Atlantis Gentlemen’s Club
Sunday November 20th, 2022
Hours after Chaos 016 went off-air
Sunday nights weren’t really a party kind of night no matter where you were from. However, when you’re in Chicago and a part of the High Octane Wrestling roster. A Sunday night can mean tucking your tail then heading back to your hotel room and licking your wounds after a tough night in the ring. Or it could be time for a celebration because you accomplished something that very few have ever had before.
For HOW Hall of Famer Jace Parker Davidson it was definitely a celebration. One that landed him and his crew inside of Atlantis Gentlemen’s Club. It was open late and even though it wasn’t a packed house customer wise, the girls were all there and more than ready to entertain anyone willing to come out on a cold Sunday night. Jace, Abdullah, and STRONKETTE were making the most of the club after what happened in the main event of Chaos earlier tonight. Anyone not living under a rock had witnessed Jace pin Steve Solex to capture the HOTv World Tag Team Championship belts for himself and his unlikely partner Scott Stevens.
Of course, Stevens got his lights knocked out by Christopher America when the match was over but that didn’t dampen the mood for the trio.
Abdullah Choi was having more fun than anyone else. Getting lap dances from just about every single girl in the club. Poppin’ bottles like they were going out of style. All while being blitzed out of his skull and asking each girl her price tag to do things to him that would get them arrested in most states. STRONKETTE showed no interest in the girls but was drinking her weight in alcohol. You couldn’t really tell one way or the other if she wanted to be there or if she was just making the most of a bad situation.
And then there was the HOW LSD Champion.
The man of the hour who was paying the tab for all the shenanigans that the three of them would get themselves into on this particular evening. Jace sat tucked away in a booth by himself. He had a large bottle of Smirnoff 100 at his table that he was pouring into his glass. The HOW ICON, LSD, and one of the HOTv World Tag Team Championship belts were all displayed proudly on top of the table. He had his phone in his free hand looking down at it and sending off a text message every few moments. When he wasn’t staring at his phone, he was checking out some of the topless girls that were making their way throughout the floor.
While the celebration was nice, Jace’s mind was a million miles away from this Gentlemen’s Club. He was thinking about what the future held now that he was Champions with Scott Stevens. He was thinking about his match a week from now when he would be defending his LSD Championship belt in a No DQ match. But the thing he was thinking about the most was Thanksgiving on Thursday. His first Thanksgiving where he’d be spending it with Samantha Tolson. He would be meeting members of her family and eating a Thanksgiving Dinner cooked by a woman that considered herself a Pretty Little Murder Machine. And also, that very Murder Machine would be potentially meeting Jace’s son Brendan, who he has yet to tell her about.
The win and the alcohol were nice, but it didn’t do anything to turn his mind off.
A busty, pretty, redheaded girl made her way over towards Jace’s booth and had her eyes focused on the three Championship belts. The woman seductively slid herself into the booth next to Jace and started to talk into his ear above the music playing.
“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?” The redheaded woman asked while poking out her ample chest.
“Yeah, I’m doing alright but I think my friend is having a better time than I am.” Jace pointed over in Abdullah’s direction before taking a sip from his glass.
“Anything I can do to change that in your favor?” The redhead placed her hand gently on Jace’s shoulder.
“I’m good for right now, just the company is enough for me.” Jace smiled and took another sip from his glass.
The redhead looked a little disappointed but decided to not give up just yet. She leaned back in her seat then grabbed the bottle and decided to fill Jace’s glass a little more.
“So, I haven’t seen you before. What’s your name?” The redhead inquired.
“Jace, Jace Parker Davidson.” The LSD Champion answered.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davidson. You can call me Climax.” The redhead purred.
“Climax, huh? I guess that’s not a family name.” Jace jokes.
The redhead smiled and laughed even though they knew there was nothing that funny about what he said. Climax sat the bottle back down and looked at the three Championship belts displayed on the table.
“I take it you must be a pretty big fighter to have so many belts.” Climax said with praise.
“Wrestler.” Jace corrected her.
“Isn’t that what I said?” Climax tilted her head in confusion.
“There is a difference between a fighter and a wrestler.” Jace explained.
“Like what?” Climax pressed the issue.
“Well, for one I’m not Xander Azula.” Jace laughed.
Climax blinked a couple of times trying to comprehend the words that just came out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, is that supposed to mean something?” She tried to keep the sex appeal going but that was difficult given she was out of her depth on the current subject.
“Oh, right. The name Xander Azula doesn’t mean anything to anyone outside of High Octane Wrestling. He’s a man that I’m defending the LSD Championship belt against next week on Chaos here in Chicago. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I am a wrestler. A damn good one, I might add. And Xander Azula prides himself on being a fighter. Which is fine, if your chosen profession wasn’t professional wrestling.” Jace says confidently.
“LSD Championship? Which one of these is that?” Climax points to the belts on the table.
Jace sits his glass down and grabs a hold of the LSD Championship belt. He places the belt over his shoulder and pats the gold plate with his hand.
“That would be this one right here. No one has held this belt for more days than I have. I’ve had this one the longest put of the three. I’m very proud of this Championship belt and no one is taking it from me without a war.” Jace proclaims.
“Does LSD mean you have to be on drugs to fight for that title?” Climax smirks.
“No, it pretty much means that a match with the belt on the line could have any stipulation on it. Sometimes you know ahead of time but sometimes you don’t know until you get out to the ring. Thankfully next Sunday I know the stipulation.” Jace grabs a hold of his glass again.
“And what would that be?” Climax placed her hand on Jace’s inner thigh.
“It’s a no disqualification match. That pretty much means there are no rules, and you can do whatever you want to your opponent. The use of weapons is legal or if you want to have people come down and help you out that’s fine too. Basically, anything that you can think of is fair game.” Jace takes another sip.
“Xander Azula is an interesting name, sounds like a man that has nothing to lose. You might be in for more than you’ve bargained for.” Climax teased a bit.
“If it was anyone else then that would be true. But Xander Azula is nothing more than the little train that couldn’t, among a pack of killers. I’ve beaten Xander many times before and yet he stands there and makes the same claims that this time is going to be different even though he doesn’t do a fucking thing different inside of the ring. He plays this whole Cult thing where he has disciples, followers, idiots, or whatever they call themselves on any given day. Honestly, they all have no real purpose whatsoever. Just a path of goth nerds hanging out doing goth nerd things. The man should honestly look into sacrificial offerings if he expects next Sunday to be any different than any time before. That’s going to be the only goat he’s going to be able to slay guaranteed.” Jace’s arrogance was high.
“Sounds… oh so very… dangerous.” Climax slides her hand further up Jace’s inner thigh.
“That’s because I’m a dangerous man and I’m more than happy to put Xander Azula’s life in danger if he tries to take this LSD Championship belt away from me.” Jace finished the contents of his glass.
“How about you show me how…” Climax rubs her hand over the crotch of Jace’s pants. “Dangerous you can be.”
Climax leans in close to Jace’s ear, almost to the point of nibbling on it, but Jace moves her hand away from his crotch and shakes his head.
“Sorry, just not interested. It’s nothing personal but I got all I can handle and then some at home. I don’t need anything else. I am however more than willing for you to pay to rock that son of a bitch’s world in a VIP room.” Jace pointed over towards Abdullah.
“Him?” Climax’s face scrunched in slight disgust.
“Just make sure he wears a condom, maybe two, and I’ll pay double the rate.” Jace offered.
Climax raised her eyebrow then slid out of the booth and made her way towards where Abdullah was. She leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear.
“It’s your lucky day, come with me.” Climax grabbed Abdullah by the hand.
She pulled Choi up from his seat as he looked over to where Jace was seated. Choi mouthed the words ‘thank you’ repeatedly toward Jace who raised his glass into the air. Climax led Choi over to the VIP room as Jace lifted his phone once again and looked down at a picture of Samantha Tolson on it. Tonight, was nice but the true celebration would start tomorrow in Denver.
On Chaos 017 it’ll be you vs. me.
Fighter vs. Wrestler.
For MY LSD Championship belt.
In a no disqualification match. This promises to be a bloody affair and that’s fine with me. I have no problem getting my hands dirty inside of the ring. You should know that better than anyone since I’m sure you’ve done your homework and realized that I’ve held the LSD Championship for more days than anyone in the history of this company. That along with the path of destruction I’ve blazed on my way to being once again one of the best to ever do this.
I am the goat that refuses to be sacrificed.
I could sit here and bury you before the bell even rings and trust me it’s very tempting. Although, let’s focus on why you’ll walk into this match actually believing you’ll stand a chance of defeating me for the title.
You’re the type of person that thinks they improve each and every single week inside of the ring whether you win or you lose. The Xander Azula I face on Sunday night will be a different Xander Azula than I’ve faced in previous contests.
Or something of that nature because you’re a fighter now.
You pride yourself on being a fighter in HOW and sure that sounds badass to people who don’t know any better but what does it mean, Xander? What separates you as a fighter compared to a roster full of professional wrestlers? Does it give you some kind of advantage inside of the ring? Does it make you faster, stronger, or tougher? What is so special about being a fighter? What do you gain out of being a fighter that you can’t as a professional wrestler?
Yes, I’m asking the hard questions, but I also have the answers.
The answer to all of those questions is not a fucking thing.
See, calling yourself a fighter is nothing important and doesn’t make you different at all Xander. It just means that you’ve found a morsel of success in the HOFC cage and have decided that you want to live in that steel structure. Knowing your chances of looking formidable are greatly increased.
That’s all fine and good but here’s the hard truth.
You’re only a fighter because you suck as a professional wrestler. You’ve failed more than anyone Xander and there is only so long that you can hold onto that untapped potential that people see in you.
So, you, being the clever little boy that you are. You want to corner people into fighting you in a cage and relying on their punches and kicks to take you down. Because punches and kicks are basically all you’re good at. I’ve studied the tape Xander, your arsenal inside of the ring is very limited. A chop block here and there, a neckbreaker, a drop toe hold thrown into the mix. Then a vertical and a snap suplex.
The sheer variety, oh my!
Season those with a German suplex then your big moves. The Bullhammer and a spinning back fist. Yes, a spinning back fist. All 230lbs of Xander Azula expects to finish people off with a spinning back fist.
Make it make sense.
But wait, I’m sure it’s something silly about that move, like the spinning back fist is powered by Eris or some other nonsense. Eris must be very, very forgiving because you’ve failed her more often than not. But I won’t go off on a tangent about how stupid all of that is because you’ve been told that time and time again.
The fact is that you’re not a good wrestler, so you’re tried to build a career off of being a fighter. This is why you’re circling around Michael Lee Best’s office like a stray cat looking for a warm bed and a free meal. But here’s the thing Xander. Your efforts of resurrecting the HOFC division are falling on deaf ears. No one on the roster wants to do that shit full time. Why would anyone worth their salt in the ring want to close themselves off to being a one trick pony?
Your path that you keep preaching about is nothing more than you aimlessly fumbling around in the dark trying to find the bathroom. Michael Lee Best has better things to do than to waste his time coming out of retirement for you. I mean honestly Xander. You’re talking about the most decorated wrestler in HOW history and you think he’s going to lace them up one more time to face you?
No one comes out of retirement to face Xander Azula.
You’re not a dream matchup candidate by any means.
What does anyone gain from beating Xander Azula? I mean for you? A win against me or a win against Mike Best would shove a rocket up your ass to the top. It’s a career defining moment for you but for people like Mike and me. It’s just an easy Sunday night in an otherwise difficult working environment.
You can’t wrestle, your biggest wins are beating Steve Harrison in an HOFC match and beating STRONK barely in a handicapped match. You’re on an island trying to bring HOFC back when everyone else is chasing the glory of actual title belts inside of the wrestling ring.
Maybe you should quit HOW and go find a boxing or MMA promotion to join. Those seem more suited to your capabilities. And yes, I know I’m going to get some backlash for saying that, but I never claimed to be a nice guy. I’m the guy that tells it like it is, Xander. While everyone rustles your hair backstage and blows smoke up your ass about how you’re a good hand, a reliable worker, the guy that’s going to burst through the glass ceiling one day.
I’m the guy that’s going to shoot straight with you.
You’ve already peaked as an HOW wrestler and it’s all downhill from here. It must get tiring, huh? To show up week after week and Rubik cube some words together to make yourself sound threatening and credible. Only to walk out of every single Sunday night with nothing to show for it. Results matter in this business and your words hold no weight if your actions can’t back them up.
I’ve proven this to you how many times now in the ring against you?
What is going to make this time any different?
Oh, right, the no disqualification stipulation. It means you don’t have to out wrestle me in the middle of the ring. It means you can hit me with anything you can find that’s not nailed down. It’s not a wrestling match, it’s a fight. It’s right up your alley Xander, this is your chance!
Only… I’m going to snuff out that chance like you were a candle on a birthday cake.
The only ‘chance’ you have Xander is if you gather every single member of the Eternal Circle that you can find. Arm them with weapons and then you all attack me at once the moment the bell rings for our match. And even then, your chances are still slim that you walk away with MY LSD Championship around your waist.
It’s going to take pulling himself out of your ass so surprising that even you are shocked by it if you expect to pin my shoulders down to the canvas for three seconds.
I’m a Triple Champion.
I’m a Hall of Famer.
I’m a member of The Final Alliance.
I’ve been at the top of the mountain many times before. I’ve beaten all of the greats that have ever stepped foot inside of an HOW ring. You’re a squirrel stuck in the desert in search of a nut. There is no light at the end of your path. There is no scenario where you come out of this looking like a legit threat to anyone on the roster that matters. Your dreams of ever taking the LSD Championship belt are going to shatter faster than Steve Harrison’s knee.
Your failure has been already destined by fate.
Not even Eris has the power to change it.
But you’re a fighter. You’re going to keep fighting no matter what the obstacle is in front of you. Unfortunately for you, this obstacle is a mountain you couldn’t even begin to climb.
Sure, you have a puncher’s chance. Or rather a Fist of Eris chance.
Land it as many times as you want, you’re still going down for the count.
Wrestling matters, Xander Azula.
You do not.
Monday November 21st, 2022
As promised the celebration between Jace and Samantha had been nothing short of momentous the very instant he walked through the front door. Samantha had successfully taken down Madison inside of the ring and injured Stella who Jace had hired to keep an eye on her. Jace had just won his third Championship belt while carrying Scott Stevens on his back to victory. Food, drinks, and sex in many of the different rooms is how they spent the day. Inside of the master bedroom another round of sex had just concluded, and Samantha fell from on top of Jace down to the open space beside him on the bed. Both of them were a little sweaty and breathing heavily.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” Samantha said through heavy breaths.
“This is a horrible time to admit that you’ve been cheating on me!” Jace shouted through his own deep breaths.
Samantha reaches over and punches Jace in the shoulder.
“I’m being serious here!” Samantha roars.
“Fine, fine, what’s on your mind?” Jace asked as he turned to his side to face her.
“I’ve been thinking about my place in Vegas.” Samantha begins.
“What about it?” Jace had managed to slow down his breathing.
“Well, it’s just that now that we have this place and it’s so big. I don’t really see much of a need to keep the place in Vegas. I thought about just moving in here permanently and selling my home in Vegas.” Samantha admits.
“What about Thanksgiving?” Jace questions.
“I thought about having it here instead of Vegas. More room and a bigger kitchen. My family has seen my place in Vegas before but here everyone will have more room to be comfortable and all. If that’s okay with you.” Samantha says with caution.
“That’s perfectly fine with me if we have Thanksgiving here. Speaking of which, there is something that I want to tell you about also.” Jace grinned nervously.
“If it has to do with Madison, I will kick your ass.” Samantha growls.
Jace holds up his hands and shakes his head side to side.
“No, nothing like that at all.” Jace says sincerely. “It’s just that meeting your family, and all is a big step for me. And I have no intention of introducing you to a large portion of my family but there is someone I would like you to meet.”
“Oh?” Samantha’s curiosity was getting the best of her.
“I want you to meet my son.” Jace ripped the Band-Aid off as quickly as possible.
Samantha laid there and blinked a few times as an awkward silence grew by the second between them.
“And it’s not by Madison, just in case you’re even thinking that.” Jace added to break the tension.
“Your son, you have a son. OK then, it’s no issue for me. I love kids!” Samantha said, still seeming a bit blindsided.
“He’s fifteen years old.” Jace corrected her.
“A teenager, oh, yeah that’s awesome too.” Samantha gripped the covers on the bed with her hands.
The silence grew once again between the two of them as Jace tried to figure out whether her reaction was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Anyway, about your family coming. Just how are you going to introduce me?” Jace decided to change the subject.
“Huh?” Samantha snapped out of her deep thoughts.
“I mean… how are you going to explain ‘us’ to them?” Jace tried to tread lightly.
“Oh.” Samantha’s eyes widened a bit. “That you don’t have to worry about. You, on the other hand, never gave me an answer about my place in Vegas.”
“I have no problems with you moving in here full time. If that’s what you want to do, then I’m all for it. However, I wouldn’t just go off and sell the house in Vegas.” Jace commented.
“Why not? It’s been mostly used by friends of mine who needed a place to stay while in the area lately, nothing more.” Samantha responded.
“Then renting it out is an option. I wouldn’t just sell it though; I mean it’s in Vegas and it would give us a place to stay should we decide to have a little fun there. Trust me, I don’t use my place in Miami but I’m not going to sell it either. Prime real estate is worth holding onto and I got plans as far as Vegas goes.” Jace revealed.
“Like what?” Samantha’s tone was sterner.
“Spoilers.” Jace said with a laugh which caused Samantha to roll her eyes.
“Keep on and I’ll make sure you don’t walk into your no disqualification match at 100% on Sunday.” Samantha threatened as she pushed the covers off of her.
“I’m a Triple Champion. I’m not scared of you or Xander Azula. I’ll take you both on and barely even break a sweat.” Jace boasted as Samantha shook her head.
“The way you’re sweating right now dear…I beg to differ.” Samantha pulled herself up off of the bed and headed towards the bathroom inside of the master bedroom.
Jace watched her walk inside then once she was out of view he reached over and grabbed a hold of his phone. He opened the calendar app on his phone then went to August 7th. He marked it down as an anniversary in his phone before sitting it back on the nightstand and laying his head against his pillow.
Life was good at the moment and nothing, not even Xander Azula, was going to change that for him. He was going to walk into Chaos as a Triple Champion, and he was going to walk out of Chaos the exact same way.
Wrestling was to thank for all he had in life at the moment.
That’s because when you’re talented and you work hard.
Wrestling does indeed matter.