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Supercard Archives / SHORTY & EVIE BAANG vs FENRIS & COURTNEY PIERCE
« on: May 25, 2018, 10:06:36 PM »
The spot to be is Las Vegas on the weekend of May 25th-28th. Memorial Day Weekend was a time for remembrance of the fallen who fought for freedom, and “Shorty” Devin Tyler was no exception to this. However, he finds himself standing at odds with his tag team partner, who seems a million miles away. After getting her to come clean on a few things, the last thing that Shorty wants to do right now is to go out onto the stage and entertain a bunch of fans when there are serious issues to address.
However, the voice of Justin Decent booms over the speakers as the fans at the expo gather around to cheer and jeer. Of course, the outsider is opening the show with a five minute speech, and he hadn’t prepared a single word.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Please welcome to the stage, one of the participants in the Blast From the Past finals… Coming from Oakland, California, standing at 3 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 165lb, he is… “Shorty” Devin Tyyyyyyylerrrrrr!!!”
“Shorty Bounce” begins playing inside of the crowded hall as even the stars and bombshells participating in the event turn their attention over to the stage. Shorty was used to entertaining the fans inside of a wrestling ring, but this was quite a different field for him. He looks around, trying his best to hide how nervous he is. Seeing Evie out of sorts has filled him with a bit of anger that he latches on to as he walks through the curtains, defying his own internal struggles as he steps out onto the stage. The fans surprise him with a bit of a cheer. He throws his arms up in the air to bring on the hatred as he shouts at them.
“I deserve more than that, you assholes! Come on! Give me more!”
He works the stage as he looks out amongst the stars and bombshells and fans, seeing the tables set up for autographs and photo ops, and he notices that more and more people are gathering in the crowd at the front of the stage. After moving across the stage a few times, he is about to begin when he notices the podium, which is very much too tall for him. With no consideration for his height disadvantage, Shorty is left with no choice but to act out.
After looking around, he walks over to Justin Decent, and almost as if it were planned, he rears his arm back for his signature Dick Punch. Justin waves his hands at Shorty as he hands him his own microphone. Shorty snatches it out of Justin’s hand and gives him a nod that tells him to get the fuck off of “his” stage, and Justin obliges.
“Shorty! Shorty! Shorty! Shorty! Shorty!”
Devin stops himself after taking a deep breath into the microphone. He nods his head as he almost cracks a smile. However, he refuses to let up as he waves them all off.
“Yeah, yeah, will you all shut the fuck up so that I can speak? Damn, no respect…”
The crowd laughs at this, and Devin winks at them. However, he has no intentions of letting them take over another second of his time with their chatter and their praise of him.
“You know, it’s funny that I’m out here getting all of these cheers, because six weeks ago, not a single one of you assholes knew who I was. No one in the back knew me from Adam. The fans laughed because we finally had a ‘midget’ on here that was being put into a serious match. It had comedy gold written all over it… until it didn’t!”
The crowd cheers once more as Devin closes his eyes and uses his free hand to pinch his fingers together to tell them to be quiet.
“You see? I still don’t have the respect that I deserve at this stage of the game. I beat the new upstart who came out of the prestigious gym of Gabriel and Odette Stevens. The man with all of the hopes and dreams of being on this stage right here, right now, talking about the time he bested a ‘midget’. I ended that dream in a motherfucking quick! He had, what? One more match before calling it quits? And that is just as insulting as the looks of pity that you all give me.”
The fans look shocked at this. Shorty pays them no mind as he begins pacing the stage, looming over the microphone as he doesn’t even look at the fans.
“I ended a career, but not in the way that I wanted to. I didn’t prove that I was the dominant superstar in that battle. All I did was give him the stigma of getting beat by a little person. He heard it from all of you assholes, week in, and week out. He couldn’t handle it, and he buckled under the pressure. He lost to Kristopher Ryans and he took off with his tail tucked between his legs. Not only did he insult me by running away, but you all insulted me. You’re insulting me right now by cheering for me just because I look like something off of a TLC television series, when really, you hate me. You look at me like a sideshow attraction, but I’m so much more than that. I am one half of the Blast From the Past winning team, and I am your future World Heavyweight Champion!”
There is a laughter that rolls over the entire crowd. It grows in volume, which causes Shorty to get angry. The production team leader gives Shorty the signal to wrap it up for having gone over his time. He flips him off as he looks out into the crowd.
“So I really am a joke to you, huh? Was I a joke when I took out Jon Dough, the man who is going to win the Roulette Championship back in just a few days? Was I a joke when I took out the giant, Wyatt Peterson? We’ll see what kind of a joke I am when I take on the title of the 2018 Blast From the Past winner, and Evie Baang and I have to make arrangements for custody of the trophy.”
One fan in the crowd stands out above them all as he shouts out and he raises his beer in the air. He turns around slowly as he talks to the fans surrounding him.
“Now THIS is comedy gold, am I right? Imagine him as the World Heavyweight Champion!”
The crowd joins him in cheering. He relishes in his fifteen seconds of glory as the surrounding crowd pats him on the back and laughs with him. Shorty narrows his eyes as he studies the man. However, he doesn’t let it ruin his moment.
“Fenris and Pierce have no idea what is waiting for them in just a few short days at Into the Void, but the disrespect in here gives me the perfect opportunity to show them a little sneak peek of what happens when you sleep on me…”
Devin looks at the podium, and with one swift motion, he knocks it over onto the ground, causing it to bounce a couple times. He drops the microphone to the ground and sends it to Justin Decent. He hops off of the stage, relishing in it all. The crowd cheers once more as Shorty makes his way through the crowd. He comes up to the guy who interrupted him and gives him a high five.
“You got me, brother. You really got me.”
The man laughs and shakes hands with Shorty. He brings him in for a brotherly hug, but Shorty rams his fist right into the crotch of the man. The crowd gasps, as if they didn’t expect him to do that. Security comes in, ready to escort Shorty off of the premises. However, the fan is almost overjoyed to get the Dick Punch, and shakes his head to let them know that it’s okay. Shorty gives him a nudge with his foot as the crowd parts for Devin to make his way over toward his table. There is a pause from the audience as they go silent, and Justin Decent, along with the stage manager, set up the podium once more, allowing Evie to have her moment.
“Introducing next, from Victor Harbour, South Australia, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 121 pounds, she is… Evie Baaaaaaaaaaaang!”
Shorty watches as Evie comes out on stage, as “Anthem of the Year 2000” by Silverchair plays over the speakers. Evie doesn’t get into all of the theatrics as she steps onto the stage. She leans over the microphone as she looks right over to Shorty.
“That is a tough act to follow.”
The crowd gives off a bit of a low chuckle, trying not to upset the firecracker of a little person any further. He nods his head as Evie begins speaking. However, Shorty cannot pay any attention to her as he gets tapped on the shoulder. He turns around, ready to snap at someone, but he sees the General Manager of his home company, Thaddeus AKA Tad Ezra. Shorty shakes his head as he sighs, his eyes returning to Evie.
“What do you want, Tad?”
Tad looks a bit shocked at his greeting, and he pulls an empty chair over to the table. He adjusts his suit jacket and tie as he picks up one of the photos from the stack that Shorty has in front of him, studying it.
“You look so proud in this photograph. Very regal. I could see you standing in the center of the ring with Evie, hands raised up in the air.”
Shorty snorts as he shakes his head.
“Yeah, maybe because you’ve seen it three times already. It isn’t very hard to imagine when it’s already happened.”
Tad listens to Shorty, nodding his head as he waits carefully so not to interrupt him. Once Shorty finishes, Tad smiles.
“The difference would be that giant trophy sitting between you two. If you play your cards right, then I might just become a traveling fortune teller. I could give you the winning lottery numbers if you like…?”
Shorty snaps his head back to Tad, seeing the smile and detecting every last bit of sarcasm dripping from his tongue, and even inventing some that never was there. Shorty shakes his head.
“And with every gain, there is a cost, oh wise-ass one. So why don’t we just cut the bullshit and get to the point. What is the cost of this victory?”
Tad gently fidgets with the Sharpie pen on the table as he tries to think of the best way to describe what is going through his mind right now.
“You have everything that it takes to be a top talent in Northern Lights Wrestling, or any company really. You have charisma that is out of this world. Your wrestling skills are amazing, and I’m only sorry that I didn’t see it sooner. You have a uniqueness to you that is extremely marketable, and I’m lucky to oversee your talent.”
Shorty notices the nervousness coming off of Tad and he simply shakes his head at it. He rubs at his temples, annoyed, as he is trying to focus on Evie to give her the attention that she deserves during her five minutes.
“Cut the shit, Tad. I’m sure this isn’t some friendly visit just to wish me luck. Are you concerned that my head isn’t in the game, because I assure you that it is. Is this about trying to pump me up so that I give Northern Lights Wrestling more ratings? Because I already know that I’m doing that. Whatever it is, just come out and say it. Don’t toy with me.”
Tad stops messing with the Sharpie. The dim lighting over him hides the fact that he’s frustrated quite well. The nervousness is his way of dealing with the frustration. He pauses for a second, trying to think of the most delicate way to say what needs to be said. However, bluntness is the best way for him to go ultimately.
“You are looked at within the company that you keep. You have been making poor choices since day one. You piggybacked onto Kader Hasheem, and the second he got called away from Northern Lights and up to Honor Wrestling, he forgot about you. Now, you are a novelty to the Bad Boys. Nothing more. They are using you for a cheap pop, and once that pop fades, they are going to do to you what they do to everyone else, and they are going to abandon you. The same goes for Evie, but there is nothing that you can…”
Shorty’s nostrils flare this time as he spins in his chair. He looks over to Tad and his fists shake with anger.
“Wrong, wrong, and fucking wrong, Tad! Who came to this very spot in the Gold Coast Casino five weeks ago when I debuted in this tournament. It sure as fuck wasn’t you. It was Kader Hasheem, who is responsible for helping to train me on how to evade strikes from bigger guys. He did not ghost me, just because we don’t get on cameras nonstop. The Bad Boys are not using me. I’m using them, really. And it already got me the golden briefcase. I’m YOUR number one contender, thanks to the Bad Boys. And Evie has been more of a friend to me than anyone ever has. We started off rocky, with hopes of winning this tournament, but since then, we’ve gotten on the same page. We’ve gone out together on the town. We’ve bonded like friends, and for her, that says a shit ton.. So again, why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit and tell me what you came to tell me.”
Tad leans back in his chair, not responding well to Shorty’s hostility. He shakes his head as Shorty belittles his opinion entirely.
“You need to leave the Bad Boys alone. They are destructive. They steamroll over anything and anyone, disregarding all that is precious. You could be so much more than just a little person with a few solid victories. You are above being handed victories and title contracts. I just don’t think that you see it. The Bad Boys will destroy you, and any hope for a career that you might have. To be blunt with you, there is a distinct disadvantage, and as much as I as a millennial would love to sit here and say that everyone should be treated equally and fairly, that just isn’t the case. You are strong, and we’ve seen it throughout this entire tournament. You just need to learn to walk the path alone, build up your strength to a point that no one can deny that you are a force to be reckoned with. Then, and only then, will you not be the butt end of every joke, like that asshole out in the crowd that you punched in the dick.”
Shorty is upset by the simple notion that Tad is trying to dictate who he associates with. The nerve! Shorty stands up from his chair, because he doesn’t want to hear this for another second, and as Tad speaks, he refuses to not say what needs to be said. Devin is suddenly struck with something that Tad says, and he can’t help but lend his ears to Tad. He patiently waits for Tad to finish speaking, and he looks down to the ground.
“You really think you know what it’s like in my shoes, don’t you? You think it’s just as easy as believing in yourself and working hard to make it in this sport. It’s not. I’ve been through the wringer my entire career. I’ve had to claw my way to the bottom of the barrel. I’ve fought ten times as hard to be looked at as equals to men who are ten times less talented than me. That right there is a sad fact. But guess what? I’ve made it. I can make my own choices on who I hang out with, and what my shirt says. I am a Bad Boy, loud and proud. I’ve spent so much time with them, and I’ve heard many stories. So if I can be honest now, nothing that you say means shit to me. You only want me to stop hanging out with them, because of the history that you have with the Bad Boys, and more specifically, Dax. Since you have to be professional now that you are his boss, you can’t stand that I have his attention, even if it’s not the way that you did. So you can take that selfish motive, and you can roll it up in a nice little ball. You can take that ball, and you can smooth it out. Go ahead and put a little lubrication on it. Give it a kiss for good luck, and shove it straight up that tight little ass of yours…”
Shorty speaks every last word of his in a callous manner. He has stopped caring, and at the same time, he doesn’t even give Tad the satisfaction of laughing at him. Stating it as fact is enough to upset Tad to the point of silence. He nods his head and politely excuses himself from the table. In true Bad Boys fashion, he gives Tad a tight slap on his backside as Tad walks away. He takes a deep breath as the roar of the audience makes him look back at the stage. Shorty takes his seat back as he picks up his pen to begin signing autographs.
Evie exits the stage as the crowd parts the way for her. She looks them all up and down until her eyes come to rest on Devin. Once she gets over to the table that has been set up for them, she takes a seat, smoothing out her dress. Unexpectedly, she looks over to Devin and asks the question on her mind.
“What was with that guy? The boss from your other company…”
Shorty shrugs his shoulders, and now that Tad is out of sight, he smiles deviously and chuckles aloud.
“He thought he was going to tell me what to do, and who I can associate with. Unfortunately, when you try to talk down about my friends, you are going to wind up crying.”
Evie gives him a look that asks what he means by that. Instead, he simply shrugs his shoulders. The two had developed a way of communicating without words, and her next silent question asks if she was mentioned in this. He again shrugs his shoulders and sighs as the fans begin coming up to the table in an orderly line. They begin signing pictures and merchandise while reluctantly shaking hands and doing what they are being paid to do as the scene fades out.
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With a big match coming up at Into the Void, training had been almost non-stop since the win over Wyatt Peterson and Amy Marshall. Shorty and Evie had been nearly inseparable. Between the non-stop training, the speed dating event, and the SCW Into the Void Fan Fest, it is a miracle that they had any time apart.
While this has caused them to bond further than even they had expected, they have spent a lot of time exhausting themselves. This was definitely not good for their chances of winning and a day of rest was just what the doctor had ordered. Luckily, Shorty’s new acquaintances lived together in Las Vegas, and their house was nothing short of fricken sweet. They were putting Shorty up over the last nearly two weeks.
The five star treatment was just what he needed. Shorty sits on a lounge chair in a red Speedo that shows off way more than anyone would ever want to see of him. He is spread out under the sun as it beats upon his bronzed. There is a female in a white two piece bikini that is rubbing Shorty down with oil as he sighs in relief.
“I can only imagine how you got this gig, sweet stuff.”
The woman rolls her eyes as she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder to lean over Shorty to get his right shoulder while pressing herself onto his back.
“I thought your signature misogynistic name for women was Sugar Tits…”
Shorty looks over his shoulder and right into her big blue eyes. While she certainly qualifies for such a name, Shorty can't help but sigh and shake his head.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but there is someone who has a special place in my heart, and she will forever be the only Sugar Tits for me.”
The girl seems very disinterested, but her job is to be Shorty’s entertainment during his stay in Las Vegas. She asks the very obvious question.
“So, you have a girl then? That's a shame. But we can still have a good time, right baby?”
Shorty chuckles.
“No, she's not my girl. No thanks. She is a friend, and it started out as a way of trying to get under her skin. We didn't have the best start, but we've gotten really close. It would never go there, so if you are worried about not getting to see a man that is 3 foot 11 that's still hung like a fucking horse, and exactly what he is capable of doing with what God blessed him with, then don't be. I'll still put it in you later…”
The girl sighs, but as her gold digging eyes wander over to his crotch, taking notice of what he's packing, her tune changes slightly. She begins rubbing on his chest and working her way down to his well defined abdomen, but she is distracted by a furry flash of brown and ink flying past her. She gasps and then goes to shield herself as the ever so familiar voice of Dax Beckett echoes over the entire pool area.
“CANNONBAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!”
*Splash!*
Surprisingly, Shorty doesn't mind the splash, but the abrupt shouting causes him to lower his sunglasses and he stares right at the pair of empty shorts floating at the top of the pool. He shakes his head as Dax’s head emerges from the water, and his hair clings to his face. He opens his mouth before sputtering water, gasping for air. Shorty winces and groans.
“Ahhh, man… do you even realize that your pale white hairy ass is blinding the neighbors, you jackass?!”
Dax reaches up and moves his hair out of his face as he blinks a few times, looking for Shorty. However, the next few blinks are for added insult.
“Bruh, where are you? I can't see you. Does somebody got a microscope?”
“Yeah, remember? Its next to your bed, so that you can see what you're doing when you touch yourself at night, shit head…”
Shorty leans back in his chair as he soaks up the sun. He lowers his shades once more as Dax paddles over to the edge of the pool, letting his shorts float freely in the water.
“You got jokes. Just like your place in the Blast From the Past tournament.”
Shorty practically snorts in response to Dax, which causes Dax to pay attention with a goofy smile on his face.
“Don't be salty because I made it further than you could ever dream of making it. Just because my partner is actually worth a damn, that doesn't give you the right to make fun, fucko.”
Dax takes it all in stride as he leans back. A censor bar covers his nethers as he does a back stroke across the pool. Shorty shakes his head and scoffs as Dax talks to him in a louder than normal voice.
“You got a mouth on you. That's why you blend in so well with us.”
“By the way, your ex pulled me to the side to tell me I should ditch you guys.”
“It would probably be a wise career move, but where is the fucking fun in that?”
Shorty goes to respond, but he knows Dax has a point. It was never about advancing his career. It was all about making a point and sticking it to “the man” who tried to keep him on the lower tier of the industry for so long. Instead, he is cut off by the sound of FaceTime going off on his phone. He picks it up to see it is Evie calling. He quickly answers.
“Yo, Sugar T. What's good?”
The sun makes it hard to completely see Evie, but he sees her just enough to catch the black slinky dress and the dark hair coming down over her shoulders.
“My little nugget, all things are good. I am just working on that video package you insisted I make.”
“It is only fair, Eve’s. Consider it a favor for me.”
Evie stares at the screen and sighs as if looking right into his eyes.
“I am, and that is the only reason I am doing this. I'm still surprised that you want me to do an apology video to Miss Minnie.”
Shorty grins as he lifts his sunglasses to look right at the screen. Evie looks away, annoyed by the notion.
“It'll be good for us. Help us to make you an ambassador for little people. After that stunt, I can't even look at another little person without getting a dirty look.”
“So, my speech goes something like this. *ahem* Miss Minnie. It is me, your old pal, Evie. I would like think that you have forgotten me, but when I punted you off of the stage, and I heard a few bones break, even over the roar of the crowd, I doubt you have. I'm sure it is the last thing that you remember of this sport. It must be a terrible thing to have to relive daily. The fall would have hurt anybody, especially someone who is small, even for a little person. I then went on to steal your tag team partner, and I felt no remorse. No remorse for harming you or costing you the only job you will ever get outside of a traveling sideshow…”
Evie stops talking as she looks back up to the screen. She watches Shorty look back at her as if asking her to continue. When she doesn't and he clears his throat, she speaks.
“Yes?”
“Was there… Anything else?”
Evie hums as she repeats a few words throughout the speech. She scans the speech and continues this until she reaches the end of it. She places her hand to her forehead and chuckles.
“I did forget something. Thank you, nugget. *ahem* and I still feel no remorse.”
“That is the shittiest apology speech I think I've ever heard. Why don't you put a little effort and heart into it?”
Shorty shakes his head as Evie scoffs.
“I am many things, but I am not a liar. I could also add that I didn't do it because she was a little person. I did it simply because she was there. It was not an act of hate against anyone.”
Evie feigns innocence as she stares back at Devin. Her eyes sparkle to sell the act, but Devin is not buying it. Even when Dax chimes in.
“That came straight from the heart, bruh.”
“And that is exactly why this is so terrible. I mean, that does more damage than good. At this rate, she might as well forget about the whole thing!”
Evie is quick to jump on this.
“Okay, scrapping it now. I will see you in Sunday. Enjoy your rub down by the platinum hand whore!”
Evie blows him a kiss. Just as he is about to respond, Evie ends the call and cuts Devin off. He sighs as the woman behind him begins reaching down toward his nethers once more. Shorty moves her hand back up to his chest. Dax climbs out of the pool as the censor bar gets marginally bigger. He then slides his shorts on to cause it to disappear entirely.
“You only got like 200 words left. You better at least mention your opponents, son…”
“Why? Courtney Pierce and Fenris don't seem too concerned about this match. I've trained my ass off for this match. I've already focused on them and gave them more attention than they deserve. They think that they have a chance at this match because suddenly they've gotten on the same page. Meanwhile, Evie and I have been on the same page since our first match together. We have been in sync throughout this entire tournament. Yet people still think that we aren't shit.”
“Welcome to our world, bruh.”
“Shut up, Dax. I'm on a roll! Now I lost track of where I was going…. Shit… Evie and I have shown that we can work together as a cohesive team practically since day one. So the rip off routine isn't fooling us. We are onto that game. We have their entire game plan mapped out. Courtney is going to claim that Evie’s win last week was a fucking fluke. She's going to blame it on someone else because she is being trained by the Queen of Scapegoating. And Fenris? We literally know his game plan because he was trained by the same people who trained Evie. We got this. The tournament is ours, without a single doubt.”
And with that, Devin realizes his time is about up. But not quite yet. He let's the gold digger stand up and he walks over to the pool. He helps her to step inside. He follows her in shortly after as the scene fades out on their forms disappearing into the water.
However, the voice of Justin Decent booms over the speakers as the fans at the expo gather around to cheer and jeer. Of course, the outsider is opening the show with a five minute speech, and he hadn’t prepared a single word.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Please welcome to the stage, one of the participants in the Blast From the Past finals… Coming from Oakland, California, standing at 3 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 165lb, he is… “Shorty” Devin Tyyyyyyylerrrrrr!!!”
“Shorty Bounce” begins playing inside of the crowded hall as even the stars and bombshells participating in the event turn their attention over to the stage. Shorty was used to entertaining the fans inside of a wrestling ring, but this was quite a different field for him. He looks around, trying his best to hide how nervous he is. Seeing Evie out of sorts has filled him with a bit of anger that he latches on to as he walks through the curtains, defying his own internal struggles as he steps out onto the stage. The fans surprise him with a bit of a cheer. He throws his arms up in the air to bring on the hatred as he shouts at them.
“I deserve more than that, you assholes! Come on! Give me more!”
He works the stage as he looks out amongst the stars and bombshells and fans, seeing the tables set up for autographs and photo ops, and he notices that more and more people are gathering in the crowd at the front of the stage. After moving across the stage a few times, he is about to begin when he notices the podium, which is very much too tall for him. With no consideration for his height disadvantage, Shorty is left with no choice but to act out.
After looking around, he walks over to Justin Decent, and almost as if it were planned, he rears his arm back for his signature Dick Punch. Justin waves his hands at Shorty as he hands him his own microphone. Shorty snatches it out of Justin’s hand and gives him a nod that tells him to get the fuck off of “his” stage, and Justin obliges.
“Shorty! Shorty! Shorty! Shorty! Shorty!”
Devin stops himself after taking a deep breath into the microphone. He nods his head as he almost cracks a smile. However, he refuses to let up as he waves them all off.
“Yeah, yeah, will you all shut the fuck up so that I can speak? Damn, no respect…”
The crowd laughs at this, and Devin winks at them. However, he has no intentions of letting them take over another second of his time with their chatter and their praise of him.
“You know, it’s funny that I’m out here getting all of these cheers, because six weeks ago, not a single one of you assholes knew who I was. No one in the back knew me from Adam. The fans laughed because we finally had a ‘midget’ on here that was being put into a serious match. It had comedy gold written all over it… until it didn’t!”
The crowd cheers once more as Devin closes his eyes and uses his free hand to pinch his fingers together to tell them to be quiet.
“You see? I still don’t have the respect that I deserve at this stage of the game. I beat the new upstart who came out of the prestigious gym of Gabriel and Odette Stevens. The man with all of the hopes and dreams of being on this stage right here, right now, talking about the time he bested a ‘midget’. I ended that dream in a motherfucking quick! He had, what? One more match before calling it quits? And that is just as insulting as the looks of pity that you all give me.”
The fans look shocked at this. Shorty pays them no mind as he begins pacing the stage, looming over the microphone as he doesn’t even look at the fans.
“I ended a career, but not in the way that I wanted to. I didn’t prove that I was the dominant superstar in that battle. All I did was give him the stigma of getting beat by a little person. He heard it from all of you assholes, week in, and week out. He couldn’t handle it, and he buckled under the pressure. He lost to Kristopher Ryans and he took off with his tail tucked between his legs. Not only did he insult me by running away, but you all insulted me. You’re insulting me right now by cheering for me just because I look like something off of a TLC television series, when really, you hate me. You look at me like a sideshow attraction, but I’m so much more than that. I am one half of the Blast From the Past winning team, and I am your future World Heavyweight Champion!”
There is a laughter that rolls over the entire crowd. It grows in volume, which causes Shorty to get angry. The production team leader gives Shorty the signal to wrap it up for having gone over his time. He flips him off as he looks out into the crowd.
“So I really am a joke to you, huh? Was I a joke when I took out Jon Dough, the man who is going to win the Roulette Championship back in just a few days? Was I a joke when I took out the giant, Wyatt Peterson? We’ll see what kind of a joke I am when I take on the title of the 2018 Blast From the Past winner, and Evie Baang and I have to make arrangements for custody of the trophy.”
One fan in the crowd stands out above them all as he shouts out and he raises his beer in the air. He turns around slowly as he talks to the fans surrounding him.
“Now THIS is comedy gold, am I right? Imagine him as the World Heavyweight Champion!”
The crowd joins him in cheering. He relishes in his fifteen seconds of glory as the surrounding crowd pats him on the back and laughs with him. Shorty narrows his eyes as he studies the man. However, he doesn’t let it ruin his moment.
“Fenris and Pierce have no idea what is waiting for them in just a few short days at Into the Void, but the disrespect in here gives me the perfect opportunity to show them a little sneak peek of what happens when you sleep on me…”
Devin looks at the podium, and with one swift motion, he knocks it over onto the ground, causing it to bounce a couple times. He drops the microphone to the ground and sends it to Justin Decent. He hops off of the stage, relishing in it all. The crowd cheers once more as Shorty makes his way through the crowd. He comes up to the guy who interrupted him and gives him a high five.
“You got me, brother. You really got me.”
The man laughs and shakes hands with Shorty. He brings him in for a brotherly hug, but Shorty rams his fist right into the crotch of the man. The crowd gasps, as if they didn’t expect him to do that. Security comes in, ready to escort Shorty off of the premises. However, the fan is almost overjoyed to get the Dick Punch, and shakes his head to let them know that it’s okay. Shorty gives him a nudge with his foot as the crowd parts for Devin to make his way over toward his table. There is a pause from the audience as they go silent, and Justin Decent, along with the stage manager, set up the podium once more, allowing Evie to have her moment.
“Introducing next, from Victor Harbour, South Australia, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 121 pounds, she is… Evie Baaaaaaaaaaaang!”
Shorty watches as Evie comes out on stage, as “Anthem of the Year 2000” by Silverchair plays over the speakers. Evie doesn’t get into all of the theatrics as she steps onto the stage. She leans over the microphone as she looks right over to Shorty.
“That is a tough act to follow.”
The crowd gives off a bit of a low chuckle, trying not to upset the firecracker of a little person any further. He nods his head as Evie begins speaking. However, Shorty cannot pay any attention to her as he gets tapped on the shoulder. He turns around, ready to snap at someone, but he sees the General Manager of his home company, Thaddeus AKA Tad Ezra. Shorty shakes his head as he sighs, his eyes returning to Evie.
“What do you want, Tad?”
Tad looks a bit shocked at his greeting, and he pulls an empty chair over to the table. He adjusts his suit jacket and tie as he picks up one of the photos from the stack that Shorty has in front of him, studying it.
“You look so proud in this photograph. Very regal. I could see you standing in the center of the ring with Evie, hands raised up in the air.”
Shorty snorts as he shakes his head.
“Yeah, maybe because you’ve seen it three times already. It isn’t very hard to imagine when it’s already happened.”
Tad listens to Shorty, nodding his head as he waits carefully so not to interrupt him. Once Shorty finishes, Tad smiles.
“The difference would be that giant trophy sitting between you two. If you play your cards right, then I might just become a traveling fortune teller. I could give you the winning lottery numbers if you like…?”
Shorty snaps his head back to Tad, seeing the smile and detecting every last bit of sarcasm dripping from his tongue, and even inventing some that never was there. Shorty shakes his head.
“And with every gain, there is a cost, oh wise-ass one. So why don’t we just cut the bullshit and get to the point. What is the cost of this victory?”
Tad gently fidgets with the Sharpie pen on the table as he tries to think of the best way to describe what is going through his mind right now.
“You have everything that it takes to be a top talent in Northern Lights Wrestling, or any company really. You have charisma that is out of this world. Your wrestling skills are amazing, and I’m only sorry that I didn’t see it sooner. You have a uniqueness to you that is extremely marketable, and I’m lucky to oversee your talent.”
Shorty notices the nervousness coming off of Tad and he simply shakes his head at it. He rubs at his temples, annoyed, as he is trying to focus on Evie to give her the attention that she deserves during her five minutes.
“Cut the shit, Tad. I’m sure this isn’t some friendly visit just to wish me luck. Are you concerned that my head isn’t in the game, because I assure you that it is. Is this about trying to pump me up so that I give Northern Lights Wrestling more ratings? Because I already know that I’m doing that. Whatever it is, just come out and say it. Don’t toy with me.”
Tad stops messing with the Sharpie. The dim lighting over him hides the fact that he’s frustrated quite well. The nervousness is his way of dealing with the frustration. He pauses for a second, trying to think of the most delicate way to say what needs to be said. However, bluntness is the best way for him to go ultimately.
“You are looked at within the company that you keep. You have been making poor choices since day one. You piggybacked onto Kader Hasheem, and the second he got called away from Northern Lights and up to Honor Wrestling, he forgot about you. Now, you are a novelty to the Bad Boys. Nothing more. They are using you for a cheap pop, and once that pop fades, they are going to do to you what they do to everyone else, and they are going to abandon you. The same goes for Evie, but there is nothing that you can…”
Shorty’s nostrils flare this time as he spins in his chair. He looks over to Tad and his fists shake with anger.
“Wrong, wrong, and fucking wrong, Tad! Who came to this very spot in the Gold Coast Casino five weeks ago when I debuted in this tournament. It sure as fuck wasn’t you. It was Kader Hasheem, who is responsible for helping to train me on how to evade strikes from bigger guys. He did not ghost me, just because we don’t get on cameras nonstop. The Bad Boys are not using me. I’m using them, really. And it already got me the golden briefcase. I’m YOUR number one contender, thanks to the Bad Boys. And Evie has been more of a friend to me than anyone ever has. We started off rocky, with hopes of winning this tournament, but since then, we’ve gotten on the same page. We’ve gone out together on the town. We’ve bonded like friends, and for her, that says a shit ton.. So again, why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit and tell me what you came to tell me.”
Tad leans back in his chair, not responding well to Shorty’s hostility. He shakes his head as Shorty belittles his opinion entirely.
“You need to leave the Bad Boys alone. They are destructive. They steamroll over anything and anyone, disregarding all that is precious. You could be so much more than just a little person with a few solid victories. You are above being handed victories and title contracts. I just don’t think that you see it. The Bad Boys will destroy you, and any hope for a career that you might have. To be blunt with you, there is a distinct disadvantage, and as much as I as a millennial would love to sit here and say that everyone should be treated equally and fairly, that just isn’t the case. You are strong, and we’ve seen it throughout this entire tournament. You just need to learn to walk the path alone, build up your strength to a point that no one can deny that you are a force to be reckoned with. Then, and only then, will you not be the butt end of every joke, like that asshole out in the crowd that you punched in the dick.”
Shorty is upset by the simple notion that Tad is trying to dictate who he associates with. The nerve! Shorty stands up from his chair, because he doesn’t want to hear this for another second, and as Tad speaks, he refuses to not say what needs to be said. Devin is suddenly struck with something that Tad says, and he can’t help but lend his ears to Tad. He patiently waits for Tad to finish speaking, and he looks down to the ground.
“You really think you know what it’s like in my shoes, don’t you? You think it’s just as easy as believing in yourself and working hard to make it in this sport. It’s not. I’ve been through the wringer my entire career. I’ve had to claw my way to the bottom of the barrel. I’ve fought ten times as hard to be looked at as equals to men who are ten times less talented than me. That right there is a sad fact. But guess what? I’ve made it. I can make my own choices on who I hang out with, and what my shirt says. I am a Bad Boy, loud and proud. I’ve spent so much time with them, and I’ve heard many stories. So if I can be honest now, nothing that you say means shit to me. You only want me to stop hanging out with them, because of the history that you have with the Bad Boys, and more specifically, Dax. Since you have to be professional now that you are his boss, you can’t stand that I have his attention, even if it’s not the way that you did. So you can take that selfish motive, and you can roll it up in a nice little ball. You can take that ball, and you can smooth it out. Go ahead and put a little lubrication on it. Give it a kiss for good luck, and shove it straight up that tight little ass of yours…”
Shorty speaks every last word of his in a callous manner. He has stopped caring, and at the same time, he doesn’t even give Tad the satisfaction of laughing at him. Stating it as fact is enough to upset Tad to the point of silence. He nods his head and politely excuses himself from the table. In true Bad Boys fashion, he gives Tad a tight slap on his backside as Tad walks away. He takes a deep breath as the roar of the audience makes him look back at the stage. Shorty takes his seat back as he picks up his pen to begin signing autographs.
Evie exits the stage as the crowd parts the way for her. She looks them all up and down until her eyes come to rest on Devin. Once she gets over to the table that has been set up for them, she takes a seat, smoothing out her dress. Unexpectedly, she looks over to Devin and asks the question on her mind.
“What was with that guy? The boss from your other company…”
Shorty shrugs his shoulders, and now that Tad is out of sight, he smiles deviously and chuckles aloud.
“He thought he was going to tell me what to do, and who I can associate with. Unfortunately, when you try to talk down about my friends, you are going to wind up crying.”
Evie gives him a look that asks what he means by that. Instead, he simply shrugs his shoulders. The two had developed a way of communicating without words, and her next silent question asks if she was mentioned in this. He again shrugs his shoulders and sighs as the fans begin coming up to the table in an orderly line. They begin signing pictures and merchandise while reluctantly shaking hands and doing what they are being paid to do as the scene fades out.
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With a big match coming up at Into the Void, training had been almost non-stop since the win over Wyatt Peterson and Amy Marshall. Shorty and Evie had been nearly inseparable. Between the non-stop training, the speed dating event, and the SCW Into the Void Fan Fest, it is a miracle that they had any time apart.
While this has caused them to bond further than even they had expected, they have spent a lot of time exhausting themselves. This was definitely not good for their chances of winning and a day of rest was just what the doctor had ordered. Luckily, Shorty’s new acquaintances lived together in Las Vegas, and their house was nothing short of fricken sweet. They were putting Shorty up over the last nearly two weeks.
The five star treatment was just what he needed. Shorty sits on a lounge chair in a red Speedo that shows off way more than anyone would ever want to see of him. He is spread out under the sun as it beats upon his bronzed. There is a female in a white two piece bikini that is rubbing Shorty down with oil as he sighs in relief.
“I can only imagine how you got this gig, sweet stuff.”
The woman rolls her eyes as she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder to lean over Shorty to get his right shoulder while pressing herself onto his back.
“I thought your signature misogynistic name for women was Sugar Tits…”
Shorty looks over his shoulder and right into her big blue eyes. While she certainly qualifies for such a name, Shorty can't help but sigh and shake his head.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but there is someone who has a special place in my heart, and she will forever be the only Sugar Tits for me.”
The girl seems very disinterested, but her job is to be Shorty’s entertainment during his stay in Las Vegas. She asks the very obvious question.
“So, you have a girl then? That's a shame. But we can still have a good time, right baby?”
Shorty chuckles.
“No, she's not my girl. No thanks. She is a friend, and it started out as a way of trying to get under her skin. We didn't have the best start, but we've gotten really close. It would never go there, so if you are worried about not getting to see a man that is 3 foot 11 that's still hung like a fucking horse, and exactly what he is capable of doing with what God blessed him with, then don't be. I'll still put it in you later…”
The girl sighs, but as her gold digging eyes wander over to his crotch, taking notice of what he's packing, her tune changes slightly. She begins rubbing on his chest and working her way down to his well defined abdomen, but she is distracted by a furry flash of brown and ink flying past her. She gasps and then goes to shield herself as the ever so familiar voice of Dax Beckett echoes over the entire pool area.
“CANNONBAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!”
*Splash!*
Surprisingly, Shorty doesn't mind the splash, but the abrupt shouting causes him to lower his sunglasses and he stares right at the pair of empty shorts floating at the top of the pool. He shakes his head as Dax’s head emerges from the water, and his hair clings to his face. He opens his mouth before sputtering water, gasping for air. Shorty winces and groans.
“Ahhh, man… do you even realize that your pale white hairy ass is blinding the neighbors, you jackass?!”
Dax reaches up and moves his hair out of his face as he blinks a few times, looking for Shorty. However, the next few blinks are for added insult.
“Bruh, where are you? I can't see you. Does somebody got a microscope?”
“Yeah, remember? Its next to your bed, so that you can see what you're doing when you touch yourself at night, shit head…”
Shorty leans back in his chair as he soaks up the sun. He lowers his shades once more as Dax paddles over to the edge of the pool, letting his shorts float freely in the water.
“You got jokes. Just like your place in the Blast From the Past tournament.”
Shorty practically snorts in response to Dax, which causes Dax to pay attention with a goofy smile on his face.
“Don't be salty because I made it further than you could ever dream of making it. Just because my partner is actually worth a damn, that doesn't give you the right to make fun, fucko.”
Dax takes it all in stride as he leans back. A censor bar covers his nethers as he does a back stroke across the pool. Shorty shakes his head and scoffs as Dax talks to him in a louder than normal voice.
“You got a mouth on you. That's why you blend in so well with us.”
“By the way, your ex pulled me to the side to tell me I should ditch you guys.”
“It would probably be a wise career move, but where is the fucking fun in that?”
Shorty goes to respond, but he knows Dax has a point. It was never about advancing his career. It was all about making a point and sticking it to “the man” who tried to keep him on the lower tier of the industry for so long. Instead, he is cut off by the sound of FaceTime going off on his phone. He picks it up to see it is Evie calling. He quickly answers.
“Yo, Sugar T. What's good?”
The sun makes it hard to completely see Evie, but he sees her just enough to catch the black slinky dress and the dark hair coming down over her shoulders.
“My little nugget, all things are good. I am just working on that video package you insisted I make.”
“It is only fair, Eve’s. Consider it a favor for me.”
Evie stares at the screen and sighs as if looking right into his eyes.
“I am, and that is the only reason I am doing this. I'm still surprised that you want me to do an apology video to Miss Minnie.”
Shorty grins as he lifts his sunglasses to look right at the screen. Evie looks away, annoyed by the notion.
“It'll be good for us. Help us to make you an ambassador for little people. After that stunt, I can't even look at another little person without getting a dirty look.”
“So, my speech goes something like this. *ahem* Miss Minnie. It is me, your old pal, Evie. I would like think that you have forgotten me, but when I punted you off of the stage, and I heard a few bones break, even over the roar of the crowd, I doubt you have. I'm sure it is the last thing that you remember of this sport. It must be a terrible thing to have to relive daily. The fall would have hurt anybody, especially someone who is small, even for a little person. I then went on to steal your tag team partner, and I felt no remorse. No remorse for harming you or costing you the only job you will ever get outside of a traveling sideshow…”
Evie stops talking as she looks back up to the screen. She watches Shorty look back at her as if asking her to continue. When she doesn't and he clears his throat, she speaks.
“Yes?”
“Was there… Anything else?”
Evie hums as she repeats a few words throughout the speech. She scans the speech and continues this until she reaches the end of it. She places her hand to her forehead and chuckles.
“I did forget something. Thank you, nugget. *ahem* and I still feel no remorse.”
“That is the shittiest apology speech I think I've ever heard. Why don't you put a little effort and heart into it?”
Shorty shakes his head as Evie scoffs.
“I am many things, but I am not a liar. I could also add that I didn't do it because she was a little person. I did it simply because she was there. It was not an act of hate against anyone.”
Evie feigns innocence as she stares back at Devin. Her eyes sparkle to sell the act, but Devin is not buying it. Even when Dax chimes in.
“That came straight from the heart, bruh.”
“And that is exactly why this is so terrible. I mean, that does more damage than good. At this rate, she might as well forget about the whole thing!”
Evie is quick to jump on this.
“Okay, scrapping it now. I will see you in Sunday. Enjoy your rub down by the platinum hand whore!”
Evie blows him a kiss. Just as he is about to respond, Evie ends the call and cuts Devin off. He sighs as the woman behind him begins reaching down toward his nethers once more. Shorty moves her hand back up to his chest. Dax climbs out of the pool as the censor bar gets marginally bigger. He then slides his shorts on to cause it to disappear entirely.
“You only got like 200 words left. You better at least mention your opponents, son…”
“Why? Courtney Pierce and Fenris don't seem too concerned about this match. I've trained my ass off for this match. I've already focused on them and gave them more attention than they deserve. They think that they have a chance at this match because suddenly they've gotten on the same page. Meanwhile, Evie and I have been on the same page since our first match together. We have been in sync throughout this entire tournament. Yet people still think that we aren't shit.”
“Welcome to our world, bruh.”
“Shut up, Dax. I'm on a roll! Now I lost track of where I was going…. Shit… Evie and I have shown that we can work together as a cohesive team practically since day one. So the rip off routine isn't fooling us. We are onto that game. We have their entire game plan mapped out. Courtney is going to claim that Evie’s win last week was a fucking fluke. She's going to blame it on someone else because she is being trained by the Queen of Scapegoating. And Fenris? We literally know his game plan because he was trained by the same people who trained Evie. We got this. The tournament is ours, without a single doubt.”
And with that, Devin realizes his time is about up. But not quite yet. He let's the gold digger stand up and he walks over to the pool. He helps her to step inside. He follows her in shortly after as the scene fades out on their forms disappearing into the water.