Post by jdfranchise on Nov 15, 2014 0:10:04 GMT -5
"Ahh, it still burns!"
"Josh, just relax." Nikki says as she takes my hand. "Penny's getting you something for the burn."
"What the hell did he put in that sh*t?"
"Can't be anything good." Dave shot out. "I hope this works Nikki. We can't have both you and Josh on the shelf with injuries."
"It'll work, trust me."
Getting beat up is par for the course in this profession, but tonight I got a triple dose of punishment. I knew that my match with Demon would be a war, and I made a promise to ensure he knew it too. But the important thing is going out and delivering on that promise, which I did if nothing else. His face resembles a Picasso painting thanks to my handiwork, but he had a plan of his own.
I now know what weed feels like when it gets burned in joint paper as a result of that plan. Something struck me as odd when he didn't have his goon squad in tow. I only saw red so I didn't and still don't care that tonight could've gone much worse than it did, because what I did was right. I went out there and took the fight to his doorstep and even though it didn't go my way, Trace Demon now knows who's coming for him World Title or not. His contingency plan was used to save face in front of Drakz, but hey, it's obvious that he needed to justify his title shot after I put him on blast. I know it, the world knows it, and more importantly Issac Cray knows I just made his match in London easier because now Demon's coming in compromised. Unfortunately I gave him an excuse for his inevitable loss, just like I provided him a way to weasel out of what I planned next for him. The sweet smell of victory left a hell of a bite as it was stolen from my grasp.
No, that's just the chemical sensation charing at the layers of skin, tearing holes into my flesh. It doesn't stop there. Little by little, the paper burns into the weed until there's nothing left but ashes. But instead of talking about a joint that at one time was a major facet of the fast and reckless life I used to live, we're talking about my outward appearance. It's become synonomus with being a major part of this company's direction moving foward because let's face the true fact, image makes money. That's how Chase Landon's partner can still find himself in halfway important matches every show and because of that, which by virtue of being his partner Garrett's partner Chase comes back with some fanfare. DMK has made a monster out of a man who's imposing if nothing else and a mediocre announcer into a guy people are looking at and I'm fully aware of why. I know images create reputations, reputations make money and mine is currently jeopardized. If we don't get this chemical off my face, I'll be looking at permanent scarring. Scared by this clown, the hell with that. I'm too pretty to have my financial stability altered by a guy grasping at straws.
"I thought you said she'd only be gone for a second."
"It's a specific base agent that's needed to neutralize the acid burn. You've seen me do this before." Nikki says, scratching along the edge of her purple cast. "Dave, would you be a dear and hand me the sanitizer?"
Dave stands up and grabs the sanitizer bottle out of Nikki's bag. He motions for an underhand toss and Nikki cocks her head to the side. She raises her arm into plain view.
"One armed woman, Dave." Nikki says. "Listen, I need you to come over here and rub it into my hand."
"You said rub-"
"Ugh, nevermind!" Nikki sighs, walking over to Dave and snatching the bottle from his hands. "I'll just have Penny do it when she gets back."
"What?" Dave chuckles. "It's just a bit of humor to lighten the mood."
"Well I appreciate the effort, sweetie." Nikki replies. "Just not the timing."
"I just hope the doctor doesn't come with her." I say, wincing. "I don't need him coming in and blowing sh*t out of proportion. He'll probably see her coming in and ask which one of us needs help."
"You guys know doctors like to stick their noses in everything." Dave retorts. "So don't be surprised when you see him."
"Well," Nikki says sheepishly. "I may or may not have told her to be sneaky about getting the compound."
"You told her to steal the compound?" Dave asks, throwing his hands up by his face and feigning shock. "Why Nikki Dean, I thought you were a nice, wholesome woman."
"When it's family, morals go out the window."
"Well," Dave says, seemingly shocked at Nikki's revelation. "There we are."
"This shouldn't shock you." I say as I adjust on the table. "We're survivors."
"Besides, who said anything about stealing the compound from the doctor?" Nikki interjects. "I just told her to get medical masks from the trainer's room."
"Then what exactly are you using?"
"Baking soda."
"Baking soda?" Dave asks. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused."
"Trace's mist is made up of sulfuric acid." Nikki begins. "Sulfuric acid has a strong acidic makeup, but it's diluted enough to where he can safely store it in his mouth until it's time to release it. Now just because it's diluted doesn't mean that it won't still cause some major burns. So we need something that is a strong alkaline to neutralize it, that's where baking soda comes into the reaction."
Dave is silent, and has a puzzled look on his face from Nikki's explanation. He scratches his head.
"Ok, so can you explain it one more time for me?"
"Baking soda stops the burning on my face from Trace's mist."
"And after that, Josh is going to wash his face, and we'll put some peroxide on his wounds to kill any bacteria that can cause infection."
"So what's with the masks, Nikki?" Dave inquires. "That's the only thing I'm missing."
"Sulfur gives off gas during a reaction." Nikki replies. "Trust me, you're going to need it."
"It smells like rotten eggs, Dave." I state. "It's not pleasant.
"Ok, I'll take your word for it."
The door opens in the background.
"I'm back!" Penny shot out as she closes the door behind her. "Man, you have no clue how hard it is to find baking soda in this arena."
"Where'd you go?"
"I ended up going to catering." Penny says, sitting the baking soda on the table. "Almost had to show my tits so I could get it."
"That's a stretch." Dave says sarcastically. "Penny showing skin to get a score."
"I'm not in the mood, Dave." Penny lashes out. "I got a big f*cking headache after what went down out there."
Thanks for giving my ribs a reminder, Penny. Tonight was the first time I came face to chest with Turgain Zmey. Damaged goods or not, that mountain is difficult to climb. Challenging and dangerous, but not impossible to overcome. I've been watching him intently from a distance as he's systematically destroyed the expendable members of WFWF's roster with just a word from the pint sized puppet master. I believe in inevitably, so I'm not surprised that SOS's path put me in his crosshairs. I don't blame Penny for taking on the challenge, in fact I appreciate her never back down approach.
That's why I ran down to save her and Cam from a potentially fatal beating, getting a chair kicked into my face for my trouble by Landon and the D-List celebrity. It's not hard to imagine why they would do such a thing.
"Ignore him, Penny." Nikki says, nudging her. "He's just being ornery. He can't pass up a sexual reference or masturbation joke."
"Me?" Dave asks. "At least it's not enabling criminal activity."
"No, that's Kent." I interject. "We've all done some questionable things in our lives, but we'd probably get a pass compared the sh*t that twerp does in his spare time."
"How do you know for sure?" Nikki asks.
"People like to talk."
"Can't argue with that." Nikki says, turning toward the bathroom and beckoning Penny. "Can you come help me wash my hand? I want to prevent spreading germs if possible."
I sit up as they exit. It's uncomfortable, but I know I must continue pressing forward guns blazing to fight this war. This is why I came back and I won't dismiss that. My brother and sisters in arms have been there every step of the way while my face has been placed upon the mantle as the architect of our mission, so there's nothing left but to own it just like my win loss record. If people wish to assume I'm S.O.S.'s leader, that's their prerogative, but sadly they would just make asses of themselves. We are all equal parts of the equation, with each bringing a unique skill set and personality to the table with a singular goal in mind. The love of our business.
Dave takes a hard look at me.
"Well, I guess you know that Kirkbride turned us down."
"Yeah, I know." I say, resting back on my elbows. "I can't blame him though. While he has a lot of talent, I can see not wanting to get involved."
"When Nikki got injured, I panicked." Dave says quietly, running his hands through his hair. "She has this calming presence, and I don't know how to explain it really. But we're lucky to still have her on the road with us."
"I understand." I say, nodding my head. "No one expects to get injured, and I wasn't thinking clearly when it happened. How could anyone expect me to?"
"Trace said the things he did because he's a d*ck who understands emotions well enough to play on them." Dave stands up from his chair. "I know if it were my wife and family, I don't know if I would've done anything different. You've handled this situation as well as one could expect."
"I appreciate that, man."
"I know I've been difficult to be around lately." Dave says as he pats me on the shoulder. "You, Nikki, and Penny have been good me and don't deserve me treating you like that."
"It's cool." I say, looking him in the eyes. "I know this job can bring out the worst in people."
Nikki and Penny come back into the room. Nikki walks over to the table and picks up a latex glove. Penny helps her with the glove.
"Alright," she says, picking up the medical mask. "You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Ok. Masks on."
Josh Dean Presents
I Need to Blaze
"How'd you know what would neutralize Josh's burns?" Penny asked as the four of us enter the car. "That was pretty amazing."
"My old job." Nikki replies. "It was before I met Josh."
"What were you?" Dave inquires as he fumbles the keys to his SUV. "A crime scene investigator?"
"No, just a science teacher." Nikki says as she climbs into the backseat. Penny and Dave look at her, amazed. "What? It's basic chemistry."
"That's so cool, hun!" Penny gushes out, fixing her gaze on me. "Is there anything this woman can't do?"
"If there is, I haven't seen it yet."
I take Nikki's hand. I can tell she needed that. Her recovery so far has been difficult, but the hardest part is not being able to ply her craft in the ring and defending the title she earned. Seeing the dejected look on her face when the doctor said four to six months and that powerless feeling witnessing Ante Witner take advantage of the situation. She's put on a polite front around people at work, and in turn, they've shown her enough respect to wish her well. But they can't see the embers of vengance stirring like me. I know she's motivated to return, but little positive reinforcements like this help her from becoming depressed.
I can actually draw a lot of fair comparisons to Landon with Nikki's present state of flux and how easy it is to feel a sense of worthlessness. But I don't think it's right to compare an apple to an orange.
"Are you two gonna start blowing things up now?" Dave inquires as he turns the car onto the highway. "I just don't want to get arrested because some a**hole thinks we're running a meth lab. I'll never have a chance of getting her back in my life if that happens."
"Sh*t Dave," Penny shot out. "Now you're being paranoid!"
"Am I?"
"Dave has a valid concern, Penny." Nikki interjects. "Drake's father isn't involved much in his life, but I make him walk the line when he does get involved."
"And my ex is the type of woman that would take anything out of context just to be a b*tch." Dave adds. "I don't want that kind of grief in my life, because you saw what that trip to Calgary did to me."
"Well luckily we're not doing any of those things." Nikki says. "You deserve a chance to be in your daughter's life."
"Aww!" Penny groans. "You started to get my hopes up."
"Would you feel better if I said we'll make a model volcano when we get back to Atlanta."
"Really, you mean it?"
"Yeah sweetie." Nikki says, reaching up and hugging Penny's neck. "It's probably a good idea anyway. I'm running out of things to give Drake for his studies."
"Yay!"
As Penny's excitement dies down, Nikki turns her gaze to Dave.
"Can I ask you a question, Dave?"
"Sure."
"What do you think I did before I met Josh?"
"I don't know." Dave says as he glances back at Nikki through the rear view mirror. "This isn't a trick question, is it?"
"Of course not." Nikki replies. "I just want to know what you think."
"I just didn't expect you to be a teacher." Dave sighs. "I thought you might've been a rising attorney or something of that nature."
"Why those things?"
"Because you're smart and...."
"I'm an attractive woman?"
"Hmmm," Dave smirks before smiling. "That certainly doesn't hurt."
"Did the walk to the car after Battle at the Garden show you anything?"
"Honestly Nikki," Dave begins. "I was on such an emotional high that everything blurred together and I must've missed something. Was it subtle?"
"No," Penny shot out, giving this conversation a third perspective. "It was pretty obvious."
"Are you talking about that heckler?
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about that guy." Dave retorts. "Some people are just angry about their station in life."
"That's why what he said bothers me so much to this day." Nikki begins. "Because a justification like the one you just gave before I said anything about the heckler. It's what he would say, that I used my looks to advance my career."
"But I didn't think that." Dave says, backpedaling from his previous statement. "I meant because of your tenacity."
Sometimes I like to sit back and listen to conversation. I believe that you can gain more from a person just by letting them talk than influencing their response to tailor your part of the dialouge. Every individual has their own thoughts, feelings and opinions that warrant consideration from those they associate themselves with. And sitting here listening to the ones I care about debating on gender roles, I've put myself in Zmey's position for a moment. The only difference between us in a similar situation is that I can join this conversation any time I want. Zmey is essentially there to be seen, destroy, and barely heard. I can't imagine a scenario where Kent allows him to get a word in edgewise. All that leaves are assumptions, and I prefer having my facts in order.
But what's really intriguing is the fact no one is certain about what goes on in the destroyer's mind. That list is including but not limited to his own associates and they are oblivious to that. I don't bother myself with things I have no control over. Zmey's going to do his thing, and when I eventually find myself across the ring from him I'll consider his thoughts because they directly involve me. That day is coming sooner rather than later. Perhaps it'll be due to smashing Demon's nose all over his face and some twisted variation of the two birds with one stone principle designed to punish SOS prior to the major battle. Having Kent's crew do the dirty work would be a great tactical move by him if he were smart because we also have eyes on Hollywood Unhinged's gold. If any of these sonofab*tches could read my mind, they'd be overwhelmed with the plans I have for payback.
"Ok Dave," Penny shot out as she navigates the street signs. "It should be another block before you turn to go toward the hospital."
"I hope Cameron is ok." Nikki says. "He seems like a pretty good guy."
"He got involved with something he didn't have to." Dave says as he turns at the stop light. "That makes him cool in my book."
"Cam doesn't back down from a fight, and I respected that about him after our SuperBrawl match."
Dave pulls into the hospital's parking lot. I let out a deep sigh.
"We're here."
"I feel responsible guys." I finally break my silence. "If I hadn't been so focused Demon, none of this would've happened."
"He went willingly, hun."
"I know, but Dave's right." I say as we get out of the car. "He didn't have to be involved. Listen, you guys go on up, I got business to handle."
I pull out my cellphone as the rest of the group leaves me at the car.
"Lila, it's Josh." I begin. "Yeah, listen, put me in the ring with Zmey. I understand that a bigger match can be made down the line, but a friend's in the hospital and it could've been stopped. Yeah, ok. Oh and one more thing, hand me Landon's ass on a platter too. I got a receipt waiting for him. Two birds with one stone."
**
You know there's something liberating about fighting the guy that signs your paychecks. A tyrant like him needs to be held accountable for his actions, especially when they directly affect someone you love so deeply as I do my wife Nikki. And I guess harnessing all of that energy and emotion on specific target leaves you vulnerable to cheap shots.
Right Chase?
I don't blame you though. With Garrett gaining all the headlines between the two of you, I can see why I was your target at the end of Men and Monsters. I just recently outclassed your partner in a one on one setting, and you saw a chance to get one up on him. That's why I asked for this match at Black Friday, because even though my return hasn't been as triumphant as Drakz's by comparison, I'm still a nice name to have on the mantle for you to prove you're not an albatross.
An albatross is what unfortunately what you've made yourself, if for no other reason than the story that accompanies a rise above to prominence. A win on the grandest stage in this business is a moment that brings estranged partners together and makes the team stronger, more determined to prove they're worthy of the belts they hold. Teams like the Revolution, Axis, Anointed, Epoch held the belts that you and Jayson hold now. Unfortunately, titles lose luster over time. It happens and there isn't much that can be done to prevent it.
Checking yourself into a mental ward for a four month hiatus is not the way to go about restoring their prestige. I mean until you made that return a few weeks ago, I forgot about you. Seeing Garrett teaming with Dex all that time lead me to believe that he had the foresight to replace you. I'm sure Dex wouldn't have cared to get handed another title on his resume, being that he looked like a charity case with the World Title debacle, but I digress. YOU made yourself an albatross by running away! I don't like Garrett very much, but at least he stayed.
You know it's funny, my wife Nikki has been feeling down recently because of her injury. She too feels like she is holding the team down because she isn't there on the front line every show. But she didn't high tail it back to Atlanta to the comfort zone of our home and nice lifestyle. She's working her ass off to come back and reclaim the title that she was stripped of, helping us by providing the moral support we need!
But then again, that fighting spirit is something I'll never confuse you for having, given your track record.
I also know that it didn't used to be that way.
I don't give a sh*t what the reason is behind the change.
You picked the wrong guy to make a statement with, hoping that you returned to form.
***
"So Drake came home with a black eye the other day."
"Oh my God, Josh! What happened?"
"Drake and Hunter have been staying with Nikki's dad recently, where she's been doing recovery while travelling with us."
"I noticed that when I saw Nikki e-mailing lesson plans for Drake."
"Right. Well, David took the boys to the park and Drake took his basketball." I begin. "Drake said he was playing on the court with a bunch of other kids and after the game was over, he went to get his basketball."
"I think I know where you're going with this."
"So, the kid wouldn't give Drake his basketball back, and Drake went to take it back." I continue. "David said he looked up from doing something for Hunter and Drake's being trounced by the kid with the basketball and a larger boy."
"Did David do anything to stop it?" Penny asks, putting the finishing touches on a joint. "I know he had the baby, so you're limited on what you can really do."
"He did what he could, because he said as soon as he came running, those kids took off and left the ball."
"Wow Josh." Penny gets up in shock. "I can't believe how ruthless kids are getting."
"Aside from the shiner, he's fine." I state. "He won't say much about what happened in between the end of the game and David running the boys off. I don't blame him though."
"Is this the first time he's had a bully?"
"Once, a few years ago, before Nikki and I got together."
"How did Nikki handle it?"
"She told me she let the boys handle it on their own."
"This is different Josh." Penny says, sitting down and lighting up the joint. "This is two kids against one."
"I know."
It's hard to see your child in pain, especially from the kind of abuse that being bullied can entail. Nikki and I have discussed the subject ad nauseam since we've been together. The only thing we can agree on is that we can't agree on the best course of action to tell our son to take. Given that Nikki has worked in the public school system, she tends to side with their zero tolerance policy and I understand that due to the whole world being so gung-ho about getting lawyers and judges in the mix. I wasn't that fortunate, because where I came from fighting back means surviving. Lawyers didn't get involved unless it was defending a murder charge. It may not be those same dire circumstances it was back then, but it's a lesson he needs to learn. The only way Drake can be certain of what to do is if Nikki and I take a united front.
If only there was a way to make her understand the significance of Drake taking a stand. Maybe I should remind her of the stand we take everyday at work.
"I just don't know what to do."
"What's your gut tell you?"
"It doesn't matter what my gut tells me, Nikki thinks this situation can be handled in a diplomatic way and I have to respect her input."
"I don't know about that, especially if it's misguided."
"I don't think it's misguided. I think it comes from a good place. But this is the first time Drake's had to worry about a kid being cruel for no apparent reason." I say, running my fingers through my hair. "Kids like that don't stop because their parents don't hold them accountable. The only thing they understand is violence, like Kent. I didn't need to be present to know the kid who took his ball is a little punk that hides behind bigger kids for intimidation."
Penny takes a drag of her joint, and the sweet smell of marijuana fills my nostrils. It takes me back for a moment to the time when I would use it to decompress in times I felt overwhelmed in my personal and professional life. I can safely say this has never happened because usually one or both of them went pretty well. Penny looks over at me as my gaze is fixed on the joint in her mouth.
"You want a hit?"
"I probably shouldn't."
"You're looking at it awfully close."
"I just remember how much I used to smoke and why I smoked." I begin as she flicks an ash into the ashtray. " It got to be really expensive, going through a half ounce of premium grade kush a day."
"I wish I had your hook ups."
"It was an escape from my personal life. Sh*t was in shambles, and the strong stuff allowed me to stay so sedated on my days off that it'd be time to go to work when I finally came down."
"Unfortunately, I don't have kush." Penny shot out as she passed the joint over to me. "But if you need a second to chill, this'll get the job done."
"I know there are worse alternatives."
"Yeah, like getting in the ring with Zmey and Landon."
"Touche."
"So take a hit and relax for a minute. I'm pretty sure you've earned it."
"I can't. Nikki's against it and I don't want to give her something else to freak out about."
"Ok." Penny says, pulling the joint back to her lips. "If you change your mind, just tell me. There's plenty here and I don't like smoking by myself."
"Neither did I." I smirk. "I'm kind of surprised Dave hasn't smoked with you."
"No." Penny says, exhaling the smoke from her lungs. "Dave's pretty against it too. I make special trips to see Celeste just so I won't be alone."
"Makes sense."
"It does?"
"Yeah, I used to make a lot of random trips to smoke with people." I say. "I didn't usually open the house up before I met Nikki. But that would explain why Dave was so against you and her doing science experiments."
Penny leans back and sighs, taking a deep inhale off the joint.
"He was so excited." Penny begins. "Coming out of that cage with the belt, Dave thought he could do anything. Then we get there and he gets slapped in the face by no response. It seems like something gave up in him that day, now he's trying to pick up the pieces."
"I know, and we've all felt it." I say, placing my hands on my face. "And I've been so caught up in fighting for Nikki's honor and trying to get the real Yukio Blaze to stand up that I put you on an island."
"Listen Josh." Penny shot out. "Cam supports what we're doing. He took issue with KKK before we ever got involved. The important thing is that you came to our aide when I needed it."
"I was really some help."
"I wouldn't be sitting here if you didn't do that." Penny turns to look at me. "They would've killed me."
"A little dramatic much?"
"No, I'm serious. We're all worried about you." Penny pleads with me to listen. "I've been in there with Zmey and he's dangerous enough when you're focused solely on him. Your mind has been in a hundred different directions since the Garden, and I'm afraid that it won't end well if you can't focus."
"I'll survive. I always do."
Penny pulls the joint up to her mouth, but I reach out for it, taking it from her. Penny raises her eyebrows, taken aback. I examine the joint before putting it up to my lips. Inhale. Exhale.
"You could've asked."
"I figured you wouldn't mind."
"What about Nikki and her anti weed stance?"
"You let me worry about taking the heat."
***
I've heard the talk from everyone in the back from the moment this match was made that I'm clearly on a suicide mission. I've heard from my friends say that I'm not going into this with a clear mind. Maybe I haven't been thinking clearly, and I don't expect you to care. I don't give a sh*t if you do care, don't care, or are indifferent because you're "following the little twat's orders", I'm coming to fight. It's one thing to hurt me. I'm resilient, so I'll bounce back like I always do. But because of Donnie Monty Kent's orders, you put two of my friends in danger and for that, the Dragon will be slayed right in front of his master while he looks on in horror and runs for cover.
The midget will convince you that this match is a massacre.
The midget will have you to believe that this match will be the one that takes the pain away.
The midget will tell you that you doing something for the right reason.
The midget will have you believing has his d*ck puts Dirk Diggler's to shame. Just me here, but if you believe that, I got some beach front property in the desert I'd love to sell you. But I digress, because I don't take you for the thinking type.
The midget will pump you up like he's done for the past six months that you are a monster and a destroyer, because the few times he allows you to speak, that's the only words you can muster.
See a pattern here? The midget is the only one allowed to think in this whole operation. How the hell does that happen? I personally don't care because you're gonna fall, hard, like the big tree you are.
Fortunately for me, I don't believe in monsters. That's why I'm so mystified by the myth that follows you. I must say, it looks awful impressive beating guys who aren't even a part of this company anymore. But here's some truth for you to chew on, you only have a purpose because Kent doesn't have the ability to carry out his own plans. He takes a guy like you, big and imposing, to do it for him because people fear size. But what happens if let's say, an unfortunate accident happens to adorable little Donnie? I don't know, maybe someone raises their leg up to their hip and kicks your miniscule general's head clean of his shoulders, then what? He's already given you a lobotomy and vasectomy in one swoop, so without him there barking out commands you're lost in the woods, jack. The big man all of sudden becomes vulnerable and in a match like this, those odds don't look good for you.
I have this strange gut feeling that being used as someone else's heavy is not lost on you. I have a feeling that it's happened to you all your life. Being the biggest kid on the block, village, or wherever the f*ck you came from didn't always warrant fear, did it? No, it made you a target of ridicule until one day, a kid just like Donnie decided to use your vast size for his own gain. That started a vicious cycle that you've become accustomed to as routine, only the faces and names have changed over the years.
If it were under another set of circumstances, I'd have empathy for you. That's what separates us. I can think for myself, therefore I can turn that killer instinct on and off and treat a human being like just that. And that is going to make all the difference. DMK is going to demand my head, but he won't get it.
Because you may be a mythical monster Turgain Zmey, but I am a f*cking warrior! That means I lay down for no one. That also means the beast will be hunted. I'm doing this for me, my friends, but also to show my son that size doesn't amount to a hill of beans.
So when you find yourself looking up at the lights for the first time in your career, you can thank the midget for setting you up for failure.
[/b][/b][/div]"Josh, just relax." Nikki says as she takes my hand. "Penny's getting you something for the burn."
"What the hell did he put in that sh*t?"
"Can't be anything good." Dave shot out. "I hope this works Nikki. We can't have both you and Josh on the shelf with injuries."
"It'll work, trust me."
Getting beat up is par for the course in this profession, but tonight I got a triple dose of punishment. I knew that my match with Demon would be a war, and I made a promise to ensure he knew it too. But the important thing is going out and delivering on that promise, which I did if nothing else. His face resembles a Picasso painting thanks to my handiwork, but he had a plan of his own.
I now know what weed feels like when it gets burned in joint paper as a result of that plan. Something struck me as odd when he didn't have his goon squad in tow. I only saw red so I didn't and still don't care that tonight could've gone much worse than it did, because what I did was right. I went out there and took the fight to his doorstep and even though it didn't go my way, Trace Demon now knows who's coming for him World Title or not. His contingency plan was used to save face in front of Drakz, but hey, it's obvious that he needed to justify his title shot after I put him on blast. I know it, the world knows it, and more importantly Issac Cray knows I just made his match in London easier because now Demon's coming in compromised. Unfortunately I gave him an excuse for his inevitable loss, just like I provided him a way to weasel out of what I planned next for him. The sweet smell of victory left a hell of a bite as it was stolen from my grasp.
No, that's just the chemical sensation charing at the layers of skin, tearing holes into my flesh. It doesn't stop there. Little by little, the paper burns into the weed until there's nothing left but ashes. But instead of talking about a joint that at one time was a major facet of the fast and reckless life I used to live, we're talking about my outward appearance. It's become synonomus with being a major part of this company's direction moving foward because let's face the true fact, image makes money. That's how Chase Landon's partner can still find himself in halfway important matches every show and because of that, which by virtue of being his partner Garrett's partner Chase comes back with some fanfare. DMK has made a monster out of a man who's imposing if nothing else and a mediocre announcer into a guy people are looking at and I'm fully aware of why. I know images create reputations, reputations make money and mine is currently jeopardized. If we don't get this chemical off my face, I'll be looking at permanent scarring. Scared by this clown, the hell with that. I'm too pretty to have my financial stability altered by a guy grasping at straws.
"I thought you said she'd only be gone for a second."
"It's a specific base agent that's needed to neutralize the acid burn. You've seen me do this before." Nikki says, scratching along the edge of her purple cast. "Dave, would you be a dear and hand me the sanitizer?"
Dave stands up and grabs the sanitizer bottle out of Nikki's bag. He motions for an underhand toss and Nikki cocks her head to the side. She raises her arm into plain view.
"One armed woman, Dave." Nikki says. "Listen, I need you to come over here and rub it into my hand."
"You said rub-"
"Ugh, nevermind!" Nikki sighs, walking over to Dave and snatching the bottle from his hands. "I'll just have Penny do it when she gets back."
"What?" Dave chuckles. "It's just a bit of humor to lighten the mood."
"Well I appreciate the effort, sweetie." Nikki replies. "Just not the timing."
"I just hope the doctor doesn't come with her." I say, wincing. "I don't need him coming in and blowing sh*t out of proportion. He'll probably see her coming in and ask which one of us needs help."
"You guys know doctors like to stick their noses in everything." Dave retorts. "So don't be surprised when you see him."
"Well," Nikki says sheepishly. "I may or may not have told her to be sneaky about getting the compound."
"You told her to steal the compound?" Dave asks, throwing his hands up by his face and feigning shock. "Why Nikki Dean, I thought you were a nice, wholesome woman."
"When it's family, morals go out the window."
"Well," Dave says, seemingly shocked at Nikki's revelation. "There we are."
"This shouldn't shock you." I say as I adjust on the table. "We're survivors."
"Besides, who said anything about stealing the compound from the doctor?" Nikki interjects. "I just told her to get medical masks from the trainer's room."
"Then what exactly are you using?"
"Baking soda."
"Baking soda?" Dave asks. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused."
"Trace's mist is made up of sulfuric acid." Nikki begins. "Sulfuric acid has a strong acidic makeup, but it's diluted enough to where he can safely store it in his mouth until it's time to release it. Now just because it's diluted doesn't mean that it won't still cause some major burns. So we need something that is a strong alkaline to neutralize it, that's where baking soda comes into the reaction."
Dave is silent, and has a puzzled look on his face from Nikki's explanation. He scratches his head.
"Ok, so can you explain it one more time for me?"
"Baking soda stops the burning on my face from Trace's mist."
"And after that, Josh is going to wash his face, and we'll put some peroxide on his wounds to kill any bacteria that can cause infection."
"So what's with the masks, Nikki?" Dave inquires. "That's the only thing I'm missing."
"Sulfur gives off gas during a reaction." Nikki replies. "Trust me, you're going to need it."
"It smells like rotten eggs, Dave." I state. "It's not pleasant.
"Ok, I'll take your word for it."
The door opens in the background.
"I'm back!" Penny shot out as she closes the door behind her. "Man, you have no clue how hard it is to find baking soda in this arena."
"Where'd you go?"
"I ended up going to catering." Penny says, sitting the baking soda on the table. "Almost had to show my tits so I could get it."
"That's a stretch." Dave says sarcastically. "Penny showing skin to get a score."
"I'm not in the mood, Dave." Penny lashes out. "I got a big f*cking headache after what went down out there."
Thanks for giving my ribs a reminder, Penny. Tonight was the first time I came face to chest with Turgain Zmey. Damaged goods or not, that mountain is difficult to climb. Challenging and dangerous, but not impossible to overcome. I've been watching him intently from a distance as he's systematically destroyed the expendable members of WFWF's roster with just a word from the pint sized puppet master. I believe in inevitably, so I'm not surprised that SOS's path put me in his crosshairs. I don't blame Penny for taking on the challenge, in fact I appreciate her never back down approach.
That's why I ran down to save her and Cam from a potentially fatal beating, getting a chair kicked into my face for my trouble by Landon and the D-List celebrity. It's not hard to imagine why they would do such a thing.
"Ignore him, Penny." Nikki says, nudging her. "He's just being ornery. He can't pass up a sexual reference or masturbation joke."
"Me?" Dave asks. "At least it's not enabling criminal activity."
"No, that's Kent." I interject. "We've all done some questionable things in our lives, but we'd probably get a pass compared the sh*t that twerp does in his spare time."
"How do you know for sure?" Nikki asks.
"People like to talk."
"Can't argue with that." Nikki says, turning toward the bathroom and beckoning Penny. "Can you come help me wash my hand? I want to prevent spreading germs if possible."
I sit up as they exit. It's uncomfortable, but I know I must continue pressing forward guns blazing to fight this war. This is why I came back and I won't dismiss that. My brother and sisters in arms have been there every step of the way while my face has been placed upon the mantle as the architect of our mission, so there's nothing left but to own it just like my win loss record. If people wish to assume I'm S.O.S.'s leader, that's their prerogative, but sadly they would just make asses of themselves. We are all equal parts of the equation, with each bringing a unique skill set and personality to the table with a singular goal in mind. The love of our business.
Dave takes a hard look at me.
"Well, I guess you know that Kirkbride turned us down."
"Yeah, I know." I say, resting back on my elbows. "I can't blame him though. While he has a lot of talent, I can see not wanting to get involved."
"When Nikki got injured, I panicked." Dave says quietly, running his hands through his hair. "She has this calming presence, and I don't know how to explain it really. But we're lucky to still have her on the road with us."
"I understand." I say, nodding my head. "No one expects to get injured, and I wasn't thinking clearly when it happened. How could anyone expect me to?"
"Trace said the things he did because he's a d*ck who understands emotions well enough to play on them." Dave stands up from his chair. "I know if it were my wife and family, I don't know if I would've done anything different. You've handled this situation as well as one could expect."
"I appreciate that, man."
"I know I've been difficult to be around lately." Dave says as he pats me on the shoulder. "You, Nikki, and Penny have been good me and don't deserve me treating you like that."
"It's cool." I say, looking him in the eyes. "I know this job can bring out the worst in people."
Nikki and Penny come back into the room. Nikki walks over to the table and picks up a latex glove. Penny helps her with the glove.
"Alright," she says, picking up the medical mask. "You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Ok. Masks on."
Josh Dean Presents
I Need to Blaze
"How'd you know what would neutralize Josh's burns?" Penny asked as the four of us enter the car. "That was pretty amazing."
"My old job." Nikki replies. "It was before I met Josh."
"What were you?" Dave inquires as he fumbles the keys to his SUV. "A crime scene investigator?"
"No, just a science teacher." Nikki says as she climbs into the backseat. Penny and Dave look at her, amazed. "What? It's basic chemistry."
"That's so cool, hun!" Penny gushes out, fixing her gaze on me. "Is there anything this woman can't do?"
"If there is, I haven't seen it yet."
I take Nikki's hand. I can tell she needed that. Her recovery so far has been difficult, but the hardest part is not being able to ply her craft in the ring and defending the title she earned. Seeing the dejected look on her face when the doctor said four to six months and that powerless feeling witnessing Ante Witner take advantage of the situation. She's put on a polite front around people at work, and in turn, they've shown her enough respect to wish her well. But they can't see the embers of vengance stirring like me. I know she's motivated to return, but little positive reinforcements like this help her from becoming depressed.
I can actually draw a lot of fair comparisons to Landon with Nikki's present state of flux and how easy it is to feel a sense of worthlessness. But I don't think it's right to compare an apple to an orange.
"Are you two gonna start blowing things up now?" Dave inquires as he turns the car onto the highway. "I just don't want to get arrested because some a**hole thinks we're running a meth lab. I'll never have a chance of getting her back in my life if that happens."
"Sh*t Dave," Penny shot out. "Now you're being paranoid!"
"Am I?"
"Dave has a valid concern, Penny." Nikki interjects. "Drake's father isn't involved much in his life, but I make him walk the line when he does get involved."
"And my ex is the type of woman that would take anything out of context just to be a b*tch." Dave adds. "I don't want that kind of grief in my life, because you saw what that trip to Calgary did to me."
"Well luckily we're not doing any of those things." Nikki says. "You deserve a chance to be in your daughter's life."
"Aww!" Penny groans. "You started to get my hopes up."
"Would you feel better if I said we'll make a model volcano when we get back to Atlanta."
"Really, you mean it?"
"Yeah sweetie." Nikki says, reaching up and hugging Penny's neck. "It's probably a good idea anyway. I'm running out of things to give Drake for his studies."
"Yay!"
As Penny's excitement dies down, Nikki turns her gaze to Dave.
"Can I ask you a question, Dave?"
"Sure."
"What do you think I did before I met Josh?"
"I don't know." Dave says as he glances back at Nikki through the rear view mirror. "This isn't a trick question, is it?"
"Of course not." Nikki replies. "I just want to know what you think."
"I just didn't expect you to be a teacher." Dave sighs. "I thought you might've been a rising attorney or something of that nature."
"Why those things?"
"Because you're smart and...."
"I'm an attractive woman?"
"Hmmm," Dave smirks before smiling. "That certainly doesn't hurt."
"Did the walk to the car after Battle at the Garden show you anything?"
"Honestly Nikki," Dave begins. "I was on such an emotional high that everything blurred together and I must've missed something. Was it subtle?"
"No," Penny shot out, giving this conversation a third perspective. "It was pretty obvious."
"Are you talking about that heckler?
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about that guy." Dave retorts. "Some people are just angry about their station in life."
"That's why what he said bothers me so much to this day." Nikki begins. "Because a justification like the one you just gave before I said anything about the heckler. It's what he would say, that I used my looks to advance my career."
"But I didn't think that." Dave says, backpedaling from his previous statement. "I meant because of your tenacity."
Sometimes I like to sit back and listen to conversation. I believe that you can gain more from a person just by letting them talk than influencing their response to tailor your part of the dialouge. Every individual has their own thoughts, feelings and opinions that warrant consideration from those they associate themselves with. And sitting here listening to the ones I care about debating on gender roles, I've put myself in Zmey's position for a moment. The only difference between us in a similar situation is that I can join this conversation any time I want. Zmey is essentially there to be seen, destroy, and barely heard. I can't imagine a scenario where Kent allows him to get a word in edgewise. All that leaves are assumptions, and I prefer having my facts in order.
But what's really intriguing is the fact no one is certain about what goes on in the destroyer's mind. That list is including but not limited to his own associates and they are oblivious to that. I don't bother myself with things I have no control over. Zmey's going to do his thing, and when I eventually find myself across the ring from him I'll consider his thoughts because they directly involve me. That day is coming sooner rather than later. Perhaps it'll be due to smashing Demon's nose all over his face and some twisted variation of the two birds with one stone principle designed to punish SOS prior to the major battle. Having Kent's crew do the dirty work would be a great tactical move by him if he were smart because we also have eyes on Hollywood Unhinged's gold. If any of these sonofab*tches could read my mind, they'd be overwhelmed with the plans I have for payback.
"Ok Dave," Penny shot out as she navigates the street signs. "It should be another block before you turn to go toward the hospital."
"I hope Cameron is ok." Nikki says. "He seems like a pretty good guy."
"He got involved with something he didn't have to." Dave says as he turns at the stop light. "That makes him cool in my book."
"Cam doesn't back down from a fight, and I respected that about him after our SuperBrawl match."
Dave pulls into the hospital's parking lot. I let out a deep sigh.
"We're here."
"I feel responsible guys." I finally break my silence. "If I hadn't been so focused Demon, none of this would've happened."
"He went willingly, hun."
"I know, but Dave's right." I say as we get out of the car. "He didn't have to be involved. Listen, you guys go on up, I got business to handle."
I pull out my cellphone as the rest of the group leaves me at the car.
"Lila, it's Josh." I begin. "Yeah, listen, put me in the ring with Zmey. I understand that a bigger match can be made down the line, but a friend's in the hospital and it could've been stopped. Yeah, ok. Oh and one more thing, hand me Landon's ass on a platter too. I got a receipt waiting for him. Two birds with one stone."
**
You know there's something liberating about fighting the guy that signs your paychecks. A tyrant like him needs to be held accountable for his actions, especially when they directly affect someone you love so deeply as I do my wife Nikki. And I guess harnessing all of that energy and emotion on specific target leaves you vulnerable to cheap shots.
Right Chase?
I don't blame you though. With Garrett gaining all the headlines between the two of you, I can see why I was your target at the end of Men and Monsters. I just recently outclassed your partner in a one on one setting, and you saw a chance to get one up on him. That's why I asked for this match at Black Friday, because even though my return hasn't been as triumphant as Drakz's by comparison, I'm still a nice name to have on the mantle for you to prove you're not an albatross.
An albatross is what unfortunately what you've made yourself, if for no other reason than the story that accompanies a rise above to prominence. A win on the grandest stage in this business is a moment that brings estranged partners together and makes the team stronger, more determined to prove they're worthy of the belts they hold. Teams like the Revolution, Axis, Anointed, Epoch held the belts that you and Jayson hold now. Unfortunately, titles lose luster over time. It happens and there isn't much that can be done to prevent it.
Checking yourself into a mental ward for a four month hiatus is not the way to go about restoring their prestige. I mean until you made that return a few weeks ago, I forgot about you. Seeing Garrett teaming with Dex all that time lead me to believe that he had the foresight to replace you. I'm sure Dex wouldn't have cared to get handed another title on his resume, being that he looked like a charity case with the World Title debacle, but I digress. YOU made yourself an albatross by running away! I don't like Garrett very much, but at least he stayed.
You know it's funny, my wife Nikki has been feeling down recently because of her injury. She too feels like she is holding the team down because she isn't there on the front line every show. But she didn't high tail it back to Atlanta to the comfort zone of our home and nice lifestyle. She's working her ass off to come back and reclaim the title that she was stripped of, helping us by providing the moral support we need!
But then again, that fighting spirit is something I'll never confuse you for having, given your track record.
I also know that it didn't used to be that way.
I don't give a sh*t what the reason is behind the change.
You picked the wrong guy to make a statement with, hoping that you returned to form.
***
"So Drake came home with a black eye the other day."
"Oh my God, Josh! What happened?"
"Drake and Hunter have been staying with Nikki's dad recently, where she's been doing recovery while travelling with us."
"I noticed that when I saw Nikki e-mailing lesson plans for Drake."
"Right. Well, David took the boys to the park and Drake took his basketball." I begin. "Drake said he was playing on the court with a bunch of other kids and after the game was over, he went to get his basketball."
"I think I know where you're going with this."
"So, the kid wouldn't give Drake his basketball back, and Drake went to take it back." I continue. "David said he looked up from doing something for Hunter and Drake's being trounced by the kid with the basketball and a larger boy."
"Did David do anything to stop it?" Penny asks, putting the finishing touches on a joint. "I know he had the baby, so you're limited on what you can really do."
"He did what he could, because he said as soon as he came running, those kids took off and left the ball."
"Wow Josh." Penny gets up in shock. "I can't believe how ruthless kids are getting."
"Aside from the shiner, he's fine." I state. "He won't say much about what happened in between the end of the game and David running the boys off. I don't blame him though."
"Is this the first time he's had a bully?"
"Once, a few years ago, before Nikki and I got together."
"How did Nikki handle it?"
"She told me she let the boys handle it on their own."
"This is different Josh." Penny says, sitting down and lighting up the joint. "This is two kids against one."
"I know."
It's hard to see your child in pain, especially from the kind of abuse that being bullied can entail. Nikki and I have discussed the subject ad nauseam since we've been together. The only thing we can agree on is that we can't agree on the best course of action to tell our son to take. Given that Nikki has worked in the public school system, she tends to side with their zero tolerance policy and I understand that due to the whole world being so gung-ho about getting lawyers and judges in the mix. I wasn't that fortunate, because where I came from fighting back means surviving. Lawyers didn't get involved unless it was defending a murder charge. It may not be those same dire circumstances it was back then, but it's a lesson he needs to learn. The only way Drake can be certain of what to do is if Nikki and I take a united front.
If only there was a way to make her understand the significance of Drake taking a stand. Maybe I should remind her of the stand we take everyday at work.
"I just don't know what to do."
"What's your gut tell you?"
"It doesn't matter what my gut tells me, Nikki thinks this situation can be handled in a diplomatic way and I have to respect her input."
"I don't know about that, especially if it's misguided."
"I don't think it's misguided. I think it comes from a good place. But this is the first time Drake's had to worry about a kid being cruel for no apparent reason." I say, running my fingers through my hair. "Kids like that don't stop because their parents don't hold them accountable. The only thing they understand is violence, like Kent. I didn't need to be present to know the kid who took his ball is a little punk that hides behind bigger kids for intimidation."
Penny takes a drag of her joint, and the sweet smell of marijuana fills my nostrils. It takes me back for a moment to the time when I would use it to decompress in times I felt overwhelmed in my personal and professional life. I can safely say this has never happened because usually one or both of them went pretty well. Penny looks over at me as my gaze is fixed on the joint in her mouth.
"You want a hit?"
"I probably shouldn't."
"You're looking at it awfully close."
"I just remember how much I used to smoke and why I smoked." I begin as she flicks an ash into the ashtray. " It got to be really expensive, going through a half ounce of premium grade kush a day."
"I wish I had your hook ups."
"It was an escape from my personal life. Sh*t was in shambles, and the strong stuff allowed me to stay so sedated on my days off that it'd be time to go to work when I finally came down."
"Unfortunately, I don't have kush." Penny shot out as she passed the joint over to me. "But if you need a second to chill, this'll get the job done."
"I know there are worse alternatives."
"Yeah, like getting in the ring with Zmey and Landon."
"Touche."
"So take a hit and relax for a minute. I'm pretty sure you've earned it."
"I can't. Nikki's against it and I don't want to give her something else to freak out about."
"Ok." Penny says, pulling the joint back to her lips. "If you change your mind, just tell me. There's plenty here and I don't like smoking by myself."
"Neither did I." I smirk. "I'm kind of surprised Dave hasn't smoked with you."
"No." Penny says, exhaling the smoke from her lungs. "Dave's pretty against it too. I make special trips to see Celeste just so I won't be alone."
"Makes sense."
"It does?"
"Yeah, I used to make a lot of random trips to smoke with people." I say. "I didn't usually open the house up before I met Nikki. But that would explain why Dave was so against you and her doing science experiments."
Penny leans back and sighs, taking a deep inhale off the joint.
"He was so excited." Penny begins. "Coming out of that cage with the belt, Dave thought he could do anything. Then we get there and he gets slapped in the face by no response. It seems like something gave up in him that day, now he's trying to pick up the pieces."
"I know, and we've all felt it." I say, placing my hands on my face. "And I've been so caught up in fighting for Nikki's honor and trying to get the real Yukio Blaze to stand up that I put you on an island."
"Listen Josh." Penny shot out. "Cam supports what we're doing. He took issue with KKK before we ever got involved. The important thing is that you came to our aide when I needed it."
"I was really some help."
"I wouldn't be sitting here if you didn't do that." Penny turns to look at me. "They would've killed me."
"A little dramatic much?"
"No, I'm serious. We're all worried about you." Penny pleads with me to listen. "I've been in there with Zmey and he's dangerous enough when you're focused solely on him. Your mind has been in a hundred different directions since the Garden, and I'm afraid that it won't end well if you can't focus."
"I'll survive. I always do."
Penny pulls the joint up to her mouth, but I reach out for it, taking it from her. Penny raises her eyebrows, taken aback. I examine the joint before putting it up to my lips. Inhale. Exhale.
"You could've asked."
"I figured you wouldn't mind."
"What about Nikki and her anti weed stance?"
"You let me worry about taking the heat."
***
I've heard the talk from everyone in the back from the moment this match was made that I'm clearly on a suicide mission. I've heard from my friends say that I'm not going into this with a clear mind. Maybe I haven't been thinking clearly, and I don't expect you to care. I don't give a sh*t if you do care, don't care, or are indifferent because you're "following the little twat's orders", I'm coming to fight. It's one thing to hurt me. I'm resilient, so I'll bounce back like I always do. But because of Donnie Monty Kent's orders, you put two of my friends in danger and for that, the Dragon will be slayed right in front of his master while he looks on in horror and runs for cover.
The midget will convince you that this match is a massacre.
The midget will have you to believe that this match will be the one that takes the pain away.
The midget will tell you that you doing something for the right reason.
The midget will have you believing has his d*ck puts Dirk Diggler's to shame. Just me here, but if you believe that, I got some beach front property in the desert I'd love to sell you. But I digress, because I don't take you for the thinking type.
The midget will pump you up like he's done for the past six months that you are a monster and a destroyer, because the few times he allows you to speak, that's the only words you can muster.
See a pattern here? The midget is the only one allowed to think in this whole operation. How the hell does that happen? I personally don't care because you're gonna fall, hard, like the big tree you are.
Fortunately for me, I don't believe in monsters. That's why I'm so mystified by the myth that follows you. I must say, it looks awful impressive beating guys who aren't even a part of this company anymore. But here's some truth for you to chew on, you only have a purpose because Kent doesn't have the ability to carry out his own plans. He takes a guy like you, big and imposing, to do it for him because people fear size. But what happens if let's say, an unfortunate accident happens to adorable little Donnie? I don't know, maybe someone raises their leg up to their hip and kicks your miniscule general's head clean of his shoulders, then what? He's already given you a lobotomy and vasectomy in one swoop, so without him there barking out commands you're lost in the woods, jack. The big man all of sudden becomes vulnerable and in a match like this, those odds don't look good for you.
I have this strange gut feeling that being used as someone else's heavy is not lost on you. I have a feeling that it's happened to you all your life. Being the biggest kid on the block, village, or wherever the f*ck you came from didn't always warrant fear, did it? No, it made you a target of ridicule until one day, a kid just like Donnie decided to use your vast size for his own gain. That started a vicious cycle that you've become accustomed to as routine, only the faces and names have changed over the years.
If it were under another set of circumstances, I'd have empathy for you. That's what separates us. I can think for myself, therefore I can turn that killer instinct on and off and treat a human being like just that. And that is going to make all the difference. DMK is going to demand my head, but he won't get it.
Because you may be a mythical monster Turgain Zmey, but I am a f*cking warrior! That means I lay down for no one. That also means the beast will be hunted. I'm doing this for me, my friends, but also to show my son that size doesn't amount to a hill of beans.
So when you find yourself looking up at the lights for the first time in your career, you can thank the midget for setting you up for failure.
I dont know good luck 
