Post by Indy Darling on Nov 28, 2021 14:57:53 GMT -5
“I know what it’s like to fail. It’s happened before and I’m not foolish enough to think it won’t happen again.”
It felt like an ambush. Stepping off of the plane and making his way through the terminal, Indy Darling expected there to be fans waiting as usual. He didn’t expect WrestleWorld to have cameras waiting for his arrival. The last thing he wanted to do after the long flight was answer their questions, but since when had the wrestling business allowed him to do what he wanted?
“But I guess I’ve never failed at this level. Maybe I underestimated Jacob Striker. Maybe he just wanted it a little bit more. What else do you guys want me to say?”
Catching the redeye from Minneapolis where he had overseen Proving Ground's Black Friday event, to the islands for the next Dominion show had left him tired and irritable, but the nameless men behind the cameras and microphones didn’t seem to care. As they continued to block his path, Indy knew he wouldn’t be getting away from them that easy. With an audible sigh, he dredged up the thoughts and feelings that had been in the back of his mind since King of the World.
“I guess the worst part is having to eat my words. I claimed to be the guy around here, the pinnacle of Dominion, and Jacob Striker made me eat my words. There will be other opportunities, other titles, but living with my own arrogance is going to take some extra effort. Bottom line, I wish Striker the best of luck with his title reign. I know from experience that there will be a lot of people itching to knock him back down, myself included. Until then, whether he’s fighting Lillie Saint, Supreme Machine, Don Jordan, or anyone else on the Dominion roster, I’ll be watching.”
As he adjusted the travel bag over his shoulder, Indy silently hoped that they would finally clear him a path. Instead, more questions came his way, including a few regarding his upcoming match against Jaxson Caine.
“I’ll be ready for Jaxson Caine, don’t worry about that. I admit that I don’t know a lot about the man personally, but I’ve seen him in the ring and I know what he can do. I also know what I can do, and after this weekend, we’ll know which one of us can do it better. I’m not going in there with a chip on my shoulder or rage in my heart. I’m not going to destroy an opponent to make up for my own failures. I’ll face Jaxson Caine with a deliberate purpose, and that’s to prove myself to him and everyone watching. Right now I have to start making that long climb back to the top, the same one I threatened Jacob Striker with. It’s nothing personal, but that journey has to start with Jaxson Caine.”
Indy adjusted the blue aviators over his eyes and nodded his head in an attempt to signal that he was done speaking his mind for the time being. Most of those gathered were able to take the hint, but one voice from the crowd rose above the others.
“What do you have to say about your dad being an irresponsible, womanizing, piece of shit?”
Jeers from smart-ass fans was nothing new, but this was different. In all his years in the business, he had never heard a reporter or a fan say something so personal and revolting about his deceased father. Indy began to scan the crowd to locate the source of the disgusting comments, finally laying his eyes on a young man with a pale complexion and hair as white as new-fallen snow.
“What kind of lies are you going to tell us about Clive Darling next? Do you intend on perpetuating one bullshit story after another in an attempt to make people think he was more than a failure? Maybe you can hold another tournament in his name to cover up what a miserable fuck he really was.”
Indy decided to ignore the man at first, turning his head in the opposite direction as he attempted to make his exit. The unidentified man stepped forward, raising his voice in response.
“Don’t get me wrong, Nate. I’m glad the son of a bitch is dead, but you need to admit that the world is worse off for him existing in the first place. Why don’t you tell us how many whores he laid with over the years he spent on the road? How many times did he leave you alone in a hotel room so he could get his fix?”
Indy’s head shot back toward the man, his brow furrowed and face reddening as he did his best to keep his anger in check.
“You need to back the fuck off. I don’t know who you think you are or what you’re trying to do, but no one’s laughing. Just go back to your mom’s basement and your message boards…”
Again, Indy tried to turn away, but the nameless man refused to let the issue drop.
“My mom’s dead, Nate. She has been for a long time. By now she’s reunited with your dad in hell and they’re laughing their asses off at how naïve you are. It’s just too bad they couldn’t be here for this little reunion. Two of Clive Darling’s unwanted bastards meeting up for the first time...at least the cameras are here to immortalize the moment.”
That was the breaking point, the moment Indy lost all sense of control or reason. He no longer saw his antagonist as a crazed fan to ignore, but a psychotic degenerate to beat into a bloody pulp. The truth or lack thereof behind his words no longer mattered. The man was trying to mar the name of his father, the one man he admired above all others, and Nathaniel Darling was going to kill him for it.
Already alerted to the situation by the mass of cameras and fans, airport security prevented Indy from ever reaching his target. He didn’t know how many of them were holding him back and he didn’t care. Throwing fists, elbows, kicks, and even his own head at them, he was determined to go through every single one of them until he reached his target. As they held him back, Indy’s eyes remained locked on the man in black with the pure white hair. He stared daggers at him while his arms flailed at security, and in return he saw the nameless man smile.
The crowd continued to grow as more security arrived on the scene, and with every new arrival, the man who had verbally assaulted Indy and his father, began to merge into the mass of bodies. Within a matter of moments, he was lost within the sea of humanity, leaving Indy Darling to contend with his unrivaled rage and unanswered questions...
It felt like an ambush. Stepping off of the plane and making his way through the terminal, Indy Darling expected there to be fans waiting as usual. He didn’t expect WrestleWorld to have cameras waiting for his arrival. The last thing he wanted to do after the long flight was answer their questions, but since when had the wrestling business allowed him to do what he wanted?
“But I guess I’ve never failed at this level. Maybe I underestimated Jacob Striker. Maybe he just wanted it a little bit more. What else do you guys want me to say?”
Catching the redeye from Minneapolis where he had overseen Proving Ground's Black Friday event, to the islands for the next Dominion show had left him tired and irritable, but the nameless men behind the cameras and microphones didn’t seem to care. As they continued to block his path, Indy knew he wouldn’t be getting away from them that easy. With an audible sigh, he dredged up the thoughts and feelings that had been in the back of his mind since King of the World.
“I guess the worst part is having to eat my words. I claimed to be the guy around here, the pinnacle of Dominion, and Jacob Striker made me eat my words. There will be other opportunities, other titles, but living with my own arrogance is going to take some extra effort. Bottom line, I wish Striker the best of luck with his title reign. I know from experience that there will be a lot of people itching to knock him back down, myself included. Until then, whether he’s fighting Lillie Saint, Supreme Machine, Don Jordan, or anyone else on the Dominion roster, I’ll be watching.”
As he adjusted the travel bag over his shoulder, Indy silently hoped that they would finally clear him a path. Instead, more questions came his way, including a few regarding his upcoming match against Jaxson Caine.
“I’ll be ready for Jaxson Caine, don’t worry about that. I admit that I don’t know a lot about the man personally, but I’ve seen him in the ring and I know what he can do. I also know what I can do, and after this weekend, we’ll know which one of us can do it better. I’m not going in there with a chip on my shoulder or rage in my heart. I’m not going to destroy an opponent to make up for my own failures. I’ll face Jaxson Caine with a deliberate purpose, and that’s to prove myself to him and everyone watching. Right now I have to start making that long climb back to the top, the same one I threatened Jacob Striker with. It’s nothing personal, but that journey has to start with Jaxson Caine.”
Indy adjusted the blue aviators over his eyes and nodded his head in an attempt to signal that he was done speaking his mind for the time being. Most of those gathered were able to take the hint, but one voice from the crowd rose above the others.
“What do you have to say about your dad being an irresponsible, womanizing, piece of shit?”
Jeers from smart-ass fans was nothing new, but this was different. In all his years in the business, he had never heard a reporter or a fan say something so personal and revolting about his deceased father. Indy began to scan the crowd to locate the source of the disgusting comments, finally laying his eyes on a young man with a pale complexion and hair as white as new-fallen snow.
“What kind of lies are you going to tell us about Clive Darling next? Do you intend on perpetuating one bullshit story after another in an attempt to make people think he was more than a failure? Maybe you can hold another tournament in his name to cover up what a miserable fuck he really was.”
Indy decided to ignore the man at first, turning his head in the opposite direction as he attempted to make his exit. The unidentified man stepped forward, raising his voice in response.
“Don’t get me wrong, Nate. I’m glad the son of a bitch is dead, but you need to admit that the world is worse off for him existing in the first place. Why don’t you tell us how many whores he laid with over the years he spent on the road? How many times did he leave you alone in a hotel room so he could get his fix?”
Indy’s head shot back toward the man, his brow furrowed and face reddening as he did his best to keep his anger in check.
“You need to back the fuck off. I don’t know who you think you are or what you’re trying to do, but no one’s laughing. Just go back to your mom’s basement and your message boards…”
Again, Indy tried to turn away, but the nameless man refused to let the issue drop.
“My mom’s dead, Nate. She has been for a long time. By now she’s reunited with your dad in hell and they’re laughing their asses off at how naïve you are. It’s just too bad they couldn’t be here for this little reunion. Two of Clive Darling’s unwanted bastards meeting up for the first time...at least the cameras are here to immortalize the moment.”
That was the breaking point, the moment Indy lost all sense of control or reason. He no longer saw his antagonist as a crazed fan to ignore, but a psychotic degenerate to beat into a bloody pulp. The truth or lack thereof behind his words no longer mattered. The man was trying to mar the name of his father, the one man he admired above all others, and Nathaniel Darling was going to kill him for it.
Already alerted to the situation by the mass of cameras and fans, airport security prevented Indy from ever reaching his target. He didn’t know how many of them were holding him back and he didn’t care. Throwing fists, elbows, kicks, and even his own head at them, he was determined to go through every single one of them until he reached his target. As they held him back, Indy’s eyes remained locked on the man in black with the pure white hair. He stared daggers at him while his arms flailed at security, and in return he saw the nameless man smile.
The crowd continued to grow as more security arrived on the scene, and with every new arrival, the man who had verbally assaulted Indy and his father, began to merge into the mass of bodies. Within a matter of moments, he was lost within the sea of humanity, leaving Indy Darling to contend with his unrivaled rage and unanswered questions...
