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« on: April 19, 2019, 06:49:16 PM »
“Well, what a fine fucking position I have stumbled upon.”
It the sound of the harsh Australian accent that had brought the scene to life. As once more Kale was seen sitting by himself in the middle of a blacked-out room. People had often asked him why he cut his promotional videos like this? Why didn’t he opt for a more dramatic display, or creative flare that would draw the audience’s eye? Yet, Kale had remained the same since returning to Sin City Wrestling. Sure, to some just a man, sitting in his wrestling attire of a three-legged stool was boring, but to him there was something claiming about the simplicity of it all. Kale didn’t have to fight the background, he didn’t have to stand out amongst the bells and whistles like other paraded in their videos. It was simple just him, speaking freely to his fans.
“At least that is what they will say about me, I have no doubt about it. They will call it a stumble… the journey that Brittany and I have pathed in this Blast from the Past a fluke. They will call it a river of pure luck, for a team with a spoilt brat, who claims she is the princess of wrestling and the reconstructed man of a like myself to come together and make it this far, when everyone doubted that we would even make a run for it at the sound of the starters gun… and yet here we are, at the semi-finals… potentially one match away from being at the grand stage of them all, the grand final!”
Kale adjusted his large brown leather vest, that sat proudly over a long-sleeved black shirt that was unbuttoned three buttons down to expose the top of his muscular chest. Around his neck three necklaces were draped, one of gold, one of silver and one of brown leather. His hands came together to rest on his knee the camera picking up an array of rubber bracelets around his wrists supporting different charities, reminding the crowd that even though his appearance was animalistic there was still a soft teddy bear inside the rough exterior.
“No one believed that Brittany and I could work so well together as a team and regardless of us not seen together outside of the events, let it be known that you only see what we allow you to see. You see, regardless of what others say about my tag team partner, the way that people flock together to tear her down on social media, like soldiers welding swords… Britt is just a young lady, who is trying to find her way in this world, sure she pops off at the mouth before she thinks, at times she cashes physical cheques and banks them up and mile deep with people who wish to knock her out…”
A smirk crossed his face, Kale wasn’t blind he knew why people wanted to belittle his tag team partner, he knew why countless people hated her and yet unlike the rest of the world he wasn’t willing to write her off. Brittany had done nothing wrong by him and in his books that made her an alright person. Kale ran his fingers through his long-tussled mess that he called hair, finally pushing it out of his face to show off the thick black rings around his eyes. It was as if he hadn’t slept for days that would also support the extra groan in his tone when he spoke, his voice was raspy like had had just returned from a rock concert and yet the empty look in his eyes said it all, there was no joy behind them. Not this week, not this time.
“And yet, here she is still standing tall… still taking on some of the hardest women wrestlers to beat in this company and she is making it look like clockwork. Regardless of what people make of her on Twitter I know that Brittany is putting her heart and soul into the Blast from the Past… she is willing to do what is needed, because yes she gets handed a lot on a silver platter thanks to her parents… but still she works hard for what she wants and what she believes in and what she believes in… is that one day, people like Effie, Ty, Christian Underwood, Mark Ward will have to swallow their words after they speak her name… when she is crowned the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.”
A smile crossed his face at the thought of that. It wasn’t that Kale had any issues with people having issues with his tag team partner, he just liked to give credit when credit was due and thus far in the Blast from the Past his partner Brittany was holding up her end of the bargain.
“As for me, I would love nothing more than to prove the words of Joshua Acquin and Blade Alexander and well to be honest Joshua didn’t have a lot to say about me and well to me that speaks volumes that he thought so little of me and my return that he would just cast it to the side to focus his attention on Effie, his own tag team partner… sure she is a lippy one, but mate… she deserved better than you and now I hope you’re getting your just desserts in the underground. I would like to say that his silence about me, hasn’t haunted me but, that would make me a lair. You see Joshua couldn’t be fucked to utter my name for his lips and to me, and in this sport in this career we have chosen. I find it damn near fucking disrespectful, so I carry it with me… I always will because I don’t forget when someone spits on my name and even though his lips never parted to speak of me, his lack of respect was heard with echoes.”
Kale moved forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving the camera as he spoke. He knew better to speak of the past, but like all good stories this was a chapter that needed to be rehashed.
“As for Blade, he chose words of flattery when he came towards me. I believe he even called me McSteamy?”
The what the fuck look on his face said it all as Kale’s right eyebrow arched, he knew nothing of that horrible TV show, but he knew it wasn’t a nickname he would like to harbour.
“I’m not the one for cute nicknames, nor am I the type to use what the good lord gave me to enhance any favours and yet… when I faced you Blade you spoke about how I belong here and that how I was fitting in, you spoke about how when I stepped inside that six-sided ring you were going to educate me and teach me a thing or two about being in the ropes so that one day I could be the best that I could be… you spoke such words as if it was like meeting you in the middle of the ring was going to unlock my destiny and send me on a winning path, like you were going to be the kick start to my glorious reign here in Sin City Wrestling… you painted yourself the hero, the educator, the prophet and yet when it all boiled down to it, between the lines it was as if you wanted to take credit for something… it was as if you wanted to stand back after I made you tap out, so you could clap yourself on the back and tell the world that you had a hand in building me up. Let’s get once thing crystal fucking clear… I built who I am today, I alone will be the man that I will become inside this six-sided ring, in this company and I alone will take credit. You don’t get to play creator, when you can barely keep your own head above water.”
The tone in Kale’s voice was one of pride, he wasn’t going to let Blade’s words from his last match fall on death ears, he needed to respond. It would be weak of him to allow another man to think that he was the reason for putting him on the path to success, especially after the three gruelling fucking years of work he had put in to get back to where he was today. Kale wasn’t going to stand back and let some cocky fucking veteran think for a single second that he had laid a brick in the house that Kale was slowly starting to build. For Kale had laid that brick with his own bare hands, he had put in the work, the blood, sweat and tears and he wasn’t going to let some smug prick take that away from him.
“So, in this story of Kale, the past can only lead to the future and what I have before me this Sunday night in Manchester, England can only be described as a fucking car crash.”
Kale just sighed, he knew he had his work cut out with him this Sunday night but that didn’t mean he was going to walk into this match unprepared. Although the look on his face said it all, there wasn’t much you could do to prepare for a match with the likes of Senor Vinnie, he was unpredictable and wicked, and those two factors alone put their upcoming match this Sunday night in anyone’s hands.
“Senor Vinnie… that name alone strikes fear to many that walk the halls of Sin City Wrestling, the off tap, unpredictable, twisted fuck that is ready, willing and able to do anything and everything to make sure that everything goes his way. A man that who not only already holds the power of the golden briefcase in his hand, but one that is driven to win it all. A selfish man, who can’t and wouldn’t step aside in this tournament even though he holds a contract that allows him to cash in at any time and take the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship just as easily as taking candy from a fucking baby. Yet, we all know that he knows it, we all know that he gets off on it and yet, we have all called it selfishness when in reality…”
Kale stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts before he continued, he wanted to make sure this came across correctly because this wasn’t the time for muddled words or word muffled with laughter.
“In reality, no matter how sick and twisted Senor Vinnie is, he isn’t selfish nor is he a fool, but he is insecure and uncertain of his cash in will become successful. That’s why he signed up to the Blast from the Past, so he could keep his fingers in all the pies… because when there is a shadow of doubt a man will grasp at anything to try and keep his path on the straight and narrow. It’s smart really, it’s almost artistic how that sick fucker’s mind works… you see if he was to win the Blast from the Past he would in fact have two golden opportunities to capture the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship… and yet, sealing his faith to be entitled to two match ups with the current champion to try to capture what had eluded him so far in his successful Sin City Wrestling career. A win in the tournament would gift him the ace up his sleeve that he would require for if his cash in wasn’t successful and well… when you flip it, when you reverse it… if he was able to win the Blast from the Past he would have the spade of a life time, if his title match he was to fall short… because he would know in the back of his mind that he had one more shot, one more opportunity and that he could cash that in… at… any… time…”
The Aussie took a moment to think about his next words carefully, because no matter how mad of a man his competition this weekend was… he was calculated and could use anything that was said against him as weakness. Kale rolled his head on his shoulders before he sat up straight in his chair, he needed to remain focus and he needed to drive home his next point that was aimed towards Senor Vinnie.
“Pretty fucking smart thinking for a man who poses as such a horrific car crash. I wonder how long did you think you could keep this rouse up of you just being a simple man, with his cactus? You’re no different from the rest of us who step inside the six-sided ring, hungry for what’s to become of our careers, always looking forward to having the weight of gold around our waists… You’re a silent master mind who is willing to have the whole world look at him as if he has two heads, so you can protect what is closest to your heart… the fear of failure… that’s why you stretch yourself across anything and everything to make sure your name is always spoken about in championship circles, and people haven’t caught on to it… but trust me I see you. I see you for what you are, you’re just a thirsty for gold as what Crystal is, and yet… you get celebrated for it while Crystal gets hung out to fucking dry?”
Kale drew his hands together and clapped three times, slowly, painfully slowly as if at snail speed to represent how amused he was with his opponent’s behaviour but the look on his face said it all he wasn’t amused, he wasn’t impressed he was uninspired, flat and couldn’t give one single fuck about Senor Vinnie and his grand fucking plans.
“Such a wise man and yet every time you stepped up to face Fenris for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship you fell short, you crashed like waves into a fucking rocky shore… and you failed… every time you were unsuccessful and that’s eating you up inside to the point that you have pushed everyone away from you. You had a wonderful woman, well one that was nice enough to give you a chance, but you shat on that and for what? All so you could remain in the title picture? All so you could remain relevant and yet, no one charged after you with pitch forks no one hunted you down and ripped you apart, because it was you… Senor Vinnie… the character not of sound mind, the one who was told to be evil by his pet fucking cactus… and people ate that excuse out of the palm of you hand as if you were Jesus, turning water into fucking wine and buttering fucking bread. You might have gotten away with such sins with others, you might have been able to keep people blind, but trust me. I see you for what you are, a sad, pathetic coward… willing to throw everything away just so you can cradle the taste of success in the cup of your hands and yet when you go to drink and wine tastes like soured milk, you put on this act as if you had no control over what you had just done… what you were just responsible for and what you have just lost. Classic defence mechanism for the weak, for the exposed and for those who lost everything they had wished to gain.”
Kale didn’t move his attention from the camera that was filming him, he wanted this message to be seen and heard by his opponent this Sunday night in Manchester England.
“I am a man who has once lost everything… and yet… I am man enough to stand up and take responsibility for that outcome. I have scratched, clawed, bled and rebuilt myself to be the man I am today. I could have taken the easy way out, I could have denied my failures, I could have just pretended like they weren’t my fault or that they didn’t even fucking happen… but I am a man of action. I don’t need to hide behind a fucking cactus, when I make actions that others do not approve of. I’m not a coward, nor am I just another stepping stone on the road to you becoming a two time number one contender because let’s face it… that’s what you have your heart set on becoming, the winner of the Blast from the Past and the golden briefcase holder… it’s what you dream of, it’s what you currently breathe for but let me remind you, this isn’t just your fantasy land… this is reality and come Sunday things are going to become all too real for you once again… because mark me mate, Brittany and I will stop at nothing to make sure that you and Amy don’t get to see the light at the end of the tunnel in Manchester England and the all hallowed grounds F.C United of Manchester will be the final resting place for your Blast from the Past pursuit.”
He took a moment to let those words sink in, yet the look on his face painted a story that only he could tell. Kale was ready for his match on Sunday and he was more than willing to do his part in the tag team match to keep his team on track for the grand finals.
“Soon a silence will creep over your hopes and dreams of becoming the winner of the Blast from the Past, Senor Vinnie… I just hope your man enough to admit defeat… but trust me when Brittany and I win. You will have a moment of weakness and once the bell tolls at the end of the match, the rage will build inside you to lash out… do not hide your actions under the cowardness of a fucking pot plant.”
Kale moved forward in his chair, before he swept a strand of his long messy hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear.
“Do me a favour and look me dead in the fucking eyes, when you childishly snap… for I will welcome your blinded by rage attack, because trust me Vinnie… it has been years since my last brawl and right now I’m starved for violence.”
It was a bold way to end his promotional video, but Kale didn’t care, he wasn’t in the mood this week to mince words. The look on his tired face screamed that he was hurting from the passing of his mother but nevertheless those dark black circles around his eyes didn’t just highlight his sadness and sleepiness… they posed the threat that he was irate and willing to take any sort of punishment he could get. On Sunday night Kale wasn’t just looking for a match… he was rifling for a fight and now he rested that wager in the hands of a man that was known for being sadistic, cold and merciless… a man that would stop at nothing to get to the top, Kale only prayed that Senor Vinnie was blind enough to take the bait. The scene quickly faded on Kale’s worn face before turning into complete darkness.
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Manchester England was a beautiful city and many others thought the same as it had been named the most liveable city multiple times. The cobbled road was still intact with old buildings to have you thinking that you had taken a step though a time portal and now you were living amongst the redcoats as they hurried off to war. It was breathtaking how the 18th century canal system still snaked around the city, but the city housed some of the more modern enjoyments that places have to offer a modern museum of science and industry, with parks decorated with modern art. While bars were no longer just selling ales, but they had moved into infused ciders and exotic spirits.
After a day of walking the streets looking for things to see and do after a sleepless night Kale had found himself stationed inside a tiny bar. The Wetherspoons, the local ale house opened in 1979 and was name after the owners high school teacher, there was something written about it on the brick wall but Kale didn’t care for the history of a teacher back in New Zealand that had no idea what he was doing and how that story bled into the naming of the bar. All he could focus on was the fountains that sprayed up across the street from him. His position over looked the Piccadilly Gardens. He watched as people strolled on by, living their lives as if nothing was wrong with the world and yet his whole life had been turned upside just days ago and there was nothing, he or anyone else could do about it.
He heard the commotion as his best friend Alex Rush ushered himself across the bar to pull up a chair beside him. Alex knew what his friend had been through but, Kale hadn’t said a word on the manner. Honestly, he didn’t have to, the worn look across his face was enough for Alex to know the painfully truth of his rushed and unexpected trip home to Darwin. Alex begged to go with him, but Kale had requested that he stayed back on tour. Truth be told he didn’t want any witnesses to what he was about to walk in on. Alex didn’t press Kale for information, he wasn’t even being his normal chirpy self it wasn’t for his lack of trying, he just hated seeing the look that was on his best friend’s face. It was as if the circus was in town and Kale had been through in front of train, and every turning wheel had grinded him into the tracks as they glided over him.
Reaching across the wooden table Alex just put a fresh drink in front of Kale’s eyes, swapping out the empty glass that he was holding onto forcefully as if his life depending on it and his survival if he was to let go.
“Here you go mate.” Alex said with a smile as he patted his friend on the back. “It’s good for the case of the sleepyies.” He pointed towards Kale’s face.
Kale just forced the right side of his mouth to raise, as if to fake a grin but he didn’t have the strength to hold the smile there for long. He felt like a gutted pig, just waiting for his turn to bleed out in hindsight that would have been a more settling feeling than the emotion that Kale was feeling right now.
“I can’t believe she’s fucking gone.” His words spilled form his lips as if pain was weeping from his breath.
Alex just rested his hand on the back of Kale’s shoulder, he wasn’t sure what the right words are in a moment like this, but he didn’t want his friend feeling as if he was alone. Kale and Alex had a strange bond, one that no one else would understand, they were brothers, a bromance if you will they hid nothing from each other because ultimately Alex needed Kale at times to feel normal to keep his feet on the ground, while Kale needed Alex because without him he wouldn’t be where he was today. Alex was his oldest friend in Sin City Wrestling, and he cherished that every time he saw him. They were just two bros, on a wild ride, sinking piss and chasing tail everywhere they went. Alex was obviously the more success of the two when it came to the ladies but that was a story for another time.
“The last time I saw my mother was seven fucking years ago.” Kale tried to sigh but the lump in his throated prevented any noise from following, just a burning feeling of trapped air. “Seven fucking years ago, she kicked me out… told me to never come back.” His free hand balled up to a fist. “And I took that as fucking gospel and stayed the fuck away from her.” He shook his head. “What a fucking idiot.” His voice raised to a roar.
Kale had forgotten they were in a public place as his slammed his fist down to the table top in front of him, as his voice raised like a lion’s roar.
“So, fucking stupid.” His hand slammed the century old wood.
He turned to look at Alex who had his full attention on his brother, he was still searching for the right words to say but he couldn’t bring them to his lips. Alex had never been in this boat, let alone know how to sail it.
“Did you at least get to see her this time?” Alex asked quietly, making sure he didn’t step over any boundaries.
Kale just shook his head from side to side. “Not when she had breath left to give.” He brought his glass up to his lips. “After the tour, I’m going to find the cu…”
He went to say the word, but he noticed there was a small child now standing in front of him waving, he was wearing a Sammi Marlowe shirt, so he was obviously in town for Climax Control. Kale did his best to bite his tongue, before he waved back at the small lad before he carried off on his way hand in hand with his mother.
“I’m going to find out who did this and trust me, eye for a fucking eye mate.” His voice had at least softened when he spoke this time round. “Accident or not, her blood is on someone’s hands and when I find them… I’ll be the last person they ever lay fucking eyes on.” His words were just above a whisper.
Alex couldn’t help but feel the coldest that was radiating from Kale’s aurora, after all Alex Rush was a spiritual man and he knew that his best friend was hurting however something felt off with his buddy. He had seen Kale be a lot of things, funny, happy, desperate, in love, humble a little mad but he had never witnessed him livid he had never witnessed hate in this man’s eyes as he was the forgiving type. Kale was the friendly giant who welcome everyone with open arms, a smile and a was willing for a fun time but as Alex looked at him, he couldn’t find that man for the life of him. He was somewhere hidden by layers of hate, anger, sadness and grief and that to him was frightening.
Kale didn’t say anything more on the matter and Alex didn’t dare to prod for more information. He knew about the past between Kale and his mother, he knew she had kicked him out of their house seven years a go when he screwed up his multimillion-dollar AFL contract. Kale had brought dishonour and disappointment to his family the way his career in football crashed and burned through his drunken days, it was an open wound the public got to see fester in front of them.
Alex couldn’t exactly blame Mrs Smith for kicking him out at the time, Kale was the essential playboy with the revolving door of women that he brought back to their family home. The same family home that Kale shared with his younger brothers and sisters all six of them to be precise and at the age of nineteen Kale’s life choices were influencing the younger ones around him. Mrs Smith had only hoped that this would be a wake-up call for her son, but it took Kale a while to find his feet and forgiveness and now Alex was sitting beside a man who had just lost his only living parent who he hadn’t seen in years to a tragic car accident. It didn’t take a young Sheldon to recognise the pain and suffering that was yet to come Kale’s way, but all Alex could do was offer a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen with and a bottomless cup to drink from.
The rest of the night was filled with liquor and bad decisions as by the time midnight rolled around, both Kale Smith and Alex Rush were both sitting in the fountains of Piccadilly, freezing their nuts off as they cradled onto half drunken bottles of whiskey. The two were drenched from head to toe but that didn’t stop them from sitting side by side as they watched the water spring up from the ground, only to fall soon after with sound of a splat and a splash. Kale’s head rested on Alex’s shoulder as he mummed along terribly to one of Mister Fire-crotches top hits, while Alex sang on waving as locals and tourists walked on past them eyeballing the spectacle before them.
“Could you please, shut the fuck up?” a voice of a lady was heard by both.
“Oi.” Alex called back “Do you not know who I am?” He thought he was pointing at her, but he wasn’t. “I’m Alex Rush…” He hiccupped.
“Oh, for fuck sake… of course it’s you two.” The voice now sounded familiar.
Stepping out of the shadows London Underground and Dani could be seen walking past the two of them. Any other night Kale would have snapped to attention of Charlotte but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Daniel just took a step forward, knowing all too well the state Kale was in.
“Christ almighty, let’s get this idiot home.” Daniel just shook his head.
It took both Daniel and Os to lift him, but soon enough Kale would in his hotel bed passed out asleep. Would he even make it to Climax control, on Sunday?
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