Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 16:16:00 GMT -6
Adjusting for the pain, Austen rotates to sit sideways, face grimacing the whole time. He can feel the pain from that brutal match flow through his body like a volt of electricity. Each movement shoots a different pain through a different part of the body, like he was a human operation game, and the guy playing had Parkinson’s. Davey leaned over at Austen, and patted him on the shoulder, causing Austen to wince in pain.
“Good fighting out there man. You played it smart, you killed a guy, and you won number one contender.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t so proud of killing that Drimstone guy. That’s why I’m terrified of working in this industry. It puts me in the wrong place.”
“What do you mean?” Davey asks, face contorted in confusion.
“DAVEY, I KILLED A GUY. I powerbombed him out of a damn window. He plummeted to his death. What would you like me to say. I just ended a life.” A look of painful disgust crosses Austen’s face as he adjusts to look at Davey.
“But you won.” Davey replies, smirking and winking at Austen.
“Yeah, but I had to check my humanity at the door to do that.”
“Look, you can bitch and moan about the past or look towards the future. You are the number one contender. You are facing off at Demented against Father Nathan. Why can’t you just be proud of yourself.”
“Pride is something that will wind up biting you in the ass if you let it control you.” Austen looks at Davey, knowing that the comment was a little underhanded given Davey’s past, just walking away after what he considered a screwjob, or any time he felt the least bit slighted.
“That’s not fair. You know I had underlying reasons.” Davey had a look of disgust on his face.
“What? That you wanted to hate Jesse Styles, and so you concocted this grandiose conspiracy theory that XXX somehow screwed you out of the title, that Ryan Omega screwed you out of the title, that Ryan Pugh froze you out of Phoenix. Davey, that was all just a bunch of bullshit that you created to try to fight the fact that you didn’t have anything to offer, that you were not on top of your game, and you failed. I know you hate failure, but you failed. Nuff said.” Austen’s face became very aggressive, and the rest of the plane had perked up to hear this potential confrontation. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to try to get some sleep. My body hurts, my mind hurts, and I just want to get home to my family.”
“You’re an ass,” Davey muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Austen perked up quickly, and then flinched in pain grabbing his ribs.
“Nothing, good night.” Davey replied, turning towards the window and glancing out.
Austen had just drifted off to sleep, when he heard the loudspeaker come on to announce the final descent into Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport.
“GOD DAMMIT.” Austen punched upwards, releasing the breathing mask from the ceiling, which hit him right in the face. “FUCK!”
His whole body ached as the stewardess walks over, tucking the mask back up for him.
“Sir, I think you need to calm down just a little bit. You are frightening some of our passengers.”
“I am calm, don’t I look calm, I’m cool as a fucking cucumber. Can’t you tell.” Austen says, eyes narrowing in frustration and anger.
“Look, sir, I’m not trying to anger you, I was just asking if you can tone things down a bit.”
Davey see’s Austen’s anger start to build, and jumps in.
“Do you know who this man is? This man is Austen Impact, number one contender for the New Edge Wrestling World Championship. He just fought his way down the Sears Tower. This man should be celebrated with a private fucking jet, but he is gracious enough to fly with you scum. You should all be polishing his boots with a mixture of your spit, semen and toothbrushes.”
Austen looks at Davey trying to figure out his angle, “Davey, shut up. Sit down.”
“NO! I get your humble upbringings, but I will not stand for this disrespect anymore. They are treating you like you are some sort of terrorist. Like you have a god damned bomb on you.” Instantly a man a few rows up jumps up.
“Air Marshall, freeze.” He points his firearm at Davey.
“Sit down Davey c’mon.” Austen says, trying to urge Davey to sit.
“I WILL NOT. I said we do NOT have a bomb. You can put your little pellet gun away now Mr. Fancy Pants.” Davey smirked at the marshall, and thumbed his lip, as if to wipe away spit, caught in a heavy staredown.
“I WILL not tell you again sir. Put your hands in the air right now.”
“Here, let me show you my passport. If you know who I am maybe you will see that I am a legend.” Davey reaches down, and is instantly struck with a rubber bullet in the shoulder, knocking him backwards.
“GOD DAMMIT!” Davey hollered, grasping his shoulder hard. Austen stood up out of the way, as the Marshall swooped in, and pulled Davey out by the scruff of his shirt, tying his hands up, and carrying him up to the front of the plane.
“Why did you shoot me?” Davey asked, wincing in pain as it shot through his shoulder.
“You were non compliant and I needed to detain you before you could pull a weapon or trigger an explosive.”
“I MADE IT THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT TSA. They strip searched me with a machine. They could snicker at my unusually disappointing weiner. They ripped through my bags, and found my special toys. They confiscated my damn belt because it had a few pegs on it. If I were unsafe, trying to board, I was nothing more than humiliated when I got on.”
“That may be true, but we just don’t know. You can never be too careful, besides, all you had to do was stop. Now we have to take you in for questioning.”
“God dammit, but I have a date tonight.”
“Well you’ll have to call her and let her know you’re not going to make it.”
“It’s not a she jerk off,” Davey looked at the man offended.
“Well him, I don’t care about your decisions.” The officer shook his head at Davey.
“It’s not a he either. It’s my computer. I just told you I was disappointing. What would give you the indication I could lan...unless...YOU HAVE A MICROPENIS TOO? And you found someone? OH there is hope for me then. I am so excited. What are the odds that we BOTH have a micropenis. You are my hero.”
“I don…” The Marshall is instantly cut off.
“I’m so proud of you. How did you do it?” Davey interjects excitedly.
“I...Well...I DON’T HA…”
“Wait, is it a flight attendant? Was it the lady I was yelling at? Stewardess, excuse me, can you come here?” Davey hollered at the Stewardess that had been talking to Austen and him earlier. The stewardess comes closer, as the Marshall just sits, head in hand, turning red, “I would like to thank you for seeing past his...ehm...disability and loving him anyway.”
“What are you talking about,” the stewardess asks, looking at the Marshall, taking a deep breath, bracing for the oncoming embarrassment he cannot stop.
“His micropenis,” Davey mutters under his breath.
“His what?” The stewardess asks, leaning closer.
“His micropenis,” Davey mumbles slightly louder.
“What?” She asks again.
“HIS MICROPENIS!” Davey yells this time, as the whole plane looks forward at the Marshall who is now head in hands.
“GOD DAMMIT, JUST GET OUT OF HERE!” he cuts Davey free and sends him to his seat. He sits down next to Impact, and smiles.
“You’re welcome.” Davey settles in, sitting up higher than usual, to show his superiority.
“You never cease to amaze me.” Austen replied, shaking his head.
“I have a gift.” Davey smirks.
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” Austen says, as the plane touches down.
They taxi to the ramp, and exit the plane. Bypassing baggage claim, They walk outside. Austen sees his wife, and walks to the car, climbing in. Davey follows behind, and goes to open the backdoor, but it’s locked.
“Hey, open up.” Davey hollers, pulling the handle.
Austen pretends like he can’t hear Davey.
“PLEASE, I don’t have a ride.”
Austen points to his ear saying he can’t hear.
“AUSTEN! COME ON!”
Sarah, pulls away, leaving Davey to stand there, dumbfounded.
The whole ride home was fairly silent, no how was the match, how did you do, how were you feeling. Sarah seemed to be driving extremely erratic though, which was uncharacteristic of her. Each jerk, and stop sends pain shooting through Austen’s body. Finally Sarah breaks the silence.
“How’s your body feel?”
“It hurts,” Austen replied, a look of shame across his face.
“Are you done now?” She asked.
“NO!” Austen replied, “I am number one contender. I have a chance to make a big difference financially. Jesse just signed a TV contract with Starz. Things are moving up, and I could make a big difference in that.”
“You hurt, you won’t be able to play with Haylee, you won’t be able to work. You…”
“I WON’T NEED TO WORK. My work will be one day a week. I will be home almost every day.”
“More money means bigger venues, more events, more appearances, and then, you’re on the road all the time, never home. I will not have a relationship with the phone, and your daughter WILL NOT grow up to know only your voice.”
“Sarah, if it gets to that point I will walk away. Right away. I will not let that happen, and you should trust me enough to know that.”
“I do trust you Austen, but you know damn well that you can get caught up in something quickly.”
Austen looked down, ashamed, knowing that she was right.
The rest of the ride was in silence. Austen would stop to speak, and then close his mouth again. This process lasted the entire 30 minutes home.
Finally they arrive home, and walks in the house.
“DADDY!” Haylee comes running through the house, jumping into Austen’s arms. The weight of his daughter, and the force she generated in her jump caused pain to plow through his body, he winced, but smiled, kissing his daughter on the head.
“How are you sweetie?” Austen asked, carrying his daughter to his chair, and sitting down.
“I drew you a picture.” She handed Austen a picture of a guy lifting another guy and throwing him into a window. Austen’s face sunk.
“You watched the match?” Austen asked.
“YEAH, YOU DID AWESOME DADDY.”
Austen looked up at Sarah, “You let her watch?”
“Yup, she has to know what Daddy is doing.”
Austen shakes his head, knowing now that Sarah is leveraging his daughter against him, but it seems that it backfired. Her approval of daddy’s work made Austen feel a bit better.
Suddenly, Austen’s phone started vibrating. He pulled it out of his pocket, and looks. It indicated one new message. Austen opened it up and read.
“Thanks for leaving me ya dick. I had to take a cab, and run away without paying. Anyway, got your next match. Hit me up and I’ll give you the detes.”
“Hey honey, what does this mean?” Austen shows the phone to his wife.
“Detes? What the hell is that? I’ve never heard that.”
“Me neither.” They both looked at the phone confused, “I guess I have to call him. Damn idiot.”
Sarah took a deep breath, sighing out, “Do what you must.”
“Austen got up, walking back to his office, and dials the phone.
“Hey Davey, what’s going on?” Austen asks.
“Not much...DICK.”
“Hey, what does detes mean?” Austen asked, perplexed.
“Details, ya big dumb.” Davey replies.
Austen rolls his eyes, “Fine, what are the DETES?” Austen asked, exaggerating the word detes.
“Well, you are facing off against Ricky Cassells, it will be a straight up match, right before the main event. You’re moving to the top already. You have hit boss mode man. Win that title and you will cement yourself at the top of the card for good.”
“Hey, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Ricky is no slouch. He will not go down easily, especially after the bullshit Jesse has been doing to him. First he gets jumped by Al, then he gets jumped by Jesse and Al, I just hope they don’t intervene in my match, or I will get pissed.”
“Look, don’t say that shit too loud. Jesse does control your paychecks you know.”
“Yeah, but still, it’s irritating that people have to fear for their lives night after night.”
“I know man. I did it for years.”
“Look, I will give you a call in a few days. I have to smooth things over with the family, and do some recovering. My body is killing me.”
“Alright man. Take it easy.”
“I’ll try.”
Austen hung up the phone with Davey, and walked back to the kitchen, took out some steaks, and began preparing supper. Sarah walks in, looks at Austen, shocked.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you guys dinner. You go relax with Haylee, and we will eat a nice family dinner together.”
“You make it so hard to be mad at you.” Sarah replied, smiling at Austen, then kissing him on the neck.
“I know baby,” He reaches behind his head, and holds her gently around the head, kissing her cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Good fighting out there man. You played it smart, you killed a guy, and you won number one contender.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t so proud of killing that Drimstone guy. That’s why I’m terrified of working in this industry. It puts me in the wrong place.”
“What do you mean?” Davey asks, face contorted in confusion.
“DAVEY, I KILLED A GUY. I powerbombed him out of a damn window. He plummeted to his death. What would you like me to say. I just ended a life.” A look of painful disgust crosses Austen’s face as he adjusts to look at Davey.
“But you won.” Davey replies, smirking and winking at Austen.
“Yeah, but I had to check my humanity at the door to do that.”
“Look, you can bitch and moan about the past or look towards the future. You are the number one contender. You are facing off at Demented against Father Nathan. Why can’t you just be proud of yourself.”
“Pride is something that will wind up biting you in the ass if you let it control you.” Austen looks at Davey, knowing that the comment was a little underhanded given Davey’s past, just walking away after what he considered a screwjob, or any time he felt the least bit slighted.
“That’s not fair. You know I had underlying reasons.” Davey had a look of disgust on his face.
“What? That you wanted to hate Jesse Styles, and so you concocted this grandiose conspiracy theory that XXX somehow screwed you out of the title, that Ryan Omega screwed you out of the title, that Ryan Pugh froze you out of Phoenix. Davey, that was all just a bunch of bullshit that you created to try to fight the fact that you didn’t have anything to offer, that you were not on top of your game, and you failed. I know you hate failure, but you failed. Nuff said.” Austen’s face became very aggressive, and the rest of the plane had perked up to hear this potential confrontation. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to try to get some sleep. My body hurts, my mind hurts, and I just want to get home to my family.”
“You’re an ass,” Davey muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Austen perked up quickly, and then flinched in pain grabbing his ribs.
“Nothing, good night.” Davey replied, turning towards the window and glancing out.
Austen had just drifted off to sleep, when he heard the loudspeaker come on to announce the final descent into Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport.
“GOD DAMMIT.” Austen punched upwards, releasing the breathing mask from the ceiling, which hit him right in the face. “FUCK!”
His whole body ached as the stewardess walks over, tucking the mask back up for him.
“Sir, I think you need to calm down just a little bit. You are frightening some of our passengers.”
“I am calm, don’t I look calm, I’m cool as a fucking cucumber. Can’t you tell.” Austen says, eyes narrowing in frustration and anger.
“Look, sir, I’m not trying to anger you, I was just asking if you can tone things down a bit.”
Davey see’s Austen’s anger start to build, and jumps in.
“Do you know who this man is? This man is Austen Impact, number one contender for the New Edge Wrestling World Championship. He just fought his way down the Sears Tower. This man should be celebrated with a private fucking jet, but he is gracious enough to fly with you scum. You should all be polishing his boots with a mixture of your spit, semen and toothbrushes.”
Austen looks at Davey trying to figure out his angle, “Davey, shut up. Sit down.”
“NO! I get your humble upbringings, but I will not stand for this disrespect anymore. They are treating you like you are some sort of terrorist. Like you have a god damned bomb on you.” Instantly a man a few rows up jumps up.
“Air Marshall, freeze.” He points his firearm at Davey.
“Sit down Davey c’mon.” Austen says, trying to urge Davey to sit.
“I WILL NOT. I said we do NOT have a bomb. You can put your little pellet gun away now Mr. Fancy Pants.” Davey smirked at the marshall, and thumbed his lip, as if to wipe away spit, caught in a heavy staredown.
“I WILL not tell you again sir. Put your hands in the air right now.”
“Here, let me show you my passport. If you know who I am maybe you will see that I am a legend.” Davey reaches down, and is instantly struck with a rubber bullet in the shoulder, knocking him backwards.
“GOD DAMMIT!” Davey hollered, grasping his shoulder hard. Austen stood up out of the way, as the Marshall swooped in, and pulled Davey out by the scruff of his shirt, tying his hands up, and carrying him up to the front of the plane.
“Why did you shoot me?” Davey asked, wincing in pain as it shot through his shoulder.
“You were non compliant and I needed to detain you before you could pull a weapon or trigger an explosive.”
“I MADE IT THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT TSA. They strip searched me with a machine. They could snicker at my unusually disappointing weiner. They ripped through my bags, and found my special toys. They confiscated my damn belt because it had a few pegs on it. If I were unsafe, trying to board, I was nothing more than humiliated when I got on.”
“That may be true, but we just don’t know. You can never be too careful, besides, all you had to do was stop. Now we have to take you in for questioning.”
“God dammit, but I have a date tonight.”
“Well you’ll have to call her and let her know you’re not going to make it.”
“It’s not a she jerk off,” Davey looked at the man offended.
“Well him, I don’t care about your decisions.” The officer shook his head at Davey.
“It’s not a he either. It’s my computer. I just told you I was disappointing. What would give you the indication I could lan...unless...YOU HAVE A MICROPENIS TOO? And you found someone? OH there is hope for me then. I am so excited. What are the odds that we BOTH have a micropenis. You are my hero.”
“I don…” The Marshall is instantly cut off.
“I’m so proud of you. How did you do it?” Davey interjects excitedly.
“I...Well...I DON’T HA…”
“Wait, is it a flight attendant? Was it the lady I was yelling at? Stewardess, excuse me, can you come here?” Davey hollered at the Stewardess that had been talking to Austen and him earlier. The stewardess comes closer, as the Marshall just sits, head in hand, turning red, “I would like to thank you for seeing past his...ehm...disability and loving him anyway.”
“What are you talking about,” the stewardess asks, looking at the Marshall, taking a deep breath, bracing for the oncoming embarrassment he cannot stop.
“His micropenis,” Davey mutters under his breath.
“His what?” The stewardess asks, leaning closer.
“His micropenis,” Davey mumbles slightly louder.
“What?” She asks again.
“HIS MICROPENIS!” Davey yells this time, as the whole plane looks forward at the Marshall who is now head in hands.
“GOD DAMMIT, JUST GET OUT OF HERE!” he cuts Davey free and sends him to his seat. He sits down next to Impact, and smiles.
“You’re welcome.” Davey settles in, sitting up higher than usual, to show his superiority.
“You never cease to amaze me.” Austen replied, shaking his head.
“I have a gift.” Davey smirks.
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” Austen says, as the plane touches down.
They taxi to the ramp, and exit the plane. Bypassing baggage claim, They walk outside. Austen sees his wife, and walks to the car, climbing in. Davey follows behind, and goes to open the backdoor, but it’s locked.
“Hey, open up.” Davey hollers, pulling the handle.
Austen pretends like he can’t hear Davey.
“PLEASE, I don’t have a ride.”
Austen points to his ear saying he can’t hear.
“AUSTEN! COME ON!”
Sarah, pulls away, leaving Davey to stand there, dumbfounded.
The whole ride home was fairly silent, no how was the match, how did you do, how were you feeling. Sarah seemed to be driving extremely erratic though, which was uncharacteristic of her. Each jerk, and stop sends pain shooting through Austen’s body. Finally Sarah breaks the silence.
“How’s your body feel?”
“It hurts,” Austen replied, a look of shame across his face.
“Are you done now?” She asked.
“NO!” Austen replied, “I am number one contender. I have a chance to make a big difference financially. Jesse just signed a TV contract with Starz. Things are moving up, and I could make a big difference in that.”
“You hurt, you won’t be able to play with Haylee, you won’t be able to work. You…”
“I WON’T NEED TO WORK. My work will be one day a week. I will be home almost every day.”
“More money means bigger venues, more events, more appearances, and then, you’re on the road all the time, never home. I will not have a relationship with the phone, and your daughter WILL NOT grow up to know only your voice.”
“Sarah, if it gets to that point I will walk away. Right away. I will not let that happen, and you should trust me enough to know that.”
“I do trust you Austen, but you know damn well that you can get caught up in something quickly.”
Austen looked down, ashamed, knowing that she was right.
The rest of the ride was in silence. Austen would stop to speak, and then close his mouth again. This process lasted the entire 30 minutes home.
Finally they arrive home, and walks in the house.
“DADDY!” Haylee comes running through the house, jumping into Austen’s arms. The weight of his daughter, and the force she generated in her jump caused pain to plow through his body, he winced, but smiled, kissing his daughter on the head.
“How are you sweetie?” Austen asked, carrying his daughter to his chair, and sitting down.
“I drew you a picture.” She handed Austen a picture of a guy lifting another guy and throwing him into a window. Austen’s face sunk.
“You watched the match?” Austen asked.
“YEAH, YOU DID AWESOME DADDY.”
Austen looked up at Sarah, “You let her watch?”
“Yup, she has to know what Daddy is doing.”
Austen shakes his head, knowing now that Sarah is leveraging his daughter against him, but it seems that it backfired. Her approval of daddy’s work made Austen feel a bit better.
Suddenly, Austen’s phone started vibrating. He pulled it out of his pocket, and looks. It indicated one new message. Austen opened it up and read.
“Thanks for leaving me ya dick. I had to take a cab, and run away without paying. Anyway, got your next match. Hit me up and I’ll give you the detes.”
“Hey honey, what does this mean?” Austen shows the phone to his wife.
“Detes? What the hell is that? I’ve never heard that.”
“Me neither.” They both looked at the phone confused, “I guess I have to call him. Damn idiot.”
Sarah took a deep breath, sighing out, “Do what you must.”
“Austen got up, walking back to his office, and dials the phone.
“Hey Davey, what’s going on?” Austen asks.
“Not much...DICK.”
“Hey, what does detes mean?” Austen asked, perplexed.
“Details, ya big dumb.” Davey replies.
Austen rolls his eyes, “Fine, what are the DETES?” Austen asked, exaggerating the word detes.
“Well, you are facing off against Ricky Cassells, it will be a straight up match, right before the main event. You’re moving to the top already. You have hit boss mode man. Win that title and you will cement yourself at the top of the card for good.”
“Hey, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Ricky is no slouch. He will not go down easily, especially after the bullshit Jesse has been doing to him. First he gets jumped by Al, then he gets jumped by Jesse and Al, I just hope they don’t intervene in my match, or I will get pissed.”
“Look, don’t say that shit too loud. Jesse does control your paychecks you know.”
“Yeah, but still, it’s irritating that people have to fear for their lives night after night.”
“I know man. I did it for years.”
“Look, I will give you a call in a few days. I have to smooth things over with the family, and do some recovering. My body is killing me.”
“Alright man. Take it easy.”
“I’ll try.”
Austen hung up the phone with Davey, and walked back to the kitchen, took out some steaks, and began preparing supper. Sarah walks in, looks at Austen, shocked.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you guys dinner. You go relax with Haylee, and we will eat a nice family dinner together.”
“You make it so hard to be mad at you.” Sarah replied, smiling at Austen, then kissing him on the neck.
“I know baby,” He reaches behind his head, and holds her gently around the head, kissing her cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”