Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Sept 24, 2016 23:50:38 GMT -5
Oh don’t worry about trying to find me, Justin. I’m coming to pay you a visit.
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Hanging up on someone has never felt so satisfying and the voices in my head of all the people that could potentially say “I told you so” was positively deafening. But this moment had been coming for quite some time, I just never had the chance to put much thought into how I would react when I did get to that point. But that’s alright because I have a fourteen hour drive from Detroit to Pensacola to go over everything in my head in excruciating detail. After my meeting with Trace my rage was so all consuming that I had to completely separate myself from everything to do with the WFWF for the past few days. After all, we’ve seen what happens when my temper gets directed at innocent parties. Wouldn’t want any mishaps one show removed from Superbrawl.
As I speed my way down I-75 I just continue to replay everything in my head over and over again. Everything that got us to this point. For every time that people tried to convince me that Justin was an absolute snake there was a counterbalance moment where Justin would open up the doors of opportunity. He brought me into this business almost a year and a half ago, he provided me with the opportunity to prove myself as a legitimate monster in this business. He handed me the chance at the WFWF National Championship, I seized it. His history with Cameron Stone made our Title Unification match a marquee event. Every time he cracked the door open for me, I’d kick the damn thing down. He brokered the deal that would get me in the good graces of two of the most powerful men in the company, now I’m viewed by them as a solid hand. And then Justin undoes everything by threatening the man who runs the place. And for the life of me I can’t figure out why.
Was it because I’ve attained a level of success that he never could have possibly dreamed of? Was he fearful of my arrangement with Trace and Drakz, that they recognized I could be an important cog in their machine. That they are far more persuasive people with so much more to offer me than he could? If I were a betting man I would put all of my chips on “all of the above.” Once again Justin Tyme’s ego is going to be his undoing because it wasn’t just me who stood to gain from the arrangement with Drakz and Trace, when the spotlight shines on me it shone on him as well. That’s how it’s been since day one. But he couldn’t handle no longer being the only one with a say, he was no longer the hustle behind this muscle.
Whatever Justin Tyme’s motives, it doesn’t really matter now. I worked hard for his approval when everyone told me I shouldn’t bother. He gave me a new lease on life and at one point I was even delusional enough to think that there was a real friendship between us after I won the WFWF National Championship. Now the only thing between the two of us is a thousand miles of road and a shattered business partnership. I put the pedal to the floor, eager to close the gap between us. I’m coming for a visit you son of a bitch.
* * * * * * * * * *
Part of me wants to devote one hundred percent of my mental activity to focusing on what I’m going to do once I arrive at Justin Tyme’s compound but that would be doing a disservice to my Tag Team partner at The Gate, a man who I actually have a lot of respect for. Trace Demon has earned my respect and all it took was demonstrating that he has a respect for me and what I can do in that ring. It’s called reciprocation. In this business you don’t have the luxury of making friends and anyone that tells you otherwise is just lying to you. Every time you hear “Oh I made only a few close friends in the wrestling business” is confusing the definition of friend with acquaintance. Trace Demon, though, I would like to consider a valued acquaintance. A man I would be proud to fight beside and say I have his back. He’s also a man who enjoys doling out tough lessons to those that he respects.
He could’ve just handed me a Tag Team Title opportunity gift wrapped with a nice little bow and while I would’ve been torn having to compete against another man that has earned my allegiance these past few weeks in Drakz, I’m a fighter first and a guy who likes a big paycheck second. So it would’ve been an easy decision to take Trace’s place in that match had I been offered. But Trace taught me a lesson that sometimes the people that you associate with can do more harm to your reputation and how others perceive you than you had initially realized. Trace taught me a lesson that the company you keep sometimes doesn’t have your best interests at heart. Trace helped me to realize that if I’m going to truly attain those things that I feel are coming to me that there is only one man that can be counted on to broker those deals and that’s me.
I may not have like Trace Demon’s choice of replacement for himself in the tag team match at Horizon but I realize now that he did it to light a fire under my ass and change the things that need changing in my career before we get to Superbrawl. Trace did more for me in the past few weeks than Justin Tyme has done for me in my entire career thus far, he made me remember that life as a whole is about big fish eating the little fish. The law of the jungle and only the strong survive and there isn’t anyone in this universe stronger than me. Perhaps I’m just a sucker for drinking the Kool-Aid of megalomaniacs but I respect Trace Demon.
Two people I don’t have much in the way of respect for happen to be standing on the opposite side of the ring. Both are men that I have faced in the ring at pretty key moments in my career. Ante Whitner I faced while things were starting to shine brighter and brighter for me. When I faced off with Whitner I had just won the WFWF National Championship and I looked at Ante as the proverbial proving grounds. Here stood a man in front of me that was the longest reigning WFWF National champion in history. I knew that my reign as champion would be instantly validated if I could get one over on Whitner. At the time Ante was more focused on getting his hands on a championship that had eluded him, the WFWF International Championship while I was focused on proving that had I competed back when he was the National Champion he would not have been the longest reigning champion, I would.
But the most interesting thing with Lucas Crowe Vs Ante Whitner didn’t come from me beating Whitner on that night to validate myself as potentially one of the best WFWF National Champions of all time but rather what was to come in the weeks that followed. You see after that point, Whitner seemed to have fallen off the map to lick his wounds and in that time I beat him to the punch, picking up this impressive piece of hardware that I’ve been carrying on my shoulder for the past few months, the WFWF International Championship. So now Ante is going to be stepping into this ring to try to right a wrong of his recent past but he’s not stepping in their alone, he’s got something of a recent thorn in my side stepping into the ring with him.
To say I met Joe Bishop toe to toe at a low point in my career wouldn’t be inaccurate. Almost like the opposite of Ante Whitner, I faced off with Joe Bishop at a point where it seemed like my career was going to tailspin out of control on it’s inevitable course to explode in a fiery crash. Not only did I lose to Joe Bishop that night but I ended up losing thirty days of my career as well. I could sit here and make excuses like I was too focused on having just lost to David Brennan at the previous show but at the end of the day you were the better man on that night. You were more focused, you had a drive and a determination to prove something out there that I did not possess on that night. But that was one night out of three hundred sixty-five. You can take it to the bank when I tell you that the Lucas Crowe you meet at The Gate is not going to be the same one that you beat on that one night.
You can ask Cam Nitta if you think I’m lying. He was in the ring with me on the night that David Brennan pulled out the win over me at New Nebula. But at Horizon, Cam Nitta did not meet the same Lucas Crowe that was in that Triple Threat match at New Nebula. It’s not easy for me to admit when I make a mistake but I’m more than capable of learning from them. New Nebula I made a mistake, I was on top of the mountain for too long and it was about time someone knocked me down a bit. Against you, Joe Bishop, at Exodus I made the mistake of letting my unbridled rage burn me up. I don’t make the same mistake twice. And now you, like Cam Nitta, get to experience the new Lucas Crowe. Uninhibited, unshackled, free.
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No one gets in and no one leaves, is that understood? I want to know the moment Lucas gets to the front gates.
You sacrifice everything you have for a person and in the end, one bunghole can’t stand the fact that you found a precious gem and can now charge a premium to use that gem so he just blows the whole thing up. People say I’m a snake? Trace Demon must be a damned king cobra. But it doesn’t matter now because Crowe and I have been in this for a long time with plenty of close calls. At this point I know a thing or two about how to damage control.
After all, Lucas has pretty much heard people tell him the same thing that Trace told him plenty of times before. It comes with the territory of being associated with a winner like me. He’s smart enough to know not to commit total career suicide based on hearing one side of the story. At least I hope he is. Trace didn’t bring him into this business, I did. I gave him access to things he couldn’t have dreamed of, certainly couldn’t have dreamed of them when he was living in the gutters of Detroit playing bouncer to a bunch of lowlife scumbags. I gave him a life of fast cars, pretty women and lots of money. I am the reason he’s a household name. Yeah he was a pretty good boxer and a sponge when it came to learning mixed martial arts but you don’t become a name in those industries without a good agent and the money is crap for the first couple years.
Lucas Crowe is only known to people around the world because I allowed it to happen. He was only a WFWF National Champion because I created the chance for him to be the WFWF National Champion. He’s been in main events of pay-per-views because I’ve made sure that he’s positioned in the main event. He won that WFWF International Championship because my being present gave him the mental edge over Cameron Stone. I have given him access to state of the art twenty-four/seven training facilities, a roof over his head in a well-furnished pool house. Surely he’s not willing to throw all of this away on a simple “he said, she said” situation.
But what if I’m wrong? What if he is really willing to throw the entirety of his career careening off a cliff? Because that’s exactly what it will be if he doesn’t calm himself down. Not only will championship opportunities dry up but that top earning contract that I brokered for him also vanishes. The cars, the women, the money all vanish. He’s back to being a nobody in a go nowhere career back in a nothing city. At the snap of my fingers it all goes away. Surely he doesn’t think that just because he’s buddy buddy with Trace and Drakz that I can’t make these kinds of things happen. I brought him into this world and I have means of taking him out of it.
But I’m sure it won’t come to that… right?
* * * * * * * * * *
For once I can think of an upside to being here.
Talking to myself, a sign of insanity no? Never have I been so happy to be in, of all places, Pensacola, Florida. It’s like I envision myself with the lock in my hand getting ready to put the key in, turn it and I’m free. But I know dealing with Justin Tyme it’s not going to be so simple. I’ve been around the man day in and day out for the past year and a half. I know everything he is going to say to me but at this point there’s only one phrase I continue to hear repeat over and over in my head. And every time it plays in my head it makes me smile.
I make my way through town the same way I have done countless times before. Arriving in the middle of the night there is almost no traffic on the streets. Some pedestrians leaving bars but that’s about it. Seeing it makes me smile, I could probably bounce here. I can’t imagine it would be anywhere near as exhausting as bouncing in Detroit was. Justin’s manor was on the far south west edge of town and the thought that this is the last time I’ll have to make this drive through this rotten town also serves to bring a smile to my face.
Turning off Main Street I begin the long winding drive up towards Justin Tyme’s manor. Every bend serves as a reminder of the twists and turns my career had taken up to this point. All the good parts and, more recently, the not so good parts. All of it can be attributed to this mind. There’s a small part of my brain that’s telling me that this doesn’t have to be a thing. That I can just show up with the intention of talking strategy for the upcoming match like nothing had happened, like he didn’t ruin an opportunity for me like an egomaniacal fool. Then there’s that part of my brain, the part that acknowledges that he f*cked me over and that he only did it because of his own ego, that part of my brain that continues to repeat that phrase again.
Finally I come around the last bend and I see Steelheart and Speedwagon standing in front of the gate. Steelheart is on his cellphone and hangs up as I pull up to the gate. Gee I wonder who he was calling. I briefly thought about just crashing the gate and running the two of them over but I like Speedwagon and Steelheart was starting to grow on me. So I stop the car, put it in park and shut off the ignition. I get out and approach Steelheart and Speedwagon. I look at Reo who offers to shake my hand. I oblige.
You know why we met you out here Lucas, no?
First or last line of defense depending on how you want to look at it I suppose.
Because we’ve become tight like crossed fingers and we don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.
Oh it’s the crossed fingers one. See and here I was thinking it was the Tyme wants you guys to be the bomb squad.
Justin has been cause for a lot of good in your life Lucas, do you want to throw it all away?
He’s been the cause of a lot of strife in my life too comrade.
Missing out on tag team titles should not cause strife, winning those titles would just serve as unnecessary distraction heading into Summerbrawl.
I just can’t help but shake my head at some of the crap that comes out of his mouth sometimes.
Superbrawl.
Is what I said. Anyways, point is that you haven’t passed the point of no return yet. You can still come back from this point.
Thanks for explaining what point of no return means.
You’re welcome comrade.
The three of us stand in silence, all of the thoughts racing through my head start to give me a headache and that one phrase continues getting louder and louder. I just shake my head and look at Steelheart.
No William, see I think we have passed the point of no return. We really passed it a while ago. We passed it when Justin goaded me into knocking out Speedwagon. We passed it when he tried to self-destruct our arrangement with Trace and Drakz. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we really haven’t passed that point.
The Russian smiles, thinking he won and moved to pull out his phone to give the good news to the boss. I hold up a finger as if to say “hold on a minute.”
I do think that Speedwagon deserves a say in this whole thing. You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet tonight Reo. I tell you what, if Reo doesn’t believe we’ve passed that dreaded point of no return than by all means speak up and tell me not to go through with this.
Reo looks up at me with a bewildered look in his eyes. I give him a wink because part of what’s coming to Justin Tyme is going to be a slice of retribution for Speedwagon. Speedwagon had his promising career cut short because he wasn’t keen on Reo’s tendency for insubordination. There’s no way Reo speaks up. And true to my hunch, Reo just shrugs his shoulders and goes back to looking at the ground.
Well I suppose that answers it William. I dare say we are well past the point of no return where Speedwagon and myself are concerned. Now if you’ll excuse me I believe the boss is waiting for me.
I shake Steelheart’s hand who stares at me blankly with a slight indication of disappointment on his face. I lean in to Speedwagon’s ear to whisper the phrase that I’ve been repeating over and over in my head. The one that has brought a smile to my face the entire drive down here.
He’s gonna bleed.
Speedwagon grins, shakes my hand as I turn and head back to my car. Steelheart reluctantly opens the gate as the first line of defense crumbles. Now there’s only about two hundred feet between me and the Tyme Compound. Time for that visit Mr. Tyme.
**To Be Continued**
*CLICK*
Hanging up on someone has never felt so satisfying and the voices in my head of all the people that could potentially say “I told you so” was positively deafening. But this moment had been coming for quite some time, I just never had the chance to put much thought into how I would react when I did get to that point. But that’s alright because I have a fourteen hour drive from Detroit to Pensacola to go over everything in my head in excruciating detail. After my meeting with Trace my rage was so all consuming that I had to completely separate myself from everything to do with the WFWF for the past few days. After all, we’ve seen what happens when my temper gets directed at innocent parties. Wouldn’t want any mishaps one show removed from Superbrawl.
As I speed my way down I-75 I just continue to replay everything in my head over and over again. Everything that got us to this point. For every time that people tried to convince me that Justin was an absolute snake there was a counterbalance moment where Justin would open up the doors of opportunity. He brought me into this business almost a year and a half ago, he provided me with the opportunity to prove myself as a legitimate monster in this business. He handed me the chance at the WFWF National Championship, I seized it. His history with Cameron Stone made our Title Unification match a marquee event. Every time he cracked the door open for me, I’d kick the damn thing down. He brokered the deal that would get me in the good graces of two of the most powerful men in the company, now I’m viewed by them as a solid hand. And then Justin undoes everything by threatening the man who runs the place. And for the life of me I can’t figure out why.
Was it because I’ve attained a level of success that he never could have possibly dreamed of? Was he fearful of my arrangement with Trace and Drakz, that they recognized I could be an important cog in their machine. That they are far more persuasive people with so much more to offer me than he could? If I were a betting man I would put all of my chips on “all of the above.” Once again Justin Tyme’s ego is going to be his undoing because it wasn’t just me who stood to gain from the arrangement with Drakz and Trace, when the spotlight shines on me it shone on him as well. That’s how it’s been since day one. But he couldn’t handle no longer being the only one with a say, he was no longer the hustle behind this muscle.
Whatever Justin Tyme’s motives, it doesn’t really matter now. I worked hard for his approval when everyone told me I shouldn’t bother. He gave me a new lease on life and at one point I was even delusional enough to think that there was a real friendship between us after I won the WFWF National Championship. Now the only thing between the two of us is a thousand miles of road and a shattered business partnership. I put the pedal to the floor, eager to close the gap between us. I’m coming for a visit you son of a bitch.
* * * * * * * * * *
Part of me wants to devote one hundred percent of my mental activity to focusing on what I’m going to do once I arrive at Justin Tyme’s compound but that would be doing a disservice to my Tag Team partner at The Gate, a man who I actually have a lot of respect for. Trace Demon has earned my respect and all it took was demonstrating that he has a respect for me and what I can do in that ring. It’s called reciprocation. In this business you don’t have the luxury of making friends and anyone that tells you otherwise is just lying to you. Every time you hear “Oh I made only a few close friends in the wrestling business” is confusing the definition of friend with acquaintance. Trace Demon, though, I would like to consider a valued acquaintance. A man I would be proud to fight beside and say I have his back. He’s also a man who enjoys doling out tough lessons to those that he respects.
He could’ve just handed me a Tag Team Title opportunity gift wrapped with a nice little bow and while I would’ve been torn having to compete against another man that has earned my allegiance these past few weeks in Drakz, I’m a fighter first and a guy who likes a big paycheck second. So it would’ve been an easy decision to take Trace’s place in that match had I been offered. But Trace taught me a lesson that sometimes the people that you associate with can do more harm to your reputation and how others perceive you than you had initially realized. Trace taught me a lesson that the company you keep sometimes doesn’t have your best interests at heart. Trace helped me to realize that if I’m going to truly attain those things that I feel are coming to me that there is only one man that can be counted on to broker those deals and that’s me.
I may not have like Trace Demon’s choice of replacement for himself in the tag team match at Horizon but I realize now that he did it to light a fire under my ass and change the things that need changing in my career before we get to Superbrawl. Trace did more for me in the past few weeks than Justin Tyme has done for me in my entire career thus far, he made me remember that life as a whole is about big fish eating the little fish. The law of the jungle and only the strong survive and there isn’t anyone in this universe stronger than me. Perhaps I’m just a sucker for drinking the Kool-Aid of megalomaniacs but I respect Trace Demon.
Two people I don’t have much in the way of respect for happen to be standing on the opposite side of the ring. Both are men that I have faced in the ring at pretty key moments in my career. Ante Whitner I faced while things were starting to shine brighter and brighter for me. When I faced off with Whitner I had just won the WFWF National Championship and I looked at Ante as the proverbial proving grounds. Here stood a man in front of me that was the longest reigning WFWF National champion in history. I knew that my reign as champion would be instantly validated if I could get one over on Whitner. At the time Ante was more focused on getting his hands on a championship that had eluded him, the WFWF International Championship while I was focused on proving that had I competed back when he was the National Champion he would not have been the longest reigning champion, I would.
But the most interesting thing with Lucas Crowe Vs Ante Whitner didn’t come from me beating Whitner on that night to validate myself as potentially one of the best WFWF National Champions of all time but rather what was to come in the weeks that followed. You see after that point, Whitner seemed to have fallen off the map to lick his wounds and in that time I beat him to the punch, picking up this impressive piece of hardware that I’ve been carrying on my shoulder for the past few months, the WFWF International Championship. So now Ante is going to be stepping into this ring to try to right a wrong of his recent past but he’s not stepping in their alone, he’s got something of a recent thorn in my side stepping into the ring with him.
To say I met Joe Bishop toe to toe at a low point in my career wouldn’t be inaccurate. Almost like the opposite of Ante Whitner, I faced off with Joe Bishop at a point where it seemed like my career was going to tailspin out of control on it’s inevitable course to explode in a fiery crash. Not only did I lose to Joe Bishop that night but I ended up losing thirty days of my career as well. I could sit here and make excuses like I was too focused on having just lost to David Brennan at the previous show but at the end of the day you were the better man on that night. You were more focused, you had a drive and a determination to prove something out there that I did not possess on that night. But that was one night out of three hundred sixty-five. You can take it to the bank when I tell you that the Lucas Crowe you meet at The Gate is not going to be the same one that you beat on that one night.
You can ask Cam Nitta if you think I’m lying. He was in the ring with me on the night that David Brennan pulled out the win over me at New Nebula. But at Horizon, Cam Nitta did not meet the same Lucas Crowe that was in that Triple Threat match at New Nebula. It’s not easy for me to admit when I make a mistake but I’m more than capable of learning from them. New Nebula I made a mistake, I was on top of the mountain for too long and it was about time someone knocked me down a bit. Against you, Joe Bishop, at Exodus I made the mistake of letting my unbridled rage burn me up. I don’t make the same mistake twice. And now you, like Cam Nitta, get to experience the new Lucas Crowe. Uninhibited, unshackled, free.
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At the Justin Tyme compound
No one gets in and no one leaves, is that understood? I want to know the moment Lucas gets to the front gates.
You sacrifice everything you have for a person and in the end, one bunghole can’t stand the fact that you found a precious gem and can now charge a premium to use that gem so he just blows the whole thing up. People say I’m a snake? Trace Demon must be a damned king cobra. But it doesn’t matter now because Crowe and I have been in this for a long time with plenty of close calls. At this point I know a thing or two about how to damage control.
After all, Lucas has pretty much heard people tell him the same thing that Trace told him plenty of times before. It comes with the territory of being associated with a winner like me. He’s smart enough to know not to commit total career suicide based on hearing one side of the story. At least I hope he is. Trace didn’t bring him into this business, I did. I gave him access to things he couldn’t have dreamed of, certainly couldn’t have dreamed of them when he was living in the gutters of Detroit playing bouncer to a bunch of lowlife scumbags. I gave him a life of fast cars, pretty women and lots of money. I am the reason he’s a household name. Yeah he was a pretty good boxer and a sponge when it came to learning mixed martial arts but you don’t become a name in those industries without a good agent and the money is crap for the first couple years.
Lucas Crowe is only known to people around the world because I allowed it to happen. He was only a WFWF National Champion because I created the chance for him to be the WFWF National Champion. He’s been in main events of pay-per-views because I’ve made sure that he’s positioned in the main event. He won that WFWF International Championship because my being present gave him the mental edge over Cameron Stone. I have given him access to state of the art twenty-four/seven training facilities, a roof over his head in a well-furnished pool house. Surely he’s not willing to throw all of this away on a simple “he said, she said” situation.
But what if I’m wrong? What if he is really willing to throw the entirety of his career careening off a cliff? Because that’s exactly what it will be if he doesn’t calm himself down. Not only will championship opportunities dry up but that top earning contract that I brokered for him also vanishes. The cars, the women, the money all vanish. He’s back to being a nobody in a go nowhere career back in a nothing city. At the snap of my fingers it all goes away. Surely he doesn’t think that just because he’s buddy buddy with Trace and Drakz that I can’t make these kinds of things happen. I brought him into this world and I have means of taking him out of it.
But I’m sure it won’t come to that… right?
* * * * * * * * * *
WELCOME TO PENSACOLA, FLORIDA
THE UPSIDE OF FLORIDA
THE UPSIDE OF FLORIDA
For once I can think of an upside to being here.
Talking to myself, a sign of insanity no? Never have I been so happy to be in, of all places, Pensacola, Florida. It’s like I envision myself with the lock in my hand getting ready to put the key in, turn it and I’m free. But I know dealing with Justin Tyme it’s not going to be so simple. I’ve been around the man day in and day out for the past year and a half. I know everything he is going to say to me but at this point there’s only one phrase I continue to hear repeat over and over in my head. And every time it plays in my head it makes me smile.
I make my way through town the same way I have done countless times before. Arriving in the middle of the night there is almost no traffic on the streets. Some pedestrians leaving bars but that’s about it. Seeing it makes me smile, I could probably bounce here. I can’t imagine it would be anywhere near as exhausting as bouncing in Detroit was. Justin’s manor was on the far south west edge of town and the thought that this is the last time I’ll have to make this drive through this rotten town also serves to bring a smile to my face.
Turning off Main Street I begin the long winding drive up towards Justin Tyme’s manor. Every bend serves as a reminder of the twists and turns my career had taken up to this point. All the good parts and, more recently, the not so good parts. All of it can be attributed to this mind. There’s a small part of my brain that’s telling me that this doesn’t have to be a thing. That I can just show up with the intention of talking strategy for the upcoming match like nothing had happened, like he didn’t ruin an opportunity for me like an egomaniacal fool. Then there’s that part of my brain, the part that acknowledges that he f*cked me over and that he only did it because of his own ego, that part of my brain that continues to repeat that phrase again.
Finally I come around the last bend and I see Steelheart and Speedwagon standing in front of the gate. Steelheart is on his cellphone and hangs up as I pull up to the gate. Gee I wonder who he was calling. I briefly thought about just crashing the gate and running the two of them over but I like Speedwagon and Steelheart was starting to grow on me. So I stop the car, put it in park and shut off the ignition. I get out and approach Steelheart and Speedwagon. I look at Reo who offers to shake my hand. I oblige.
You know why we met you out here Lucas, no?
First or last line of defense depending on how you want to look at it I suppose.
Because we’ve become tight like crossed fingers and we don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.
Oh it’s the crossed fingers one. See and here I was thinking it was the Tyme wants you guys to be the bomb squad.
Justin has been cause for a lot of good in your life Lucas, do you want to throw it all away?
He’s been the cause of a lot of strife in my life too comrade.
Missing out on tag team titles should not cause strife, winning those titles would just serve as unnecessary distraction heading into Summerbrawl.
I just can’t help but shake my head at some of the crap that comes out of his mouth sometimes.
Superbrawl.
Is what I said. Anyways, point is that you haven’t passed the point of no return yet. You can still come back from this point.
Thanks for explaining what point of no return means.
You’re welcome comrade.
The three of us stand in silence, all of the thoughts racing through my head start to give me a headache and that one phrase continues getting louder and louder. I just shake my head and look at Steelheart.
No William, see I think we have passed the point of no return. We really passed it a while ago. We passed it when Justin goaded me into knocking out Speedwagon. We passed it when he tried to self-destruct our arrangement with Trace and Drakz. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we really haven’t passed that point.
The Russian smiles, thinking he won and moved to pull out his phone to give the good news to the boss. I hold up a finger as if to say “hold on a minute.”
I do think that Speedwagon deserves a say in this whole thing. You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet tonight Reo. I tell you what, if Reo doesn’t believe we’ve passed that dreaded point of no return than by all means speak up and tell me not to go through with this.
Reo looks up at me with a bewildered look in his eyes. I give him a wink because part of what’s coming to Justin Tyme is going to be a slice of retribution for Speedwagon. Speedwagon had his promising career cut short because he wasn’t keen on Reo’s tendency for insubordination. There’s no way Reo speaks up. And true to my hunch, Reo just shrugs his shoulders and goes back to looking at the ground.
Well I suppose that answers it William. I dare say we are well past the point of no return where Speedwagon and myself are concerned. Now if you’ll excuse me I believe the boss is waiting for me.
I shake Steelheart’s hand who stares at me blankly with a slight indication of disappointment on his face. I lean in to Speedwagon’s ear to whisper the phrase that I’ve been repeating over and over in my head. The one that has brought a smile to my face the entire drive down here.
He’s gonna bleed.
Speedwagon grins, shakes my hand as I turn and head back to my car. Steelheart reluctantly opens the gate as the first line of defense crumbles. Now there’s only about two hundred feet between me and the Tyme Compound. Time for that visit Mr. Tyme.
**To Be Continued**
I dont know good luck 
