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Did I just see Darin Zion battle a goddess back into a portal that Xander opened with some kind of chant? Then Zion won a Pay Per View match by throwing this supernatural challenging fucker off the Alcatraz guard tower?
I think I might be drinking too much… or maybe not enough and I’m having withdrawals…
No, to be clear I am not even thinking of joining Benny in his rehab.
But congrats though Xander on not dying I guess at Alcatraz… maybe? Zion could have neutralized you… a full particle reversal back into whatever portal you were trying to open you Gozer wannabe.
Yeah, I got Frankie running around still in his Ghostbusters costume from Halloween, quoting the movies and cracked the fuck out on candy pretending like he is going to “bust” Xander and Eris into his trap. Like he’s truly some supernatural being…
Halloween is fucking over Xander and you’re now stepping up from the cartoon world with Zion, to the twisted fucking reality with The Hardcore Artist. You and your cult of dumbass followers couldn’t take out Darin Zion in an anything goes guard tower match. What was it? Ten on fucking one at the end? I guess you gotta take whatever fucking schmucks you can get who are dumb enough to believe in your fucking Eris goddess bullshit.
So explain how in the living fuck you’re gonna even try to beat me this week? Please, I’d love to hear the bullshit you’ll pull out of your ass. Maybe destruct and reconstruct yourself again… seemed to work GREAT at Alcatraz. Maybe you’re just broken Xander… and no amount of tinker is ever gonna fix your pathetic psycho babbling ass.
I meanwhile took on seven other men, nearly killed a few of them and almost walked away with the HOTv Title…
Almost though, seems to be the fucking word of my career.
But at the end of the day, the true prize was once again getting to torture people on MY island… on Alcatraz. Hearing the bones snap when I hit QT and Doozer with that zamboni. When I put Reese through that fucking table. Oh and how about my battle with Hollywood and JJR at the end.
I can’t say I didn’t earn some respect for Jeffery James Roberts in that match… at least enough to learn his full name. Our paths will cross again… and I can’t wait for that fight, it’s gonna be fucking beautifully brutal.
But as much as inflicting pain bring me fucking joy here in HOW… it’s time to check off a mark in the W column… and you Xander will that first on the ladder. That first step up on a trip that for once I will not shoot myself in the foot and fall all the way back down. I’m climbing up Xander and I am going to leave your ass where Zion tossed you on the fucking ground.
Sometime Before Refueled
Aberdeen, Scotland
The sight of a toy Ghostbusters trap is seen sliding across the floor of the hotel room he is staying in. It’s certainly no dump, as with Carey’s credit card, The Hardcore Artist has been able to upgrade from rooms that certainly had seen a dead hooker in them.
“Hit it Frankie!” says… Frankie, pretending to be Egon Spengler as his foot slams on the pedal of the trap and the door opens up as the light inside turns on as if the containment unit is starting to try and suck a ghost into it. He pretends to wrangle a ghost with his proton pack as he seems to catch whatever he is shooting and starts to pull it towards the trap.
“Get in there Eris! I’m sending you back to whatever dimension you came from!” Yells Frankie as you can see Scotty shaking his head in the background.
“Can you try to keep it down Fran…” Tries to ask Scotty, but Frankie is totally in his imaginary world.
“Woooooosh!” Yells Frankie as he lets his foot off the trap and the doors close on the trap.
“Now I’m gonna get you Xander! You must be a ghost too if you can channel that horrible goddess!” Exclaims Frankie as he aims his proton pack at another area in the hotel room.
“He’s not a ghost… he’s just a fucking con-man who leads a cult of fucking morons… he’s much like D…” Again Scotty tries to talk only to be cut off by Frankie completely ignoring him.
“Got you Xander! Now you can join Eris in my trap!” Shouts Frankie as he again hammers on the pedal for the trap and opens it up as he drags the make believe proton pack stream towards the trap.
“I think you would just vaporize a human body if you hit it with a stream from a proton pack… they never really did explain that in the movies. But shit that wasn’t a ghost lit on fire when they hit it… so can’t imagine a human body would do to good.” Rambles Scotty like some kind of fucking nerd.
“And goodbye Xander!” Yells Frankie as he takes his foot off the trap and the door close, presumably trapping Xander in the trap with Eris.
“Two in the box, ready to go, we be fast… and they be slow!” Smiles Frankie as he quotes the famous line from the trail scene of Ghostbusters Two after they have caught The Scoleri Brothers.
“Fucking eh… I wish Carey was around to take you off my hands for a bit. I’m trying to get into a mindset to fucking murder Xander this week. To send a message to all of HOW after JJR stole what should have been my title cause fucking Hollywood got in my fucking way.” Complains Scotty as he reaches for a beer… but he doesn’t have one there. He’s been trying to cut back… trying to be better.
It’s either going well… or making things worse. Was what he saw at Alcatraz during Xander’s match with Zion real? Was he fucking hallucinating? If he was then none of this shit makes sense. If it was real… it still doesn’t make any fucking sense.
“Where is Carey? She wasn’t on the plane flight over with us. I haven’t heard her theme music blasting from your phone at all this week.” Questions Frankie as Scotty puts his phone down and turns to his son.
“She didn’t die at Alcatraz?” Questions back Scotty, as if it was something he thought Frankie already knew.
“I figured from Mario tossing her in the bay… and her not texting or calling me. That she was dead.” States Scotty with a scary lack of emotion for someone that he has known for some thirteen years.
“What?!?!?! CAREY IS DEAD?” Pretty much yells Frankie as his eyes are immediately starting to water up.
“You didn’t go check on her after seeing that happen?!? Before we took her plane halfway across the country and used her card to buy this hotel room?” Questions Frankie with a shocking amount of awareness for someone who was just pretending to be a Ghostbuster.
“On what fucking TV was I supposed to watch her fucking rally after I went through a fucking brawl in a prison yard? Joe had the only monitors on the fucking island in his announce booth. Plus after losing the opening match I wasn’t hanging around. I got the fuck off that island and started drinking in downtown San Fran. I didn’t even watch the rest of the show until two days later. I hadn’t heard from her by then… so what the fuck was I supposed to do?”
“You… you could have… you could have done something! Anything! At least confirm it. Maybe there was something you could have done…” stutters Frankie as his emotions are starting to completely take over and the words are barely coming out of his mouth.
Scotty just stares back at his son, not understanding this crazy shit thing people call emotions that he is experiencing. Should he have done something? Anything? Sure. Should he feel something other than the next to nothing he is feeling right now. Yeah.
“I figured she escaped… I thought she had the key. Geez Scotty! Did you talk to her daughters? Did you even think about mourning her if she is… is… if that is what happened to her?” Again Questions Frankie as Scotty just stares back at Frankie. Still not knowing how to answer Frankie. Or how to answer Frankie.
“She never talked to me about this rally thing she was talking about. I mean I own 39% of HOW and she was protesting HOW. She also again poked at fucking Mario and guess what, shocker… fucking shocker, Mario’s fragile fucking ego had to poke back.” Explains Scotty as he tries to turn things around… but Frankie just shakes his head back. Not buying into Scotty trying to blame Carey for Mario trying to kill her.
“This doesn’t sound like something Scottywoke would say. This doesn’t sound like something an ally of woman would say. Has Xander possessed you! I’ll zap the ghost out of you that he has sent to take you over!” Exclaims Frankie as he raises his proton pack to Scotty, who stands up and grabs the gun with his hand and halts Frankie’s next imaginary ghost crusade.
“I will fucking break both your arms so you can’t hold this fucking gun for the next three months. Carey wants me to be some fucking ally of her crusade… a crusade that has done nothing but get me into more and more shit. She poked Mario enough to get him to come back to HOW… now I gotta deal with his ten percent waste of fucking space ass. She triggered Mike Best into a rant that I’m afraid to even reference this much. And where the fuck was she when I ate the fucking pin to Mike in the Tag Team Title match?” Question Scotty back as things are starting to get heated between Scotty and his son as Frankie starts to back away from his father. Knowing that this is not a battle he is going to win. Logically or physically.
“Well let’s at least make some calls. Let’s find out before Refueled so we can either grieve and start to move on… or know that Carey is safe and figure out what she is doing next in this War with Mario.” Suggest Frankie as he picks up his phone and hands it to Scotty… who is already holding his own phone.
Scotty pushes Frankie’s phone away and nods his head, reluctantly agreeing to his son’s suggestion.
“Fine… but if she is ok and she didn’t text or call me… that’s fucked up too. Both to let me know she is ok and to check on if I’m ok after that fucking bloodfest fucking prison fight.” Retorts Scotty, trying to also seem mad about Carey not contacting him if by some chance she is ok after Mario’s attack.
“IF she is ok, then you two are going to get back on the same page. You need her just as much as she needs you! You both make a great team and I am not gonna let you ruin yet another tag team. I know you HATE working with fucking anyone in HOW… but you are gonna make this work if by some miracle Carey is ok.” Sternly lectures Frankie as Scotty looks at him, wondering where the fuck he found a set of fucking balls.
“IF you ever use the word miracle again, I will kick your fucking ass for believing in bullshit fucking crap. Go join Xander’s cult if you wanna believe in make believe crap like that and fucking a goddess named Eris.” Warns Scotty as Frankie nods his head, accepting that small thing if it means his father figuring out what really happened to Carey at Rumble at the Rock.
“Then fine… let me call one of her daughters. If she is alive, they’ll hopefully at least know.” Says Scotty as he opens his contacts and starts scrolling away for the contact as Frankie smiles and crosses his fingers, hoping for… a miracle…. That Carey is still alive.