over a fucking mountain. A former three time HOW World Champion, former LBI winner, former War Games winner. A man that has main evented every single pay per view and won. However bleak as your chances look this is the biggest opportunity of your life. You hang with me and people will know you’re worth a fuck.”
“That’s a tall task since he’s practically twice your size and probably has forgotten more wrestling than you’ve learned.” Madison stated adding in her two cents.
“You manage to actually beat me on Saturday night and you’re instantly a made woman. However if you shit the bed then more than likely you won’t last in HOW long enough to see the end of summer. As Madison said I’m bigger and stronger than you. You can run around the ring as much as you want. You can jump off the ropes to your heart’s content but at 153 lbs. it’ll be like wrestling a sack of potatoes. I’m not going to chase you around and wear myself out. I’m going to let you come to me and when I get my hands on you? I’m going to hurt you and I’m going to hurt you real bad. I’m taking you down to the mat and I’m going to pound you. I’m going to grind you until you’re screaming.”
I raise my arms into the air and flex them while showing off my abs a bit. They aren’t Gio Giordano level abs but still impressive.
“I have a statement to make coming out of the War Games match. I’m done with McAvay, Lindsay Troy is gone. It’s time I focus on putting some gold around my waist and you’re the first stepping stone on my path to glory. You’re basically fucked both figuratively and literally. I’m going to have fun with my food Eli, I’m going to find out just how flexible a gymnast can be. I’m going to twist and pull you into all kinds of compromising positions. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that this match is going to take place in your hometown Eli. You’re going to come bouncing down to the ring and the crowd is going to be cheering you on. You’ll be walking a balance beam between being the town’s pride and after losing to me? The town’s shame.”
I lowered my arms and began waging my index finger back and forth in front of the phone.
“Usually I’m all about Unscripted Violence and you’re going to get that. However I’m going to both beat you and break you as a woman. I’m going to do things to you that would make John Sektor blush. I could just leave you with a kiss and that would make your day. Yet anal makes your hole weak and that’s what coming. There won’t be any lube, I’m not waiting for consent. I’m just going to take what I want and make you my sloppy seconds for any other man you face in HOW. I’m going to do it in front of your family, friends, and any loved one’s you have in attendance.”
“They’re just how much of a dirty little girl you can be.” Madison grinned.
“And just when you don’t think you can take anymore? I’m going to take my dick, shove it past that dangly thing in the back of your throat and turn your stomach into a daycare center. When it’s all said and done the next call you’ll be getting won’t be from Lee Best to tell you a job well done. It’ll be from Brazzers seeing if you’ll come in for an audition. I can’t wait, Eli, in just a few days I make you into my own personal codpiece. See you then.”
And with that Carmen stops recording and puts her phone away as I go back to my training for the match.
It was later in the day and I finally finished working out and decided to head upstairs to grab a shower. The hot water felt good on my aching body and I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist as I entered my bedroom. I made my way over to the dresser and reached into one of the top drawers and pulled out an envelope. Just then Madison walked into the room and saw me with the envelope in hand.
“Just what are you about to do?” She asked with her hands on her hips.
“I was grabbing this envelope and I was going to pay Carmen for all the massages she gave over in Japan. I added a little bit of something extra for her help training me before the War Games match.” I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“And you were going down there with an envelope full of cash and just a towel wrapped around yourself?” Madison raised an eyebrow.
“I was going to get dressed first.” I replied, shaking my head.
“Let me do it.” Madison blurted.
“Oh no, if I let you help me get dressed I’ll just end up having to shower again.” I said waving her off.
“No not that, let me go take the money to Carmen.” Madison corrected me.
“Now why would you want to do that?” I questioned.
“That’s because me and her fight about everything! About who gets to drive your car, who gets to train with you. I’m tired of being at odds with her and I figured this would be a way to extend the olive branch to her.” Madison explained.
I thought it over for a moment then finally handed the envelope over towards Madison.
“Great, I’ll make sure she gets this as soon as possible. You just sit back, relax, and I’ll be right back.” Madison said cheerfully.
She walked out of the bedroom holding the envelope in her hands as made her way down the hallway to a secluded spot. She opened up the envelope and began to count the money inside.
“Unbelievable! He gave her an extra $1,000 just for helping him train for the War Games match. Well, we’ll see about that.” Madison whispered.
Madison reached into the envelope and pulled out $1,000 then folded it up in her hand. She slid the money down in between her cleavage to hide it as she continued her way down to Carmen’s room. Madison knocked on the door and then stepped inside as Carmen turned around.
“And just what in the hell do you want?” Carmen hissed.
“Calm down, I’m not here to fight. I just wanted to make sure that you got paid for the massages you gave in Tokyo. Since Jace was dragging his feet about bringing it to you I figured I would deliver it.”
Madison handed the envelope over to Carmen who wasn’t sure what to say. Carmen opened the envelope and counted the money inside before looking up at Madison.
“This is it?” Carmen demanded.
“Is it not all there?” Madison asked sweetly.
“Well, yeah it is but I did a lot more in Tokyo than just give massages. I just figured there would be more.” Carmen said disappointed.
“You got a free round trip vacation to Japan and you’re getting paid for rubbing down a couple of Sumo wrestlers. What more could you want?” Madison wanted to know.
“Nothing I guess.” Carmen said somberly.
“Good. Now if you need anything else just let me know!”
Madison waved and left the room, closing the door behind her. She walked down the hallway and pulled money from her cleavage with a sly grin on her face as the scene fades to black.