Save Me.

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Save Me.
“ From Myself. ”

“I cannot believe that we are here, finally.” The voice of that beautiful bride spoke, looking to her soon-to-be husband, Hudson McKnight. It had been a long journey, to say the least.

“Baby, believe it.” Hudson smiled at Jordyn.

The pastor held that Bible in his left hand, as he looked at the two with a smile. “And, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Hudson McKnight, you may now kiss your bride.”

Just as Hudson leaned toward Jordyn, the screen froze. It began to fade, and a dark, cynical laughter replaced the scene. In bright red words, “No one can save you,” flashed across the television screen. A loud shriek was heard, followed by the sound of three gunshots. Glass shattered, just before a foot came crashing into that television monitor. Heavy breathing could be heard, as the shadow of a man showed upon a blood-stained, concrete wall. In that blood there was a phrase written, “Save Me.”

“Do you hear that, Baby?” The voice of Hudson McKnight was heard, as you see him step into view, now. Clothes were tattered, and he looked as though he hadn’t shaved in months. His eyes stared toward that rocking chair, that was occupied by a life-like doll that resembled Jordyn McKnight. No, no, not the New Kid on the Block, you old bastards. His name was Jordan Knight.

“Do you hear that beautiful lullaby?”

There was no music. No lullaby. Absolute silence, in fact. And, yet, Hudson began to hum along the rhythm of ‘Hush Little Baby’. That cynical smile crossed his lips, as he turned to face the corner, where a generic wooden crib was set up.

“Baby girl loves hearing Daddy’s music.”

Silence. There was no more noise. No sound of Hudson’;s humming. No sound of any kind. Just sheer silence. And then, suddenly, a loud and blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the basement room.

“HOW COULD THIS BE?!”

Hudson fell to his knees, cupping his face with his hands. He began to rock back and forth, his fingers tugging roughly at that beard he sported.

“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay, my love. I will find out. I will find out. Find out who did this to you. To you and my baby girl. To you..my baby.”

He continued to repeat himself, everything spoken twice. It was obvious by now that he’d gone mad. Hell, didn’t we all go a little mad, now and again? Just like Jesse Styles, for putting Hudson in a match with ten other people. Mad. Insane. Fucking brilliant. That’s ten other people for Hudson to focus on, to release some of that anger on.

Meanwhile, upstairs, standing in the living room were two figures. A female dressed in business attire, and a taller male. Someone that looked rather familiar to the wrestling industry. As he turned, it was revealed to be none other than Jeff Dorsey. The two appeared to be in heavy conversation.

doctor matthews; " Are you certain that him getting into a wrestling ring in this condition is a good idea? "

jeff dorsey; " Do you have any better idea? Look, you have tried everything else. Nothing has worked. They often say that re-living moments in your past can help. Maybe, putting him back in a wrestling ring is exactly what Hudson needs to get through this... whatever it is you've called it. "

doctor matthews; " First of all, who is they? When did ‘they’ get a medical license? Secondly, It's a form of PSTD. What if he kills someone, Jeff? Will you be okay with that? "

jeff dorsey; " They, as in medical research papers I’ve found. I would assume whoever supplied your medical license also gave them their’s. And, what if he kills himself, Dr. Matthews? Are you okay with that? "

doctor matthews; " No offense, but killing himself won't land him in prison. "

jeff dorsey; " With all due respect, Doc, he's already in prison. Look around. Concrete walls. Living in hell. I found him..like this. In his home in Orlando. This is the state of mind he's been in for five years, now. So, until you find a way to fix him, then this is the option we are going with. NEW needs talent like his. He needs to get out of this basement. The only thing now is, getting him on a damn plane. "

doctor matthews; " You work on that, and I’ll be packing. "

jeff dorsey; " Wait. Why are you packing? "

doctor matthews; " Certainly you don’t think it’s safe to put him on a plane, and around other people without someone knowing his medical status, and capable of .."

jeff dorsey; " Of, what? Drugging him? Fine. Go, get your stuff. We leave for the airport in the morning. I have work to do here."

Flash Forward -- The following morning.

The airport wasn’t a crowded place at six a.m. Thankfully, too, as Jeff stood to the left of Hudson, while Doctor Matthews was on the right. Hudson was changed from those clothes he was last in. Cleaned up, in fact. He almost looked presentable. If only that state of mind had changed, but unfortunately for ten other contestants in a Silver Briefcase Ladder Match at Ascension; he was still a mad man.

In fact, in Hudson’s arms was that life-like replica of his wife, Jordyn.

hudson mcknight; “Jeff, are you certain that my baby girl is being taken well care of?”

With a heavy sigh, and a nod of his head, Dorsey would respond, “Hudson, I promise you, my man.She is in good hands. My wife is great with kids.”

Doctor Matthews shook her head, as Jeff cut his eyes over at her. “You couldn’t maybe convince him to keep the doll at home, Jeff?”

jeff dorsey; “Really, Doctor Matthews? It was hard enough getting him to leave the baby. Let’s go, security is already going to be a nightmare.”

Nightmare. A bad dream. Ten contestants were about to wish that’s all Ascension was to them. A bad dream. When in reality, this was about to be their own personal hell. One that not even Nocturnal can save them from.

As the trio, ahem, four of them, approached the security gate, there was already eyes on them. Dr. Matthews lifted a hand to her face, while Jeff was visibly irritated.

hudson mcknight; “Shh. Shh. It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. My love, it’s okay. They aren’t going to hurt you. They are nice men. Nice, nice men.”

Jeff looked to the approaching TSA guard, and grinned.

jeff dorsey; “Well, if it isn’t Dane Pre- oh, damn it. My bad, man. You look exactly like this friend of one of my old colleagues. My apologies, carry on.”

Damn, he really resembled Dane Preston. I guess that’s just how generic he is. The guard wasn’t too amused, as he gave a look to Jeff, and then back to Hudson and Jordyn.

TSA guard; “What’s the meaning of the doll? That’s going to have to be checked with luggage.”


Doctor Matthews stepped to him, and asked to speak with him privately. After a little conversation, showing that she was a medical profession, the TSA security guard radioed in to get permission for the doll to board the plane with them.

TSA guard; “It will be allowed. So long as there is no ruckus aboard the plane.”

jeff dorsey; “Thank you, kind sir. And, again. Sorry about the mishap before. I know that you are held at a higher standard than Dane Preston.”

TSA guard; “Please, just through the detector. Before this gets any weirder.”

How can it get any weirder than this? Unless, you count Violetta’s obsession with bouncing up and down on ladders. But, what else should we expect? At least she wasn’t bouncing up and down on Shane Sparx’s diiiick.

Speaking of a dick, how is that Nomad made it into this match? Must have been Al Envy’s he was riding on. Other than that, what credibility does he truly have?

EvEn JoHnNy StYlEz is a better MAN than Al Envy and Nomad 

COMBINED. 

PHUCK all of them. 

jeff dorsey; “Okay, Hudson. We will be boarding in about five minutes. You remember where we are going, right?”



hudson mcknight; “We are going to a wrestling show. Wrestling, didn’t you once wrestle?”



jeff dorsey; “Correct. On both accounts. So did you. And, you will be again. Remember, you’re in a huge match for a shot at one of NEW’s titles? You face ten people. I’d call them all men, but I believe only half of them truly have enough balls to be considered.”



And, yes, that includes Violetta. Bigger balls than Joe August, that’s for sure. Wait, who is Kevin Drake, again? Doesn’t matter. Sit your ass down, boy. Until you actually become relevant in this world. Any guesses? Probably never.



hudson mcknight; “I’m .. wrestling? What about Jordyn?”



jeff dorsey; “She will be backstage, with me. Watching. Cheering you on. You will have your own locker room. It was special requested. I’ve got it all taken care of. All you have to worry about is winning. Climb the ladder, grab the briefcase.”



hudson mcknight; “Climb the ladder. Grab the briefcase. Climb the ladder. Grab the briefcase. Do you hear that, Baby? I’m going to be a winner. What is in the briefcase?”



jeff dorsey; “A contract. To choose a match against the Trans-Atlantic Champion or the X-Core Champion.”



No, its Trans-Atlantic. Calm down, Kyle Manson. No one was talking about you. This isn’t a show for transgenders, so why are you even here? Maybe you can show off for Tristan Ambrose after the match is over.



hudson mcknight; “A championship match? Champions. I can be a champion?”



jeff dorsey; “Again. You can be a champion, again. You were once one of the greatest champions. That’s been awhile, but this is just like riding a bike. Not to mention, you’re far more talented than anyone in this match. Even with Dane Preston receiving training with Damon Riggs and the Wolf pack.”



Some habits never really die, do they? Here’s looking at you, Ani, girl. Remember your time with Hudson McKnight? Now, you’re back to slumming it. What the hell happened? At least you know the true story, unlike some watered down version that Dane Preston has heard. But, what should we expect? Dane can’t do anything on his own. He’s gotta pop Daddy-in-law’s dick out his mouth, first. Hi, Damon.



hudson mcknight; “Okay. Okay. Okay. I can do this. I can. I will. Ladder match. Briefcase. Climb the ladder, grab the briefcase. What’s a Dane Preston?”



Jeff chuckled.



jeff dorsey; “I’ve been wondering that for years, Huddy. Apparently, he’s done his homework on you. But, apparently not enough if he thinks you rode Anicka Swan’s lady love to a World Title.”



hudson mcknight; “That sounds fun. Doesn’t it, Baby?”



jeff dorsey; “Easy, Hudson. Easy. You’ve been down that road. And, from the sound of it, so has most of the Riggs family. Except for, ah shit. That’s too easy.”



Easy, like this victory for Hudson McKnight is about to be. Will any of you even pose a challenge? No, seriously. This is boring.

Buckle up kids, the ride’s about to get a little bumpy.  

And, it won’t be the plane’s turbulence.
Or that bullshit bu-bu-bumping out Shay McClure’s mouth. 

doctor matthews; “Okay, Jeff. I think they’re calling for us to board.”

No, she said board. Not bored. 

That’s what all you sum-bitches have made us so far.
Even you, Nocturnal. 

jeff dorsey; “Okay, Hudson. We are about to get on the plane. You have to keep Jordyn contained. Make sure she hits no one.” 

No one. The same name as the contestants that stand a chance against Hudson McKnight in this Silver Briefcase Ladder Match. 

hudson mcknight; “Baby, keep your hands to yourself. Hands to yourself. Okay? We don’t want to get kicked off this plane. I have to go wrestle, soon. I’m going to wrestle soon and win us a match, you see. Doesn’t that sound exciting?!”


Hell, at least something is exciting. Did I mention how BORING you “competitors” have made been? Maybe, you just don’t have it anymore. Nocturnal. Dane Preston. Maybe, you’re has-beens. You’ve already reached your peak. Disappointing, I know. No wonder Anika has the hots for Allison. She’d have to be satisfied by something. After all, she no longer has Hudson McKnight to make her feel like a champion.



Plus, we all know by now what Dane Preston means by RISE to the occasion. His ASCENSION is just as short as his..ahem. Moving along.



Nocturnal, it’s no wonder you chose to name yourself as being active at night. That way, half the world is asleep and doesn’t have to watch your lackluster attempt at being anything more than another victim at a failed wrestling career. GET ON MY LEVEL. Or, don’t. Doesn’t matter to me, because at the end of the NIGHT, you’ll be nothing more than another disappointment. Where is John Rawlings when you need him?


Tristan Ambrose. Is that you, Tristan? Oh, shit. Wait. I thought it was a real competitor. Like Tristan McKnight. Sorry, T-Mac. I would never disrespect you like that. Tristan Ambrose can't even sniff the sweat on your jock strap, much less beat your brother in a Ladder Match. Time's up, Tristan. Not that you ever had any. You're not even worth 15-minutes of fame. Much less, five minutes in the ring with a former world champion.

No, Nocturnal.
I meant a REAL World Champion.
Your reign doesn't even count.

Nomad. Mad? You're not mad. If you are, no one is scared. You're like one of those yapping lap dogs. A whole lot of bark, but when it comes to the bite? Yeah, I've felt more sting from a steaming hot pizza roll. CAUTION: I'm coming in hot. NO LUBE NEEDED, because your ass is accustom to the beating you're about to get.

Tommy Kain. Nevermind. No. Really. NEVERMIND.

Save Me?
No. No. I was mistaken.
SOME ONE BETTER SAVE ALL OF YOU.