Post by Tate Selby on Mar 29, 2022 17:09:11 GMT -5
“I truly never learned what the words "I miss you" were until I reached for my mom's hand and it wasn't there.” - Anonymous
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EAST MALLING, KENT
SEPTEMBER 28TH, 1997
Abandonment…
Something that at such a young age, Tate Selby, Grace Selby, and Jack Selby had to deal with. The meaning of the word was ‘The action or fact of abandoning or being abandoned.’ The action of abandoning someone could never cross Tate’s mind, the number of times he’d put up with being on the receiving end of it, he couldn’t put anyone else through that. Tate, Grace, and Jack were always the ones being abandoned, it was always their mother too who was doing it. Their mom had managed to keep the rest of the family away from Tate, Grace, and Jack too. It was as if she’d made sure that Tate, Grace, and Jack thought there was no one out there for them but her. The only problem with doing that was she’d shown time and time again that she wasn’t there for them. Tate was only eight years old, his sister Grace seven years old, and their brother Jack only three years old. The only reason that Tate had somehow managed to keep up the act of his mom being a good mom was that he didn’t want to be split up from his sister and brother. By this time, their mom had managed to find someone willing to marry her. A man she thought was nice but was far from it. Once again, Tate put on an act because although Tate was treated poorly by the man his mom had married, Grace and Jack however were adored by him. This was just more abandonment issues piling up for Tate. The guy who married Tate’s mom just had it out for Tate. He’d always blame Tate for anything that went wrong and even went as far as to beat Tate with a belt, even sometimes using belts with big belt buckles on too. By now, Tate was used to this and accepted that this was just a way of life. He’d got to the point where he expected it now and just accepted it. Grace and Jack were the happiest they’d ever been and they were finally getting the life they deserved. Tate had done a good job in making sure that no matter what went on around them, Grace and Jack were happy. The man that Grace and Jack adored made sure that they both were never aware of what was happening to Tate, going as far as to poison the minds of them both. It seemed that as time went by, Grace and Jack were convinced by his words. The man was making them believe that Tate was a bad influence, that he was a problem child, and that he was the reason their mom was the way she was.
It had got to the point now where Tate was happy that Grace and Jack had the life they deserved but Tate had become an outsider, not only to the outside world but to his brother and sister too. When it come to going out places, Tate would be locked in the house while his mom, her husband, Grace, and Jack went. It was a lonely and boring life that Tate lived but he continued to do it for his sister and brother. They didn’t deserve to suffer just because they were living the life they were and he wasn’t. Many times Tate when alone would think about how jealous he was of them both. Thinking of how different it’d be to have a family that wanted him. He was on the outside of the family unit that his mom, her husband, Grace, and Jack had. Tate didn’t even try to explain how things were for him to Grace and Jack. He just accepted it for what it was. As Tate looked out of his bedroom window that looked out onto a playing field he sighed. He could see kids playing together and even families out together having fun. The thing that Tate missed most was a hug from his mom, he noticed a kid getting a hug from their mom, and for the first time in a while, he started to cry. Tears started to flow from his eyes. All the pent-up anger, pain, and hurt were being released all at the same time. Tate didn’t care that people could look up and see him crying. It didn’t even bother him that kids were pointing up and laughing at him. Getting down from the window where he was sitting, Tate walks over to his bed and sits on it. The tears still hadn’t stopped, they were flowing as ferociously as a river bursting its banks. Tate reaches over and grabs a picture of him, his sister, and his brother. You could see the genuine happiness in the smiles of Grace, and Jack. Whereas when you look at Tate you could see the pain behind that forced smile of his. The tears hit the framed picture and run down the glass of the frame. Tate could feel the anger brewing up inside him so he placed the framed picture back down from where he got it from. He then gets up to his feet, walks over to the wall, and starts to punch it over and over.
With each punch, Tate’s knuckles started to bleed more. This doesn’t stop Tate from punching the wall but in fact, just fuels him on more. The tears soon stop flowing but the blood starts to flow instead. You can see on the wall where Tate is punching as his blood smears with every punch as blood even runs down the wall. With every punch, every insult and punishment Tate had ever received was playing through his mind. This wasn’t normal behavior for an eight-year-old, then again Tate was far from a normal kid. Tate was now punishing himself for crying. It’d been programmed into him by emotional, mental, and physical abuse that crying was for the weak. All those people that had done what they had to Tate may not be around now but they had done so much damage to him. That much damage that now they didn’t have to punish him because he was punishing himself. Tate had always shown that he had a tough exterior and that breakdown he’d just had wasn’t acceptable in his mind. He wasn’t allowed to cry, he had to man up as he was often told, that if he cried and complained about what was happening to him, he was a bitch. As far as Tate was concerned, this was a moment of weakness. Something he’d always been in control of until now. That’s why the punishment was warranted. Eventually, when he was done, Tate fell to his knees and looked up at the wall at his blood and skin all over it. The only thing that goes through his mind is that he has to clean that up before his mom’s husband gets home. If he was to find that, Tate would end up getting beaten again. It wasn’t the beating that worried Tate though, it was what Grace would think and what Jack would think about it if they witnessed it. Tate gets up from his knees and heads out of the bedroom and goes straight into the bathroom.
Once Tate was in the bathroom, he turned the cold tap on and placed his bloody knuckles under the cold water. Looking into the mirror, he looks emotionless at his reflection. Seeing how red his eyes were from crying just angers him as he clenches his fists. The cold water still flowed over his knuckles as he did. Tate is quick to grab a towel and wrap it around his hands. He then wipes his eyes, making sure to rub away the evidence of the weakness he’d just experienced. Looking back at his reflection, it was good to see the evidence gone. His eyes were still red but there were no signs of tears at all. He takes the towel off his hands and reaches into the medicine cabinet and pulls out a first aid kit. Opening up the first aid kit, Tate grabs out the bandages and starts to bandage up his left hand first. When that was done, he started to bandage up the right hand too. Now that both hands were bandaged up, Tate put the first aid kit back into the medicine cabinet followed by cleaning out the washbasin of blood. He then grabs the blood-covered towel and hides it under clothes in the washing basket outside the bathroom door. As Tate walks back into the bathroom, he grabs a cloth and runs it under the tap before heading back into the bedroom. Now he is in the bedroom, Tate starts to clean the wall as the images of him punching the wall start to play over and over in his head. Just as he’d finished cleaning the wall, he hears the door open and makes a quick run to the wash basket. Just like he did with the towel covered in blood, Tate hides the cloth too, making sure to cover it with the other washing. Tate then slowly makes his way down the stairs where he is met by his mom’s husband who glances down at his hands.
“What have you been up to?”
“Just an accident.”
“What kind of accident?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Just answer the damn question.”
“I have.”
“I want to know what kind of accident. You can do this the easy way and tell me or the hard way and suffer.”
“Oh joy, the choice of more suffering, as if I don’t get that enough putting up with you.”
It wasn’t normal for Tate to react this way and you could tell by the shock on his mom’s husband's face.
“Keep that tone up, I dare you.”
The sight of him just made Tate more angry than normal. Tate just laughs as he walks off.
“Just you wait. Your birth was an accident!!!”
It’s taking so much right now for Tate not to turn around, tell his mom’s husband to fuck off, and just clock him straight in the jaw. This isn’t the sort of thing an eight-year-old should be dealing with. Instead, Tate managed to keep walking and went into the lounge where his mom, Grace, and Jack were. His mom just ignored him, like he wasn’t there at all. Grace is too busy checking out all the new clothes she has. It’s only Jack that pays any attention to Tate. Jack walks over and hugs Tate. It was as if Jack had realized Tate needed a hug because it was the first hug Tate had received in years. It only lasted for a few seconds but it seemed more like a lifetime for Tate. For the first time in a long time, Tate genuinely smiles as Jack smiles back at him before he gets back to the new toys he’d got today. Tate walks over to his mom who only now acknowledges him with a smile and a forced one at that.
“Mom, did I get any new clothes or anything?”
The reaction from his mom was surprising. It was like Tate had just asked something unreasonable and something he shouldn’t have asked.
“Really? First of all, I didn’t buy them and second of all, you should be grateful to have a roof over your head without asking questions like that.”
“But… Mom.”
Both Grace and Jack grab their stuff and leave the room after their mom had glanced at them. Once they’d gone she looked back at Tate.
“Don’t you but mom me. All I’ve had is your dad complaining about how ungrateful you’re and how misbehaved you’re being. I don’t need all this shit from him because of you. So no, you haven’t got any new clothes or anything. Try actually making an effort to behave and then maybe you’ll get new things like Grace and Jack.”
“My dad? When did you talk to him? That man you married isn’t my dad and never will be. If only you knew the truth. Then again, it’d just be like old times when you relied on the drink, it’d be my fault, always is. I’m never going to call that man dad, I don’t even know my dad and from what I’ve witnessed and seen, you don’t know who he is either. It isn’t a matter of behaving or misbehaving when it comes to needing new clothes. I’m your son, and when I need clothes surely that’s one of your motherly duties to make sure I get new clothes. The kids at school laugh at me because you and that monster you married make me go to school in clothes that are either too small, too big, or falling apart. You go on about how I should be grateful, grateful for the roof over my head, and grateful for what I do have. Well, what I do have isn’t good enough. I get it, I’m not Grace or Jack. I don’t see the man you married as a dad and that’s why he doesn’t like me but what’s your excuse? You’re my mom and you’re meant to love me unconditionally but I wouldn’t even believe you if you did say you loved me. Just because I’m not Grace or Jack, everyone hates me. I’m the black sheep of the family, the outcast, the outsider, and the one to always suffer. It shouldn’t be that way, mom.”
Finally getting to the end of his rant, Tate looks straight at his mom. She doesn’t even have the decency to maintain eye contact with him.
“Just go away, Tate. The only reason you didn’t go with us is because of your behavior and you know it. You can go on about the truth this and the truth that but I don’t care. You’re to blame for what happens to you. The sooner you realize that and buck up your ideas the better for you, and me.”
“It’s always me, me, me with you isn’t it mom? You don’t care about what I have to put up with because you have it so much harder. I’m a kid and yet I’ve had a harder life than most adults. That doesn’t matter though, does it? All because your husband doesn’t like me, you listen to him and do whatever he says. If it wasn’t for him you’d be treating Grace and Jack the same as me too, like a leper. The only reason you stopped drinking is that you were afraid of the circumstances of what your ever so amazing husband would do to you. It doesn’t matter what I say anyway because you don’t care about what I say or if I even was here.”
Just as Tate had finished speaking, his mom’s husband walks in having heard enough and looking like he was on the warpath.
“What’s with your attitude Tate? Not only are you attacking your mom but early you attacked me. This is why no one likes you, Tate. This is why Grace and Jack no longer want anything to do with you.”
With every word he was saying, Tate was getting angrier and angrier. The vein in the side of Tate’s neck starts to pulsate like a heartbeat, a really fast and ferocious one at that. Tate’s bandaged hands are even clenched as he stares daggers through the man spitting nothing but venom at him right now. A fully grown man is standing there belittling and bullying an eight-year-old and Tate’s mom is just standing there and allowing it to happen.
“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!”
Now physically shaking with anger, Tate walks over to his mom’s husband. Tate just couldn’t handle it anymore, enough was enough for him. Even though her eight-year-old son was at the point where he felt like squaring up to a fully grown man was the only answer, Tate’s mom still stands there doing nothing.
“Tate, you don’t want this. I told you earlier what would happen if you carried on.”
“That’s all you do, isn’t it? Bully kids and women. All because I won’t step in line and be a good kid like Grace and Jack. Well, guess what? I’m not about to give in and step in line now. You can threaten me all you like, you can beat me all you like too but believe me I’m going to fight back.”
“NO, TATE!”
It was too late. Tate’s mom's words fall on deaf ears as Tate lunges toward the man his mom married. Tate throws a punch right to the groin of his mom’s husband. He falls to his knees from the low blow from Tate. Tate doesn’t stop there as he kicks him in the face too before he is dragged away by his mom.
“Stop right now Tate. Look what you’ve done.”
Having held Tate back long enough for her husband to recover, her husband gets to his feet and takes his belt off. Tate’s mom lets go of Tate and moves out of the way as her husband swings and hits Tate across the face with the big metal belt buckle that is on the end of the belt. Tate falls to the floor, blood pouring from a cut just below his eye courtesy of the belt buckle. Tate’s mom looks at her husband and then down at Tate as she walks out of the room and stops at the door. Tate reached out for his mom's hand hoping she’d stopped to help him, only all he got in return was her shaking her head in disgust at him as she closed the lounge door behind her. The one time Tate thought his mom was going to do the right thing by him she didn't, instead, she stood by her husband and left Tate to face yet more abuse and punishment.
“MOM… COME BACK!!!”
Even though Tate called out for her it didn’t matter. Tate got back up to his feet eventually as his mom's husband was standing there waiting with the belt still in his hands.
“She doesn’t want you, no one does. She doesn't even love you anymore. As for Grace and Jack, they’re better off without you, we all are.”
As he starts to laugh at Tate, Tate runs at him and goes to hit him with a punch only he sidesteps Tate and in the same motion hits Tate across the back with the belt. Tate drops down to his knees where he is met with more hits of the belt across his back. Even with him laying on the floor crying out in pain, the man continues to hit the belt over Tate's back. By this time, Tate’s mom had gone upstairs with Grace and Jack. Tate could hear loud music playing only now realizing that his mom had gone to make sure Grace and Jack didn’t hear what was happening to him. She didn’t want them to hear what her husband was doing to Tate. She wanted them both to continue to believe that her husband was a saint.
“I told you Tate but you didn’t want to listen. The more you cry out in pain the more it’s going to carry on. I’ve told you to man up and stop being a bitch so for once in your life listen to me, you little bastard.”
No matter how hard he tried to crawl away he couldn’t, Tate was in a lot of pain and as much as he tried to be quiet he couldn’t. His mom's husband was enjoying this, the sick and twisted man. Surprisingly he did keep to his word though, he stopped when Tate kept quiet. Only Tate wasn’t being quiet through choice, he’d passed out through the pain. Even with his back covered in blood and starting to welt, he was carried upstairs by his mom's husband, laid on his bed, and left in his room with the door locked so Grace or Jack couldn’t find him like it.
“I come from a violent background. So I became hard. I realized that I had made myself that way to deal with a feeling of abandonment and shame.” - Mickey Rourke
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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
MARCH 24TH, 2022
Having just finished watching tapes on both of his opponents, “The Outcast” Tate Selby turns the television off. He was dressed in his workout gear which just consisted of black wrestling boots, black shorts, and a white vest. Tate turns his chair around to face the camera and puts his feet up on the desk in front of him.
“That’s right. I’ve done my research on both of my opponents. I’ve watched all of the available tapes I could get my hands on. You see I’m not always rushing in all angry and oaf-like. I’m sure that’s what some people like to think but I hope Jason Long and Billy Bennett are better than that. Just because I have a lot of anger within me, it doesn’t mean that I’m not smart either. I always have a plan and like The A-Team, I love it when a plan comes together. Unlike The A-Team, I’m not an unrealistic fake show whose first plan always works. I have several plans when I go into battle. You may get lucky and win one or two battles with one plan or no plan at all. Whereas I have several plans to rely on because I don’t go out there just relying on winning the odd battle, I go out there relying on winning the whole damn war. I’ve had to battle through things my whole life and look at me now. In only just my third match in Project Honor, I’m fighting against the Legacy Champion Billy Bennett and the once great King himself Jason Long. I’m not here through some mistake. I’m here because I belong here. Whoever wants to argue that fact, feel free to meet me in the ring anytime. At the end of the day, I’m not a nice man and if you’re going to fuck around, you’re going to find out. In my last match, I beat a man who has been destroying his competition. You see, I’m a man whose plan is better than yours. If you go out there to destroy, I go out there and do it better than you. If you go out there and try to be smart, I’ll do that better than you too. What I’m saying is, even if we had the same plan, and tried to do the same thing, my plan would be a success but yours wouldn’t. I’ll never be a man who’ll stand back and wait for you to come to me. If you’re brave enough to have my name in your mouth, you better be brave enough to step up to me. I’ve seen time and time again in this business where people will talk their shit and when they step in that ring they can’t back it up. One thing in particular with you Jason Long is that you used to be able to back up those sharp and venomous words of yours but lately what has happened to you? The one thing you should be embarrassed about is losing to Noah Hope. A man that if he ever stepped in the ring with me wouldn’t just piss himself, he’d shit his whole insides out. You may have a lot of accolades to your name Jason but what you don’t have anymore is that drive to back up what you say. I already know that your mouth is going to be working quicker than that brain of yours and try to cash cheques that it just can’t. It’s okay though, just like those cheques, I’m happy to bounce your head off the mat or the concrete, and either one will make me happy.”
Pausing for a moment, Tate picks up the bottle of water from beside him, unscrews the cap, and takes a couple of swigs. Once he is done, he screws the cap back on and places the bottle of water back down beside him.
“I wish that you were the Jason Long that won the Prime Championship back when you did. Along with the Noble Championship making you become a Double Champion. That’s the thing, you even held the Ascension Championship too back then. You made history by becoming a Triple Crown Champion. That’s all history though Jason. If we went by history, I’d still be hospitalizing people illegally for a living. We’re not going by history as great as it makes us both seem, right? We’re going by what we’re both capable of today and from what I’ve seen, you’re barely capable of wiping your ass. It’s as if Noah Hope has slain The King that Jason Long once was. When you go by things like that, it’s not looking very promising for you in that ring is it, Jason? Not only do you have me to deal with but you have Billy Bennett also. Although guessing from your past, you’re more than likely just going to brush me off as an underdog. Maybe seeing as I’m “The Outcast” like many who were mistaken before you, you won’t even see me as a threat. I hope you’re smarter than that but from the decisions you've made lately and continue to make it’s not likely, which is a shame. After all, Billy is the crazy one, I am the loner, and I’m guessing you’re going to fill the void as the stupid one. Hopefully, I’m just being harsh and all this The Entity of Project Honor stuff is just you trying to pull some funny prank on us that honestly isn’t funny but more cringy. When I saw what was going on between you and Arik Holt, I thought he was the one who was insane and creepy. Yet, when you take a closer look, it’s as if you’re the one who is insane and creepy and he is just trying to protect the woman he loves. After all, the woman he loves is the woman you were supposed to have loved, right? You allowed a bald, failed science lab-looking experiment to take your wife to be. That must really hurt, that must explain the reason you’ve gone off the rails. The sheer embarrassment that a man like Arik Holt was capable of doing something you couldn’t and that was making Savannah his wife.”
“You and Savannah Sunshine, Savannah Andrews, Savannah Holt, or whatever her name is were the ones who were meant to be getting married. Look what happened there though, Jason. You quit on Savannah. Arik Holt became the hero and Jason Long became the insane guy teleporting here, there, and everywhere. I remember watching Doctor Who once, the whole time-traveling thing on that was about as believable as the teleporting powers you seem to have. What’s it like to live in a constant world of Pink Floyd music playing, psychedelic colors, and being high on life? You need to realize that this isn’t the sixties anymore man. Just like Arik Holt took your wife from you and made her his wife, I’m going to take everything that’s left of you on Fallout. I’m going to have you wishing you’d never stepped in that ring against me. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to wish you had teleported over to Proving Ground long before you met me. You’re just going to fade away just as a memory. You’ll just be known as history and that is it. No one will care about you anymore. It doesn’t matter how much those around you say they care because not even they’re going to be able to save you from what I’m about to do to you in that ring. I’ve seen you go on about the possibility of going over to Proving Ground to try and take Myojin’s Championship from him, good luck with that. Maybe you should’ve fucked off before getting put in this match with me. I get it, you want to get your revenge on Billy Bennett for beating you in the past and all that blah, blah, blah. Only that’s not going to happen and I’m not even sorry about it at all. There’s nothing more I’d like than to watch Billy Bennett choke the life out of you but it’ll be so much more fun doing it myself. Not only that, with Billy Bennett in the match, a win over her as well as you will just make it so much sweeter for me. Billy Bennett is the top dog here in Project Honor. Just imagine that I am the vet, the vet that’s going to get hold of Billy Bennett and put her down. “
Once again, Tate only stops to have some water. The room he was in was one of the side rooms of his agent/trainer/manager’s gym called Matthews Multi-Gym. After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Tate has a few mouthfuls of water before screwing the cap back on the bottle and putting it back down beside him again.
“Don’t worry Billy, I’ll get to you in a minute but for now let me continue my business with Jason. The man who people thought to have been dead when he was stabbed. Would’ve saved a lot of people the pain and misery of him being alive if it wasn’t only just a thought. I’d apologize but hopefully, by now you’ll realize that I just don’t care what people think of me or what they say about me. I’m not about to filter myself for Jason Long, Billy Bennett, or even Project Honor. I’m not here to be some gimmick or play up to the cameras. I’m here to be who I am and if that means I’m hated because of it, then so be it. There was a time when Jason Long was himself. A man who didn’t care what he said and did. Yet, he sold out. You sold out Jason and became nothing but a joke. You could’ve had it all. You had the Prime Championship, the Noble Championship, and the Ascension Championship. If you’d just carried on being who you were and doing your thing, you’d have probably been Legacy Champion by now. Only, you’ve already proved you don’t have the facilities for that big man. That’s fine though, after the match you’ll be back down in the midcard at best if you’re lucky. That’s if you choose to stick around, maybe you could pretend to be dead again and then reappear as Jacko The Clown. Just remember that I will always back up what I say, let’s just hope you’re man enough to do the same. A lot of people might be underestimating me and you’re probably one of them. I’m going to look forward to not only proving you wrong but pissing on your parade as I do.”
“Billy, Billy, Billy. I haven’t forgotten about you. I’d be stupid to do such a thing. I’m just going to leave the stupidity to being a Jason Long thing. Please don’t tell me that you’re an Alien from out of space and that you get off your face on moon rocks. I’m disappointed in clowns like Jason Long. Fallout isn’t what it used to be. This show needs more bloodshed and violence. I’m going to bring that to the show. I’m grateful that in just my third match here on Fallout I get to face the Legacy Champion. Project Honor is taking notice of what I’m capable of. I’ve already laid waste to the Gatekeeper Champion, albeit he isn’t in the same league as you Billy but it was a good stepping stone on my way. No hard feelings but I’m going to have to beat the ever-living daylights out of you. I know that you’re Legacy Champion for a few reasons and one of them being because you were here before me. Just make sure to keep that belt clean and well looked after because I’m coming for it. I have a lot to prove in this match. I’m the underdog as people put it. Only after this match, they’re no longer going to be seeing me as such. It’s a shame it has to be at your expense Billy but I’m going to make an example out of you just as much as I will Jason. It’ll be nice to add to my record that I’ve not only beaten the Gatekeeper Champion but the first Triple Crown Champion and the Legacy Champion. Just think of how awesome that would be, that in just three matches I would have accomplished a win over both of you. I did my research, Billy. So before you try and say that I didn’t see what you’re also capable of, I have. An impressive eleven wins and only one loss. A ten-win streak was included in that record too. So you can see why it’d be such a big deal for me in just my third match to hand you your second loss.”
Taking his feet off the table, Tate gets himself comfortable before he gets back to business.
“I say second loss when technically it should be your third loss I’m going to be handing you. After all, with that win streak of yours, early on you got a helping hand with being handed a win just because you were in the top ten in the Second Annual Purge Match. What an absolute crock of shit though. I wonder if they give you or Jason a win on the records when I beat either you or him. I guess the management gave you a helping hand along the way. I’m feeling like your luck with them has run out now though, after all, they’ve put you in the ring with me. Just think of how bad it’s going to be when I have a win over the Legacy Champion in just my third match. It’ll be a win in my third match that wasn’t handed to me either for being a runner-up. Shit, I should’ve thought about that when I was saying about it being a big deal about having a win over you. Then again, it’s still a big deal I guess, just means the start of my win streak will be more noteworthy than yours is. Be something else that I’ll hold over the Legacy Champion and something management will have to take into consideration. Management is going to be extremely shocked when their biggest talent in Project Honor is beaten by a guy who's new here. They’re going to even have to consider me for a future Legacy Championship shot too. I’m calling it now, at the next Pay Per View, Tate Selby versus Billy Bennett for the Legacy Championship. Unlike Jason, not only would I have done something he couldn't and get a win over you but I’ll do something else he couldn't and win the Legacy Championship. I’m not underestimating you at all Billy, I just know the lengths I’m willing to go to and I’m not sure you’d be willing to go to them. I hope you will be willing cause it’d make the whole experience a lot more pleasurable for me. I know I talk a big game but I’ll also deliver when the time comes, that’s also something else that I can do that Jason Long can’t.”
“Even with that dodgy and questionable start of yours, I’m impressed with what you have done here in Project Honor. It doesn’t matter who you’re or what you stand for, if you’re not impressed by what you’ve done and accomplished Billy, you’re just in the window licking category. I know, there are a few people here like that, Noah Hope being one of them which makes it even more amusing when I think back to that win he has over Jason Long. Hopefully, you know what I’m on about Billy. I’ve watched a lot of tapes and done a lot of research and that was the most amusing thing I found. I know I keep mentioning it but come on, how does a once-great King fall at the feet of a Jester of any kingdom he’d be in? I think I’ve spent enough time on Jason Long, I’m sure he is digging his own grave for me to put him in by now. Back to the top dog, the one with not only the loudest bark but with the hardest bite too. Don’t worry Fallout, soon enough I will put a muzzle on the top dog of Project Honor. I’ll prove to everyone that no matter who you put in my way I’ll be able to take care of them. That I’m willing to go to lengths that even your Legacy Champion will be afraid of. I’d happily bite her fingers off one by one if it meant getting what I wanted. Right now, what I want is to prove that I am better than Billy Bennett and that I will beat her by any means necessary. I’m sure you’ve had to deal with a lot of dangerous things in your life Billy but none of them will ever come close to what I’m capable of. I’ll make even the Devil himself shit his pants in fear. I’ll happily walk into the ring and shed blood but I promise you now, my blood will not be shed for nothing. I will not sacrifice my mind, body, and soul just for nothing. I’m doing this for no one but me. I’m going out there on Fallout and I am going to strike fear into every single person in attendance. Just be grateful that you’ll be leaving Fallout with the Legacy Championship Billy because next time you won’t be so lucky.”
Finally having taken care of business, Tate gets up from the chair followed by grabbing his bottle of water, what’s left of it anyway. As he walks out of the door, Tate nearly knocks Eddie Matthews to the floor who was standing at the door trying to listen to what was being said. Tate just walks on by Eddie who walks into the room and shuts the door behind him.
“Jason Long, Billy Bennett. My name is Eddie Matthews. I’m the man who gave Tate Selby the tools to destroy you in that ring. Now I’m sure that he has taken care of business and done a very good job at it too. Only, I have a few things to say and you’re both going to listen whether you want to or not. I know all people see when they look at Tate Selby is an angry man. A man that could possibly be manipulated into doing whatever someone wanted him to do. That isn’t the case at all. When I took Tate in, I promised him that whatever it took, I’d make him into a man. A man that wasn’t stupid enough to be brainwashed. A man who would always stand and fight. A man that although he was full of hatred and anger would be able to be in control of it. A man who not only was capable of destroying people through violence but one who had more than one plan of doing so. When I first saw Tate, he’d been brainwashed into believing that he’d never amount to anything more than just some common thug. I wasn’t about to let that happen. I saw more promise in him. When I first met him, I had the chance to mold Tate into whatever I wanted him to be. Only I saw a man who was capable of great things and who deserved to be in control of his own destiny. A man who is going to turn up at Fallout and show not only Jason and Billy what he is capable of but the whole world. Tate Selby is the man who is going to be standing at the top of the mountain in Project Honor. The man who is going to do it his way and use whatever violence he has to. Doesn’t matter what gets put in his way, Tate is going to inflict pain and suffering on all those he deems deserve it. I hope you both have medical insurance because, by the time Tate Selby is done with you, you’ll feel like you’re past your Sel-by date!!!”
After his little rant, Eddie Matthews nods his head towards the cameraman and smiles as he makes his exit from the room.
