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<Center>Scene Three | Off Camera
| Deja Vu |
I laid there, flat on my stomach, my face pressed against some kind of weird massage like pillow cutout, my legs elevated a bit higher than the rest of my body. I couldn't stand doctor's appointments, especially considering the news I got 5 years ago. This was basically make it or break it right here, either he was going to give me some extremely horrible news… again, or he’d tell me I am just overthinking and the pain is nothing too bad, I think, I hope, I don’t even fucking know. I took a deep breath as I heard him walking around the room, what the fuck was he doing? Why was he taking so long? Doesn’t he get that I legit have to be back in Europe as soon as fucking possible. SCW didn’t even know that I was in America, speaking of. I should probably at least send out a Tweet saying that I am here and will be back on time for my match, or something along those lines, right? Yeah… sounded like the right idea. I heard footsteps approaching me, about time. The chiropractor pressed down on my lower back with one hand, lifting my right leg up a bit with his other hand. My back cracked in spots that I could never make it crack no matter how much I tried. It felt great, but at the same time a few sharp pains kicked in here and there, I was used to it by now, I had felt much worse, but all of the shots, massages, therapy... everything I had been through in this fucking office, this seemed like a cake walk right now. On the bright side, he was kind of helping me pain wise, he gave me a shot a few minutes ago and the sharp pains have sort of become more so moderate pains, tolerable pains… definitely better than they have been at least.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"So... you have really been doing pretty hard lately eh? At least that is what it sounds like from what you’ve told me, back in the ring and full time again?”
The tone in his voice didn’t sound exactly happy, but he also never completely advised me against doing what I have been doing. He just told me that the more bumps I took, the more falls I took, and the more matches I competed in, the higher my risk was for, well… fucking up my back even worse, which may have been what I did on Sunday. I kind of smirk, even though he can’t see my face, as I close my eyes. My back cracked again as he lifted the opposite leg, pressing into another side of my back as I bit my bottom lip... that one hurt a bit more than the previous crack, thank god for that shot though because… that shit was really saving me from screaming like a 12 year old girl right now. I opened my eyes as I responded to his question.
| Andrew Watts |
"Umm... yeah doc, I am… and honestly it has been going great, like perfect. I am in better shape than I was before the injury and I am literally taking down opponent after opponent like I never have before. I am honestly starting to feel like one of the best in this damn business, again. And that feeling is amazing, literally… amazing.”
I could hear him shaking his head, kind of. I mean, what was I supposed to say? I had to be honest with the guy. The tone in his voice sounded a bit disappointed as he responded to me. I closed my eyes, listening as he talked and cracked my back once again, that one actually feeling really relieving, nice.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"You do realize that the reason you are in my office is because of that business, you understand that right? You are not in better shape than you were before the injury, you might feel like it at times, but you know, and I most definitely know that… well, that is not the case, at all. Being back in this business is only going to make your back even worse, it is not a business that has any benefit for your injury and it is not a business that will help you improve this injury. I don’t get why you are still going full time, after a 5 year early retirement, I don’t get why you went back, there is nothing that will help you benefit from going back Andrew.”
I exhaled, people just don’t get it… they really don’t. I mean, unless you are in my situation, don’t try to comment on it. I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath as I responded to his… comment on my decisions.
| Andrew Watts |
"But there is doc. See, you don't understand, it is different, this business has so much to fucking offer and unless someone has a career in it, they really don’t understand. It is my life, it is what I know, and I am not ready to give all of that up yet, ask any wrestler in this world, anyone with a passion for this business… and they will tell you the same exact thing. We all have our passions in life, mine is wrestling, yours is obviously backs, and spines, a little different than mine, but still a passion. So tell me doc, how would you feel if someone told you that you could never treat patients again? That you would have to sit on your ass and never look at another back, or neck again for the rest of your life?”
I closed my eyes again as he responded, this time I could actually hear some sarcasm in his voice, not so dull and boring like it had been for most of the day… shit, I had been here about 4 hours already, and it felt as if we weren’t really getting anywhere.. what a fucking day, what a fucking week.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"An early retirement? Sign me up! That sounds amazing to me.”
I opened my eyes, and instantly rolled my eyes… luckily he couldn’t see me doing this, unless he had cameras in the ground, which… wouldn’t fucking surprise me with the way shit is nowadays. Technology over anything.
| Andrew Watts |
"That's not how it is doc. That's not what I mean one bit. It's different, this isn't a career for me. If I wanted more money, I could make it elsewhere, I have plenty of other ways, plenty of talents. Doc, this is my passion, it's something I strive for, and the fact that I wasn't able to do it for 5 years… you have no idea how that felt, and to be back at it for a few months now and literally feeling like I never stopped? You have no idea how amazing it feels, it’s like Brett Favre coming back to the NFL next year and winning a fucking MVP and Super Bowl, it’s unlikely… but if that white haired bastard did that, I bet he would feel just as great as I do. Well, you know, minus all of this back pain I have been going through all damn week.”
I closed my eyes as his knuckles pushed into my lower back, no crack… wait, wait… oh, there it is. Another amazing crack, no pain in that one at all. Either he was doing a really good job, or that shot for the pain that he gave me earlier was REALLY starting to do it’s job now. He patted me on the shoulder.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"I guess I don't know the way it works, it is a lot different from the career that I have chosen, evidently. Well, judging from the looks of things, I should be able to give you the final okay to step back in the ring today. Now as much as I wouldn't advise it, the final decision sadly is yours, I just wish you would make the right one… however this is only because I can not give you a reason not to step back in the ring. You have some weird swelling and fluid in your lower back, and it seems to be blocking the first x-ray I took. So it might be a few weeks before I can actually let you know what is going on… however, I also can not hold you back from doing what you want to do, and even though I say no, about the decision you are making… I know you will go against my word and proceed into making your own decision anyways.”
Thank god for the swelling… because if he told me that I couldn’t compete this week, I would be extremely frustrated. Swelling was a good thing for once, and what he was saying really made no sense to me, but he did say that he can’t hold me back from the ring for now, and that was all that mattered.
| Andrew Watts |
"Oh trust me doc, I am making the right one. I know I am... I know what is good for me.”
My legs were now leveled with the rest of my body, the tone in the doctor's voice changed a bit, he sounded a bit let down compared to a few seconds ago.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"Right... I am going to go grab the second x-rays of the disks in your back, they should be ready by now… I am hoping that these ones got something captured that the first ones didn’t, that way I can hold you from competing, at least for now.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to be nice to him as I replied.
| Andrew Watts |
"Alright doc, sounds... good.”
He placed something down on a nearby table, I heard him walking towards the door, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. I pushed myself up from the table... or bed... or whatever this thing exactly was. I sat on the edge of it, my hands holding on to the edge, my legs hanging off of it. I looked down at the ground, feeling a bit nervous. These x-rays had to look good, otherwise I wouldn't be medically cleared for Sunday, that would crush everything. I exhaled, it was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours... hurry up doc, I need to know, I feel like a little kid waiting for school to let out. I stared at the clock, it moved in slow motion, one second was one minute, one minute... an hour. I ran my hand through my hair, feeling some sweat begin to form at the top of my forehead. My back was legit feeling great, that fucking shot that he gave me worked wonders, and I am sure all of the cracking, and massaging that he has been doing has helped me out as well. I exhaled again, come on man, hurry the fuck up. About ten minutes had gone by and then finally I looked towards the door, nothing. I shook my head, looking away from the door. It sounded like I heard the door knob turn but I figured it was just in my head... and then I heard the door slowly opening...
"Creeeeeeaak"
The door creaked open, my eyes shot over to it like lightning. Finally, the doctor walked in, holding a few pictures in his hands, obviously they were my x-rays. He slowly closed the door behind him, walking into the room, standing a few feet from me and looking at me, he handed me the x-rays... why? Fuck if I knew what any of this was supposed to look like. I looked at them, nothing really looked off to me, but what did I know right? I looked up from the x-rays to the doctor, arching an eyebrow as I asked the question.
| Andrew Watts |
"So umm... what exactly does any of this mean? You aren't talking doc, that can't be good news.”
He shrugged his shoulder, looking me in the eyes, I folded my hands into each other, squeezing my fingers, hoping this would be what I wanted to hear... please… don’t fucking tell me that I can’t compete on Sunday, I will legit go crazy… I’ll kill a bitch, smack someone… shoot someone… stab a donkey… fucking say something you big son of a...
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"Andrew I have viewed these x-rays over, and over… a few times… these ones and the first ones that we took. The reason I am being so cautious with them is because I don’t want to miss something and give you the wrong advice, and then be at fault for something wrong happening. But after examining them as much as I possibly could, and with all of the knowledge I have over the years, I am 100 percent sure that there is nothing more that I can really do but tell you what I am about to tell you.”
He pauses for a second, and I could feel it coming, this fucker was about to ruin my fucking life, tell me I can’t wrestle anymore, tell me that I am done, that I am the Blast from the Past because I will not be the Blast from the Future, did that even make sense? Because to me it did… I shook my head as I awaited his next few words… and it fucking felt like he took forever, when in reality he only stopped talking for about two seconds, if that. He finally started talking again, I could feel the sweat dripping down the sides of my forehead as I put my hands together, squeezing them into a ball, and awaiting what he was about to say, like a little kid waiting to open up presents on a birthday.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"Well... it looks like you can do what you want, you can get back into the ring, if that is really the choice that you want to make. I just don't want to see you back to what you were 5 years ago... or worse... and there is a great possibility of that happening with just one wrong little fall. These x-rays are still blocked by the swelling, so I can’t get a good view on what is exactly causing the pain, but I do know is that it isn’t anything NEW… which means I can’t keep you from competing. However when the swelling is gone in a week, maybe two, hopefully no longer.. we are going to need to take some more x-rays, and if there is further damage to your previously damaged disks, then you know what needs to happen… you know what needs to be done with your career. I really don’t want you in the ring until then, but the call is yours, unfortunately.”
I smirk, smacking him against the shoulder with my right hand, letting out a light chuckle, thank god… I couldn’t be more relieved right now.
| Andrew Watts |
"That's a risk I am gladly willing to take doc. You don't get it, I know... but this is my life, this is what I was born to do... and if my body lets me, and I have the okay to do so, I am going to do it.”
He shook his head, obviously not happy… but, right now there was nothing he could do… fuck yeah baby!
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"I guess I have to respect that decision Andrew, you can keep those x-rays, look at them as a reminder... a reminder of just how fragile your back is. I wish you the best of luck in Europe and I am going to prescribe you some pain pills, take them as needed… and don’t overdo it… this is to hold you over until you are back in America, okay? Don’t be stupid about them.”
I pushed myself up to my feet, standing a few inches from the doctor as I nodded my head, giving him a half smile and a pat on the shoulder.
| Andrew Watts |
"Thank you doc, hopefully you tune into the show this Sunday. I know you get a kick out of a few guys kicking the shit out of each other… oh and there are women too, who doesn’t like women rolling around a ring half naked? Check it out, I am serious too… I promise you'll enjoy it.”
He let out a light smile, finally as he exhaled, nodding his head. I took a paper he handed me, likely the prescription for the pain pills as he said a few more words to me, his tone a bit happier now… surprisingly.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"If I remember and I have the free time, I definitely will Andrew. You take care of yourself alright? I'll see you back in a few weeks for that post swelling x-ray, you do not forget about that okay? I will see you right when you get back from Europe, and I hope no sooner...”
I nodded my head, I hope no sooner also, fuck… knock on some damn wood or something doc, why you talking shit like that? I take a deep breath before replying to him.
| Andrew Watts |
"You got it doc, thanks for everything. It won't be any sooner, I promise that. This back is strong and we both know that. It has been through hell and back, and this is just a flare up, I really know it is… at least, I fucking hope it is. But trust me, it will hold up.”
I was probably lying out of my ass, but hey, I was a good liar, so it was all good… I think.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"I truly hope you are right Andrew, I truly do.”
I turn around as I begin to make my way for the door but I instantly stop in my tracks, wait...hold up. I turn around as I come face to face with him once again, my eyes meeting with his as I pause for a second, taking a short breath, closing my eyes, opening them… and start to speak once more.
| Andrew Watts |
"One more thing doc… no one finds out about this okay? I don’t want word getting out anywhere that I may have re-injured my back… it could really fuck a lot of shit up, you know? I appreciate you keeping this between you… and… me.”
He laughs, as he nods his head, adjusting his glasses a bit, before looking me in the eyes once more.
| Dr. David Jalakowski |
"Andrew, you know I could lose my job if I told anyone anything… you are safe with me, you should know this already. Even if I wanted to go out there and tell the world, well… I can’t, or you could take me to court and take every penny in my name, and I could lose my job on top of it. We are good here, you just be careful… very… very careful.”
I nod my head as I stare the man in the eyes, definitely a good guy… hard to find, actually cares about others. I pat him on the shoulder, as if to tell him I respect him in a way, and then I smirk. I extended my hand, as did the doctor. We shook hands and I patted him on his upper shoulder yet again. I tucked the x-ray pictures under my forearm and placed the prescription for the pain pills into my right pocket on my jeans. I exhaled slightly, smirking as I made my way towards the door. I pushed the door open and walked out, walking out of the room Thank god, this was a relief, I guess it was time to fucking book a flight back to Europe, yay… more flying, I was so sick of all of this traveling, luckily it was worth it. I was a bit worried for a second there, thinking he would tell me that I would not be able to compete this Sunday, thinking he might tell me that I might not be able to compete at all anymore, ever... but man did it feel great, this was what I was literally hoping for, somewhat. Well, I was happy. I smiled, as I made my way out of the office and towards my next mission… which was JT Midas, and Mercedes Vargas… oh, and of course… the SCW Heavyweight Championship, which was going to be mine… very… fucking… soon. I could taste the gold.
Scene Four | On Camera
| Everything Is Just Perfect |
Well, I guess it was that time again… you know, turn on the cameras, hit record, stream to SCW, steam to my only personal broadcast… talk about this damn tournament, talk about this match, and basically… do what I do best, get inside the head of my opponent’s… and make them wish they never had to step into the ring with me. I figured I would make this one a bit more entertaining than just the usual, sitting in a random room and talking shit. So I figured I would come to the arena early, and walk around the fucking backstage area or something, while a couple of camera men follow me, I’ll even throw a few bucks at their fat, out of shape, lazy asses. Why not right? They are almost doing me a favor by recording for me, but really… I am the one doing them a favor by giving them this amazing opportunity. I look forward at one of the men walking with a camera in front of me, he was the main feed, and the other standing on my side and somewhat behind me was just for a few other random angles… basically he was there for decoration, off camera decoration… no big deal, at least he feels special right? I smirk, looking forward and nodding my head at the one camera man.
| Andrew Watts |
"You ready?”
He nodded his head and with that, I saw him click a button… the REC lit up in a red glowing light, or something like that and I paid the viewers a nice hello with my typical cocky smirk. I nodded my head again as I continued to walk, looking straight forward into the camera, not saying anything right away… sort of letting them get a good look at what greatness is. I ran my hand back through my hair, rubbing my finger under my nose, taking care of a little annoying itch I had, as I take a short breath, look into the camera and begin to speak.
| Andrew Watts |
"SCW… SCW… SCW… Did you miss me? That is nice, I didn’t miss you… I hope you enjoyed watching Misty and myself literally rip apart Mikah… sorry Miks… and Adam Stone last week, talk about a washed up idiot trying to return right? What a failure that was, literally… oh well, at least he tried right? Now this week, we are set for round two… another idiot, JT Midas, and his girlfriend, or boyfriend, or something… Mercedes Vargas. They somehow made it out of the first round when JT didn’t want to touch Caleb, which is surprising considering he is all about touching Caleb… just in different ways I guess. Oh well, what can you do? So these two low lifes are the next road block on my way to becoming the SCW Heavyweight Champion… lucky for me this is a road block that I can just… slide right through, in other words… easy.”
I smirk as I continue walking, my eyes still focused on the camera as he walks in a weird manner, trying to keep the camera angled up at me… trying to make sure I look right and while doing so, he looks like a complete idiot. Oh well, at least I look good, right? Right. I take a short breath as I start on one of my opponents… the old lady.
| Andrew Watts |
"Mercedes Vargas, wow what an honor this one is going to be… talk about someone who has been in Sin City Wrestling for quite some time, and has really made a name for herself as well. Spanish Fly... Latina Heat... Mercy V... and who can forget, The Argentine Assassin! Mercedes is one of the most well known names not only in SCW but around the wrestling world as well… one of the best women to ever come out of Argentina, wrestling wise. Shit, maybe one of the best period to come out of Argentina when it comes to wrestling. The women in Argentina aren’t usually known well for wrestling, which is the surprise here. No, they are well known for many other things however, such as: they're known for cooking, and being damn good at it, they're known for breeding babies that are amazing at soccer, or futbol, they're known for sucking a mean dick, as well as individual prostitution... which is actually legal in Argentina. But, being known for wrestling? That one is different... not don't get me wrong Mercedes, I am very sure that you have done everything on that list I just mentioned as well, but you can also wrestle... talk about the total Argentine package alright."
I seen a backstage worker walking my way, she was pretty damn cute too, so I winked at the average height, decent looking brunette who walked by me. Before she could answer or anything I just kept on walking, the camera crew following me as I left her confused, I looked in a nearby mirror, that was ahead of me. I spotted her in it, she shook her head and continued to walk in the direction opposite of me. I shook my head, smirking with confidence.
| Andrew Watts |
"Mercedes Vargas everybody, the SCW Bombshel Roulette Champion. Congratulations by the way, I have no clue if it is newly won, or if you have had it for a while... because honestly, I don't really pay attention to a lot of things around here, but either way... congrats, holding a Championship in a promotion with so many other Women, it's just impressive. I mean there is the whole Bombshell roster, which is a solid amount of Women. Then there is also those like JT Midas, Caleb Houston, Gabriel Asar, Bruce Evans, and a few others that I am too lazy to name... add those Women to the huge list of Women already in Sin City Wrestling, and you really have some competition. Speaking of, I was confused about why JT and you are our opponents this week, I get that it is an intergender tag team match, but I just always thought intergender meant two guys, two girls... I guess they ran out of guys when they were making your team so they just you know, threw two females together. That is the only logical explanation here, well, unless you have a dick that I apparently don't know about, Mercedes, then it would make some more sense. But, otherwise, it still sort of confuses me, but I guess the advantage goes to me and Misty here then… since our team consists of a male superstar, while yours… not so much."
I stop walking for a second, taking a break... I was starting to build up a sweat, then again I have been walking for a good 10 minutes now... just walking and going nowhere, the best type of walking if you ask me. I placed my hands at my hips, looking into the camera ahead of me, hoping it was the one on air, and that the one on the side of me isn't the one that I should be looking at.
| Andrew Watts |
"You've got accomplishments Mercedes, something that is quite hard to do... shit, I have seen people beg, pray, wish, and dream for some of the things yo have done. I am being serious too, I see Twitter posts all the damn time of some loser idiot talking about how bad they wish they could be at the top of the promotion, or just hold a low card fucking Championship, or just actuall have someone know who the hell they fucking are, anything. But it seems like you are pretty beyond that point now doesn't it? Let me see if I can remember a few of the things that I read about you Mercedes, lets see, well you have done a shitload in other promotions, but who cares about those places right now right? I mean, this is SCW, and right now... that's what matters, and honestly? You've done quite a bit here too, haven't you? Longest singles unpinned and unsubmitted streak in SCW history, second Bombshell in SCW history to hold the Bombshell Roulette Championship not once, but twice, Second Bombshell to hold the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship for over 100 days, which isn't really that long, but not horrible, First Bombshell to become a four-time Bombshell Roulette Champion... do you see a pattern here? You seem to always be around the Roulette Championship, Mercedes. Seems you never could be good enough to take that top title now could you? And don't give me the whole, Delia is my partner, blah, blah, blah... bullshit. Because we all know the real reason, you're like the rest of them, you pick off all of the little ones while the top dog takes care of the ones that you wouldn't stand a chance again. Am I right Mercedes? Don't answer that, because I already know I am. Your accomplishments don't impress me, you have been here forever, and you have a shit ton... but I mean, that is just expected right? Lets be honest, you are like 40 years old already aren't you? I'd hope by now that you'd have some damn accomplishments... you should add retirement and maybe senior citenzship to the list of accomplishments pretty soon... you're almost there."
I begin to walk again, not really paying attention to either camera, letting out a short breath and a small burp… that likely wasn’t heard by either camera. I continue to walk, my attention in front of me, but not on the cameras, as I continue to speak.
| Andrew Watts |
"One thing that I will definitely admit about you Mercedes, is... well, first off you just have a pretty bad ass name. Mercedes Vargas. It's like you're a fucking bad ass German car that high class as fuck people drive, obviously that being the Mercedes... and then there is the Vargas, which... I don't know, I guess that just sort of sounds like a bat shit crazy drug dealer who snorts too much of his cocaine. You combine those two and you have quite the combination, a fucked up drug dealer driving a fancy ass car... how long until you crash and burn Mercedes? What will fade first? The high that you have... or you... I think we all know the answer to that one. You've had your high for quite a while here in SCW. You've accomplished a shit load and you have been on that high horse for years. But guess what Mercedes, rumor has it... that fucking horse needs new knees, a back replacement, and is starting to go blind... so either you'll be falling to the ground with that horse, or someone is going to knock you straight off of that horse... and something tells me that someone is going to be Misty... and of course, myself."
I finally notice a table a few feet ahead of me, full of Deer Park water bottles. Not my favorite brand but at this point I would even drink tap water from Mexico. I snatched a bottle, nodding at the worker behind the table who was passing the bottles out to everyone else. I unscrewed the white cap, bringing the bottle to my lips and quickly drinking a good quarter of the bottle. I exhaled, feeling refreshed as I recapped the bottle and continued to walk to destination unknown, with the camera crew continuing to follow.
| Andrew Watts |
"So what have we come up with for you here Mercedes? You have a cool name, you honestly kind of sound... and look like a hooker. You have won Championships multiple times which ALSO means that you have lost those Championships just as many times, considering the fact that you had to win them again... seems you win about just as much as you lose, who wants to do that? I prefer being undefeated like I currently am, it's much more fun than the whole win one, lose one thing that you have going on. But that also works in my favor considering you won your last match, so it would make complete sense in your little pattern that you have going on if you lost your next one, right? Well I have great news for you Vargas, the pattern will surely continue, you can count on that. Whether it is Misty taking you down, hitting you with the Dream Crusher, or The Queen's Punishment, whichever she prefers... or whether it is JT Midas' poor bastard self getting stuck in the ring with me... regardless, you can mark this one down as a loss on your already damaged record. I'll see you Sunday, Mercedes... we'll be sure to eliminate you quick, so you can run along and do what you seem to best, and lose the Bombshell Roulette Championship to someone... again."
I chuckle, throwing out a half smile... not really sure if either camera can see me as I have kind of gotten ahead of both cameras at this point, including the one that was in front of me earlier... oh well, at least they could still hear me right? Well, and somewhat see me... just from behind, or the side, or something.
| Andrew Watts |
"So now this brings me to the other Bombshell we will be facing in this match… well, he isn’t exactly qualified as a Bombshell, but I think it has been made pretty damn clear to everyone that he is definitely a Bombshell alright. The fans, the other superstars in the back, the staff, and even the damn Bombshells all know it, I am pretty certain that he knows it as well… oh, and his “partner” Caleb Houston, well he knows it better than ANYBODY does. I have been watching these two clowns for years now, literally… and you’d think for two guys who have been around for so long, teaming up for so long, and talking themselves up so much, and for so long… you’d think that they would have actually accomplished something by now, or at least made a name for themselves other than “idiots”, “clowns”, “no-lifes”, and all of the other good stuff that I have heard people call them backstage, and just in general. These two seem to just never improve, sometimes I wonder if they’d be better off without one another, but then again… they aren’t even good together, how the hell would they manage without being handcuffed to each other’s cocks? I guess there are just some people that can not be fixed… and you JT Midas… you are one of those kinds of people."
I stop, squeezing the water bottle in my right hand, a look of confidence crosses my face as I turn and look straight into the camera, my eyes looking deep, almost as if I was staring my opponents in the face, rather than looking into a camera lens. Hopefully they were watching, and if they were... they'd definitely see the confidence in my eyes, and know the trouble they are about to be in come Sunday at Climax Control.
| Andrew Watts |
"Now for some reason JT Midas and Caleb Houston, aka the Dick Lick Clique... or, what is their other name? Playas Club or some shit? Anyways, somehow... and I really am not sure why because it is very bad for business and for the image of the Titles, but... these two morons are the SCW Tag Team Champions, why? I don't know... how? I'm not sure... make sense? None, at all... but I guess we will have to wait until their episode of Mythbusters comes out in order for us to truly understand just what the hell the authority here in SCW was thinking by giving these two piece of shit idiots a shot at the already fading Tag Team Championships, talk about killing the image of a Title that was already fading pretty bad... I doubt anyone wants to touch those things now, I sure as hell know I don't... and from what I've seen, no other superstar on this roster wants anything to do with them either. What I really don’t get is the fact that Caleb and JT went at it with that Giani guy and his partner just the week before their Title shot in a tag team match, and well… The Dick Lick Clique got absolutely DESTROYED, and then the next event they find themselves facing the Tag Team Champions? Call me crazy, but that doesn’t exactly sound like the right call, but… what do I know, I’ve just been in and around this business for a good decade or so. Oh well, I guess it is just one of those things that will never make sense… or maybe it is just one of those situations where authority feels so bad for the two horrible so called talents, that they give them a little Championship run, just to boost their confidence, and make them think they actually mean something… yeah, that one has got to be it, it’s the only logical explanation… literally."
I stare deep into the cameras for a few seconds, not saying a word as I look through the lens yet again. Not moving, no emotion on my face. After a few seconds I finally wink at the camera, smirking as I continue on a bit more.
| Andrew Watts |
"Speaking of the Clique of Licking Dicks... last week they found themselves with a horrible draw... not only did JT get stuck with Granny Vargas, and Caleb get stuck with the immature Roxi "I Wish I Was A Cartoon Superhero" Johnson... but they also got drawn to face each other in the first round of the Blast from the Past tournament, ha! Talk about shit luck right? When people say the phrase, "it sucks to suck", that is exactly what they are talking about, it's literally the fucking definition. What was really funny though was the fact that the two boyfriends, umm... excuse me, I mean the two "partners" are so in love with each other, that they legit didn't even go at it with each other in the ring. It was quite sad actually, I mean... when your job is to face ANYONE and EVERYONE that is put into the ring with you, you don't let some stupid fling you have with the other person get in the way. If I was dating a girl, and they booked me to face her, you are damn right I would take her down... it wouldn't be out of pleasure, and I may not enjoy it... but I would only lay down for her in the bedroom, not the ring. Seems that JT and Caleb lay down for each other in the bedroom, AND in the ring... but really you two, you should honestly keep it to yourselves, nobody cares about you and how you are each other's bae, and whatever... I think I speak on behalf of the SCW roster when I say, go blow each other elsewhere, please."
I begin to walk again, the two cameras begin to follow me. I still have the smirk on my face, hopefully I wasn’t getting too inappropriate here, but… then again, I didn’t really give a fuck if I was or not. I nod my head to myself, as I continue to bash on anything and everything that I could possibly think of that involved JT and the DLC.
| Andrew Watts |
"Anyways, I am sure that JT is getting riled up, pissed off, angry because I keep bringing up his lover... so don't worry JT, I will just stick to you from here on out, or try to at least. I have noticed that you have been mentioning me in Tweets non stop all week, I've seen it on my phone a few times, and Misty mentioned it to me as well, I find it quite cute.... while I am getting prepared, training, in the gym, doing whatever I can to better myself for this match... you are sitting on your ass, in front of a laptop, jerking off to nudes of Caleb, and sending out these "threatening" Tweets to me, talking shit to Misty, and just wasting your day and probably fucking up your vision pretty good too. Side note, what's the deal with messing with Misty on Twitter? The poor girl has Amnesia, don't be salty because you tried to get in her pants pre-Amnesia and she woudn't give it... and by the way, I highly doubt anyone would want anything that has been inside of Caleb anyways... so I think you are shit out of luck there. I guess some people just train differently for their matches nowadays... me, I stick to the old fashion way: gym, tape, healthy diet, good sleep, and all of that fun stuff. You? I guess you just try to sit there and Tweet me, thinking I actually read them or give a fuck, and that it might get in my head... sorry to burst your bubble here, but the reason I am not replying to your Tweets, isn't because I am ignoring you... it's because you're a nobody to me and I don't even read them. I hope you don't take that too hard, then again... you are the one who does like to take it "too hard" so... I guess either way you take that, you'll enjoy it."
I take a deep breath, pausing for a second, before getting right back at it...
| Andrew Watts |
"Now I am going to stop using the phrase take it, because I don’t want JT thinking anything about me and those words when we step into the ring together, God knows what might go through his mind, what he might try… he might have me set up for a German suplex, and next thing I know he is attempting to give me the German Bratwurst if you know what I’m saying… nah, JT, I don’t fly that way, I don’t even think about it… so you better not think about it either, if you know what is good for you. Now I have no problem with your sexual orientation, I respect it, you chose it, or you were born that way, or whatever… but it is none of my business what you put in your butt and I will try my best not to make you feel down about it. Women are a beautiful thing, but not everyone can think so, and like I said… I am totally okay with that, plus… more women for me, you dig? I dig."
I smirk at the camera to the left of me, nodding my head as I stare at it, still walking. After a few more steps I come to a stop, turning around as both cameras face me, not really sure which one to look at so I sort of just stare ahead, not really focused on either one. A look of confidence in my eyes, a straight face, no smirk, no emotion, nothing. I stare for a few seconds and then finally begin to speak… probably round things up too, finally.
| Andrew Watts |
"So as far as the Blast from the Past tournament goes, we are into the second round… congrats to Misty for taking us there, I played my part, but she really stepped up and showed me that I could trust her when she took down Mikah, and did it with fucking style too… oh and congrats to DP Midas and … sorry, I meant JT… JT Midas and Mercedes Vargas, congrats to the two of you for making it to the second round as well. The only bad part about it for you two is that you drew against Misty and myself, which really sucks because that means that your run in the tournament ends here… and sadly no matter what you try, no matter how hard you train on Twitter, no matter who’s ass you try to kiss… it just, ends here, and that is the fact that you will face to face. Mercedes, Misty has kicked your ass a numerous amount of times, and JT… I honestly have been waiting to just bash your face in since the fucking day I saw that you were on contract here, and now that day finally comes. I wish I could beat Caleb down just as bad, so I guess I will have to kick your ass so hard that he feels it too, and he will. Misty was the star of the show last week, she shined and picked up the win for us… but this round… this week… guess what JT? You’re about to be just… another… Highlight, are you ready?"
I crack a smile at the camera, shrugging a shoulder as I nod at the camera guy holding the one camera and he gets my signal. He hits a button as the red REC light stops flashing, and goes to a solid “off” position. I nod my head, I think that was fun, hopefully JT and Mercedes aren’t crying their eyes out… and if they are, well… JT has Caleb to hold him while he cries, and Mercedes can just go on YouTube and listen to “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina” or something, I am sure that would make her feel better. As for me? I feel great… these pain pills were really fucking kicking in, and I wasn’t feeling any pain, no sharp pains, no tightness, no stiffness… nothing. But there was one thing I could feel, and that was the SCW Heavyweight Championship… in my hands, and around my waist… it was coming, sooner than anyone would know. But the one important part is that… I know… I fucking know.
Climax.
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