Post by The Anarchist on Sept 11, 2015 20:02:13 GMT -5
There really was no way of discussing The Black Hand, without acknowledging the longevity of the individuals who comprised the team. Every single one of them were extremely skilled, highly accomplished and battle tested talents, that have decided to band together and takeover Pure Class Wrestling. I can’t stand the word “perfect” as I feel perfection didn’t exist, but these four are incredible antagonists. Much like when you watch a movie, you hope the protagonist gives them their just desserts.
Only in the world of professional wrestling, that doesn’t always happen. Trauma was proof of this as we got our asses KICKED. Well, two of us did. The Black Hand has been a dominating force since it’s inception and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. That alone had my respect, and really, so did the members of the team. It’s one thing to proclaim to the fans “I’m going to beat them and end their reign of terror” while it was another to actually be able to pull it off. Whether or not I could personally put a dent in the armor was unknown. But I certainly was unable during the six-man tag. The only thing I could do was try, or at least when I was booked against them. Sadistic, Grimm, Showtime and Stormm weren’t slouches in the ring. Speaking of Justin, thanks for the Force of Nature, Sincerely, my head and neck.
The fans that flocked to the shows paid good money every time, with the hope that they would get to see them defeated. Yeah, easier said than done. However, back home in Anaheim, I had a family who were never far from my mind and heart every time I stepped inside of the squared circle. Think about this for a moment. I was retired for three years, had thought I was long gone from the business, only to find myself returning to active competition at Thirty-seven years old. That wasn’t an easy sell for Destiny, who much rather have me at home where she felt I belonged. She mused that I had nothing left to accomplish during our conversations shortly before I went back.
So why was it that I agreed to return for an undetermined length of time? I don’t actually have one answer for that question. Electing to wrestle as a fan favorite brought about a new challenge and fresh opponents, some of whom I would have on a bucket list, if I were to ever have one for wrestling. The opposition could be another answer, as a lot of the people I have faced or teamed with recently, with the exception of Justin Michaels and Nacho Grande, were new for me. My memory had slipped when I erroneously said it was the first time that Tha UnHoly Alliance was teaming with Non Compos Mentis.
He was a partner with us four years ago in a War Games match. But regardless of whatever personal reasons I had, the fact remained I had returned to PCW with my best friend to tag up for one last run. It doesn’t matter what your name or record is or how many times you’ve held a title, the day will come when you decide it’s time to hang up the boots and say farewell. It will happen to everyone, and don’t think it won’t. I was happy to now represent the fans, and regardless of what I say into a microphone to help sell the match, hoped that I was able to give them their money’s worth every show, win or lose.
The Sea Men were our next match for Trauma. Two men who were former tag team champions themselves, and in the case of High Tide, a former Underground champion. I had to wonder how he would be feeling after the brutal match he was just in to reclaim his title, but wouldn’t take him or Wasp lightly. All I could do was wish them good luck and hope for the best. Loc…
”Are you finished writing, yet? I can think of a much better use for your hands” Destiny wondered, as her arms found their way around Willard’s midsection like the tentacles of the mighty octopus. With a gentle squeeze and blow into his right ear, Destiny got his attention away from his journal and onto her. She giggled and continued to put advances on him. Her hands crept down to his waistline, the tips of her fingers slooowly disappearing inside of his jeans, as if they were on a mission. Destiny leaned in, biting her bottom lip with a seductive look in her eyes. Her smile partially widened, as Willard scooted his chair back, so she had room to move around to face him, but she chose not to. Her lips kissed his with the softest of touches…and then she stood back up, moving her hands onto her hips. Willard sat there looking up at Destiny, who was wearing an oversized pink shirt, and what he assumed was nothing on underneath, be it a bra or panties. She put up her right index finger, moving it from side to side.
”It’s your turn to get the children ready for school, babe. Hehe, silly boy. Sex education comes later in the day.”
”OHH! You…gawd. TEASE!”
”Oh?” Destiny replied with innocence. “Did you want class to start early?”
She then began to pull her shirt up, revealing her long legs as she walked back towards the sitting Willard. Getting close enough that he could put his hands on them, Destiny quickly revealed (much to his disappointment) that she was in fact wearing underwear underneath. She sneaked in a lightning fast kiss, but hadn’t accounted on her husband jumping up with her being lifted off the ground and pushed back against the wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs hugged his lower back.
”Take me now…I’ll be quiet so they can’t hear us.” She whispered.
Willard moved and walked over to their bed. Destiny’s legs stayed wrapped around him, but her arms were outstretched above her head with his, the couple holding hands while engaging in a make out session. As he could feel Destiny getting turned on, Willard released her and undid her grip. Jumping back, he now wiggled an index finger.
”I can’t. I have to get the kids ready for school, it’s what you wanted!” Willard laughed.
”But I want YOU!” Destiny exclaimed.
She jumped off the bed and gave chase to him as he continued laughing. Willard ran through the kitchen and into the living room with his wife close behind. He made it to the front door and had it unlocked, but had no chance of getting outside. Destiny reached over him and relocked it, turning him around in the process. She pushes him against the door with her hands on his chest. However, the playfulness ended almost immediately with an “Ah…ah…ahem” in the distance.
Both parents looked over to see Autumn as the culprit. ”What are you guys doing?” she asked.
”Having an expression of love with your father, sweetie. It would have been the same way we used to conceive you.”
”MOM! That’s TMI. I really didn’t need to know that.”
Destiny laughed as she clutched the hand of Jason, pulling him over to the nearby couch. She sat down, getting right up against him as he did the same. Autumn continued to look on at her horny parents.
”Can’t you guys get a motel room like normal people?”
”Why?” Destiny asked. “We were here first, we’re in love and you’ll be off to school soon.”
”Thankfully” Autumn muttered, “I’ll go wake Nancy and Madeleine up. Try to keep your clothes on long enough. I’m sure the sun doesn’t want to shine on your nakedness.”
That made both Destiny and Jason roar with laughter as Autumn walked away shaking her head. Darn kids, what can you do? “Are we not normal?” Destiny asked. “Of course we are. Just one of us is normally asleep around this time.” Willard answered in reply as Destiny smiled, laying her head down on his shoulder.
”You know…we could…”
”Anything you want, hun.”
”Really?”
”Absolutely. If that’s what you want to do, I’m up for it.”
Destiny kisses his cheek and pats his knee as she gets up. “I wonder if it looks the same as when we were there?”
”Umm…” Willard was confused. “What are you talking about?”
”The place where we met.” Destiny’s words were marked with a serious tone, a complete switch from how she had just been. “I want to see what became of it.”
Willard watched as she left his line of sight. He sighed and listened to the chirping of birds outside as a distraction. “I should have let her tell me first.”
The distance between Anaheim and their past was roughly 77 miles, so the travel would take a little over a combined three hours. It was short enough that they had plenty of time to get there and back, before having to get the twins from school. This was the first time in almost twenty years that they would see it. Pulling up the long dirt road, a lot had changed. California was in the midst of a long-standing drought, so what was once lush greens, were now invaded by decaying browns and a loss of the beauty that once grew. Willard glanced momentarily at where white picket fences used to dot near the now dilapidated red barn. The fence was no longer in existence, sans a few worn planks buried in the dirt. Turning the corner, the apple orchards and orange groves remained, but both had seen better days.
The main building was a two-story farmhouse that had been built in 1911. It was a warm and cozy structure, not unlike what you would see in any farming community and sky blue in color. It was still there, but the windows that looked out to the valley horizon were shattered. The front door was unhinged, the lawn unkempt and in all honesty, the place looked abandoned.
Willard parked the car and got out, with Destiny not far behind. If you didn’t know any better, you would think they were dressed for a funeral, as black was the color of the day. Now seeing what once was, it was an appropriate choice. He sat on the hood of the car, not wanting to return to this place, but doing so for Destiny. Crows cawed off in the distance, while the warm sun mingled with a cool breeze rustling through the leaves. Destiny surveyed the property, walking up to the front door and looking at where the address numbers once were. She briefly peeked inside, but didn’t actually go in, not knowing what or who could possibly be calling it home.
”Ridgecrest sure went to hell. Isn’t that where we got told our eternity would be spent at?” Willard yelled. “Looks like the joke is on good ol Ms. Henshaw.”
Relationships were frowned on. The former director, Carolyn Henshaw, was one of those who read from the bible, and then passed judgment on everyone. How she ever had this place is an unsolved mystery. Both Jason and Destiny ignored those sorts of things. They had helped one another survive being here and more importantly, themselves. Rules be damned, they were going to be together. Presently, Willard could hear Destiny chuckle at his question.
”This place has karma written all over it. Such a waste of beautiful architecture…I hope wherever that bitch is, she rots. For all I know or care, she could be buried inside…Her attitude is reflected here!” Destiny grumbled as she made her way back over.
”She never did like us” Willard laughed, “The only good thing I can say for this place, is that we met and fell in love here. If not for that, I would have committed suicide.”
Destiny stood in front of her husband, looking right into his eyes. There was no expression from her. Just a face without any make up on it. Her almond eyes pierced his heart as they had so many years ago. Before he knew it, Destiny removed a small razor blade from her dress, and cut the letter J into her left hand. Not a deep wound, just enough to draw blood. It was an easy heal, so they wouldn’t have to explain it to the children later. After she finished, she grabbed Willard’s left and began making a D into it. A smile was on her face as she threw the sharp instrument onto the ground. With their bloody left hands held together, Destiny pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss with her free hand. Once that ended, Willard looked at her in confusion. Was this some sort of kinky foreplay?
”In life and in death, we belong to each other. We were meant to be, Jason. I love you with everything I am, and you love me the exact same. Cutting the first letters of our names and holding our hands together, closes the book on this place once and for all. Our blood rests in the ground here. The property didn’t last, but we did and forever will.”
”I’m…not sure I understand.”
”This was where we planned a future together. It’s like you said…the only good thing about this place is that we met and fell in love. It has come full circle, babe. We’ve returned.”
Willard nodded as Destiny went to grab bandages from the car. She wrapped both of their hands after cleaning them. “Full circle” he agreed. “No wonder you wanted to come here.”
”Yup! And remember how you helped me stop cutting years ago? Doing that a moment ago was symbolism. Do you understand now?”
Again he nodded. “Whatever makes you happy, I’m willing to do.”
”Good.” She beamed. “Because I’m pregnant!”
Willard stared at her in complete wide-eyed shock. Destiny grinned as she grabbed his hands and moved them clockwise on her stomach. It was a good thing she was holding them, because he looked like he was going to faint. Not even the sun would restore his color at that given moment. Then laughter broke free as she winked and hugged him tight.
”I’m just kidding, babe!! I love you! C’mon, let’s go home. I think we have something to continue from this morning. Only, the kids won’t be there to save you now!”
Destiny kissed his head, still amused by her joke. Willard slowly got into the passenger seat with his anxiety fading. They were ready to leave place not only in the rear view mirror of the car, but also their lives, once and for all.
Only in the world of professional wrestling, that doesn’t always happen. Trauma was proof of this as we got our asses KICKED. Well, two of us did. The Black Hand has been a dominating force since it’s inception and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. That alone had my respect, and really, so did the members of the team. It’s one thing to proclaim to the fans “I’m going to beat them and end their reign of terror” while it was another to actually be able to pull it off. Whether or not I could personally put a dent in the armor was unknown. But I certainly was unable during the six-man tag. The only thing I could do was try, or at least when I was booked against them. Sadistic, Grimm, Showtime and Stormm weren’t slouches in the ring. Speaking of Justin, thanks for the Force of Nature, Sincerely, my head and neck.
The fans that flocked to the shows paid good money every time, with the hope that they would get to see them defeated. Yeah, easier said than done. However, back home in Anaheim, I had a family who were never far from my mind and heart every time I stepped inside of the squared circle. Think about this for a moment. I was retired for three years, had thought I was long gone from the business, only to find myself returning to active competition at Thirty-seven years old. That wasn’t an easy sell for Destiny, who much rather have me at home where she felt I belonged. She mused that I had nothing left to accomplish during our conversations shortly before I went back.
So why was it that I agreed to return for an undetermined length of time? I don’t actually have one answer for that question. Electing to wrestle as a fan favorite brought about a new challenge and fresh opponents, some of whom I would have on a bucket list, if I were to ever have one for wrestling. The opposition could be another answer, as a lot of the people I have faced or teamed with recently, with the exception of Justin Michaels and Nacho Grande, were new for me. My memory had slipped when I erroneously said it was the first time that Tha UnHoly Alliance was teaming with Non Compos Mentis.
He was a partner with us four years ago in a War Games match. But regardless of whatever personal reasons I had, the fact remained I had returned to PCW with my best friend to tag up for one last run. It doesn’t matter what your name or record is or how many times you’ve held a title, the day will come when you decide it’s time to hang up the boots and say farewell. It will happen to everyone, and don’t think it won’t. I was happy to now represent the fans, and regardless of what I say into a microphone to help sell the match, hoped that I was able to give them their money’s worth every show, win or lose.
The Sea Men were our next match for Trauma. Two men who were former tag team champions themselves, and in the case of High Tide, a former Underground champion. I had to wonder how he would be feeling after the brutal match he was just in to reclaim his title, but wouldn’t take him or Wasp lightly. All I could do was wish them good luck and hope for the best. Loc…
”Are you finished writing, yet? I can think of a much better use for your hands” Destiny wondered, as her arms found their way around Willard’s midsection like the tentacles of the mighty octopus. With a gentle squeeze and blow into his right ear, Destiny got his attention away from his journal and onto her. She giggled and continued to put advances on him. Her hands crept down to his waistline, the tips of her fingers slooowly disappearing inside of his jeans, as if they were on a mission. Destiny leaned in, biting her bottom lip with a seductive look in her eyes. Her smile partially widened, as Willard scooted his chair back, so she had room to move around to face him, but she chose not to. Her lips kissed his with the softest of touches…and then she stood back up, moving her hands onto her hips. Willard sat there looking up at Destiny, who was wearing an oversized pink shirt, and what he assumed was nothing on underneath, be it a bra or panties. She put up her right index finger, moving it from side to side.
”It’s your turn to get the children ready for school, babe. Hehe, silly boy. Sex education comes later in the day.”
”OHH! You…gawd. TEASE!”
”Oh?” Destiny replied with innocence. “Did you want class to start early?”
She then began to pull her shirt up, revealing her long legs as she walked back towards the sitting Willard. Getting close enough that he could put his hands on them, Destiny quickly revealed (much to his disappointment) that she was in fact wearing underwear underneath. She sneaked in a lightning fast kiss, but hadn’t accounted on her husband jumping up with her being lifted off the ground and pushed back against the wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs hugged his lower back.
”Take me now…I’ll be quiet so they can’t hear us.” She whispered.
Willard moved and walked over to their bed. Destiny’s legs stayed wrapped around him, but her arms were outstretched above her head with his, the couple holding hands while engaging in a make out session. As he could feel Destiny getting turned on, Willard released her and undid her grip. Jumping back, he now wiggled an index finger.
”I can’t. I have to get the kids ready for school, it’s what you wanted!” Willard laughed.
”But I want YOU!” Destiny exclaimed.
She jumped off the bed and gave chase to him as he continued laughing. Willard ran through the kitchen and into the living room with his wife close behind. He made it to the front door and had it unlocked, but had no chance of getting outside. Destiny reached over him and relocked it, turning him around in the process. She pushes him against the door with her hands on his chest. However, the playfulness ended almost immediately with an “Ah…ah…ahem” in the distance.
Both parents looked over to see Autumn as the culprit. ”What are you guys doing?” she asked.
”Having an expression of love with your father, sweetie. It would have been the same way we used to conceive you.”
”MOM! That’s TMI. I really didn’t need to know that.”
Destiny laughed as she clutched the hand of Jason, pulling him over to the nearby couch. She sat down, getting right up against him as he did the same. Autumn continued to look on at her horny parents.
”Can’t you guys get a motel room like normal people?”
”Why?” Destiny asked. “We were here first, we’re in love and you’ll be off to school soon.”
”Thankfully” Autumn muttered, “I’ll go wake Nancy and Madeleine up. Try to keep your clothes on long enough. I’m sure the sun doesn’t want to shine on your nakedness.”
That made both Destiny and Jason roar with laughter as Autumn walked away shaking her head. Darn kids, what can you do? “Are we not normal?” Destiny asked. “Of course we are. Just one of us is normally asleep around this time.” Willard answered in reply as Destiny smiled, laying her head down on his shoulder.
”You know…we could…”
”Anything you want, hun.”
”Really?”
”Absolutely. If that’s what you want to do, I’m up for it.”
Destiny kisses his cheek and pats his knee as she gets up. “I wonder if it looks the same as when we were there?”
”Umm…” Willard was confused. “What are you talking about?”
”The place where we met.” Destiny’s words were marked with a serious tone, a complete switch from how she had just been. “I want to see what became of it.”
Willard watched as she left his line of sight. He sighed and listened to the chirping of birds outside as a distraction. “I should have let her tell me first.”
The distance between Anaheim and their past was roughly 77 miles, so the travel would take a little over a combined three hours. It was short enough that they had plenty of time to get there and back, before having to get the twins from school. This was the first time in almost twenty years that they would see it. Pulling up the long dirt road, a lot had changed. California was in the midst of a long-standing drought, so what was once lush greens, were now invaded by decaying browns and a loss of the beauty that once grew. Willard glanced momentarily at where white picket fences used to dot near the now dilapidated red barn. The fence was no longer in existence, sans a few worn planks buried in the dirt. Turning the corner, the apple orchards and orange groves remained, but both had seen better days.
The main building was a two-story farmhouse that had been built in 1911. It was a warm and cozy structure, not unlike what you would see in any farming community and sky blue in color. It was still there, but the windows that looked out to the valley horizon were shattered. The front door was unhinged, the lawn unkempt and in all honesty, the place looked abandoned.
Willard parked the car and got out, with Destiny not far behind. If you didn’t know any better, you would think they were dressed for a funeral, as black was the color of the day. Now seeing what once was, it was an appropriate choice. He sat on the hood of the car, not wanting to return to this place, but doing so for Destiny. Crows cawed off in the distance, while the warm sun mingled with a cool breeze rustling through the leaves. Destiny surveyed the property, walking up to the front door and looking at where the address numbers once were. She briefly peeked inside, but didn’t actually go in, not knowing what or who could possibly be calling it home.
”Ridgecrest sure went to hell. Isn’t that where we got told our eternity would be spent at?” Willard yelled. “Looks like the joke is on good ol Ms. Henshaw.”
Relationships were frowned on. The former director, Carolyn Henshaw, was one of those who read from the bible, and then passed judgment on everyone. How she ever had this place is an unsolved mystery. Both Jason and Destiny ignored those sorts of things. They had helped one another survive being here and more importantly, themselves. Rules be damned, they were going to be together. Presently, Willard could hear Destiny chuckle at his question.
”This place has karma written all over it. Such a waste of beautiful architecture…I hope wherever that bitch is, she rots. For all I know or care, she could be buried inside…Her attitude is reflected here!” Destiny grumbled as she made her way back over.
”She never did like us” Willard laughed, “The only good thing I can say for this place, is that we met and fell in love here. If not for that, I would have committed suicide.”
Destiny stood in front of her husband, looking right into his eyes. There was no expression from her. Just a face without any make up on it. Her almond eyes pierced his heart as they had so many years ago. Before he knew it, Destiny removed a small razor blade from her dress, and cut the letter J into her left hand. Not a deep wound, just enough to draw blood. It was an easy heal, so they wouldn’t have to explain it to the children later. After she finished, she grabbed Willard’s left and began making a D into it. A smile was on her face as she threw the sharp instrument onto the ground. With their bloody left hands held together, Destiny pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss with her free hand. Once that ended, Willard looked at her in confusion. Was this some sort of kinky foreplay?
”In life and in death, we belong to each other. We were meant to be, Jason. I love you with everything I am, and you love me the exact same. Cutting the first letters of our names and holding our hands together, closes the book on this place once and for all. Our blood rests in the ground here. The property didn’t last, but we did and forever will.”
”I’m…not sure I understand.”
”This was where we planned a future together. It’s like you said…the only good thing about this place is that we met and fell in love. It has come full circle, babe. We’ve returned.”
Willard nodded as Destiny went to grab bandages from the car. She wrapped both of their hands after cleaning them. “Full circle” he agreed. “No wonder you wanted to come here.”
”Yup! And remember how you helped me stop cutting years ago? Doing that a moment ago was symbolism. Do you understand now?”
Again he nodded. “Whatever makes you happy, I’m willing to do.”
”Good.” She beamed. “Because I’m pregnant!”
Willard stared at her in complete wide-eyed shock. Destiny grinned as she grabbed his hands and moved them clockwise on her stomach. It was a good thing she was holding them, because he looked like he was going to faint. Not even the sun would restore his color at that given moment. Then laughter broke free as she winked and hugged him tight.
”I’m just kidding, babe!! I love you! C’mon, let’s go home. I think we have something to continue from this morning. Only, the kids won’t be there to save you now!”
Destiny kissed his head, still amused by her joke. Willard slowly got into the passenger seat with his anxiety fading. They were ready to leave place not only in the rear view mirror of the car, but also their lives, once and for all.