Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 18:55:28 GMT -5
Heading to the airport after a victory is so much sweeter than after a loss. Unfortunately any joy I would’ve had during the car ride is gone since I’m riding with Chase. He hasn’t shown any more openness to working together on our team chemistry but that won’t stop me from keeping it up, which is why I’ve decided to take him out to LA for a red carpet event. This is one last chance at getting some quality team bonding time in before Superbrawl and our biggest match. Three other teams, tables, ladders, chairs, the tag team belts hanging high above the ring, and my chance to shine.
We step outside the car in the parking garage; I turn over the keys to my rental Ford Focus to the valet guy. Chase is out grabbing his duffel bag from the trunk and a plastic bag full of prescription bottles.
“You know you can’t just be carrying those around right, you’ve gotta put those in your duffel bag.”
“I’ll deal with it later,” Chase says that with a deep breath afterwards. The hand he holds the Ziploc bag has a long scar running just beneath the knuckle.
“Your hand okay Chase? I mean, I can carry you through the match if need be.”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure? The last thing I need is for my moment to be spoiled by a partner with a possibly broken hand that causes us to lose the match.”
“Yes.”
“Alright,” I figure now would be as good a time as ever to drop on him that he won’t be heading back to Washington just yet.
“So Chase, change of plans for you. You aren’t heading back home just yet; we’re actually flying out to LA today.”
“Seriously?” He doesn’t yell it but I can tell there’s a sense of bewilderment, almost urgency, in his voice.
“Yeah, there’s a red carpet event and I had an open invite, come on, it’s our last chance to be able to do something as a team before the title match, maybe this’ll get you mentally focused and relaxing before I win the tag titles for us.”
Chase walks away, carrying his duffel bag, still clutching that Ziploc bag. I’m able to catch up with him in the security line, long as always. It takes a bit, but we’re finally at the front. Sure enough, the TSA agent at the head of the counter takes one look at bag and says:
“Sir I’m going to ask you to put that medication into your bag before you proceed.”
Surprisingly enough, Chase does so without a fight.
“Thank you. Please proceed.”
Still nothing from Chase, he’s said about ten words all day, all when I spoke to him, maybe one response was more than five words. He has to be upset about his loss, it was tough, I proved myself though, I showed to Kyle Matthews and Mason Dixon that I’m the best the WFWF has to offer, and at Superbrawl nothing will stop me from climbing that ladder and grabbing the title belts.
We go to our gate and set our stuff down, well at least I do, Chase sits down for a second, then stands right back up with his bag and unzips it and grabs the bag the walks over to a water fountain and takes one before walking back over to his seat and collapsing into the fake leather seat, letting out another deep breath.
Time passes by slowly, I flip all the way through the most recent People Magazine before we even board. The boarding announcement for first class is made and I shake him up, he opens his eyes wide and sits with a jolt.
“Chase, grab your bag, we’re getting on the plane.”
Chase slowly stands up; he grabs his bags and walks faster than normal to get in line. I gave the guy at the front of the line our boarding passes and flash him my million dollar smile before getting onto the plane. We take off on time and Chase doesn’t say a word throughout. Not when the flight attendant asks him about the meal option, not about the drinks, not about the snacks, nothing. I order his food for him since I’m such a great partner and to my surprise, he wolfed down the entire meal in similar fashion to the steak in Seattle. I decide against bugging him and soon enough, surprising me, I manage to even fall asleep in the dim cabin.
The landing wakes me up; the one time I do fall asleep the plane has to bounce its way into the gate. We get off and head to baggage claim to grab my bag and meet up with our driver, Cristobal. We hop into the sedan and drive to the Marygrove hotel, arriving in the early hours of the morning. We check in and I make sure to get three room keys, so Chase even if he loses one, will have a spare. I step into the elevator and hit the number 18 and we soon begin our way up. More silence. I try and break it:
“So, are you ready for your first Hollywood party tomorrow?”
Nothing.
“Why won’t you talk? What is your deal? You do realize that we have to at least somewhat be communicative leading up to only our biggest match of our lives?”
Still quiet. The elevator stops at our floor and opens up.
“Fine, but you better thank me when I win those belts.”
I unlock the door to the room and enter, Chase immediately goes onto one of the beds. I set a room key on his bedside table, keeping the spare in my pocket.
“Your key is right here, don’t lose it.”
Still no response from him. No matter, I’ve shown once I can take out a team without his “help”, I can surely do it again. I set the alarm clock in the room to 8:00 since it’ll take him a bit to get ready. I shut the door leading from the bedroom to the living area and sit down in a chair, watching the TV till morning comes.
The alarm in Chase’s room goes off, I go in to give him the agenda.
“Alright Chase, as soon as you’re ready I’ve got us an appointment to get you a suit for tonight. A stylist and everything. Then it’s the red carpet affair, all-day, don’t screw this up.”
Chase gets ready in decent time and I get a call that the car I’d asked for is ready in the lobby. We make our way down, Chase slightly dragging his feet with a dead look in his eyes, and hop in. It takes us to the Olivia Bogart Showcase Suit Store, I know Olivia from some movies and while I’d much rather be making Chase’s dress choices, I have enough to worry about with me, so I made sure she’d be there to give Chase a bit of assistance with his fashion sense.
“Ah Jayson, how are you?!”
She’s a plump woman, short, with short brown hair. Fortunately for me, she’s willing to take on any fashion lost cause, which is the reason I’ve decided to go here, and she’s given me no reason to hate her yet.
“I’m doing well, here to get this guy a suit.”
“Well I’ll take care of that, you go ahead and look around!”
They head over to a rack of coats; Chase hasn’t changed his facial expression the entire day it seems. I walk around the store, gazing upon the fine suits, occasionally taking one to try one. I settle on a new coat, black shirt, and dark red tie, but since it is Superbrawl weekend and I’m in town, I decide to splurge on another royal purple tie and a new pair of dress shoes. After all, I do deserve this, and after my victory I’ll need to look my best during all my media interviews. 45 minutes passes until Olivia returns with Chase as I check out for him.
“You can head to the taxi, Chase, I’ll be a little.”
He walks off, letting out a bit of a sigh, presumably because he can finally leave. I pull Olivia over after I finish checking out:
“Thanks for helping out with him, how was everything?”
“It was…different. He’d obviously never gone suit shopping before and he seems very shy, he didn’t say a word. He always had a deer-in-the-headlights look on him too.”
“Okay,” I’m sure the coldness during this was due to the fact I dragged him here. I’d rather not let anyone know of our slight issues as a team though.
“I bet it’s his new medication. I’ve gotta run, thanks again for helping.”
I walk back to the cab and tell the driver to take us to the hotel. He obliges and the drive is slightly longer now that it’s later in the day with more traffic. Nonetheless, it’s only 15 minutes and we arrive with plenty of time to roll up to the red carpet in style. I double check at the front desk that our Cadillac will be coming to take us and we head up to the room.
I didn’t expect to have to teach Chase how to tie a tie but I did. He looks a bit messy, his greasy hair despite the shower didn’t help, but I can’t control that. I take a final look in the mirror and put the finishing touches on my look.
“Fantastic, alright Chase, you ready?”
“Unfortunately.” Wow, he actually spoke. I ignore the snide remark and keep upbeat.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The car is ready, perfect timing, we’ll be fashionable late. We roll up to the red carpet at the Dolby Theatre, both side lined with flashing cameras and screaming fans. I decline the interview requests since I wouldn’t want any other media incident with Chase and continue down the red carpet. I stop every now and again to let the adoring masses take some pictures, but Chase keeps walking. We finally get into the Theatre for the get together, no Oscar’s tonight, just some Hollywood A-listers, and Chase.
“Chase, don’t get star struck, feel free to mix and mingle.”
I get swamped with tons of celebrities wanting to talk, but in all the commotion I still need to pay attention to where Chase is. So far, he hasn’t moved, though I do see him shake his head no at a waiter offering him champagne. The party goes on for two hours without a hitch, Chase isn’t doing much, as expected, people from Kevin Hart to LL Cool J are talking to me, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about my soon to be triumphant reign as tag team champion, but I let my guard down. All it took was two minutes, but he’s gone; he’s not leaning up against the wall anymore.
Now I get a little worried. The last thing I need is the guy I need at least to come out with me to the ring at Superbrawl to be MIA. I can carry the match, heck, I was going to have to anyway, but WFWF management will surely think otherwise. I walk around asking anyone I run into if they saw the guy I walked in with. None have. The only other possibility I can think of is him heading back to the hotel. I run over to the door, but coolly make my way back to the entrance outside, past all the photographers, past all the screaming fans. I swear I hear one person ask where the long-haired dude is but I ignore him. I jump a different car than one that brought me, one I didn’t see when I entered.
“To the Marygrove hotel.”
“Jayson Garrett? Sir, it’s a privilege…” he rambles on before driving. Don’t lose it on him, be polite.
“…and oh my wife will be so surprised,”
“I bet so, when we get to the hotel I promise a quick picture, just get me there first.”
“Of course!”
That was the perfect thing to say, we weave in and out of traffic, getting back to the hotel in ten minutes. I put a 50 dollar bill on the other seat in the back and as soon as he stops a say:
“Money’s in the back.” And book it inside, leaving him no chance to protest. No time for waiting, I run up the steps to the room, hoping he’s in there, hopefully sleeping.
I get to the floor the swing open the door leading to the stairway. I run down the hallway and fumble around in my pocket and grab the room key, it takes two tries but I open it,
“Cha-“ I don’t get the word out of my mouth. I walk in and the room is in shambles, the couch is overturned, the fridge is wide open, but no liquor has been touched, the drawer underneath the TV is filled with water, Chase’s coat is ripped up and his shirt and tie are in a pile with the buttons all spread out everywhere.
Then starts moaning from Chase’s room, I walk in and there’s Chase, in the fetal position sitting next to the bed, his medication bag torn open and the bottles out on the bed and floor, Chase’s undershirt is soaked and the bottles that held the water are in a pile next to him.
“Oh my god, Chase, what happened?”
“Chase is gone, Chase is gone, I’ve lived a lie.” He repeats this over and over.
“Chase it’s okay, Chase you’re right here. It’s me, Jayson, we’re in LA.”
“Chase is gone, I’m not Chase, I’m not Chase.”
“Yes you are, look, you’re just tired or accidentally had overlapping medicine.” I extend my hand to lift him up.
“NO!” This is the worst possible scenario; my tag team partner has gone insane.
“Alright, stay seated. Look, I just need you to be okay for Superbrawl. Just show up. I’ll get you a plane tonight to Washington. Just please, stop mumbling nonsense.”
“That night, my life, my story, you, this is all fake. This is all a lie. I’m a lie.”
“Stop! Chase, listen, you’re you, I’m me, you’re not dead, you’re just a bit delusional, and that’s it.”
“You weren’t there. You aren’t him. You aren’t him.”
“It’s okay.” I grab a chair and pull it over next to him, but far enough so he doesn’t feel threatened.
“What happened?”
“Chase, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m not Chase, don’t apologize. I don’t even know why you’re apologizing.”
“That was wrong. I took your name, your family, your friends. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Chase looks at me like I’m his best friend now, a huge delusional smile for a moment, only to go back to a sullen look. I immediately call LAX and ask for flights to Washington, 2 AM, that’s fine, it’s midnight, plenty of time, I book a ticket.
“Look, Chase, you’re going home to Washington. It’s all going to be okay.”
I call down to the front desk and ask for a car to pick us up to the airport.
“Alright, ready to stand?” He looks up at me like a child, I slowly inch over and he allows me to pick him up. I toss as many of his bottles and clothes that I can into his suitcase. I assist him in his walking, he’s still talking in a delirious state, and we go back down the elevator, into the lobby, into the car, not the same guy, thank god. We get there at 12:30, the airport isn’t that busy. I check his bag for him and find someone waiting by the TSA area with a wheelchair.
“Hey! You with the wheelchair!” They come over towards me.
“Here’s $25, just make sure he gets on the plane to Seattle safely, he’s not all there, just ignore the rambling.”
“You’ve got it sir.”
I go over to Chase.
“Chase, you’re going back home. I can’t go with you, I’ve still got a couple parties. That man in the wheelchair is going to help. He’s nice. Just make sure you show up to Tempe.”
He’s zoned out now. He somehow has enough awareness to make it to the chair. He’s wheeled off into the airport, swiftly and silently.
Even if my partner’s not right, I am. Kyle and Mason, I’ve beaten you guys once, I proved myself to you, not that I needed to, just stay home. Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, Enchanted, Slanted, you four seem to hate each other’s guts and I’ll be completely honest, I’m perfectly content with you four knocking yourselves out and allowing me to climb that ladder and become champion. Everyone can knock each other out and settle personal grudges with one another, but no matter what you do to each other this match will end the same way regardless, me on top of that ladder holding up the tag team championships and showing you all once and for all that I’ve not just made it but I’m here to stay.
We step outside the car in the parking garage; I turn over the keys to my rental Ford Focus to the valet guy. Chase is out grabbing his duffel bag from the trunk and a plastic bag full of prescription bottles.
“You know you can’t just be carrying those around right, you’ve gotta put those in your duffel bag.”
“I’ll deal with it later,” Chase says that with a deep breath afterwards. The hand he holds the Ziploc bag has a long scar running just beneath the knuckle.
“Your hand okay Chase? I mean, I can carry you through the match if need be.”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure? The last thing I need is for my moment to be spoiled by a partner with a possibly broken hand that causes us to lose the match.”
“Yes.”
“Alright,” I figure now would be as good a time as ever to drop on him that he won’t be heading back to Washington just yet.
“So Chase, change of plans for you. You aren’t heading back home just yet; we’re actually flying out to LA today.”
“Seriously?” He doesn’t yell it but I can tell there’s a sense of bewilderment, almost urgency, in his voice.
“Yeah, there’s a red carpet event and I had an open invite, come on, it’s our last chance to be able to do something as a team before the title match, maybe this’ll get you mentally focused and relaxing before I win the tag titles for us.”
Chase walks away, carrying his duffel bag, still clutching that Ziploc bag. I’m able to catch up with him in the security line, long as always. It takes a bit, but we’re finally at the front. Sure enough, the TSA agent at the head of the counter takes one look at bag and says:
“Sir I’m going to ask you to put that medication into your bag before you proceed.”
Surprisingly enough, Chase does so without a fight.
“Thank you. Please proceed.”
Still nothing from Chase, he’s said about ten words all day, all when I spoke to him, maybe one response was more than five words. He has to be upset about his loss, it was tough, I proved myself though, I showed to Kyle Matthews and Mason Dixon that I’m the best the WFWF has to offer, and at Superbrawl nothing will stop me from climbing that ladder and grabbing the title belts.
We go to our gate and set our stuff down, well at least I do, Chase sits down for a second, then stands right back up with his bag and unzips it and grabs the bag the walks over to a water fountain and takes one before walking back over to his seat and collapsing into the fake leather seat, letting out another deep breath.
Time passes by slowly, I flip all the way through the most recent People Magazine before we even board. The boarding announcement for first class is made and I shake him up, he opens his eyes wide and sits with a jolt.
“Chase, grab your bag, we’re getting on the plane.”
Chase slowly stands up; he grabs his bags and walks faster than normal to get in line. I gave the guy at the front of the line our boarding passes and flash him my million dollar smile before getting onto the plane. We take off on time and Chase doesn’t say a word throughout. Not when the flight attendant asks him about the meal option, not about the drinks, not about the snacks, nothing. I order his food for him since I’m such a great partner and to my surprise, he wolfed down the entire meal in similar fashion to the steak in Seattle. I decide against bugging him and soon enough, surprising me, I manage to even fall asleep in the dim cabin.
The landing wakes me up; the one time I do fall asleep the plane has to bounce its way into the gate. We get off and head to baggage claim to grab my bag and meet up with our driver, Cristobal. We hop into the sedan and drive to the Marygrove hotel, arriving in the early hours of the morning. We check in and I make sure to get three room keys, so Chase even if he loses one, will have a spare. I step into the elevator and hit the number 18 and we soon begin our way up. More silence. I try and break it:
“So, are you ready for your first Hollywood party tomorrow?”
Nothing.
“Why won’t you talk? What is your deal? You do realize that we have to at least somewhat be communicative leading up to only our biggest match of our lives?”
Still quiet. The elevator stops at our floor and opens up.
“Fine, but you better thank me when I win those belts.”
I unlock the door to the room and enter, Chase immediately goes onto one of the beds. I set a room key on his bedside table, keeping the spare in my pocket.
“Your key is right here, don’t lose it.”
Still no response from him. No matter, I’ve shown once I can take out a team without his “help”, I can surely do it again. I set the alarm clock in the room to 8:00 since it’ll take him a bit to get ready. I shut the door leading from the bedroom to the living area and sit down in a chair, watching the TV till morning comes.
The alarm in Chase’s room goes off, I go in to give him the agenda.
“Alright Chase, as soon as you’re ready I’ve got us an appointment to get you a suit for tonight. A stylist and everything. Then it’s the red carpet affair, all-day, don’t screw this up.”
Chase gets ready in decent time and I get a call that the car I’d asked for is ready in the lobby. We make our way down, Chase slightly dragging his feet with a dead look in his eyes, and hop in. It takes us to the Olivia Bogart Showcase Suit Store, I know Olivia from some movies and while I’d much rather be making Chase’s dress choices, I have enough to worry about with me, so I made sure she’d be there to give Chase a bit of assistance with his fashion sense.
“Ah Jayson, how are you?!”
She’s a plump woman, short, with short brown hair. Fortunately for me, she’s willing to take on any fashion lost cause, which is the reason I’ve decided to go here, and she’s given me no reason to hate her yet.
“I’m doing well, here to get this guy a suit.”
“Well I’ll take care of that, you go ahead and look around!”
They head over to a rack of coats; Chase hasn’t changed his facial expression the entire day it seems. I walk around the store, gazing upon the fine suits, occasionally taking one to try one. I settle on a new coat, black shirt, and dark red tie, but since it is Superbrawl weekend and I’m in town, I decide to splurge on another royal purple tie and a new pair of dress shoes. After all, I do deserve this, and after my victory I’ll need to look my best during all my media interviews. 45 minutes passes until Olivia returns with Chase as I check out for him.
“You can head to the taxi, Chase, I’ll be a little.”
He walks off, letting out a bit of a sigh, presumably because he can finally leave. I pull Olivia over after I finish checking out:
“Thanks for helping out with him, how was everything?”
“It was…different. He’d obviously never gone suit shopping before and he seems very shy, he didn’t say a word. He always had a deer-in-the-headlights look on him too.”
“Okay,” I’m sure the coldness during this was due to the fact I dragged him here. I’d rather not let anyone know of our slight issues as a team though.
“I bet it’s his new medication. I’ve gotta run, thanks again for helping.”
I walk back to the cab and tell the driver to take us to the hotel. He obliges and the drive is slightly longer now that it’s later in the day with more traffic. Nonetheless, it’s only 15 minutes and we arrive with plenty of time to roll up to the red carpet in style. I double check at the front desk that our Cadillac will be coming to take us and we head up to the room.
I didn’t expect to have to teach Chase how to tie a tie but I did. He looks a bit messy, his greasy hair despite the shower didn’t help, but I can’t control that. I take a final look in the mirror and put the finishing touches on my look.
“Fantastic, alright Chase, you ready?”
“Unfortunately.” Wow, he actually spoke. I ignore the snide remark and keep upbeat.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The car is ready, perfect timing, we’ll be fashionable late. We roll up to the red carpet at the Dolby Theatre, both side lined with flashing cameras and screaming fans. I decline the interview requests since I wouldn’t want any other media incident with Chase and continue down the red carpet. I stop every now and again to let the adoring masses take some pictures, but Chase keeps walking. We finally get into the Theatre for the get together, no Oscar’s tonight, just some Hollywood A-listers, and Chase.
“Chase, don’t get star struck, feel free to mix and mingle.”
I get swamped with tons of celebrities wanting to talk, but in all the commotion I still need to pay attention to where Chase is. So far, he hasn’t moved, though I do see him shake his head no at a waiter offering him champagne. The party goes on for two hours without a hitch, Chase isn’t doing much, as expected, people from Kevin Hart to LL Cool J are talking to me, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about my soon to be triumphant reign as tag team champion, but I let my guard down. All it took was two minutes, but he’s gone; he’s not leaning up against the wall anymore.
Now I get a little worried. The last thing I need is the guy I need at least to come out with me to the ring at Superbrawl to be MIA. I can carry the match, heck, I was going to have to anyway, but WFWF management will surely think otherwise. I walk around asking anyone I run into if they saw the guy I walked in with. None have. The only other possibility I can think of is him heading back to the hotel. I run over to the door, but coolly make my way back to the entrance outside, past all the photographers, past all the screaming fans. I swear I hear one person ask where the long-haired dude is but I ignore him. I jump a different car than one that brought me, one I didn’t see when I entered.
“To the Marygrove hotel.”
“Jayson Garrett? Sir, it’s a privilege…” he rambles on before driving. Don’t lose it on him, be polite.
“…and oh my wife will be so surprised,”
“I bet so, when we get to the hotel I promise a quick picture, just get me there first.”
“Of course!”
That was the perfect thing to say, we weave in and out of traffic, getting back to the hotel in ten minutes. I put a 50 dollar bill on the other seat in the back and as soon as he stops a say:
“Money’s in the back.” And book it inside, leaving him no chance to protest. No time for waiting, I run up the steps to the room, hoping he’s in there, hopefully sleeping.
I get to the floor the swing open the door leading to the stairway. I run down the hallway and fumble around in my pocket and grab the room key, it takes two tries but I open it,
“Cha-“ I don’t get the word out of my mouth. I walk in and the room is in shambles, the couch is overturned, the fridge is wide open, but no liquor has been touched, the drawer underneath the TV is filled with water, Chase’s coat is ripped up and his shirt and tie are in a pile with the buttons all spread out everywhere.
Then starts moaning from Chase’s room, I walk in and there’s Chase, in the fetal position sitting next to the bed, his medication bag torn open and the bottles out on the bed and floor, Chase’s undershirt is soaked and the bottles that held the water are in a pile next to him.
“Oh my god, Chase, what happened?”
“Chase is gone, Chase is gone, I’ve lived a lie.” He repeats this over and over.
“Chase it’s okay, Chase you’re right here. It’s me, Jayson, we’re in LA.”
“Chase is gone, I’m not Chase, I’m not Chase.”
“Yes you are, look, you’re just tired or accidentally had overlapping medicine.” I extend my hand to lift him up.
“NO!” This is the worst possible scenario; my tag team partner has gone insane.
“Alright, stay seated. Look, I just need you to be okay for Superbrawl. Just show up. I’ll get you a plane tonight to Washington. Just please, stop mumbling nonsense.”
“That night, my life, my story, you, this is all fake. This is all a lie. I’m a lie.”
“Stop! Chase, listen, you’re you, I’m me, you’re not dead, you’re just a bit delusional, and that’s it.”
“You weren’t there. You aren’t him. You aren’t him.”
“It’s okay.” I grab a chair and pull it over next to him, but far enough so he doesn’t feel threatened.
“What happened?”
“Chase, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m not Chase, don’t apologize. I don’t even know why you’re apologizing.”
“That was wrong. I took your name, your family, your friends. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Chase looks at me like I’m his best friend now, a huge delusional smile for a moment, only to go back to a sullen look. I immediately call LAX and ask for flights to Washington, 2 AM, that’s fine, it’s midnight, plenty of time, I book a ticket.
“Look, Chase, you’re going home to Washington. It’s all going to be okay.”
I call down to the front desk and ask for a car to pick us up to the airport.
“Alright, ready to stand?” He looks up at me like a child, I slowly inch over and he allows me to pick him up. I toss as many of his bottles and clothes that I can into his suitcase. I assist him in his walking, he’s still talking in a delirious state, and we go back down the elevator, into the lobby, into the car, not the same guy, thank god. We get there at 12:30, the airport isn’t that busy. I check his bag for him and find someone waiting by the TSA area with a wheelchair.
“Hey! You with the wheelchair!” They come over towards me.
“Here’s $25, just make sure he gets on the plane to Seattle safely, he’s not all there, just ignore the rambling.”
“You’ve got it sir.”
I go over to Chase.
“Chase, you’re going back home. I can’t go with you, I’ve still got a couple parties. That man in the wheelchair is going to help. He’s nice. Just make sure you show up to Tempe.”
He’s zoned out now. He somehow has enough awareness to make it to the chair. He’s wheeled off into the airport, swiftly and silently.
Even if my partner’s not right, I am. Kyle and Mason, I’ve beaten you guys once, I proved myself to you, not that I needed to, just stay home. Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, Enchanted, Slanted, you four seem to hate each other’s guts and I’ll be completely honest, I’m perfectly content with you four knocking yourselves out and allowing me to climb that ladder and become champion. Everyone can knock each other out and settle personal grudges with one another, but no matter what you do to each other this match will end the same way regardless, me on top of that ladder holding up the tag team championships and showing you all once and for all that I’ve not just made it but I’m here to stay.
I dont know good luck 
