Post by Andrew Garrison on Feb 4, 2024 10:57:53 GMT -6
So, it's been a while. Where shall we begin…
Andrew Garrison has pretty much been keeping private lately. He has had wrestling matches outside of NEW in other promotions as he battles an injury that forced him out of his Xcore championship match and he hasn't won one of those got damn matches has had, matter of fact in his professional wrestling career lets just say he is in downtime. Nothing seems to be working out for him, actually, he really should be taking time off to heal up and get back into fighting shape. But there is one problem.
Alimony.
And why am I bringing that up? Welp ... .the divorce from She Who Must Not Be Named went through and in your typical divorce case, the judge took the side of the woman. Not only is he in for a ridiculous amount of court-ordered child support that he was planning to pay for anyway because his daughter is his whole world, but a short dress showing off her amazing legs and a low-cut white blouse showing off just the right amount of cleavage gave ol judges horny toad the inclination that Andy owed her more than just child support. So….that means a guy whose career is to fight can’t afford to take time off for injury. He has to do just that and take as many jobs fighting as he can.
However, there is one good thing that came out of this. Andrew made a good friend in the guy that was banging her, and after she caught him in bed with her cousin well….she is back to being the lonely miserable bitch she deserves to be, and there is no court-ordered time with Winter which means Andy can see her at any time he feels. That seems worth the price he has to pay. But…it sucks to be out of that money.
So pretty much Andrew has to secure some kind of second income. He has no fucking clue what that is going to be but he will worry about that later. Right now he is sitting in New Orleans as he is preparing for his return to NEW on Ignite. Strategizing, because he does not want to lose another match. And he brought his new best friend Parker with him.
Conveniently, (and for this story to make sense) Parker’s hobby besides banging ex-wives is also being a private investigator, and because Andrew has no idea who in the fuck The Ruins are, apparently they are some famous professional wrestling family which is funny because no one has ever heard of them, Parker decided to do some digging, as legally as possible.
The two men are found sitting at the hotel bar, Andrew with a nice glass of bourbon and some beignets, staring at a signed picture of New Orleans' favorite son Johnny Stylez framed on the wall behind the bar waiting for PI Parker. Andrew had been exchanging gazes with a rather attractive blond at the other end of the bar and finally bought her a drink. Just as he was about to lose patience waiting for Parker he was about to get up and join her to seal the deal of coming to his room to get it on when….
Parker: Champ!! I’m here. Sorry for being late.
Parker calls Andrew the champ because he is the uncrowned Xcore champion.
Andrew Garrison: It's about time. But make it quick because you see her? I just chose her to be my girlfriend for the night.
Parker looks over his shoulder smiling at the lady who seems like she wants Andrew to join her and he nods his head.
Parker: I need a girlfriend for the night, but I am just not ready. I miss Me…..
Andrew: Tisk tisk tisk…..We must not speak her name. So what did you find out? Who are these people and who in the blue hell is Ailyn Darrington?
Parker: Well how do you not know who Ailyn is, she's been on the same cards as you have. The girl that loses every match? Silly acting, thinks she's a mixed martial artist.
Andrew Garrison: Holy shit she is an actual member of the roster? I swore to God she was just an enhancement talent or a student.
Parker: No bro, she has a hell of a family lineage in pro wrestling, she is the daughter of Rixton Ruin….
Andrew Garrison: Who?
Parker: Rixton Ruin hall of famer?
Andrew Garrison: Of what?
Parker: I guess pro wrestling.
Andrew Garrison: Of what company?
Parker: No idea.
Andrew Garrison: Maybe Al knows him? You know an actual Hall of Famer?
Parker: I did ask Envy he’s never heard of him as well. But obviously, his name holds merit somewhere, and this is his daughter. Ailyn has a brown belt in Brazilian Ju Jitzu and….
Andrew laughs as he smirks at his future girlfriend for the night and finishes his beverage asking for another.
Andrew Garrison: Brown belt huh ... that's as prestigious as the one I am wearing right now holding up my slacks.The way she fights, what did Hall of Fame daddy pay for one for her?
Parker: And then I found this, she’s engaged….and is about to have her wedding. She posted some photos on Instagram of her in her wedding dress.
Parker pulled up the pictures as Andrew looked at them.
Andrew Garrison: Meh...wait isn't she like 16 years old? Already getting married. What a dumbass. Actually, why am I fighting a 16-year-old in the first place? I don’t want a match with a 16-year-old girl.
Parker: She’s 18 champ.
Andrew Garrison: She looks 12, are we sure she’s 18?
Parker: NEW records confirm she is 18 so it is legal.
Andrew Garrison shook his head as he began drinking his next glass.
Andrew Garrison: So what is she getting married to?
Parker flips through his notes.
Parker: Dax Darrington
Andrew Garrison: Is he someone else I should know like how I should know her hall of fame of somewhere pro wrestler father?
Parker: He’s just some guy. I didn’t look any further because why should anyone care? Anywho…her manager is Six Ryan and they all live in a house together…blah blah blah…mother was a sportscaster…
Andrew Garrison: So in other words a spoiled rich kid brat coming into the family business that didn’t ask for her like they didn’t ask for anyone else in her family that is too young to realize that life is going to shit in her face eventually. Got it. Now the question is how do I prepare for her? Because let's be honest, injury or no injury I can’t afford to lose any more matches, especially to the little girl here.
Parker: Silly Girl
Andrew Garrison: Who gives a fuck.
Andrew slaps Parker on the back.
Andrew Garrison: But I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now I need to go seal the deal.
Parker: Do you need me to work the light again?
Andrew ignores him as he approaches the young lady. After a few words, the two made their way to the hotel room. No reason to describe what happened. Use your imagination.
The Next Morning
Andrew is sitting up in bed looking at his phone just scrolling through the internet as his girlfriend from last night is stirring up next to him. She rises from her sleep and moans, slipping her hand under the sheets.
“Good morning. Thanks for last night. Wanna grab some breakfast?”
Andrew looked at her.
Andrew Garrison: Oh…sorry hon you were just the girlfriend for last night, as in just last night. On your way…..
The woman huffed and jumped up, giving Andrew a dirty look grabbing her clothes, and walking out. He goes back to his search where all of a sudden he finds services in New Orleans for Voodoo.
REVEALING YOUR FUTURE AND CLEANSING THE SOUL MADAM WINNIE IS HERE TO HELP CHILD. FREE FIRST READING.
Andrew was intrigued as he heard the door being knocked on. He stood up pulled his underwear on and answered to find Parker with coffee and McDonalds.
Parker: I passed your companion in the hall. She looked highly satisfied but pissed off at the same time. You must have done well.
Andrew Garrison: Leave them wanting more and shut down the idea they can have more. That's my style.
Andrew returns to his phone as Parker pulls out his Egg McMuffin.
Parker: So have you figured out how to prepare for…. what's her name from the famous wrestling family no one cares about?
Andrew Garrison: Ailyn Ruin or Darrington or something?
Parker: Yeah her.
Andrew Garrison: Yep, and I realized I don’t need to prepare or overthink this. She's a jobber, who is too distracted by her wedding coming up to face me in a match. Matter of fact I am going to be nice for once because she hasn't had life smack her in the face yet like it has me, and not make her ruin her big wedding day. Matter of fact I will do her husband a service and beat her so convincingly she quits wrestling and stays home as a housewife. I’d rather spend my time here in New Orleans and have some fun. Embrace the culture, try to hang out with Johnny Stylez, you know. Relax and let my mind and problems free. Which is why we are doing this today.
Andrew shows Parker the ad from Madam Whinnie.
Parker: You’re serious?
Andrew Garrison: Come on bro. We both need a good laugh. Besides she has some pretty nice jugs and we both know you like that. God knows She Who Must Not Be Named had any.
Parker: Yeah but everything else on her was …..
Andrew Garrison: Yeah well….
Parker: OK fine, let's go.
A FEW HOURS LATER
Andrew and Parker paid the $34.00 and were escorted into a dimly lit room with memorabilia of the macabre and voodoo adorning the tables and walls. It was quite an impressive scene, one of those you see straight out of Hollywood. One of the skulls caught the attention of Parker.
Parker: I’m not a man going off of experience with these but, that skull looks very real. She must have paid a fortune for such work.
Suddenly they are both startled as a middle-aged woman walks out.
“Because it's real child. That's the skull of my mother. It's a family tradition to pass down the skulls of your parents to their child in our voodoo tradition. It keeps us connected with the afterlife and cosmos.:
Madam Winnie sits down glaring at Andrew and Parker.
Madam Whinnie: You must be Andrew.
Parker looked incredibly impressed.
Parker: How did you know his na…
Madam Whinnie: Because it's on the form he filled out, you idiot.
Andrew was starting to like this voodoo queen.
Madam Whinnie: What can I do for ya handsome? Let me guess, you need some kind of reset, being down on your luck. The way your body is shifted ever so slightly you must be dealing with some kind of physical ailment. I can’t do nothing for that I am not a witch doctor,
Andrew was even more impressed with her. She was very astute. He was kind of getting turned on a little because, for a middle-aged woman, she wasn’t bad-looking. But that was something he wouldn't even attempt. A one-night stand with a voodoo queen. Break her heart and you end up with sore boils on your sac that will never go away and a limp dick from the hex she would place on you.
Madam Whinnie: Who is Melina?
Andrew winced at the name of She Who Must Not Be Named as Parker jumped in front of Andrew and went to his knees.
Parker: You know Melina?
Madam Whinnie: If I knew her would I be asking you two? I just feel her name being said. You two have a common connection with her right?
Andrew Garrison: Yeah, she's my cunt ex-wife who just robbed me in the divorce because she gave the judge a stiffy.
Parker: And I was her rebound piece and then she dumped me and I’ve been in pain and heartbreak ever since.
Madam Whinnie: And you two are friends?
Andrew Garrison: He is quite useful actually. Doesn't look or act like it but yeah.
Madam Whinnie: So do you have anything of her on you?
Andrew Garrison: Why would I have anything of her on me?
Parker: I'VE GOT A LOCK OF HER HAIR!!
Andrew Garrison: What in the fuck?
Parker excitedly pulls out a small case out of his pocket and hands it to Madam.
Andrew Garrison: That held her hair? I thought it was cigarettes.
Parker: It's my most prized possession. I got it off the floor of her last hair trim.
Andrew Garrison: Dude….
Madam Whinnie took it and pulled out a wool doll from a box behind her. He started an incarnation and rubbed the hair on the doll. After some smoke and flickering lights, and the fact it all of a sudden got cold After a few moments the temp came back up and Madam Whinnie handed the doll to Andrew
Madam Whinnie: Now you have something to take your frustrations out on. Just…don't try killing her with it.
Andrew Garrison: Don’t tell me this is a voodoo doll. This isn’t real.
Madam Whinnie: It's a gift for booking your first appointment with me. And Mr.. Garrison, I take my work very seriously.
Parker grabbed the voodoo doll from Andrew.
Parker: Seriously, so you’re saying if I touch this anywhere she, the real Mel, would feel it?
Madam Whinnie: haven't you seen movies?
Parker: One moment.
Parker grabs his cell phone and dials a number.
Parker: Don’t hang up baby….I need to know something. Do you feel this?
Parker starts to rub the thigh of the doll.
Parker: You’re feeling something touching your thigh….oh yeah….hold on.
Parker gets a devilish grin on his face as he thanks Madam and looks at Andy
Parker: I just found my girlfriend for the night too.
Parker excitedly runs off as Andrew stands there dumbfounded. All of a sudden he hears Madam Whinnie speaking to him.
Madam Whinnie: Inevitable…
Andrew Garrison: What?
Madam Whinnie: Andrew your future is whatever you want it to be because you are inevitable. No matter what road you have to go through it will lead to whatever you want to accomplish or be. Your future is inevitable. What I am saying is go with your instincts and abilities. You will get what you want in the end and that is a guarantee because you are inevitable.
Madam Whinie stands up and hugs Andrew speaking in tongues as her voluptuous breasts press against his chest.
Madam Whinnie: Thank you for your business. I am certain we will meet again.
Madam gives him the stink eye, you know the eye, the one that wanted to rub her voodoo magic all over him. However, Andrew didn’t take the bait and left the room. As stated earlier, limp dick and sore boils that wouldn’t go away.
As Andrew exits the house he walks by the rental car where he hears a woman on speaker phone screaming and moaning with Parker feverishly rubbing the doll saying who’s your Daddy He decides to leave the weirdo alone and starts to walk back towards the hotel, or at least farther away from this scene to call an Uber.
For some odd reason, the voodoo woman made him feel so much better, she called him inevitable. He always felt like he was inevitable hence the t-shirts he sells at shows. But it was nice knowing now that it wasn’t just a cool catchphrase or an excuse for losing. He was inevitable, and he would achieve his goals. Right now the uncrowned Xcore champion, soon be the greatest wrestler in the world.
And as far as Ailyn Darrington goes, she's just a minor speed bump on his road. She can't stop the inevitable…
No one can stop the Inevitable.
Andrew Garrison has pretty much been keeping private lately. He has had wrestling matches outside of NEW in other promotions as he battles an injury that forced him out of his Xcore championship match and he hasn't won one of those got damn matches has had, matter of fact in his professional wrestling career lets just say he is in downtime. Nothing seems to be working out for him, actually, he really should be taking time off to heal up and get back into fighting shape. But there is one problem.
Alimony.
And why am I bringing that up? Welp ... .the divorce from She Who Must Not Be Named went through and in your typical divorce case, the judge took the side of the woman. Not only is he in for a ridiculous amount of court-ordered child support that he was planning to pay for anyway because his daughter is his whole world, but a short dress showing off her amazing legs and a low-cut white blouse showing off just the right amount of cleavage gave ol judges horny toad the inclination that Andy owed her more than just child support. So….that means a guy whose career is to fight can’t afford to take time off for injury. He has to do just that and take as many jobs fighting as he can.
However, there is one good thing that came out of this. Andrew made a good friend in the guy that was banging her, and after she caught him in bed with her cousin well….she is back to being the lonely miserable bitch she deserves to be, and there is no court-ordered time with Winter which means Andy can see her at any time he feels. That seems worth the price he has to pay. But…it sucks to be out of that money.
So pretty much Andrew has to secure some kind of second income. He has no fucking clue what that is going to be but he will worry about that later. Right now he is sitting in New Orleans as he is preparing for his return to NEW on Ignite. Strategizing, because he does not want to lose another match. And he brought his new best friend Parker with him.
Conveniently, (and for this story to make sense) Parker’s hobby besides banging ex-wives is also being a private investigator, and because Andrew has no idea who in the fuck The Ruins are, apparently they are some famous professional wrestling family which is funny because no one has ever heard of them, Parker decided to do some digging, as legally as possible.
The two men are found sitting at the hotel bar, Andrew with a nice glass of bourbon and some beignets, staring at a signed picture of New Orleans' favorite son Johnny Stylez framed on the wall behind the bar waiting for PI Parker. Andrew had been exchanging gazes with a rather attractive blond at the other end of the bar and finally bought her a drink. Just as he was about to lose patience waiting for Parker he was about to get up and join her to seal the deal of coming to his room to get it on when….
Parker: Champ!! I’m here. Sorry for being late.
Parker calls Andrew the champ because he is the uncrowned Xcore champion.
Andrew Garrison: It's about time. But make it quick because you see her? I just chose her to be my girlfriend for the night.
Parker looks over his shoulder smiling at the lady who seems like she wants Andrew to join her and he nods his head.
Parker: I need a girlfriend for the night, but I am just not ready. I miss Me…..
Andrew: Tisk tisk tisk…..We must not speak her name. So what did you find out? Who are these people and who in the blue hell is Ailyn Darrington?
Parker: Well how do you not know who Ailyn is, she's been on the same cards as you have. The girl that loses every match? Silly acting, thinks she's a mixed martial artist.
Andrew Garrison: Holy shit she is an actual member of the roster? I swore to God she was just an enhancement talent or a student.
Parker: No bro, she has a hell of a family lineage in pro wrestling, she is the daughter of Rixton Ruin….
Andrew Garrison: Who?
Parker: Rixton Ruin hall of famer?
Andrew Garrison: Of what?
Parker: I guess pro wrestling.
Andrew Garrison: Of what company?
Parker: No idea.
Andrew Garrison: Maybe Al knows him? You know an actual Hall of Famer?
Parker: I did ask Envy he’s never heard of him as well. But obviously, his name holds merit somewhere, and this is his daughter. Ailyn has a brown belt in Brazilian Ju Jitzu and….
Andrew laughs as he smirks at his future girlfriend for the night and finishes his beverage asking for another.
Andrew Garrison: Brown belt huh ... that's as prestigious as the one I am wearing right now holding up my slacks.The way she fights, what did Hall of Fame daddy pay for one for her?
Parker: And then I found this, she’s engaged….and is about to have her wedding. She posted some photos on Instagram of her in her wedding dress.
Parker pulled up the pictures as Andrew looked at them.
Andrew Garrison: Meh...wait isn't she like 16 years old? Already getting married. What a dumbass. Actually, why am I fighting a 16-year-old in the first place? I don’t want a match with a 16-year-old girl.
Parker: She’s 18 champ.
Andrew Garrison: She looks 12, are we sure she’s 18?
Parker: NEW records confirm she is 18 so it is legal.
Andrew Garrison shook his head as he began drinking his next glass.
Andrew Garrison: So what is she getting married to?
Parker flips through his notes.
Parker: Dax Darrington
Andrew Garrison: Is he someone else I should know like how I should know her hall of fame of somewhere pro wrestler father?
Parker: He’s just some guy. I didn’t look any further because why should anyone care? Anywho…her manager is Six Ryan and they all live in a house together…blah blah blah…mother was a sportscaster…
Andrew Garrison: So in other words a spoiled rich kid brat coming into the family business that didn’t ask for her like they didn’t ask for anyone else in her family that is too young to realize that life is going to shit in her face eventually. Got it. Now the question is how do I prepare for her? Because let's be honest, injury or no injury I can’t afford to lose any more matches, especially to the little girl here.
Parker: Silly Girl
Andrew Garrison: Who gives a fuck.
Andrew slaps Parker on the back.
Andrew Garrison: But I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now I need to go seal the deal.
Parker: Do you need me to work the light again?
Andrew ignores him as he approaches the young lady. After a few words, the two made their way to the hotel room. No reason to describe what happened. Use your imagination.
The Next Morning
Andrew is sitting up in bed looking at his phone just scrolling through the internet as his girlfriend from last night is stirring up next to him. She rises from her sleep and moans, slipping her hand under the sheets.
“Good morning. Thanks for last night. Wanna grab some breakfast?”
Andrew looked at her.
Andrew Garrison: Oh…sorry hon you were just the girlfriend for last night, as in just last night. On your way…..
The woman huffed and jumped up, giving Andrew a dirty look grabbing her clothes, and walking out. He goes back to his search where all of a sudden he finds services in New Orleans for Voodoo.
REVEALING YOUR FUTURE AND CLEANSING THE SOUL MADAM WINNIE IS HERE TO HELP CHILD. FREE FIRST READING.
Andrew was intrigued as he heard the door being knocked on. He stood up pulled his underwear on and answered to find Parker with coffee and McDonalds.
Parker: I passed your companion in the hall. She looked highly satisfied but pissed off at the same time. You must have done well.
Andrew Garrison: Leave them wanting more and shut down the idea they can have more. That's my style.
Andrew returns to his phone as Parker pulls out his Egg McMuffin.
Parker: So have you figured out how to prepare for…. what's her name from the famous wrestling family no one cares about?
Andrew Garrison: Ailyn Ruin or Darrington or something?
Parker: Yeah her.
Andrew Garrison: Yep, and I realized I don’t need to prepare or overthink this. She's a jobber, who is too distracted by her wedding coming up to face me in a match. Matter of fact I am going to be nice for once because she hasn't had life smack her in the face yet like it has me, and not make her ruin her big wedding day. Matter of fact I will do her husband a service and beat her so convincingly she quits wrestling and stays home as a housewife. I’d rather spend my time here in New Orleans and have some fun. Embrace the culture, try to hang out with Johnny Stylez, you know. Relax and let my mind and problems free. Which is why we are doing this today.
Andrew shows Parker the ad from Madam Whinnie.
Parker: You’re serious?
Andrew Garrison: Come on bro. We both need a good laugh. Besides she has some pretty nice jugs and we both know you like that. God knows She Who Must Not Be Named had any.
Parker: Yeah but everything else on her was …..
Andrew Garrison: Yeah well….
Parker: OK fine, let's go.
A FEW HOURS LATER
Andrew and Parker paid the $34.00 and were escorted into a dimly lit room with memorabilia of the macabre and voodoo adorning the tables and walls. It was quite an impressive scene, one of those you see straight out of Hollywood. One of the skulls caught the attention of Parker.
Parker: I’m not a man going off of experience with these but, that skull looks very real. She must have paid a fortune for such work.
Suddenly they are both startled as a middle-aged woman walks out.
“Because it's real child. That's the skull of my mother. It's a family tradition to pass down the skulls of your parents to their child in our voodoo tradition. It keeps us connected with the afterlife and cosmos.:
Madam Winnie sits down glaring at Andrew and Parker.
Madam Whinnie: You must be Andrew.
Parker looked incredibly impressed.
Parker: How did you know his na…
Madam Whinnie: Because it's on the form he filled out, you idiot.
Andrew was starting to like this voodoo queen.
Madam Whinnie: What can I do for ya handsome? Let me guess, you need some kind of reset, being down on your luck. The way your body is shifted ever so slightly you must be dealing with some kind of physical ailment. I can’t do nothing for that I am not a witch doctor,
Andrew was even more impressed with her. She was very astute. He was kind of getting turned on a little because, for a middle-aged woman, she wasn’t bad-looking. But that was something he wouldn't even attempt. A one-night stand with a voodoo queen. Break her heart and you end up with sore boils on your sac that will never go away and a limp dick from the hex she would place on you.
Madam Whinnie: Who is Melina?
Andrew winced at the name of She Who Must Not Be Named as Parker jumped in front of Andrew and went to his knees.
Parker: You know Melina?
Madam Whinnie: If I knew her would I be asking you two? I just feel her name being said. You two have a common connection with her right?
Andrew Garrison: Yeah, she's my cunt ex-wife who just robbed me in the divorce because she gave the judge a stiffy.
Parker: And I was her rebound piece and then she dumped me and I’ve been in pain and heartbreak ever since.
Madam Whinnie: And you two are friends?
Andrew Garrison: He is quite useful actually. Doesn't look or act like it but yeah.
Madam Whinnie: So do you have anything of her on you?
Andrew Garrison: Why would I have anything of her on me?
Parker: I'VE GOT A LOCK OF HER HAIR!!
Andrew Garrison: What in the fuck?
Parker excitedly pulls out a small case out of his pocket and hands it to Madam.
Andrew Garrison: That held her hair? I thought it was cigarettes.
Parker: It's my most prized possession. I got it off the floor of her last hair trim.
Andrew Garrison: Dude….
Madam Whinnie took it and pulled out a wool doll from a box behind her. He started an incarnation and rubbed the hair on the doll. After some smoke and flickering lights, and the fact it all of a sudden got cold After a few moments the temp came back up and Madam Whinnie handed the doll to Andrew
Madam Whinnie: Now you have something to take your frustrations out on. Just…don't try killing her with it.
Andrew Garrison: Don’t tell me this is a voodoo doll. This isn’t real.
Madam Whinnie: It's a gift for booking your first appointment with me. And Mr.. Garrison, I take my work very seriously.
Parker grabbed the voodoo doll from Andrew.
Parker: Seriously, so you’re saying if I touch this anywhere she, the real Mel, would feel it?
Madam Whinnie: haven't you seen movies?
Parker: One moment.
Parker grabs his cell phone and dials a number.
Parker: Don’t hang up baby….I need to know something. Do you feel this?
Parker starts to rub the thigh of the doll.
Parker: You’re feeling something touching your thigh….oh yeah….hold on.
Parker gets a devilish grin on his face as he thanks Madam and looks at Andy
Parker: I just found my girlfriend for the night too.
Parker excitedly runs off as Andrew stands there dumbfounded. All of a sudden he hears Madam Whinnie speaking to him.
Madam Whinnie: Inevitable…
Andrew Garrison: What?
Madam Whinnie: Andrew your future is whatever you want it to be because you are inevitable. No matter what road you have to go through it will lead to whatever you want to accomplish or be. Your future is inevitable. What I am saying is go with your instincts and abilities. You will get what you want in the end and that is a guarantee because you are inevitable.
Madam Whinie stands up and hugs Andrew speaking in tongues as her voluptuous breasts press against his chest.
Madam Whinnie: Thank you for your business. I am certain we will meet again.
Madam gives him the stink eye, you know the eye, the one that wanted to rub her voodoo magic all over him. However, Andrew didn’t take the bait and left the room. As stated earlier, limp dick and sore boils that wouldn’t go away.
As Andrew exits the house he walks by the rental car where he hears a woman on speaker phone screaming and moaning with Parker feverishly rubbing the doll saying who’s your Daddy He decides to leave the weirdo alone and starts to walk back towards the hotel, or at least farther away from this scene to call an Uber.
For some odd reason, the voodoo woman made him feel so much better, she called him inevitable. He always felt like he was inevitable hence the t-shirts he sells at shows. But it was nice knowing now that it wasn’t just a cool catchphrase or an excuse for losing. He was inevitable, and he would achieve his goals. Right now the uncrowned Xcore champion, soon be the greatest wrestler in the world.
And as far as Ailyn Darrington goes, she's just a minor speed bump on his road. She can't stop the inevitable…
No one can stop the Inevitable.