Really, really odd week. Starting with Christian Underwood naming Despayre and I as number 1 contenders to the tag team titles.... ummmm, few weeks ago, he wanted me aiming higher and now I'm back in the tag division. Ok, whatever, I'm a team player, I'll go for whatever. Week got a lot stranger when Odette told me she was going back to Vegas and that I should stay on the islands with The Sins, and relax. I really don't wanna get used to this. Even through the mind fucking with Jordan thing, Odette and I still had time together, away, off camera, sneaking away while selling the illusion on everyone, but now, I'm across the world from her. Last time this happened, I was defending tag titles in Puerto Rico. Will never get used to this feeling.... what feeling you ask? This one.
My eyes blink rapidly as I wake up, looking at the empty side of the four poster, king sized bed I slept in last night. I lay on my side, reaching out my left hand, feeling at the empty space where Odette was meant to be.
I get why she went back. She missed the little animals we have running around the house. She missed them like crazy, I get that, but now I'm missing her like crazy. She doesn't know it but even when she leaves the room, I miss her, imagine how I feel now, feeling millions of miles away from her.
I roll my shoulders out, trying to force out the knots in my muscles as I slowly sit up, looking towards the light from the sun, creeping through the curtain's slight gap. I sit up, looking around the dimmed room, but the bedroom door busts open.
"O?" I say, the creakiness in my voice coming through.
"K?" A voice comes back.
"K?" I say confused.
My confusion ends abruptly as Despayre runs in to the room, jumping on the bed with Angel in his arms.
"Yeah." Despayre says looking at me "Most people follow O with K... except when Odette's around, she follows it with 'God' in the night. I didn't know she was so religious."
I bite me lower lip, looking at the now seated Despayre.
"Oh yeah, very religious." I say innocently "Wait, how did you get in here?"
"Door was open." Despayre says with a shrug.
"No it wasn't" I reply confused.
"It was after Angel played with the door handle." Despayre says.
Despayre picks up Angel, looking at his furry friend.
"He's better with locks than you are." Despayre says without looking at me.
A long yawn exits my lungs, my eyes closing tightly. I open them to see Despayre staring at me.
"What's up?" I ask
"The sun of course." Despayre says "And you should be too. Get out of bed"
I slip my leg from under the covers and put it on top of the covers.
"Ewwww!" Despayre yells out "Put that leg away! No one wants to see that!"
My head snaps towards Despayre
"What's wrong with my legs?" I ask.
"If you don't know that after all these years, I'm not gonna tell ya!" Despayre says, covering his eyes, and Angel's eyes.
I shake my head slowly and cover my leg.
"You might wanna leave the room Despy." I say quickly.
"Why?" Despayre says, peeking through his fingers.
"You know when O said I sleep naked..." I say, hiding a smile.
"Angel is still having nightmares about that!" Despayre says disgusted.
"Well it's true." I reply.
"OOOOOOOOOOOK THEN!" Despayre replies, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door. "Hurry up, Sins meeting in ten minutes."
Despayre heads out of the door.
"Why won't he have those legs fixed?" Despayre mumbles to Angel.
Despayre shuts the door behind him and I sit up straight, scratching my head.
"What's wrong with them?" I ask myself.
I put my feet out of bed and on the floor as the scene fades out.
Sins meetings are more common then people think. It's the reason why Despayre, Rage and I go in to every match ready for anything thrown at us. It's not a coincidence that we hold titles for a long time. It's because we sit here talking strategy and pick apart opponents. It's why it's only gonna be a matter of time before Despayre and I are champions again. The work on James Huntington Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca has already begun, but it's a while away, we need to focus on this new team, The Flying Jetts first. Although walking in to this meeting, doesn't exactly look like this one is all about business....
I walk through the door of the rented apartment I have for this leg of the tour. Looking down two door, I see Shane Boswell and Rage sitting at a table, jugs of orange juice on the table. Synn walks out of the apartment door, with Despayre and Angel in quick pursuit.
"Ten AM and the sun is already burning." I say to myself.
I reach to my back and pull my shirt over my head. I put my shirt over my shoulder and walk towards the group of Sins, as Synn and Despayre sit at the table. Despayre puts Angel on the table as I walk closer. I jump over a little wall and on to the terrace where the others sit. I look around the group as their attention turns to me.
"Morning." I say addressing the group.
"Take a seat." Synn says sternly.
"Feel like a naughty school boy being told off." I say, pulling the chair out and sitting down.
A wide smile crosses Synn's face. Shane shakes his head.
"You had to put that image in his head." Shane says, pointing to Synn.
"You're right Crosswell, that was wrong of me." I say turning away.
"Boswell!" Shane says through gritted teeth "Bos-fucking-well. B-O-S-W-E-L-L."
"I didn't know you could spell your own name." Rage say, his evil grin plastered over his face.
Shane turns his head to Rage.
"You can't even spell your own name, and it's only four letters long." Shane snaps back.
Rage tries to stand up, but Despayre's voice cuts him off.
"You two are acting like and old married couple." Despayre adds.
Both Shane and Rage look at Despayre, but Despayre shrugs.
"What?" He says innocently "Angel said it, I was just passing on the message, in case you two never heard him whisper it."
"Anyway gentlemen." Synn interjects. "To business"
"The Flying Jetts." I say, focusing.
"No, your wedding." Shane says.
I look around the group a little confused.
"We had a chat and decided I'm your best man." Rage throws in, drawing looks from the rest of the group.
"Wow!" Shane replies "We never agreed to that."
"I had a meeting with myself and I decided." Rage thunders out.
"Talking to yourself is not a good thing." Synn adds.
Despayre look at Angel, tapping the teddy bear on the head.
"And people think I'm the crazy one, but he talks to himself." Despayre adds.
Rage fires Despayre a look, but Despayre just smiles and waves at him. Synn puts his hands together as he stares at me.
"From what we gather." Synn starts "Wedding plans are going well."
I nod slowly
"Yeah." I say with a shrug "Things are going fine. A lot of stuff getting sorted out and all that."
"Except the best man thing." Synn states "It's about time you picked one I think."
I look around the table, looking at the candidates around me, my eyes moving from one to the other as each stare at me.
"I choose...." my words trail off.
I scratch my chin, looking around at them.
"You know the rest will be groomsmen, right?" I say, delaying the answering of the question.
"Just pick someone." Rage barks
I shrug my shoulders
"I'm gonna go with...." I delay again. "Um..."
"Who?" Shane asks
"Fantasia!" I reply with a smile.
"Fantasia?" Shane says shocked.
"She can't be a best man." Despayre adds "Angel says she doesn't have the parts to even be a man.... whatever that means."
I smile at the group, leaving back in the chair.
"If only you lot could see your faces." I say with a grin. "Priceless."
Despayre look on the table, spying Rage's phone and pulls it across the table.
"Hey!" Rage yells.
Despayre ignores his, picking up the phone and tapping in a pin code.
"How'd he know that?" Rage asks.
Despayre hits the camera app, before smiling and taking a picture of himself. Despayre lifts the phone, admiring his face.
"You're right Gabriel." Despayre says "My face is priceless."
Despayre slides the phone back to Rage, an unimpressed look crosses the big man's face. Synn looks across the table, burning a hole in me.
"You still haven't answered the question." Synn says "Who's it to be?"
I scratch the side of my head.
I wonder if I could do a disappearing trick right about now?
"Don't even think about pulling a disappearing trick on us right now" Synn says firmly
Scary fucker can read minds now?
"Look..." I start, looking for the words "Let's not worry about being best man or anything like that right now. All you lot need to know is to start looking at Armani, think about which parts of this bachelor party you're planning, and we'll worry about the whole best man thing another time."
The group look around each other disgruntled. Synn looks at Shane.
"I should think you'd be more worried about stocking up on bandages than who is to be best man." He says with a smile
"Why would I worry about stocking up on bandages?" Shane asks "Why would I even need to!?"
"Despy" I start "... Armani suit...."
"Aw fuck me..." Shane says with a shake of his head
"You're very secretive about this wedding." Synn comments.
"We're just trying to sort it out, then we'll announce it all." I start "We wanna get everything set and then you guys will be the first to know."
I stand up, looking at the disappointed group.
"How about I cheer you lot up?" I say with a smile.
"With Ice Cream?" Despayre says, his face lighting up.
"Sure." I start "But for the people who like to see me risk me life."
"*Cough*Rage*Cough*" Despayre splutters out, drawing a look from Rage
"How about an illusion?" I say with a smile
....
"You got what I need?" I ask Shane as I look at the waters of the apartment complex swimming pool.
Shane puts down a huge box behind me.
"Yeah." He starts "Do you know how hard it is to find chains and padlocks on an island like this?"
I turn to smile as Synn, Despayre, and Rage walk towards me.
"Don't worry." Despayre reassures me "I have Angel on lifeguard duty in case anything goes wrong."
Despayre points to the lifeguard chair to my right, where Angel is perched on top.
"What are we doing here today?" Rage huffs.
Synn looks through the box, lifting up thick chains.
"By the looks of things" He starts "Something kinky."
I turn my head to look at Synn, slowly shaking it.
"I want you lot to chain me to this chair." I say pointing at the chair nearby "Then kick me in the pool, where I could end up drowning."
"That's what I like to hear" Rage says with a smile.
"I'll even let you kick me in there, if you want." I tell Rage.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" The smiling Rage says.
He reaches in to the box, pulling out chains and padlocks, as I position the chair across the edge of the pool, the back legs inches away from the water. I sit down as Rage and Synn start to wrap the chains around me, lifting it around me. A smile crosses my face.
"You know, you two are the worst looking assistants I've ever had." I comment.
Synn and Rage stop for a second, Rage looking at me closely.
"I'd be careful what you say while I have you chained to chair." Synn remarks.
I tilt my head as Rage pulls the chain extra tight, pulling it around me and putting a padlock in place. The metal pushes in to my skin as an uncomfortable look crosses my face. Synn pulls a chain over my shoulder, underneath the chair and pulls it tight, chaining my body to the chair, as he puts a padlock across it. Rage takes another chain, a long chain and wraps it around my body twice, looping it around. A crowd start to gather as Rage steps back, admiring his handy work. Synn pulls one more chain out of the box, crossing it over my upper body. He keeps it in place with a padlock and steps back.
"Now just kick me in and I'll be back with you all very soon." I tell them.
Rage doesn't need telling twice as he puts a huge foot up and kicks me backwards in to the water, the chilled temperature covering my body as I sink to the bottom. I wiggle my hands, but the chains are wrapped too tightly around me.
I think maybe they did these up a little too tight.
Holding my breath and struggling, I try to free my leg, kicking away at the chains, but having no luck.
Time to kick the camera to the outside, a magician never reveals his tricks.
"He's been down there for a while." Shane says to Synn, his voice lowered so Despayre doesn't hear.
"I'm sure it's nothing, he usually takes his time." Synn replies "Always the showman."
"Has he drowned yet?" Rage says "Cause I really wanna get out of this sun."
The crowd look on, whispering to each other. The water starts to bubble, slowly at first, causing the crowd to turn their attention back to the pool. The bubbles start to rise faster as steam starts to rise from the top of the water, as if the water is heating. Bigger bubbles start to pop on the surface, before an explosion of water fires up in to the air, shooting up in a straight line, twirling like a tornado. A huge bang is heard as the water flies everywhere. People guard their faces as water flies in every direction. I sit on top of the diving board, looking down at the surprised crowd, before whistling loudly, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Shit." Rage says loudly "He's done it again!"
The crowd look up as I stand up on the diving board, clapping politely as I jump off, landing in the pool. After a few seconds, I resurface, swimming towards the group of sins and putting my hands on the side of the pool, pulling myself out.
"Better luck killing me off next time." I tell Rage, tapping him on the shoulder.
I acknowledge the waiting crowd with a thumbs up and a smile as the scene fades out to black.
Peering from the front porch of the rented apartment, I look out over the ocean. Stepping towards the wooden rail, the floorboards creak under my feet. I lean on the rail, my arms and elbows pushing down on the flat surface as the thoughts rush through my mind.
So I go from headlining a supercard, to being told I'm going for tag titles again, to taking on a completely new team by the name of The Flying Jetts. I'm all for welcoming new teams to SCW, hell, I wish there was more, like the old days some people have told me about, where even top single wrestlers were in teams. I guess no one trusts anyone these days. Flying Jetts, Flying Jetts, these guys clearly trust each other and trust goes a long way in tag team matches, but so does the trust Despayre and I share. This might be the first legitimate team Despayre and I have faced in a long time.
I clear my throat and start to speak.
"Always hard to come from somewhere else very unexpected to get thrown in to the deep end against the number one contenders for the tag team titles, I guess the Flying Jetts may have been surprised to find themselves against us on their SCW debut, as surprised as we were to be told we were facing a team just coming over from ACW. Fortunately, we are ready for anyone to step in to our paths to test themselves against us, but believe me when I say, this will be a test that you Flying Jetts will fail. I have to admit my surprise to see us against you two gentlemen, and I have done my research against you. You two seem strangely familiar, like a copy of The Surf Boys, but that doesn't worry me, cause they too, have fallen against us."
A smile breaks out on my face
"I know many are seeing this as an easy win for us, a nice little warm up before we go for the tag titles at the next supercard, but we take every challenge seriously, we take every team serious, but it all comes down to the same thing, victory for us. It all comes down to the simple fact that we refuse to lose, we refuse to lay down for anyone and we will not be laying down for this one either. There's a bigger goal on the horizon, a bigger match, tag team championships on the horizon, something that one day, you two gentlemen must aspire to win. I know what must be running through your minds right now. If you can defeat us, then you two can demand your way in to the tag title match at the supercard but I'm afraid you will only end up disappointed if you get those hopes up too high. You're not coming here being the big fish in a small pond, you're coming here to be the little fish in a very big pond and we are the sharks, we are the big fish around here and it's a shame your debuts happen to be against us, because you will not hit the ground running."
I stand up straight.
"Everyone knows that when they come from ACW, they need to hit the ground running, get amongst the SCW roster and make waves. Last week, Cyrus King did that, last week, Steve Ramone did that. They instantly got involved with the SCW roster and made it clear they were here. You two on the other hand, sat there and became just a face in the crowd. It's disappointing to see that you wanna do that, because you could have been known to the fans as a team that wants success, wants to be known. Instead, you just turn up for this match and expect people to urge you on to win, but Jason, Jeremy, unfortunately, no one really cares about you until you do something that will make you remembered, but it will not come by defeating us. The rest of SCW might not take you serious, but just because you're our opponents, I take you very seriously. I take everyone seriously and that's what drives me on to win. I can already pick apart your weaknesses, your immaturity, your recklessness, and I will use that to my advantage, I will take everything you have and turn it around on you."
My eyes peer over the ocean, the moonlight shining down upon the waves. Without looking at the camera, I continue to speak.
"If I were you fellas, I'd just try to look as good as possible, because you won't be walking out of this one winning. You won't be stepping away with your first ever SCW victory, we will not fall at your feet. We will be taking this one home, and using you two as an example to James Huntington-Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca. I hope the champs are watching this match, because this will be a good insight in to what we will do against them. This will be a good example to how we will destroy them and become champions again. We will use this match as a warning shot to the champions and to any future challengers. Sinful Obsession are coming back strong, we're coming back fighting and we're coming back to show that we are the best tag team champions Sin City Wrestling have ever had, and we will be again."
I look deep in camera once more.
"We're coming to play, Flying Jetts, think you can handle that? Think you can handle us? I don't, We're coming to show everyone why we are number one contenders to the tag team championship."
I turn around, just moving my head back to look in to the camera one last time.
"Believe that!"
I turn to face the door, walking in to the apartment as the scene fades to black.
