The alarm sounded and I hit the cancel button, this is too early. I decide that I will reset it for 45 minuets.
Off in my dream, things are just are dreary. I can be doing things as smoothly as possibly, but where is BMoney? Was I like this when I was younger? LORT! My head is KILLING me right NOW! I need some Tylonal!!! Shuffling around finding the generic 88 cent bottle Miranda bought me I grab it and the water I lay at my bed sit every night.
The noise!! Oh it is the alarm again, wait I slept?
Miss Jess, write that down to ask Dax.
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Yes Sire. That you slept or were troublesome when younger?}
I look at the time, I could use a drink, the people around here they get to drink. Wait what did she say?
Uh... Both.
That is really all I want, one more drink, one more hit, just one more of anything to get me through today and onto the next day. Sometimes I have even been finding myself making fifilicious bets on Ebay, but knowing I will not win just to get the RUSH. There is a ticket arcade in this hotel... NO... I need to wait for BY to get here. Then we can leave, we can travel to the next destination together. Why did he go see Dax without me? Tag teams should be a brotherhood.
(even with females tho a sisterhood I guess is diff -shrugs)
Probably nobody cares anymore only myself and I, does Dax Clark really care anymore? How about Shane Trudex and Blake Archer? "Haha..." two losers who thought they were Legendary, my Uncle Raven even made short work of them. Dax and I had a great chemistry when running together as Team Clark, tag team and co-champion. He wanted the name, I gave it to him. what do I care, people will remember who was in the team. He did most of the talking, that was great because when it came to working in the ring I kept most of the eyes on me and he got the pins when he needed to. We're a team... I have no need to stand above Dax at the end of the day... "partners."
I am dressed now, out on a date with Miranda. Miss Jess sits at another table with the driver and bodyguard. I stare at the sportscaster, slipping into a delusional, I begin imagining he is talking like Wavy so I can punch the TV right in the face. The first smile of the afternoon crosses my face thinking about it. I stupidly grin off in my own mind knowing there is safer underneath my harnessed emotions. "You are so cute."
I hear Miranda say, oh she was talking wasn't she. Saying she hopes I stay safe and she is off to work and that she is worried, and not feeling very well right now. Her nerves are in knots and she really misses having me around like normal.
"Thank-You. You are beautiful. Stop worrying so much. I will be fine and return shortly." She leans forward and kisses me on the side of the cheek before putting down money to cover the check and leaving. I notice how a few people scoff and some shake their heads. Miss Jess and the girls get up and walk over to me as I stand up. I point over to the bar area. "I still have a meeting with Brandon Young this afternoon, let's wait at the front of the bar by the door."
3 HOURS LATER
"To be honest bartender, it is driving me insane, why did he send me this guy? Why is Dax sending me this young man to tag with, I HATE being called this experiment, I am not some Frankenstein's monster created in a lab..." I say sulking as I spin the straw in my sweet tea. She leans in listening to me ignoring other customers before leaving to tend to them and reappearing with a fresh sweet tea.
"Oh sweetheart you are such a caring person. You are the best patron this bar has." I scoff because I don't get drunk so of course I am. Still that reflection behind the liquor it always is staring back at me with a grin, he knows what I really want. Besides seeing myself, and the back of the bartender's head I see Brandon appear. Now I am craving things so bad I am hallucinating, this is fantastic, I think. I spin on the stool to look and sure enough there is nobody there.
Scythe, you really think this kid is the one to return those glory days?
Perhaps things are dead, perhaps this is an experiment, does that mean it doesn't matter?
You think Dax ever really cared about you? You were just a solder to him, a body, just like me bruh.
You need to step up as a more aggressive leader for us, that is my advice. You know free of charge.
Speaking of free advice and favors, so like Zmiz and I could use another month out here, you think...
Disgraceful, but honest, I think side tracked by AJ, or Riot as his followers call him. I groan I really don't want to listen but "riot" has a point. "Whatever, AJ. Tell Zach if he keeps it discreet." I get a very uncomfortable hug from the red, gold and green border patrol. Is everything a joke? He seems to think so most of the time, I find myself unable to hide a grin when Riot is present so I usually stay away from the guy. Paid and never seen, Brandon can deal with him.
WHAT?! 3 HOURS?! LATER, Miss JESS!!!
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Sire. You need sleep to be able to fight, it was alright I watched over you.}
The late evening bar patrons stare at me, I am not drunk though. The ones with their 10th or 11th beverage at the bar laughs. I feel the rage building up inside of me. Does this wise guy know what it is like trying to work through my own thoughts let alone process working in the industry I do. {That is why we have a signed contract.}
RIGHT.... I nearly forget every day, every night... I am the captain here. Mister Mack pays ME otherwise it would be hit the road jack...
"I guess I feel like I am still waiting on an answer is all you know? Like why is Brandon teaming up with me?"
Instead of letting my mind go insane, or trying to solve some great mystery I just let it fly right now. "Maybe he didn't hear me, maybe he answered and I didn't hear him? That is what we need to work on is communication than I would say. How can our team build off that?
Standing outside I am still full of nerves waiting on Brandon but I have also thought about the Foundation they have improved since last time. The Foundation are more confident, they are more dangerous. My mind wonders about the Chris Mosh and Emily Falls situation that our team is entangle in this week.
How can we stop being mocked by critics as "the experiment" those people have their own problems. Forgetting the cerebral parts of everything, just focusing on our side of the coin, Emily is spunky, she might be exhausted as of late, but she has heart, she doesn't seem to know what quit is. She just keeps going and I like that. I push myself like that, because if I am not pushing then I just don't feel like I am living. Oh I been wanting to go insane thinking about this, but what time have I had. Where have I been? Only my people have been able to track me and I have to ask them where have I been? that is nuts... A driver, where to Sir? A bodyguard, and my personal scribe, but my life is what I have made. That is something I offer as your elder young One the experience to grow into what you want.
Visiting my elder is a step to this journey. Perhaps we are an experiment like all these haters like to snidely say, but we are not over.
1 HOUR LATER
Sitting in front of the glass with Brandon we are silent, I keep wondering what he is thinking. He doesn't talk a lot when it is just the two of us lately, I feel like our losing streak has a lot to do with that. What can I do to ease that tension? This kid is depending on me right? I have to do my job and I am over here failing...
Finally with about 30 minuets left of visitation with what felt like an entire day of traveling to come see a man I call my brother. He is in chains because not only is his mind dangerous his hands and feet can be dangerous too. I put my fist up to the glass seeing Dax, it feels like an eternity since I have seen him, his doushey beatnik looking goatee is ticker than normal since he doesn't shave while incarcerated with his buzzed crew cut hair. Dax thumps his fist against the glass where mine is.
"Bloodline, I am surprised you are still alive. When I told BY here to go find you and he reported back to me I was stoked bro. I remember how big Team Clark was, you member?" His excitement, his deep voice the way he took command of this scene it all came so naturally back like time traveling. I sat down as did he and than Brandon copied. "I seen the tag team match you boys are booked in for AMMO, that is an opening show huh? Getting the crowd while they are fresh, that is always how you liked them Scythe."
I shrug. I do like listening to the crowd when they haven't had anyone else preform yet or gotten excited yet, not that it bothers me to follow anyone, just a personal preference. The time flowed by so fast like water right down the sink drain, I was hardly able to get my questions in, but I did feel a sensation of joy sweep over me that i felt like I had forgotten a long time ago. Brandon almost seemed to be enjoying himself as well, if I am not mistaking?
I can't honestly speak out on it, but this AMMO just might surprise all of us not just the fans. The visit was over before I really knew it and I was back at home, back in the chaos of setting up for fall.
I feel like I need to rest. Why am I always so tired anymore? until the six man tag what else should I do? I have a schedule to maintain. {Sire some words maybe?}
"OK then....
I know that most of the eyes are on Emily Fall, most of the people care about her and Chris Mosh... or if they don't... I do!
They have some intense heat between them last I checked. Now it is I and Brandon that has to step into that fire, right next to Emily to fight with her.
We can do this, it is nothing new. Strangers fighting with strangers all the time. The good versus the bad. Who is to say who is who, alliances made and broken all the time. This week BMoney and I are there to help Emily and pick up that win, we want to pay back the Foundation and I could be wrong but I believe she has to pay back Chris Mosh right? We'll see the lot of you on Ammo, I know I am ready, hope the rest of my side is."
