Post by bad guy™ on Nov 12, 2014 23:22:12 GMT -5
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October 18th, 2014: Rosemont, Illinois, 11:10 PM
Samael, Id, Ego, SuperEgo: F*********CK.
Samael is holding his head in his hands, his screams getting louder and louder.
Samael: I’m going to KILL this mother*ckers. F*CK.
Id: Yeah, go get them for what they did to us.
Superego: Bad Idea.
Ego: I’m indifferent.
"I’ll do what the f*ck I want to thank you."
Samael pulls his hands away from his head, still aching from the chair shot from hell, and there is a dark, gooey substance sticking to the fibers of Samael’s gloved hand. A little glimpse at his left hand shows it’s red.
Samael: F*ck…I’m bleeding. F*CK.
DMK: So what? We all blee…wait. You don’t have AIDS, do you?
Samael: No you little sh*t.
Id: You on the other hand…
Samael barrels through the WFWF staff and busts through the mens bathroom door. Samael looks in the mirror.
"Christ no wonder it hurts so much."
The massive scar that has rested upon the face of Samael for many years was re-opened from the chair shot. For anyone who’s ever had a scar re-open, it’s a bitch. But that’s a story for a different time. For now, all you need to be concerned with is the fact that Sam’s hurting.
"This wasn’t supposed to be a part of the plan."
Superego: No one made you go along with it.
"Like I was going to say no to Malakai when he asked me to do this."
Id: Insurgency, it’s the coolest thing. Hard to turn down.
Superego: I’m pretty sure you mean infiltration.
Ego: I think Id knew what it meant.
"At this current point in time and space, of what relevance is ANY OF THIS WHEN WE’RE HURTING?!"
Id: You’re acting like a little bitch. You don’t see us crying about the pain.
"Because you’re not real. The only pain you feel is rejection when I turn down one of your ideas."
Id: Now you’re just being a prick.
"I get myself properly medicated, you won’t be much of anything."
Ego: You can’t get rid of your conscience.
"Tell that to the KoKaine Konspiracy and those asshats holding my title belts."
Id: They have us, same as you. They just choose to listen to me instead of these other two deadweights.
Superego: Mean.
Ego: Maybe it’s about time you do the same.
Id: Wait, you’re actually agreeing with me?
Ego: Didn’t say that. But at what point does this little charity mission of yours, Sam, turn into a fight for survival? And when that happens, then what?
"I think it already has."
Ego: Exactly.
Samael washes off his leather glove, his left hand and then splashing water on his face, the sink turning crimson.
Superego: No one said this was going to be easy. Never assumed it would get this hard to maintain composure this early, but we knew it would happen.
Samael: Sh*t that shot did a number.
More blood comes from the scar.
"F*ck it. Let’s screw with the midget a little bit and get this covered up."
Samael lets the scar bleed a little more before wiping his face, the blood smearing one side of his face, smirking, because it’s frankly better than grimacing. Samael opens the door to the bathroom and walks out to Zmey staring off into space and DMK leaning against the wall, his head just under the handrail.
DMK: Done bitching?
Samael: What’s it look like to you?
Samael gets down on one knee in front of DMK, his eyes glaring at Sam.
DMK: You look like that Mel Gibson guy, but red.
Id: William Wallace. Not a bad attempt at a reference.
DMK: If you’re in that much pain, I’m not sure how well you’re going to fit into this group because sh*t’s going to get a lot worse, but I’m a nice guy sometimes. I got some sh*t that can fix that for you.
Samael: I’d rather die from pain. You want to make jokes about me and AIDS? God knows what you, your sh*t and your equipment’s got.
DMK: Well at least it wasn’t a short joke.
Samael pats DMK’s tiny bald head with his bloody hand.
Samael: I can be a nice guy too sometimes.
DMK reaches onto the top of his head and his hands come down with blood.
DMK: YOU F*CKING SON OF A BITCH. I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.
DMK busts into the bathroom to clean himself up. Samael lets out a small laugh, getting to his feet and looks at Zmey.
Ego: Well this isn’t something we get often. Zmey’s alone. Take advantage.
Samael: How are you feeling, Tugarin?
Zmey: I don’t feel.
Ego: Tough crowd.
Samael: Well if you did?
Zmey: I don’t.
Id: That wall’s more interactive than this guy.
Samael: Hey, we’re a team, right?
Zmey: Yes.
Samael: Why?
Zmey: Because He says so.
"Christ. I’ve seen videos of Warren Jeffs wards less brainwashed."
Samael: Do you know why?
Zmey: I don’t question.
Samael: It’s because he and I have a mutual interest in seeing you succeed.
"Albeit for different reasons."
Zmey: Ok.
Samael: I appreciate you letting me have the pin out there. I needed to prove something to DMK, especially considering how I was just acting a second ago.
Zmey: Ok.
Samael: And for having my back out there when Dean, Demento, Stone and Shannon ganged up on us.
Zmey: I do as I am told. I was told to fight, I fought. I was told to retreat, I retreated.
Samael: Alright.
"I’ll break through eventually."
Samael: So **laughing, partially to stop from screaming** how’s it look?
Sam points to his head. Zmey remains silent.
Samael: I suppose it’s just a flesh wound.
Ego: Time to split. Getting through is not on today’s memo.
Samael: Still, I’m going to get it patched. I suppose I’ll run into you before next show?
Zmey: Yes.
Samael: Good. See you, then.
Samael walks away towards the medic and turns the corner when he hears Donnie bitching, asking where Sam is.
Id: Pretty sure he’s mad.
"And not a f*ck was given."
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October 19th, 2014: Rosemont, Illinois, 2:40 AM
Superego: Do you really think this is a good idea?
"Id is wrong."
Id: What you talkin’ bout?
"Well, partially."
Ego: Just explain before he blows his top.
"I’m going to go with Ego’s idea. I’m in too deep now to back out. I have to get more ruthless if I want to survive this."
Id: Finally.
"But I have to maintain some sense of humanity, to hold onto what sanity you three aren’t taking from me. Even if the Dragon, the Midget, the Muscles, or anyone else have no interest in remaining slightly human. I fully intend on fighting this war till it’s won, but I’ll fight to the death with honor. What happened tonight was not supposed to be part of the plan."
SuperEgo: Noble enough.
Id: You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t watch it.
"That’s why I need allies of my own. Zmey’s not on my side yet. Until I can gain traction there, I need whatever I can. And besides. The painkillers the doctor gave me are wearing off and I’m going to lose my nerve to do this."
Ego: Then do it, before we change your mind.
Samael reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Ringing.
??: Hello?
Samael: It’s me. Sorry if I woke you, Shawn.
Shawn: You know I rarely sleep anymore.
Samael: Yeah.
Shawn: So wh…
Samael: You know why I’m calling.
Shawn: Partially. H..
Samael: My head is fine. I’m patched. Bastard busted my scar, but I’ll be fine.
Shawn: Good.
Samael: But what happened out there…this wasn’t part of the plan.
Shawn: I know.
Samael: I had to prove myself to Donnie. But I had to protect myself. A giant by my side didn’t hurt but that’s not my point. I’m standing outside of Advocate Lutheran here in Rosemont right now.
Shawn: You got sent to the hospital for that shot? You’re more frail than I am and I’m dying.
Sam frowns at that last bit.
Samael: No. But when I was getting patched, I heard Dean and Demento talking about this being where Cameron was sent.
Shawn: Oh…
Samael: He’s a close friend of yours. He got in the way, but how far I went was wrong.
Shawn: Yes it was.
Samael: I need a confidant other than you. And Cameron is someone I know you trust, even if he wasn’t the one you entrusted with this mission.
Shawn: There was a reason for that.
Samael: Because I volunteered to phish out Michael, I know. But Cameron will be understanding. I know him well enough. But I need you to do me a favor.
Shawn: What’s that?
Samael: Call Cameron. He should have his phone. Make sure no one from SOS is around, and make sure he knows that I’m not coming to finish him off or something. He took a kicking at my hands tonight.
Shawn: Right then. So you called me not to check up on me but rather to play go between peacemaker?
Samael: Well when you put it like that it almost sounds like I’m using you.
Shawn: Well I’m using you, so I mean…it works.
Samael chuckles.
Shawn: I’ll text you when I’ve reached him. If I don’t get back to you in about ten minutes, go to your hotel. If he’s that bad off, an apology can wait for another time.
Samael: I’m not so sure this one can wait.
Shawn: I’ll try my best. Talk soon.
Disconnect. Samael walks away from the hospital wall and into the lot against his rental, lighting up a smoke. Inhale. Exhale. Deep breaths, letting the nicotine hit. Blended with the Vicodin, it’s a sweet concoction to a man gaining his nerve.
SuperEgo: His voice…he’s disappointed.
Ego: No he isn’t. He’s just as upset as we are.
Id: Well it was him that put this whole thing into motion.
"Shut up. All of you. He knew the stakes, especially since he didn’t tell Cameron to begin with. And then he let him get involved."
Id: You did what was necessary.
Samael takes another long drag, closing his eyes.
"Exactly. But amends must still be made if I intend on remaining somewhat true to form."
Text Alert: Shawn: Coast is clear. Room 304.
Samael: …but I’m not even done with my smoke. Damn priorities.
Samael flicks the butt to the cement and walks towards the sliding glass door.
Id: Isn’t it going to look odd, a guy all taped up on one side of his face, wearing all black ring gear strolling through a hospital at three in the morning?
"And not a f*ck was given."
Samael goes through the doors and signs in at the reception desk. Lucky this is a 24 hour hospital, and not one of those ones with visiting hours. He walks towards the elevator and presses floor 3. Inhale. Exhale. Before he knows it, the doors open and to his right is the overnight intake room 304, marked Stone, Cameron.
"Here goes nothing."
Sam opens the door, Cameron sitting up in the hospital bed, everything but the emergency lights are out.
Samael: I come in peace.
Stone: So I was told. I’m only not buzzing for security…
Samael: Because of Shawn. I know. And he agreed that I needed to do this.
Stone: What’s that, exactly?
Samael: Explain a few things. How fuzzy are you? I overheard Josh say it was a concussion. Sorry about that. Knee landed a bit harder than I intended.
Stone: I’ll likely remember what you’re going to tell me, if that’s your concern.
Samael: Good.
Sam pulls up the visitor’s seat.
Samael: You’ve been left in the dark on a lot of things in the last few months.
Stone: You were a comrade who sided with the enemy for no reason given. I would say that classifies as a little bigger than ‘in the dark.’
Samael: I suppose.
Sam kicks his legs up onto the foot of the bed.
Samael: I am coming to you because I need an ally.
Stone: You have a whole group of them.
Samael: A real ally.
Stone: I won’t join the Konspiracy if that’s why you’re here. I am against everything you are fighting for in that group.
Id: Oh…do you now? Just wait.
Samael: I suppose an outsider like you would view it that way.
Stone: If you’re here to patronize me, I’m really not in the mood. And I don’t know why Shawn would call to try to make a bridge if that was your intent. In fact, I don’t even know why on earth he’s still talking to you. You’re in bed with the enemy.
Samael: Yep.
Stone: So what is it then? Are you lying to him?
Samael: Nope.
Stone: Then why wou…
Samael: It was his idea.
Stone: What? For you to patronize me? Beat me in front of a world wide audience and then continue the shaming in private?
Samael: You you you. It’s always about you. You may be the most selfish Canadian I’ve ever met. Then again, Trace Demon still exists so…second. I thought you were a peaceful people.
Stone: What in the f*ck do you want, Sam? What are you getting at?
Inhale. Exhale.
Samael: Joining the KoKaine Konspiracy. It was Shawn’s idea for me to do it.
Stone: Bullsh*t.
Samael: Yeah, it would sound like that I suppose.
Sam takes his feet of the bed and sits closer towards Stone.
Samael: I suppose you need up to speed for this to make sense. We both know Malakai can’t fight anymore. That’s why he was forced to relinquish the title to Dex.
Stone: Which you scoffed at.
Samael: And I just won myself the Oscar. That was actually my idea.
Stone: …what…?
Samael: Shawn needed out before it was too late. Dex was the hot target that was trustable. You were my first option, for what it’s worth, but he didn’t want to get you involved…especially since I had already volunteered for Malakai’s little side project.
Stone: You have my attention.
Samael: Remember a while back, before Shawn got his shot against Scarlett, who he was picking a fight with?
Stone: The Epoch.
Samael: Yep. And now let’s continue putting this little puzzle together, shall we? Who helped run The New Epoch?
Stone: Donnie.
Samael: And who was the leader of The New Epoch?
Stone: They insisted they didn’t have one.
Samael: Yeah, that was a load of crap. Who was it?
Stone: Kyzer.
Samael: And for the final pieces, what happened to Michael Kyzer?
Stone: Before or after he kicked your ass, took your title and broke the back of the WFWF Champion?
Id: Pull the plug. If you don’t kill him I will.
SuperEgo: Shush.
Sam snickers.
Samael: After.
Stone: No one knows.
Samael: And that’s where everyone’s wrong. And why I’m here.
Silence.
Samael: Donnie knows where Kyzer’s hiding. If he doesn’t, he at least has the best possible lead. Him and that stiff suit that runs with us.
Stone: Ryan Brockie?
Samael: Yeah, the temp.
Stone: I still don’t quite get it.
Samael: Final piece. Shawn got a match against Scarlett. He conquered her, Trace Demon, Solomon Crowe and the entire WFWF. Except for one person. Who didn’t Shawn get a chance to eliminate from the WFWF, as he had intended?
Stone: Michael Kyzer.
Samael: Which means…
Under the emergency light, Sam rolls his fingers in a wheel motion.
Stone: Shawn’s using the Midget to get Kyzer out of hiding.
Samael: Shawn’s using me to use the Midget to get Kyzer out of hiding. Believe me, I’m able to roll with the KKK because I have a selfish desire. I meet their criteria. They just don’t know my desire is to watch them burn and be Shawn’s body that kicks Kyzer down the pit with them.
Stone: Holy sh*t.
Inhale. Exhale.
Samael: One hell of a story, isn’t it?
Stone: I can’t even say you’re making it up. It makes too much sense. So you’re either the greatest manipulator in the world…
Id: Yep.
Ego: Yep
SuperEgo: Yep.
"Yep."
Stone: …or you’re actually going to take down this behemoth all on your own.
Samael: Damn straight, Calgary Kid.
Stone: So why tell me? Clearly I’m in bed with the enemy of your enemy.
Samael: Which makes you my friend.
Stone: You sly son of a bitch. How in the hell have you kept this under wraps for so long?
Samael: Donnie’s dangerous. On top of just in the wrestling business, I legitimately fear his street savvy. The moment he finds out I screwed him, I’m dead. Potentially literally. Unless I get him in the perfect position to where he can do nothing. Which is why I’m coming to you.
Stone: I’m listening.
Samael: You won’t be the only one I tell this to. There will be others. But I’m not going to let any of you know who’s who. But I can’t play this game alone anymore. Tonight, what Donnie had Tugarin and me do…this is getting too dangerous for me to handle alone. So I need everyone I tell to play their part as well as I have. But you have to keep your trap shut. You can’t tell the SOS.
Stone: Why not? They can help.
Samael: And then I wake up one morning with a horses head next to me in my bed, with a note signed ‘Love, Donnie.’ I need you to keep away from them. Don’t grow distant to where they get suspicious, but I need them to be distracted by you as much as they are Unhinged and the KKK. I need them on us enough so I can continue to work and gain an ‘in’ with the KKK, but I can’t have them on my back so much that what happened to you tonight doesn’t happen to anyone else who’s innocent. I will stop at nothing to do what Shawn wants, and take out anyone who gets in my way. You’re proof of that. But the less blood on my hands, the better I’ll feel. I’ll already be elbow deep with the sh*t Donnie’s got me doing.
Stone: Alright. I’ll play this game of Shawn’s.
Samael: We never wanted anyone else involved.
Stone: Well at least with me you won’t wind up with a knife in your back. I’ve got the same tie with Shawn as you.
Samael: Which was why, since I HAD to get someone involved, I chose you first.
Stone: And what about Trace’s group? You going to try to get an in with them? Eventually they’ll become a problem.
Samael: I’m not really worried about Trace’s little New Epoch Lite. If I have to deal with them, I imagine Donnie’s going to let Zmey at Trace anyways. I’m pretty sure I can handle Joe Bishop and Kyle Matthews off on my own.
Id: And so begin the lies.
"Partial. I’m only half lying about Trace’s little group. They’re no problem to me. Yet."
Samael: So are we level?
Stone: Yeah, we’re level.
Sam gets up from the chair and slaps Cam’s hand. Cam grips it.
Stone: Doesn’t mean I like it. Keep it safe. Playing bodyguard for Malakai was tough, and neither of us got through without scars. I don’t have it in me to do that again.
Id: You barely did anything to begin with.
SuperEgo: He DID take a barbed wire bat for us at SuperBrawl when Bennett attacked.
Id: To-may-to to-mat-to.
Samael: Just trust me. I know what I’m doing.
Ego: And it’s insane.
"You act like I don’t know that. But it will be so worth it in the end."
Samael: Lay low for a while, recoup. I’ll handle the sticks without you. I like the spotlight anyways, you keep stealing my shine, Calgary Kid.
Stone: For a little while.
"Wait till you see what I’ve got up my sleeve, Cam. What I haven’t told anyone. You’re gonna drop."
Samael: Haha, yeah. For sure.
Sam walks out and closes the door behind him, hitting the elevator then the front door. Walking out of the hospital, Samael takes a huge sigh. Inhale. Exhale.
Id: Cameron believed you.
SuperEgo: Every word.
"Hook, line and sinker."
Samael starts walking towards his car, reaching into his pocket and pulls out another smoke, lights up, letting the nicotine hit again.
"To be fair what I told him wasn’t a complete lie."
Ego: To be fair what you didn’t tell him is something you haven’t even told Malakai.
"What he doesn’t know won’t kill him."
SuperEgo: Is that really the best analogy to use for a man who is really dying?
"I probably could have used worse."
??: So, how’s it going?
Sam had two choices. Let his jaw drop and the smoke fall, or clench his jaw and try to savor what might be his last smoke.
"Sh*t. This wasn’t the headache I needed tonight."
Samael: Well you’re not what I was expecting to see standing outside of my car.
Leaning against Sam’s 1-800-RENT-A-CAR is man in a finely pressed three piece suit. Almost politician looking, if Sam didn’t know the truth.
Ryan: Well if you wanted hookers, DMK could have set you up.
Samael: I don’t touch anything he sells, remember?
Ryan: You know, Donnie wasn’t too happy with your little stunt earlier.
"And not a f*ck was given."
Samael: Well I wasn’t too happy he let me eat a chair for my efforts out there.
Ryan: Fair enough. But now the question is, why are you here?
Samael: The better question is how did you know I was here?
Ryan: I don’t divulge my sources.
Samael: Why would I not put it above Donnie to rig my car with a GPS or something?
Ryan: Intelligence, intel, isn’t much his style.
Id, Ego & SuperEgo: Tell us about it.
Samael: No, I suppose not. But that’s why he has you. He’s got street smarts, Zmey’s got the brawn and you’ve got the real brain.
"What’s his endgame?"
Ryan: And then there’s you.
Samael: What are you getting at?
Ryan: I asked you this a few days ago, but what’s your real intention with this group, Sam?
Samael: Funny, I was thinking something very similar about you again.
Ryan: Ironic, that you’re here at the very same hospital as one of the Konspiracy’s main enemies, isn’t it?
Sam takes a drag and points to the bandage on his face.
Samael: Closest place to patch this sucker up. Don’t trust those hacks Demon calls ‘doctors’ he has on his payroll. They’re only good for painkillers that aren’t laced in something, unlike what Donnie was tryin’ a push on me earlier.
Ryan: I suppose that’s a good enough point. I mean, it’s not like you’d purposely sabotage us, would you? You’re not dumb enough to cross me.
SuperEgo: Ohhhh dear.
Samael: Cross you? Last time I checked, Donnie pays us. Piss poorly mind you, but it’s still largely his operation, we are merely pieces to his puzzle. Pawns in his chess game.
"Satan. I sound like Tugarin."
Ego: It’s a little troubling that you just realized that.
Ryan: It’s good to hear you say that. But like you said, Donnie’s got the streets but I have the wherewithal to know when someone is being devious. I worked for Michael Kyzer, remember?
"Exactly."
Samael: You never explained what you’re doing in Rosemont, anyways. I figured you just always stayed in Seattle and hid in Donnie’s office till we came back from shows.
Ryan: Was just checking up on a hunch.
Samael: Woman’s intuition?
Ryan: Clever. It’s good to know they were false though.
Brockie gets off of the side of the car and wraps his arm around Samael’s shoulder.
Ryan: I’m just disappointed you didn’t get to handle our unfinished business.
"Give me a couple of months, you twat."
Samael: Unfinished business?
Ryan: This IS where Stone wound up right? Talk about a thorn in the side.
Id: Yes, please, talk more about a thorn in the side, Thorn in the Side.
Samael: Would make enough sense. Closest hospital to the arena.
Ryan: Yeah.
Sam takes the last drag of his smoke and stomps it into the ground.
Samael: You still never told me how you found me.
Sam unlocks the doors to his car, motioning for Ryan to join him in the passengers seat.
Ryan: Like you said, closest hospital. Was just checking up on you.
"And you said you don’t divulge your sources. Note to self: public transportation. No company GPS trackers."
Samael: You know, you really boggle my mind how you can be a part of this group.
Ryan: Same can be said for you.
Ryan gets in the car with Samael.
Samael: So is this the part where I’m forced to drive myself to a cement factory, and drown at the bottom of the river?
Ryan: What do you mean?
Samael: You’re here in Rosemont, at the exact same hospital myself, and apparently Stone, were admitted to.
Ryan: Come on Sam, cement boots…that’s not our style. We’re not the mob.
"I remember hearing about Kylie. I know your style. I’ll be found with a needle in my arm, not a knife in my back."
Ryan: And besides, what reason have you given me to distrust you? It’s not in a member of the Konspiracy, or a Satanist for that matter, to show mercy, so it’s not like you’d be here to talk things out with an honorary member of the SOS.
There is a very awkward silence.
Ryan: Well, to O’Harra Airport then? I’ve got some red eye tickets back to Seattle. Donnie wants to meet up. Him and Tugarin are already on their way back.
"This…this is going to be a problem."
Id: So now a f*ck was given?
"Yep. Time to get really serious."
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Jayson Garrett. The Shooting Star. The Golden Boy. The Golden Boy with Gold Around His Waist to Boot.
I’m not going to lie, I actually like the kid. He’s got…what would that Jew Schneider call it…ah, yeah. Chutzpah. At least’s he’s not crazy like that partner of his. Ratboy’s going to murder someone someday. I swear.
But Jayson though…he’s got some spunk. He was far from deserving of the WFWF Championship he got a few months ago, but hey if I can convince Shawn Malakai to relinquish his coveted WFWF Championship to Dex, a green as f*ck little prick who has the tiniest of egos turning him into one giant Napoleonic Complex, I guess Jayson Garrett at least deserves SOMETHING. After all, Garrett is better than Dex ever would have been. Dex’s little reign meant nothing, but I guess that’s my fault. I was responsible for it like I told Cam. But I had high aspirations for him. I thought maybe he’d be able to hold onto the title for a little longer than he did, but that damn Drakz had to screw it up.
But that’s allowing myself to get ahead of where I am. Dex is no longer relevant, and Drakz is not my target. Yet.
Enter Jayson Garrett, my current problem. I’ve spent the better part of a month trying to think of ways to get out of this inevitable battle before the war comes at The Clash. I’m no monster. I refuse to allow casualties that can be avoided, at least until they can be avoided no longer. Then again, I’ve spent the better part of half a year trying to think of lots of ways of getting out of a lot of things the KKK has been getting me involved in. Believe me, I selfishly want the title around that waist, that’s an added bonus for me, and a testament to the feat I am soon to selfishly undertake, the feat Shawn Malakai doesn’t even know about.
Truth be told when Malakai told me he had interest in getting Kyzer out of hiding, I thought it was absolutely brilliant. I jumped on the opportunity. Kyzer would be a nice feather in my cap. That’s why I got involved. I’m helping a friend so I can get the one thing not too many, if any, people have gotten, a win over Michael Kyzer. That’s worth more than any gold, the pinnacle of any career someone can have here in the WFWF.
Then there’s the whole Trace Demon mess that Cameron brought up. I thought I had forgotten about them. I tried. I think everyone was trying to. New Epoch Lite, I called them. Perfect fit. I would rather not have to go into war with Tugarin against Demon, Bishop and Matthews but…I mean, as long as I have, and can keep, Tugarin on my side…I’m safe. Not that I would send him to the wolves alone…I actually have interest in seeing Tugarin succeed because that means he’s closer to stepping away from DMK and leaving the Midget vulnerable for me to attack but, you know, Tugarin as far as I am concerned is the most innocent bystander in this entire company. It’s almost like I’m starting to like him. I certainly don’t want him against me.
But, regardless, I must only allow myself to take one step forward at a time, and it would appear that there is no getting out of this match, which I really didn’t want, being the first step.
Shawn Malakai is relying on me. Cameron Stone is with me. Ryan Brockie is onto me. And me, I have ulterior motives of my own that might even make Donnie shed a tear of joy.
I guess that means I have no choice in the matter. I have to self-preserve. I have to adapt. I must survive. To fulfill what everyone wants and expects of me and I expect of myself…well, I have to give the people what they want.
Garrett…I’m sorry. I like you. I have respect for you. Even if it’s backhanded when I’m on the stick, even prior to my acting gig being generously paid for by the KoKaine Konspiracy, I know you’ve got skills. But I’ve been in this business for one hell of a long time. I’m probably the longest constant active wrestler slash personality in the WFWF. This ol’ dog’ll bite ya.
Frankly, I’m not one to lose my conscience, believe me they’re always there, but I have to listen this time. I’m Sum 41, I’m in too deep.
Christ I really am old.
But I have to do as I’m told. It’s what’s best.
…it’s worse, I really am starting to sound like Tugarin.
But I promise not to go as overboard as I did with Cam…so long as you don’t make it too difficult. That’s an example of what I can and will do to a friend, on accident, now imagine someone I don’t hold nearly as close, even if I can respect. So that’s all I ask. Keep it simple. For me. Make it easy for yourself this week and at The Clash. And I’m offering this after you broke my scar! Perhaps I’m being too kind. But heed my words, Jayson. Otherwise…well…in regards to what happens to you…well…
…not a f*ck will be given.
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