Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 20:30:54 GMT -5
"Four Years Later"
January 15th, 2015
w/ Josh Dean vs Hollywood Unhinged
"Dave! Dave! You have a minute?" says a faint little voice from the back of the room. "Yeah, give me a second." I take the towel on my head and bring it down revealing fresh stitches placed in my head by the backstage doctor. The backstage locker room is unusually empty, however the taxi ride after my match with Bishop had given my fellow wrestlers some time to pack up and leave with their bags and head home to get some rest. "Ready," I reply as I turn my head to Daniel standing at the doorway of the locker room. "Come in, what you need?" "Writing a story for the website, specifically about the rumours lately." he reveals as he pulls a notepad from his back pocket. Rumors? Somebody must have started sh*t again regarding Lila and myself. "Lila and I are only friends. That's it." I retort with a glare that could kill a man. Daniel gulps, I can see his Adam's apple move up and down, as he pulls out a pen from his coat pocket. "Dave, rumors have been circulating around the Internet regarding you taking some time off. Taking a sabbatical. Leaving the company for a bit. A temporary retirement." Different ways to say the same thing. Seems like an overrated Dex promo, and that's being nice. "First I've heard of this sabbatical, man." I shrug my shoulders as he raises a brow, intrigued. "So you're not leaving?" "Nope. I'm here to save this place from the Final Revolution." I assertively announce as he writes it down. "Oh, okay. Well thanks. Glad you're staying. Have a nice night." he adds before returning to the door to leave. "Hey Daniel?" I yell out to him, grabbing his attention like I grabbed Joe Bishop by the throat earlier in the night. He turns his head as he's walking out of my locker room. He needs to shave, maybe that interview with Trace has got him all different ways of dirty? He'd look exactly like that guy from The Notebook. Not that I'd know, I'm a tough man I don't watch that sh*t. "Yeah?" "I saw your interview with Trace, you did good kid." He nods his head and leaves the room as I return my focus to the mirror placed in the bathroom part of the locker room. These stitches must have reopened somehow as blood trickles down my faces and off my nose. This is what I wanted though, as I yearned for a war with Joe Bishop. Then comes a knocking at the door that turns my focus around, as I grab some glue from the counter of the sink. If I had learned something from my many trips to Japan, it's how to close a wound by yourself using nothing but glue. I close the wound temporarily, stopping the blood from creating a crimson mask as I open the door. In walks in my fellow Savior of Salvation. "Hey, how you holding up?" asks Josh Dean with his ribs taped up. "Good, for going through a war. Bitchop may have won tonight, but I'm going to make him suffer when I get my hands on him again." I extend my hand and he latches on, shaking it as a form of respect between us. "You cold? You just fought out in the snow, man. It was a spectacle." he adds as he hands me a cup of coffee that he had waiting on the bench. "A bit chilly, but I'll be fine." "You said the same when you suffered that concussion and you refused medical attention." "I'm guessing you're here because you heard some rumors?" "To be frank, yeah." he nods his head as he sits beside me on the bench. "Well, they aren't true. I'm fighting beside you to win this war. We need to do this, too many freaks running around here thinking they'll be able to take over. It's getting tiresome listening to the same sh*t every single week in and week out about 'oh I'm going to take this place from that poison Lila' or 'I f*ck bitches three times my size because I'm a midget'." I assert myself. "Dude, we can stop all of this." And we can. I am sick and tired of hearing grown ass men bitching and whining about the direction of this company. Lila Sleater is doing a great job with this place and that's coming from somebody who used to be anti-authority. Trust me, if Lila was anything like Xavier Pierce was, this place would be six-feet in the dirt by now. "Yeah, well just wanted to check in on you. You need a ride back to the hotel? The stitches seem to have opened up again." he retorts as he stands up and grabs his coat from a nearby locker. Well sh*t. These stitches have reopened, blood trickling down from the wound once more. "Yeah, sure. Let me grab my bags. I'll fix this when we get back to the hotel room." "Cool." And with that, I grab the towel and roll it up and make myself a bandana as I tie it up to add pressure to the wound. With blood soaking through the white fabric, I check the mirror before I leave and can't help but notice my appearance that could only be described as a poor man's Rambo. But this is a war, and I'm not about to become just another casualty. After departing from the airport, I had one stop to make before heading to the Dean manor. That place is WFWF Headquarters, thirty floors up in Lila Sleater's office. Waving in her hand is an official WFWF contract, presumably with my name on it. "What's the contract for, boss?" I know for a fact that the length of my contract is coming up. When I came back to the federation, Randel advised me to sign a nine-month contract. I rehabilitated my neck during the time I was gone, and my safety upon my return was my number one priority. The contract is probably there for me to re-sign, however I'm hoping it's for my International championship rematch. "Your contract is coming to an end, and I'd like you to re-sign." "Damn it, was hoping for my rematch." "I know Dave, but we're looking out for your safety." F*ck my safety, I need that championship back. I need to regain the momentum in this war. I will not be cast to the side while I pour my f*cking heart out for this place. As long as there is a heartbeat in this broken body of mine, I will continue to fight for this place. "Lila, I need that rematch." "Yes, David. But I need you to be healthy." "What you need is to keep this company up and running. Letting Joe Bishop parade with the championship is not going to do us any favors." "Dave, we have even bigger problems." What could it be? What is worse than The Final Revolution having possession of one of the title belts? "What is it?" "The KoKaine Konspiracy." We're going from one group of douchebags to another. "Are you talking about the tag titles?" "In a way, yes I am. Do you know how bad it is to have a group roaming in your company calling themselves the KKK?" "We used to have groups called The Axis and Holocaust... I don't see your point." "The Axis and the Holocaust, real world events wise, haven't been relevant in decades. The KKK are still an active gang." I'm more of a Wu-Tang Clan fan, myself. I never got the whole Ku Klux Klan thing. Race supremacy is overplayed. "So you're not going to give me my rematch for my International championship?" "Not yet." "Then when?" I want to destroy the Final Revolution as quickly as I can. Without them, the WFWF would be a much more peaceful place. "We'll have to look in our schedule. But we have an opportunity for you, Dave." Oh great, an opportunity. Can't you feel the sarcasm running through my mind? "What is it?" "Seeing as you and Josh are currently the only members of the Saviors of Salvation active right now, I was hoping you two could step up and look to challenge for the tag team titles. They need saving from the hands of the, I hate saying this, KKK." "You're telling me that I won't be able to get a shot at Bishop unless I take care of DMK's goons?" "I hate to do this to you, you've always been there for me and this company. I need you to regain the championships for us." With great hesitation, I know this is what I need to do for the beautiful woman standing across the room from me. Luckily for her, this gives me the opportunity to finish the mission I started back in 2011. I finally can become the WFWF Tag Team champion. "I'll do it." She flashes me... a smile as I sign my contract on her desk. A handshake later, and I am apparently set to stay with the company as well as save it from the KoKaine Konspiracy. "Great! I'll see you at Homecoming." What Lila doesn't know is that I am still going to make it my mission to finish the Final Revolution. It's time to take things into my own hands to conclude this war. I will make it my mission to be the guardian angel this place needs. "Yeah, yeah. How you feeling?" The Clash was a very vicious night for us Saviors of Salvation, I lost my International championship to Joe Bitchop, Josh destroyed Yukio Blaze and accomplished Yukio's, or Jeff's if he wants to be called that now, first wish. And then Penny defeated God, otherwise known as big-headed Phillip Schneider, the hot dog (not the food product). "F*ck man, my weed can't even fix this feeling." That was the most gruesome thing I've seen happen in the confines of the squared circle in a while. Phillip Schneider, with more personalities than Solomon Crow, turned into Jack the Ripper and violently took out my friend. "Get some rest, okay?" "I've been sleeping when I haven't been smoking." If you're wondering why none of us Saviors of Salvation made our way out to the ring to save her, Penny had requested she fight her own battles on this one. As a matter of respect, we adhered to her wish. Could her injury have been avoided if we did go out there and stop Philbo? Yes. However, she wanted this to be her fight. "You forced me to go to the hospital when I had my concussion, now it's my turn to be the pseudo-doctor." A good doctor, speaking of which, I hope Josh gets out of this appointment soon. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me your prognosis." "Well, when you come back, you're going to need to take a shot of adrenaline right into the arm. Because you're going to open whole can of whoop-ass all over the souls of these motherf*ckers that we call co-workers." I can hear her laughing on the other side of the phone connection. She's my friend, she's hurt, the least I can do is get her mind off of her injury. I know for a fact that when she comes back and is fully healed, somebody is going to get their teeth kicked in. "You just thought of the toothbrush up asses joke, didn't you?" They'll stick toothbrushes up their ass to brush them, if you're wondering. "I will admit it, I did." Penny continues to laugh, her chuckling makes me hope that a smile accompanies it. She flew back to Toronto before I got the chance to see how bad the injury is and how she's doing. Since then, I've been in Atlanta with the Dean's. "How's Nikki doing? I hope she's okay. I really miss you guys." "We miss you too. Nikki seems to be doing fine, she should be returning to training soon. It's Josh I'm worried about." "What's going on with him?" "It brings me back to when I tip-toed out into the deep end a few months back when I didn't find my daughter. You know how it is. He's kind of been recluse. This whole rivalry with Yukio seems to have struck something inside of him. I just don't know what that is." I really don't know. He's been fading in and out of conversations, and his violent tendencies at The Clash is something to keep an eye on. I'm not really one to talk, I did deliver an Orange Crush to Bitchop off the top of a steel cage. I know Josh won't go all rabid wolverine on anybody, but I'm concerned for his mental health. "Have you talked to him about it?" "Not really, we haven't talked that much. I haven't had the chance to really delve into conversation with him. I've been helping Nikki with the kids. You saw Drake on the pay-per-view, right?" "Yeah, that was a cute moment." "It totally was, might I add. Anyway, Josh is with the doctor right now, and I'm going to give him a ride home. Should I bring it up with him? I'm conflicted Penny." "Do what you think is best, dude." Bang! Bang! Bang! The loud noise forces me to wake up, where the f*ck am I? Oh right! Josh pounds on the passenger's window of the car, letting me know to unlock it. I must have fallen asleep while he was in with the doctor. "How'd it go?" "It went well." He enters the vehicle, fastening his seat belt and motioning for us to leave the parking spot and head back to his manor. I put the car into gear, backing it out as he stares out his window, resting his head while focusing on the concrete road as we progress through the city. "You want to talk about it?" "Talk about what Dave?" I think it's pretty obvious, Josh hasn't been the same since The Clash ended. "What the f*ck is going on in your mind?" Amid the brief silence in the car, I can imagine the thoughts running through his brain. Will he share with me? He was there when I was hurting inside, after I lost my daughter, and I am here for him now. Our bond is one of brothers, willing to do whatever it takes to help the other. "Survival, Dave." Survival? What in the absolute f*ck is he talking about? He's not going to be a contestant on that overrated TV show, is he? Wait, that's Survivor. Still, terrible TV show that couldn't hold a candle stick to Big Brother. Sh*t, I've gone off track. "What about survival?" "Survival is what feeds us as humans, Dave. It conforms us as being different individuals. It drives us to be the absolute best at everything we do. It's all a game, man. Trace Demon, Donnie Monty Kent, Chase Landon. They all fight for survival." "Solomon Crow used to fight for survival." "And he corrupted you." I give him the dirtiest look known to mankind. It equals DMK's Internet history of dirty. Josh catches my glance and grins, knowing he struck a chord within me. "Look, Dave. I know you're better than that now." he adds while patting me on the shoulder. "Survival is key for those guys because they aren't like us. We may fight for survival, but we don't feed off of it. We are the guardian angels of the fed, saving this place of the evil that consumes it." "Yeah, and we're doing a damn good job." "What I put Yukio though at The Clash has bothered me somewhat, he didn't fight for survival. He wished for me to kick his ass. It just seemed weird." It did indeed seem weird, but Yukio wished for it. He got what he wanted, Josh had to deliver. Such is life, when we have to do what is right for the sake of the person who begged for it. Joe Bishop is currently begging me for a ass-kicking, and I will deliver the next time we meet. Following another turn, I pull the car up to the Dean manor. "Before you go, I want you to realize that I'm here for you, dude. " I say with a smile, "We're brothers, man. Nothing will get between us. We are the only two members of SOS currently active, and we can represent our family of friends. Clear your head, I'm going to head back to Toronto for a few days. I'll meet up with you at Homecoming." He nods his head as he exits the car, this should be an interesting dynamic heading into Homecoming. I hope Josh and I are on the same page. Chase Landon and Jayson Garrett. Do you realize what you guys have gotten yourselves into? I'm not saying you should be scared, I am stating that you should be ready for the fight of your lives. The Clash did not go down exactly how the Saviors of Salvation wanted. One of our members fell to the violent tendencies of Phillip Schneider, and she hasn't been the same since. I lost my WFWF International championship at The Clash, and I am not happy about that. I know Josh hasn't been feeling the same since The Clash. He has had a lot on his mind, with Nikki and Penny's injuries, to what he did to Yukio Blaze. However, I know for a fact that we will both be on the same page and we will be bringing the fight to you. Let me teach you a little history lesson. Okay? Back in 2011, a group of men came into the WFWF looking to capture the, then, absent Tag Team championships. One of those men was a handsome, good looking, badass who was not afraid of running his mouth and annoying people to get his way. That man stands before you today, minus the annoying part, as a former two-time WFWF International champion. That man is me. Now, you two were in possession of something I have wanted ever since I stepped foot in this place: the WFWF Tag Team championships. Winning those championships will be a goal finally being accomplished for me. To get in line for a shot at those championships, I will need to send a message. And you two just so happened to stumble in my way. The Tag Team championships need saving, that's where Josh Dean and I step in. We are the men that will save the what has happened to those tag team titles. Ever since you guys won them at SuperBrawl, one of you left and that severely damaged the legitimacy of the titles. You guys wanted to 'showcase the belts' and prove to the world that tag team wrestling still existed. Then you guys went your own ways for a bit. You destroyed the heritage of those belts that I love, and that my friend Randel loves, so much. You took the very small breath that came from those pieces of gold, and you strangled it until it turned blue in the face and disappeared. Chase, Jayson, you had one job. You had to make sure that the f*cking KKK didn't get hold of those belts. You had one job, and you blew it. Right now, Donnie Monty Kent is holding those championship belts hostage. Donnie is a smart boy, err kid, umm little man, who knows how to manipulate others to get what he wants. He has manipulated Zmey to get those tag team championships. He could give two flying f*cks about Samael though, like the rest of us actually. Hollywood Unhinged, once Josh and I beat you on our path to bringing the prestige back to the Tag Team belts, maybe we could save you guys. You two both have a future here, and I do not want to see you guys' take the dark path. The future of professional wrestling lays in our hands. But tonight is about making a post-Clash statement for the Saviors of Salvation. That statement comes at the expense of you guys. |
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