I'd go to Disneyland, but they keep raising the prices
Feb 15, 2020 21:20:17 GMT -5
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Post by The Anarchist on Feb 15, 2020 21:20:17 GMT -5
The night was more successful than counting the Iowa Caucus votes.
Jason Willard was victorious, scoring the pin for his team. Sadly it came at the expense of a good friend.
He was victorious despite having his sworn enemy as a partner. He was victorious despite Grimm being in the match. He was victorious because one hundred thousand dollars wasn't going to the company.
And most of all...
He was victorious because he put Rick Majors down like a wounded animal later in the night. Patience really did pay off.
And now he has the opportunity to take away the only title he's ever held. Rick Majors knew a thing or two about loss. About pain. About regret. Only a man who had experienced all of those could be foolish enough to defend their championship in a tag team match.
He contemplated the sound of hearing "And NEW Underground Champion" over and over again. It helped distract from the pain he was feeling after taking some Holden Ross offense.
High Tide had a chance and was unable to come away victorious.
Crazy Boy had a chance and was unable to come away victorious.
"And NEW Underground Champion, Jason Willard!"
He winces at the thought of it. This match was going to hurt.
His mind quickly changes to something more pleasant. Safely away from the prying eyes and open ears of everyone, he hugs Lucy's purple cardigan. Her very essence clung to the hand knitted wool garment. It was a soothing natural perfume that he was intoxicated by. Prior to leaving for the show, she wrapped it around his waist with love, like her arms were used to doing. She missed physically being there with him...
"Who needs a championship? I've got something better!" He confides. "Even though I could dedicate the win to mommy afterwards."
Armed with that thought, he slowly pushes himself off of the bed. Standing took every blanked expletive he could think of. Tying the sweater back around his waist was therapeutic. There's being hit hard and then there's Holden hitting you hard. The biggest bruise he had is large enough to cover North America on a globe.
Now came making his feet take turns moving forward.
-----
"They have you doing what??"
They were willing to cooperate. He managed to make it to the breakfast table in one piece. Oh, sure, the wall may have played a hand in assistance, but the will to get there, the sheer DETERMINATION, was all him.
"Competing for the Underground title."
"In a tag match?"
"That's right. Me and High Tide versus Rick and Crazy Boy. First time pairings."
Destiny was unmoved by that fact. "I don't like it. That division isn't for you, babe."
"As you can clearly see, I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs about it. That reminds me, do we have some left?"
"I'm being serious. Wrestling is painful enough without having weapons and the arena environment involved. That division---"
He jumps in.
"Will have me going into the record book as their champion. Do you remember years and years ago in *TUF* when I had a shot at the FuBaR title? I got screwed over by someone using a tire iron!"
"I hated it then, too."
"I'm just saying, it isn't like the environment is something I can't handle. For the love of a nonexistent deity, I used to make barb wire scaffold matches my specialty! Scaffolds with flames on both sides! I even held the IAWF Xtreme title!"
Destiny remains unmoved by the truth in the matter. Her concern was driving the car and if he didn't tread carefully, it would go over the speed limit and into a collision.
"What do you want me to do? Not compete? Step aside and let the others go at it?"
"As opposed to the alternative? Absolutely!"
"That's not happening. In fact, if my memory serves right, I survived just fine the last time I faced Rick Majors. This time I have help AND a chance to hold one of the two titles I never have."
Destiny throws her arms up, exasperated by the way the conversation is going. "Why can't you try to understand where I'm coming from??"
"I DO understand. I also happen to know that I can go to Mommy to heal any of my wounds!"
It was all she could do to not throw something at him. Concern was about to evolve into anger after his next response.
"Maybe I should've just taken the fine. Then this wouldn't be an issue! Oh, but wait. YOU didn't want me to do that, either!"
Destiny closes her eyes and counts to ten. Then twenty. Then one hundred. "I'm done. I've tried to come down to your childlike level THREE times, making myself look stupid because I love you. I talked you out of that fine and god only knows what in Atlanta! When you get hurt again..."
She pauses from going any further. Jason tries to take her hands, but she recoils and leaves him with his thoughts.
-----
Lucy watched the show that night. The downside of it falling on Valentine's Day was unfortunate, but when has the celebration of love ever been relegated to a single day? The remnants of melted pink and red candles remained next to assorted rose petals she had spread out.
Even a lipstick kiss remained on the television screen.
The walls are proudly adorned with framed photos of her only child. They ranged in age of course. Some were of them. Some were just him. The centerpiece was a professional shot they recently had done. Directly next to it was one of her holding him shortly after being born.
Lucy eagerly waited on the front porch. She had received a phone call about the impending arrival and was out the door. The small acreage of orange trees that dotted the property must have sensed he was on the way too. It may just be her perception, but the citrus scent seemed bolder.
It was heavenly.
The morning sun put out extra beams of sunlight through the trees, bouncing the notes of earthy greens and browns to higher contrasts of saturation than usual. There appeared to be extra notes of melody in the chirpy serenades of Warblers. She wasn't sure what species exactly, but she loved hearing them.
Lucy stands and brushes her turquoise nightgown as she watches Jason drive his light-blue 1960 Buick LeSabre up the house. There's a bit of chill in the air, so she also has a peach cardigan on. They wave at one another before he brings the car to a stop. Her smile only grows as he approaches.
"Good morning, mommy!"
"Good morning, angel. I'm so happy you're home!"
They hug. His wince doesn't go undetected. "What's wrong with my little darling? Hmm?"
"I---"
He starts to pull his shirt up, but she has him pause until she leads him inside. Privacy is valued after all.
"Can mommy get you something to drink?" Her voice was saccharine. He was very fond of it. "May I have some coffee, please?"
"Why of course you can, dear! I just made a whole pot for us!" She now talks to herself. "Goodness. I'll have to see what I have to go with it."
"I can go get some doughnuts if you like."
"Oh, now, there's no need for you to do that! After all, you're hurting from your match! Besides, you have to let mommy see where, so she can---" the blue in her eyes light up as if stars were twinkling in them. "So she can make it all better!"
Lucy bends her left ring finger like she's saying "I'll be right back." It has a piece of violet string tied around it. It was his favorite color. She returns with two cups of hot chocolate instead. "I thought you may like a treat instead!"
In go the mini marshmallows. First for him, then for her. He didn't object. Hot chocolate was always a welcomed beverage. "We should let them cool down first. We wouldn't want to burn ourselves, would we? Although if we were to do that---" she faces him. Jason holds her hands.
"Mommy, I don't want to get hurt at Mass Destruction, but I want the gold toy that somebody has."
"Is somebody going to try and hurt you?" Her voice was as serious as murder. "You just tell me who."
"Rick and Tyrone. Maybe this pirate that calls himself High Tide, even though we're partners and should help each other! You see, the first person to score a pinfall or submission wins the gold toy." He nuzzles his head along her neck. "I've been a good boy, mommy! Can I have it?"
Lucy gently strokes his tousled hair after kissing his head. Then she begins to rock him like she had when he was young. "You can have anything you want, sweetheart."
Jason Willard was victorious, scoring the pin for his team. Sadly it came at the expense of a good friend.
He was victorious despite having his sworn enemy as a partner. He was victorious despite Grimm being in the match. He was victorious because one hundred thousand dollars wasn't going to the company.
And most of all...
He was victorious because he put Rick Majors down like a wounded animal later in the night. Patience really did pay off.
And now he has the opportunity to take away the only title he's ever held. Rick Majors knew a thing or two about loss. About pain. About regret. Only a man who had experienced all of those could be foolish enough to defend their championship in a tag team match.
He contemplated the sound of hearing "And NEW Underground Champion" over and over again. It helped distract from the pain he was feeling after taking some Holden Ross offense.
High Tide had a chance and was unable to come away victorious.
Crazy Boy had a chance and was unable to come away victorious.
"And NEW Underground Champion, Jason Willard!"
He winces at the thought of it. This match was going to hurt.
His mind quickly changes to something more pleasant. Safely away from the prying eyes and open ears of everyone, he hugs Lucy's purple cardigan. Her very essence clung to the hand knitted wool garment. It was a soothing natural perfume that he was intoxicated by. Prior to leaving for the show, she wrapped it around his waist with love, like her arms were used to doing. She missed physically being there with him...
"Who needs a championship? I've got something better!" He confides. "Even though I could dedicate the win to mommy afterwards."
Armed with that thought, he slowly pushes himself off of the bed. Standing took every blanked expletive he could think of. Tying the sweater back around his waist was therapeutic. There's being hit hard and then there's Holden hitting you hard. The biggest bruise he had is large enough to cover North America on a globe.
Now came making his feet take turns moving forward.
-----
"They have you doing what??"
They were willing to cooperate. He managed to make it to the breakfast table in one piece. Oh, sure, the wall may have played a hand in assistance, but the will to get there, the sheer DETERMINATION, was all him.
"Competing for the Underground title."
"In a tag match?"
"That's right. Me and High Tide versus Rick and Crazy Boy. First time pairings."
Destiny was unmoved by that fact. "I don't like it. That division isn't for you, babe."
"As you can clearly see, I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs about it. That reminds me, do we have some left?"
"I'm being serious. Wrestling is painful enough without having weapons and the arena environment involved. That division---"
He jumps in.
"Will have me going into the record book as their champion. Do you remember years and years ago in *TUF* when I had a shot at the FuBaR title? I got screwed over by someone using a tire iron!"
"I hated it then, too."
"I'm just saying, it isn't like the environment is something I can't handle. For the love of a nonexistent deity, I used to make barb wire scaffold matches my specialty! Scaffolds with flames on both sides! I even held the IAWF Xtreme title!"
Destiny remains unmoved by the truth in the matter. Her concern was driving the car and if he didn't tread carefully, it would go over the speed limit and into a collision.
"What do you want me to do? Not compete? Step aside and let the others go at it?"
"As opposed to the alternative? Absolutely!"
"That's not happening. In fact, if my memory serves right, I survived just fine the last time I faced Rick Majors. This time I have help AND a chance to hold one of the two titles I never have."
Destiny throws her arms up, exasperated by the way the conversation is going. "Why can't you try to understand where I'm coming from??"
"I DO understand. I also happen to know that I can go to Mommy to heal any of my wounds!"
It was all she could do to not throw something at him. Concern was about to evolve into anger after his next response.
"Maybe I should've just taken the fine. Then this wouldn't be an issue! Oh, but wait. YOU didn't want me to do that, either!"
Destiny closes her eyes and counts to ten. Then twenty. Then one hundred. "I'm done. I've tried to come down to your childlike level THREE times, making myself look stupid because I love you. I talked you out of that fine and god only knows what in Atlanta! When you get hurt again..."
She pauses from going any further. Jason tries to take her hands, but she recoils and leaves him with his thoughts.
-----
Lucy watched the show that night. The downside of it falling on Valentine's Day was unfortunate, but when has the celebration of love ever been relegated to a single day? The remnants of melted pink and red candles remained next to assorted rose petals she had spread out.
Even a lipstick kiss remained on the television screen.
The walls are proudly adorned with framed photos of her only child. They ranged in age of course. Some were of them. Some were just him. The centerpiece was a professional shot they recently had done. Directly next to it was one of her holding him shortly after being born.
Lucy eagerly waited on the front porch. She had received a phone call about the impending arrival and was out the door. The small acreage of orange trees that dotted the property must have sensed he was on the way too. It may just be her perception, but the citrus scent seemed bolder.
It was heavenly.
The morning sun put out extra beams of sunlight through the trees, bouncing the notes of earthy greens and browns to higher contrasts of saturation than usual. There appeared to be extra notes of melody in the chirpy serenades of Warblers. She wasn't sure what species exactly, but she loved hearing them.
Lucy stands and brushes her turquoise nightgown as she watches Jason drive his light-blue 1960 Buick LeSabre up the house. There's a bit of chill in the air, so she also has a peach cardigan on. They wave at one another before he brings the car to a stop. Her smile only grows as he approaches.
"Good morning, mommy!"
"Good morning, angel. I'm so happy you're home!"
They hug. His wince doesn't go undetected. "What's wrong with my little darling? Hmm?"
"I---"
He starts to pull his shirt up, but she has him pause until she leads him inside. Privacy is valued after all.
"Can mommy get you something to drink?" Her voice was saccharine. He was very fond of it. "May I have some coffee, please?"
"Why of course you can, dear! I just made a whole pot for us!" She now talks to herself. "Goodness. I'll have to see what I have to go with it."
"I can go get some doughnuts if you like."
"Oh, now, there's no need for you to do that! After all, you're hurting from your match! Besides, you have to let mommy see where, so she can---" the blue in her eyes light up as if stars were twinkling in them. "So she can make it all better!"
Lucy bends her left ring finger like she's saying "I'll be right back." It has a piece of violet string tied around it. It was his favorite color. She returns with two cups of hot chocolate instead. "I thought you may like a treat instead!"
In go the mini marshmallows. First for him, then for her. He didn't object. Hot chocolate was always a welcomed beverage. "We should let them cool down first. We wouldn't want to burn ourselves, would we? Although if we were to do that---" she faces him. Jason holds her hands.
"Mommy, I don't want to get hurt at Mass Destruction, but I want the gold toy that somebody has."
"Is somebody going to try and hurt you?" Her voice was as serious as murder. "You just tell me who."
"Rick and Tyrone. Maybe this pirate that calls himself High Tide, even though we're partners and should help each other! You see, the first person to score a pinfall or submission wins the gold toy." He nuzzles his head along her neck. "I've been a good boy, mommy! Can I have it?"
Lucy gently strokes his tousled hair after kissing his head. Then she begins to rock him like she had when he was young. "You can have anything you want, sweetheart."