Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2019 20:05:10 GMT -6
“Dripping in Blood and Gold...”
The Howling Wolf @ Undisclosed Airstrip - Isla De Juventud, Cuba | October 15th, 2019
The last few weeks have been filled with emotional ups and downs for me and those I am closest to. Back on the path to sobriety and rebuilding my marriage one wrench turn at a time. Conquering Morbid Wolf for the second time, earning me the honor of being the first EVER Battle Born Champion. One of my friends and mentors, Vincent Black, has made his return to the ring, against the unlikeliest of targets in Nomad. My wife is number one contender for my Championship, our girlfriend is the Trans-Atlantic Champion, and her boyfriend is the World Heavyweight Champion. What a motley crew we are, but we’re literally dripping in gold.
My smartwatch started to buzz, an alarm to wake me from my post workout nap. My mind was racing after another romp with the ladies, Allison and Anicka are wrapped around me, one to either side with their legs intertwined across my thighs. I lift my head and kiss them both on the tops of their heads. As gently as I can, I wiggle out from their grasps and make my way over to the built in drawers. I opened one of the drawers and grab a pair of athletic shorts, which I quickly slip into before closing the drawer and quietly making my way out of the room. I sneak past Enigma, who are both completely lost in a horror flick on the 75 inch QLED screen I convinced Damon and Kal to let me have installed. A great babysitter sitter, if you catch my drift. The twins are quietly playing in their Pak n Play crib.
Heading to the bathroom, I splash some water on my face which causes me to wince. As I look in the mirror, I assess the damage once more. Bloody lip, black eye, bruising on my check. We’re getting picked off by a bunch of hooded schmucks likely trying to make a name for themselves. Seems like the time is as good as any other to proceed with our plans. Colt is due for a real match, next time the outcome is going to be very different. All of the sudden I‘m startled as a pair of arms are wrapped around me. I lean forward and prop myself up with both hands as Allison squeezes me the way she always does, my anger slowly goes away.
ALLISON
“You’ve never looked hotter to me babe…”
DANE
“I bet you say that to all the guys.”
ALLISON
“Nah, none of the guys I was with before got beat up this badly.”
DANE
“Hardy har har. We need to talk to Voo. It’s time to move on our plans.
ALLISON
“I couldn’t agree more.”
A toilet flushes, both Allison and I cock our heads to see who it could be, when Ani comes waltzing over in all her naked glory. I’m still propped up against one of the sinks, Ani takes my arm and ducks under it backing her bare ass against me, putting my hand back down on the sink. Allison tries to grab Ani from behind me, her short arms making the endeavor a difficult one.
ANICKA
“Ani has to go pets. Ani promised her Cowboy that she would fly back with him. But Ani wanted to have some special time with you both before she goes. It’s a good idea that you talk to Voo. Ani is curious how she feels about Vincent being back in the ring. Should make for some entertainment back at the Compound.”
Allison peeks her head around to look at Ani in the mirror, their eyes meet, something private between the two of them.
ALLISON
“Be sure to give Marie some love from me. We’ll drive you to the airport once we get cleaned up.”
ANICKA
“Ani would be much obliged and appreciative of the company, but Cowboy is coming here to get her in an hour.”
The look on Allison’s face was full of sadness and disappointment. I’m not sure what they’re not telling me, but I can tell that it isn’t good. Anicka spun around and threw her arms behind my head. She pulled me down close and kissed me sensually, in a way she never had before. When she released the kiss, she looked me dead in the eyes.
ANICKA
“Ani wants you to fuck Manson up. Ani wants you to hurt him bad. She wants you to take the beating Allison gave him and stack yours on top. Ani wants him to know pain in ways he never has. Ani wants him to dread every mention of our names, every thought of what we’ve done to him and what we’re going to continue doing to him. Ani wants him broken, on his knees, begging Ani to end his suffering. After a time, she will. But not before you break him for Ani.”
DANE
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She kissed me once more, freeing one hand and pulling Allison over, kissing her as well. Over the next hour we all got cleaned up, Enigma had broken away from the tv and made something to eat for everyone before we went our separate ways. We said our goodbyes to Ani and Roger as they got into an all black Rubicon and headed for the airport. Allison silently walked up next to me and I took her hand in mine, we both watched the Jeep until we couldn’t see it anymore. Turning to go back inside the plane we walked up the ramp, once inside I punched the ramp controls to close the ramp. I looked at Allison, now holding my arm with both hands, keeping me close.
DANE
“Is everything okay babe?”
ALLISON
“Just worried about Voo. This whole ordeal with Vin breaking the Pack’s trust has her in a helluva mood. Him being back in the ring has affected her, Ani and I are scared to see what kind of mindset she’s in. That’s all.”
Wolf Compound, New Jersey | October 18th, 2019
It was a crisp morning, all the leaves were still damp with morning dew, yet still crunched as I walked towards the dock at the lake. Next to the dock was a half open, half covered terrace, with a brick oven, grilling pits and several rustic wooden picnic tables. I brought a backpack and some goodies with me for this morning’s promo shoot.
“If there is one thing that is an unforgivable sin in this business, it’s when someone puts hands on family members who are not trained in the ring. Family members who come to see us when we happen to be in town. What makes it worse is when the family member happens to be a nun, someone who has devoted her entire life to her lord and savior. A woman whose kindness and compassion would ask that I don’t do to you what I plan to do to you this coming Monday night. Unfortunately for you, her sister whom I love dearly, has charged me with the task of breaking you in two before she gets to you.”
Upon reaching the terrace, I slung my pack onto the table with a loud thump as it landed. With one hand, I unzipped the pack and dumped a watermelon onto the table.
“I want to make it clear, I’m not breaking you because she can’t do it herself, I’m breaking you because you fucked with family and that is just something that cannot and will not go unpunished. My wife and her stepmother, brothers and their former family butler were kidnapped by another wrestler, someone who was damn near family to them. Suffice it to say the transgression brought down the full force of the Wolf and Riggs families, resulting in a baseball bat, with hundreds of eight in screws driven through it’s barrel, wrapped in barbed wire being driven into the former family member’s skull.”
With a flick of the wrist I snatched that very bat into my grip. Blood and guts soaked into the grains and dried, giving it a sinister aesthetic, as if the screws and barbed wire didn’t give it enough. I roll it and spin it around a couple times for dramatic effect before spinning and driving it down through the watermelon still resting on the picnic table. With a squishy, splattering, thunk the bat sank all the way through the watermelon, its guts gushing out onto the table and dripping to the ground beneath it. Releasing my grasp of the bat, it remained in place as the screws had bitten the table and held fast in place.
“This bat had a name twice before, but for this particular battle it shall be named Andrea as I exact vengeance in her name. Because what you did was the most unforgivable sin, it deserves to have justice delivered in the most vile, destructive and violent way imaginable. So I want you to go into this match knowing when the final bell tolls, your head is going to resemble the watermelon here.”
“I aim to prove to the world this brain you claim is MIT worthy is really the size of a fucking peanut. You still run around flexing that so called big brain of yours, yet you couldn’t differentiate between Ani and her sister Andi. I get that they’re identical twins and all, but they couldn’t dress, act, style their hair or carry themselves any differently. Something that a man with the rumored intellect that you claim to have would have been able to notice immediately. Kinda makes me think that you’re bullshitting us, bullshitting everyone, including yourself. Don’t worry though, pretty soon none of that is going to matter, nothing will. Because after I am finished with you, and Ani has picked your bones clean, you won’t be anything more than an afterthought in the annals of NEW.”
I turn around and yanked the bat free from the watermelon and the table, bringing chunks of watermelon gore with it. I pick a few pieces of the watermelon out of the barbed wire and toss them in my mouth with a smile.
“There is a movement happening here in NEW, a movement that has seen myself and a number of others on the receiving end of some pretty violent beatings. The kinds of beatings that I have a penchant for doling out, the kinds of beatings that are not going to go unanswered. Colt likes to kick people when they’re down, he likes to side with these cowards under masks and hoods. He too will taste the pain that Andrea is going unleash on NEW.”
“But I won’t allow myself to jump the gun. I overlooked you once before and you took advantage of the opportunity, catching me on a bad day. Something that I will never allow to happen again. We have unfinished business you and I, which is something that will be rectified this Monday night after I have stomped you into a bloody puddle in the middle of the ring and left your sorry ass for dead.”
“You know deep down in your heart that you are not on my level. You know damn well that you are not on the level of anyone from my pride. Ani has shown you this. Allison has proven this. I will leave absolutely no room for doubt when I prove it this week. You have been outmatched one, two, three times too many. You are outclassed and you know it.”
I grabbed one of the trash cans with my free hand and brought it over to the table. With the bat I gestured to the watermelon gore, still leaking onto the ground.
“While I’m very aware that the watermelon lacked the capability of fighting back or defending itself, you can still look forward to similar treatment.”
I swept the watermelon into the trash can with the bat, before returning the trash can to its proper place. I looked up at the camera.
“I’d love to think that you’re bright enough to at least catch my meaning, but history has proven that to be false. What the symbolism of these actions means, is that when I’m done with you, there will be no further use for you and you will find your remains dumped in the refuse pile. Which, coincidentally, is where you have always belonged. You see, it’s a widely known fact that you tried to convince Anicka to work with you behind the scenes. When she rebuffed your proposal, you became unhinged, her rejection set you off and you began to travel down a dark path. But what you failed to consider was the fact that you would not be facing one, but many of us on your journeys down that dark path.”
“Like I’ve already said, you and I have unfinished business to take care of, you’ve fought Ani, you’ve fought my wife, and you’ve been utterly and completely demolished. Monday night is my turn. Monday night I take out my frustrations, all the times you’ve called Ani a whore, all the times you put hands on Ani and my wife, the attack on Andi, I’m going to unleash the full, unbridled rage that has been growing inside me. I’m going to unleash that rage on you. And there isn’t a damn thing you or your “hood” brother or anybody else is going to be able to do about it. Just in case anyone gets any bright ideas, we will be rolling en masse going forward. You want to play the numbers game with us? We’ll bring the numbers to you!”
I reached into the pack and pulled out the Battle Born Championship and slung it over my shoulder.
“You see this title? I fought a man, no, I fought an animal to earn the honor of being named the first Battle Born Champion in NEW. It was no easy feat. Despite the fact that I have had Morbid Wolf’s number each and every time we’ve stepped into the ring, I will never claim that those fights were easy. That said, I feel compelled to tell you that I don’t see you as a challenge. No, I see you as a nuisance that was put in my way to placate the networks Ignite is aired on. I see you as a rabid old dog, in need of being put out to pasture. I see you as nothing more than my next victim, a lamb being led to slaughter. I beg you to prove me wrong, though I know my plea falls upon deaf ears. Because the truth of the matter is that when all is said and done, people look back at this match and call it the Execution of Kyle Manson. I'll see you Monday night, if you've got the balls to show up.”
I slung the pack over my head, swung the bat up and propped it against the shoulder opposite my Battle Born Championship, as I winked at the camera and blew a kiss. I turned around and walked back towards the homes on the Compound grounds whistling the Andy Griffith show theme song as I walked.
Overheard inside the lockerroom of Dane Preston.
DANE
“It’s time to bring the family together.”
VOODOO
“Finally come to your senses, I see? Vincent and Nomad may be a problem if they can’t work past their issues.”
DANE
“I’m sure we can convince them to co-exist. Besides, I doubt they’ll let anyone else hit the other besides them. That could work in our favor.”
VOODOO
“Only time will tell. I’ll do what I can on my end.”
DANE
“As will I…”
//fin.