Post by Aiden Reynolds on Jan 25, 2021 23:04:24 GMT -5
Betrayal.
You never really know people. You can think you do. You can spend time with them, travel with them. Believe that you understand who they are and what morals they have. You earn their trust and they earn yours.
But trust can be broken.
You slowly feel it slip away, you feel your heart dip into your stomach and almost throw up. Broken trust, in friendship, relationships or just family. It is the worst pain you ever feel emotionally. It boils, it bubbles. It bursts.
And sometimes, there is nothing you can do but smile pretty for the devil…
Late 2018.
It was a rough few weeks. As Christmas 2018 rapidly approached in Japan, Aiden Reynolds had been delicately balancing his work and personal life that was seemingly still kept crossing over. He would go to work, do what he did in the ring with his partner, go backstage and shower, act like he didn’t know Etsuko when they would see each other. Then, he’d go home and wait for her to come over and see him. Two grown adults, sneaking around like teenagers. It was embarrassing. It was sickening. And Aiden was getting sick of it.
But, it was a necessary evil.
He didn’t want to lose her, but now it was a question of where it was going and why. The last few months had been great -- getting to know her, enjoying her company. Etsuko was smart, funny and honest. She made him smile and enjoy life. It was understandable that Aiden wouldn’t want to lose that. Now he sat in his apartment playing the bright lights and sound of the fans over and over in his mind, a memory after getting home. His eyes trailed over to his phone, pressing the home button to turn it on. He sighed heavily, wondering where she was.
He heard the fridge door open and turned to see his tag team partner, best friend, and roommate, Kyle Overton, grabbing a beer. The Brit turned and leaned against the kitchen bench with an eyebrow raised. “She’s late,” Aiden gave a small nod, acknowledging him. There was a sigh, a sip of beer and a small burp under his breath. Kyle walked over and put his hand on Aiden’s shoulder. “Maybe she had second thoughts, eh?”
Aiden looked up at him, he shook his head and looked back down at his phone. Kyle sighed and backed away finishing his beer before heading down the hallway.
What if he was right though? What if Kyle had a point? The relationship was stressful, having to steal time together, Etsuko having to make sure none of her father’s men followed her. As far as her father knew, they had stopped seeing each other. It was the best thing for them both. But, what if it got to her? Aiden leaned forward and his head came to rest on his hands. There was a knock at the door; he sprung to his feet and unlocked the deadbolt, turning the handle with a deep breath. His heart sank. It wasn’t Etsuko. It was, however, the same asshole who had led the attack on him after their date.
Aiden stepped back as the man pushed through the door with his arms behind his back. He scoffed as he looked around the modest apartment. Aiden raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath before the man spoke. His voice was low and harsh, his English broken, but still easy to understand. “I’m sure you were expecting Ms. Hashi. I am afraid she will not be coming, nor will she be seeing you ever again.”
His heart beat faster, his hands clasped into fists, but Aiden tried to keep himself calm and measured.
“You see, she has been sent on urgent business and you... well, you will not be working for us any longer…”
Aiden stepped forward, his nostrils flaring in anger. He was nose to nose with him, he wanted to hit him, but cooler heads prevailed.
He was handed a manilla envelope slowly. Aiden took it and the man in the black suit breezed passed him with a small laugh. As the door closed, Aiden opened the envelope, finding the termination of employment papers and a work visa redaction. And pictures. Pictures of Etsuko and Aiden together. Some of which were taken in this very apartment. Aiden’s blood ran cold, his hands started to shake and he looked up the hallway. Kyle shook his head and stepped forward, his head down.
“I’m sorry, mate...but I couldn’t let you drag me down with ya.”
Aiden threw the papers and photos on the table, moving fast as he could, his arm shooting up against Kyle’s chest, pushing him back against the wall with a thud.
“So, that’s it mate? You fucked me over for a job? I loved her you fucking cunt!” Aiden got close, his eyes locked with Kyle’s. His old friend and partner shook his head and coughed, Aiden relaxing and backing away, giving him a chance to speak.
Kyle doubled over, his hand rubbing where Aiden had placed his forearm. Clearing his throat, Kyle stood up, his British accent getting stronger than it had been in a while, as it tended to do when he spoke fast or was angry. “I tried to tell ya, I tried to talk you out of it. You put it all on the line, but it wasn’t just your life and job mate, it was mine! An’ ya didn’t fuckin’ care. People always look out for themselves in this business...get used to it, bruv.”
Aiden couldn’t help but shake his head and turn away from Kyle. The anger was there, but now there was sadness and guilt. Not only had Aiden lost someone he loved, but now his best friend and job too. He turned away with a deep breath. “I’ll be out by the weekend...mate…”
“Oi Aiden…..ya fuckin there?”
Present Day.
Aiden shook his head and snapped out of the haze. The memories faded away as fast as they came as he turned to find Dickie Watson, his partner in The Commonwealth, his best friend and also the current Project: Honor Grand Champion. Looking dead at him, his eyebrow raised. His wiry arms out to his side. “Were you listening to me?” Aiden swallowed hard, he was faced with a question: lie or tell the truth?
He smirked and gave a small nod, deciding instead to take a stab at what Dickie was saying “Yeah, mate, of course. I get it, this bullshit has been goin on long enough” He gave a nod and smile, a confident flash in his eye as he waited to see Dickie’s reaction.
“Glad to see we’re on the same page mate.” Fuckin nailed it.
He cleared his throat and folded his arms over his chest relaxing a little. “So, what’s your next move?” Dickie shook his head and threw his arms in the air, his shaggy brown hair falling over his eyes, Aiden felt his phone buzz and he looked down at it, genuine interest flooding his senses. Dickie tutted under his breath and shook his head, Aiden looked up as if to say, “what?”
Dickie pushed up and sat on Aiden’s kitchen bench, his legs dangling down, covered by black skinny jeans with pre torn holes, his upper body covered by a long sleeved white “Thrasher” shirt. “If ya could get off RSVP.com long enough to bloody give me some advice….” Aiden shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket before giving his attention back to Dickie who was getting increasingly more annoyed as he went over things in his head. “I got this fuckin’ family dinner with Finn and Elena. Mark, Hannah and Izzy will be there too. Not sure I want to, eh? I’m already dealing with enough disrespectful bullshit…”
Dickie started to get on one, a rant that would last for a while. Aiden had heard it all before. It was non-stop as of late; it was getting easier and easier to tune him out. His phone buzzed again; Aiden pulled it out and replied with a snicker rising up on his lips. But it wasn’t before long that he noticed that Dickie had stopped talking, his arms over his chest as he jumped down and tapped his foot. Aiden pushed out an annoyed breath and stepped forward. Time to be honest. “Look, Dickie. I have your back, you know that. And I agree with most of what you’ve been sayin’, mate. But fuck me, you’re the goddamn Grand Champion -- can’t you just enjoy that? I mean shit, you didn’t even congratulate me for gettin in the Legacy Chamber….” Aiden trailed off.
He realised a little late that that topic may have still been a sore spot.
There was a moment of tense stress between them. Dickie looked at his friend and partner with a mixture of hurt and frustration, but only gave Aiden a quick nod, muttering under his breath, “Whatever.” He stepped forward and gave a small pat to Aiden on the shoulder. “I gotta go, bruv. I gotta get mentally prepped for this fuckin’ disaster of a dinner. I’ll shoot ya a message later, eh?”
Aiden smiled and gave an understanding nod as he held up his hand. After a few moments where he thought maybe Dickie wouldn’t take it, he did, the two sharing their usual handshake and bro hug before Dickie opened the door and left his apartment. Aiden’s phone buzzed yet again as his eyes shot down to reply.
Cultural misappropriation and Captain six pack.
“I have no bloody clue what is going on now…”
Aiden Reynolds. Australian Superstar. New kid on the block in Project: Honor and someone who has taken the world by storm with his good looks, intelligence and in-ring skill. He slowly shakes his head and a small smile flashes on his face.
“See, for the last few weeks, I have been dealing with this guilt. I’ve watched my best friend in Grand Champion Dickie Watson dealing with anger and frustration. Issues with the company. And then, I have watched most of the roster, and even management just...not understand. And, despite my personal feelings on Dickie maybe goin’ too far with his anger, you all need to realise where he’s comin’ from. See, imagine that you come into a brand new company, you prove your worth and win the top title in that company, only for the company to pop up and decide it wasn’t really the top title and they invent a new one for people to chase.”
“I can understand his frustration. But, because of his feelings towards it I’ve been largely silent about the upcoming Legacy championship match, the other competitors in it and my position in the company. And, even though I’m not in the habit of being arrogant….”
He pauses for a moment and looks around. Dickie isn’t there to correct him, or make a smart ass comment. He clears his throat and continues.
“Well, I think I’ve earned the right, eh? Undefeated in Project Honor, heading towards the Legacy Chamber match all guns blazin’. All these others staking claims and acting like they’re top shit, yet here I am, main eventing yet another show. Dickie and I will continue our tag dominance like we have in other companies AND here. And me? Well, I beat Contessa so bad she’s all but disappeared, I beat Pyro so bad, he’s gone to a different bloody show. And now here we are, getting ready to win another match in another main event on the first Proving Ground of the “new era” now that they have split the rosters…”
He rolls his eyes and laughs under his breath. Trying not to be snarky
“...and what did you expect? I mean ,so many others want to claim their names carry weight, like Warstein and Myojin. But me? I’ve just been turnin’ up and doing my job. I didn’t want to step on any toes, but now that time is up because Aiden ‘Goddamn, by-God’ Reynolds is about to be the biggest star this company has. I’m done trying to be the funny, humble Aussie. See, I felt bad for my friend and I didn’t want to seem like a typical arrogant prick. But, since that’s what it takes here...I think I’ll just cross that line, eh?”
“In fact, part of me wanted to give Dickie my spot. But, you know, in this business, you get what you earn. So since I earned my spot, and I earned my opportunity, I’m gonna take it with both hands. I’m going to run that bitch down all your throats.”
“See, I may be lighthearted most of the time. I might make a lot of you laugh and I take pride in not taking things as serious as others. But make no mistake, in between those ropes, when that bell rings, I am one of the best to do this. I’m strong, athletic, tough as nails, I mean, I come from a country where everything can kill you. I have the talent and drive to go far in this company. I’ve proved it with an undefeated record and an opportunity at this company’s top prize. And, of course. The main events…”
He pauses and shrugs before clearing his throat.
“So, this main event, Proving Ground Ten, or stylised as Proving Ground X...to be edgy. It’s an established tag team, a champion and a contender, versus a guy with a six pack and a briefcase and someone who is known for following Kimberly Chase around like a lost puppy dog who likes to sniff cracks. Now, I ain’t sayin Mark Hunter ain’t talented or that he should only be looked at as a walking set of abs. He has had great success. And Mark, mate, I like ya. You have a great attitude and work ethic. And your nickname, The Straight Shooter. Well, allow me to tell you anything you get from me will be just like that. I don’t mince words, I don’t blow smoke up people's asses, and truth be told I can see you as a threat to any champion in this company mate.”
“You are a handful and a challenge one on one for anyone on the roster. But this match, it ain’t one on one is it? So, while you’re walking around with that suitcase lookin’ like you’re top shit, you’re going into a match against a tag team that is not just two talented, but randomized individuals. And, just asking, but have ya looked in the case yet? Cause, many are speculating it could be a title match, or a contract with a higher payout, or...and this is just me...it could be a gift certificate for PF Chang’s.”
He pauses once more, his eyes glazing over.
“...fuck, now I want sweet and sour pork…”
Focus Aiden….He blinks a few times and snaps back to reality as his stomach grumbles.
“Regardless. You have a bright future, Marky Mark. But this Funky Bunch is getting ready to rain on your parade. Cause, despite any differences I have with Dimitri, or where we’re heading in life, I know for a fact, in that ring I would not have anyone else watching my back. Can you say that about your partner, mate? Talent can only take you so far in a match like this and I’m not saying you can’t win but...will you? With Ramesses watching your back, can you beat us, Mark? Many people would say no, and while I can tell you’re someone who wants to defy the odds, I can also tell you’re not fuckin’ dumb…”
“You know what is at stake, you know what can happen and deep down, in the pit of your perfect abs, you know you can’t trust Ramesses.”
“And, by the same token, can Mr. Cultural Misappropriation trust you? What have you got to gain in the match Mark? You win and you’d beat the Grand Champion and a contender for the Legacy Championship. That can make you go far but, you’d be giving a win to Ramesses too. Me and Dickie, we ride together, we die together, Bad boys for life, get it?”
“But, back to Ramesses. Serious question, mate: Why are you here?”
Aiden pauses as if waiting for an answer that won’t actually come, his arms fold over his chest as he lets out an arrogant little cough under his breath.
“Not in the company, in this match. See, I came into Project Honor in a main event but, that was for a reason. Dickie was here fighting the good fight, and he needed back up against Saint and Contessa. I seriously doubt Mark Hunter wanted you for the same reason, so again, how and why are you in this match and this main event?. It’s mind boggling to me that it was you placed here and not someone else. Someone who has issues with me, or Dickie. I mean, not exactly a short bloody list there.”
“But yet, here you are. In this match on the opposite side of the ring with a partner who I’m sure doesn’t trust you and whom you don’t trust either. And that, well to be completely fuckin honest it concerns me.”
“See, it concerns me because all we have to go off when it comes to you is your social media exploits and a few smaller appearances. And a name. And trust me mate, I could have a laugh questioning if there is a “Giza” in Tokyo I wasn’t aware of, but instead I’d rather take this a little more seriously. You’re an unknown. You’re a mystery aside from your stupidity in calling out Dickie and following Kimberly around like a beta male bitch.”
“So what can I say to get people to give a shit about this match? A match that will most likely be a fucking train wreck? Well. It is that it’ll be a train wreck. You got two known performers who are former tag champions and have taken over this company, with one guy doin’ alright for himself and an unknown on the other. One team can watch each other’s backs, trust each other and work like a damn well-oiled machine and the other side will be dysfunctional with one guy who hasn’t even had a goddamn match in the company.”
“Total...fucking...trainwreck…”
“That is what makes it interesting though boys. So I hope the world will enjoy watching The Commonwealth ride again. And watching you two implode.”
You never really know people. You can think you do. You can spend time with them, travel with them. Believe that you understand who they are and what morals they have. You earn their trust and they earn yours.
But trust can be broken.
You slowly feel it slip away, you feel your heart dip into your stomach and almost throw up. Broken trust, in friendship, relationships or just family. It is the worst pain you ever feel emotionally. It boils, it bubbles. It bursts.
And sometimes, there is nothing you can do but smile pretty for the devil…
Late 2018.
It was a rough few weeks. As Christmas 2018 rapidly approached in Japan, Aiden Reynolds had been delicately balancing his work and personal life that was seemingly still kept crossing over. He would go to work, do what he did in the ring with his partner, go backstage and shower, act like he didn’t know Etsuko when they would see each other. Then, he’d go home and wait for her to come over and see him. Two grown adults, sneaking around like teenagers. It was embarrassing. It was sickening. And Aiden was getting sick of it.
But, it was a necessary evil.
He didn’t want to lose her, but now it was a question of where it was going and why. The last few months had been great -- getting to know her, enjoying her company. Etsuko was smart, funny and honest. She made him smile and enjoy life. It was understandable that Aiden wouldn’t want to lose that. Now he sat in his apartment playing the bright lights and sound of the fans over and over in his mind, a memory after getting home. His eyes trailed over to his phone, pressing the home button to turn it on. He sighed heavily, wondering where she was.
He heard the fridge door open and turned to see his tag team partner, best friend, and roommate, Kyle Overton, grabbing a beer. The Brit turned and leaned against the kitchen bench with an eyebrow raised. “She’s late,” Aiden gave a small nod, acknowledging him. There was a sigh, a sip of beer and a small burp under his breath. Kyle walked over and put his hand on Aiden’s shoulder. “Maybe she had second thoughts, eh?”
Aiden looked up at him, he shook his head and looked back down at his phone. Kyle sighed and backed away finishing his beer before heading down the hallway.
What if he was right though? What if Kyle had a point? The relationship was stressful, having to steal time together, Etsuko having to make sure none of her father’s men followed her. As far as her father knew, they had stopped seeing each other. It was the best thing for them both. But, what if it got to her? Aiden leaned forward and his head came to rest on his hands. There was a knock at the door; he sprung to his feet and unlocked the deadbolt, turning the handle with a deep breath. His heart sank. It wasn’t Etsuko. It was, however, the same asshole who had led the attack on him after their date.
Aiden stepped back as the man pushed through the door with his arms behind his back. He scoffed as he looked around the modest apartment. Aiden raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath before the man spoke. His voice was low and harsh, his English broken, but still easy to understand. “I’m sure you were expecting Ms. Hashi. I am afraid she will not be coming, nor will she be seeing you ever again.”
His heart beat faster, his hands clasped into fists, but Aiden tried to keep himself calm and measured.
“You see, she has been sent on urgent business and you... well, you will not be working for us any longer…”
Aiden stepped forward, his nostrils flaring in anger. He was nose to nose with him, he wanted to hit him, but cooler heads prevailed.
He was handed a manilla envelope slowly. Aiden took it and the man in the black suit breezed passed him with a small laugh. As the door closed, Aiden opened the envelope, finding the termination of employment papers and a work visa redaction. And pictures. Pictures of Etsuko and Aiden together. Some of which were taken in this very apartment. Aiden’s blood ran cold, his hands started to shake and he looked up the hallway. Kyle shook his head and stepped forward, his head down.
“I’m sorry, mate...but I couldn’t let you drag me down with ya.”
Aiden threw the papers and photos on the table, moving fast as he could, his arm shooting up against Kyle’s chest, pushing him back against the wall with a thud.
“So, that’s it mate? You fucked me over for a job? I loved her you fucking cunt!” Aiden got close, his eyes locked with Kyle’s. His old friend and partner shook his head and coughed, Aiden relaxing and backing away, giving him a chance to speak.
Kyle doubled over, his hand rubbing where Aiden had placed his forearm. Clearing his throat, Kyle stood up, his British accent getting stronger than it had been in a while, as it tended to do when he spoke fast or was angry. “I tried to tell ya, I tried to talk you out of it. You put it all on the line, but it wasn’t just your life and job mate, it was mine! An’ ya didn’t fuckin’ care. People always look out for themselves in this business...get used to it, bruv.”
Aiden couldn’t help but shake his head and turn away from Kyle. The anger was there, but now there was sadness and guilt. Not only had Aiden lost someone he loved, but now his best friend and job too. He turned away with a deep breath. “I’ll be out by the weekend...mate…”
“Oi Aiden…..ya fuckin there?”
Present Day.
Aiden shook his head and snapped out of the haze. The memories faded away as fast as they came as he turned to find Dickie Watson, his partner in The Commonwealth, his best friend and also the current Project: Honor Grand Champion. Looking dead at him, his eyebrow raised. His wiry arms out to his side. “Were you listening to me?” Aiden swallowed hard, he was faced with a question: lie or tell the truth?
He smirked and gave a small nod, deciding instead to take a stab at what Dickie was saying “Yeah, mate, of course. I get it, this bullshit has been goin on long enough” He gave a nod and smile, a confident flash in his eye as he waited to see Dickie’s reaction.
“Glad to see we’re on the same page mate.” Fuckin nailed it.
He cleared his throat and folded his arms over his chest relaxing a little. “So, what’s your next move?” Dickie shook his head and threw his arms in the air, his shaggy brown hair falling over his eyes, Aiden felt his phone buzz and he looked down at it, genuine interest flooding his senses. Dickie tutted under his breath and shook his head, Aiden looked up as if to say, “what?”
Dickie pushed up and sat on Aiden’s kitchen bench, his legs dangling down, covered by black skinny jeans with pre torn holes, his upper body covered by a long sleeved white “Thrasher” shirt. “If ya could get off RSVP.com long enough to bloody give me some advice….” Aiden shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket before giving his attention back to Dickie who was getting increasingly more annoyed as he went over things in his head. “I got this fuckin’ family dinner with Finn and Elena. Mark, Hannah and Izzy will be there too. Not sure I want to, eh? I’m already dealing with enough disrespectful bullshit…”
Dickie started to get on one, a rant that would last for a while. Aiden had heard it all before. It was non-stop as of late; it was getting easier and easier to tune him out. His phone buzzed again; Aiden pulled it out and replied with a snicker rising up on his lips. But it wasn’t before long that he noticed that Dickie had stopped talking, his arms over his chest as he jumped down and tapped his foot. Aiden pushed out an annoyed breath and stepped forward. Time to be honest. “Look, Dickie. I have your back, you know that. And I agree with most of what you’ve been sayin’, mate. But fuck me, you’re the goddamn Grand Champion -- can’t you just enjoy that? I mean shit, you didn’t even congratulate me for gettin in the Legacy Chamber….” Aiden trailed off.
He realised a little late that that topic may have still been a sore spot.
There was a moment of tense stress between them. Dickie looked at his friend and partner with a mixture of hurt and frustration, but only gave Aiden a quick nod, muttering under his breath, “Whatever.” He stepped forward and gave a small pat to Aiden on the shoulder. “I gotta go, bruv. I gotta get mentally prepped for this fuckin’ disaster of a dinner. I’ll shoot ya a message later, eh?”
Aiden smiled and gave an understanding nod as he held up his hand. After a few moments where he thought maybe Dickie wouldn’t take it, he did, the two sharing their usual handshake and bro hug before Dickie opened the door and left his apartment. Aiden’s phone buzzed yet again as his eyes shot down to reply.
Cultural misappropriation and Captain six pack.
“I have no bloody clue what is going on now…”
Aiden Reynolds. Australian Superstar. New kid on the block in Project: Honor and someone who has taken the world by storm with his good looks, intelligence and in-ring skill. He slowly shakes his head and a small smile flashes on his face.
“See, for the last few weeks, I have been dealing with this guilt. I’ve watched my best friend in Grand Champion Dickie Watson dealing with anger and frustration. Issues with the company. And then, I have watched most of the roster, and even management just...not understand. And, despite my personal feelings on Dickie maybe goin’ too far with his anger, you all need to realise where he’s comin’ from. See, imagine that you come into a brand new company, you prove your worth and win the top title in that company, only for the company to pop up and decide it wasn’t really the top title and they invent a new one for people to chase.”
“I can understand his frustration. But, because of his feelings towards it I’ve been largely silent about the upcoming Legacy championship match, the other competitors in it and my position in the company. And, even though I’m not in the habit of being arrogant….”
He pauses for a moment and looks around. Dickie isn’t there to correct him, or make a smart ass comment. He clears his throat and continues.
“Well, I think I’ve earned the right, eh? Undefeated in Project Honor, heading towards the Legacy Chamber match all guns blazin’. All these others staking claims and acting like they’re top shit, yet here I am, main eventing yet another show. Dickie and I will continue our tag dominance like we have in other companies AND here. And me? Well, I beat Contessa so bad she’s all but disappeared, I beat Pyro so bad, he’s gone to a different bloody show. And now here we are, getting ready to win another match in another main event on the first Proving Ground of the “new era” now that they have split the rosters…”
He rolls his eyes and laughs under his breath. Trying not to be snarky
“...and what did you expect? I mean ,so many others want to claim their names carry weight, like Warstein and Myojin. But me? I’ve just been turnin’ up and doing my job. I didn’t want to step on any toes, but now that time is up because Aiden ‘Goddamn, by-God’ Reynolds is about to be the biggest star this company has. I’m done trying to be the funny, humble Aussie. See, I felt bad for my friend and I didn’t want to seem like a typical arrogant prick. But, since that’s what it takes here...I think I’ll just cross that line, eh?”
“In fact, part of me wanted to give Dickie my spot. But, you know, in this business, you get what you earn. So since I earned my spot, and I earned my opportunity, I’m gonna take it with both hands. I’m going to run that bitch down all your throats.”
“See, I may be lighthearted most of the time. I might make a lot of you laugh and I take pride in not taking things as serious as others. But make no mistake, in between those ropes, when that bell rings, I am one of the best to do this. I’m strong, athletic, tough as nails, I mean, I come from a country where everything can kill you. I have the talent and drive to go far in this company. I’ve proved it with an undefeated record and an opportunity at this company’s top prize. And, of course. The main events…”
He pauses and shrugs before clearing his throat.
“So, this main event, Proving Ground Ten, or stylised as Proving Ground X...to be edgy. It’s an established tag team, a champion and a contender, versus a guy with a six pack and a briefcase and someone who is known for following Kimberly Chase around like a lost puppy dog who likes to sniff cracks. Now, I ain’t sayin Mark Hunter ain’t talented or that he should only be looked at as a walking set of abs. He has had great success. And Mark, mate, I like ya. You have a great attitude and work ethic. And your nickname, The Straight Shooter. Well, allow me to tell you anything you get from me will be just like that. I don’t mince words, I don’t blow smoke up people's asses, and truth be told I can see you as a threat to any champion in this company mate.”
“You are a handful and a challenge one on one for anyone on the roster. But this match, it ain’t one on one is it? So, while you’re walking around with that suitcase lookin’ like you’re top shit, you’re going into a match against a tag team that is not just two talented, but randomized individuals. And, just asking, but have ya looked in the case yet? Cause, many are speculating it could be a title match, or a contract with a higher payout, or...and this is just me...it could be a gift certificate for PF Chang’s.”
He pauses once more, his eyes glazing over.
“...fuck, now I want sweet and sour pork…”
Focus Aiden….He blinks a few times and snaps back to reality as his stomach grumbles.
“Regardless. You have a bright future, Marky Mark. But this Funky Bunch is getting ready to rain on your parade. Cause, despite any differences I have with Dimitri, or where we’re heading in life, I know for a fact, in that ring I would not have anyone else watching my back. Can you say that about your partner, mate? Talent can only take you so far in a match like this and I’m not saying you can’t win but...will you? With Ramesses watching your back, can you beat us, Mark? Many people would say no, and while I can tell you’re someone who wants to defy the odds, I can also tell you’re not fuckin’ dumb…”
“You know what is at stake, you know what can happen and deep down, in the pit of your perfect abs, you know you can’t trust Ramesses.”
“And, by the same token, can Mr. Cultural Misappropriation trust you? What have you got to gain in the match Mark? You win and you’d beat the Grand Champion and a contender for the Legacy Championship. That can make you go far but, you’d be giving a win to Ramesses too. Me and Dickie, we ride together, we die together, Bad boys for life, get it?”
“But, back to Ramesses. Serious question, mate: Why are you here?”
Aiden pauses as if waiting for an answer that won’t actually come, his arms fold over his chest as he lets out an arrogant little cough under his breath.
“Not in the company, in this match. See, I came into Project Honor in a main event but, that was for a reason. Dickie was here fighting the good fight, and he needed back up against Saint and Contessa. I seriously doubt Mark Hunter wanted you for the same reason, so again, how and why are you in this match and this main event?. It’s mind boggling to me that it was you placed here and not someone else. Someone who has issues with me, or Dickie. I mean, not exactly a short bloody list there.”
“But yet, here you are. In this match on the opposite side of the ring with a partner who I’m sure doesn’t trust you and whom you don’t trust either. And that, well to be completely fuckin honest it concerns me.”
“See, it concerns me because all we have to go off when it comes to you is your social media exploits and a few smaller appearances. And a name. And trust me mate, I could have a laugh questioning if there is a “Giza” in Tokyo I wasn’t aware of, but instead I’d rather take this a little more seriously. You’re an unknown. You’re a mystery aside from your stupidity in calling out Dickie and following Kimberly around like a beta male bitch.”
“So what can I say to get people to give a shit about this match? A match that will most likely be a fucking train wreck? Well. It is that it’ll be a train wreck. You got two known performers who are former tag champions and have taken over this company, with one guy doin’ alright for himself and an unknown on the other. One team can watch each other’s backs, trust each other and work like a damn well-oiled machine and the other side will be dysfunctional with one guy who hasn’t even had a goddamn match in the company.”
“Total...fucking...trainwreck…”
“That is what makes it interesting though boys. So I hope the world will enjoy watching The Commonwealth ride again. And watching you two implode.”
