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Ty’s Condo
Las Vegas, NV
Monday, June 25
10:45 am
Ty: “Are they fucking kidding me? Really?”
Ty palms the counter loudly, it actually makes Effie jump. She had arrived at his apartment to break the news to him about his next match. He wasn't even fully dressed, looking like he was waking up after a long night of partying. Plaid boxer shorts, tight t-shirt and messy hair.
Effie: “Fuck! Dude. Chill out. I’m just the messenger.”
Ty rolls his eyes. It's obvious how upset he is. (It's too bad that I, The president of his fan club, cannot be there to comfort him.)
Ty: “I am tired of this shit. I have done nothing but prove myself every show I am booked. I went up against Fenris and the guy couldn't do the job. He can use me passing out as a victory but it's not. He couldn't beat me. If he can't even get me to tap out or do any of the ridiculous things he said in his promo against me, how can he still be walking around like his shit doesn't stink....”
He clenches his fists, you know it's hard when they are red AND white. (We don't like seeing our Ty like this.) Effie holds up a finger to interject but Ty cuts her off with another point.
Ty: “After that amazing match, they're going to put me in a match with the guy that also couldn't live up to what he said in his promo. You know, the one that only does well in tag matches because his partner can make up for his obvious lack of talent. Which was proven when he backed out of the match after he saw he has to own up to all those bullshit comments. Oh but you know, I’m just being handed the title shots, right? Then they replace him with a new guy, who has done what? What do we even know about this guy anyway besides that he talks a lot of shit on a social media platform that I am not even on to defend myself.”
Ty is absolutely disgusted. Effie looks away. She wasn't eager to share that she had created a twitter account to keep tabs on the company only to get irritated and quote tweet Ty’s opponent. (But if we are being honest, that Tony-guy did open a can of worms.) Effie goes to try to speak again only to be shut down by Ty’s continued rant.
Ty: “What is going to have those guys seeing that I don't deserve to be wading around in the duck pond. I worked the #1 contender to his last bit of everything. But yet here I am facing a guy that sounds like he should be on the pages of a comic book. I thought one anarchy driven psycho in SCW was enough, now we got a guy that thinks he can convert people because some test said he was 175. This is slowly becoming a bad TV show.”
He shakes his head. Effie waits a second and when Ty opens his mouth again she nods her head with tight lips. She was obviously getting annoyed now. She wasn't used to being the one, in this forced partnership, listening instead of speaking.
Ty: “I guess they really want me to destroy this goon. I already feel like I am being punished but what did he do to deserve being ripped to shreds and left to die?”
Ty takes a long, exaggerated sigh and Effie knows he has said everything on his mind. She can finally get a word in. She awkwardly pats his bare shoulder and with a disgusted look, wipes it on the pant leg of her jeans.
Effie: “Don't sweat it big guy. Literally Gross by the way... Seriously though, If this guy is such an assclown then why does it matter? You’ll bury the fucker and once again they can't deny who you are. Besides, we both know that Dough ain't gonna beat Jordan. Then you will really get some competition.”
Ty disagrees. He had always had mixed feelings about Ben Jordan. He had no doubts the guy was one of the good ones and his movement was a means of self preservation in an industry that frowns on stagnation and age. It was nothing less than what he would do himself in the same situation.
Ty: “Ben Jordan should not be fighting for the Roulette title. What happened to his ‘Ben Deserves Better’ movement? He did all that campaigning and protesting for what? Lose one Heavyweight shot and just slip on down to destroy Jon Dough? Why? ‘Cuz the bosses think it will boost his bruised ego? I don't know why Jon even needed to win the Roulette title to get Ben’s attention in the first place. If they have history as Jon claims, then luring him with the lesser belt of the company shouldn't have peaked his interest.”
Effie shrugs, leaning back against the wall. She is notorious for playing devil's advocate. She didn't have any real issues with Ben either. Seemed like a decent enough person, for a guy, anyway.
Effie: “Maybe it was just all talk and in actuality, Jordan is just as much a loser as Dough? He wasn't getting his way so he started a protest. It got attention and in the same breath made him seem like he was this big deal but really... people have moved on because he keeps coming in and out of their lives? You know all about that, right Abs?”
Ty is only half listening to her though. He gets pretty upset over these sorts of things. He knows his own talent. And no self proclaimed ‘truth slayer’ was going to change that. Effie never advertised that she was smart. Maybe not a genius as Tony Stark-Thorn but she had the type of smarts you can only get from experience. You can naturally be able to sponge up information from a book, but it was the things you learned from a certain... Worldliness that were truly valuable.
Effie: “I wouldn't sweat Fenris being a jackass either. He complimented you and then in the next breath took it away. It's a lousy cheap trick. I bet that when he loses against Ryans, the guy deflates like gastric bypasses deflate the stomachs of fat chicks. All the things keeping it puffed out, just pass out like shit.”
She yawns, cracking her knuckles and moves to his fridge. She looks inside for an extended amount of silence, leaving Ty to digest her words. She takes a can of beer from the crisper. (Disgusting! This girl is drinking before noon!)
Effie: “Hey, you do know that these things are supposed to be for fruits and Veg, right?”
She lightly shakes the can side to side with an amused smile before she cracks it open and gulps down half right away. Then this vile girl wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and burps loudly. **Evil side eye.**
Ty: “I haven't been home much.”
Effie smirks, watching him like a hawk. She moves to stand beside him at the island, studying his face intently. She could easily read Ty. He was far from someone who hid his emotions easily, at least to people he felt comfortable around. Effie is still unsure if she likes the fact that this galoot was growing on her or not. She had spent some time defending his honor, and the battle was still ongoing. However, Ty’s issue was not actually with his wrestling career. As much as he made a big deal about it, he always found his way, no, this was a problem that he was inexperienced in.
Effie: “Let me guess, you're still thinking about that Courtney bitch right?”
Ty turns to glare at her. Effie puts up her hands in defence, but smirks in satisfaction of being right. Calling her a bitch was tame for her. In fact, from Effie you could consider it a compliment that she hadn't come up with something more creative.
Effie: “Hey, I'm not the one that dismissed her so coldly after bumping uglies. If you can't stop thinking about her, why are you Mr. Grumpy shorts then?”
She takes another gulp of the beer, not taking her eyes off him.
Ty: “That's what she wanted.”
The tone of his voice is almost haunted. Sad even. Effie laughs. (How dare she mock my... I mean, Our Ty’s pain.)
Effie: “Naw. You blew her mind and she wasn't expecting it so it's thrown her off. She came to you backstage hoping to get the satisfaction of you being hurt at her rejection. But damn son, you played her right back and now, I goddamn guarantee you are on her mind as much as she's on yours.”
He shakes his head. That greedy little smile still on her face. (No idea what Ms. Fischer sees in this girl!)
Ty: “I doubt it. Besides, I am a terrible boyfriend and no one deserves that, least of all her.”
Effie punches him, hard.
Ty: “Ow! What the fuck is with you and Kahlan punching me!”
Effie: “You're an idiot, so you deserve it. You believe everything your ex girlfriends say? Jesus, you are a dimwitted mother fucker.”
Ty: “If this is your idea of being motivational then you are failing...”
She sighs loudly, making a point of rolling her eyes.
Effie: “You have all this confidence with everything except this not being a good long term significant other shit. Like fuck dude... is this like a result of your fucked up sperm donor? ‘Cuz he couldn't stick around for your mom so you think that will make you a shitty partner? If it is, then stop. Having shitty parents is used as an excuse for being a shitty person too much with our generation, dude. No one wants to own up to the fact that we're all individuals. My parents didn't make me this way. I made myself this way. Isn't that what you told that spoiled chick on that show?”
Ty nods. He realizes that Effie might have a point about his father.
Effie: “Stop telling yourself that you won't do well in a relationship. Just have one. Hey... what about asking out that new chick? Avian or something...”
Ty: “Aviana? But she's so...”
Effie laughs. (Her laugh is SO annoying!)
Effie: “I’m not saying to fuck her Ty. I’m just saying to ask her out for food after the show on Sunday.”
Ty doesn't look convinced. Effie once again let's her frustration known with a dramatic sigh.
Effie: “She is the exact opposite of Courtney. Courtney will see you moving on and get jealous. Maybe she'll want to rage fuck you in the janitor’s closet.”
Ty rolls his eyes, but it only increases Effie’s delight in getting under his skin.
Ty: “Aviana is innocent, I don't want to hurt her feelings.”
Effie: “You won't be. It's one date. You just be upfront with her when you go out that you are interested in making friends but don't tell Court that. Us girls are fucking petty as shit.”
Ty perks up, looking her right in the eyes and raising a blonde eyebrow at her.
Ty: “Are you sure it's not you that's jealous?”
Effie bursts out in laughter.
Effie: “Over you, Abs? No. You are lacking some key hormones that make you attractive to me but I do have to admit, you are pretty for someone with a dick.”
Ty’s mouth drops open. He is not very observant. (I could tell Effie was a lesbian right from the start.)
Effie: “See, this is why you need my help.”
She finishes the beer, crushes the can and imitates a dunk shot right into the trash can.
Effie: “Ten points!”
Ty chuckles softly. The girl was growing on him. She was smarter than most girls the same age. It must be because she was a rich kid. (Oh? You didn't know that? Yeah Effie Louise Bingham. Her father is a big CEO. This girl had every opportunity just handed to her in life but yet she chose to be like this. Appalling!)
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The West-Ward Blogicles
Season 2, Entry #9 -- “Like a lamb to slaughter”
The scene opens to a different type of camera view than normal. Usually, Ty films his vlog posts on his phone and it has this Raw campy feel about them but today, he is not the one handling the camera and the quality is much better.
Ty is in a pair of boardshorts, big white Hibiscus flowers (the common flower on Hawaiian themed apparel) on a background of bright blue. It immediately brings out the blue of his eyes. He has also donned a grey sleeveless tank with the word, “Fierce" written on it in Neon Pink. He has taken residence on a lounger beside a pool.
He removes his sunglasses, (Probably Armani, pretty sure he did a couple modelling gigs with them at some point) and places them on top of his blonde hair. It has been getting a bit long in the back and so he has loosely tied it back from his face at the nape of his neck.
He offers a wide, smile but it is obvious it is far from genuine or happy.
Ty: “Here we are again. A week off to recharge my batteries. And after a high profile opponent I get booked against the idiot Joshua Aquin who barely mumbled out anything intelligent the last time we faced, only for him to back out the moment he sees that it's me he has to beat.”
He offers a smirk at that. It was a win to him. He was sure Joshua had offered some sort of ‘family commitment’ excuse but in Ty’s eyes, he ran away from the fight.
Ty: “So instead, they choose to feed me the new guy. A guy that so far has just suddenly appeared on the tweeter machine claiming to hold the truth, like every Jehovah's witness & and Mormon Brother that ever knocked on a door.”
He continues to lounge back, obviously not affected by any of this significantly. He is relaxed, on the point of breaking into laughter over the whole situation.
Ty: “You know who else won people over with so called ‘truth’? Hitler, Kim Jong il, Stalin, Saddam Hussein, Bin Laden, Isis and last but certainly not least our own president, the man who managed to convince the public that he had the truth with zero political experience. If anyone just magically appears claiming they can show me the truth they better damn well have the stones to back it up.”
He gives a shrug. (Proud to say that OUR Ty voted for Hillary.) He then goes back to what Chester called his, ‘Camera Smile’.
Ty: “To be honest, I really can't have much respect for a guy that has his mom managing his career, as an adult. It's a bad idea, speaking from experience of course. My own mother managed my modelling career until I was fifteen. But she openly admits that it was more out of wanting to protect her baby boy, then because she knew the industry. There comes a time when you got to cut the umbilical cord and find your own way.”
He makes a cutting motion with his fingers before rolling his eyes. It is obvious that the first impression he got of his opponent was a bad one.
Ty: “I have zero info about this guy other than he claims that all of SCW thinks he's insane,he have a 175 IQ, yet, chose to be a wrestler and that he apparently has some theories about pretty boys. Hmmm... Let me take some guesses at what those might be.”
He taps his chin dramatically. (Did I mention that cleft in his chin? Or the defined chiseled jaw that makes him look like one of those greek demigods?)
Ty: “There is probably some crack about my failed career prior to starting my training. There will quite possibly be some insult thrown at the fact that my father wasn't around. Next will probably be a shot about my intelligence because you know, if you are attractive you couldn't possibly be smart as well. Let us also speculate there will be either a homophobic remark or some other prejudice just to really lay on the whole douchebag vibe he wants to portray to people.”
He sits up in the chair now, leaning forward and staring intently into the camera.
Ty: “Then will come some long winded speech about how he is destined to rid SCW of the rubbish and he will prove it by destroying me in the ring, even though it appears that I outclass him physically. He may completely ignore the fact that I have black belts in several forms of martial arts or talk about my multiple failed attempts to win the Roulette title. Completely ignoring the fact that none of my three losses here have been via pin or submission.”
(I know that a loss is a loss even if you didn't technically lose but something has to be said for a guy who has yet to take an actual fall right? I mean that Young Brad Pitt wannabe totally had to exhaust himself and the only way to get Ty was to make him pass out. And also... Brad Pitt... ewww.)
Ty: “And when it comes down to actually explaining how he intends to show this truth he will go into this elaborate, cheesy, supervillain tirade about how he is different than any other star signed with SCW but not actually answering the question of how. To be honest, anyone that watched this last season of Flash on the CW, will see how he seems to be eerily similar to The Thinker... and we all saw how THAT turned out.,”
(I don't actually. Was it bad? I don't watch shows that don't feature hot guys or at least be like soap opera-y. That is just my thing. Superheroes...yuck!)
Ty: “It will boil down to a ‘Just watch me destroy this ‘not so pretty’ boy and you will be forever enlightened. And his ‘soccer mom’ like support from his equally pathetic parental unit will include some generally degrading and immature insults. For how smart he claims to be, his mother seems to be equally doltish on the quotient of Intelligence. It will show the true depth of both of their characters on an astronomical level.”
Ty was not an idiot. He actually did really well in school. He wasn't a genius but there was no way he would ever be considered average.
Ty: “He could take the same route as Fenris and make claims he will disfigure me... which, Fenris couldn’t follow through with so not sure how he plans to do it. Short of hiding a weapon or having his trashbag mom slip it to him when the ref isn't looking. Because nothing says talent like resorting to a weapon, am I right?”
He does ‘mug toast’ with his fist in a mocking tone. Ty preferred not to use weapons in a match if he could. He thought it was a cheap win if you did.
Ty: “To be honest, anyone that focuses more on my looks is simply showing their true colour... green. Why do my looks matter so much to any of you? It has nothing to do with how I perform. It really just makes you look pathetically Covetous.”
A couple years ago, as research for one of his roles, Ty had taken some classes on how to be a more eloquent speaker. In those classes they also offered some ‘vocabulary upgrading’. So don't think Ty just opened a thesaurus and is just using random, big sounding words. (It is too bad he lost out on that Shakespeare play-thing he was trying for. He would have looked Fab.)
Ty: “He might say his skills are far better than mine, but without any documented proof of that, it is not a viable argument. Fact is, no one knows who this guy is. He could say he is this athlete with a history, have accolades as long as my arm from a bunch of different companies no one has heard of. Better yet they will be in Japan, the Mediterranean, Great Britain and Mexico. I could easily say I met the queen of England, sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower and dipped my feet in the Nile but without any one witnessing these things... it means nothing.”
But he did do all those things. True Story.
Ty: “Not sure what Tony thinks he is going to get out of this. Is he expecting me to quit wrestling because...”
(Here we go.)
Ty’s amused smile fades as he recalls the match from 2 weeks ago.
Ty: “I just lost a match by passing out and I am still here... there is nothing more embarrassing than that. Does he think that he will somehow hold power over me or think after one match I am going to start drinking the kool-aid? Nope.”
(Ty would never drink a sugary beverage like Kool-aid anyway. Waaaaay too many empty calories.)
Ty: “If he is trying to do something different I’m afraid he is too late. The Crazy truthsayer job has already been filled by Tommy Crimson. The Momager thing has already been done too. Did nobody see what happened to Lindsay Lohan? That girl didn't just trainwreck, she toppled the whole station and the track as well.”
Ty looks disappointed at that revelation having been a kinda sorta acquaintance of Lindsay like back in the day. (We think they totally would have made a cute couple before she became a slag. Like ewww... gross!)
Ty: “Here are some very real and documented truths. My three losses in SCW were not by submission or pin. Not even DQ. Two of those three were in matches with multiple guys with special stipulations involved.”
(Legit, not even ‘real’ matches. You can't judge raw talent based on a couple matches with Hokey stipulations, right?)
The humourless expression on Ty's face only further proves how much he wants to prove he is very much a serious athlete with real goals. He felt like so far, the match with Fenris had been the only real time he'd been able to showcase that.
Ty: “The last time I had a match against a substitute opponent who happened to be a newbie to SCW, I decimated him. Like a lamb to slaughter. I have also proven time after time that I am not some flash in the pan. I am not crazy. I am not claiming to be bringing some devine message. I am not doing this to get laid or bolster my sup par acting career. I love wrestling. I have since I was five years old. No, it was not my intention to get into a ring back then, but sometimes life takes us on unexpected journeys, but what I am not doing is using it as a way to create some cult-like experience where I think I know better than the fans. I don't come out to the ring claiming that the company I work for has nothing but low level scum. We all have to start somewhere. I judge people individually based on their actions. I don't claim to have a genius level IQ and honestly, I wouldn't want to know everything. It takes all the surprise out of life. It is like reading the end of the book first before the rest of the story. That rest of the story is what makes the ending so satisfying. Not saying I am a moron either. I obviously far from it, despite the opinion of others. I am confident in who I am and no arrogant know-it-all is going to change that.”
(Yes! You tell him bab... I mean Ty...)
Ty: “You can make whatever assumptions you want about me. I cannot make you think any one way, that is the beauty of freedom of the mind. What is clear though, is that you consider me some kind of threat or my nickname alone wouldn’t seem to offend you. I have been called “pretty boy" since I was in preschool. It is probably more of an insult than flattery but the way to take power away from your oppressors is to own it. You can not agree that I am attractive if you wish, but in the long run, why does that even matter? You think the only thing I have going for me is my looks? If that's the case then you haven't really been paying attention. True confidence cannot be destroyed by a few words by someone insignificant in their lives. After this match, what becomes of us? We go on to do our own things. As much as you want to convince the world that you are superior, arrogance like that only makes people back away, but judging on the fact that you are a loner whose only real friend seems to be his mom, I totally get why you have managed to convince yourself this will work. Why would any self respecting person chose to follow a man who treats everyone like they are insects under his feet. Better yet, why would you want to ‘rule’ over people you think are unworthy of your time.”
The prospect of anyone following his opponent disappoints the big man greatly. In fact, Tony's mission statement only further provides motivation to win.
Ty: “Obviously there are a lot of doubts and insecurities in the Whys behind your mission. I feel sorry for you. Maybe if you weren't such a jackass we might have hung out. Sadly, that train is passed. I cut out toxic people before they can make me sick.”
(It’s true. He totes cut out a bunch of people who were real pieces of work. Probably why he got blackballed with a bunch of big Hollywood producers.)
Ty: “And Antagonizing Effs is probably a really bad idea. I mean I don't claim to be an expert on lesbians with IED and a huge chip on their shoulders but she tore a strip out of me without me even getting a word in edgewise. Plus she really likes messing with people for the fun of it.”
(UG! Don't even Ty... Don't even!)
Ty: “But, I am here for myself and my fanbase. They call themselves the ‘West-enders’. I didn't ask for them, they found me all on their own. Their devoted loyalty is part of what gives me strength and even though I haven't been able to live up to the promise of winning a title yet, they still support me. That makes it all worth it. You don't seem to understand that because it doesn't fit into some equation. Not everything can be explained away.”
(The fanclub was established three years ago, by yours truly. I kinda stole the name idea from that British Tv Show, Eastenders. It just fit. We started with just Moi and my best friend Georgie. Now we are at a membership of just over three thousand and growing. We love our Ty. He is perfect.)
Ty: “So, really, have no idea what your plans actually are while you are here in SCW, and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. That's a little hollywood joke. I’d be lying to say I am not bothered. Everyone is bothered by someone saying things you don't believe to be true. Whatever your theory is, It probably seems like the solution to our match in your eyes. The real secret of getting the better of your opponent is to expect everything but also expect nothing. You go into your match with an open mind. As much as you probably want to say everything has some kind of law it needs to follow, chaos is really the only true master of the universe. She is a fickle bitch. Fenris thought he had me all figured out too, look how that ended.”
(Fen-pitt totally didn't prepare enough for that match. He just sort of spewed out a much of generic insults and totally boring threats.)
Ty: “I do not watch my opponents promos until the night of the show, I prefer to speak my mind without it being tainted by my opponents words, as much as people want to deny it, we all run on emotions. Only a select few can manage to navigate this world while staying completely robotic. Maybe you will change my mind about that. But I don't have very high hopes of it happening.”
(Tony Stark-Thorn was probably going to assume that Ty is just some big dumb galoot. I hope not. Because he's not.)
Ty: “So good luck with your message of truth or whatever it is you plan to do. I guarantee that I am not the only man... or woman that will rip your whole process to shreds but I am not Fenris. I am not here hoping to ruin people's careers or actually cause disfigurement. I am here to be a wrestler and get to the spot I deserve.”
He puts his hand over his chest, right where is heart is. Ty was far from a typical guy, that much is true but he wasn't overly sensitive like some might believe. A lot of things happened in his life up until this point, not all were pleasant but all of them shaped him into the person he is today.
Ty: “Peace out, Tones!”
He salutes the camera as it fades to black.
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Ty’s Condo
Las Vegas, NV
Tuesday, June 25
3:45 am
Ty West, that handsome, sexy and generally good guy is seen thrashing around in his bed. He is calling out in his sleep but you can't make out the words, only the panicked mumbled moans. His body has been encased in the Egyptian cotton sheet like a cocoon, it molds to his sweat streaked body like a second skin, revealing that he wears no clothing underneath it. (Makes for a great fan fiction...)
Suddenly, he sits straight up, panting as though he had just run a marathon. The sweat that has slicked back his hair has also started to run down his temples. It takes a moment for him to realize where he is and that it was in fact, just a dream. He flips off the drenched cotton from his muscular frame, like a beautifully sculpted butterfly ready to fly away. As he makes his way to the bathroom, a shot of his well formed, athletic behind catches the light from the window, illuminating it in just the right way.
When he returns, he picks up his phone, thumbing through his text messages and stopping on just one. The unanswered one from the woman he hadn’t been able to get off his mind for weeks. A woman he regretted blowing off because for the first time ever, he wanted more from a woman whom he had casually slept with. He had no real explanations for it. She was far from his perfect match. She was rude, selfish and vain. She found fault in everything even if she really had to dig. She was far from the well endowed models that Ty had enjoyed in the past as bedmates.
He still found her gorgeous though. And mysteriously alluring. She was someone he longed to get to know better, craved to see what was beyond all the walls she put up. He had seen but a glimpse when they had shared a bed.
He puts the phone down after typing a message and erasing and repeating several times. Ultimately, he couldn't find the courage to tell her the truth because she had told him she didn't want anything further from him. It was the most disappointed he had been in some time.
With a sigh, he lays back down in the bed, but his ocean blue eyes simply stare at the ceiling, unable to go back to sleep for fear the nightmare would resume. Instead, he rises, pulling on a pair of discarded track pants and leaving the room, phone in hand.
(Poor Ty. No man, especially our Ty deserves this kind of torture.)
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