Post by Tyrant Warstein on Feb 4, 2021 19:31:48 GMT -5
Chapter 8: 7 Deadly Sins
The sun crests over the horizon, as the birds chirp at the first light. Normally if this was any other morning I would still be asleep and the blinds firmly shut. Today however was different. The war that was waged against Indy and Myo had the predictable outcome that everyone knew was coming. I would usually wake up around mid morning to an empty bed as Atara usually wakes up before I do, but today as I said was different.
Atara and I are approaching the one year anniversary of our first date… well maybe date is the wrong word to use. The first time the two of us spent any time together without the prying eyes of everyone and anyone.
At that time I was still hiding behind the mask of Fuzz. A weapon I used to keep my true self hidden. Looking into her crystal blue eyes for the first time, the gate was lowered. Hearing her voice say, ‘I like this version better’, even after I said all of my deepest darkest secrets and every little bad thing I did, she didn’t run.
She never ran.
That day was the first day my family began. I had found someone to finally believe in me. Sure I was riding high, but I was one loss away from the needle being in my vein again. She kept it at bay then, and still does so to this day.
Have we had our ups and downs? Every relationship does. If it was easy then it wouldn’t be worth it. The time devoted to her would be wasted, and I feel that I’ve wasted nothing with her. Every second a blessing. Every day I see her is a gift. The warm embrace of her nestling up next to me in our bed, gives me a rare comfort that I pity people if they don’t have it themselves.
Fuck you, I’m a romantic at heart.
So here we are a few days away from that first night. Yes our first time together was Valentine’s Day. It’s just this Valentine’s Day I’m going to be preoccupied with The Crowning and War Games, so I have taken the liberty of setting up a very memorable day for my lady to make up for missing the actual day.
“You’re up early…” The raspy morning voice of my Grecian goddess rang as I sat up and dangled my feet over the edge of the bed.
“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of things to take care of before The Crowning.” I check over my shoulder as she sits up on the mattress. She holds the blanket over her chest and runs her hand through her hair. Before I knew it her chin was resting comfortably on my shoulder.
“Anything you need help with?”
“Not this early in the morning, I’m just working out for a bit to build up my stamina.” I lean my head against hers. “Just make sure you're ready for lunch today.”
“Yeah. I didn’t forget. You made it readily apparent that this lunch is special.” With a quick kiss on my cheek as she lays back down and pulls the covers up over her and tucks them under her chin. “Also, there’s nothing wrong with your stamina…” A quick side smile from me as I stand up and mattress.
“Always room for improvement.”
Several Hours Later
“So where are we going?” Atara questioned as we were driving down the near empty road through what seems to be a forest of some sort. Large trees lining both sides of the two lane road.
I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It had taken me this long to get to this point. All of the fights. The good times and the bad and everything in between.
“Don’t worry…” I couldn’t finish the sentence when there was a buzz on my phone. Atara grabs it from the center console and quickly dismisses the call. “Who was that?”
“A number you didn’t have saved, so if it’s important they will leave a voicemail.” She places her hand atop mine on the gear knob and looks out the window at the forest that is starting to clear. “Okay good, we are out of murder territory.”
“Come on. You think I’d kill you in the middle of the woods?” I smile quickly and laugh. “I’d have a Dexter style room set up for you.”
“Well isn’t that reassuring. You can just feel the love.” She gives me a quick eye roll as we continue down the road and approach a small town.
There’s absolutely nothing remarkable about the town other than there are a few shops lining the main strip, along with a gas station. I pull the car over next to one of the pumps. It’s an old school pump without a credit card reader.
“Sweetie, can you run inside and pay for the gas?” I asked as I pulled out my wallet and handed it to her. She drops her head for a second. “It’s either walk inside and pay, or pump the gas…”
She hops out of the car and heads inside the small building. I grab my phone and scroll through my missed calls. No voicemails. I contemplate calling the number back, but I decide to call Noah first. After a few rings he answers.
“Oi cunt…” The familiar Australian accent comes through the other side of the phone.
“You there?” I asked while leaning on the trunk of the car, watching Atara standing in line waiting to pay.
“Yeah. It’s definitely something.” I've known Noah for a while now and when he says that, it’s never a good thing.
“What do you mean?” Curiously I asked.
“You’ll see. She went above and beyond to say the least.” A slight laugh from Noah as he trails off.
“I’m sure of it. Are her sisters there yet?” As Atara reaches the front of the line I watch as she points out to the pump where I am. I give them a quick wave as Noah responds.
“Yeah. A few cousins too.” Clearly exasperated Noah takes a deep breath and continues. “I don’t think Osira likes me very much.”
“She’s like that with everyone. Did her dad come too?” He and I don’t necessarily see eye to eye on a lot of things, but the one thing we do agree on is that Atara is something special. Whether in the ring, cage, or in front of the camera.
“Nah. Osira said something I couldn’t understand, but she definitely didn’t look happy.”
“Fuck.” Well the one shining point is that Osira is there. If her dad and I don’t get along, Osira and I are like water and oil. No matter how much we try to stay cordial, it never lasts long. “Okay. Well we are like fifteen minutes away, just make sure everyone is in the back house okay?”
“Fair Dinkum cunt.”
Noah quickly hangs up as Atara comes walking out back towards the car. Quickly I place my phone in my pocket and open the gas tank to begin pumping the fuel. She leans against the trunk.
“So who were you talking to?”
“Noah.”
“Oh. Is everything okay?” She asked with a look of concern on her face.
“Yeah, he’s fine. Something about the Subaru acting up.” The look of concern on her face grows larger.
“Is the car okay?”
“Yeah. He didn’t realize that I had someone over to the house to change the oil and check everything. He ended up bashing a baseball bat across Thomas’ head. So I’ve got that bill to look forward to and now the car hasn’t been looked at.” The pump finishes and I place the nozzle back on the rack. “You ready?”
“Yup.” Atara responds quickly as we both get into the car and once again begin driving down the road. “So, you’ve got to tell me where we are going now.”
“Not yet, but we are almost there I promise.” Once again my phone buzzes in my pocket as I pull it out. “I’ve been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty… blah blah blah. Can you toss this in the glovebox…” I almost handed the phone over before quickly stopping myself. “Never mind, I’ll just put it in the center console.” Atara gives me a suspicious look but shakes it off
I flip open the center compartment and toss my phone inside and continue driving through the small town. We reach the end of the main city and are once again surrounded by trees on either side of the road. A small opening on the left side of the road, and without hesitation I turn the car onto the gravel driveway. A cloud of dust trails behind us in the rear view mirror. A large log cabin sits in the middle of an opening, and behind the home is another building. The car comes to a stop by the front doors.
“Oh… it’s Cabin In The Woods… where’s Hemsworth?” Atara said while opening the door.
“I can fully assure you he’s not here.” I said while getting out and popping the trunk. “I just figured we could use a few days alone before everything starts to pile up for the both of us.”
Atara smiles at me and raises her eyebrows quickly, when the front door of the house bursts open. Noah rushes outside.
“STEP-MUM!!!”Noah leaps into Atara’s arms, giving her a huge bear hug. “I haven’t seen you…”
“Since last week.” Atara says while trying to peel Noah’s arms off.
“Fair Dinkum, but now we are in a different setting.” He said while spinning and holding out a hand towards the log cabin. “Welcome to Camp Sick Cunt!”
“No.” I said while dragging a few suitcases out of the trunk. “We are not calling this Camp Sick Cunt. We are here to relax before The Crowning and to celebrate what we have accomplished this past year.”
“Well Camp Crystal Lake is trademarked.” Noah said with a huff. “Either way I need your help in the back house. I’m not getting any Wi-Fi back there.”
“Just no names. Take these inside and show Atty around. I’ll go check the Wi-Fi situation.” Noah grabs the cases from me and leads Atara into the home as I reach into the car and retrieve my phone. I notice several missed calls but pay them no attention as I open the glove box and retrieve a small sky blue box and place it in my pocket. Before long I begin my trek towards the back house.
A stone path covered in leaves leads to an almost identical building in the back. As I approach the door I hear a few people laughing and giggling as some very poppy music plays underneath them. As soon as I open the door, several eyes fall on me. With the ring leader holding out both her arms to display the room.
“Don’t cha just looooove it!?!?”
The bubbly personality of Sloane Taylor is palpable. You wouldn’t think that two people from complete opposite sides of the spectrum could be friends, but we are. She’s new to the wide world of professional wrestling but she’s as talented as they come, even if she doesn’t see it all the time.
“Oh….my….god…” Those were the only words I could fathom to explain what my eyes were seeing. The room was floor to ceiling PINK. Streamers, cotton candy machines whirring, balloons, table cloths, as far as the eye could see was dominated by one singular color. “Sloane…..”
“Shawn sorry I know you had a budget….”
“Yeah Sloane. This was supposed to be just a nice quiet gathering.” I said as I walked deeper into the room. “Where did you…”
“Noah.” Sloane interjected before I could finish. “Yeah he gave me the Legacy credit card and said go nuts. To live my wildest fantasy. Sooooooo here we are.”
“It’ll have to do.” I said while picking up a champagne flute filled with a pink liquid and taking a sip. A dour look comes across Sloane’s face.
“I guess I can take some of it down…” She hangs her head and begins to gather up several of the placemats.
“Don’t. I’m sorry Sloane. Thank you. You didn’t have to do all of this for me and I love it, and I’m sure Atty will too.” Sloane drops the mats and begins to clap wildly while jumping up and down.
“ATTY’S HERE!?!?”
Sloane rushes past me and bolts out the door towards the main house. A loud squealing is heard for a moment when someone clearing their throat makes their way into the main room.
“So what exactly am I doing here?”
I am met by the Grecian tones that are familiar to me, but they aren’t the ones I’m accustomed to hearing. It was the voice of Atara’s younger sister Osira.
You want to talk about two people who have a bad taste in their mouths for the other one. That would be Osira and myself. Ever since Atara and I started dating Osira seemingly made it her life’s mission to make my life a living hell. I believe it stems from us both wanting to protect and elevate Atara. However, in recent days we’ve been dare I say it…
Cordial.
“Well obviously it’s not just you champ. Where’s the rest of the Themis Squad.” I said with a smile as I turned around to a look that could melt iron.
“Seriously Shawn, why am I here? Why did you leave me with little miss rainbows and lollipops? Why was I here with that kid of yours who clearly has some Daddy issues…” She would’ve gone on forever if I didn’t stop her.
“You’re here because I felt it was necessary for all of us to put everything behind us and start to move forward.”
“That’s rich.” One massive eye roll later she carries on. “What do we have to move forward with? I don’t like you. You don’t like me. We both love my sister…”
“I’m very different ways.” I said with just a hint of my usual assholeishness.
“Obviously. We don’t have to get along. Just know if you hurt her…”
“Yeah O, I know. You’ll kill men and they will never find my body. Gotcha.” I give her a quick thumbs up. “You’ve said that over and over again. Message received. Just I need to ask you for a favor.”
“Uh, No.” I didn’t think I’d get any other answer from her but I pressed on.
“Can you just hear me out? I brought you all out here for a reason.” I pleaded with her. She took one look in my eyes and I hope that she sees that I’m serious. “Please just get your sisters and cousins, and meet me back here.”
“Fine Warstein. I’ll go get them but you only get five minutes before we go up there and see Atara.”
“That’s all I’ll need.” Osira walks into the back room and disappears for a few minutes.
You’re probably wondering right now what any of this has to do with The Crowning, allow me tell you. It has everything to do with The Crowning. Tonight in this room right here all of my friends and family will gather in celebration of Legacy. To show everyone that we are stronger now than we have ever been. To come together in a showing of solidarity. To show that when War Games come to pass and I am the last one standing I will once again stamp Project Honor as our own. When I am standing as the Tyrant, I’ll need my own King’s Court. Also, every King needs their Queen.
Osira returns from the back with her other two sisters in tow, along with a few of their cousins.
“Man y’all travel like a pack of wolves.” I said while trying to force a smile.“Must’ve cost me a fortune to get all of you here.”
“Just get to the point already Shawn.” Osira said while placing her hands on her hips. The vitriol in her voice was a nice touch on her end. My phone buzzes in my pocket once again, and again I ignore it.
“Listen. I’m being one hundred percent serious when I ask you guys this. So please just let it simmer for a second before you jump down my throat.”
Osira looks over towards her sisters and gives them a slight nod.
What I’m about to ask of them I already know their answer, but I wouldn’t feel right to do it any other way. As I take a deep breath the camera fades to black.
When you’re at the top of any company, or industry there will always be haters. They throw all of their shade at the top, not knowing you’re beyond the clouds and there is nothing to block the sunshine. For example, if I walked on water, people would say it’s only because I can’t swim. Everyone will try to find something, some way to drag anyone they deem a threat. Now let’s all be brutally honest for just one second here. Let’s step back and have all of you put your rocks down. You don’t want to be shattering those glass houses you're living in. I’m going to put a pause on all of your thoughts, actions and reality, for just one second.
I Am Not A Nice Guy.
If given the chance I would bash each and everyone of your heads in with a lead pipe, and not even bat an eyelash. Although I know that all of you feel exactly the same way….
Or at least you think you have the ability to do so.
That’s where the major difference is between all of us, while most of you talk about being the big bad wolf and you’re going to take the mantle for yourself and it doesn’t matter who stands across from you, so long as you’re the last one standing. Talking the big game and believing in your heart of hearts that you have what it takes. Then poof reality sets in. You’re all just sheep in wolves clothing. I know Cliche is Cliche, but it is so very appropriate.
We all know who the one true big bad wolf is in this match. We all know who everyone is going to look at as the biggest threat. And that right there is the sign of the true big bad wolf. Just make sure you’re not left alone. Just make sure you're confident in your own words and actions, because then and only then will you be absolved of all of your sins before the high and mighty.
Who just so happens to be myself in this case. Talk about a segway. We all know that there are seven deadly sins right? It just so happens that each and everyone of you fall into a particular one right?
Let’s take WRATH for starters. Now which two of you assholes fit this description. I mean there are so many of you out there but this one clearly has the ear markings for Ozy and Pyro. I’ll start with you Ozy because well why wouldn’t I? Everyone seems to have put you on this fucking pedestal of being someone who can’t be beaten. Someone that we should all be afraid of but the last time I checked everyone has their attention on me. This is mine for the losing. If you even think for one second that I’m going to lose tk a fucking guy with a glorified easy bake oven on his face then you’re sadly mistaken. I know that you’ve won plenty of titles elsewhere. I’m also aware that you seem to believe that for some reason you are the bane of humanity, that you are destined to bring the world into a much darker future. Well here’s a little something for you to know…. I don’t give a fuck about future, all I care about is the right here and now. And now you’re standing in my fucking way. You want to break my back? Break my will? See if I’ll fall under the pressure? Bitch my entire existence has been based on pressure. That’s why I’m a fucking diamond and you’re a cubic zirconia. You can talk about a dark future and how you’re the messenger of The End… well I guess I’m just here to kill the messenger. God damn y’all are going to get me to reach my yearly cliche limit in just this one match.
So then there is also Pyro. The guy who looks like he wandered into a cave filled with bears and didn’t realize it until it was too late. Only thankfully for him they weren’t starving, instead they had their way with him… in a completely biblical way. All that hair matting isn’t what we all think it is, but I guess that’s why he’s so intrigued with fire huh? That’s the only way for him to stop the nightly rituals of the cave dwelling bears. Waving that fire in their faces and they back off. Well congrats on making it out alive. I know that’s not true at all, but it could be a metaphor for traveling from orphanage to orphanage. That’s probably the real reason right? Not even your parents bothered to run from the fire that took them from you. You think it was because they knew that you were going to be such a colossal failure that they even knew they couldn’t deal with it or stop the inevitable? Watching their son fail over and over and over again? It’s a damn shame too, I had more hopes for you. Creepy twitter pictures aside I thought you were honestly going to actually do something worthwhile…. even I can be wrong I guess.
So I want the both of you to know no matter what you think of me, or how you're going to take me out, only one of you will know what it feels like to stand in the ring with me. Ozy please come at me with everything you’ve got. Please stand toe to toe with me. I don’t need you backing down like the coward I am now calling you. And Pyro I don’t expect to see you in the final two, so maybe better luck next time…. I guess.
Keeping the wheels one the ground and moving right along. Next is Lust. I mean this in the most respect I can, as a man who has been in love a few times, I’ve been in lust more times than I care to imagine. When you have someone like Kasey who is being chased by people with drip…. and I don’t mean that in terms of clothing. I mean that in the respect that he has the clap. Yet you constantly deny him, and that’s a good thing. However you constantly provoke him and most of Twitter with your scantily clad clothing choices invite them. It’s not actual lust you’re looking for, it’s the thought that people are hammering their little puds to a picture of you. That’s what really gets you off. I mean with your actual career failing, you need something to feel good about, yeah? I’m sorry but you are not the one who is going to walk out of this with any kind of accolade, other than the fans thinking to themselves…. “Yeah she was there….. I think.”. Yet you’re not alone on the list train are you Kasey?
Kayla.... oof. I take one look at you and boy do you need to see a fucking therapist. It’s hard being the second fiddle to someone who is clearly leaps and bounds better than you in every way imaginable. It must eat you alive knowing that when people look at you, they always bring up her name… I won’t do that. Why? Well simply put, it’s your motivating factor. Why would I want to invoke the one thing that would give you any semblance of drive? It’s not men that you are lusting over, no, it's to finally become the marquee name in your own family. That’s why you’re willing to do anything to win. Lying, cheating and everything in between, yet all that is doing is making people think… “Maybe her sister is better, you know not cheating so blatantly to win.”, but hey I get it. You’ve got to do everything in your power to get ahead in this industry. It’s okay I’ll kill your dream right here and now. I’ll absolve you of all of your sins, it’s not like either of you two are walking into the final two.
Let’s move right along to GLUTTONY. The want and desire for more and more, until your own body gives out. Well that’s all of us in this business isn’t it? We all want more. We all crave more. It’s just that some of us already have full plates. Take me for example. I already hold two titles but I want that designation of Tyrant. And I’ll go through everyone if I have to.
Like you Emmanuel. Just couldn’t let the world bow to your feet huh? Just had to strive to be different. Had to break away from the conventions society had gifted you. Walking away from scholarships, from the American dream, and for what? You can say pride. You can say passion, but deep down we all know what it is. There was this empty void that people like you have. Imagine this, you have a glass filled with water. Yet over time the glass gets bigger as you age, but the amount of water stays the same. Sure your picturesque life was good enough to satiate your thirst, but now you need more and more to fill that glass. Then when you decided to strike out on your own you realized quickly that it doesn’t matter how hungry you are for this, you need that motivation. You need something to strive for. Something to fulfill that emptiness you’re constantly feeling. For all the time you had the silver spoon in your mouth… you never truly learned to eat.
There are more ways than one to be gluttonous. Isn’t that right Kagome? Again we all strive for more. We all want the next big thing in our lives, however you had it nice. You were the reason for your friend’s company staying in the black for as long as it did. You stood there and looked him in the face and said… This isn’t enough. Your hunger drove you to branch out and scour the world for anyone that would allow you a simple bite at the apple. Little did you know that soon your greed would parlay into others that were around you. All you ever wanted was a simple life. One free of distraction, yet always yearning for those bright lights. You couldn’t be content with where you were and your gluttonous ways have led you right to me…
Let’s slow the pace down for a second and talk about SLOTH. That’s where all of us have been at one point or another. Just trudging along without a care. Sliding by with the hopes that people around us will carry us to the promised land. Isn’t that right Kallie? You think that being around Reynolds will carry you to the top, as if you have something to bring to the table other than youth and ignorance. Looking at you what is there to say other than you are nothing. That’s it. That’s the point. Your friendship with him will only take you so far. You’ve yet to realize this and it’s a shame really. While he’s Main Eventing the evening you’re sitting here in this match…. I mean I can say the same thing, but there’s a major difference… I don’t miss shows. I don’t ask not to be added to a show because of other commitments. I show up week in and week out and show the entire industry, fuck that, the entire world that I’m better than everyone. Losses or not, there isn’t a single fucking person that can match me when I’m properly prepared for something. You on the other hand leave much to be desired. Shame really, with all that talent surrounding you, you’d think you would be better off.
I didn’t forget about you Slayer. After all you are so very forgettable. I took one minuscule glance at your record and thought to myself… “Should I really waste my time and energy on them?” Yet I’ve always lived my life with the same motto… Everyone is a threat. I don’t take chances with the unknown. The main goal in everything is to take out the threats before they become a threat. So while the rest of you are moving at a sloth’s pace, I’m already onto the next thing.
Why is that? Simply because I can, and also because of the GREED that I see in almost everyone that I come across. They all have these delusions of grandeur, and what have they done to prove themselves? What have you done Victoria? What have you shown since you’ve decided to throw yourself into my vision? Nothing. You want to be known as the baddest Strader of them all… Congrats, you want to be the tallest midget. The smartest kindergartner. The valedictorian of a technical college. Your own greed for what you want will be your downfall. I know it’s not like I’m breaking new ground here, we all know that the Strader’s can’t get over themselves. I mean you call yourself Queen Vee already, but you’ve done nothing to actually garner that title. You live off of your family’s name and want to show everyone that you are more than that. You want them to see you as the dominant Strader, well newsflash, there is no such thing as the Dominant Strader. Your entire bloodline is weak. Which is why when you get even a second of notoriety you crave more. You demand more. It’s just you’ll always be deemed lesser… to the world as a whole.
And what is greed without someone like Blaire, huh? Look at this garbage human. Had the world at their fingertips only to throw it away for a life of partying and trying to find the easy way to the top. If that isn’t someone oozing with greed I don’t know what it really is. Hoping to get that fast pass to the front of the line, bypassing anyone without a care in the world. A true mark of someone who doesn’t really know what they’ve gotten into. I’ve spent nearly two decades in this business. I’ve watched people with so much promise just fade away quicker than you could realize, only to crawl back when they were broken. They all did the same thing you are doing right now. Searching high and low for the next big thing. The next hit. The way out. I’ll do you a solid there Blaire… I’ll end this quicker than you can imagine. I’ll give you your easy way out. I’ll make sure that no one ever thinks about you and your wasted potential ever again. You’ll just be another notch in my belt. I’m going to show you that there are no easy ways out when you step into the ring with me. Feel free to find your next fix somewhere else… Might I suggest interpretative dance classes? That might be more your speed.
Where would we all be if not for our PRIDE? It’s the one thing that no one can take from us, but if you allow it to grow too large then the only thing you’re left with is a broken human when their pride gets shattered. Right BRUCE? That’s what you are fighting for? Your pride? Of your country, your family, your friends, and your own ego? You and I have never met in the middle of the ring, but we have crossed paths one other time, in Splat. I’ll tell you the same thing I said to Atty then and it still holds true to today. You’re nothing special. The only thing about you that is remarkable is that you’ve decided to show up here. Other than that you mean absolutely nothing to me. Sure we have a few talks on Twitter, but what you’re going to see come the Crowning, isn’t Twitter Shawn. It’s not, I’ve had a few so I’ll be nice Shawn. No what you and everyone else is going to get is, the Shawn who will not allow himself to lose. The Shawn who can’t take down titans without batting an eye. You can all thank Myo for unleashing this side of me. No more jokes. No more playing around for a few laughs.
Speaking of laughingstocks… JULIUS How does it feel going from Dark Match to Semi Main Event? Along with your shitty show of The F Word, your ego and pride must be skyrocketing. To have your face plastered all over the mother fucking place must make you feel really good. Knowing that you have gone from an afterthought…. to well an even bigger afterthought now. It’s just on a grander scale this time. No one takes you seriously. No one thinks of you as a threat… well except for me, as everyone is a threat no matter how little they… well matter. I honestly don’t think you can see the forest through the trees. Just another mindless drone, following the masses. Good luck. Of everyone in this match… you’re going to need it.
I promise all of you that we are getting to the end. I know that I love to hear myself talk, and boy can I talk, but this match is just full of some of the most envious people.
SEGWAY!
I took one look at everyone in this match and noticed that they are all filled with ENVY. They are all jealous of what other people have. Jealous of the notoriety that some people, mainly myself, have. Right Mr. HUNTER? Of everyone in this company not named Dickie, you seem to tell the loudest when you get overlooked. Some people placed you on a pedestal before you even walked in the doors. So much so that you won the “Up Next” award. That right there was the beginning of the end for you. Now you’ve got something to live up to and now you’re seeing that the climb is more treacherous than once believed. Now that you have “earned” something, anytime someone gets a bit of praise, it begins to fester under your skin. It makes your blood boil. I’m going to give you a quick lesson in this business… no one gives you anything. You have to go out there and take it. Much like myself. Did I let my loss to Elena deter me? Nope. I got up, brushed myself off and moved right onto..
INDY! I know right? How could you possibly fall into the envy category? Well I had to place you somewhere, and seeing as how you fit several of the sins, this one seemed fitting. You, walking around with a title. Me walking around with a title. You being on the Elite Five. Me being ahead of you. You, coming in like a bat out of hell. Me overshadowing you almost immediately. There’s a ton for you to be envious of when it comes to me, however there is just one thing that sticks out. Only one of us has a pin fall victory over the other. Have any guesses of who that is? Do I really need to go over it again? You say that you're better than everyone. Well Maury has determined that is a lie. Now I know you can say, “It was just one night”, blah blah blah. Facts don’t care about your feelings. You were riding high off of “beating” Dickie and the very next week you pissed down your own leg. You found out first hand that when I say I’m going to do something… I fucking do it. So let’s lay out all the facts out there for everyone who doesn't understand what is going on right now. I’m a dual champion. I’m the one who brought this company it’s notoriety and out of the tiny bubble it was in and made it something bigger than even they could imagine. As I’ve said on numerous occasions…. You Can’t Keep Up!
And that my friends is where we finally reach the end…. Hold up...I’m missing someone.
JASON!!!! That’s right, I only forgot about you because out of everyone you fit the bill for all of the sins. Where do I even begin with you? Do I take the low hanging fruit and talk about how surly you’re going to overcompensate your own pride and vanity? Talking up yourself so much that it’s going to border on self fellatio. Or How you’re just waiting for the time to strike and slow play it like a sloth? This way when you win you can say it was a cunning display of your supreme intelligence. Or will you continue this brash arrogance and suffer from greed? You already call yourself the King of Wrestling…. talk about plagiarism… ever heard of King of Fighters? Seems pretty suspicious to me. Or how your own envy pops up on a more consistent basis than anyone else? Like how many times are you going to put a fucking poll on twitter to try to prove a point? You realize that the only people vote on those are either people that A) are fans of yours or B) want to watch you get your fucking face caved in. I’m not going to lie, I definitely fall into the second category. And I’m sure you’ve accrued plenty of titles over the years and you just want more… there’s gluttony. Wrath? Hmm… does getting kicked off of twitter and already having a second account count as wrath? Like “I’m the herpes of twitter, you’re stuck with me forever”, count? Yeah that’s the route I’m going with that one. Your envy is obvious isn’t it? I don’t think I need to go any further than that. Yet the biggest one of them all, and the lowest hanging fruit…. yous a thirty boi ain’t you? You claim to have ladies all over the globe craving you. Now that’s cool and all but what is the underlying reason? Did mommy and daddy not love you enough? Did your camp counselor love you too much? Did you get cheated on in High School by the only cum dumpster that would allow your shriveled little dick inside? You see when people look at you, they don’t see what you see. You see yourself as God’s Gift to the world, but what they see is a scared little boy, who is afraid to deal with some deep rooted psychological issues and someone who truly needs help.
I pity you.
And to steal from a colleague of mine, when it comes to this match it’s….
ALL EYES ON ME.
If you don’t think for a second that I’m going to be the one that each and everyone of you focus on, then you're wrong. This isn’t the first time I’ve had the deck stacked against me, and it damn well won’t be the last. Do you want to know the real secret? This is mine to lose. Whether someone from Fallout gets one over on me, or someone from Proving Ground does it, absolutely nothing changes. You’re all still going to be looking at me. If I fall, it’s not going to be about how you triumphed over great odds, it’s going to be…
“Where did Shawn go wrong.”
We all know that this is going to be one hell of a fight, but only one person can survive to the end. Only one person will be called the Tyrant of Project Honor. Only one person is fit for that designation. And let me tell you this… I said it best before the full match was even fully known….
So far this evening is going well. Atara was pleasantly surprised when I eventually led her to the back house where everyone was waiting for her. Despite my thoughts Atara was perfectly okay with the over abundance of the color pink. Her sisters were mingling with the members of Legacy. Sebastian was floating around, while Noah took up DJ’ing for the evening.
Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful evening, just as I had planned, even though the hardest part of the evening was just around the corner. See Noah playing DJ wasn’t by chance. Her family being here wasn’t by chance. Even Sloane being here wasn’t by chance. I don’t take chances. Everything was set up perfectly.
I walked up behind Atara and grabbed her by the hand, spinning her around to meet me face to face. The smile that brings light to my day was wide.
“Well hello there…” She said in a sultry tone. “Fancy seeing you here.”
I pull her close and lead us towards the middle of the room. Noah noticed us and stops the music abruptly as everyone looks towards the two of us.
“Atty. There’s something I need to tell you about tonight.” My hands are shaking as I reach into my pocket and grab a hold of the small box. She’s not stupid she has to know what is happening. “It’s been one year… ish, since you’ve come into my life.”
The fucking annoying buzz of my phone breaks my concentration. In a fit I pull the phone out and answer it.
“Listen… I’m in the middle of something. If you don’t stop fucking calling me….” There was someone on the other side of the phone that made me stop dead in my tracks. I can feel the color fading from my skin. As the news finally reaches me I only have one response.“No…..no.”
“Shawn what is it…” A look of concern has come across Atara’s face, but she’s still not sure if this is a prank or not.
I fall to the ground on my knees.
The phone slides helplessly to the ground.
As Atara leans down.
Noah misreads the cue.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Glitter cannons fire all around us. Showering everyone with little speckles that won’t come off for months. I look up towards Atara as she looks down upon me. Tears begin rolling down my cheeks.
“I’ve…” I struggle to get the words out.
“It’s….” I can’t compose my own thoughts.
“I’ve got to go…” I use Atara to pull myself up. “It’s my mom…”
“Sweetie….” Atara tries getting me to talk to calm me down.
“I’m sorry…” With that I turn around and begin to head towards the door as I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m coming with.” It brings a smile to my face even if for only a moment.
“No. I’m sorry dear, not this time. I’ll be back soon.” I lean in and give Atara a kiss and hug her tightly. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
With my mind racing a million miles an hour I wasn’t about to hang around. Even if it meant hurting the one I love. I rushed out towards the car and up the driveway, frantically reaching into my pocket for my keys. In the rush I hadn’t noticed that something was missing. I jumped into the car and pulled away. As the taillights fade into the distance the camera pans down to the sky blue box sitting in the middle of the driveway. A female hand picks the box up off of the ground as the camera fades to black.
