The Road So Far Pt. 3

The Road So Far Pt. 3

Posted on March 2, 2024 at 6:28 pm by Noah Hanson

Coming back into this business is a blessing, a god damn curse all at the same time. I feel alive again, I feel my blood coursing through my veins again. I get goosebumps thinking about just going to the shows again. I haven’t felt like that in a while to be honest. I can see why some of the degenerates feed off of all this and to be honest I used to be the same way but this is the final curtain call for this old man. I have sat back and watched as Mike has not even acknowledged me and that has hurt my heart. Maybe I am not trying hard enough. I mean I know he remembers me, but to have not even reply to what I did to him is kinda disappointing if I am really going to be honest. I know I never was taken serious during my first two runs her but mother fucker had better start paying attention or I am going to lose my shit.


Losing my first two matches meant nothing to me because the plan is still in motion. Losing to two incredible talents like Ward and Witness is something that happens but again this is all about staying the course and not letting a loss be a distraction. See I have a bigger plan set in motion and you all are the perfect audience to bear witness to it all. It will be glorious, it will be awe inspiring and I am going to do everything I can to tear down the stigma of greatness that this place has bestowed upon Micheal Lee Best. That is all I can think about these, it consumes every waking moment now. Jasce had no idea what he had done when he sent that envelope to me with his plan enclosed. The fire began to grow, it enveloped me immediately and I couldn’t wait to get started. Jace thought this was all a joke for him, that I am sure of. He probably thought the fans were going to get a laugh and the old Hanson would strut back in the place and pout and brood about every loss and cry on the shoulders of Hollywood and Zion. But pal those days have long since passed and that ship has fucking sailed. See this Hanson is a different cat, no longer is this Hanson going to be walked over and made fun of and just sit there and take it. This Noah is going to take all the taunts, all the hate and bunch them up into a nice little ball and then I am going shove that fucking right up yer ass.


All you people here make me fucking sick, the toxicity of this place should’ve killed everyone years ago but hate and anger can fuel a fire for years I guess. I thought John Pariah was toxic in PWX, always booking himself to win and proudly wearing that shit like a crown. But then you have the hate and blood-lust that just seems to seep through the walls and you can almost smell it in the air. To be honest I haven’t smelled it like this the first couple times I was here but something is different this time. Maybe it’s because I’m not trying to impress everyone here. Maybe I just don’t give two shits about what anyone thinks about me anymore. I guess I am a bit more jaded in my old age, part of that is the fault of this place. I poured everything I could into being the best I could be here and it never mattered. Being a good little soldier was never what they wanted, they wanted fresh souls to be reaped. Back then I guess I was more than willing to give them exactly what they wanted. I was trying to be something that I had no idea how to be … .like them. That was always something I had done through my whole career, spent so much time trying to fit in, trying to get people to like me. It’s laughable now, Wrestling Midwest, Hardcore Insanity, Boardwalk, PWX all I ever did was try to be liked when I should have just been me and spit the truth and let the chips fall where they fall and whatever happens, happens and it happens the way it is supposed to.


So Scottywood we have a match up in the LBI this week, no need to be nice anymore or act civil because that isn’t how this place works and well Scotty is the last person to be civil. The Hardcore Artist is what he’s called, been around for a while like a lot of us around here but in the group part of this deal we are both looking on the outside of Ward and Witness have their OnlyFans public jerk off and believe me that is for the better. We don’t need to be there for that. To be honest the fans shouldn’t even have to be forced to see those two throwing their cocks around, each of them yapping their cocksuckers about who the greatest LSD champ is when neither holds the fucking belt. Clowns, that is what those two are, straight up fucking clowns.


I can’t wait to fight Scotty to be honest, I don’t think we have ever had the chance to lock horns in the past and this is one of those match-ups that I can cross off my bucket list. It is going to be a fucking honor to make you bleed this is week. Win or lose doesn’t matter because this is gonna be all about fun and busting you up and probably getting busted up in return by you and it will be MY pleasure for you to give me some bruises and pain. I get giddy just thinking about it already.

Do you get those types of feelings anymore Scott? Do you look in the mirror and wonder if you’re feeling anything anymore? See that is why I have been grateful for being in this deal, for being in this part of the LBI has made me feel alive again.


But what would anyone around here know about respecting someone? What would anyone here know about honor? All people want around here is carnage, pain and blood. Well you’re gonna have to get so sick, depraved desires served by someone else. I am one of the most talented wrestlers in the business and if you think for a moment that Noah FUCKING Hanson is gonna lower himself to the levels of the trash here. Ha, what a fucking joke. People in this place are so fucking pathetic and so predictable. Been here less than a month and the announcers are already making jokes about me. Didn’t take long and to be honest it shouldn’t shock me these days, those two asshats are only good for sitting on the fat asses and making fun of people. Ya know that old saying those that can’t wrestle, commentate.


So Scotty again I am sure the match will be something to talk about. One of us will get a point and one of us won’t. Both of us are probably gonna need medical attention afterwards. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.


I can see how this is gonna probably go though, two broken down wrestlers doing it for the sake of either a favor to Lee or for one more run regardless of what happens. Scott you seem like you’ve already given up, like you’re done with just about everything. Normally I wouldn’t give two fucks about people around here but you’ve never done anything to me. So what I am gonna do is tell you is this. Don’t give up just yet. Don’t throw in the towel. Don’t walk away and give these pieces of shit even more reasons to talk shit. Come down to the ring at Chaos and look at me and let’s tear the mother fucking rook off the place. Let’s go back to twenty ten, hell I remember those days I was hot as hell back then. Let’s turn back the clock for one night and show them what two fucking legends can do in the ring. Then we can each give all these fuckers a middle finger, hell they all deserve it anyway.


Place: Shaker Heights,OH

Date: 2/26/2024

Time:6 pm

Where: The Hanson Gym on the grounds of the Fortress of Hansontude

Noah Fun Fact #100: Noah had a small part in the cult hit “Xanadu”

Last Video on YouTube: “Lay Your Hands on Me” by The Thompson Twins


Noah is shown unlocking the door to the gym and walking in. Boxes are lined up next to the big, overhead door waiting to be moved to his complex outside Kansas City. Noah walks over to one of the walls and looks at the pictures framed on the walls. He smiles and touches a few of the pictures, remembering the old days. The old days are just that, days in the past, a past where he was out there ruling the business and running companies and even in a  few cases running champions clear out of companies and sometimes completely out of the business. Those days are long since gone though and the man that is standing in the gym thinking about the past is just a shell of the person he was back then.


“Where did the time go?” Noah asked as he grabbed a box and started pulling pictures off the wall and placing them in the box. Pictures of his matches, title wins, friends, enemies all lined the wall. After about twenty minutes all the pictures are in the box and he closes it and then tapes it shut and grabs a marker and writes “pictures” on the side and carries it to the door and sets it with the others. He grabs his back and winces slightly.


Noah turns and walks over the small fridge against the back wall and opens it. There are plenty of bottles of Mountain Dew but he pushes a few to the side and grabs a bottle of water and then pulls out a pill bottle from his pocket. He opens it and tilts it and one pill falls into his palm. He tosses the pill into his mouth and washes it down with some water. He turns and looks at the pile of what used to be the ring that was set up, now torn down and waiting to be loaded on a truck to be delivered with the rest of the stuff. “Ohio has been so good to me…”


“Always has been bro, Ohio loves you, always will.” Noah turns and sees an old familiar face, not Darin Zion or Brian Hollywood, funny they have yet to talk to your hero weeks later, guess they are too busy. Noah turned to see his brother Steve, growing up in Ohio the two shared many things but the love for the ring wasn’t one of them. Steve was a factory worker but always backed his brother.


“What are you doin’ here?” Noah asked as walked over and gave his brother a hearty hug.


“Well Karen asked me to check in on you.” Steve explained. “She’s worried about you, and said you started seeing your shrink again.”


Noah shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t have a good answer for anyone these days. I shouldn’t be wrestling anymore but something happened when I got back into the ring. I don’t know how to explain it.”


“You don’t have to explain anything to me, you’ll never have to either. I just wanted to see how you were doin’, mom asked me to look in on you.” Steve explained as he walked over to the fridge and opened the door. He shook his head in disgust. “How can you still drink that garbage?”


“I actually quit drinking it a few months ago. Take them with you when you leave.” Noah said as he handed his brother a plastic bag. “Not leaving anything behind for the  new owners.”


“So have they found a reason for the fire yet?” Steve asked.


Noah shook his head. “Not yet the fire marshal said his findings could take a bit of time. So meanwhile I decided to sell the land, including the gym but it can be converted to just about anything, so this should be a pretty popular piece of real estate.”


“How are you doing?” Steve asked. “Saw you wince in pain, you sure you really should be putting yourself through this again especially with all your history?”


“If I die in the ring it will be the most glorious way to die.” Noah declared. “But the pain is only temporary…”


Noah smirked as he walked past his brother.


“You know you should stop by and see mom, she would love to see you again.” Steve remarked as turned towards Noah. “Been a while since the last time you talked to her.”


Noah’s head dropped slightly. “Yeah I guess…not intentional or anything just sometimes life makes me busy.”


“I know, if anyone knows that it’s me.” Steve said as he walked past his brother and patted him on the shoulder. “But go see her. It’ll help…”


“Ok…” Noah replied, half smiling.


Steve walked towards the door and then turned to his brother. “I know you’re going back to KC but try to come back home every so often, your roots are here.”


“I know…” Noah replied. “…I’ll try…”


Steve walked out the door and Noah stood there for a little while longer, looking over everything for a little while longer and then walked to the door and turned off the lights. The moving company would be here the next day and then everything would be back in KC. His home or at least that is what he tells himself…


Date: 2/27/2024

Place: Paulding, OH

Where: Paulding Memorial Cemetery

Time: 10 am


Noah’s car is shown driving through the winding road of the cemetery. Noah is looking for a certain grave and then stops. He pops the trunk and opens his door and exits the car with a bouquet of flowers and then pulls a folding chair from the trunk. He walks for a bit and then stops at a grave, unfolds the chair and sets it on the ground and then looks at the grave. It’s covered in leaves and grass. He leans down and brushes the debris off  with his hands and then places the flowers on it and then sits down on the chair.


“Hi Mom…”