Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 22:29:52 GMT -6
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Bitch Slapped By Destiny
"Maybe life is random, but I doubt it."
- Steven Tyler
They say that pain of the mind exceeds pain of the body. They fear that their pride will be called into question, and that their credibility will be diminished. I am cut from a different cloth. When Hunter Valentyne attacked me following my match with Ray Andrews nearly two weeks ago, it was not my pride that was injured. The only damage I walked away with was physical, and as the great Simone Weil said, "Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge." Pain is God's way of teaching us, of helping us adjust to the world and become stronger. This is no different. And though my injuries kept me from competing last week, what didn't kill me has only made me stronger. I am ready to get back into the game; ready to take the throne of the next Youngblood Champion.
My only question is why? Why did he attack me? What motive could he have to go after someone like myself? If what I think is true, this issue goes back a long way, over five years. Our last confrontation occurred in the now defunct JCW,where Hunter held the tag team championships with his friend, and JCW Owner,Ballistic. My brother Matt and I had not only defeated them, taking their championships. We also destroyed their pride. How good can it feel to have your titles captured by two men who were new to the business? Of course, they chose the path losers often take and made baseless claims of cheating and luck. Their envy blinded them to truth.
So now, on the road to championship gold, I once again meet Hunter in the ring.Not in a match, but in an altercation that only proves his cowardice. I shall move on though, not wishing to waste my time with that cretin any longer. He showed his true colors, and I shall prove myself to be the better man as I turn my cheek. Hell, I'm already the better wrestler, as evidenced by our past. So this week I focus my eye on the prize, and my opponents at hand; Jacob Neal, Tek the Wildcard, and Iceman Samuel Sampson. What an interesting combination.
Let's start with the unknown; Tek. This is a man of average size for his profession, average age. He's not from anywhere special, and has yet to impress anyone. He has no real focus in his skill set, and from what I have seen of his past matches, he tends to have no real base or style. He just attacks aimlessly.Then there's his signature and finisher; The Genocide and Sydistik respectively. Basic moves that wouldn't impress anyone. Some basic moves I learned in my first month of training. He has no big history in the business,hasn't done anything worthwhile, and has no accolades to speak of. In short, he's a waste of my bloody time.
To pit someone like me against a worm like him is funny. Looks like the powers that be wish for an early end to The Wildcard's career. I'm not complaining I guess. Coming off of this injury, I wouldn't want the best challenge. My body needs to fully recuperate. So who do they add into the mix? None other than Jacob Neal...and who is he again? Seriously, another nobody being pit against me for reasons I am not being allowed to know. He's fairly smaller than Tek, though seems to have just as little talent. Not to mention, the fucker's from Canada; England's dumping ground! Ha!
But in all seriousness, there is one thing I have to credit Neal with. He has a good taste in music, selecting an Alter Bridge song for his theme. That would warm my heart a little, but then there's his ring gear, a damned singlet and boots with the fucking Canadian flag on them! Does he have pride in being a Canadian!? This guy is fucking nuts if he actually likes to be from that pit hole. Just like Tek, his style is, well, he has no style. He just does whatever, whenever he's able. And once again, he also has pathetically simple moves that any idiot could pull off. Nothing in his past to be proud of, so what's the point? Well, apparently at only eighteen years old, he has spent the last four years in high school wrestling training.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
He thinks that makes him worthy of a company like NEW!? He thinks that high school wrestling is on par with the pro leagues!? This guy is a fucking moron! Ok, so he trained with Chris "The Future" McIntyre, a guy who himself has yet to make a name for himself. They call him one of the finest young wrestlers in Canada today? That's like how Justin Bieber is one of the best pop artists today. The shiniest of turds is still a bloody turd. It's almost insulting to have to face this jack-off. At least these fucktards in charge did one thing right for this match; the final opponent. "Iceman" Samuel Sampson, a true athlete and someone who actually has some bloody talent. This guy is someone I can enjoy fighting. His skills in the ring are....
"Steve,what in the bloody blue fuck are you doing?"
I turn my head, away from the webcam on my laptop, to find Arrietty standing behind me. She had just gotten out of the shower, as evidenced by her wet hair and the fact that she's in nothing but a towel. She approaches with curiosity and stares at the screen for a moment before realizing it's recording. She cries out and runs off, her towel falling to the floor as she sprints to her bedroom in embarrassment. I laugh and turn back to the cam, smiling as I say,"And that's my sister everyone."
I decide it best to finish the live feed now, leaving it at that for the time being. Arrietty's probably sobbing into her pillow, and I think it best to try and comfort her. She's so sensitive, like a freshly picked flower. As beautiful as one too. The shock of learning that she was being shown to the world in nothing but her towel freaked her out a little. I guess I can try to understand the feeling...though for me, I'd probably flaunt my body instead. When you're as fucking sexy as I am, why hide anything? Either way, she's not in the same mindset, and it'd be cruel of me to not check in on her. So, standing to my feet, I begin my walk over to where she ran when suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring.
It's nine at night, so who in the fuck could be here at this hour? Nix, Arrietty, Paul, and Matt are all here already, and I doubt that Jives is throwing wild parties without me knowing. Sighing, I turn and walk down the stairs as the bell rings a second time. Finally reaching it, I unlock and open it to find someone I had not expected to see at this time, much less at this place. For the love of me I cannot remember her name though. The girl before me is certainly a rare beauty the likes of which I've rarely seen. Her formerly long brown hair has been cut and dyed blonde, yet her face remains the same as it's always been, round and perfect.
"Been a while, eh?" she asks, a smirk spread across her face as she steps inside, uninvited. The sheer confusion I'm feeling in this moment has stolen my voice and is holding it hostage under lock and key. However, as she continues down the hall, I close the door behind her and follow. We soon reach the kitchen,where she goes straight for the fridge, removing from it a can of my own beer,which she then proceeds to crack open and drink from. I almost want to ask her how she knows her way around, but then I unfortunately remember exactly what happened back then. Of course, that was before Nix and I had gotten together,thank God.
"So,Steve, how have you been?"
"Um,you can't be here," I tell her sternly. She seems unimpressed by my failed intimidation and steps up to me. Her smirk widens and suddenly she kisses me.Now, I don't mean she just pressed her lips against mine. She navigated the inner workings of my mouth like a pro. She soon releases me, and steps back,returning her attention to the beer. I try to find a way to tell her to fuck off, in a nicer way of course, but suddenly realize I have some gum in my mouth...but I wasn't chewing gum...OH MY GOD! Spitting the pre-chewed gum into the nearby trash can, I scratch my tongue with the Brillo pad on the sink, only inciting laughter from the girl.
"Oh,calm your tits," she laughs, "but I guess I probably should get tothe reason I'm here."
"Yes,"I reply, still scrubbing my tongue, "please do!"
"I'm sure you've forgotten me by now, and I don't blame you. One night stands never do last, do they? I'll just cue you in. The name's Josianne Stone, or as you screamed in the bed all those years ago, Josi. I'm here because I believe that you're looking for a manager. Read it in the paper."
"Good for you," I angrily reply, gurgling a cap full of the mouth wash I keep under the sink for emergencies, "the position is already filled!"
"Sorry Stevie, you can't trick this rabbit," she says, touching her finger to my nose, "you've already turned down all sixty three applicants."
What in the actual fuck!? How in the hell could she know this? Is she fucking stalking me? I hit the call button on the wall for security, who honestly should be doing their fucking jobs and might be losing them after this, and take a seat at the table, rubbing my temple out of pure, unadulterated frustration. She takes the seat beside me and looks me dead in the eye before reciting every single gig deadAmbition did in it's first year, including venue,songs played, and the amount of people who bought tickets. I stare at her for a moment, but shake my head. Was I actually considering hiring this loony?
"I have memorized every single event you've ever done, every arena you've sold out, every song you've ever played. I know everything about this band and you in specific Steve. You could say I'm the ultimate fan. Who better to manage the band then the person who knows them better than they know themselves?"
"Listen Josianne, I'm sure you're a sweet girl, "I say, openly lying through my teeth, "but I just don't see it working out. You said it yourself. We had a one night stand, and I'm married now. Don't you realize the repercussions this could have?"
"Stop bitching and hire me already. You know there's no one better for the job, and I promise that things won't get awkward between us. Besides, I'm seeing someone myself. So I don't have time for you anymore."
"Then why the hell did you fucking kiss me!?" I yell out, standing to my feet.Security finally arrives, but I hold out my hand to stop them for the moment. I honestly want to hear her answer to this. The room is silent for a whole minute, then she speaks, her voice softer and gentler than usual.
"Because,I know something you don't."
"And what the fuck is that!?" I ask.
"Your match this week has been altered. Iceman is out."
Everything seems to stop. She doesn't smirk or show a look of self-satisfaction in obviously sending me into a state of shock and confusion. She just stands there, looking actually innocent for once. I ask her to elaborate, and she explains that Sampson walked away from New Edge due to contract disputes with management, turning the fatal 4-way match into a triple threat. She adds that she has secured with a company to begin work on a DVD set spanning my career,which already has twelve million pre-orders online, despite only having been announced this morning. I wave the security away, and quietly say to them,"false alarm." I then get back up and put my hand against the wall,leaning against it quietly.
"Ok. You've got the job Josi. But I do want to warn you. You'd better behave yourself, because you can be fired just as easily. I do thank you for finding this out for me, and for getting a DVD deal done. I will have Paul get your contract signed in the morning. Knowing you, you're probably already prepared to stay, so your room is on the top floor, east wing, third hall from the stairs, second room. Jives serves breakfast at nine sharp, so we can discuss the rules of the house then. I expect you to handle plane tickets to and from New York for this weeks show by tomorrow at noon. Now get out of my sight."
I leave her in the kitchen, heading back to the stairs. I walk up, suddenly exhausted, and head into my room, where I lay down and sigh. Staring at the Van Halen poster on the ceiling, I think of how it must be destiny that she's come back into my life. Hell, it's as if Destiny walked right up and bitch slapped the fuck out of me. I think about everything she said, especially about Iceman leaving New Edge Wrestling. I could tell by her voice and change of tone that she was truthful in what she said, but why? Why would Samuel leave NEW over contract disputes? It isn't like him. On the subject, why wasn't I informed about this? It's kind of an important little tidbit. So it's down to Neal and Tek, two pathetically untalented wastes of space. Well, so much for this match posing a challenge for me.
I guess I'll fly in to New York, kick those fuckers asses, and return here to New Forest. Life shall go on, and I will move closer to the Youngblood Championship. Of course, now I don't even have to worry about training for my match. It'll tire me out and honestly do more harm than good at this point. I don't know what to do now. I feel the bed shift and look over to Nix laying there beside me, half-naked and asleep. I hope that Josi doesn't interfere with my marriage in any way. I don't want anything to fuck with our happiness. For now, I guess things shall continue as normal. How long that lasts though is always a mystery.