I'm pretty sure I'm in the majority here when I say what a fucking mistake signing up for Blast From The Past was. I mean a serious fucking mistake, should have really made Charlotte do it, instead of wasting my time doing it myself because instantly after week one, you see just what a fuck up this whole thing is, hell, before then. See, everyone wants to do a Fenris, show up and be the rookie that takes it all. That didn't work out for Calia last week, and because of that, SCW might have missed out on a decent rookie. I bet she's sitting there at home thinking what was the point, her love interest is gonna be thinking the same this week after his arse gets dumped out by me and the pervert partner of mine. Another chance to freshen up the roster gone because this tournament takes no prisoners. It's not only that, that makes you think you shouldn't have wasted the ink signing up, the main reason, partners....
People looked at the shit they got lumbered with an thought it was a waste of time. I saw the look on Dani Weston's face where her name came out with Stewart Mason, I knew how I felt getting Goth as a partner. I should have been happy but here's what I learned about Goth. All he fucking does is wank over Amanda Cortez' pictures on Twitter, he's probably knocking one out right now while posting a thirsty comment...
I gotta fucking touch those hands to get in the ring!
Fucking pervert is too elbow deep in lube right now while I'm recording this, to give a shit, another reason why I made a mistake signing up to this.
And then there's other teams.You know the type, that sit there and think they've already won. If I wanted to deal with drama and ego, I would have gone for Mikah after bitch slapping her back to New York non title and took her gold, but I didn't wanna deal with ego, and it seems someone I never expected to has grown an ego because of her partner. I'm taking about someone who is like a sister to me, yes, you Devona. Heard about all your Twitter posts, and I say this in the nicest way possible, shut the fuck up, you ain't won nothing yet. You got Alex Jones, yes, fantastic wrestler, I got a hall of famer, who if he gets his hands out of his pants, I stand a chance too, so does every other team in the tournament, so sis, reel it in, you're killing what people thought you were. So, ego driven teams, another reason this is gonna be my one and done with this tournament.
So here I am, in this damn thing with a literal wanker in my corner, in Belfast about to take on..... Char Kwan again? Fucks sake, and Jack Asher. This couldn't get any worse, right?
Wrong.
6.30am, The Merchant Hotel.
The Merchant Hotel, one of the classiest hotels in Belfast, Ireland, at the price, you wouldn't expect to see many wrestlers hanging out there, let alone staying there. Surprising facts about wrestlers, we ain't classy, we're a bunch of people like everyone else who just has a job on the television. You wouldn't expect to see the likes of some in a place like this, we all leave within our means, thankfully, our means allow us to be at places like this. While SCW will pay up to a certain amount for travel and accommodation on tours, if you prefer something extra, that would come out of your own pockets and Daniel had some very deep pockets. He, like the rest of the group were more than happy to go with SCW suggestions, but tours were a bit like a holiday to London Underground, one or two days work shouldn't spoil five days off enjoying yourself.
London was a skip across the sea away and would have been more than simple to fly in from their homeland, but these were places London Underground had rarely been to for legitimate reasons, they decided to stay on the tour as is. They didn't want to use Paris as a home base like Ben and Evie Jordan, nor did they want to rent a house in England like Sam Marlowe, happy going with the flow of the tour, happy splurging on luxury, and this is why they found themselves in a hotel of this nature.
Daniel sat at a table, coffee in hand as Osbourne sat next to him, already in a business suit, his day starting at roughly three in the morning, thanks to a few business calls back to Vegas. Osbourne sat next to him, a glass of orange juice in front of the big man. Daniel glances across at him.
"They're not gonna be that pissed are they?" Daniel asks, knowing no response will come from the big man.
Osbourne, his eyes covered in dark sunglasses, tilts his head at his boss before raising one finger towards him and slightly nodding his head.
"Six thirty in the morning." Mackenzie's voice can be heard saying as she and Charlotte approaches the table from off camera. "I don't see the hotel burning down or anything."
Osbourne points his finger towards Mackenzie, his eyes locked on Daniel with his head moving faster up and down as he looks at him. Daniel returns the nod and looks towards Mackenzie and Charlotte, each pulling out a chair and sitting opposite their boss. Daniel places his coffee back on to the table and looks up.
"Thankfully, nothing is burning down." Daniel says with a slight smirk. "And good morning to you two rays of sunshine."
"Yeah morning." Mackenzie says unimpressed "What's with the early morning call? I was in this dream where I was beating the hell out of people and boom, next thing I know, message from you waking my arse up."
Daniel presses his hands together and looks at Mackenzie, he knew this was the reaction he'd probably get from her. There's only a couple of things in this world Mackenzie likes and sleep is way up there.
"Well, here's the thing." Daniel starts. "Me and Os needs to go back to Vegas. Something has come up that we need to deal with, plus we need to sort out a few extra staff."
"Can't Nick sort out the staff?" Charlotte asks. "He's there to run the place after all when none of us are around."
"We do not let Nick sort out staff if we can help it." Daniel says firmly. "If we did, we'd come back to topless waitresses and people who couldn't pour a pint while watching a youtube video of how to pour a pint. Be a bit daft to leave him to that. Besides, the other stuff take a little bit more of a lead and he certainly can't sort that out, so me and Os are heading back in a couple of hours to deal with all that."
"How long are you gonna be gone?" Charlotte enquires.
Daniel shrugs his shoulders, his eyes alternating between the two women.
"No idea." He admits. "The fact is, me and Os are probably not needed too much on this tour, we're knocking around just in case, and just to do a segment or two. You're the star of the London Underground tour Kenz, realistically, we probably won't be needed, so we may miss a ton of this tour. Obviously we wanna be back for the England shows, only makes sense, but this one could take a while."
"So we're on tour on our own?" Mackenzie asks.
"How stupid do ya think I am?" Daniel asks with a smile. "Leaving you here with Charlotte, means that she'll end up bailing you out of places up and down the United Kingdom. I needed to get someone here to keep an eye on you to stop you getting yourself in trouble Kenz."
"She can do that." Mackenzie says with her thumb pointing towards Charlotte.
"And who is gonna stop her from kicking off too?" Daniel says with another smirk.
"He raises a good point." Charlotte says. "I mean still a little heat between the English and Irish."
"And this is not the first time we've been in this neck of the woods for not so legal reasons." Daniel starts. "Plus I got this horrible feeling that Colton Jones hasn't exactly listened to us yet and leaving you two on ya own might open up a chance for him to get at ya or someone else. He ain't got the Jacobs to come after me and Os."
"And he won't have any Jacobs left if he comes after me." Mackenzie says through gritted teeth.
"That I can believe." Daniel admits with a laugh. "But I'd feel much safer having someone here with ya. Someone to keep an eye on the pair of ya. When I spoke about needing to go home, I got someone on a plane here."
"Who?" Charlotte asks.
Without any warning, the face of Nick George pops up in between Charlotte and Mackenzie's heads. He plants a kiss on the cheek of Charlotte before turning towards Mackenzie and planting one of her cheek, holding his lips longer against her cheek. Mackenzie reaches up, grabbing the almost fifth member of the group by the nose.
"Ow ow ow!" Nick cries out but Mackenzie looks seriously towards Daniel.
"Seriously?" Mackenzie says, still holding on to Nick's nose. "Out of all the people you know, all the people that are just over there in London, you give us Mr Bean? Are you having a bubble."
"Best man for the job." Daniel tells her. "With me and Os back in Vegas, we can cover that, because it will have our full focus, I'm sure someone can make use of Nick here."
"Not without my hooter." Nick says in a high pitched tone.
Mackenzie releases his nose and turns her head to look at him, square in the eye.
"Be glad I grabbed your nose and nothing else." She says with a scowl. "Or you'd be singing soprano for the rest of your days."
Nick scrunches up his face as he moves around the table, sitting next to Charlotte and Osbourne, staring across the table at Mackenzie.
"I can sing like that without losing me bollocks, alright?" Nick tells her. "And thank you for that warm welcome."
Daniel looks at Nick from across the table, taking a sip of his coffee and putting the cup on the table once more.
"Right, keep these two safe, out of trouble, and try not to get yourself in trouble either." Daniel tells them. "I got a gut feeling something ain't right and that gut feeling has served me bloody well over the years so I'm gonna go with it."
"Aye aye captain!" Nick says with a salute towards Daniel.
"You sure there's no one else?" Mackenzie asks. "Someone on his level, like a guard dog, maybe a Yorkshire terrier, or a Chihuahua?"
"Those Chihuahua's are vicious little sons of bitches." Nick tells her before baring his teeth at her.
"Or a rat." Mackenzie adds.
"He'll be just fine for ya, don't you worry at all." Daniel reassures them. "But me and the big man have a flight to catch. Casino can only stay closed for cleaning for so long before someone starts to question it. You lot play nice now."
Daniel and Osbourne stand up, picking up previously unseen bags from the floor and hoisting them over their shoulders. Daniel gives the group a nod before he and Osbourne walk off the camera. Nick leans in towards Charlotte and Mackenzie.
"Right, first things first." Nick says in an almost commanding voice. "Watch the nude beach situation like around here? Because I got the urge to swing it in the sun legally."
Charlotte and Mackenzie look at each other, shaking their heads in unison. Charlotte looks back at him, eagerly awaiting an answer.
"It's March you idiot." She says firmly.
Charlotte and Mackenzie stand up and walks away, leaving Nick with his palms out, looking in their direction.
"That didn't answer my question." He says springing to his feet. "Hey! Hey! Wait up!"
Nick charges off in the direction that Charlotte and Mackenzie walk as we cut elsewhere.
*******
Not every hotel in Belfast had the luxury of having a rooftop gym, but The Merchant Hotel had just that. The sun had set over Northern Ireland's capital city and people took advantage of the Friday night antics, a tradition that most around the world love to partake in, but Mackenzie Page had opted against that for now, standing in the gym, surrounded by clear glass to overlook Belfast's rooftops, she stood alone, the whole gym deserted in favour of Friday night pints and lost memories. The camera focuses on her from the right hand side, talking away from the camera.
"The start of what everyone hopes is their quick route to the top." She says. "Stupid fucking tournament if you ask me, because everyone has something to bitch about. Mostly their partners, mostly who they get lumbered with. Everyone dreams of Fenris' rise to the top with this tournament, everyone grows an ego, everyone thinks they can get things done with their partner, but that ain't me. Only partners I would have been happier with would be one of my own, not having to rely on people who can not be trusted for love nor money."
Her eyes narrow as she continues to glare over the skyline.
"I didn't need this tournament." She says firmly, yet honestly. "I knocked Mikah off her perch and everyone was screaming at me to go for the Bombshell title, go win it, end the reign of someone that simply annoyed everyone, but I didn't. That has not been forgotten, no one has forgot that I pulled off the shock of the century, I could walk in to a bosses office and say I want this, I deserve this, the same way they appeared in my locker room to say that they wanted me to have a shot at that championship, only for me to say no. I didn't need this tournament, I don't need this tournament, I don't need some let down of a partner who I can't trust, I could just go take what I deserve. The only thing that this tournament brings is a chance to beat up people I haven't before and even that's fucked itself right up the arse, but before I get on with chatting shit about someone I have beat over and over again, I think it's only fair I speak about my partner."
Her eyes still don't turn the camera as she cracks her knuckles.
"Most would be happy with a hall of fame partner, a former champion, a man who is a legend in this fucking sport, but I am not." Mackenzie states firmly. "I'm not because out of all the people in that hall of fame, I get stuck with a man who seems to want to do nothing but reply on Twitter to some plastic tattooed tart, make lecherous comments and try and get noticed. You're a fucking embarrassment man, get your head out of Amanda Cortez's arse and in to the game you fucking freak. How is any of our future opponents gonna take you seriously when your own fucking partner can't take you anywhere near serious?"
Finally, Mackenzie looks in to the camera, turning her head to the right.
"This is what you have in your hall of fame?" She says with a disgusted look on her face. "Just shameful."
She turns her head away from the camera again.
"If I was Jack Asher, I'd be more worried about him putting unwashed hands on him." Mackenzie says shaking her head. "Fuck, I'm not even touching those hands, I'll do the tagging with my hand to his head or something."
She bows her head.
"But that's something for you to worry about Jack, for me, I got no worries." She says casually. "Because I don't get that little dream of facing people I haven't faced before, I get to face someone that has been in the ring opposite London Underground before and wasn't really impressive."
Mackenzie grits her teeth as she utters the name.
"Char Kwan." She says with a slight shake of her head.
Mackenzie turns to face the camera full on.
"Your group and my group have done battle more than once." Mackenzie says quietly. "Tell me how many you've actually won? I'll wait."
Mackenzie pauses for a second.
"Was that none? A big fat fucking zero?" She questions. "Gamer Inc has never beaten London Underground, you have never beaten me, guess what sweetheart? Ain't gonna fucking beat me now. I can just imagine the look on your face reading that card and seeing who you was up against, I bet those feelings of fear pissed through your body and out again because you know you can't get one over on me, you never have been able to, and just cause you got a shiny new partner, doesn't mean your luck will change and you'll become this overnight superstar. Only chance you have on beating me is if you switched on Clash of the Champions and sat playing that for a few hours, cause in the real world, in a real ring, you've got nothing. You're overrated on that game and you've got fuck all to offer in the ring so don't expect to get past round one of Blast From The Past when you're up against me."
Mackenzie smirks, a touch of evil and cunning locked in her look.
"You're used to using game guides, right? Used to the old strategy guide guilt to show you how to win, correct?" Mackenzie questions. "So I'm gonna help you out with this one. If you want to win, here's what I suggest you do. Don't get in the ring, stay on the outside and hope your young fresh rookie can get out there and defeat a tired, rusty old pervert. Keep me out of the ring, because after this day, I'm looking for a tear up, and just pray your Mr Muscles can defeat my Mr Wanker. It's that simple, just try and keep it like that if you want to advance, because we both know you can't beat me. I think everyone knows that, but your partner is a bit of a wildcard, so if I was you, I'd use that and pray it's enough to get you through Char, because if you end up in the ring with me, you know what it's gonna be like, don't you?"
Mackenzie nods her head up and down.
"You know it's gonna be game over." She says firmly. "You know you're gonna be walking back in to that dressing room defeated again and looking at your stable mates faces knowing you flew the flag for them and the better stable in Sin City Wrestling took it down and pissed all over it. You're gonna have to face them with their looks of disappointment in their eyes and justify why you didn't get the job done. You've then gotta look in the mirror and ask yourself if one of your stable mates could have done any better. Don't take it too hard, you're not the worst out of your group, but your group was never gonna get past me."
Mackenzie crunches her knuckles.
"We're the big bad bosses you just can't beat, we're the ones that button mashing don't work against, we're the ones who are immortal." Mackenzie says in a firm tone. "We're the ones you waste your life on trying to get past, knowing you never could get past us. Years of trying will not help, because London Underground will always be the thorn in the side of Gamer Inc. We will always be the one's who will be kicking you down anytime you think you got a right to stand on your own two feet. We are gonna to show who the dominant stable is around here. It's not gonna be you, Wolfslair may step up at some point, but we have no history with them, but you Gamer Inc, you will forever be in the shadow of London Underground and on Sunday night Char, I will prove that once more that the big bad world of wrestling is not for you now and never will be."
Mackenzie narrows her eyes as she looks in to the camera.
"Clear enough for ya bitch?" She says with a smirk. "Enjoy your first little step in to Blast From The Past, it will be your one and only step in Blast From The Past."
Mackenzie walks away as the camera fades to black.
