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Like all things in life, there was indeed a reason Joseph had been a pacifist for so long. And he was overdue for a very specific visit. He had thus managed to get consent to borrow Sam’s bike so he could make a quick trip down to Florida.
”You damn well better return with that still in one piece,” Sam had teased.
The smile and kiss they shared were the last moments Joseph recalled from when he left the clubhouse. That had been … what? Twenty minutes ago?
Give or take. It wasn’t too long ago, that he knew for sure.
In hindsight, he probably should have left much sooner. The sun was already beginning to set, and if he did arrive quick enough, it’d be barely.
”Fuck,” Joseph murmured, sighing as he first heard a siren wailing. A quick peek in one of his mirrors hinted that it was indeed what he’d feared; a cop riding their own motorbike. Clicking his tongue in annoyance at himself, Joseph pulled over, the vehicle doing the same.
”I’m sorry. I guess I lost track, and ---”
”Huh. Well, I’ll be damned. Forge never said anything to me about a new Dragon. Then again, haven’t heard from him recently, either. He seems to have up and vanished from my radar.”
Though the actions looked calm, Joseph wasn’t feeling that way. He was nervous, and the only thing keeping that hidden was the visor. Unfortunately, it had to be removed in order for him to confirm something. A very vital, important ‘something’, in fact.
After removing the helmet and turning his head, he looked up.
And … found what he both expected and simultaneously dreaded seeing; a badge with a surname he had heard far too many times uttered by the other Shieldmaidens; Marchand.
”Joseph Martin Hunter, son of Ethan Martin Hunter. One of Fort Lauderdale’s best drug providers.”
Joseph merely scoffed, narrowing his eyes before mumbling a response.
”If you know that much, then you know I’m not involved in that business.”
”Yeah. I do know that. It’s just … almost funny in an ironic way. You stayed away from the drugs, but found a different source of trouble.”
To help emphasize his point, he pats Joseph’s cut.
”They really worth it? Hmm? You do know they work with cartels and shit, right? Them and the Maidens?”
A half-disappointed sigh passed Marchand’s lips. And yet .. the amused smirk did anything but reassure Joseph.
”Cute. Someone seems to have told you how to react to me. That or you’re smarter than you look.”
”Is there an actual problem, officer?”
”I could say your silence and failure to speak to me is one. That alone is more than enough for me to technically arrest you. But …”
Marchand shakes his head, chuckling lowly.
”That’d end our episode of sorts far too quickly. And that isn’t really my goal when all is said and done.”
”You’ve got a warped sense of humor, don’t you?”
Another chuckle is heard from Marchand as he pats Joseph’s shoulder, making him jerk slightly from the touch.
”You learn fast. Be glad I like you - that also helps in me agreeing to pretend I didn’t notice you speeding just a bit. So for now? No. I suppose there isn’t an actual problem. Have a nice ride, boy.”
Only after ensuring Marchand was very much out of sight and earshot did Joseph finally start reaching into the pocket of his jeans.
”Fucker,” he murmured, sending a quick text over to Sam with one word in it; Marchand.
Suffice to say, he got an almost immediate response back.
A weak smile appeared on Joseph’s face as he saw Sam manage to include the jest at his religious preference. Tucking the phone away, he turned Samantha’s motorcycle away and - after double and triple checking he wasn’t being followed - sped back to the Shieldmaiden’s clubhouse.
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Joseph had been quiet the entire flight to Denver. He knew hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Apparently, though, Marchand seemed to be especially great with screwing with people’s emotions. Because some false sense of guilt was still lingering in Joseph by the time ‘church’ was close to starting up.
”It’s fine,” Sam whispered softly, rubbing his shoulder.
” … It doesn’t feel like it, for some reason. I kinda feel like I may have made things worse than they already are.”
”I doubt it. You’re much smarter and in better control of your … outbursts than me. Anyway … the others will be over soon, I imagine. If things do get heated, it isn’t likely gonna be directed at you. Just be honest with us. Brutally so, if needed. Because that’s really gonna help out with this meeting. But before any of that? Chill and relax.”
Closing his eyes, Joseph leaned back in his seat before exhaling a long, deep breath.
”I will. Thanks, Sam.”
Just then, there’s a knock on the door. Once opened, they find Shieldmaidens’ VP Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing there along with fellow members, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Rogers.
“¿Quiubo, Parce?”
Sam starts to speak up before Joseph shakes his head.
”It’s fine. You only know the basics. I need to relay this, so …”
Steeling himself with one more breath, he looks to the other Shieldmaidens with a nervous but equally sincere look.
”So apparently … Marchand found and visited me while I was out and about. Aside from the cut, I don’t really know how he found my exact location. It was honestly kinda creepy that he just happened to locate me with no real problems. Has he always been that way?”
The door closes behind everybody and Aoife, Psycho and Bruiser just look to Bullet and Bandit, the two who have had the most interactions with the aforementioned Federal Marshall.
“In my experience…
Bullet nods.
“He has tended to come to me just as I’m about to need to talk to someone else while at work. Always seems to greet me with my full name, which, not even mi mama calls me that.”
Bandit nods her agreement.
“He came to me here… in Denver. I don’t know how he even knew I was here, but I was. I’d been given three business to scout for possible Maiden business opportunities. He came up out of nowhere as I was leaving the third one like he knew I would be all alone there and then.”
Joseph shakes his head upon hearing Bandit and Bullet relay their own experiences with Marchand.
”He could certainly give Snakebite a run for his money as one of the best stalkers I’ve had the misfortune of meeting.”
Knowing that isn’t the point, however, he first gathers his thoughts before continuing.
”He did the same too. Used my full name … and then went on to try to link me to drugs. Which … is only partly true. My dad used to provide and work for the cartel. Not sure which. He kept his ‘work’ very hush-hush. I didn’t even know he was involved until after his demise; that was how good he was at keeping his secrets. Tried to use psychological warfare or some shit against me. Questioned if I made the right move by becoming a Dragon since they sometimes deal with drugs also … something like that.”
Joseph shakes his head.
”He just left it at at that, agreeing to leave me be … for now. Rode off. I’m not really sure what his goal is. But before greeting me with his name, he hinted he hadn’t seen or spoken with Forge recently, and thus found it weird to see a new Dragon around.”
He stopped, hoping his thoughts were organized well enough to be understood. The tremors he’d managed to keep hidden on the flight over betrayed his voice as it started shaking a bit, causing Sam to frown and scoot a bit closer in an effort to help calm him down.
Bullet nods.
“The Dragons usually steer clear of drugs. They tend to be all about cars and illegal street racing and the like. Hot rodding things that really do not need to be hot rodded.”
She pauses before nodding in acknowledgement with a playful, knowing smirk.
“Ok, so I get to do that as well. But I’m also from Colombia and have family in the cartel thus the connection that is always just this close. We still do not know what he is truly after outside of he tends to pick people he thinks he has easy and special hammers to use on. Has he come to any of the rest of you?”
Aoife, Psycho and Bruiser all shake their heads in the negative.
Sam also shakes her head in the negative.
”Knowing me, though, he’s gonna try to make it more dramatic than usual. That’s all I can assume considering RJ found out he decided to let some ‘buddies’ from my past out of jail. Much earlier than they should have been let go, for that matter.”
A slight frown crosses Sam’s face as a new thought enters her head.
”Does Marchand work with others? Including hackers? Because I’m wondering if that’s partly why it’s taken the twins so long to locate my … assailants. I’m hoping it’s as simple as needing to pinpoint exact locations, but I may as well know if he could be tampering with their work also.”
Bullet considers this for a second and then shrugs grimly.
“I do not know but I can make some calls. Perhaps we should do that and then reconvene again after we’ve checked on things.
”Probably,” Samantha mutters in agreement, finally glancing over to Joseph.
”Did he ask or say anything else?”
”No. No, he didn’t.”
”You did well, all things considered.”
Taking note that Joseph’s shaking still hasn’t really ceased, she helps him up to his feet, nodding with more resolve than before.
”Yeah. Meeting up again after a few more hours is probably for the best.” A sly grin appears as The Titaness adds, ”I’ve never seen him this on edge. Think I may need to help calm him somehow.”
Making sure she keeps Joseph’s left arm draped over one shoulder, her empty hand raises as Sam waves to the other Shieldmaidens, helping guide Joseph out and into their own hotel room.
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”I finally get the whole concept of being haunted by one’s past now. When people say it’s annoying as fuck, damn. They’re legitimately serious. I see that, now more so than ever.”
The camera pans in on Joseph dressed, sitting atop the hotel bed. Mostly, anyway. He does have a shirt on, although it could be argued he may as well not. It’s unbuttoned and draped haphazardly over his skin. After staying silent for a good minute or so, he nods.
”Knowing fully well she wanted to go against you, I can’t help but feel I’m sorta stealing this match from Sam. Ah well. Maybe another day, perhaps. As much as the more optimistic side of me would love to say I have no qualms with you, that isn’t completely true, Tyke. I have yet to forget how you ‘greeted’ me before I officially started fighting in Mile High. Pretty immature. But then again, I suppose it’s hard to expect much better when you’re against someone who willingly indulges in something like cocaine.”
His expression remains calm. Neutral even as he continues.
”As someone who had a parent that also indulged in drugs, it just isn’t something I can agree with. Curious, Tyke; do you even come to the ring sober? I remember ‘Ruthless’ Eddie Rolan had his own issues with alcohol, hence why Jonny D made him take the breathalyzer. It’s hard to figure you out, though; mainly because you’ve been proving for the past few weeks that despite your ‘hobby’, you most certainly can fight.
“Not to say I ever discarded your capabilities. I’ve been beside Sam for seven years now. I’ve watched most, if not all, of her fights she’s partaken in, regardless of whether she was working for an organization or not. I saw exactly how you were able to keep possession of the Pure Championship for so long, and even how you were able to reclaim the HcW Heavyweight World Title. That wasn’t a fluke; I’ll acknowledge and admit that. However …”
Joseph shakes his head from side to side.
”As you’ve - hopefully - seen by now, this is definitely not HcW. In your own regards, you’ve certainly made an impact here. With that being said and done, however, I’d like to think I have too. For once, I could actually agree with everything I heard uttered from Snakebite as of last week before he went into his match. Yeah, I have grown. More in an emotional sense than any other, but .. it’s the changes that matter more than the how part. Of course, most of those alterations were from Snakebite himself, but …”
Joseph shrugs.
”Better late than never. I’m probably digressing a bit, but there is a point to all of this.”
He leans forward slightly, continuing to talk to the camera.
”So let’s see here … Lexi, Mosh, and Emily have all seen I’m not ‘easy competition’. You may have tried to give that impression with your immature ‘ambush’ when you last faced Forge. But tomorrow, I’m going to show you my own in-ring displays also haven’t been flukes. You will easily be one of my toughest opponents prior to Good Time arriving. I’m already prepared for one hell of a fight. But regardless of how our fray goes, I can leave with my head held high. I am happy with how I’ve been able to change. And I’m even more satisfied that it’s been done in not only a positive manner, but for a significant person. Someone I truly care about.”
Joseph stops, looking contemplative for a bit before nodding.
”I suppose I never did get to properly thank you for helping Sam out during her rivalry with Snakebite. For that, you truly do have my appreciation. That being said, however, no means no.”
His expression becomes more serious as he continues to speak.
”Don’t think I didn’t notice you including Sam in a few of your recent promos. All including delusional thoughts on being … intimate with you. Reasons and circumstances are different now. The thing that has stayed the same, however, is she’s still opting to reject your advances. She may not be married like RJ, but she is taken. I expect you to respect that. Don’t even try to shift your gaze over to her. Just … no.”
Joseph’s eyebrows furrow as he finally crosses his arms over his chest.
”Alternatively, if you do try to disrespect her wishes .. then expect hell from me. Believe it or not, I’m not usually a jerk. But everyone thus far has kinda pushed me towards that direction. Mosh stupidly assumed I would be on a high horse and view myself as some clone of Forge.”
He scoffs at the memory, shaking his head.
”Sure, I do wanna make an impact like how Forge did. But even then? I’m not gonna bullshit myself or everyone on the roster and try to copy Forge. It’d be insulting, for one. But more than that? It’d be impossible. Different fighting styles, different appearances, different ages … yeah. There is literally no way I could ever try to become a literal copycat of Forge. Nor would I want to.”
Joseph reaches back, pulling his Chrome Dragon cut off of the sheets and slipping it back on.
”I’ll most definitely proudly represent his group. No questions asked. But I never had intentions on walking into Mile High and pretending to be exactly like him. Why Mosh got that foolish idea is beyond me. And then Emily was stupid to think I’d be an easy target because … fuck if I even understood her logic. Lack of, rather. And as far as Lexi goes?”
He shrugs.
”She didn’t even bother to do a promo. Literally didn’t say anything.”
Joseph pauses, borrowing a different page from Sam’s proverbial book and grabbing a bottle of water. After downing some of the contents, he looks back up to the lens.
”Can I actually do it? Could I beat Bullet? It’s something I’ve been asking myself, as well as heard from a few others. The answer?”
His head tilts.
”Honestly? I have no idea. But I know I’m damn well gonna try. I’m gonna give her the fight of her life; just like how I’ll do with you. Until I hear back from you, I fully intend on coming at you and fighting simply for business. Because it’s now my job. Don’t give me personal reasons, though; it’s not smart. Especially against me. I’ve been able to talk the talk and walk the walk; surely, you’ve seen that much. You can only sometimes do both of those. Sometimes due to the fact you have tasted defeat here in Mile High. While I am gonna attempt to stop your momentum, I know this for sure.”
Pointing his thumbs towards himself, Joseph dictates the following statement.
”I will be able to walk out of our fight, as I said earlier, with my head held high. Regardless of the outcome. Because for the first time in my life, I have something to be proud of. Damn proud of, to be more precise. I’ll see you soon, Tyke Index.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 17:25:34 GMT -6
April 23rd 2018, 1am
Several hours after HcW Doomsday in Lexington, Kentucky
The past month had really taken it out of me, my body sore and my mind swollen. Tonight I returned to HcW and the worst part about it all? Having to give some sort of bravado about what caused a renaissance of Tyke Index.
See, this month was supposed to be about finding myself – taking time to heal my body and most importantly realizing that other things did in fact exist beyond pro
wrestling, yet here I am at 1am trying to find someone else.
I was trying to find the location of Samantha Hamilton, our ‘Titaness’ had shown vulnerability this week and not for the first time and while I was painting this happy
friendship on television, off it? Well off it couldn’t be further from the truth. See, for those not following HcW – let me bring you up to speed and make it real simple for
you.
I am the pawn on a board featuring kings, queens and horses.
Snakebite had taken things too far once again and was threatening to go gung ho on Samantha Hamilton, the pair of them had been at each others throats all months
and my role has always been to sterilize and normalize the situation with an unmatched empathy.
Big brother Tyke, yeah something like that.
In the space of a month I would retrieve Samantha from a crazy and maniacal Snakebite, there would be gun shots, love triangles and hell at some points I even think
Sam wanted me to read her a chapter of Lord of the Flies at bed time.
Pretending to care, though? It really took its toll and here is the thing. I genuinely did care and as I snooped endlessly tonight trying to ensure the safety of Samantha I
realized something truly tragic. I was the only one who could save her, this guy typing the tweet? He was a real sweetheart, king of the small talk and I genuinely think
he meant well.
Joseph Hunter though? He wasn’t the sort of guy I would take to war with me. Ultimately, he was weak just like Snakebite, just like Rob, just like every other guy
Samantha had dipped her pants to the floor for.
Then there was me, this guy suddenly sitting beside her bed in the hospital holding her hand, a real man.
As I kneeled down and looked in the eyes of Samantha I could see someone dying to be the weak link for a change, dying to be submissive and converged as an after-
thought of a life without having to constantly look after someone else. I got it, I really did; for ten years though not romantically attached I would have to carry the
career of guys like Lance Mikes and Harvey Goodfellows.
Deep down there was a Samaritan in all of us, but this Samaritan? This Samaritan had ran his course and as I answered the call one more time and ensured Samantha
was safe, somewhere down the line I realized and she realized that this would be the last time we would ever interact in such a fruitful fashion. I was well and truly
tired of being the reliable big brother and being brought into programs with lunatics, I was enough lunatic for ten people never mind having to cater after others.
As I arrived back in the hotel room after making sure Samantha was alright, Harvey was sitting on the edge of the bed in the room desperate for a scoop, like the rest
of the world he wanted to know just what had happened yet he would be wildly disappointed by the truth – nothing ever did happen, there was only one person in that
hospital room who wanted something to happen and that person? That person was not Tyke Index.
Honest.
So you can imagine how upset I was when I heard the shit said about me as I lay in bed that night, dirtsheets would disintegrate into disposable trash and tabloids
would melt ink onto pages just like they always did, everyone wanted to know what was going on with Tyke Index and Samantha Hamilton – everyone except Joseph
Hunter.
See, Joseph Hunter was the one guy who knew everything from his role in this Oscar award winning soap opera to the role of Samantha and hell even myself. Snakebite would forever agonize and torture himself with jealousy but Joseph couldn’t allow that, see as stupid as Snakebite was he never really needed me he just believed that he needed me because he had always been stupid enough to allow himself to be manipulated and contrived by a lack of self-belief that emanated from hanging around and becoming romantically involved with a woman stronger than he would ever be.
Joseph Hunter on the other hand was smarter than that and realized that he could use me to his advantage, Joseph could use Tyke Index and that’s just what he would do on nights like tonight. Joseph Hunter wanted to be seen as the brains of this operation while utilizing Tyke Index, utilizing me as the brauns of the entire debacle and you know what? That’s absolutely fine.
I get it. Joseph Hunter for all his good intentions knew he would never be able to take a mad man like Snakebite out and that’s why he was so goddamn smart. What
made him smarter and coy was his insightful knowledge that would have me painted as this sadistic bad dude who literally tries to kill Snakebite while he looks like the
soft faced innocent mothers favourite who wouldn’t harm a soul.
See, somewhere lost in translation was the fact Joseph Hunter had real intentions and I could tell that he had a wild streak, like a really really wild streak.
Joseph Hunter was manipulating Tyke Index like Tyke Index was manipulating Snakebite.
Joseph Hunter was willing to kill and only he knew it but his first kill would come on his watch and his watch alone, for that I commended him; there was something
really sexy about it.
His swagger was his diligence and his diligence surrounded him like a guard of honour. I was that guard of honour and then? Then I turned off the television and walked
away.
I walked away…
23/8/2018
Magness Arena in Denver, Colorado.
I sat for hours thinking about that night and then realized there was no point in torturing myself anymore, besides I had been used, I had always wanted to be used
just not by Joseph Hunter. I wanted to be used by Samantha Hamilton.
Yet, our paths couldn’t have been further away from crossing these days – instead I would be paired with a guy who picks up the soap for a guy I vanished to the
shadows.
Hi Forge.
Joseph was someone I wanted to become friends with, that way I could be invited to parties with Sammie again. Coming to think of it I could invite them to a Bar
Mitzvah and he could be her plus one, maybe we could go swimming together. I started to write some words on a letter that would eventually turn into an invitation.
I wanted all the Chrome Dragons and Shieldmaidens to come down as well, after all I have heard all of them really like me and want to get to know me better especially RJ, Forge and that one who stuck around – Bullet or something.
I rang Harvey excitedly and told him to prepare the hotel room appropriately with some décor and wine, this was going to be the best party of all time I could just feel
it.
Harvey says the phone rang out, I think Sammie and Joseph must have been busy or something I guess. I should have known, maybe we could hang out another time.
Hang out like Rob, Sammie and I used to. I would like that, yes I would. Did you know Sammie used to like hanging out Joseph? Were you aware? Have you ever asked
her? Cause I did and she said she did used to like hanging, like really LIKE hanging, she was great was Sammie.
Hi.
I was desperate to find out when my dance with Joseph took place later on today, I really hoped that he would not be late because Samantha was never late, if Joseph
was to be late then it would be a great shame and a shame on him.
Samantha please tell Joseph not to be late, I’ve got our table booked for 8 sharp and I don’t like being stood up and you of all people should know this.
I looked at the clock and then looked down at my knees.
Fuck, I was sitting in the middle of the changing rooms naked again.
I really need to stop this…
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