Post by dragon on Jul 16, 2011 18:06:25 GMT -5
7/10/11 - 1 Hour after the Last Sunday Night Vengeance.
“DAMN IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH, THAT SHIT HURTS!!”
Pain.. I have never been a fan of it. Really, I am man enough to admit that I could be a borderline… I don’t know… baby? Yeah, a baby when it comes to pain. I hide it well though, so it all evens out in the end, I guess. Anyway, the one thing that I have learned about pain is that it usually comes accompanied by nerdy looking men with a needle in their hands. This time around was no different either. Here I am, sitting on a chair that was built for a 12 year old, (Come on Rivera… spend some damn money on furniture already!) and my leg is being extended before me like I am a car at a mechanic’s shop! My hair is matted to my head as I fling my head back and stare at the ceiling above me and believe it or not…
I live for this shit.
It’s been a long time since I have had the pleasure to heal up due to some action in the ring. Of course, I have had my moments were I "Drop Zoned" this and that person throughout the last year. That isn’t the same though. No, it’s when you are looking at insurmountable odds that the true man in you comes out, and it didn’t get much better than what had just happened a few hours ago.
“Will you take it fucking easy there, Doc?”
You see, my brother Toby had to go and get himself involved with a group of boys who go by the name, The Las Vegas Commission. No, I am not talking about those male strippers that dance for senior citizens in a Las Vegas casino, though I can see the resemblance. I am talking about two former tag team champions who seem to be firing on all cylinders as of late. Well, at least until they met Oblivion. Since that day, they have resorted to every underhanded trick that even I would never attempt, (And that is saying something..) and yet their asses keep on being dominated by my brother… and now yours truly.
Yup, you heard that right. Your friendly neighborhood Strategic Assassin has entered the ring once again to defend the weak and frail! Well, in all honesty, I just want to impress a few ladies and expand the old black book, if you catch my drift? Anyway, here I am, caught in the middle of a feud that has become quite deadly. I am being tended to by a look-a-like from the movie “Revenge of the Nerds” and I couldn’t be happier..
“Listen, Jaden.” He says as he finishes wrapping up my knee. I can already smell the bad news… and it reeks of shit. “You are not as young as you used to be. You have to be more careful in that ring.”
“What?” I snap. Sure, I am not a rookie anymore but that don’t mean shit. I am Xplode, a two time World Champion… and my knee still works.. Sometimes.
“I took a look at your X-Rays, Jaden.” He continues. “You have got more scar tissue in that knee than anyone I have ever seen. What ever happened to retirement, anyway? I don’t mean to overstep myself but this isn’t your fight.”
“That’s because he is a busy body…” Comes a new voice from behind me.
Turning around to face the voice, I catch sight of my old friend, Jack Bull. This is a man who has been carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders and it is starting to show. With a smile, he walks up to us, taking a moment to stare at my swollen limb. He continues to speak after as he places an open hand upon my shoulder. “He also can’t stand standing on the sidelines when there is ass kicking to be done. What’s up, buddy?”
“Nothing besides my blood pressure.” I answer. “Thanks for the help out there earlier.”
“No problem at all. I know a little bit about the Las Vegas Commission. They love to attack in packs. I have been dying to get my hands on those two jackasses.”
“Good.” I answer as I glare at the Doctor. Without saying anything, he instantly knows that I want a bit of privacy and gathers his things before leaving. As Jack finds a seat across from me, I continue to speak. “I have a plan.”
“When don't you?”
“You see, my brother has pretty much had his hands full with Luck and Markinson.” I continue. “Obviously, he can’t get the job done with the odds so heavily stacked against him. That’s where we come in.”
Clasping his hands together, Jack Bull arches his head to the side. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?”
“You bet your overpaid ass I am!” I laugh. “Two weeks, in that very ring… the Las Vegas Commission step in the ring with us, Chaos Theory. It’s time that we show these new teams how business is handled out there. Are you in?”
Jack Bull rises to his feet now. Walking towards the door, he turns back to look at me with a smile. “You don’t even need to ask, man. We are like brothers. You need someone to have your back.. look no further. It’s about damn time that Chaos Theory reunited anyway. Listening to you snore every two weeks at the announcer’s table was starting to even annoy ME!”
We both laugh as he leaves the room. I remain in my place a moment, thinking over everything that has happened as of late. Did my body have anything left in the tank for one more battle? Absolutely. Could Jack Bull count on me to drop the damn hammer on the Las Vegas Commission’s head? Count on it. Was I out to help Oblivion?
Not on your life…
7/10/11. The Home of Terry Jones.
Shutting off my vehicle, a 1966 Ford Mustang, I slide out and adjust my knee brace. It takes a bit of getting used to at first (The knee brace for those who are a little slow) but I get through it. Heading up the driveway before me, I glance around at the property and sigh to myself. It has been a long time since I have been here. At one time, this was the main hub of my career. The great Terry “The Natural” Jones stood by my side through many battles as the two of us made history throughout the years. We had a falling out a year ago over some shit that I can hardly remember now. With that in mind, I figured it was time to bury the hard feelings and move on.
There was more history to be made after all.
Knocking on the door, I wait a moment. The man who owned this house was quite possibly the greatest manager in EUW history. With 4 World Championships in his camp at one point, the man brought a wealth of experience to anyone that he allied himself with. Standing there at his door, waiting for an answer, I guess everything old is new again. I wasn’t taking the Las Vegas Commission lightly at all. Looking up, I nod as the front door swings open, revealing a gorgeous Latin Woman. (Terry always had a knack for the ladies.) Smiling through perfect teeth, she ushers me into the house and point me towards the garden out back.
Sliding open a set of double glass doors, I am taken by surprise as I witness Terry Jones tending to what looks to be a vegetable garden. He is covered in soil as he kneels down with what looks to be a mini shovel in one hand. Finally noticing me, he looks up and removes his glasses as he smiles in my direction. I guess things are already buried after all. “Jaden! I thought I told you to go to hell?”
Maybe not.
Stepping out into the yard, I try to smile it off as I remove my hat. The bottom stair sends a shockwave though my knee causing me to stumble a bit. Terry notices this instantly, but chooses to make a comment and act like he doesn’t care at all. Classic Terry if you ask me. “I see the knee is no better than it ever was. The Las Vegas Commission will have an easy match it seems.”
“You heard, huh?” I answer. “Yeah, the knee isn’t what it used to be but neither am I. Hell, neither are YOU! I heard that TITAN dumped your ass for some chump with a goofy haircut.”
“Yeah, touché.” He answers now, dropping the tool into the earth. “So what did you come for, Jaden? Did you want to gloat over an old man?”
Walking over to him, I place a hand upon his shoulder. I will admit, Terry has always been a father figure to me, regardless of what shit he has pulled. I have been no angel either, I admit it. Our friendship has gone up and down more times than a fork full of food to Warrior’s fat face! Nodding, I help him up to his feet. He is just as shaky as I am it seems. “Listen, Terry. I want you at my side again. Not as a manager but as a friend. We started this thing together a few years back and I will be damned if we don’t end it in the same way.”
“I got nothing left in the tank, Jaden.” answers Terry. “Mister Luck is the hottest thing on the planet right now. Besides your brother, no one has stopped him. It’s almost a given that Luck will win the World Title at Prestige. What is an old man like me and an aging former champion like you going to do against him?”
What the hell is this? This isn’t the Terry Jones that I remember! Giving him a slight shove, I get in his face and raise my voice. “Look, I don’t know what the hell happened to you but trust me.. I am the same man I have always been! Everything I have achieved… EVERYTHING… is due in part to the damn fact that I am every bit as good as I have claimed to be. Sure, I am not as quick as I once was and hell, I sure as hell can’t lift what I used to. It doesn’t matter though. Even at half strength, I am more of a man than Luck or Markinson could ever dream of being! I came here tonight looking for the Terry Jones I once knew. That man would have laughed at some punk ass kids like the LVC and enjoyed the thought of teaching these rookies a lesson. You may have a different look to you these days but trust me.. the Terry Jones I know is still inside of you. Now gather your shit and get ready because you are going to walk Jack and I down to the ring. One more time.. One more reason.”
“One more reason?”
“Do we need anything else?” I laugh. “Your biggest mistake was taking on that TITAN kid. I told you that he was a loose cannon. Sure, he may go down as one of the greats but he will never understand what respect for the business really means. Not like you or I do. Luck and Markinson, well they don’t get it either. Are you going to let two more cock smokers rise through the ranks just like TITAN did, only to shit all over everything that you helped create in this industry?”
Terry stares at me a moment. He then gets that familiar smile back as he rubs his well shaved chin. “No, I guess I won’t be. I have a team to manage.”
“Good. Then let’s go find Jack and put in some gym time. The LVC thinks they have had it bad with Oblivion but they are wrong. Jack and I are going to introduce them to what REAL pain is all about. Then, when it’s all said and done.. I have one more task for you.”
“Task?” He answers. “Like what?”
“You will see, old friend.” I laugh. “For now, take those pink gloves off and let’s get out of this garden before we are invited to the Gay Parade…”