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It had only been a few hours since Sam had been dropped off at the airport. But already, the other Maidens could see a very distinct difference in Joseph’s behavior. The poor guy looked and sorta acted like a lost, nervous puppy. And that wasn’t a completely unfair analogy to use.
Joseph had been around Sam for so long, he just wasn’t used to being separated. The last time he’d forced himself to be away from her had been taking up Puroresu fighting back in April.
But this? This was different.
And, in truth, one of the reasons he was considering following Sam’s footsteps and going into death matches himself. He was simply going to wait. He knew he wasn’t ready. Not yet.
”You’re being fucking stupid,” he muttered to himself, sighing as he finally sat up and paced. He had been training on and off since upon arriving at the Las Vegas penthouse Bandit and Bullet, apparently, owned. But right now, he didn’t feel like hitting the gym, even if he should.
No, there was something else Joseph wanted - needed, even - to do. And it was literally taunting him on the tip of his damn tongue. He just couldn’t pinpoint it - not yet.
As he stands there seemingly lost in his own thoughts, Bullet and Bandit walk into the room.
“¿Quiubo, Parce?“
A weak grin appears on his face as Bullet and Bandit enter his temporary room.
”Just … trying to get over the weird feeling of Sam being away. Especially now that she’s officially starting probably some of the most hardcore fights that exist nowadays.”
A soft sigh passes his lips as he frowns slightly.
”I know she wanted to do this. But it doesn’t remove the anxiety. She does heal ridiculously fast. That is true. But when objects like barbed wire, kenzan boards, and other unorthodox but still equally dangerous items are being used? I have no idea how she’s going to fare from this. I guess the saving grace is Death Trip Wrestling isn’t a weekly fed. Monthly, so she’ll have time. But the injuries are gonna linger and maybe affect her fighting in here. And that’s what I’m worried more about.”
He had no idea if any of this was making a lick of sense. Both now knew, as Joseph had to explain where Sam was and why they had traveled without her. But did either of them know someone who partook in those sort of fights?
Because if not, it may make his point a bit harder to emphasize; but then again, there was a chance he was simply doing a lot of over-thinking, too.
Bandit smiles reassuringly.
“Ok, one, yes, you ARE overthinking this just a touch, but two, yes, we also get it. When we got this place, it was because our girlfriend at the time, Eavan, wanted to buy a nice place to come back to after she went to her…”
She pauses and frowns slightly, turning to Bullet.
“How many places was it at the time?”
Bullet nods slightly in response.
“Started as two, then went to four before meltdown.
Bandit nods knowingly, sadly. This was obviously not a memory she really wanted to re-live.
“Ale here was her manager and then I started handling her business stuff but all we could both ever do at the time was standby and watch as bad things happened. It was not fun, pleasant or much of anything else when weapons got involved, and that was even when Eavan was properly motivated to deal out some slow death herself. Sam’s a big girl and can take care of herself but, that’s not the only thing driving you crazy… is it?”
Joseph remained quiet, only speaking after Jackie finished relaying her story.
”So you knew someone who did the same stuff? Or also indulged in dangerous activities also?”
It definitely did help him feel a bit better. At least he didn’t look or act too paranoid in front of his sisters-at-arms, which was likely a reassurance in some form or fashion. It sure as hell was for Joseph, if for no one or nothing else.
He chuckled softly, his grin widening slightly as Bandit inquired if there was something else bothering him.
”I guess I must be an open book to all of you plus Forge. He figured out why I wanted to become a Dragon with no fucking hints. It was weird to hear someone else relay the exact motives to Sam, knowing fully well I didn’t say anything to them so perfectly. But anyway, yeah … you’re right. I did have something in mind to do.”
His head lowers so he can make eye contact with the shorter women.
And it’s the sight of their earrings that begins a powerful enough domino effect to help Orion recall what he’d wanted. And oddly? He probably would have needed a small amount of aid from one of the two.
He started to compliment their earrings, before internally smacking himself and reminding himself that, even if that was true, it wasn’t the main topic at hand.
Actually, go on and go with that. It can at least lead to the main point you’re going for …
Nodding a few times to himself, he waited to get his thoughts properly organized before speaking up again.
”Since you both have jewelry, do either of you know anyone really good in that department? Particularly figuring ring sizes out?”
The two women’s eyes go wide for a second before they turn to each other and nod, just barely moving their heads as they do so. As they turn back to face Orion, Bullet pats Bandit on the back.
“This one is all you, Jack.”
Bullet wanders off, chuckling to herself as Bandit shrugs.
“Yeah, I know a guy…”
A small smile comes to her face as she pauses to nod in acknowledgement.
“Ok, so I might know more than one depending on the town and the style you want. I got a couple of guys here in Vegas do nice work. One’s actually working on some earrings for me at present. I have another, less…”
She shrugs, the grin now becoming knowingly playful.
“Ostentatious... One back in New Orleans. I have one in New York and one in Toronto too, though, those are more necklace guys. What did you have in mind?”
Damn. Well, there was one thing the Shieldmaidens never seemed to run out of, it seemed. Resources, both with items and people. That was nice, especially for times like now when Joseph knew he was going to need help to pursue this task seriously.
An appreciative expression appeared in his smile as he listened to Bandit list various cities off.
”I … hmm …”
His teeth lightly latched onto his lower lip for a few seconds, letting go after a few moments.
”My first initial thought was wondering if including her birthstone, aquamarine, would be good? The blue would definitely be a nice contrast and compliment her. Particularly her eyes. But then … is that too simple of a choice?”
While pondering on his own rhetorical question, he managed to include one thing that was dictated in a much, much more confident tone.
”She’s nothing similar to most other women. So because of that, I don’t view her as a diamond gal. Maybe diamonds can surround or be beside the main jewel, but I don’t think that should be the star of the ring, per se. Something unique. Elegant. Just like Sam. I know that’s vague … and I am sorry about that. But is that enough to give you an idea by chance?”
Bandit can’t help but smile, brightly, genuinely.
“Ok, with this, there is no such things as “too simple.” If that’s what you want, I know the guy that can make that look spectacular. I’ve seen pieces where there was one stone but it was cut just so and shined like the damn sun. I’ve seen pieces that had no stones and looked just fabulous so, don’t worry about it being too simple or too understated. It can work no matter what you’ve got in mind, doesn’t matter the occasion or the purpose. As long as it means something to you and to the recipient, it doesn’t matter if it’s a single star in the sky or looks like God bedazzled Mars, the meaning behind it was matters. So, yeah, I think we can handle that for you, no problem.”
A sigh of relief resounds from Joseph. Apparently, this was making him more on edge than he realized. But now that he knew he could go about this without looking or acting like a complete idiot, he was beginning to feel much better already.
”I’m definitely leaning towards something blue or red in color. Maybe emerald, even. I just know for sure not having diamonds as the main focus. But like I hinted earlier … does he know how to figure ring sizes out well enough? The only thing I really have to even get a clue are her gloves, but … do they even work like that? Because I can’t just ask Sam, for obvious reasons.”
As he goes quiet, Orion thinks for a few more moments before nodding.
”So … it seems like the immediate steps are figuring an exact idea on what I wanna get her, somehow determining her ring size, and then meeting up with your contact. Mostly in that order. I was gonna ask for help in this, though you may not have to do nearly as much assisting since she’ll probably have to take it a bit easy after this week’s Fatal Four Way. But when you can, do you think one of you could try to keep her occupied in some form or fashion? Especially for when I do have to meet with this man, it’d be bad if she figured out why I was suddenly up and leaving, you know?”
Bandit nods knowingly, a wicked grin on her face.
“Oh we got this. Whenever you wanna go, we just tell Sam you’re backing me up on some business thing I’m checking out. Then we make your trip, actually do the business thing, and come back. You won’t even have to lie about where you’re going. Ale usually has something she has to do club related, we just get her to take Sam with her as back-up and everybody’s happy.”
”I’ll likely go when I figure exacts all out.”
He chuckles upon hearing Bandit’s idea, his own ghost of a smirk mingling in with his grin.
”True. I suppose I am supposed to be doing ‘protection runs’. And I’m likely overdue for those, anyway. Fucking genius.”
He starts to move forward, but stops before getting too close.
”Alex wouldn’t mind if I hugged you, would she? Either way, thank you both. You’ve really been one hell of a blessing for us both. But especially Sam.”
Bandit almost laughs.
“Ale and Angel would both be fine with it if you did that, after all, what are sisters for? Now shut up and hug me, you big softy!”
”Only out of the ring,” he teasingly quips, wrapping his arms around Bandit and taking another breath. This one softer and much more calmer than the earlier sigh of relief. His eyes even close slightly as he keeps the embrace for a bit under a minute, letting go after he feels the last of his nervousness fade away.
”Well … knowing I have at least a whole day before hearing from Sam, I may as well get started on my new research project.”
“You got this, no problem.”
Reaching into his pocket, Joseph pulls his phone out. He flashes one more appreciative smile to Bandit before glancing down and beginning to look over various stones on his phone.
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”I don’t know if it’ll mean anything to you when I say congrats. You retained your title, and you didn’t stoop to the point of cheating to do so. No, I’m not accusing you of doing so. I’m merely saying I’ve seen it done before. It’s refreshing to see, however, not everyone feels obligated to cheat in order to earn, let alone keep, things as precious as titles. But with this being said and done … I almost hate to say that’s the only thing I find even remotely positive about you.”
The camera pans in on Joseph, gazing down at his phone before looking up at the camera.
”She lost, but she gave that Johnny guy hell. Just as she promised. The thing I find myself remembering about why I became so intrigued with Sam is what she continues to show week in and week out. She’s stubborn. She doesn’t quit easily. And look what it’s helped earn her; a second chance to face you once again. Or at least the opportunity to try to do just that. You said way back that she had a loser’s mindset for bringing the past up, but …”
His head tilts slightly.
”If that’s what it was, then why was she able to succeed in aiding Bandit recover the Tag Titles? Why has she been able to make up for every failure she’s faced? Why hasn’t she just thrown her hands up in the air and screamed ‘Fuck it, I’m done with this business!’ yet?”
His arms cross over his chest.
”You should know that answer. It’s real simple. It isn’t a loser’s mindset. No one among the Shieldmaidens has that. And yet, you continue to just spit in their face and say they can’t do anything? So why did Sam defend the Throwdown Championship without anyone stepping in the ring and fighting for her? You discredit them … and that honestly pisses the hell out of me off.”
A smug expression appears on his face, replacing the irked glare that had been lingering mere moments ago.
”But now, it isn’t just Sam who’s got a chance at facing you. Bullet does also. And I do believe that if it came down to either of them, they could defeat you. Hell, Bullet has already once. And Sam … you didn’t man handle her. It wasn’t a one-sided fight the last time you went against her.”
Joseph briefly pauses, resuming after staying quiet to compose and organize himself.
”See though, you gave Anya respect before she left. So why do you seem selective on who you give credit out to? You still have yet to give Bullet any form of respect. Is your ego that frail? Can you not handle being bested by a woman? Is that your problem? Because, in all irony of ironies, I also suffered defeat by Bullet’s hands. You wanna know how I feel about it?”
Another pause, this one to give Skrabz a chance to take a guess if he so desires.
”Proud. Not of being beaten, nah. But I’m damn happy I went into Good Time and followed through with my promise. I gave Bullet the fight she deserved to have. Yes, she did retain the Phoenix Championship; but in the process, she showed why she was able to earn it in the first place. Sam didn’t go easy on her, and if you wanna think I did too? You’re a damned fool. There’s no better person I could think to be fine with experiencing my first loss to. It was an honorable defeat, and before you try to retort with me being a Dragon, I’ll say this right here and now.
“Even if I weren’t a Chrome Dragon? I’d still be saying and feeling exactly as I do now. Truth.”
As he starts to speak again, he raises a hand for every name listed.
”Mosh made the mistake of thinking I came here on some high horse. Lexi literally thought nothing of me. Tyke decided to be immature and got an ambush against me when he had his last fight against Forge. And I’ve seen Solomon’s promo - I know what he thinks of me.”
His head shakes as Joseph scoffs.
”Really lame. Hearing him try to jab at me and Sam by saying I’m not masculine enough is something I would have expected from Candi, who already used the ‘Samuel’ nickname.
“Anyway, I’m not bringing these up because I give a shit. I’m simply showing the mistakes people have made. I’m doing so because I’m rather certain these were all but part of the reasons I was able to successfully snipe and hunt each and every one of these people so far. So if you’re still gonna keep looking down at me and the Shieldmaidens …”
Joseph shrugs.
”Okay. That’s your choice. It’s just the stupid one to make. It’s moves like that which cause men like you to fall and taste failure in the first place. Don’t believe me? Just remember your fray versus Bullet - if you can do so without having a drinking fit.”
He grimaces as he forces himself to refer to Skrabz as a man.
”You consistently use that line, too. ‘Man like Skrabz’. You’re not a man; not as far as your mentality goes, you’re not. Physically, yes. You are, just as I am. But at the end of the day, you’re only partly right. There is indeed someone with a loser’s mindset. It ain’t Sam though.”
Joseph points with his right index finger towards the camera.
”It’s you, plain and simple. And it isn’t just about losing to women. You can’t handle losing, period. Unfortunately, even Mosh had enough intelligence to know and understand another truth I’m about to tell ya; you can’t win every fucking battle. You can’t, plain and simple. I’m proof of that, and you are too. We’ve both suffered losses. But Sam is the perfect example of what you should do after suffering one. Keep fighting. You?”
Joseph shakes his head.
”Even before Good Time arrived, you were whining and complaining about not feeling like you had to defend the Mile High Championship. You serious? You dizzy yet?”
Another scoff as Joseph lowly chuckles.
”That’s how this industry works. I’ve watched Sam fight more than enough times to know that much. And now that I’m officially a fighter, I know that’s how this goes. Every title has to be defended, like it or not. But with the way you tried to sound like some of warped martyr-slash-victim, you tried to imply you should be immune to the rules.”
Orion shakes his head firmly.
”Absolutely not. No one is immune. Not even ‘man like Skrabz’. For now though? I’m gonna leave it at that. A tad surprised I have yet to hear from you, but that’s fine. Just some free advice; it really would be smart not to look down on me. Not lest you want to become another prey Orion ends up successfully hunting and sniping. Just know that if you do? You’ll have no one but yourself to blame.”
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Post by Skrabz on Sept 5, 2018 3:26:31 GMT -6
Location: Smoothie King Center, New Orleans, Louisiana
Date: August 30th 2018
Time: After Good Time
Skrabal, Tox and Shox make their way to the back past a heaving ocean of fans as MHW's Good Time comes too a close. As the three men walk through the curtain Skrabal is struck by the contrast in atmosphere, on one side of the curtain there are thousands of screaming fans and on the other side there seems to a sense of disappointment in the air. Skrabal catches some disapproving glances from some staff members and one or two roster members as he and the BCB make their way to their dressing room.
Once inside the locker room Skrabal slumps in to a chair as Tox hands him an open bottle of beer, he places his MHW title on the bench next to him and lifts the bottle to his blood stained face, guzzling it's contents with greed.
"What we doin'?" he asks, as he looks towards Tox who is sitting at a table eating a burger. Shox takes a seat next to him and removes another burger from a brown paper bag on the table.
"Nothin', we eatin' and headin' out." Tox tells Skrabal.
"Where you goin'?" Skrabal asks, taking another moutful of beer.
"Hotel." Shox mumbles, his mouth full of chewed bread, beef and cheese.
"We gonna eat and sleep." Adds Tox.
"We workin' tomorrow." Shox continues.
"One and done." Tox says, taking another bite from his burger.
"Eat and sleep? Bredrin' ya both eatin' now."
Shox and Tox pause and glance at each other.
"We hungry." Say the pair of them.
"Seen... seen. Guess I'm a hit the shower then. If yous are gone when I'm done than I'm a see ya back in Denver." says Skrabal, the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice as he stands up and makes his way towards the shower, finishing his beer as he walks.
Location: Skrabal's motel room, New Orleans, Loisiana
Date: 31st August 2018
Time: 2:45AM
Sitting on the floor, his back pressed up against the wall behind him and a bottle of beer in his hand, Skrabal looks smugly in to the camera. He takes a drink of his beer and then speaks.
"You ain't gotta a tell me."
A smirk flashes across his face and stings his cut lip as it stretches into a slight smile.
I nah ya gonna get sick a me sayin' it, shit I would too if I weren't me. I'm a say it anyway."
He takes a sip of his beer before continuing.
"Man like Skrabz is a man a his word."
He smirks again, his smile pulling at his untreated wound, tearing it open again.
"I told 'em all time and time again, I'm a be the Mile High Wrestlin' Champion. I told 'em all time and time again, I'm a stay the Mile High Wrestlin' Champion."
he feels blood collecting on his lip and reaches out of shot for a towel, he dabs it on his lip.
"What I do?"
He shakes his head slowly, arrogantly.
"Exactly what I said a would. Walked in a Good Time with that strap pon my shoulder, put Sol' in a box like the Ghostbusters and walked out with it still in place. So a guess that change pon the horizon was movin' away from us innit, and now it's done passed the vanishing point. It ain't comin' fam, tings a stay the same so ya can either hate it or love it. Standard."
He takes another mouthful of beer before continuing.
"It ain't matter what any of ya think anyway, it ain't matter what the fans think. Yeah I done seen 'em startin' to get a lil' ting goin' with Solomon back there, startin' to think he suttin. And I hear he started feelin' a lil suttin for them too, ain't surprise me, he the catch feelin's type. But s'like I said, I seen him comin' for a mile a away, saw how e'ry lil' detail would play out in advance and I knocked him back at e'ry turn jus' like I said a would."
He looks in to the camera confidently, his eyes focused seemingly right on those of the viewer.
"So who greater than this soothsayer? It's true playa, I drop wanna be heroes like the Blue Blazer."
He laughs and leans back in his seat smiling.
"Yeah... ya sensitive selves a say that's mad disrespectful if you get it but I ain't give a shit. That's tame blud, plus I ain't say it in the first place if I ain't alread proved the shit. Solomon Cain thought he was gonna ride in on white knight vibe and save Mile High from man like Skrabz. Prolly had a teary eyed speech planned but nah, bun that. This ain't no Disney bullshit, there ain't no fairy-tale futures or happy ever afters here, not for you fam."
He leans forward and again focuses he vision directly on the camera as he sneers.
"This is my story!"
He pauses briefly as a blank expression descends over his face, staring in to the camera with a cold stare he continues.
"And the quicker you all get on the same page the better it gonna be for each an e'ry one a ya."
He leans forward and picks up his phone, ending the recording.
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 4 September 2018
Time: 7.05AM
Back in the rented accommodation that has served as his home for the past few months Skrabal sits once again in that old, well used chair. A dirty bowl and plate with what remains of his breakfast sits on the table in front of him and a joint burns slowly in his hand as he looks at his phone, reading the weekly notification sent out to all Mile High staff and roster members detailing the next shows card. Upon seeing his scheduled match with Joseph Hunter and the main event Skrabal switches his phone to camera mode and hits record.
"Well shit, look at what happened. Samantha done let her lil' pet fuck boi off his leash and outta chastity. So now he out gettin' dubs and pussy."
He laughs as and takes a slow pull on his joint.
"I ain't even know he had it in him to be real witchu. Kinda took man by surprise a lil', especially that Tyke Index shit. Got e'ry one singin' praises like it's hymn practice but if ya ask me that ting there say a lil' more about how far Tyke had fallen than how far Joe had risen. But man has been watchin' still, I has too innit"
He nods slowly, a confident look on his face as he takes a another slow draw on his joint.
"But whoever they put in front of me gettin' that same ol' work I been bringin' since day anyway, standard!. From rock gods to lost children and e'ryone in between. So Hunter become the prey innit, nah don't even react fam that's weak plus this ain't no hunt anyway. This be easy feastin' coz he took a bullet at Good Time and now he wounded, bleedin' out stuck treadin' water and man like Skrabz a smell the blood and panic a mile a way."
He reaches forward and picks up a bottle of water, he takes a mouthful before continuing.
"But ya-nah man has heard whispers pon the roads of a brudda or two who be runnin' scared. That ain't me blud, never that, nah! I'm a eat who ever they put in front a me or choke to death tryin'. Coz it ain't matter who gettin' served up they all gettin' the same treatment, that Rock and Roll God shit, that Dillion Dan... Hold up a second blud did you see that Dillion Daniels shit? At Good Time? Rar! Man had to check that back three times! Couldn't believe the ting I swear. But ya-nah the talk before Good Time was that a reign was comin' to an end and shit I guess they meant a Rayne innit coz that man done fam, straight up. Anyway... I digres innit."
He laughs and shakes his head, thinking about Rayne Young, as he puffs on his joint again.
"Point is while others might be timid on a sissy tip, tryina pursue other tings instead a mannin' up and facin' whoever management wanna send they way man like Skrabz is out here takin' on any and all comers so I ain't give a shit if it is Tyke Index, fuck I want it to be you Tyke. I want to to be you Sam. I wan't it to be you Bullet. We can bun the number one contendership ting off completely and have ourselves a lil' group action in Vegas for all I care."
He smirks as he takes a final pull on his joint then leans forwards, stubbing it out in an ashtray out of shot.
"But that ain't the way it's bein' done, nah! We got the number one contender ting and it's suttin' ya all been askin' for for a while now. All that bitchin' and cryin' over time passed so ya better make the most of the shit now ya got it, coz for one or two or you this ain't the first opportunity ya had but ya blow this one and it might jus' be ya last."
As soon as the final word is out of his mouth he ends the recording and puts his phone in to his pocket before picking up his gym bag and leaving the room.
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Post by Skrabz on Sept 5, 2018 23:39:38 GMT -6
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 6th September 2018
Time: 1:10am
Skrabal sits in his usual spot on the floor in his dim, lamp lit motel room with his back against the wall. He looks slightly above the camera as he speaks.
"Joseph Hunter mad coz I ain't take him seriously. S'what he said innit, pon the twitter ting. Whinin' like a bitch about man lookin' down on him. Bredrin' man like Skrabz is at the tippy top so it's kinda hard to do anythin' else but look down on e'ryone so I ain't really know what you expect."
He shakes his head and arrogantly mouths the words "I don't" while shrugging his shoulders.
"It's deeper than that though. Coz you spend so much time runnin' with women you startin' to act like one. I mean ya yakin' mans words out of context on some bitch shit and twistin' 'em in to a scarecrow to knock down like ya had a point in the first place. I said Sam had a loser's mind set coz she made excuses for losin' a triple threat match and nuttin' she done since then matter coz context is important fammo, so try keep up with it."
He reaches off to the side and picks up his MHW title belt and rests it on his shoulder.
"But that shit was waaaay back blud, I guess it sting though innit coz you, her and couple a them Maidens done mentioned it at e'ry opportunity since but ya neesdta let it go bredrin', it can't be healthy for ya."
He repeats the words "it can't be" again silently and arrogantly. The reaches forwards and out of shot for an open bottle of beer.
"But what is man s'posed to be impressed or suttin? Coz you had a lil' heat goin' for yaself? I mean shit man has been out here for months now stringin' dubs together like a bad stutter but I'm s'posed to see you as my equal coz you had a good lil' run before ya choked on a Bullet?"
He takes a drink of beer and looks in to the camera, a dismissive expression briefly flashes across his face before he speaks.
"Yeah I nah what ya thinkin'. Man lost to Bullet too so ya think that mean we on the same level or suttin'. Nah, you wrong and this is where my issue witchu goes beyond an in ring ting coz certain tings you a been sayin' really expose ya slimey character. See you talk about Bullet beatin' me and ya bitch and moan about why I ain't respect her for it... are you dizzy blud? I know ya seen the shit so drop the snakeyness coz Bullet ain't beat me The Shield Maiden's did. So all that gassin' about man bein' bested by a women and my ego bein' frail for it don't stand up when all along ya ignorin' the fact it took six a them to beat me. In fact it make ya look kinda fragile yaself to be real witchu."
He mouths the words "real fragile" before taking another drink of beer.
"That's why you proud of losin' at Good Time, coz facin' up to the reality to ya failin's is too much for ya to take. The only person here who gave Bullet any kind a fight is the one she needed help to beat and that weren't you bredda. So if you ain't go easier on her, if you gave it ya all had and it weren't enough then I ain't really see what the fuck it is ya got to be proud about anyway."
He finishes the beer and places the bottle on the floor next to him.
"On the real man had to roll his eyes more than one time when listenin' to ya speak though. S'like you tryin' so hard to flip my words against me ya ain't give a shit how much you reachin' coz brah the shit ain't even make sense. I mean how the fuck does man have a losers mindest when he been talkin' about catchin' dubs and backin' it up from day? How the fuck does man have a loser's mindset when he only been pinned once through some bullshit? See where other's be focussin' on ya image it's bitch moves like that that got man like Skrabz questionin' ya manhood and all I can say is if ya so sick a that happenin' then do what the Phoenix champ couldn't do and face me on ya ones, like a man by yaself and handle ya business in the middle a that ring."
He glances at the MHW title still resting on his shoulder.
"But yeah you right still, man can't handle losin'. Not when he losin' tag matches coz his partners ain't bring it. Not when he losin' coz a distractions and interference, nah, man don't handle that shit too good but what I do about it?"
He pauses and glances at his MHW title belt on his shoulder again. He shakes his head before continuing.
"It's a rhetorical question fam, but the answer is plain for e'ryone to see still. I ain't cry, bitch or complain nah, never that! I jus' kept steppin', bounced back from defeat e'ry time and carry on carvin' my initials in e'ry carcass and cadaver I come across. And you ain't gotta look to hard to see it's true, jus' a glance at man's shoulder a tell ya all ya needsta know. But nah, you jus' hell bent on ignorin' reality it seem."
He leans forward out of shot again and returns with a new bottle of beer. he readjusts the MHW championship belt on his shoulder before twisting the cap off and taking a drink.
"Now I ain't gonna call you a liar, coz as e'rybody know man like Skrabz get kinda medicated when he talk so it's possible I said some shit that a forgot about but if a did I'm a sure you'll be on ya nerd shit copyin' the footage to play back so it's cool. Prove ya point if ya has one but on the real I ain't know what the fuck ya talkin about. I ain't wanna defend my title? I said that? If I did then you right fam I was dizzy as fuck coz all I remember sayin' time and again is that it ain't matter who I face, man, woman or lost child... with the title on the line or not. I'm about this, one hundred."
He smirks and quickly tilts the bottle of beer towards the camera before taking a drink from it.
"And man has done proved it e'ry time I stepped foot in the ring or in front of a camera. You ain't gettin' nuttin less than all I gots to give e'ry time a give it. I don't give a shit who ya are or where ya come from, what ya done or what ya doin'. You want the strap then I ain't ain't hidin' it fam nah, there's no concealed carry business about it, it's on show for the world to see so if ya want it I done said it before, all ya gotta do is come take it"
He glances at his title belt again and takes another drink of beer before continuing.
"But it's not jus' you Bredrin'. They all twistin' reality to some extent. Lookin' back on the ting pretendin' Bullet beat man on her ones, tellin' 'emselves that my tag losses are my losses. Hidin' the truth before they eyes.
He shakes his head and chuckles smugly.
"Truth is man like Skrabz has been pinned jus' one time since I got here. And it took six people to make it happen'."
He takes a quick drink of beer then looks coldly in to the camera.
"And that scare 'em all."
He leans forward and picks up his phone and swipes at the screen ending the recording.
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”Excuse me if I’m seeming hasty. Figured you wouldn’t want your time being wasted. God forbid you do that with anyone here in Mile High, right?”
Joseph’s brows narrow in annoyance. He’s sitting atop the bed in his hotel room. Next to him, Samantha can be seen sleeping. Likely exhausted as all hell, and that’s a damn fair assumption.
” … I dare you to repeat that shit about me not fighting Bullet with all I had. To my face, when we meet in the ring.”
His arms cross over his chest.
”Re-watch that match and compare the time to your own. Only a minute and some seconds separate us. And your fight was barely the longer one. If I ever half-assed that fray, it would have been over with about as fast as Sam’s match. Maybe even quicker, if that was possible. But no. I didn't. Because I cared, I did give Bullet everything I got. Hell, if I didn’t put all my time and energy, I wouldn’t have beat Tyke. Even you admitted you saw that. So how the fuck can you say such a stupid thing?”
Joseph shakes his head, scoffing.
”If losing was ever too much or I ever became the prey, the same would happen. I’d leave. I’d quit. It doesn’t bother me that I lost to Bullet. But it did with you. And in that regard, I’m definitely the better man. I can move on even after tasting defeat and turn it into something positive. But you? Nah. You’re too sore of a loser, and an even worse winner. Not that you obviously care, but it is still worth noting.”
His head shakes a few more times, more adamantly than before.
”You may be walking into our fight still the champ. But I’m no goddamn prey. I’ll still be Orion, and trust me when I say I’ll do all I can to hunt and shoot you down.”
He pauses, looking as if he’s recalling something before continuing.
”I’m about to list some names. They all have a common link. See if you can figure it out. Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Vladimir Lenin, Joseph Stalin, Oliver Cromwell, Kim Jong-Il, and Fidel Castro to name a few.”
Another pause, this one lasting for perhaps twenty seconds before Joseph talks again.
”They’re all like you; dictators. Tyrants. And history has shown that with all men like those, they are overthrown or die before they can be lose their position of power. You may be at the top for now. But I promise, the moment Bullet or Sam win that Fatal Four Way? You will lose your throne. And your shit, considering you openly admitted you can’t handle losing. But honestly?”
Joseph shrugs.
”That’s how this industry goes. You really can’t win them all. You just can’t. That’s just hardcore truth right there. And the fact you can’t seem to accept it? That feels like a loser’s mindset to me. But you know what? Difference of opinions; I can accept that much.”
A ghost of a smirk crosses Joseph’s lips.
”There’s an old saying that pride can kill a man. That really feels like it especially applies to you. Careful, cause if it isn’t me that’ll do you in tomorrow, I guarantee it’ll be your own vice. Maybe not tomorrow, but one of these days. Yes.”
Sam rolls slightly in her sleep, causing Joseph to go silent for a few moments. Only when he’s certain she won’t wake up does he continue.
”I’ll leave most of the other topics linked to Sam alone. Because she can address you if she so desires. However … there is one thing I’m gonna straighten out for ya. You were partly right; I did keep myself on a leash for the longest time.”
As he repeats himself, his voice becomes more stern.
”Hear that? I kept myself on that leash. Not Sam. She never did. In fact, she tried to encourage me to get in the ring a good number of times. For someone claiming to know everything about her HcW career, you don’t seem to know as much as you say you do.”
His smirk widens as he moves his arms, beginning to pull them back.
”That being said, now that I’m off this leash and raring to go, you bet I am willing to come at ya. Yes, I suppose I am her ‘fuck boi’, but really? You got a lot more to worry about than what I am to Sam. Like what I’ll be to you tomorrow.”
As he lets his arrow fly loose, Joseph waves to the camera. All while still wearing a very arrogant smirk.
”Enjoy your reign. History repeats, ya know? And even if Bullet or Sam fail? Someone will dethrone you. Who that’ll end up being? Only time will tell. But best to steel yourself for two possible losses, one more immediate than the other. You’ll see just how ‘easy’ I went against Bullet yourself. And in the process? You’ll learn that just because you’re compensating for the size of your manhood by constantly boosting your ego, there are times to shut the hell up. Truth. Enjoy that strap while you can. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days, it becomes a noose around your neck and becomes too much for you. See ya soon, Skrabz.”
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