Post by Justin Kaard on Feb 1, 2016 20:28:17 GMT -5
Justin rolled out of the ring feeling elated. This was his first PCW win in...well let's not go there. It was invigorating, it was exciting, it was redeeming, it was a possible death sentence. Justin knew he'd been shoved headlong into a fight he had no part it. Alexa and Smith had a long and violent history the likes of which weren't usually seen outside of snuff films and Republican debates.
Not only had he been placed directly in the middle of it, he'd had the audacity to actually win the match. Thus denying either the Amazon or the Crazy One their closure. Though knowing those two it more than likely would have been the excuse they needed to escalate their fight into an old fashioned blood feud.
"And now I'm caught in the middle of it," Justin muttered.
Justin shrugged it off, it was a hazard in this business. Sometimes you're the person behind the scope, sometimes you're the person in the crosshairs.
The show was over by the time Justin had cleaned up and dressed. What, sometimes a guy wants to feel pretty and that takes time! Wait, what?
Those pretty feelings went by the wayside when Justin left the locker room, the card for the next show had been posted.
Justin stared blankly for a moment as reality set in, "FUCK," he exclaimed.
Alexa Black held grudges. She was kind of famous for it. Everyone from Kelli Starr to Sadistic had been on the receiving end of her fury. Granted sometimes it happened via Twitter but that still counts, right? And now she had a prime opportunity get her lady meat hooks on Justin.
In a sheer size comparison, Justin lost. Well, he usually lost when it came to size. Okay, he always lost. It sucks being short. It had its advantages though. Alexa was used to being one of the biggest in the ring, she was used to having the definite power advantage, and she was used to dominating her opponents. Wait, I was going somewhere positive with this, Justin thought glumly.
Oh right, size advantage. Where Alexa might be used to throwing others around the ring with little to no effort, Justin was used to being thrown around with little to no effort. Granted he was usually the one doing the throwing. Speed, we're talking about speed. Justin had beaten her once before, he was fairly confident he could do it a second time provided he stayed out of reach as much as possible. She had enough offensive weapons to make life difficult for anyone. So long as Justin could avoid one of her eleventy billion finishing moves he'd be okay. And as long as he kept telling himself that it would undoubtedly come true.
Justin was so lost in his own self deprecation that he almost didn't see the car in time. The overpriced Bentley came roaring out of the garage and nearly turned him into a spot monkey pancake.
"Watch where the hell you're going!" Justin yelled after the driver.
The nerve of some people.
Justin took a long meandering route home. He owned a car, he didn't have to walk. He just enjoyed it. It kept him grounded. Yes, the irony of keeping the Adrenaline King grounded wasn't lost on him. It was cloudy and more than a little chilly. The most recent named snow storm kept the temperature on edge. Who the hell names a snow storm? And who the hell gives it an quiet, unassuming name like Jonas. Name it something big and scary like snow storm holyballsitiscold or snow storm Alexa. You could name it snow storm Grimm but then even more people probably would have died.
Justin made it home just as the chill settled in and Eric was pulling into the driveway.
"Grocery run?"
Eric popped the trunk of his car and started pulling out bags in conformation, "I figured now that we had a proper kitchen with proper fancy gadgets like a refrigerator we should probably keep it full."
Justin peered into the bags, "Seems like a fair assessment."
Justin grabbed two bags and followed his older brother into the house. In the weeks since they'd bought it, scratch that, in the weeks since Eric had picked it out and Justin had paid for it, it had taken on the qualities of a home. Now in addition to the absurdly large TV and couch, his living room had things like bookshelves filled with real actual books and lamps and pictures on the wall.
"So did you win?"
"As a matter of fact I did. And as a reward for winning their throwing me right back to Queen of Shebeastia. This time without the added benefit of another body to distract her," Justin grumbled in good natured humor.
Eric laughed, "Well I'm disappointed you didn't get beat up by a girl, but I'm glad you won."
"You're so supportive, big brother," Justin threw an orange at Eric's head.
Eric caught the orange, "I calls em as I sees em, Justin. You were so wrapped up in feeling sorry for yourself after what happened with Rhodes you needed a swift kick in the ass. And if it had to come from Alexa Black that's fine, but you needed it."
"When you're right you're right, Eric. And you, you're always right."
"Thanks, Barf."
Justin and his brother put the rest of the groceries away, playfully sniping at one another with their banter. Justin felt more at peace than he had in a long time. He was home. And nothing, certainly not Alexa Black, could take that from him.
Not only had he been placed directly in the middle of it, he'd had the audacity to actually win the match. Thus denying either the Amazon or the Crazy One their closure. Though knowing those two it more than likely would have been the excuse they needed to escalate their fight into an old fashioned blood feud.
"And now I'm caught in the middle of it," Justin muttered.
Justin shrugged it off, it was a hazard in this business. Sometimes you're the person behind the scope, sometimes you're the person in the crosshairs.
The show was over by the time Justin had cleaned up and dressed. What, sometimes a guy wants to feel pretty and that takes time! Wait, what?
Those pretty feelings went by the wayside when Justin left the locker room, the card for the next show had been posted.
Match Five
Singles match
Alexa Black vs. Justin Kaard
Singles match
Alexa Black vs. Justin Kaard
Justin stared blankly for a moment as reality set in, "FUCK," he exclaimed.
Alexa Black held grudges. She was kind of famous for it. Everyone from Kelli Starr to Sadistic had been on the receiving end of her fury. Granted sometimes it happened via Twitter but that still counts, right? And now she had a prime opportunity get her lady meat hooks on Justin.
In a sheer size comparison, Justin lost. Well, he usually lost when it came to size. Okay, he always lost. It sucks being short. It had its advantages though. Alexa was used to being one of the biggest in the ring, she was used to having the definite power advantage, and she was used to dominating her opponents. Wait, I was going somewhere positive with this, Justin thought glumly.
Oh right, size advantage. Where Alexa might be used to throwing others around the ring with little to no effort, Justin was used to being thrown around with little to no effort. Granted he was usually the one doing the throwing. Speed, we're talking about speed. Justin had beaten her once before, he was fairly confident he could do it a second time provided he stayed out of reach as much as possible. She had enough offensive weapons to make life difficult for anyone. So long as Justin could avoid one of her eleventy billion finishing moves he'd be okay. And as long as he kept telling himself that it would undoubtedly come true.
Justin was so lost in his own self deprecation that he almost didn't see the car in time. The overpriced Bentley came roaring out of the garage and nearly turned him into a spot monkey pancake.
"Watch where the hell you're going!" Justin yelled after the driver.
The nerve of some people.
Justin took a long meandering route home. He owned a car, he didn't have to walk. He just enjoyed it. It kept him grounded. Yes, the irony of keeping the Adrenaline King grounded wasn't lost on him. It was cloudy and more than a little chilly. The most recent named snow storm kept the temperature on edge. Who the hell names a snow storm? And who the hell gives it an quiet, unassuming name like Jonas. Name it something big and scary like snow storm holyballsitiscold or snow storm Alexa. You could name it snow storm Grimm but then even more people probably would have died.
Justin made it home just as the chill settled in and Eric was pulling into the driveway.
"Grocery run?"
Eric popped the trunk of his car and started pulling out bags in conformation, "I figured now that we had a proper kitchen with proper fancy gadgets like a refrigerator we should probably keep it full."
Justin peered into the bags, "Seems like a fair assessment."
Justin grabbed two bags and followed his older brother into the house. In the weeks since they'd bought it, scratch that, in the weeks since Eric had picked it out and Justin had paid for it, it had taken on the qualities of a home. Now in addition to the absurdly large TV and couch, his living room had things like bookshelves filled with real actual books and lamps and pictures on the wall.
"So did you win?"
"As a matter of fact I did. And as a reward for winning their throwing me right back to Queen of Shebeastia. This time without the added benefit of another body to distract her," Justin grumbled in good natured humor.
Eric laughed, "Well I'm disappointed you didn't get beat up by a girl, but I'm glad you won."
"You're so supportive, big brother," Justin threw an orange at Eric's head.
Eric caught the orange, "I calls em as I sees em, Justin. You were so wrapped up in feeling sorry for yourself after what happened with Rhodes you needed a swift kick in the ass. And if it had to come from Alexa Black that's fine, but you needed it."
"When you're right you're right, Eric. And you, you're always right."
"Thanks, Barf."
Justin and his brother put the rest of the groceries away, playfully sniping at one another with their banter. Justin felt more at peace than he had in a long time. He was home. And nothing, certainly not Alexa Black, could take that from him.
