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 Number One Contendership Match
For Ultimate Title Shot At Black Magic
Wendy "Zombie" Stevens vs "The Lost Child" Solomon Cain vs Jansen Myrrh vs Tyke IndexRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, October 13, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 23:06:35 GMT -6
 KRIGARE
“Top o’ the mornin’ t’ya, I am the Demon Warrior herself, Eavan “Krigare” Crowley, and welcome as always to Krigare Unleashed. Now, people who have listened to the podcast know I usually fly solo. Tell my tales and opinions on whatever comes to mind, but I was at the last episode of Mile High Wrestling’s ThrowDown show in Las Vegas as a surprise appearance for one of my best friends and saviors, and now my boss in the Shieldmaidens, Alex “Bullet Carbajal. You guys can check that out on Mile High’s YouTube channel, it was a lot of fun. Then I stayed around to watch the show, and allow me to speak on this a little before I bring my guests on.
I did a one-one for them a few months back, and I enjoyed my time there, and when I came in for the Vegas show, Mr. Mack was very nice to me. Originally I was coming solo, but in the end Anton and Miranda came with me, and they set us up in a box suite. Very appreciative of the gesture, so thank you very much for the hospitality. It was a great show, the production value and the stage setup was amazing. Guys, if you haven’t had the chance to check them out, you should. The roster is great top to bottom, their shows are top-notch. And they’re on tour now, so if they come to where you are, you really need to check them out.
Alright, now with that out of the way, let me bring in my guests, who are sitting right beside me. My sister in arms, current Mile High Wrestling ThrowDown Champion, and on Sunday, October 13th, she’ll be in a fatal fourway match to become number one contender to the Ultimate Title, Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, and her fiance and manager and a very lovely woman, Lexa “Ruby Soho” Pellegrini. Welcome ladies.”
ZOMBIE
“Sup, Prospect?”
LEXA
“Thank you for having us, Eavan.”
KRIGARE
“Now, I know you’re still fired up over what happened at ThrowDown, but for the fans who may not have heard of you, let’s kinda do a quick buildup. You got into wrestling when?”
ZOMBIE
“I got into it around 2016-ish? I was doing guest spots in little companies around New York, New Jersey area. I was a lab tech by day, and training by night, and usually most Fridays and Saturdays, I was trying to wrestle. I was pretty bad for a long time.”
KRIGARE
“I can relate to that.”
ZOMBIE
“Then early to mid 2018, I found Galactic and gave that a shot, and that place was fucked from the word go. Bookers seemed to switch every few weeks, and it was a lot of stop-and-go. Made my way to Hybrid. Too bad we were on different shows, though. Then I stepped into the juggernaut that is EWC and completely lost myself. That place is massive, and while I was decent, I didn’t think I was doing well enough to stay there so broke my contract. I’ve debated going back. All of our sisters are still there. Sam, Alex, Jack, Sorsh. And then I landed in Mile High and started getting my feet under me, and there’s talks going on with Southern Rebel, which is Galactic revamped. Seems they finally got their shit together so I’m willing to give them another chance. But Mile High is home. As you said at the top of the podcast, the place is great. AND I may have made a few enemies that’ll need to be set right.”
KRIGARE
“We’ve had some parallels over the last couple of years. You brought up the time in Hybrid. I think you might still have been the only person to make Bethany Kenyon tap, which is impressive. We also know a certain someone that neither of us particularly like.”
ZOMBIE
“I’d rather not talk about her. I don’t want her trying to say she still has some sort of attachment to me. We did what we could for her, I know history was rewritten a little about what went on, but we were there, we know the truth, and that’s all we need to say about that. Your ex-wife on the other hand is a piece of work. I wouldn’t mind slapping the green out of her hair. You’re much better off without her, and your family is interesting, but very good people.”
KRIGARE
“Our House is fun, but like I said, this show isn’t about me, it’s about you guys. Speaking of being better off, the two of you are seriously amazing together. You guys remind me of what Katra and I could have been. What do you think makes you guys so good together?”
LEXA
“We were both in the business, so I understand what Wendy does. And really, wes were both lost in some way, and we found one another. Her experiences helped me cope with things, and my experience in managing wrestlers helped her. We just work.”
ZOMBIE
“I think growing up streets apart helped as well. We both have that Brooklyn edge to us, we’re survivors, you know. You grew up in Jersey, we’ve been around the same blocks. That’s probably how Bruiser and I became friends. She SCREAMS New York. She has the attitude, the swagger. I’ve said this a few times, but Lexa here practically transformed me over time, and that’s huge because I don’t do change well. It’s compromise, willing to listen, willing to grow together.”
KRIGARE
“Let’s go back to ThrowDown from this past Sunday. Now, I’ve been in a few matches, and I’ve been put through anything and everything you can imagine. How the HELL do you survive being put through a table and then wrestle right afterwards and not only compete, but WIN?”
ZOMBIE
“Half sheer will, half stupidity, which I think most wrestlers worth their salt have. You just do it. I had to get a few slivers pulled out of my back after the match. You can understand where I’m coming from on this. When you’re a champion, you’re somebody everybody’s watching. You have a target on your back and around your waist, right? Being ThrowDown Champion, you’re holding the flagship belt for the show. You’re it. That’s why I called out Ricky Stanton. I’ve fought Skrabz. Sure, came up short, but I earned his respect. I’ve fought Azurine, Jansen Myrrh, Tyke Index, been in contenders’ matches and won. I don’t think Mile High knew what they signed when I came in, but I made the most of my opportunities.”
LEXA
“The day Wendy became a Shieldmaiden, everything changed for her. She started to understand things she didn’t have before. Like camaraderie, focus, the ability to build a match proper instead of just downplaying her opponents. She started training with them, listening to RJ and now Alex, and she’s become a beast. I remember the match you realized how strong you really were.”
ZOMBIE
“Which one is that?”
LEXA
“Back in EWC. You, Bullet, Bandit and Psycho against Blue Phoenix and ReBelle. When you went through three of the four on your own, and it took three of Scorpio’s finishers to finally put you down.”
ZOMBIE
“That was a hell of a match, you may be right about that. I was just trying to keep up with them.”
KRIGARE
“I’ve sparred with both Alex and Jackie myself, and they were pretty tough then. And I watch them now, and I’m happy for their success, but not entirely surprised they have it. Now, I’ve been through tables, and they hurt, but the one Stanton had was thick as hell. Any lasting effects from that?”
ZOMBIE
“I’d be lying if I said no, but with the training and weightlifting I do, my back’s pretty strong. I think the slivers IN my back hurt more, and here I was in the ring with Psycho, and she held nothing back. I might have motivated her a bit too much beforehand.”
KRIGARE
“That match was intense, no doubt, and you did win with that incredible submission move you call… Zombieland? Where did you learn that?”
ZOMBIE
“One of my trainers, Tony. Actually, the guy who runs Zombie Inc. in New York. Big Italian guy, arms bigger than tree trunks, I swear. He showed it to me one day and said I should use it. I have the frame for it, and I’ve got to the point where I can lock it on anytime.”
KRIGARE
“So you like toying with your opponents at times.”
ZOMBIE
“All the time. I mean, sure, I can do a five-minute match and get it over with like I did with Jansen a few weeks back. Some nights I’m that way. Other nights, it’s for the crowd. I can lure somebody in, let them get all this offense on me and give them hope, and then take it away. Helps build the mystique I think.”
KRIGARE
“Okay, I have a burning question. Please explain the hype of Katrina Mack to me? Like I get not everyone looks like a wrestler. You saw how I used to look. How exactly is she employed?”
ZOMBIE
“Katrina won her match at Spectacular 2 with Lance Mikes. The same guy that got involved in my match with Tyke Index. Now she thinks she’s queen shit. She tried killing Rob last year, and now she’s back. And there’s no way a mother would put their own kid in jeopardy without some gain from it, which is why I think Katrina is behind this Coven. They all seem to have one thing in common and that’s the fact they don’t like us. Maybe after I get through that group and Stanton, I’ll drag Katrina herself into the ring and suplex her out of her Louboutins.”
KRIGARE
“You brought up somebody I was going to ask you next about, and that is Tyke Index. I saw him chirping online recently saying that he made your career. I know he’s one of your opponents coming up, but I have to say something about this King of Coke Mountain shit. I can guarantee you if he’d met back back in late 2017, he’d be King Nothing, because I was the Queen of Coke Mountain. You know what else he isn’t the king of? Steaks. You know who the king of steaks are? Omaha Steaks. That's why Omaha steaks is the best deal going. My goodness. It is so tasty as well and there's a variety of food. And you can get your Omaha Steaks right now for 74% off when you go to Omahasteaks.com and enter the code Krigare in the search bar.”
ZOMBIE
“Okay, random, but here’s the deal on Tyke. When I was looking for a new wrestling company, trying again to break into a larger market, I noticed Robert Mack talking about finding somebody to take on this guy, Tyke Index, in a Buried Alive match. Most of the other Maidens were already there, the company was coming back from a near year-long hiatus, so I thought I’d try my luck. If I lost, I’d still get exposure as being the one who accepted the challenge.”
LEXA
“It was even on a pay-per-view called Rise Again, it was perfect. Somebody gets buried alive, and one of the opponents is named Zombie. It was the right opponent, the right event, at the right time.”
KRIGARE
“Had you ever been in a buried alive match?”
ZOMBIE
“Nope, and like I said, I was going for the exposure more than anything else, and with an unwanted assist from Lance Mikes, I won the match. However, like the cockroach he is, Tyke kept coming back. The thing that pisses me off still to this day is that, surprise surprise Katrina Mack, left a huge question mark that Tyke has tried getting under my skin with. Had it not been for Mikes, could I have beat him. I know I could, I had the man dead to rights even before Mikes got involved. So, I’ll give Tyke one point, yes, he made my career. He seems to think I owe him for it, but truthfully, he had every opportunity to beat me in his match and couldn’t. Did my win over him lead me to bigger and better things? Yes. Do I owe him anything? Not a chance. Mind you, it also could be argued that Tyke got a better opportunity after losing to me than I did beating him, as he’d go on to win and subsequently lose the Phoenix Title. Though, time has a way of healing itself. See, while others graciously pointed out the fact Tyke became a champion before I did, he’s now without a title, and I hold the title that was brought up to the same prestige as the former Phoenix Title. And now, Tyke finds himself having to try and get by me again.”
KRIGARE
“Let’s talk a little about Jansen Myrrh. She looks like somebody who wasn’t supposed to become anything other than a midcarder, and yet I’ve seen the two of you go back and forth both on social media and in the ring, and she’s like an annoying fly. You should try out Dynatrap, I’ve got their stuff installed around the house, and it’s been great for keeping bugs out, I’ve had electric fly traps set up in my house before but never as effective as Dynatrap. You know your house is likely gonna have open doors all the time cuz of the pets and your kids wanting to play outside, so protect your house with Dynatrap, use the code KRIGARE and get 33% off your first purchase.”
ZOMBIE
“Okay, that’s twice now. You alright?”
LEXA
“You didn’t get your belt stolen recently, did you?”
KRIGARE
“I did lose my TV Title the other day, thank you for pointing that out. You just made the list.”
ZOMBIE
“Can we come back to whatever your question was?”
KRIGARE
“How hard is it cutting through wet matted hair?”
ZOMBIE
“Harder than you’d think, but I think I did a pretty good job. Kinda hard to tell with that mask she wears but here’s the thing with Jansen. You’re right, she’s not exactly technically sound, a lot of her matches have had surprise wins, and the night she challenged Azurine, I don’t think anyone expected Jansen to win, until she did. She’s kinda like our current president if you think about it. I had decided there was no way Jansen should be champion, I was almost on my way out the door from Mile High after that loss to Azurine. Heard it here first, folks, the rumors were true. The coming up from the ring after Jansen and Azzy’s match was fun, and I was only going to go after Azzy. I wanted revenge for my loss, but then Jansen decided to get smug and cocky and put the title in my face, to remind me that she did what I couldn’t so I threw hands with her as well. When Rob booked the triple threat, I knew I had the opportunity to right two wrongs in that match. One, beat Azzy, and two, prove that Jansen actually was a fluke. And then Jansen kept coming back. Wanted her rematch, put her down in under five minutes. And then she put her hair on the line. I tried talking her out of it, tried to get her to reconsider, but she was hellbent on beating me and taking the title, but I wasn’t having it, and in the end, I retained. Then I cut her hair, and admittedly, yeah I had a blast doing it. I figured that would be the end of it, but nope. STILL she keeps trying to get at me, and I don’t get it. How many times, and how many ways, do I have to beat her before she gives up? I’m already over her and her bullshit, and yet, she’s in this upcoming match.”
KRIGARE
“There’s one person we haven’t talked about yet, really three we could have touched on. Actually I’ll save the big one for later. Gabriel Ohio, speaking of people who don’t give up…”
ZOMBIE
“Careful, Eavan, mentioning his name gives him everything he wants. He wants to be known and play these mind games, but if his last ride with Psycho hasn’t taught him anything, there could very well be an actual death in that ring. Another cockroach in the company that is way too persistent in this business.”
KRIGARE
“I’ve run into a few *cough*Sam Tolson*cough*. Do you think she has the ability? To kill somebody I mean.”
ZOMBIE
“You know what she’s gone through, the whole Children thing. Weren’t you part of that war at one point, or did history get rewritten on that as well? And I know you know about Mexico and Widow. I can say with complete faith there isn’t a one in the Shieldmaidens who DOESN’T have the ability. He’s playing a very dangerous game.”
KRIGARE
“Oh, no. I beat Sela. They can’t take that away from me, won’t let them. Ricky Stanton. What was the motivation behind going after the Luke Hobbs-looking guy?”
LEXA
“I always thought he looked like Dr. Smolder Bravestone from the Jumanji movies.”
KRIGARE
“I think you’re onto something, Lexa. All jokes aside, why go after Stanton?”
ZOMBIE
“Why not? The guy is a pencil pusher who signs the checks of everyone he thinks he can control and mold into whatever he wants. Cain and I never had any spoken arrangement, but for awhile anyways, he seemed to respect me. Then Sam told me the real story about Solomon Cain, and when he realized I knew, he changed his tune saying I was just like the rest of the Shieldmaidens. Well, thanks for the compliment, Cain, though I know that’s not how you meant it. I guess he thought if somebody listened to him, that he’d somehow reveal this big truth and make himself out to be the hero. He should probably change his name to Solomon Giuliani the way he’s bitching and whining. Stanton then fucked with our bikes, and in his match with Cain, I actually thought perhaps Stanton would win. Actually kinda hoped he would. Problem I have now is that I have to stand across from Cain in the ring in a week or so, and even he’s part of the Coven as well.”
KRIGARE
“So, who’s all in the Coven right now?”
ZOMBIE
“Solomon Cain seems to be the leader behind it. Jansen Myrrh and her puppet Muro. The team of Double Team Ihari, the War Queen Leah, and Emily Falls. Most disappointing of that group is Leah because I was trying to get Bullet to recruit her, and then she does this. Well, I have a problem with that, and nobody gets a second chance. Leah burned her bridge with me before it was even finished being built.”
KRIGARE
“How likely is it Cain ends up in a wheelchair or worse before the year is out? We don’t need to go into his past, it’s been quite obvious his intentions on TV recently. Sadly enough, I actually thought he was kinda hot until I got to see how he is.”
ZOMBIE
“I’d bet on ‘worse’ over the wheelchair. He could barely hold his own against Bullet, and he’s been picking at Titaness for weeks. His comments and actions towards her have been, truthfully, criminal. Like full-fledged sexual assault. I don’t know what his obsession with her is, but if you saw the Titaness I do, Cain is about to end up like Gabriel Ohio became after Sorsh got a hold of him, and worse. Personally, if I still had my badge, Cain would be cuffed and awaiting trial, and I’d let the key players in Ray Brook handle him. What he has coming soon will pale in comparison. For Titaness, for Bullet, and for me.”
KRIGARE
“Do you think the Coven got into your head somehow? That attack at the end of ThrowDown was brutal, and seeing you now and hearing you talk, you sound cool and collected. But I look in your eyes and there’s a lot of extra fire and hate in you. Do you think perhaps that is what they want from you, from all of you?”
ZOMBIE
“You’re saying they’re laying traps?”
KRIGARE
“I’m saying The Shieldmaidens as a whole is a cohesive unit. Going off to war like a loose cannon may give them the advantage as it could cause the Shieldmaidens to splinter, and then fall. And this is coming from me, who many people call a bipolar cunt. Yes, you face two of them at ThrowDown, but I think you guys still have a tactical advantage if you use it wisely.”
LEXA
“I’ve been trying to tell her the same. It’s okay to be angry, it’s okay to want to hit harder in the ring, but the group needs to get together and put together an action plan and stick to it. Loose cannons will only fall.”
ZOMBIE
“Right now, we’re nursing our wounds. A few of them have matches coming up but you guys are right. We need to get our wagons in order and retaliate as a group. The seven of them really have nothing to gain coming after us. Not a one of them have established themselves as much of a threat in the big picture, so getting together isn’t going to make them any better. There’s a whole lot of desert in Phoenix, guys. We have Bruiser going one-on-one with Leah. We have Bullet going one-on-one with Emily Falls. We have Bandit and Titaness taking on Double Team Ihari. And I get the two on top in Solomon Cain and Jansen Myrrh. They had their moment in Paradise. At ThrowDown, that’ll all change when The Coven find themselves under the sand of Silicon Desert.”
KRIGARE
“So, how do you prepare for a match of this magnitude? A fourway match for a title shot at the Ultimate Title. Now I finally got to see Skrabz in action, and the man’s a beast, no question. You fought him before, wasn’t it like your second-ever match in Mile High? Let’s stick to the preparation for the fourway. How do you prepare for that?”
ZOMBIE
“A lot of studying, a lot of training. You focus on the weakest opponent and make sure you have a strong enough offense, and defense, to hold off the others. At the same time, so many factors can change in a match like that. The person you thought would be the biggest threat ends up blowing out a knee or taking a bad bump and all of a sudden, that’s the weakest person in the match and the playing field completely changes. I’ll be as ready as I can be, and to be fair, I really have nothing to lose in this match, and I’ll break down the why for you. I’m coming into this match already holding the second-biggest prize in Mile High, the ThrowDown Championship. I lose this match, I’m still the champ, so I really haven’t lost anything.
But let’s flip that for a minute. Tyke Index who’s been on a losing streak lately, he needs this win. He needs it to prove to himself more than anything else, that he is still relevant in this company. Jansen Myrrh, outside of that win over Paul Banter, she needs this win to right her ship. Probably needs the boost in pay to buy the Rogaine she needs. Solomon Cain, he probably needs the win most of all because he’s failed against every other Shieldmaiden and he’s starting to lose his incel cred. The only one who DOESN’T need to win in Phoenix is me THOUGH I don’t see any of the others being able to beat me. Guess I’m playing spoiler.
BUT let’s say I DO win, and I’m pretty confident in my chances and abilities, and I get to face Skrabz again? You’re right, I fought him in my second match in Mile High, coming off the win over Tyke, and I came up short. Did he squash me? No. In fact, if you go back and watch that match, I took him to his limit and he barely made it out of that match. Again, my SECOND match in Mile High, and I came within a hair of beating the current Ultimate Champion. Now that I’ve had a few more matches under my belt, honed my craft that much more, could I be the one to topple Boy? Again, I like my chances.
I can look ahead and try to plot a course, but you know how this business works, it never happens the way you want it to, so I just focus on the match ahead of me. I have three less-than-deserving opponents and I looking to be the one to take down Boy Like Skrabz. Either way, I lose nothing in this match. I am the ThrowDown Champ, and I will hold this title until somebody grows a set big enough to take it from me.
Cain, Myrrh, and Index have MAYBE one set combined, and Myrrh is the one actually packing heat.”
LEXA
“Wendy, we talked about this.”
ZOMBIE
“I’m not underselling any of them. At the same time, there’s not a one who I think can beat me on their own. Will the Coven try and interfere? Fuck yeah, they will. Will the Shieldmaidens be on standby to intercept that? Come on, you know how this works. Will Ricky try to get involved? It’s possible, but he knows it’d be unwise because he has a receipt coming to him.
Mile High Wrestling is Shieldmaidens Country, and we’ve proven that time and time again. This coming ThrowDown, the Coven will learn in the hardest way possible. You don’t fuck with the Shieldmaidens and live to tell the tale.”
KRIGARE
“Well, you heard it here. The Shieldmaidens vowing revenge and retribution on the Coven. Tune into MHW ThrowDown live Sunday, October 13th live from the Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, Arizona, LIVE only on The SE Network. Thank you Zombie and Ruby Soho for joining me on Krigare Unleashed. Best of luck to all of my Shieldmaidens sisters. Krigare Out.” |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 6:10:18 GMT -6
I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could'a taught me
I could've saved some face
They think that your early ending was all wrong
For the most part, they're right
But look how they all got strong
"Actions have consequences, don't they Solomon?"
"Ye... yes, Grandmother."
Riverside Area
Cleveland, OH
November 20th, 1994
Off Camera, Flashback
(Most kids love their grandparents, and most grandparents love their grandchildren, but this was not the case for Solomon Cain. Solomon's grandparents viewed Solomon as a living reminder of the worst mistake their daughter had ever made, and their biggest disappointment in life.
His grandparents had disowned their daughter for the most part, but around the holidays, having their poor, drug addicted daughters child staying with them made them look like saints to their neighbors and friends.
Solomon's grandparents were very well to do, lived in the nicest part of Cleveland and went to the biggest church in Cleveland. His grandparents weren't Christians though, they were socialites. Church was a social event to them, a place to be seen on Sunday morning and a place people of their standing in the community were expected to be.
Pearl and Eugene, or as they demanded to be called, Grandmother and Grandfather Johnson would do the same thing every year aound Halloween and pretend to be fighting for custody of Solomon. Funny how the fight ended after the holiday parties in January. The real fight was Solomon's mother wanted him for the welfare check and his grandparents wanted him to make them look like the saints taking in there grandson, since his junkie mom couldn't raise him and his father wasn't in the picture.
Truth is, ths Johnson's hated children, especially Solomon. Today, Solomon had been caught eating a piece of candy before dinner, his punishment, the closet. The closest was just that, a closet. A small broom closet. It was too narrow for Solomon to sit down in, he could only slightly bend his knees against one wall while resting his back against the other wall.
The closest was devoid of light, the small crack at the bottom of the door would be covered up. It was also devoid of sound, only the creaking of the house from time to time. Solomon, like his mother before him would be forced to spend hours in the closet, no food, no water, no restroom breaks. Once his grandfather heard him curse and left Solomon in the closet for over ten hours.
Solomon was currently on week two at his grandparents, and hour two of three in the closet.
"You just had to fill your body with that junk didn't you? You are just like your slut of a mother, no self control. Well, maybe this will teach you. Actions have consequences, don't they Solomon?" Grandmother said through the closet door. "Actions have consequences" was her favorite thing to say. Dear old Grandmother Pearl, what a b*tch.)
That's why I say
Hey man nice shot
Good shot man
That's why I say
Hey man nice shot
Good shot man
I-90
Cleveland, OH
December 23rd, 1994
Off Camera, Flashback
(Solomon sat in the backseat of his Grandparents Mercedes. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, the bowtie he was forced to wear made him feel like someone with a weak grip was choking him. He hated wearing a bowtie, he hated wearing fancy clothes in general. He had to look the part though, when his grandparents drug him to his grandfathers law firm partners Christmas party.
The Mercedes swerved as Grandfather erratically switched lanes. Funny thing about addiction, it's hereditary. Grandfather Johnson drank Scotch and Brandy like it was going out of style, and Grandmother Johnson took more quaaludes than Jordan Belfort. Alcohol is legal though, and the pills were prescribed, so it was ok, they would say.
On this night, Grandmother had shared a few ludes with Grandfather. The wine and whiskey had been flowing, and the Johnson's had no business on the road. Grandfather took the exit, but didn't slow down much, and hit a patch of black ice. The Mercedes began to skid before it was even fully on the exit ramp. Grandfather slammed on the breaks, but that is no help on the ice.
Grandfather was too wasted to be able to control the car properly. The car slammed into the barrier wall with such force and speed that it flipped over the wall. The car flipped, and landed on its top. The fall from the exit ramp to the surface street below was around twelve feet. It may not sound too high, but with the force and the fall it was enough to kill Grandfather on impact.
The roof collapsed in, and Grandfather wasn't wearing his seatbelts. He was thrown into the windshield and his skull and chest crushed by the force of the impact. Grandmother wasn't as luck, her neck was broken, with major damage to her brain stem. She suffered for two agonizing days, before succumbing to her injuries.
Solomon, was the lone survivor of the wreck. He was wearing his seatbelt, and was in the back where the impact was much less.)
A man has gun
Hey man have fun
Nice shot
Riverside Cemetery
Riverside, Cleveland, OH
December 29th, 1994
Off Camera, Flashback
(The cold wind whipped in off the Cuyahoga River. The snow flurried down to the already slightly covered ground. Solomon stood by the freshly dug hole, pulling at his shirt collar. Solomon didn't find neckties any more comfortable than bowties. Especially this one, which was his grandfathers.
Solomon stood and listened to the Preacher, talking about how Pearl Johnson was a true pearl of the community, and was now in a better place. Solomon didn't know what he believed as far as religion, but he knew that if there was a heaven and a hell, both Johnson grandparents were in hell.
As the Preacher finished his message, family and close friends came to the casket of Pearl Johnson to lay roses onto the casket and say a final goodbye. When Solomon took his turn, he placed the rose softly on the pile that was already there. Solomon leaned close to the casket and whispered.
"Actions have consequences, don't they, Pearl".)
Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of view
Indian Route 42
Monument Valley, AZ
October 18th, 2019
On camera.
(Monument Valley is one of the most beautiful places on Earth, and one of the most filmed. Since the 30's it has been the site of countless Western films. The desert is known for its red rocks and massive buttes. This is where Solomon Cain has decided to stop.
He has rolled down the highway in his Bronco, and has turned off the main road, following one of the many offshoot dirt roads that turn into trails. By now, Solomon is far away from any form of civilization, and alone in the middle of the desert. He sits on the tailgate of his Bronco with the desert sun beating down on him.
The barrel of a Colt 45 revolver is pressed against his forehead, running down his face and nose. His eyes are closed as he takes in the sound of silence and breaths in the desert air with slow, but deep inhales. "Actions have consequences", Solomon softly says to himself.
He lays the gun down beside him on the tailgate and slowly opens his eyes. He takes a deep inhale as he looks up to the clear blue sky.)
Solomon Cain: Actions have consequences. Issac Newton said, "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.". Well, no sh*t Issac, you dead a$s virgin. Does everyone think The Coven wasn't expecting backlash from our attack on the Maidens? We established ourselves as the new and dominant force of Mile High, of course we knew there was going to be a big reaction.
You dipsh*t bike dykes all came with the same f**king line too, "the mistake you made was not finishing the job". Well, I'm glad you all got the company memo and remembered your lines. We didn't finish the job, shut the f**k up. You really think we planned this out for a year, and then just forgot to finish it? Ya'll dumb as f**k with your fake a$s, tough guy bravado act.
You really think we couldn't have ended your whole career if we wanted too? Who or what was going to stop us? We left you alive and not perminatly injured for a reason, we aren't finished with you b*tchs yet. We aren't just going to beat you up and be done with it, na, we are going to take it all. We are going to take everything from you. It starts Sunday when DTI takes the tag team championships, it keeps rolling with Emily and Leah taking dubs, and then we'll cap Sunday off with Jansen or myself taking Zombies chance at Skrabz.
Haha...ahhh... Zombie.
(Solomon looks at the camera with a devilish smile. Solomon pulls a Newport from his vest pocket and places it into his mouth and lights it. Solomon hops off the tailgate and takes a slow drag before exhaling.)
Solomon Cain: Zombie, you know that sh*t is in the dictionary? Zombie, a will-less and speechless human. Well, you sure do run your cocksucker a lot, so that is only half true. A person markedly strange in appearance or behavior, a person held to resemble the so-called walking dead. Well now, that hit the f**king nail on the head right there, cause you are a dead c*nt walking.
You know, I used to like you Zombie, sh*t even respected you some. Then, well you lived up to the part of your name when it comes to being will-less. You bent a knee and licked Bullets boots, like a mindless f**king drone. What you should have done was knock Bullet off her high horse and taken her spot at the head of the table. Sh*t, you really think you couldn't do it? Or, are you just so f**king weak minded, that you just took what she said at face value and believed the Bullet hype? Hype... I had high f**king hopes for you Zombie, but you turned out to be all hype yourself.
Let me guess, you were on the NYPD, and that makes you more mentally tough than I could ever be, right?
(Solomon makes a jerking off motion with his hand.)
Solomon Cain: How the f**k did you get kicked off the force anyway? I mean the dude that choked Eric Garner to death didn't lose his badge, so you either did some real shady sh*t, or you just f**king sucked at being a police officer.
But, sh*t, you already talked about being a dirty cop in your little podcast. "If I still had my badge Solomon would be in cuffs". B*tch, shut the f**k up, you ain't about sh*t, someone ever tries to put me in a cell again and it's going down like Waco. You're gonna have to call the ATF in to burn my a$s to the ground.
You all say the same tired old sh*t, the Maidens and the Cops. You're a double whammy aren't you, a bike dyke and a pig. I'm gonna end up in a wheelchair, you are just like the other Maidens, f**king played out. You really think your a$s is gonna put me in a wheelchair, or Samantha Hamilton is gonna put me in one for that matter?
It could be any of Maidens though right? Cause your "family" right? You all are on that Fast and Furious bullsh*t, calling each other family. It's cool, keep f**king around with me Zombie, and you'll end up like Paul Walker. See, you coulda been Dwayne Johnson and got your own spinoff, but you couldn't do that to your "family", could you?
Family... f**k that. You really wanna know why the Coven came after you b*tches? It's because you are an Empire. You aren't some crew like Dom put together, your Imperialistic like the British Crown back in the day.
(Solomon pulls a single bullet from the inside of his vest pocket. "Barley hung with Bullet my a$s, everyone saw me kick out at two, dip sh*t referee.", Solomon mumbles, through his cigarette filled mouth. Solomon holds the bullet up so the camera can focus on it.)
Solomon Cain: Actions have consequences. You b*tches really think you could hoard every championship in Mile High and there be no consequences? See, back in the day ths British thought they could just colonize everything, came here, killed a bunch of folks and took what they wanted. Well, there were consequences to those actions.
See, a bunch of freedom loving drunks settled over here. All they wanted was to be left alone, but old Britan just couldn't stop taking, and finally Ben Franklin told the crown to "tax this d*ck", and Washington told them to pry the muskets from their cold dead hands. Well, the British couldn't believe someone would stand up to them, they were shocked. Just like you dumb dykes can't believe people are standing up to you.
Well, the British wanted a war, thought they'd squash the treasonous Americans. You know what happened? Those freedom loving drunks kicked that redcoat a$s all the way back to England. Well, now the imperialistic Maidens want a war, and the Coven is just the bunch of freedom loving, drunks to give you that war.
You colonized all the championships here in Mile High, and I know you all think Zombie is your ticket to gaining the biggest jewel the crown could hold, but actions have consequences. Like Paul Reever said "the British are coming", you were told the Coven was coming, and now we are here.
Zombie, you aren't making it to Skrabz, and the Maidens colonization of Mile Hile is already crumbling. Sunday Night isn't going to be Independence Day, but it will be the Batlle of Saratoga.
Oh, you don't know what that is? Read a book, you stupid a$s b*tch.
(Solomon pulls the bullet down and grabs the Colt from the tailgate. He flips the revolver open, and five of the six chambers are alresdy full. Solomon slips the bullet into the sixth chamber and flips the revolver closed. Solomon begins walking, and as the camera turns to follow him, something is seen in the distance.
Solomon walks a few yards and then stops, and the object in the distance can now be made out. There are three life size targets, a photo of each opponents face is stapled to each target. Solomon spits his Newport out, and without taking his eyes off of down rangs, begins to speak again.)
Solomon Cain: How do you kill a Zombie? You gotta go for the head, everyone knows that. More specifically, you have to damage the brain stem. Well, Wendy I'm going to damage your brain stem, and every other part of that pretty little head of yours. Let me ask you Zombie, what's in your head?
We've already established that it isn't a mind capable of thinking for itself. So, what the f**k is going on in there? Do you really think that you are the baddest motherf**ker walking the face of the Earth, because that is how you try to carry yourself. You think that in a match with Jansen and I, two members of the Coven, you got a snowballs chance in hell of winning? What, you think Tyke is gonna have your back?
You really let that, "Zombie is the female Solomon Cain" hype go to your head. You have a very much undeserved inflated ego. You really let that hype go to your head, and you think you are the second coming of the Lost Child. Truth is Zombie, there's only two things we have in common, one we both got some foul mouths, and two, we both like pu$sy.
You talk about my obsession with Sam Hamilton, but look at you going after my sloppy seconds of Ricky Stanton. Sh*t, you want the number of the girl I lost my virginity to in the seventh grade? See if you can't crawl up in that, because apperantly you got a thing for pu$sies I've already beat up. Or, you could slide into Sam's room one night, she'll take it however she can get it.
(Solomon looks back over his shoulder, and smirks. He holds the Colt 45 up, and turns his head back to face down range. Solomon pulls the hammer back, and says "what's in your hear?", and then squeezes the trigger.
There is a loud bang and the bullet pierces the head of the target with Zombies photo on it. The shot echos through the wide open Monument Valley. Solomon turns and smirks.)
Solomon Cain: You gotta get a Zombie in the head. Well, you're gonna take plenty of head shots Sunday night. The kill shot though, comes courtesy of a burnout. Nothing like having the entire weight of your body spiked on the crown of your skull, to damage that brain stem. The answer to what's in your head, will be your f**king spinal cord.
(Solomon moves down the line to the next target, which has a picture of Tyke Index stapled to it. Solomon looks at the target, and his face begins to show contempt.)
Solomon Cain: Tyke Index, you squirmy, little f**k. I'm so glad you are in this match. Your b*tch a$s been ducking and dodging me since Rise Again, but now I'm finally going to get to exact revenge on you. You know what Tupac said about revenge right? Getting revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pu$sy.
(Solomon pulls the hammer back on the Colt and aims it at the target. Solomon fires a shot, and then another. Both bullets pierce the abdominal area of the target. Solomon turns to the camrea with a look of anger, and begins to speak as he lowers the .45 to his side.)
Solomon Cain: For you dipsh*ts out there wondering, no I wasn't off target, I hit right where I was aiming. Gut shot... and do you know why it's a gut shot? See, gut shots don't kill you immediately like a gunshot to the head or heart. Instead, it punctures the gut, so bacteria spreads all over your insides. Over time, the bacteria grows and causes pain until you suffer a painful lingering death from infection. You bleed and rot from the inside.
That is what I want for you Tyke, a slow and painful death, where you linger and agonize in pain. While Jansen is exacting her revenge on Zombie, I'll be exacting mine on you.
What? Did you think I just forgot about that sh*t that went down with us? You think I forgot about you beating me with a chair and hanging me? F**K NO! I didn't forget one d@mn bit, I was just preoccupied with Ricky Stanton. What were you doing while I was kicking Stanton's a$s? Oh yeah, that's right, beating up a female commentator. Sh*t, you're a real tough guy Tyke.
(Solomon's angry face cracks with a slightly amused smile. He shakes his head from side to side and runs his hand through his beard.)
Solomon Cain: That seems to be your deal though Tyke. You lauel people into a false confidence by making them think you are just some pathetic b*tch. Oh, wait, you're supposed to be crazy though, right? Sh*t, I spent my whole life around crack heads and fiends, and they act just like you. You aren't crazy Tyke, you're just a tweaking fiend.
Because of the way you act, people take you lightly, sh*t, I know I did.I thought you were just some little pu$sy a$s b*tch, but you actually have skills. I thought I was going to walk into Rise Again, put my boot up your a$s, string you up, and call it night. Well, you were more game then I had thought. I took you lightly and you caught me slipping, and that mistake is on me. That's my bad, but it won't happen again.
You know why I like history? We learn from history, and those who don't, will make the same mistakes that others have. What's that's old saying? Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it. Well, I learned my lesson on underestimating you Tyke, and that sh*t ain't happening again.
I know what you are now Tyke. Your veil was pulled back and you were exposed to me, and now I'll expose you to the world. I'm coming into this match in the best shape of my life, both physically and mentally. I'm not coming into this match already looking past you to the afterparty, like last time. This time I'm focused, I've got back up, and I'm ready to go... this time I'm looking right at you and have revenge on my mind.
Ha, revenge on Tyke Index while earning a shot at Skrabz, I guess you really can have your cake and eat it too.
(Solomon quickly spins around, raising the .45 while cocking it, and then squeezes off a shot that pierces the head of the target with Zombies photo on it. Solomon turns back around, looking at the camera.)
Solomon Cain: I didn't want Zombie to think I forgot about her alresdy. Na, don't worry Zombie, there's plenty of a$s whopping to go around for everyone.
(Solomon smirks and then walks to the third and final target, the one with Jansen Myrrh's photo on it. Solomon stands portrait to the camera and the target. Solomon exhales with a big sigh.)
Solomon Cain: Ahhh, Jansen, this is going to be complicated. Actually, f**k that, it isn't complicated at all. When you came to me with the Coven proposal I told you I wanted Skrabz, and you told me you wanted him too. Well sh*t, looks like our paths crossed real d@mn quick. I'm sure it's just a coincidence though, and in no way has anything to do with us stealing Daddy Mack's little girl away from him.
F**k Robby, that's some petty sh*t, even for you. Well Jansen, I'll say something to you I've never said to an opponent before, good luck.
(Solomon raises the Colt and fires. The bullet pierces the leg of the target with Jansens photo on it. Solomon turns back around with a very strange smile on his face.)
Solomon Cain: I don't want to take you out Jansen, and I don't want you to die a slow agonizing death like Tyke. I just want you to stay out of my way. When we formed this army, we knew we would be going to war, but we didn't know it would be with each other. So, I'll tell you this right now Jansen, don't hold back.
Give this match everything you have, and give me everything you have. I know you want Skrabz and the Ultimate Championship, and I know you are willing to do whatever it takes to get it, but you know how bad I want it too, and you know I'm willing to go just as far if not farther. So, give me your all, and there will be no hard feelings. I just hope you can say the same thing.
That Ultimate Championship is what it is all about, and the Coven has a fifty percent chance of winning Sunday night. Now, the odds would tell you, both Tyke and Zombie have a twenty five percent chance of winning Sunday. Let's be honest though, they don't stand a f**king chance at all.
The Coven is taking over Mile High, and one of us, rather it be Jansen or myself, are walking out of Throw Down with a ticket to the main event of Black Magic.
(Solomon holds the Colt up beside his face, and an evil smirk comes across for his.)
Solomon Cain: If you've been keeping count, I've fired five shots. So, who's the last bullet for? Skrabz, I've got one shot left, AND THIS TIME! I won't f**king miss.
(Solomon turns to look down range as the scene fades out.)
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face and
Let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say
Hey man nice shot
A good shot man
Thats why I say
Hey man nice shot
What a good shot man
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JUNE 10TH, 2019
Denver, Colorado
Red Roof Inn Motel Suits
11am
I couldn’t move, my shoulders were buried deeply and my mind kept wandering back to last night, wandering back to times where I wasn’t sure if I would make it out of the Magness Arena alive. As I slumped into the seat of my motel apartment, slurped on my modestly dry Wild Turkey and burped out a sea of soil which probably sank itself deep into my soul last night. I felt at one with Planet Earth and not just because of the dirt which had camouflaged and baked a right delicious looking cake upon my face, but because last night something special happened, last night I lay beneath the stars surrounded by sleeking worms and cracking debris, listen closely enough and I could hear a four digit amount of voices scream in unison at the potential demise of me, Tyke Index.
I was supposed to be making a triumphant return to Mile High Wrestling, supposed to be delivering a statement of intent, perching a marker for the rest of the world to follow suit, yet here I lay deep beneath everyone else, floating aimlessly in an ocean of dirt. Wendy ‘Zombie’ Stevens placed me here, placed me here to rot, placed me here for anything but salvation and as I closed my eyes I could see these vivid interpretations of visual decay, these haunting nightmares that appeared wrapped like a package of dreams. I would unwrap these packages one at a time until suddenly I was surrounded, surrounded by insecurity, surrounded by perilous last breaths, every breath potentially my last and surrounded by the warmth of obscurity. See down here I was obscure, down here it didn’t mattered what I done or more importantly what I never done. I wondered how I ended up here in the first place, not physically but mentally, my body might have been wretched in bruises and scars but mentally I had went to places a train ticket couldn’t fulfil, places air miles couldn’t fetch, then it dawned on me.
I was home.
I began to shake my arms and legs about, writhering my limbs free, bleeding my mind dry of impetus. I was safe here, safe in the arms of a wide open space contained in the most claustrophobic of surroundings. I wanted this moment to remain forever, I wanted to stay here one more night, I never wanted to go. I had Zombie to thank for this, I had Zombie to thank for everything, Zombie cared about me like nobody I had ever met, she was a face like no other, beautiful in her creation and malicious in her intent, something was just ridiculously beautiful about it all, even when she was shovelling all that dirt into my eyeballs and covering me brown, I wanted her to be my wife.
I sat down with my business advisor Harvey Goodfellows for a few hours, he would tell me a few times with spittle lunging from his lungs that I was lucky to be alive, fortunate to be sipping on a Wild Turkey, courteous to be in the company of another human being. I wasn’t buying it, though, I was happy down there, nobody could bother me; I was at peace. I would remember the 9th of June for the rest of my life, don’t be sad that it’s over they say; just be thankful that it happened. I’m grateful that Zombie happened, I wanted to see her one more time but I would need to be patient, I would need to bide my time.
Sunday July 23rd , 2019
Denver, Colorado
Magness Arena
8.45pm
His beard was dripping with alcohol, his demeanour broken, his actions tormented, I watched as Solomon Cain staggered around the ring from the back as he tried to find his soul, word was he had left it in a bottle of Jack. As he looked around the Magness Arena unable to find the answers he was looking for, searching for some sort of reason, an explanation as to why the Lost Child was in Denver without the Mile High Championship, yet all he had to do this whole time was look no further than his very own hands. At arms-length he held a bottle of Jack Daniels, 40% proof and 100% life deterioration, boy was Solomon deteriorating at a faster pace than even I had ever imagined possible. I glanced at the monitor in my tiny hollow dressing room, standing beside Harvey Goodfellows, Harvey had a wry icy stare in his eyes, similar to most the males and females in the back, Harvey wasn’t so sure what he was witnessing.
A blade would appear in his other hand, an incredibly sharp one, Solomon was either bluffing us all or he was planning to visit the same cemetery I had witnessed just two weeks before. As liquid tears dripped down his cheeks and dabbed onto the ring mat, Solomon wasn’t joking around here, he was no longer capable of joking or being a coherent vehicle for any sort of rational human behaviour, Solomon was a broken mess, a vessel of self-destruction, in that split second I made a judgment call, one that would live with both I and Solomon forever.
I left my dressing room, picked up a steel chair lying around in the foyer area next to where Emily Falls was watching the same mutilation the rest of us were and darted for the ring. I had ten seconds, one opportunity and zero space for error. As I entered through the outstretched hands of the crowd and slithered behind the Lost Child, I sensed his empty body language dissipate into the thin air of Denver as I smashed that chair relentlessly over his head. Solomon would fall and fall hard, fall harder than he had ever fell before, fall harder than even I expected, I glanced at my hands and then glanced back at the flailing lost child, I had caused this, I had caused it all, this was on my watch. I knew I had saved Solomon but why? As I looked around the arena, most of whom were staring back at me with their hands clasped around their heads, they couldn’t believe it; they couldn’t believe that Tyke Index of all people would save Solomon Cain.
Why Tyke why they would ask.
Why?
Why?
Why?
I wanted to see Solomon in the light, I wanted to prosper in the same darkness he was trying to hide from; I wanted to embrace the same misery he was languishing flawlessly in and in time I would.
Sunday 1st September
Denver, Colorado
Magness Arena
8pm
I had to do it, I had no option, but now, now I had no escape. Last night I kicked Jen Vellejos in the head, she told she didn’t want to go to Coke Mountain, but she had to, she had to be reborn. Reborn like myself thanks to Zombie and reborn like Solomon Cain thanks to me, me Tyke Index. That’s my name and anything I say can and should not be given in evidence.
As I exited the police station I looked through my phone book, I had to find out who my guardian angel was, who had saved me from a custodial sentence. I was about to go and buy some flowers for Katrina Mack or purchase the limited edition platinum pressing of ‘Me Against the World’ by the illustrious Tupac for Yours Truly and my good friend Lance Mikes, I was certain it was one of those two absolute delights.
My cellular was twitching in my pocket, fixing to be answered, I glanced at the name on the screen; it was Jansen Myrhh. As I pressed the green for go button and lifted the dialler to my ears, there I could hear for the first time, the warm gesturing of Miss Myrhhder informing me that I owed her a favour.
That favour? A Mile High Ultimate Championship match, in two weeks I would take that championship from that little fucker Skrabz and the first thing I would do after that? Grant Jansen a crack at the gold; sounds simple enough right? I mean, let’s face it; there was no way I would lose to Skrabz, not today, not any day.
I even gestured to Miss Myrhhder that I would send her a weave JUST in case she needed one on the 16th of September; I think my humour went unheard, but that’s fine, Jansen and I were friends, very good friends, we could leave it at that for now.
September 15th, 2019
Denver, Colorado
Pepsi Arena
10pm
I walked through the curtain as my entrance music played, I remember looking around the crowd and seeing a lot of flashes, a lot of pictures, a lot of posters, people making noise, people angry, people sad, people like me just happy to be alive. I stepped into the ring and fixated my eyes to the top of the ramp, tonight was the night, tonight I would become the Ultimate Champion. I handed over my Phoenix Championship to the referee and backed into my corner; I waited and waited and waited and waited for my friend Skrabz to arrive.
Skrabz kept me waiting so long that I almost forgot what I was doing there, I was wondering why people were looking at me, laughing at me, attempting to decimate my self-worth and confidence before a bell was even rung. I was above that, though, I was above everyone here and then it happened; I swing my fist hard at Skrabz, I swing so hard for the fences that I almost score a home run and then it happens; I touch down, I score.
That, that, that’s the last thing I remember from that night.
September 16th, 2019
Saint Joseph Hospital
Denver, Colorado
9am
I could see these grubby lights above my head, ultra violet televisions at either side of my body showing green lasers and a plethora of pulsating dots, my wrists were bound by handcuffs with an underlayer of wristbands. I was confused, was I in jail? Was I in hospital? Was I being held captive? To make matters worse, my Phoenix and Ultimate Championship was nowhere to be found. My head, though, FUCK!
I looked above my head and seen a bed board with my name on it, “TYKE”.
Well, how cute is that? I was on first name terms with my captive friend, whoever they may be…
Suddenly this woman appears, she’s wearing this super sleek white coat and carrying a clip board, she even looks at me a handful of times before asking if I know why or how I ended up here. I bite my tongue and wait for her to tell me, I want her to fill in every single gap that I have ever missed; I needed this woman to present the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth in its most pure form.
“You suffered bad concussion last night; please try not to move your head too much”.
Next thing you know that sexy bitch I kicked in the head Jen Vallejos is marching into my ward armed with two spicy looking coppers and a lawyer, her lawyer. Without much room for flowing verbatim, Jen punctuates her lips with the words I thought would never leave her perfectly formed mouth.
“Get yourself a lawyer bitch, see you in court”.
So I did and I would.
Sunday 6th October
Las Vegas, Nevada
The Venue
9pm
NOT GUILTY.
Merely minutes after reaching the top of the ramp, there I was star gazing one more time. I’m not sure I even had the chance to thank the impressionably and immaculately intellectually driven Aloysius Marcus Vance IV upon my departure, so sudden was the arrival of a destructive atomic bomb courtesy of Jansen Myrhh.
I should have been spending my first few moments as an innocent, free man waltzing around with my chicken dipper out in the poultry aisle of Walmart telling anyone that would listen how awesome I was and how I done what I said I would all along, but no, stargazing, always stargazing.
All I remember was trying to lift my shoulders off the steel ramp but nothing was moving, I glanced up at the towering Myrhh who was staring down at me, she was so angry bits of soggy drool was dripping from her mouth, I could barely see her pearly whites shimmer beneath the foggy shades of rage lambasting from her huge fortress of a vocal palate, this was one buffet I wanted no chair at the table to be a part of.
I squinted my eyes towards the massive cinema screen titan tron thingy that had lots of pixels on it, I could see what looked like the logo of that gothic stable that had been threatening to implode upon Mile High Wrestling for months, the Coven I think they were called? As I lay dormant on the ground, all I could think about was that time I left Solomon Cain floundering from a noose, suddenly my mind would spring to being back to six foot under in a state of semi consciousness at the hands of Zombie, I was really starting to miss the contagion of isolation, I wanted to be alone and in a way I was. Only problem was I was alone with a huge bear who was still angry at losing her hair a few weeks back, I had even heard rumours that Jansen was still incredibly angry about a certain someone not returning a favour, oh, I wonder who that could be.
I turned my head round and seen AMV IV walk past me to the back, I must have been laying here for around five minutes, if only I could get back to my feet and ask AMV IV for the second favour in as many weeks that I required of him and more so that adorable dead man Reaper, see, Jansen wasn’t the only one seeking favours around here. Selfish bitch was making it impossible for me to be anywhere but the cold hard floor of some venue in Las Vegas though. Suddenly it dawned on me that everyone was having fun in Vegas apart from me, typical, bloody typical.
11th October, 2019
Phoenix, Arizona
Phoenix Airport Marriott Hotel
1pm
I guess that’s why we are here now, 11th October 2019 and on Sunday everything comes full circle, ironically enough in Phoenix. I sat looking at the shitty television in my apartment, playing back a broadcast of both Solomon Cain and Wendy Stevens saying their part, I couldn’t help but notice how convicted both were in their words, both solemnly indebted to their own hype, both genuinely believing that now was their time, that it should be Zombie going on to face Skrabz at Black Magic, that it should be Solomon Cain, our Lost Child getting a crack at the Ultimate Championship.
For weeks now, Jansen Myrhh had been reading from the same rhetoric, insisting that despite losing her hair, half a dozen matches and even being stupid enough to trust Tyke Index it was her and not Solomon Cain, it should be her and not Wendy Stevens, IT WAS HER not me that should be in the driving seat for a shot at Skrabz.
To quote my old pal Skrabal Stanzas himself. K.
I had spent my entire life being vulnerable, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin, hanging out with all the wrong people and taking all the wrong advice but even I knew that this was the best situation I had been in for months.
I grabbed that bottle of Wild Turkey I hadn’t touched since May and poured myself a lovely little glass of mellow yellow on the rocks, I put my feet up and indulged in my surroundings – a visual representation of Solomon Cain cutting about some mountains like an absolute buffoon, I never did like Westerns neither I did.
Though, I did admire his jacket, it looked adorable, it even had a little Coven badge on the pocket. He looked like a Fisher Price red neck now or at the very least a 14 year old emo waiting to go see Marilyn Manson on a rainy, miserable and wet Wednesday afternoon. Solomon as usual, had quite a fair bit to say about me, as did Zombie preceding the nonsense I was currently viewing. I couldn’t help but think I should have gotten myself a nice little tea towel to soak up all this attention I was getting these days.
Last month nobody wanted to talk to me and now, now I was in the top 8 of everyone’s friends list, I should probably throw a party, one where everyone is invited, one where there is no door policy, inclusive to the point you feel exclusive. See, that’s the thing – Zombie, Solomon Cain and Jansen were in exclusive company, they were in MY company.
I had listened for weeks as once again people were writing Tyke Index off, as people tried to belittle my achievements, berate my confidence, make fun of me and the prospect of going to jail again. Yet, I wasn’t sitting in an ice cold cell with a frozen chick pea sandwich and a derelict mattress so thin that you could taste the unforgiving drizzly concrete beneath it. No, I was sitting in a five star hotel drinking my favourite bourbon in a sizzling hot room, watching these absolute whore mongers try to grab my attention. There was something really fascinating and curiously inducing about watching grown adults pander to each other about who had the biggest gang of absolute idiots, who had the most members and whose daddy had a bigger cock.
Let’s get real, the Coven and the Shieldmaidens were marching about like extras in a Village People music video and while it was all very funny, at times hilarious, soon it would have to stop. I would stop it.
I knew deep down I had unfinished business with everyone in this match, in a very surreal instance I realized that in the space of four months every single person in this scenario had tried to leave me for dead, all three wanted me dead, all three probably believe things would be better off if I was dead.
Here’s the thing, though, I’m not dead. After everything thrown my way this year, I am not hanging from a noose, I am not six foot under and I am not stargazing at a hairless freak. No, I am still standing and continue to stand. Love me, hate me, fuck me, whatever, I am the best athlete walking this planet. I couldn’t help but smile at how much fun I would have walking into the territory of the Shieldmaidens and the Coven on Sunday just to absolutely lose my shit and cause some complete piles of nonsense that no single person in this world could keep up with. Like I said in May, Wendy, I’ve been patient.
See, I might have lost a few marbles, I might have even lost my Phoenix Championship but I did keep one thing safe. I kept a ticket, a ticket straight back to the top of Coke Mountain and I knew and THEY knew that this Sunday I was checking back in for another crack at the Ultimate Championship.
Hi Skrabz, I believe we’ve met.
As I glanced down at my phone I could see a missed text from my recent and most memorable acquaintance, the right honourable AMV IV.
“Call me soon”
Oh, I will AMV, I will…
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 9:40:32 GMT -6
It had been a few days since Ammo. As each day passed, Jansen Myrrh knew she needed to cut a promo for her match - the fatal four way match on Throwdown and the winner would be in the main event for Black Magic taking on Skrabz for the Ultimate Championship.
Jansen could feel that title shot almost in her grasp as she drove down to the gym for another day of training. Maho was riding shotgun and Jansen was so grateful for her because if there’s someone who could center Jansen, it was Maho. Before her arrival, Jansen could feel herself slipping, losing it. All the actions she took leading up to Spectacular 2, you made out of desperation and now that Maho was by her side, she felt less of that particular feeling.
She turns to Maho and in her broken Japanese said, “I think I want to do that promo this morning before we get started.”
Maho thought about it for a moment and nodded, “Sure, I think we can do that. You feeling it now? I’ve been waiting for you to want to do this all week and you’ve been procrastinating.”
Jansen blinked as Maho said ‘procrastinating’ in Japanese and Jansen had no idea what that word was.
Maho rolls her eyes, “You’ve been putting it off.” She reiterated the word for procrastination in Japanese and Jansen smiles and nods.
“Perhaps a little nervous, I guess. It’s the biggest match of my career which could lead to the biggest match of my career. You know how badly I want this.” Jansen goes silent and looks at the road as they drive.
“He would be proud of you, Jansen.”
Jansen turns to look at her friend and nods her head, smiling. “I know,” she finally admits as she pulls into the gym parking lot.
ON CAMERA
There is a dim room, with a single light shining down on the form of masked Jansen Myrrh. Behind her, arms crossed over her chest is Maho.
“Impact has been made and the Coven has driven a stake into the heart of Mile High Wrestling. You see, since nearly the opening of Mile High Wrestling, the Shieldmaidens were the talk of the promotion. Shieldmaiden this, Shieldmaiden that. If I have to be real to you Shieldmaidens, your crew hasn’t been all that since the departure of RJ Mitchell and Forge. With those two, the Shieldmaidens were fierce, feared even. Now I know Forge wasn’t a Shieldmaiden, obviously but his presence added to the persona of the Shieldmaidens.”
In the dimly lit room, Jansen begins to pace back and forth in front of the camera, disappearing almost completely as she reaches the left and right limits of the single light that hangs above them. Maho watches her walk, though doesn’t otherwise move.
“From the day that I walked into Mile High Wrestling as a wide eyed young girl who wanted so badly to be a professional wrestler, to walk in the footsteps of her World Champion uncle, it was always about the Shieldmaidens. Even when I put out former MHW Champion Candi Bratton, yeah, I was talked about for a week, but then it was back to Shieldmaidens. And then what happened? Mile High closed down. So, what did I do? I travelled. I went all around the world, trying to better myself as a wrestler. I ended up in Japan where I met Maho. Where I met Double Team Ihari.”
“You see from the time I was five years old, all I ever wanted was to be a professional wrestling. I wanted to be a World Champion. I wanted to do my uncle Dandy proud. This is why I’ve taken it upon myself to find others like myself and form a group called Coven.”
“So the question that you might be asking is why? Why did there need to be a Coven? From the moment I returned to MHW, I saw what I was going to be up against. Vebbins. Stevens. Hamilton. Skrabz. Before I even arrived back into MHW, I was working behind the scenes to put together this group of misfits. This group of outsiders. This group of like minded individuals who felt the same way that I did. That the status quo in MHW has to change. How long has Skrabz been the champ? What about the tag champions? Vebbins was a long reigning champion until she ran into Jansen Myrrh. While people like myself, Solomon Cain, Leah, DTI and especially Emily Falls were pushed around and pushed to the side. If I hadn’t jumped Vebbins at Rise Again, I would never have received my Throwdown Championship match. When I lost my championship to Zombie, I knew that if I didn’t do something that opportunity would go to someone else. So, I put my hair on the line. Unfortunately, things didn’t go my way because I was not 100% focused on the task. In the background, I was working relentlessly to put together Coven and making sure that all the pieces were put into the right spot.”
“But you see, now I’m focused. I’ve replaced the relic that was Paul Banter and am being trained by someone who would work circles around that old fat man. But the Throwdown Championship is no longer my aim. It’s time for Jansen Myrrh to take her rightful place at the top. It’s time for Jansen Myrrh to sit upon the throne of MHW and wear the Ultimate Championship as my crown. It’s time for the gold to come to the Coven.”
“In his infinite wisdom, Daddy Mack has put together a fatal four way to determine the challenger for Daddy Rap’s Ultimate Championship. But the numbers do not lie. Jansen Myrrh is one of the best in MHW right now and is rightfully placed in this fatal four way. But who else is involved? Let’s talk about the Throwdown Champion, Zombie.”
“I’m no stranger to Zombie and I to her, but if for one moment that Zombie thinks that the Jansen Myrrh she faced at Spectacular 2 is the same Jansen Myrrh she’s going to face at Throwdown, she had better reconsider because this Jansen Myrrh is leaner, faster, stronger and smarter than the Myrrh she faced a few weeks ago. On top of that, her and her whole faction was embarrassed by the Coven just a couple weeks ago and they are still licking their wounds. You got your win a few weeks ago, you got to cut my hair and you got to gloat about being the one to shave Jansen Myrrh bald. But there’s nothing you’re going to be able to say but that Jansen Myrrh was the better wrestler after my hand is raised after Throwdown.”
“And Tyke Index. How does that song go? A long time ago, we used to be friends. Well, a long time ago was only a few weeks ago. When I was the only one to answer your call when your ass got locked up for being a bully to Jen. Not going to lie, it was actually pretty damn funny to watch. But your problem is that you’re not that bright. Committing an assault on video like that? Pretty damn dumb, my friend. But, I came down and bailed your ass out of jail so you could compete at Throwdown on Sunday. And you have no idea how difficult that was because you got locked up on a Saturday, you idiot. You should have been in jail until at least Monday, but because I was able to talk to someone and pay a little extra money, you were out in time to compete. And how do you return that favor? Name calling? Are you kidding me? You’re going to criticize me for forming Coven after what I did for you? When I bailed you out of jail, I told you that you owed me a favor and I intend to collect on that favor, and so help me God, if you renege on that favor, I will bring the wrath of Coven down upon you in such a way that it’ll make the beating we gave the Shieldmaidens last week look like a playground scuffle. So, when I ask you for this favor, you better choose wisely because you’ve made it very clear that our friendship is done. Once I get my favor, then you can do as you please.”
“And that leaves me to the last competitor in this fatal four way, my brother in the Coven, Solomon Cain. I’m pretty sure that this is some ploy by Robbie Mack to get a bit of revenge on us for stealing his daughter away to become a member of the Coven. Well, let me say this to you, big boss man. Do you watch your own damn show? Do you see how much of a disappointment you are to your own daughter? All she wanted to do was be your kid and you gave her this other name with a stupid gimmick and made her keep your relationship a secret and basically just broke that kids heart. Don’t blame Coven for what has happened to her. Don’t even blame her. You look in the mirror and you blame your own damn self. What you saw in that ring after the show went off the air when she put you down.. What you saw on Ammo last week.. That’s all you. Your fault. So go ahead and pit me against other members of the Coven. All you’ve done is given us the advantage. All you’ve done is guarantee that one member of Coven will be in that title match at Black Magic. You see, you cannot split us apart by putting us in the ring together. Whether it’s Solomon Cain or Jansen Myrrh in the main event of Black Magic, the only difference is that Cain has already been in that spot. And even though he didn’t get the job done, Skrabz was the golden boy of the promotion. Now, not so much. People are begging for him to get his ass beat. I promise you this, by the time Black Magic is over, one member of the Coven will be standing tall in that ring as the new Ultimate Champion. So, Solomon Cain, as you said, bring it. If you win, I will support you one hundred percent in your match against Skrabz and I know if the roles are reversed that you would do the same.”
“This is the single biggest match of my career. This time there are no distractions, no behind the scenes shenanigans, and no crazy stipulations. The first pinfall wins the match. I plan to be the one to get that pinfall because I will not let this opportunity pass me by.”
Jansen finally stops pacing and looks directly into the camera.
“I haven't forgotten about you Skrabz, but you see my comments for you will have to wait until just before Black Magic and I promise you, I have plenty to say to you.”
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