Post by Aiden Reynolds on Mar 10, 2021 23:23:11 GMT -5
Trust
People give away trust too easily. You meet people and you get a first impression; based on that, you can sometimes hand trust over to them like it’s nothing. But the truth is...it’s one of the most important things you have.
And it is a gift that anyone you give it to should appreciate.
When that is broken, when the pieces lie scattered on the floor, it takes a long time to put it all back together. But it can be done, it can be repaired and held up for the world to see.
But be careful with it, respect it.
Because you break trust one too many times, and there is no fixing it. There is no earning it or giving it. Failing to trust someone else causes them to distrust you….
And that is the cycle that needs to be broken.
I’m Trying
Early 2019
It was interesting meeting everyone at Wolfslair, working with them, watching them move and learning from one another. In theory, it was something Aiden Reynolds had always wanted. A team. A group of people who helped each other in aid of getting better themselves. And the last few weeks had helped...but...Aiden was holding back. When the gym was getting ready to close for the night, some would go out for meals together, maybe even a few drinks. They would always invite him, of course. But he believed it was out of some kind of polite courtesy. He would decline, instead choosing to go back to his one-bedroom apartment, heat some food, and binge-watch Netflix.
It was a solitary existence. But one that Aiden preferred.
He wasn’t always this way. Aiden used to be the most outgoing person you could meet. He would flick through his cellphone, across his Instagram, and smile. He would see pictures of himself with friends and family. A beer in hand, making goofy faces. They were better times. And for a split second, he would crave that again. The human interaction and comfort. That is until he would come across a picture of his old tag team partner. His mind would flashback to that day when he realized a guy he had been up and down the roads with, someone he had bled buckets of blood with, had betrayed him.
His heart would sink to his stomach and the feeling he had wanted that back again would disappear. So that’s where we are now. Aiden sitting in his apartment, a bowl of tuna and rice in his hand as his eyes focused on the next episode of The Office.
He was alone, he was working hard. That’s all that mattered right?
Knock knock.
He turned his head towards his door, looking up at the clock. Who would be visiting him at 7:30 at night?. He pushed to his feet and left the bowl on the table before opening the door. Standing right there was Alex Jones. Aiden raised an eyebrow surprised to see the owner and head trainer of Wolfslair. He stepped back and said nothing. Instead, Alex laughed to himself and shook his head. “Hey kid, got a minute?”
“Uh yeah, sure, come in, mate.” Aiden turned to the side, letting Alex in, closed the door behind him and moved back to the couch. He reached down, picking up his meal. “Have a seat mate, I know it ain’t much…” He looked around, there were clothes on the back of the couch, pizza boxes he hadn’t taken out. Energy drink cans and used empty tubs of protein powder. Fuck! Aiden thought to himself Way to make an impression.
For his part, Alex simply laughed and took off his jacket as he sat down. He leaned forward and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about it, kid, we all started somewhere.”
Aiden gave nothing more than a small nod of understanding before popping another forkful of food in his mouth. Alex cleared his throat and looked around. Aiden turned to him and smirked. “Can I get ya a drink, mate?”
Alex shook his head and sighed. “No thanks, kid. I’m just here to ask how you’re feeling? Enjoying training? Getting to know everyone?”
He had no idea how to answer the question. Despite outward appearances and how he sometimes acted, Aiden Reynolds was not stupid. And he could feel the hidden agenda behind the question. He finished his meal and placed the bowl back down on the small glass coffee table in front of him before sitting back trying to act natural and casual. “I’m enjoying it, mate. The others are helpful, we all work hard; it’s no wonder success is coming, eh? Hopefully, I can get my own, ya know?” He slowly nodded, not trying to convince anyone but himself.
Alex gave a small hum of understanding and leaned on his knees clasping his hands together. “You don’t seem happy. You come in the gym, you work hard, you help others and they help you, but...deep down, Aiden you’re not….having any fun.”
Fun.
He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I ain’t here to have fun, mate. I ain’t here to make friends. I’m here to train and get better.”
He slumped down into the couch further. Alex shook his head again and reached up running his hands through his long black hair getting a little frustrated. “Do you remember what I told you?” Aiden looked over, an eyebrow raised as he wondered what Alex was talking about. “I told you, Wolfslair was more than just a gym. It was more than just somewhere to collect talented individuals.” Aiden looked away, knowing where this was going. Then Alex said it. “It’s a family.”
The word made him angry. Aiden's blood boiled. Family. What a joke. His mind flashed to Japan, he and his partner. They were like brothers. But since, then he couldn’t bring himself to even say his name. To use what he did there as a way to get work...Aiden took a long, deep breath and tried to calm himself before answering. “Look, I appreciate what you’re tryin’ to do Alex. But, I’m not interested in family. I’m not interested in being best friends with you, or Austin, or Alicia, or anyone else.” He paused for a moment and laughed under his breath getting to his feet. “I’m just here to be better, and make people around me better."
Alex got to his feet and moved around in front of Aiden, the two men face to face as Alex shook his head and locked eyes with him. “I thought after a few weeks you’d see what this was about. Kid, you have talent, an amazing amount of it, but closing yourself off? You’re denying who you are, an-”
Aiden snapped. “How would ya know who I am Alex? Huh? Ya met me for twenty minutes, saw I was athletic and wanted me to help train ya monkeys.”
He was upset. It was obvious. Alex shook his head again and reached out tapping Aiden on the shoulder. “That isn’t it at all. I hope you figure it out Aiden, I do. I hope you give us a chance, cause you need it. Look, I’m not going to force you, but try and be one of us...I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.” Alex turned and grabbed his jacket heading to the door.
As it closed, Aiden sighed heavily and put his hands on his head. “I’m fuckin tryin’.”
Indiana Jones and MarKHUNTer
“You all have to check out what I have to deal with.”
The voice of Dickie Watson breaks the silence as we fade in. It seems to be cell phone footage as the phone moves down a hallway, Dickie stops at a door and slowly pushes it open. We find Aiden Reynolds sitting at his laptop, furiously typing. Dickie clears his throat.
“So, uh, whatcha doin, bruv?”
Aiden, deep in thought, laughs to himself and finishes the next sentence.
“What does it look like mate? I’m ahead of the curve. The way of the future!”
“Yeah but, like, what are you doing?”
“I’m blogging my promo…”
There is a chuckle, Dickie then suddenly stops and holds it in.
“Why are you doing that?”
Aiden suddenly turns and gets to his feet, his eyes wide with pure excitement as his arms flail around.
“Think about it mate, Blog posting promos. It’s the way of the future, it’s genius. It’s incredible. It’s not boring or redundant at all, eh! And then people can see I have mastered the bloody power of th written wor-...
?”
There is another chuckle.
“Oi come here, ya little shit!”
There is a struggle, Aiden tries to grab the phone and suddenly there is blurred vision, laughter is heard as Dickie drops the phone near Aiden’s laptop where we see the words he was typing.
All work and no play makes Aiden a dull boy times 100
MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MIX
There is a thud and the phone gets shut off. An undetermined amount of time later the screen flickers back on again, it’s Aiden standing in front of his laptop, a small bruise under his right eye as he smirks and shakes his head.
“Aye sorry, about that ladies and gentleman, it seems as if Dickie the Dropbear has decided to be a little cunt today.”
“OI U WOT M8?! FIGHT ME OUTSIDE, I’LL PUNCH YA MUM!!!!”
“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CULTURAL MISAPPROPRIATION?! YA DON’T SEE ME EATIN’ CRUMPETS AND DRINKIN’ TEA YA FLOGGY CU-”
Aiden stops and swallows hard looking back at the laptop realizing he should be taking this seriously. After all, serious is the way of the future - he’s not just a joke monkey, ya know.
“So, last time you all saw me I went toe to toe with that big meat magnet Ozymandias. He gave me a bit of a beating and I ain’t gonna sit here and no-sell it like Jason Long no sells good taste and how relationships work. Ozy, you’re a tough bloke, eh? And I am happy as hell I was able to get the win, cause I was able to bounce back after what happened in the Legacy Chamber. And after all that all I got to say is...”
“I’m back bitches…”
“But after I was able to beat Ozy, and watch him almost kill that poor referee, and after I threw away the paper plate I was using as a mask - sorry lads, Ozzie-man-dius is dead for now - I watched as my boy Dickie lost his Grand Championship.”
“Sore spot, ya cunt.”
Aiden looks to the side of the laptop where Dickie must be standing. He raises an eyebrow and gives a small shrug.
“Dickie lost his title. And ya know, I feel bad for him. See Dickie made that title what it is today. The entire reason why Mark Hunter wanted it. See, a company and a title is only as strong as its first champion. And Dickie hit the ground runnin’ and made the Grand Championship a top prize and a crown jewel. Now, Elena is tryin’ to do the same thing with the Legacy. But, it concerns me a little bit that right now, the guy holding the Grand Championship, is a loudmouth lil shithead who says outlandish shit and was only able to win by cheating. Yeah, I’m talking to you Mark Hunter. Mr. “
.” Yeah, I remember what you said before our tag match. And ya know, originally I was feeling bad cause you got saddled with a dead fish partner. But after hearing what you had to say and seeing your actions. Well...”
“Fuck you mate.”
“You want to sit there and run your mouth about how you deserved to be in the Legacy Chamber? Why? How? I mean, sur,e maybe you should have been there instead of the other two quittin bitches, but me? You deserved to be there more than ME? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You got lucky in the Purge Match, you lost to me and Dickie in a tag match and then the only way you were able to beat Dickie is by cheating…”
“And you think you’re the be all and end all?”
“You’re unoriginal, you’re a dick and you decide to flip flop personalities like certain others do. And why? Because you have a chip on your shoulder? Join the club, mate. I have to put up with dumb cunts like you telling me every single week that I’m “ridin’” Dickie’s coattails. The same thing, over and over again, I might as well have “Dickie’s Bitch” tattooed as a tramp stamp on my lower back.”
“Well, I mean.”
“Shut up!”
Aiden points a finger at Dickie who just laughs again and walks around to the other side of the laptop. Aiden shakes his head and mutters Asshole.
“What pains me, Mark, is seeing you hold that Grand Championship. Cause while Dickie did his best to make that title matter, there is one of two things that will happen with you holdin’ it. Either A, you’re going to lose it real fast and be a transitional champion, cause lets face it, your track record sucks. Or B, you’re going to cheat to hold onto it and devalue the Grand championship like Greece’s GDP…”
He looks over at Dickie as if waiting for a laugh, he tilts his head as there is nothing. Aiden growls and shakes his head.
“Fine, but I regret laughin at ya MSG joke.”
He grabs a can of Rockstar downing it before letting out a burp and continuing. Somewhere in the background, you can just hear Dickie cringe.
“So, we now have a Grand Champion who runs his mouth, can’t back it up and cheats to win. Fan-titty-tastic. But, hey at least I get to look forward to facin’ a cinematic legend. I mean, I’m talkin about someone who went to the Temple of Doom, who raided the Lost Ark, he was even part of the Last Crusade and found the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull!”
“Uh...Aiden...mate...a word…”
“I’m on a roll, mate. What?”
He steps forward, there seems to be some whispering and talking, some surprised noises from Aiden and suddenly, he yells.
“WHATYA MEAN HE ISN’T INDIANA JONES?”
Aiden shuffles back into the screen, looking defeated and sad. He takes a long sigh and shakes his head.
“Upon new information, it appears as if my dream ain’t comin true. And Mark Hunter’s partner is Indy Darling and not Indiana Jones. Which is kinda sad to be honest. But at the same time, I like Indy, I respect Indy. See he’s done great things as the X-Factor Champion. Indy even beat Dickie in the triple threat match. But he seems to be goin through some issues. I mean I made a small comment on twitter about not knowing where I should go, and maybe I should try and earn a X Factor title shot. Earn it, not ask for, not demand, earn it. And Indy bloody snapped at me like I just tried to steal his fuckin lunch money.”
“Mate, you’re a second generation wrestler, you know how all this works yeah?”
“I’m not tryin to disrespect ya or piss you off. Cause as I said, I do like you. I think you’re impressive as all hell. Shit, I saw your title defence against Blair and it had me on my feet clapping and cheering watching backstage at the monitors. I have all the respect in the world for you and what you represent. But, you gotta realise and know that Dickie and I are out for revenge, and if that means beating you down along with Mark then, well, so be it.”
“It ain’t personal, brother.”
Aiden shrugs and smiles.
“This match is to remind everyone of how goddamn amazing Dickie is, and also how deadly I am. See, people shouldn’t be using the tired line of me ridin on Dickie’s coattails or using him to get ahead. What Dickie and I have is like a brotherhood. He succeeds, I succeed, I succeed, he succeeds. This isn’t about someone using someone else. He and I are a team, and more than that...we’re family
People give away trust too easily. You meet people and you get a first impression; based on that, you can sometimes hand trust over to them like it’s nothing. But the truth is...it’s one of the most important things you have.
And it is a gift that anyone you give it to should appreciate.
When that is broken, when the pieces lie scattered on the floor, it takes a long time to put it all back together. But it can be done, it can be repaired and held up for the world to see.
But be careful with it, respect it.
Because you break trust one too many times, and there is no fixing it. There is no earning it or giving it. Failing to trust someone else causes them to distrust you….
And that is the cycle that needs to be broken.
I’m Trying
Early 2019
It was interesting meeting everyone at Wolfslair, working with them, watching them move and learning from one another. In theory, it was something Aiden Reynolds had always wanted. A team. A group of people who helped each other in aid of getting better themselves. And the last few weeks had helped...but...Aiden was holding back. When the gym was getting ready to close for the night, some would go out for meals together, maybe even a few drinks. They would always invite him, of course. But he believed it was out of some kind of polite courtesy. He would decline, instead choosing to go back to his one-bedroom apartment, heat some food, and binge-watch Netflix.
It was a solitary existence. But one that Aiden preferred.
He wasn’t always this way. Aiden used to be the most outgoing person you could meet. He would flick through his cellphone, across his Instagram, and smile. He would see pictures of himself with friends and family. A beer in hand, making goofy faces. They were better times. And for a split second, he would crave that again. The human interaction and comfort. That is until he would come across a picture of his old tag team partner. His mind would flashback to that day when he realized a guy he had been up and down the roads with, someone he had bled buckets of blood with, had betrayed him.
His heart would sink to his stomach and the feeling he had wanted that back again would disappear. So that’s where we are now. Aiden sitting in his apartment, a bowl of tuna and rice in his hand as his eyes focused on the next episode of The Office.
He was alone, he was working hard. That’s all that mattered right?
Knock knock.
He turned his head towards his door, looking up at the clock. Who would be visiting him at 7:30 at night?. He pushed to his feet and left the bowl on the table before opening the door. Standing right there was Alex Jones. Aiden raised an eyebrow surprised to see the owner and head trainer of Wolfslair. He stepped back and said nothing. Instead, Alex laughed to himself and shook his head. “Hey kid, got a minute?”
“Uh yeah, sure, come in, mate.” Aiden turned to the side, letting Alex in, closed the door behind him and moved back to the couch. He reached down, picking up his meal. “Have a seat mate, I know it ain’t much…” He looked around, there were clothes on the back of the couch, pizza boxes he hadn’t taken out. Energy drink cans and used empty tubs of protein powder. Fuck! Aiden thought to himself Way to make an impression.
For his part, Alex simply laughed and took off his jacket as he sat down. He leaned forward and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about it, kid, we all started somewhere.”
Aiden gave nothing more than a small nod of understanding before popping another forkful of food in his mouth. Alex cleared his throat and looked around. Aiden turned to him and smirked. “Can I get ya a drink, mate?”
Alex shook his head and sighed. “No thanks, kid. I’m just here to ask how you’re feeling? Enjoying training? Getting to know everyone?”
He had no idea how to answer the question. Despite outward appearances and how he sometimes acted, Aiden Reynolds was not stupid. And he could feel the hidden agenda behind the question. He finished his meal and placed the bowl back down on the small glass coffee table in front of him before sitting back trying to act natural and casual. “I’m enjoying it, mate. The others are helpful, we all work hard; it’s no wonder success is coming, eh? Hopefully, I can get my own, ya know?” He slowly nodded, not trying to convince anyone but himself.
Alex gave a small hum of understanding and leaned on his knees clasping his hands together. “You don’t seem happy. You come in the gym, you work hard, you help others and they help you, but...deep down, Aiden you’re not….having any fun.”
Fun.
He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I ain’t here to have fun, mate. I ain’t here to make friends. I’m here to train and get better.”
He slumped down into the couch further. Alex shook his head again and reached up running his hands through his long black hair getting a little frustrated. “Do you remember what I told you?” Aiden looked over, an eyebrow raised as he wondered what Alex was talking about. “I told you, Wolfslair was more than just a gym. It was more than just somewhere to collect talented individuals.” Aiden looked away, knowing where this was going. Then Alex said it. “It’s a family.”
The word made him angry. Aiden's blood boiled. Family. What a joke. His mind flashed to Japan, he and his partner. They were like brothers. But since, then he couldn’t bring himself to even say his name. To use what he did there as a way to get work...Aiden took a long, deep breath and tried to calm himself before answering. “Look, I appreciate what you’re tryin’ to do Alex. But, I’m not interested in family. I’m not interested in being best friends with you, or Austin, or Alicia, or anyone else.” He paused for a moment and laughed under his breath getting to his feet. “I’m just here to be better, and make people around me better."
Alex got to his feet and moved around in front of Aiden, the two men face to face as Alex shook his head and locked eyes with him. “I thought after a few weeks you’d see what this was about. Kid, you have talent, an amazing amount of it, but closing yourself off? You’re denying who you are, an-”
Aiden snapped. “How would ya know who I am Alex? Huh? Ya met me for twenty minutes, saw I was athletic and wanted me to help train ya monkeys.”
He was upset. It was obvious. Alex shook his head again and reached out tapping Aiden on the shoulder. “That isn’t it at all. I hope you figure it out Aiden, I do. I hope you give us a chance, cause you need it. Look, I’m not going to force you, but try and be one of us...I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.” Alex turned and grabbed his jacket heading to the door.
As it closed, Aiden sighed heavily and put his hands on his head. “I’m fuckin tryin’.”
Indiana Jones and MarKHUNTer
“You all have to check out what I have to deal with.”
The voice of Dickie Watson breaks the silence as we fade in. It seems to be cell phone footage as the phone moves down a hallway, Dickie stops at a door and slowly pushes it open. We find Aiden Reynolds sitting at his laptop, furiously typing. Dickie clears his throat.
“So, uh, whatcha doin, bruv?”
Aiden, deep in thought, laughs to himself and finishes the next sentence.
“What does it look like mate? I’m ahead of the curve. The way of the future!”
“Yeah but, like, what are you doing?”
“I’m blogging my promo…”
There is a chuckle, Dickie then suddenly stops and holds it in.
“Why are you doing that?”
Aiden suddenly turns and gets to his feet, his eyes wide with pure excitement as his arms flail around.
“Think about it mate, Blog posting promos. It’s the way of the future, it’s genius. It’s incredible. It’s not boring or redundant at all, eh! And then people can see I have mastered the bloody power of th written wor-...
?”
There is another chuckle.
“Oi come here, ya little shit!”
There is a struggle, Aiden tries to grab the phone and suddenly there is blurred vision, laughter is heard as Dickie drops the phone near Aiden’s laptop where we see the words he was typing.
All work and no play makes Aiden a dull boy times 100
MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MIX
There is a thud and the phone gets shut off. An undetermined amount of time later the screen flickers back on again, it’s Aiden standing in front of his laptop, a small bruise under his right eye as he smirks and shakes his head.
“Aye sorry, about that ladies and gentleman, it seems as if Dickie the Dropbear has decided to be a little cunt today.”
“OI U WOT M8?! FIGHT ME OUTSIDE, I’LL PUNCH YA MUM!!!!”
“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CULTURAL MISAPPROPRIATION?! YA DON’T SEE ME EATIN’ CRUMPETS AND DRINKIN’ TEA YA FLOGGY CU-”
Aiden stops and swallows hard looking back at the laptop realizing he should be taking this seriously. After all, serious is the way of the future - he’s not just a joke monkey, ya know.
“So, last time you all saw me I went toe to toe with that big meat magnet Ozymandias. He gave me a bit of a beating and I ain’t gonna sit here and no-sell it like Jason Long no sells good taste and how relationships work. Ozy, you’re a tough bloke, eh? And I am happy as hell I was able to get the win, cause I was able to bounce back after what happened in the Legacy Chamber. And after all that all I got to say is...”
“I’m back bitches…”
“But after I was able to beat Ozy, and watch him almost kill that poor referee, and after I threw away the paper plate I was using as a mask - sorry lads, Ozzie-man-dius is dead for now - I watched as my boy Dickie lost his Grand Championship.”
“Sore spot, ya cunt.”
Aiden looks to the side of the laptop where Dickie must be standing. He raises an eyebrow and gives a small shrug.
“Dickie lost his title. And ya know, I feel bad for him. See Dickie made that title what it is today. The entire reason why Mark Hunter wanted it. See, a company and a title is only as strong as its first champion. And Dickie hit the ground runnin’ and made the Grand Championship a top prize and a crown jewel. Now, Elena is tryin’ to do the same thing with the Legacy. But, it concerns me a little bit that right now, the guy holding the Grand Championship, is a loudmouth lil shithead who says outlandish shit and was only able to win by cheating. Yeah, I’m talking to you Mark Hunter. Mr. “
.” Yeah, I remember what you said before our tag match. And ya know, originally I was feeling bad cause you got saddled with a dead fish partner. But after hearing what you had to say and seeing your actions. Well...”
“Fuck you mate.”
“You want to sit there and run your mouth about how you deserved to be in the Legacy Chamber? Why? How? I mean, sur,e maybe you should have been there instead of the other two quittin bitches, but me? You deserved to be there more than ME? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You got lucky in the Purge Match, you lost to me and Dickie in a tag match and then the only way you were able to beat Dickie is by cheating…”
“And you think you’re the be all and end all?”
“You’re unoriginal, you’re a dick and you decide to flip flop personalities like certain others do. And why? Because you have a chip on your shoulder? Join the club, mate. I have to put up with dumb cunts like you telling me every single week that I’m “ridin’” Dickie’s coattails. The same thing, over and over again, I might as well have “Dickie’s Bitch” tattooed as a tramp stamp on my lower back.”
“Well, I mean.”
“Shut up!”
Aiden points a finger at Dickie who just laughs again and walks around to the other side of the laptop. Aiden shakes his head and mutters Asshole.
“What pains me, Mark, is seeing you hold that Grand Championship. Cause while Dickie did his best to make that title matter, there is one of two things that will happen with you holdin’ it. Either A, you’re going to lose it real fast and be a transitional champion, cause lets face it, your track record sucks. Or B, you’re going to cheat to hold onto it and devalue the Grand championship like Greece’s GDP…”
He looks over at Dickie as if waiting for a laugh, he tilts his head as there is nothing. Aiden growls and shakes his head.
“Fine, but I regret laughin at ya MSG joke.”
He grabs a can of Rockstar downing it before letting out a burp and continuing. Somewhere in the background, you can just hear Dickie cringe.
“So, we now have a Grand Champion who runs his mouth, can’t back it up and cheats to win. Fan-titty-tastic. But, hey at least I get to look forward to facin’ a cinematic legend. I mean, I’m talkin about someone who went to the Temple of Doom, who raided the Lost Ark, he was even part of the Last Crusade and found the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull!”
“Uh...Aiden...mate...a word…”
“I’m on a roll, mate. What?”
He steps forward, there seems to be some whispering and talking, some surprised noises from Aiden and suddenly, he yells.
“WHATYA MEAN HE ISN’T INDIANA JONES?”
Aiden shuffles back into the screen, looking defeated and sad. He takes a long sigh and shakes his head.
“Upon new information, it appears as if my dream ain’t comin true. And Mark Hunter’s partner is Indy Darling and not Indiana Jones. Which is kinda sad to be honest. But at the same time, I like Indy, I respect Indy. See he’s done great things as the X-Factor Champion. Indy even beat Dickie in the triple threat match. But he seems to be goin through some issues. I mean I made a small comment on twitter about not knowing where I should go, and maybe I should try and earn a X Factor title shot. Earn it, not ask for, not demand, earn it. And Indy bloody snapped at me like I just tried to steal his fuckin lunch money.”
“Mate, you’re a second generation wrestler, you know how all this works yeah?”
“I’m not tryin to disrespect ya or piss you off. Cause as I said, I do like you. I think you’re impressive as all hell. Shit, I saw your title defence against Blair and it had me on my feet clapping and cheering watching backstage at the monitors. I have all the respect in the world for you and what you represent. But, you gotta realise and know that Dickie and I are out for revenge, and if that means beating you down along with Mark then, well, so be it.”
“It ain’t personal, brother.”
Aiden shrugs and smiles.
“This match is to remind everyone of how goddamn amazing Dickie is, and also how deadly I am. See, people shouldn’t be using the tired line of me ridin on Dickie’s coattails or using him to get ahead. What Dickie and I have is like a brotherhood. He succeeds, I succeed, I succeed, he succeeds. This isn’t about someone using someone else. He and I are a team, and more than that...we’re family
