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"Hello ladies, gentlemen, and undecided! Did you miss me? I hope I didn't come at a bad time, but then again, when you're Jamie Dean, it's never a bad time to... well you get the message! I hope you're ready for another wild ride in the Life and Times of the Sausage King as we bring to you another scintillating episode of "As the Loins Quiver!"
Nagasaki, Japan - 04/24
Don't tell Ben Jordan this, but Jamie didn't travel back to the hotel after their mutual visit to the Kokuritsu Hospital following the attack on their persons at the hands of the Monstimals, the husband/husband tandem of Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson.
A simple interview to celebrate their victory at Blaze of Glory V, and addressing the two men who they beat to win the vacant World Tag titles. That's all they wanted, but got more than they bargained for when the same two men, Raab and Samuel, made their way out to the ring and attacked the champs without mercy. While Jamie got it bad from Samuel with a steel chair shot to the skull, Ben got it much worse with Raab's baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire -- wrapped upside the Cockney King's head! Jamie had been busted open from the chair shot but Ben's head had been lacerated liberally from the barbed wire and was thus bleeding freely to the point he almost had to have stitches.
Neither Ben nor Jamie had been allowed to remain at the show. Christian Underwood had both taken to the hospital from the moment they were brought back to the backstage hall. He was taking no chances with potential trauma to the heads of his wrestlers.
Still, it was the after effects that had the hospital staff most concerned. Jamie remained for five hours at the hospital, being examined and even having a cat-scan, before he was ultimately released. Amy Marshall, his first true friend made in this rough ands tumble world of pro wrestling, and who coincidentally made her own return that same night, wanted to pick him up and take Jamie back to the hotel where he could recover and she could ensure he would be alright.
Like we said, don't tell Ben but Jamie didn't leave.
Jamie sat in the chair in the hospital's waiting room, tucked away in a corner with an ice pack on his throbbing head as he waited for the pain killers the nurse gave him while Amy paid a visit to the pharmacy for him, to start to work their magic. A handful of people, also waiting in the room along with him, obviously recognized him as he could feel them constantly stealing glances his way, but kept their distance as they knew he wasn't in a good state.
There had even been a rather foolish reporter who tried to coerce Mister Dean into a word for the camera that was practically shoved in his face. That ended rather abruptly when Amy returned from having Jamie's prescription filled and took offense to her buddy being harassed when what he obviously needed was to be left the f##k alone! ("Her words, not mine! But I love her anyway!") Seeing that scrawny guy get his bony butt skipped across the pavement was something that should have been youtubed!
"Yeah? See that hot piece of tail sitting in that chair there? No, not Amy! Me! Yeah, I didn't go back to the hotel like Ben was telling everyone to do who was concerned about him. Amy tried to get me to, but I figured with this headache going on, I'd be as comfortable in that chair as I would be in the hotel. Either way, I wasn't sleeping. Not just because I didn't think I'd be able to with the way my head was feeling, meds or not. It was because Ben was still lying in there somewhere, not getting released, and I wasn't going anywhere until he was able to."
"Sorry, but I have few enough friends as it stands but I do know that's one thing friends do for each other."
"I tried to go to his room to check on him but the staff wouldn't let me. They said they wanted Ben to rest, which was fine. That I understand, but I complained to Amy and she pointed out, ICU or not, this was Japan, not America. Different rules and all and while Ben was under close observation, it was family only. Hearing that, I came THIS CLOSE to telling them I was his husband."
"I didn't though. Somehow I didn't think Ben would find that very funny."
Fact is, Jamie didn't want Ben to know he had remained all night despite the Brit's adamant objections to anyone feeling the need to do so.
The nurse opened the door to the waiting room carefully, just in case there was anyone inside who was making use of the late hour and the quiet nature of the hospital to catch some much needed sleep. Good thing too because those pills must have had a bit of a kick to them because despite his solemn oath to Amy he'd stay awake, Jamie must have dozed off because at the tap on his arm and the soft words from the nurse caused him quite the start!
"Sir," The nurse said in broken English, as her skill with the language was the best on staff at this late hour. "Your friend is being released."
Blinking away the sleep and the effects of the medicine, Jamie took a moment to remember what happened and why he was here, but the subtle throbbing in the recesses of his skull served as an unpleasant reminder.
"Hey, reminds me of the time I was dating a guy named John when I first came out! Big dude! Muscular and used to getting what he wanted -- if you get my meaning. He called, wanted to come over and get his freak on. I wasn't in the best of moods at the time so I tried the line used by women the world over: 'I have a headache.' What does John do?"
"Smart ass bastard shows up at my door with a bottle of Tylenol!"
"Thank you." Jamie nodded as he slowly stood up. He turned and looked outside of the window and saw that the sky was just starting to brighten into the dawn. Damn! He hadn't realized he and Ben would have both been there this long!
"Would ... you like see him?" The nurse asked, and in his state, Jamie barely understood.
"No, thank you." Jamie shook his head. "Keep my staying here just between us."
Jamie started to head for the receptionist, the better to ask for some assistance in calling a taxi, but took a fast detour towards the vending machines to get something to drink and maybe a bite. Given the circumstances, it was the best he could do, and breakfast WAS the most important meal of the day. And it looked like it was going to be a long day after all.
The nurse watched him briefly, a look on her face that told the story she did not understand this man's meaning, whether it was the language barrier or simply his actions. The hidden expression on his face told also that there was more happening in that mind than Mister Dean was letting on.
The simple fact of the matter was that Jamie Dean, despite his flamboyant and fun personality, did not have a great many close friends. Only a small handful in his hometown of Pacific Palisades (whom we met in at least one previous occasion) would he call friends, and in wrestling? Far fewer. He could count on one hand the number of friends he had, or trusted, and still have fingers left over to tell the people who pissed him off what he thought of them.
Ben Jordan was one of those few.
"The simple fact is out of the people who are my friends, ninety-nine percent of them are in the gay lifestyle. That other one percent? That one is Ben Jordan."
"It's not an easy thing for me, to make friends. Never has been. And despite the stereotype, I always thought I got along better with straight people than men and women in my own lifestyle. A lot of people that I know get all pissy about that for some reason, like they think I'm betraying 'the gays' or something for preferring the company of 'breeders' most of the time. But let's face one hard, cold fact that might explain why sometimes I feel this way."
"Gay people can be real bitches."
"Don't get me wrong, there are some doozies where straight folk are concerned, but when the chips are down, you'll never find a bigger bitch than a gay man. The lesbians are great, cool even! And don't get me wrong. I know some men who are gay and sweethearts, but sometimes I meet or hear about some that just annoy the hell out of me. And those gay rights activists? hey I'm all for equal rights but some of those folks are fucking nuts!"
"They'll make an issue out of absolutely anything! Remember the Patrick Swayze/Wesley Snipes flick, 'Too Wong Foo'? Yeah. Gay activists protested that gay actors weren't cast in the lead roles. They did the same for the movie 'Adventures of Priscilla'. Out of all the issues in the gay lifestyle that needed addressing at the time, the choice of actors cast in a movie? Yeah. Kind of pales by comparison."
"And working at AKBAR and other nightclub settings gives me a first hand look at how some gays act, especially those kids! I've seen some nice men and women try to start conversations, just to be sociable, and they get cut off, rather rudely most of the time. Makes me wonder what these men and women see in themselves where someone wanting to chat automatically equals wanting to get into your pants."
"I'm probably shooting myself in the ass as far as my community goes, but I'm just trying to explain how little I tend to know about friendships. And where straight guys are considered? That just complicates matters. Very few straight guys can look a gay guy in the eye and call him a heartfelt friend or buddy. At least the ones that I met. Ben Jordan is one of those few who is as comfortable shaking my hand as he is giving me a hug. He's just that kind of guy, and maybe that's the reason why I'm starting to feel all 'momma hen' where he's concerned."
"When I realized how hurt he was, I was angry. When I saw him and how gingerly he was moving around after that attack by Raab, I was PISSED OFF! But maybe that's also where I started to feel a little annoyed, and I guess hurt where someone else was concerned."
"Seriously?" The familiar voice of Justin Halliwell, Jamie's erstwhile friend with benefits stated from the screen of his phone, ala the miracle of Skype. "She asked about that Ben guy but ignored you?"
Jamie was laying back on the comfortable bed in his room at the Hotel Sunroute in Hiroshima. The room was small, smaller than perhaps what many of the other Superstars and Bombshells might be accustomed to, but that was simply Jamie's nature and preference. The room had soft lightning that accented the walls that were a soft cream color, almost tinged with a slight hint of pink. There was a small, oval table looking out over the window with a single chair. The bed was the main comfort of the room, one in which Jamie was only too happy to indulge in.
After the attack, the SCW management eased up on the personal appearances of the Tag Team Champions to showcase the promotion and hype the tour, so Jamie had taken this opportunity to rest and relax as much as he was able.
And he was coming close to regretting that. All that was on television was Japanese anime and those morbidly violent game shows, and Jamie was a fan of neither. Plus the fact the doctor that treated him insisted 'no booze' so long as he was suffering the after effects of the concussion and still taking the meds given.
So he did what he would usually do; call Justin on Skype. Due to the time difference, it just so happened he lucked out and caught his friend before he had to leave for his job; bartending at AKBAR in Los Angeles.
Justin's handsome face frowned as he stared from his apartment on the other end of this video chat, and he asked, "Does she know you?"
"Not really, no." Jamie shook his head. "Which is why I can't really fault her, I guess."
"But she's friends with that Ben guy." That was more a statement than a question.
Jamie answered, "There are plenty of rumors that the two are more than just friends... but yeah." He nodded, leaning back against the headboard. "They're friends."
"And Ben is your friend?"
Jamie smiled and nodded, having felt no need to answer with words.
"So what the hell was her problem?" Justin shook his head. "She offers to pick him up at the hospital and take him back to her hotel. What was she going to do? Just leave you at the hospital to fend for yourself?"
"No idea." Jamie sighed. "Like I said, I'm really starting to understand what being a third wheel feels like. I mean, on one hand I can't exactly fault her because she doesn't really know me. We've never talked or hung out..."
"Bullshit." Justin barked in objection. "From what I gather she's supposed to be a Girl Scout in that business! Strangers don't have to know someone to help them! She could have at LEAST offered you a ride from the hospital."
"You'd think." Jamie folded his arms across his chest. "But no."
"And you?" Justin questioned. "How are you doing? How are you feeling?"
"Bored shitless." Jamie answered, only partially in jest. He glanced out of the window and saw the city lights of Hiroshima in the night sky. The time on the bedside clock read that it was just past 5am. Justin arched an eyebrow and Jamie chuckled. That man could do more with that one eyebrow than most guys could probably accomplish with their hands.
"I'm fine." Jamie finally answered, and to the expression of disbelief on Justin's face, Jamie furthered himself, stressing, "I'm serious. I mean, I'm still getting headaches now and then, but god! It's nothing I can't handle."
"Yeah, but you're getting into the ring with that lunatic that did that to you and Ben!" Justin stated with obvious concern, and a funny but warm feeling spread in Jamie's stomach and chest. "What the hell is going to happen to you?"
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence." Jamie said with a trace of sarcasm biting into his words. "You're sounding like I can't handle myself."
"Oh you can handle yourself in a wrestling match just fine." Justin reiterated. "But I just don't think that masked freak is going to be interested in doing much wrestling."
To that, Jamie had no response. It was a realization that he had himself, and one that he and Ben had discussed behind closed doors. What Ben didn't know was that Jamie had been the one to ask for this match, against Raab and not Samuel, because Raab was the one who had did such damage to his friend. And the one that Jamie intended to get a pound of flesh back for just that reason.
"Hey." Justin cut off his thoughts and drew his attention back to the screen. "I have to get going. Just take care of yourself, alright? And if you need to talk, or phone sex, whatever..." Jamie waggled his eyebrows at that suggestion. "You know you can call me."
"I know." Jamie smiled. "Thanks. Gonna watch the match?"
Justin sighed. "Don't I always?"
"Yes he does, because that's what friends (and sometimes more), do for one another. That, and they kick the asses of the bastards that hurt someone you care about."
"Do I care about Ben? Fuck yes! He's my friend! I have few enough as it is, I'm not about to go and let some jacked up candy ass PUSSY go and turn my friend's head into ground beef with a baseball wrapped with god damned BARBED WIRE!"
"I mean, is that how it is, Raab? Have your balls not yet dropped? Is that why you and that pussy whipped ape you call a husband or boyfriend or whatever the hell he's supposed to be, had to go and do what you did to Ben and me? Oh you might have stated you wanted to deliver a message or something, but the fact is that when you attacked us like that, all you did was show you're scared of us. You didn't think Ben and I had much of a chance against you, being it was our first match as a team, and my first match back after a two year leave! But we put you down for the count and now all you want to do is put us down -- period!"
"I guess we did more damage to your psyche than either one of you would care to admit. You didn't think we had much of a chance and we showed we were the better men, the better athletes, and the better team! That's why we are the champions, and all you got out of that night was Sammy Boy deep throating you with a hearty 'Yaaarp!' Small consolation I guess, and I mean that in every sense of the word that hurts."
"You think of yourself as a monster Raab, a man that loves to fight and do damage to others. Well you proved you were a monster, true, by doing what you did to Ben and myself, but dangerous? That you proved you were anything but! With that barbed wire baseball bat, you're dangerous. With Sammy backing you up, you're dangerous. But take away any illegal objects and that Backdoor Bandit Boyfriend, and all you are is some masked idiot who's about to get my boot up your ass - and not in the fun way!"
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