Post by The Anarchist on Oct 9, 2015 16:47:55 GMT -5
Turn the lights out. The party is over.
Deadly Intentions had came (quiet Miss Starr), ended and was now a thing of the past. The event itself was a success, one of PCW’s best efforts. The fans were buzzing throughout the night from all of the action, a controversial ending and the coronation of the next challenger to Sadistic’s title.
What was also buzzing were thoughts fighting for control inside the neurons of The Anarchist’s brain. Alone he sat in a partially dimmed locker room, as crew shuffled around the arena with various tasks. If any of the other roster members were around, Willard didn’t know it. Johnny had long since said his goodbyes, electing not to hang around to see how his partner fared in the Rumble.
With both his stomach and back sore and achy, Willard sat with his hands clasped and head down. Pure isolation greeted him like one of his daughters wanting a hug. Etched in his stare was discontent. Beside him was his bag with his wrestling gear inside. But it was missing something he had felt he could have won: the Underground title.
For all of his reservations leading to the actual contest, Willard had a changed mindset tonight and seemed more than ready to do what it took to capture gold. But it wasn’t meant to be. Wasp claimed victory and to add further insult, he pinned Loco.
It was a good thing then that he not only entered his name in the Rumble, but also had a strong enough showing to be proud of. This was his first trip to the dance and he lasted to the final four. For a glancing moment he was forced into a makeshift team with Kelli Starr, one half of the team who had defeated Tha UnHoly Alliance in the tag team tournament finals at Return to Glory. He could have sat back and let Revelation have their way with her like a pair of jackals and then strike.
But that wasn’t going to happen on his watch. Willard was gone from active competition when The Hand formed and had limited contact with the members since returning. But he hadn’t forgot the past and would aid Dollface in balancing the sides. If Willard had a regret, it was not being able to eliminate Stormm. Starr was good. Pretty good. Damn good really, and that was proven by her being one of the final two in the match. Grimm stood victorious as the winner, and now it was onto the next edition of Trauma.
”Something has to change. I have to change…”
Willard picked himself up, grabbed his bag and headed for the exit into the world. A red eye flight to LAX would have him returning to Anaheim late in the night. Before he departed, Willard acquiesced a request for an autograph and a selfie moment. What he really wanted though, was to get as far away as possible from not only the arena, but the fans…
”Good morning!”
The cheery words were met with a smiling face looking at him. Willard glanced at Destiny without offering anything in return but a blank stare. They had decided to go back to bed after getting their children off for the day. She managed to fall back asleep, while he lay there and stared a hole through the ceiling. He was still bothered, and borderlining agitation. Destiny ever so perceptive of all things Jason positioned herself upright and looked at him again.
”I said good morning…”
”Good morning, Destiny.”
He said it without much feeling behind it. Destiny wasn’t perturbed by it. Instead she reached over and pulled his lips into a smile, laughing to herself afterwards. It returned to the same frown after she let go. Destiny felt her own smile starting to creep away as she sat up. Reaching under the covers for his hand, she took hold and brought it out so she could gently kiss it.
”Tell me what’s on your mind.”
”Nothing. I’m fine.”
”Don’t you pull that with me, I know you better than you know yourself.”
Willard had no return for that one. Destiny meanwhile kept her gaze fixated on him, that was until his cell phone began to ring. Seeing that he wasn’t going to answer it, she had to release his hand and answer it herself. Leaning over to do just that, Destiny told Jason who it was.
”Go ahead and answer.”
Destiny hit the button and proceeded to have a brief conversation. Willard sighed at the details from the other end. Once she hung up with the caller, Destiny returned to an upright position, as shadows hid parts of her pink nightgown. Before continuing she would tie off her hair in a messy ponytail, noticing her husband looked more receptive.
”That was…well, you know.”
”Yeah…”
”You and Johnny have another shot to win the tag titles. Doesn’t that excite you?”
”No, not really. I suppose it will once the day arrives for us to return to the ring, but today I don’t actually give a shit.”
”Judge and Jury, are they tough to beat?”
”I honestly wouldn’t know, Destiny. Deadly Intentions was the first time I’ve ever faced them, but The Sea Men were also involved. Individually I would imagine they are tough, both are in the Underground division and Judge was it’s previous champion. He’s got power for days. They both do. So yeah, you can safely assume this won’t be an easy draw for us.”
”You looked good on the show. The girls and I watched it. I had my concerns about you taking part in that kind of environment. But you returned to me in one piece and that is all I could ask for. I just don’t want you taking any more leaps of faith like that.”
Jason looked up at Destiny who returned gaze, only her eyes were wide as if to say “I mean it” and she did. Willard turned his head away from her, secretly smiling. But he didn’t want her to see that. Quickly he thought of something less pleasant to wipe his grin away. Once done, he turned his head back around to her.
”That phone call didn’t get you off the hook, mister. So either tell me HONESTLY what’s wrong or I’ll kill you!”
”You mean kiss?”
Destiny shook her head.
”Nope. I meant kill.”
Willard stared for a second and tried to make a sudden move out of the bed. She was faster on the draw and pulled him back over without resistance. Willard cackled at this show of speed, while Destiny beamed. He tried again, but the result was the same. Like a two year old, he began to throw a fit in bed. Ok, not really. But Destiny wasn’t going to let him get away.
”Well?”
”It all started in childhood. I believe I was…five, maybe six whe--“
Destiny was no longer amused. She shook her head and got off the bed. Walking around, she ignored Jason’s question of where was she going, leaving him to his own devices. Willard sighed and turned his head slightly to his right, where she had just been. Whatever regret he was feeling disappeared as he slid over to the middle of the bed, sprawling out and soaking up the extra space.
”Ah, all to myself” he muttered under his breath.
It wasn’t to be. A few minutes after she had departed, Destiny returned to the room. Closing the door behind her and locking it, she glared at Jason. Gone was the sexy silk nightgown, now replaced by clothing that was black in color. Uh oh. Destiny never took her eyes off of him as she went and pulled the dark curtains back. Sunlight ruptured the dark ambiance in the bedroom, hitting Jason right in his face.
”AHHH!! It burns! It burns!”
Willard did his best impression of a vampire burning, complete with screams of agony and body writhing. Really it looked more like a really lousy attempt at a seizure. Or, if you wanted to make sizzling noises, could pass for an egg frying. Once he decided to stop, Willard opened his eyes to see Destiny standing by her side of the bed. Jason slowly sat upright, his eyes captured by the makeup-less face of his wife. She always had piercing brown eyes that, depending on her mood, either melted his heart or drove daggers through it.
This was obviously the latter.
”I love you!” Willard bellowed.
It was met with silence.
Not to be discouraged, he rolled out of bed and stood in front of her. Willard pushed her lips up to make them smile, as she had tried earlier. But they fell back into non-existence once he let go, and even drew the narrowing of her eyes. Destiny began tapping her fingers behind herself on the wall. He continued looking at her while bobbing first left and then right.
Her eyes followed his every movement.
”Ah, screw this.” Willard shook his head.
The second he turned and attempted to take two steps away, Destiny spun in front of him. But that death stare never changed. You would think he knew better, but both of them were lightning rods for emotionally instability. However that wasn’t neither here nor there. Willard tried escape by slowly backing onto the bed. She watched him cautiously make it across, but ran around and tackled him back down the moment he stood up, finding no trouble in such. Destiny tussled her way into leaning on her pillows while trapping her husband with her arms and legs. He wasn’t going to win this and she knew it.
”You’re not going anywhere...” she leaned in to whisper this “my…little…anarchist.”
Willard relented and resigned himself, finding the back of his head rested between her breasts. Destiny was stronger than anyone not named Jason, Kristen, Autumn, Nancy or Madeleine knew, but he especially knew it first-hand. There were no secrets between these two, so really he asked for her ire and this position.
”Ok. You win. I’ll talk.”
Destiny didn’t unlock her limbs.
”I felt like I had the Underground title won. Or possibly could have won, if not for that powerbomb. PCW really needs to invest in something that breaks easier. Apparently I’m not heavy enough.”
”I thought you didn’t want to win that title.”
”In the beginning, I didn’t. But I also didn’t want to lose. You watched the show. You heard my interview.”
”But you would have had to be in those types of matches until defeated.”
”I’m a man of anarchy, darling. I could have made it work.”
Destiny squeezed her arms around his midsection, her fingertips tensely digging into his sides like they were little shovels to a grave. Willard, still smarting from that frog splash, jerked uncomfortably. It was then she loosened up. Her point was made.
”You thankfully lost. But you were one of the final four in The Deadly Rumble. That alone should make you feel better.”
”Yes. It did. For it being my first and for me being an elderly thirty-seven, I felt I had a good showing.”
”That Kelli Starr. She’s really pretty.”
”I hadn’t noticed.”
Destiny again struck with the fingertips. Unbeknownst to Jason, Destiny had a smile on her face.
”Keep it that way.”
Willard chuckled over that quip.
”Did I say to laugh? You’re not out of the woods yet. Keep going.”
”What do you want me to say?”
”Well, you can tell me why you wouldn’t tell me when I asked earlier. We’re supposed to be able to tell each other everything. No exceptions. We complete each other. You know this. I don’t like having to forcibly get you to open up, but no matter how you feel or what’s on your mind, I want to know.”
”I know…I was just off in my own world. I don’t know if we’ll win this little mini tournament. Our track record hasn’t been too great since returning. Judge and Jury is the matter at hand. We have to find a way to beat them.”
”Something else is bothering you. I can feel your energy.”
"The fans..."
Deadly Intentions had came (quiet Miss Starr), ended and was now a thing of the past. The event itself was a success, one of PCW’s best efforts. The fans were buzzing throughout the night from all of the action, a controversial ending and the coronation of the next challenger to Sadistic’s title.
What was also buzzing were thoughts fighting for control inside the neurons of The Anarchist’s brain. Alone he sat in a partially dimmed locker room, as crew shuffled around the arena with various tasks. If any of the other roster members were around, Willard didn’t know it. Johnny had long since said his goodbyes, electing not to hang around to see how his partner fared in the Rumble.
With both his stomach and back sore and achy, Willard sat with his hands clasped and head down. Pure isolation greeted him like one of his daughters wanting a hug. Etched in his stare was discontent. Beside him was his bag with his wrestling gear inside. But it was missing something he had felt he could have won: the Underground title.
For all of his reservations leading to the actual contest, Willard had a changed mindset tonight and seemed more than ready to do what it took to capture gold. But it wasn’t meant to be. Wasp claimed victory and to add further insult, he pinned Loco.
It was a good thing then that he not only entered his name in the Rumble, but also had a strong enough showing to be proud of. This was his first trip to the dance and he lasted to the final four. For a glancing moment he was forced into a makeshift team with Kelli Starr, one half of the team who had defeated Tha UnHoly Alliance in the tag team tournament finals at Return to Glory. He could have sat back and let Revelation have their way with her like a pair of jackals and then strike.
But that wasn’t going to happen on his watch. Willard was gone from active competition when The Hand formed and had limited contact with the members since returning. But he hadn’t forgot the past and would aid Dollface in balancing the sides. If Willard had a regret, it was not being able to eliminate Stormm. Starr was good. Pretty good. Damn good really, and that was proven by her being one of the final two in the match. Grimm stood victorious as the winner, and now it was onto the next edition of Trauma.
”Something has to change. I have to change…”
Willard picked himself up, grabbed his bag and headed for the exit into the world. A red eye flight to LAX would have him returning to Anaheim late in the night. Before he departed, Willard acquiesced a request for an autograph and a selfie moment. What he really wanted though, was to get as far away as possible from not only the arena, but the fans…
”Good morning!”
The cheery words were met with a smiling face looking at him. Willard glanced at Destiny without offering anything in return but a blank stare. They had decided to go back to bed after getting their children off for the day. She managed to fall back asleep, while he lay there and stared a hole through the ceiling. He was still bothered, and borderlining agitation. Destiny ever so perceptive of all things Jason positioned herself upright and looked at him again.
”I said good morning…”
”Good morning, Destiny.”
He said it without much feeling behind it. Destiny wasn’t perturbed by it. Instead she reached over and pulled his lips into a smile, laughing to herself afterwards. It returned to the same frown after she let go. Destiny felt her own smile starting to creep away as she sat up. Reaching under the covers for his hand, she took hold and brought it out so she could gently kiss it.
”Tell me what’s on your mind.”
”Nothing. I’m fine.”
”Don’t you pull that with me, I know you better than you know yourself.”
Willard had no return for that one. Destiny meanwhile kept her gaze fixated on him, that was until his cell phone began to ring. Seeing that he wasn’t going to answer it, she had to release his hand and answer it herself. Leaning over to do just that, Destiny told Jason who it was.
”Go ahead and answer.”
Destiny hit the button and proceeded to have a brief conversation. Willard sighed at the details from the other end. Once she hung up with the caller, Destiny returned to an upright position, as shadows hid parts of her pink nightgown. Before continuing she would tie off her hair in a messy ponytail, noticing her husband looked more receptive.
”That was…well, you know.”
”Yeah…”
”You and Johnny have another shot to win the tag titles. Doesn’t that excite you?”
”No, not really. I suppose it will once the day arrives for us to return to the ring, but today I don’t actually give a shit.”
”Judge and Jury, are they tough to beat?”
”I honestly wouldn’t know, Destiny. Deadly Intentions was the first time I’ve ever faced them, but The Sea Men were also involved. Individually I would imagine they are tough, both are in the Underground division and Judge was it’s previous champion. He’s got power for days. They both do. So yeah, you can safely assume this won’t be an easy draw for us.”
”You looked good on the show. The girls and I watched it. I had my concerns about you taking part in that kind of environment. But you returned to me in one piece and that is all I could ask for. I just don’t want you taking any more leaps of faith like that.”
Jason looked up at Destiny who returned gaze, only her eyes were wide as if to say “I mean it” and she did. Willard turned his head away from her, secretly smiling. But he didn’t want her to see that. Quickly he thought of something less pleasant to wipe his grin away. Once done, he turned his head back around to her.
”That phone call didn’t get you off the hook, mister. So either tell me HONESTLY what’s wrong or I’ll kill you!”
”You mean kiss?”
Destiny shook her head.
”Nope. I meant kill.”
Willard stared for a second and tried to make a sudden move out of the bed. She was faster on the draw and pulled him back over without resistance. Willard cackled at this show of speed, while Destiny beamed. He tried again, but the result was the same. Like a two year old, he began to throw a fit in bed. Ok, not really. But Destiny wasn’t going to let him get away.
”Well?”
”It all started in childhood. I believe I was…five, maybe six whe--“
Destiny was no longer amused. She shook her head and got off the bed. Walking around, she ignored Jason’s question of where was she going, leaving him to his own devices. Willard sighed and turned his head slightly to his right, where she had just been. Whatever regret he was feeling disappeared as he slid over to the middle of the bed, sprawling out and soaking up the extra space.
”Ah, all to myself” he muttered under his breath.
It wasn’t to be. A few minutes after she had departed, Destiny returned to the room. Closing the door behind her and locking it, she glared at Jason. Gone was the sexy silk nightgown, now replaced by clothing that was black in color. Uh oh. Destiny never took her eyes off of him as she went and pulled the dark curtains back. Sunlight ruptured the dark ambiance in the bedroom, hitting Jason right in his face.
”AHHH!! It burns! It burns!”
Willard did his best impression of a vampire burning, complete with screams of agony and body writhing. Really it looked more like a really lousy attempt at a seizure. Or, if you wanted to make sizzling noises, could pass for an egg frying. Once he decided to stop, Willard opened his eyes to see Destiny standing by her side of the bed. Jason slowly sat upright, his eyes captured by the makeup-less face of his wife. She always had piercing brown eyes that, depending on her mood, either melted his heart or drove daggers through it.
This was obviously the latter.
”I love you!” Willard bellowed.
It was met with silence.
Not to be discouraged, he rolled out of bed and stood in front of her. Willard pushed her lips up to make them smile, as she had tried earlier. But they fell back into non-existence once he let go, and even drew the narrowing of her eyes. Destiny began tapping her fingers behind herself on the wall. He continued looking at her while bobbing first left and then right.
Her eyes followed his every movement.
”Ah, screw this.” Willard shook his head.
The second he turned and attempted to take two steps away, Destiny spun in front of him. But that death stare never changed. You would think he knew better, but both of them were lightning rods for emotionally instability. However that wasn’t neither here nor there. Willard tried escape by slowly backing onto the bed. She watched him cautiously make it across, but ran around and tackled him back down the moment he stood up, finding no trouble in such. Destiny tussled her way into leaning on her pillows while trapping her husband with her arms and legs. He wasn’t going to win this and she knew it.
”You’re not going anywhere...” she leaned in to whisper this “my…little…anarchist.”
Willard relented and resigned himself, finding the back of his head rested between her breasts. Destiny was stronger than anyone not named Jason, Kristen, Autumn, Nancy or Madeleine knew, but he especially knew it first-hand. There were no secrets between these two, so really he asked for her ire and this position.
”Ok. You win. I’ll talk.”
Destiny didn’t unlock her limbs.
”I felt like I had the Underground title won. Or possibly could have won, if not for that powerbomb. PCW really needs to invest in something that breaks easier. Apparently I’m not heavy enough.”
”I thought you didn’t want to win that title.”
”In the beginning, I didn’t. But I also didn’t want to lose. You watched the show. You heard my interview.”
”But you would have had to be in those types of matches until defeated.”
”I’m a man of anarchy, darling. I could have made it work.”
Destiny squeezed her arms around his midsection, her fingertips tensely digging into his sides like they were little shovels to a grave. Willard, still smarting from that frog splash, jerked uncomfortably. It was then she loosened up. Her point was made.
”You thankfully lost. But you were one of the final four in The Deadly Rumble. That alone should make you feel better.”
”Yes. It did. For it being my first and for me being an elderly thirty-seven, I felt I had a good showing.”
”That Kelli Starr. She’s really pretty.”
”I hadn’t noticed.”
Destiny again struck with the fingertips. Unbeknownst to Jason, Destiny had a smile on her face.
”Keep it that way.”
Willard chuckled over that quip.
”Did I say to laugh? You’re not out of the woods yet. Keep going.”
”What do you want me to say?”
”Well, you can tell me why you wouldn’t tell me when I asked earlier. We’re supposed to be able to tell each other everything. No exceptions. We complete each other. You know this. I don’t like having to forcibly get you to open up, but no matter how you feel or what’s on your mind, I want to know.”
”I know…I was just off in my own world. I don’t know if we’ll win this little mini tournament. Our track record hasn’t been too great since returning. Judge and Jury is the matter at hand. We have to find a way to beat them.”
”Something else is bothering you. I can feel your energy.”
"The fans..."