I told you so! What did I fucking tell you people?! I said I was going to walk into that rematch on Climax Control and take back the World Heavyweight title, but still certain people doubted. Especially Jeremiah Hardin. He really thought he was going to beat me a second time, this time without help? Fucking idiot! And you know what that makes me now?
A three-time World Heavyweight Champion! Only the second guy on the roster to do that and the first that really matters, because Drake Green does what so many others have done. He comes back and sets his sights on the Word Heavyweight Championship. Somehow, he ends up winning the damn thing because the fucker that he faced was too worthless to let Drake lose and you know what happens? Drake goes on to lose the fucking belt not long after and he fucking disappears again.
That shit ain’t gonna happen this time. The circumstances surrounding how I won, lost and then won the title back in the first place might be a little hectic and controversial in their own way, but that shit doesn’t matter to me. The fact is that I AM a three time World Heavyweight Champion and I’m NOT going to lose the title so soon after I just got it back from Hardin.
I still have my doubters. That’s is pretty fucking obvious, but let people think what they want to think because I don’t give a shit if you doubt me. Doubting me only motivates me to prove all you fuckers wrong, because I’ll stand back and just fucking smile when I crush the predictions you have. Especially if you’re one of the FEW people who still put your faith in Jeremiah Hardin.
Let me break it down for you people, if you didn’t get the hint last week. Jeremiah Hardin can’t win the title on his own. That much is VERY fucking clear. He tried last week and he failed. So, unless you people know something I don’t, Jeremiah Hardin is not a person you want to be betting on. I’d tell you to bet on Drake or J sooner than I would tell you to EVER put money on Jeremiah getting the title back.
But, those two assholes aren’t going to win either. I’m not letting this title go. I refuse to let the title slip away to a washed up retired has-been, an annoying past his time little prick, and a cheater. Just ain’t happening.
They’re gonna have to pry the title from my cold, dead hands.
Sunday April 30th
Boston, MA
After Climax Control
What a fucking night! Not that I had any doubt that it would happen, but my World Heavyweight Championship is back where it belongs. And it’s going to stay that way. And let me tell ya, what a difference two weeks makes, because Jeremiah Hardin was lacking a bit this week. Gee...wonder why that could be?
It’s pretty fucking obvious. The douchebag didn’t have any help from J2H and he wasn’t as strong as he was in that last match so I’m guessing the voo-doo vibes were in the back where they belong. And it fucking paid off! I’m a three-time World Heavyweight Champion! I’m fucking going to the main event at Into The Void which is where I fucking belong.
I’m not one to celebrate very often, if ever, but tonight just calls for it. It’s just me and Kittie, as it has been for a while now, and as much as shit gets too quiet at times without being around Despayre or the others, it’s really how I prefer it to be. I don’t know what we intend to do tonight, but considering I’m not a fan of Boston as it is, I’d much rather just go back to the hotel and celebrate there.
Kittie is carrying my World Heavyweight title proudly for me, and I’m carrying our bags as we are walking out of the arena. She’s blabbering away about something, but I couldn’t tell ya what the hell she’s saying because I’m tuning it out the entire walk to our car. Just as we’re a few feet away from the car and I hit the unlock button on the key, I hear a voice behind me that stops me dead in my tracks.
“Jake?†She says. And by she, I mean someone I never wanted to see again. Her voice sounds older and frailer than I remember, but like I give a shit.
Kittie turns around, but I keep my back to her. I glance at Kittie from the corner of my eye and her eyes are wide as she stares at the woman standing behind me. Kittie elbows me, but I don’t move. I can’t, because I don’t want to face this bitch behind me.
“Jake, please turn around and talk to me.†She says and I close my eyes, still refusing to turn around.
I drop mine and Kittie’s bags on the ground and feel my hands clench into fists. Everything in me is telling me not to turn around. Not to face this woman, but Kittie elbows me again, harder this time and my eyes shoot open. I take in a deep breath and let out a quiet growl as I slowly turn around to face her. For the first time in just about two years, I come face to face with my mother, and the reunion is not a pleasant one. Not for me anyway.
“The fuck are you doing here?†I snap at her. The truth is, I don’t give a shit why she’s here. The fact is that she’s here, but this little conversation won’t last long, because I’m not interested in anything she has to say.
“I heard your company was in town,†she says and takes a step closer to me. I hold up my hand, warning her not to walk any further and she stops. “I wanted to see you. I had hoped Phillip would be with you.â€
My eyes narrow angrily at her. How fucking dare she bring up Phillip after what happened last time she saw him. I shake my head and keep my fists clenched at my sides. “Well he’s not. So you can hop back in your car and fucking leave.â€
She shakes her head. “I can’t do that. Not yet. I’d really like to talk to you.â€
“He has nothing to say to you, lady.†Kittie chimes in before I can respond. She takes a step forward in my defense, and my bitch mother turns her attention to her. “You may have given birth to him, but you’re not his mother. You’re not his family, so just leave us alone.â€
My mother smiles. The bitch actually SMILES, but almost in a mocking way. “You must be the woman who has stolen his heart?†She asks, unimpressed. “Kittie, is it?â€
Kittie snarls at her. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am.†She adjusts the title over her shoulder and offers my mother a smug grin. “And you’re the bitch who gave birth to him and treated him like shit before tossing him in a psychiatric ward when he was a kid. Let’s place bets on who he loves more?â€
My mother shakes her head. She opens her mouth to speak, but I take a step forward, standing between her and Kittie, and glaring at her. “I’d choose your words carefully, Mother, because if you even think about insulting or threatening my fiancee in any way, I won’t hesitate to have her permanently break your hips.â€
She turns her attention back to me and frowns. “I wouldn’t dream of insulting someone I don’t even know, but clearly you have found your perfect match.†She states, and I’m fairly sure it’s a backhanded compliment. I’ll let it slide for now though. “I was actually hoping to talk to you about Ember.â€
Kittie and I both go wide-eyed and my hands quickly unclench as I just blink for a few moments. I look to Kittie, and neither of us knows what to say but I end up turning back to my mother, trying to figure out what to say to her, if anything. “Ember?’
She nods. “Yes. Ember. Jake, were you ever going to tell me I had a granddaughter?â€
I let out a loud laugh and bring my hand up, running it over my head. “You don’t have a granddaughter. So let’s try not to make a bigger deal out of this shit than it is.†I reach down and pick up our bags, ready to leave. She sees this and immediately takes a step closer to me.
“It IS a big deal, Jake!†She shouts at me, almost pleading with me. “That beautiful little girl has my blood running through her veins. She IS my granddaughter whether you want to admit it or not.â€
I let out a loud growl and she jumps back. “FUCK YOU!†I shout, unable to hold my anger in any longer. “I don’t know how you fucking found out about Ember, but I don’t really give a shit. I’m not her father. You’re not her grandmother, so don’t try and try and spin the family bullshit on me, because I’ve never been a part of the Sullivan family. Not really. So again, fuck you!â€
“Electra came to see me.†She admits, and I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m pissed off, but I should have known Electra would do something like that. “She’s a lovely woman, and from what I’ve been told, Ember is an amazing little girl. Why you would refuse to be a part--â€
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!†I shout even louder this time, dropping our bags again in the process. “What the fuck are you getting at, lady?! What the fuck are you trying to do here other than royally pissing me off?!†She stares at me, growing terrified. She’d never seen me this angry before, but I won’t hesitate to let her witness my anger in all it’s dangerous glory, because maybe it’ll keep her the fuck away from me in the future.
“I...I’m not trying to do anything, Jake!†She says, taking a step further back from me. “I just don’t want to see a little girl suffer because--â€
“Because of the mistakes YOU and my piece of shit father made?!†I snap at her. I can feel Kittie’s eyes watching me the entire time, and if it weren’t for the fact that she is here right now, I probably would have done something I’d regret later. “That kid is better off not being a part of this fucked up family of yours, lady. She’s doomed as it is have the Sullivan blood running through her veins, but being introduced to you? I wouldn’t torture her like that.â€
Her eyes well up and I can see she is about to cry. “Well...it’s going to happen. Next week, actually. Electra is bringing her here to Boston to meet Ashley and I.â€
I close my eyes, feeling the rage building even more. I feel like I’m about to go fifty shades of postal on this bitch, but a few moments later Kittie reaches her hand towards me and grips my arm. I immediately feel myself relaxing just a little bit, but when I open my eyes to look at my mother again, I just feel like being sick.
“Do whatever the fuck you want to do, lady.†I finally tell her. “Just keep me the hell out of it. And keep Phillip out of it, because he doesn’t need your shit either.†I warn her.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.†She pleads again. But, sadly for her, no amount of pleading is going to change my view on her. Ever. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, Jake. I won’t stand here and deny that to you, and I wouldn’t deny it to Phillip if given the chance. I just want a chance to make things right before…†She chokes up and her voice trails off as a tear rolls down her cheek. I don’t even bother asking her what she meant by that, because I don’t fucking care.
“Almost thirty years is a little fucking late for that.†I snarl at her. “You have no one to blame but yourself, so do us both a favor and quit wasting both our time trying to get me to forgive you, because it ain’t gonna happen.â€
She starts crying now. Full on bawling as she turns to Kittie, taking a pleading step towards her. “Kittie, please. Help me here. He loves you. He listens to you.â€
She lets out a laugh and shakes her head. “Loves me, sure. Listens to me?†She grins. “Not so much. And why should I do anything to help you? He’s my fiancee. I’m not going to force him to do shit he doesn’t want to do. Especially where you are concerned.â€
For a second, I think the bitch is going to pass out right in front of us, and a part of me is hoping she does. She brings her hand up to her forehead and just takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, and I look at Kittie, quietly telling her to head towards the car.
“I’m sorry, Jake.†My mother says again, but no amount of apologies will matter. “I failed you as a mother, I know. I failed Phillip. But I’m so proud of you for finding a strong woman to stand by your side.†She looks to Kittie again before looking back to me, running out of things to say.
“Well I’m just soooo glad you’re proud of me, Mother.†I say very sarcastically. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and turn around and disappear from my life for good?â€
“I can see now that it really is too late.†She finally gives in as I reach down and pick up our bags again. “Congratulations on your championship win and on your upcoming wedding. Despite the circumstances, as I said before, I’m really proud of you, Jake. You’re my first born son and you’ve made a life for yourself that your father and I clearly couldn’t give you.â€
I roll my eyes and say nothing back as I turn my back to her. I hear her sniffle a few times and nothing else is said between the three of us. I listen as she walks away, followed by the sound of a car door closing and a few moments later the car drives off out of the parking lot. But I can’t move. Seeing her again just brought on this deep rooted hatred and anger towards her...towards my father and my sister. I feel myself start shaking as I close my eyes, and the anger starts to grow unstable.
Kittie suddenly wraps her arms around my midsection, embracing me. It’s as if she could sense the anger just dying to be unleashed and she wants to calm me down before I do anything stupid. I take in a few deep breaths and start to relax, but not fast enough.
“Don’t let that shit bother you, Rage.†She tells me, trying to calm me down faster. “And don’t let it ruin your good mood.â€
“A little late for that.†I respond, breathing slowly.
“Well I think I might know a good way for you to unleash some of that pent up frustration you have going on.†I can tell from her tone just where she is headed with this, and I couldn’t agree more. Not that it wasn’t already planned for tonight, but when one of us is angry, it’s a good indication of how the night is going to end.
“I don’t know, Kittie.†I say as I turn around to face her with a wicked grin on my face. “You think you can handle me unleashing all of this on you?†As if I needed to ask that. She grins right back at me, but says nothing as she walks around me and heads to the car with a shrug of her shoulders. I quickly follow behind her, knowing she’s just teasing me, again. Trying to piss me off even more.
At least this night will end on a high note...literally.
The more I think about it, the more I’m glad and relieved that I let Kittie stick around with me not only on this tour but in SCW as a whole. It’s a damn good thing I have her in my life, especially the last few weeks, because if I didn’t, I’d probably be in some major shit right now. Other than the really great angry sex, I don’t know how she has managed to help bring my anger back down to a manageable level.
I never saw myself as the type of guy to ever get married. I know shit can change, but I’ve never had the patience to deal with a woman long enough to consider spending the rest of our lives together. I figured it would lead to one of us murdering the other with a pillow at night or some shit. But...shit with Kittie is just different. As much as she likes to push my damn buttons, and I do the same to her, things would just be weird as hell without her, and I think she’d say the same about me if you were to ask her.
She also supports me in SCW and makes sure I focus when I need to, because she knows how much I’ve wanted to succeed. She knows how hard I’ve worked my ass off for this place. Kittie might not be one of those vocal cheerleader valet types you’ve seen standing at ringside screaming and yelling and causing a huge scene just for attention, but her quiet support is enough.
And it will be enough. She’s also a huge reason why I’ve been fighting so damn hard. Not just for myself and to make myself proud, but to make her proud too. To make her look better for being with an asshole like me, because I know people find it strange that she’s with me. But, fuck them. Let them think what they want. For whatever reason, Kittie and I just click, and that’s how it’s gonna be.
No offense to Melody Grace, but at least Kittie doesn’t beg me to take her on all these extravagant trips every damn week. At least Kittie is not like the blonde bitch Drake is married to and trying to convince people every damn day on Twitter that her marriage is so perfect, when Drake is probably somewhere drinking himself into oblivion because his wife is so annoying. And at least Kittie isn’t like that voo-doo crazy bitch Diamond or Darknyss or whichever the fuck member of the Fallen Jeremiah Hardin is engaged to. Not that it fucking matters, because they’re all weird as shit and not worth paying attention to anyway.
I’m not worried about being part of a “Golden Couple†status like J2H. I couldn’t give a fuck about making movies or some stupid shit like that like Drake does. And I certainly don’t hang around a bunch of uninteresting idiots like Jeremiah Hardin does. I’m only worried about one thing.
Keeping this damn World Heavyweight Championship around my waist. And at Into The Void VI, I plan to do just that, by any means necessary.
Monday May 1st
Considering how late Kittie and I were up releasing some “steam†and “celebrating†last night, I don’t know how the hell either of us managed to get out of bed this morning. Me specifically. Kittie was able to fall asleep at some point, but I’ve pretty much been awake for over twenty-four hours, with no time to sleep anytime soon. Our flight out of Boston is in a few hours as we’re getting ready to leave Boston, but before we do, there’s one stop I want to make, and not only does it surprise me, but it surprises Kittie, too.
I’m driving our rental car through the front gate to Forest Hills Cemetery. I hadn’t been here in about two years, but given the confrontation I had yesterday with my mother, I needed a little satisfaction in visiting the grave I was here to visit. But Kittie is more than confused.
“What the hell are we doing here?†She turns her attention from her window, to me behind the wheel. “We have a flight in a few hours you know.â€
I nod as I try to remember where at he is buried. And by he, I mean my piece of shit father. “Yeah no shit. But I need to stop here just for a few minutes. Just don’t give me shit, alright?â€
She lets out a laugh and shakes her head. “Alright, fine. I just don’t see the point. The guy has been dead for almost three years and he meant nothing to you anyway.â€
“I know he didn’t.†I say, turning the car down one of the smaller roads in the cemetery. “Maybe I just need to make sure he’s still fucking dead? Maybe I just need to stare at his headstone for a bit and actually feel a sense of relief for a bit?â€
She shakes her head again, but she doesn’t say anything in response. I finally stop my car along the edge of the grass, looking just out the window. I spot the large headstone marking my father’s grave. If I had any say in it, that bastard wouldn’t have even gotten that shit. He would have been buried in an unmarked grave. Hell, he might not have been buried at all.
I leave the engine running as I’m not planning to be here very long, and I turn to look at Kittie. She’s about to get out of the car, but I grab her arm and stop her. “Stay in the car. I won’t be long.â€
“What?†She asks, confused. “You don’t need to do this alone, Rage.â€
“Yeah, I do.†I respond with a nod. “Just stay here, alright? There’s no reason for you to come with me.â€
“Whatever.†She says, sitting back in her seat, folding her arms and pouting.
I roll my eyes and let out a sigh before I open my door and get out of the car. I walk the few hundred feet before I stop just over my father’s grave, staring down at his headstone.
MICHAEL SULLIVAN
DEVOTED HUSBAND, BELOVED FATHER
I let out a laugh as I put my hand on the headstone and squat down. I can feel Kittie’s eyes watching me the entire time, but I don’t turn around to acknowledge her.
“Heya Dad.†I say out loud as if I am speaking to him. My voice is full of contempt and hate, even after now that he has been dead for almost three years. “Are ya proud of me, old man? Are ya watching down, smiling with pride like a father should?â€
I let out another laugh and shake my head. “No. Of course you’re not.†I say. “My guess is that you’re down below, getting some special treatment from Satan himself like you should be. The fact is, I don’t give a shit if you’re proud of me or not. I’m glad you’re dead, you son of a bitch. It gives me great joy to be standing over your grave while I’m up here living my life like you tried to stop me from doing when I was a kid.â€
I stand back up, but I keep my eyes on the headstone. I stop speaking for a moment as I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, feeling the light breeze hit my face. I open my eyes a few seconds later, and stare at his name. “I’ve made a name for myself. I’ve made a successful career in SCW. I’m the champ now and I’m even engaged to someone a million times better than your slutty wife is. And I did it all on my--â€
“What the hell are you doing?!†A voice cuts me off quickly and when I spin around, surprised, I come face to face with yet another woman I had no desire to ever see again. My bitch of a sister, Ashley.
“The fuck does it look like I’m doing?!†I snap back at her. Kittie is prepared to get out of our car but I hold my hand up, stopping her. Ashley turns around for a moment, glaring at her, and when she turns her attention back to me, she’s even more angry.
“Well it seems to me that upsetting our mother wasn’t enough to you, but now you have to stand over our father’s grave and speak ill about him, too!†She shouts, taking a few steps towards me. “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to get some help. A serious amount of it, if I’m honest.â€
I laugh at her, feeling the anger start to rise in the pit of my stomach. “Well if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, then I don’t know what the fuck is.†I say and I turn my back to her. I can hear her walking towards me, but I stand where I’m at, hoping she dares to lay a hand on me. I hear the car door closing a few moments later, but when I glance back, Kittie is just standing against the car, watching on carefully.
“You’re almost thirty-eight years old, Jake.†She says, not needing to remind me. “Grow the fuck up. Mom was just trying to apologize to you. Trying to make things right with what little time she has left and you treated her like shit! And then you felt the need to come here to our father’s grave? For what reason?!â€
What little time she has left? I spin around and face Ashley again, keeping my temper under control for the moment. “First, I don’t need a reason to visit his grave, Ashley. It’s his fault my childhood was as fucked up as it is, and he’s dead, so I just needed to feel a little better at the moment. And what the fuck do you mean with what little time she has left?â€
Ashley rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh please. Don’t act like you care now.â€
“I don’t.†I say with an amused grin that she doesn’t return. “Color me curious, though.â€
She folds her arms and glances back to Kittie behind us and shakes her head before she turns her attention back to me. “Not that you care, but Mom is dying. She doesn’t have but a few months to live and she was hoping that your company being in Boston this weekend was a sign that she could fix things with you and Phillip. She’s absolutely heartbroken right now, and you and your wretched fiancee don’t even care!â€
Kittie takes a step forward, but I secretly signal her to stand back. She does so reluctantly as I turn my focus back to Ashley, glaring at her angrily for her choice of words. “Watch what you say about Kittie, because you have no room to talk about being wretched. Spoiled little bitch.â€
Her jaw drops open and she lets out a laugh. “You clearly know nothing, Jake! You and Phillip weren’t the only ones who had it bad when we were younger, but you’re certainly dead set on keeping up this woe is me bullshit attitude you have going on. You need to move on. You need to learn to forgive, especially our mother because the only one who was really to blame for what happened to you was our father.â€
“And you’re standing here giving me shit for speaking bad about him right over his grave?!†I shout back, shaking my head. “You’re really something else, you know that?â€
“Look, even if you don’t want to let our mother make things right with you, can you at least talk to Phillip?†She pleads with me, and I roll my eyes. “Even though you’re my brother, too, I can’t convince you to do something you don’t want to do because I didn’t live with you all those years. I lived with Phillip.â€
I shake my head. “I’m not saying shit to Phillip.†I growl at her. I wish they’d just forget about Phillip already, but I guess they won’t. “After what happened last time you saw Phillip, I’d suggest you just forget ever having any contact with him ever again. I’m not going to risk having him have a setback because of you or that old hag of a mother of ours. I don’t give a shit if she’s dying.â€
“I can’t believe how unbelievably selfish you are!†She throws her hands in the air. Kittie takes a few steps towards us, but I again signal her to stand back. I want to handle this situation, even though I can feel my blood pressure starting to rise.
“Selfish?!†I ask, shocked she even had the nerve to suggest I was being selfish after what I just said. “I’m the one who has helped Phillip the last two years! I was the one who got him out of that fucking hospital after he tried to kill himself because of what your fucking family put him through! ME! NOT YOU!â€
“He needed to be in that hospital, Jake!†She snaps back. “He tried to take his own life and he needed doctors to help him! Taking him out of the hospital could have set him back and just caused him to actually attempt it again only succeed the second time!â€
I take a threatening step towards her. “Shows what you know, bitch! He was happier the second he got out of Boston!â€
“Where is he?†She asks me, looking back to our rental car and Kittie. “Where is Phillip? Doesn’t he normally come to these shows with you?â€
I clench my fists. This bitch is relentless and she’s worse than our mother. “That’s none of your fucking business. Leave Phillip the fuck alone, because if you don’t, you’ll just have me to deal with and when you piss me off, things get really fucking ugly. Which you’re close to finding out.â€
“I’m not giving up on this.†She warns me and I snarl at her. “I’ll go to Vegas myself if I have to. I was able to find you, so trust me when I say it shouldn’t be that difficult to find Phillip. He needs to know about our mother.â€
Kittie finally ignores me and starts walking over to us. Ashley turns around and sees Kittie heading towards us, and she apparently wants no part of a confrontation with her. She turns her attention back to me for a moment. “This isn’t over, Jake. If you don’t tell Phillip about our mother, I will. And don’t think I’m lying. But go ahead and concern yourself with your silly career and some worthless title to try and make yourself feel better. All I care about is helping our mother.â€
Kittie walks up and stands next to me, glaring at Ashley. Ashley doesn’t even acknowledge her as she turns around and walks away, heading back to her own car. I’m shaking with anger once again as I watch her get into her car and drive away. Once she’s out of sight, I let out a frustrated growl as I spin around, bring my leg forward and kick my father’s headstone with one angry and powerful kick. It breaks in half and Kittie jumps back, shocked at what I just did.
“Dude…†Is all she can say, at a loss for words.
I bring my hands up and grip my head, starting to lose control again. “I knew coming to Boston was a fucking bad idea, Kittie! I knew it! It just brings up a lot of bullshit that I can’t fucking deal with!â€
I start pacing back and forth over my father’s grave and Kittie tries to grab my arm, but it doesn’t work. She tries a couple more times before she’s able to get a grip on my wrist and stop me. I turn and stare at her, breathing heavily from the frustration.
“Look, I wasn’t going to suggest this because I wasn’t sure if it would work or not, but I think I have a way for you to unleash a serious amount of that anger.†She tells me, and I can see the concern on her face.
“This ain’t exactly the place for that shit, Kittie.†I say, immediately thinking she’s suggesting our normal way of letting off some steam, but she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“I’m not talking about sex, idiot!†She yells at me. “There’s this place in Dallas called The Anger Room that I think would really help you out a lot. I heard about it a while back and was waiting for the right time to suggest it to you. And considering I don’t want you trashing our house anymore, this might be a better idea.â€
“The Anger Room?†I ask.
“Yeah.†She replies. “Basically, you pay so much for a certain amount of time and you get to just fucking destroy the room with no consequences. You can set the room up anyway you like, too. And, I think I have a pretty interesting idea for you.â€
I laugh and shake my head. “Now you WANT me to destroy a damn room? Make up your mind!â€
“This is a cheaper way to do it, asshole!†She barks back at me, slapping my chest. “I haven’t even seen what you did to the trophy room at home yet and we haven’t gotten a bill for the damages you caused back in Phillie. This will only cost like a hundred bucks. If even that!â€
I think about it for a few minutes as my breathing slows and my blood pressure starts to return to normal. I let my hands drop down to my sides and I let out a sigh as I look back to her. “Alright, fine. I’ll fucking try anything at this point.â€
“Good.†She says as she puts her hand on my back. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here before someone sees you and what you did to your father’s headstone. Your bitch of a sister might have you arrested and I don’t really feel like dealing with that shit.â€
“Just get me the fuck out of Boston, Kittie.†I feel defeated as I shake my head and start walking towards the car.
Kittie follows behind me and I’m so ready to get the hell out of Boston, but depending on what happens at the airport, we could be stuck here for several more hours as it seems we’ll be making a detour to Dallas before heading back to Las Vegas for the rest of the week.
Well Boston lived up to its expectations, both in and out of SCW. I knew I’d be walking into Boston with nothing but that I’d be walking out with my title back in my possession and I was right. But, from the moment I heard I was being booked in that shithold city, something told me I wasn’t going to escape the city without some reminder of my fucked up family.
And I was right.
You see, my birth mother and sister would like to MAKE you believe that they have good intentions. That they feel horrible about what happened when me and Phil were kids. Well...at least my mother would try and spin that shit. Ashley just doesn’t give a fuck apparently, and yet she calls me the selfish one. So leave it up to them to try and ruin my fucking moment. Leave it up to the fucking Sullivan women to try and bring me down from the high I was feeling over winning back my title.
Hate is a strong word, I will admit, but I really fucking hate those women. Just as much as I hated my father. If Kittie weren’t around, I’d probably be sitting my as in jail right now with no possibility of being bailed out, and my life and career would be fucking over. All because of those two bitches.
And if it weren’t for Kittie, I also wouldn’t have found out about this Anger Room thing. I didn’t even know this shit was a thing, but I guess it is. And, against my better judgement, I’m going to give it a shot and see what it’s all about. Kittie said she’s taking care of the entire set up for me, which if I’m honest, fucking scares the shit out of me, because fuck only knows what she’s come up with. But I trust her, and she knows that.
I just don’t like the fact that we have to make a stop in Dallas just to test this theory of her’s, but apparently Dallas is the only place that has this Anger Room. I fucking hate Texas about as much as I hate Boston. I just want to get back to Las Vegas to relax for a few days before heading off to New York to focus on all the promotional shit that comes with a supercard...and with being the World Heavyweight Champion.
Tuesday May 2nd
Dallas, Texas
The Anger Room
“Kittie, is all this really fucking necessary?†I stop as we’re heading up to the entrance. I’m referring to the outfit she’s told me to wear. Dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. I’m pretty sure who I’m made up to look like, the exception being I have no hair.
“Yes it is.†She turns and looks at me with a laugh as she keeps walking. “Now quit being such an ass and let’s go.â€
I roll my eyes and let out a growl as she stops by the front door and opens it. As much as I trust her judgement, I look like a fucking dumbass as I sulk my way into the building dressed like a fool. She follows behind me with a laugh and we head up to the front desk, where some young kid is standing by a computer. He takes one look at me and grins.
“You must be here for The Walking Dead special.†He says.
“Gee...what gave that away?†I snarl. Kittie elbows me in my side, but it has little effect on me as I just glare at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I’d say it was the lackluster Negan costume.†He quips back as he starts typing something into the computer. “Looks pretty close minus the being bald thing.â€
My nostrils flare out and I ball my hand up into a fist where he can see it. Kittie clears her throat and he turns her attention to him. “You’ll have to forgive my bald-headed eternally angry fiancee.†She tries to be as polite as possible.
The kid laughs and shakes his head. “It’s not a problem, miss. Dealing with anger is part of the job description here. It’s why we offer these services anyway. It really does help, though.â€
“Maybe for other people.†I chime in. “But I’m fairly sure ya never had to deal with someone like me before. Trust me when I say you don’t even know the half of it, kid.â€
He laughs again and then reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a bat. He places the bat right in front of me, but it’s no ordinary bat. It’s covered in barbed wire- an exact replica of Lucille from The Walking Dead. I take one look at it and then slowly look to Kittie and then back to him. “This is a joke, right?â€
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. She said the experience had to be as authentic as possible, and we’re only happy to oblige. You’ll have forty-five minutes to go absolutely bat shit crazy. Pun intended.â€
I grab the bat and hold it up, staring at it carefully. I have to admit, it felt oddly empowering holding this thing in my hand, but I don’t know what destroying a room made up to look like a scene from The Walking Dead will do to help me one bit. The kid walks around the desk and over to the door just a few feet away and he opens it for me. “You can follow me to the back.â€
“This shit better work, Kittie.†I look to her quickly before I head over to the door leading to the back. Kittie laughs and then walks over to one of the chairs in the waiting room.
He leads me down a long hall towards the back. As we pass one of the doors, I hear several loud crashes and shatters, followed by frustrated yelling and growling. Huh...guess this is my sort of thing. We walk all the way to the end of the hall to the very last door and he opens it, stepping aside.
“There is a timer inside the room. Even if you’re not paying attention to it, it’ll go off once your time is up. Don’t hold back, because this room was set up specifically for this purpose. Oh, and you may need this.†He reaches over to a hook on the wall, grabbing a splash cover of some sort. I stare at it with a raised eyebrow.
“Uhh...what for?†I ask, shaking my head and refusing it.
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll find out soon enough what it’s for.†He returns it to the hook on the wall. “Have at it.â€
I peak inside the room trying to get a view before I commit to it, but once I step inside, he closes the door behind me. I look behind me quickly, tempted to just leave right now, but once I get a closer look at how the room is set up, my jaw drops.
I don’t know how many people watch The Walking Dead, but I get a sick fascination out of the show myself. There’s a little bit of everything in this room for me to destroy. Tables. Chairs. Lamps. Things you might see in the Alexandria community or something. I don’t know.
But the mannequins. Oh the fucking mannequins are brilliant!
There’s a few zombies, or walkers as they are referred to on the show, but the five others catch my eye more importantly. Their faces are made to look exactly like my mother, my sister, Jeremiah Hardin, Drake Green and J2H.
“Oh this is going to be fun.†I say quietly as I twirl the bat, heading over to the first mannequin. The one made to look like my sister.
“Oh hello, Ashley. My sweet innocent older sister!†I raise my voice as I bring the bat up above my head and then bring it crashing down against the “skull†of the mannequin. As soon as I do that, a thick red liquid splatters from out of it, sending some of it spraying against my face and jacket. I look down at my jacket and then bring my hand to my face, wiping some of it off.
“Fake blood!†I should with a sick smile on my face. “FUCKING BRILLIANT!â€
And before I know it, I swing the bat against ‘Ashley’s’ head again, knocking it right off the top of the mannequin. The fake blood goes flying everywhere, including against the wall and I let out a roar and a sick laugh as I move on to the one that looks like my mother.
“Can’t forget about you, bitch!†I shout and with one powerful swing, I decapitate that bitch. “Fucking bitch! How dare you fucking abandon me like you did! And you want to apologize now?! You want to make up for it now just because you’re sick and dying?! GO TO FUCKING HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH!†I stomp on the decapitated ‘head’ for good measure, covering my boot in the fake blood before I kick the mess away from me and move on to the next.
“Jeremiah Hardin…†I say slowly, twirling ‘Lucille’ in my hand. “The worthless piece of garbage who thinks he deserves to be in the main event for MY fucking title?! The one who cheated me out of it in the first place?! FUUUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!â€
I swing the bat hard across the midsection of the mannequin and the fake blood oozes out of it. I laugh wickedly before I swing the bat across the face, spraying more of the ‘blood’ across my face, but it doesn’t even phase me. I’m enjoying this way too fucking much to even care. I move on to the Drake Green mannequin, decapitating that one quickly as well before I walk over and stop right in front of the J2H mannequin.
“And I had to save the best for last…†I say slowly as I stare at the face of J2H on the mannequin. That smug grin is enough to get me fuming as I bring the bat up, holding it just over the head. “You want your title back, J? You want to take your place on top of the mountain again, you little prick?â€
I shake my head as I bring the bat up, holding it there for a moment. “Ain’t gonna happen shithead! This is MY time now! FUCK YOU!†And I bring the bat swinging down hard against the skull, caving it in almost immediately.
At that point, I unleash every bit of pent up anger and frustration as I completely bash in every inch of the mannequin that looks like J2H until there is nothing left but a ‘bloody’ mess. Once I’m finished, I go absolute bat shit all over the room, destroying every piece of furniture..every piece of equipment and the rest of the mannequins made to look like the zombie walkers. The fake blood is splattered everywhere. There are ‘bodies’ strewn all over the place and before I know it, the buzzer is going off indicating my time is done.
I look around the room at my handy work and I can’t help but smile a sick smile. It wasn’t the real deal, but it was enough. Fuck, was it ever enough. The door opens a few seconds later and the kid from the front desk appears in the doorway, staring at me with an amused smile on his face. I’m covered in the fake blood.
“I told you you should have used the poncho.†He laughs and looks around the room, nodding with an impressed grin. I hold up the ‘blood’ covered bat and stare at it, letting myself smile and before I know it, I’m laughing. Full on busting a fucking gut because I didn’t think this shit would even work.
“Fuck that stupid poncho. This was worth it!†I prop ‘Lucille’ over my shoulder and head out of the room with a spring in my step and feeling a bit of sick pride. I’m well aware that walking out in public like this will look really bad, but fuck if I care. This shit was all worth it, and I can’t wait to head to Into The Void to face those three assholes!
Damn! Talk about a fucking rush! I really didn’t think that The Anger Room would help me any, but holy shit, did it ever. They really need more of those around the states, because that shit does wonders, and let me tell you, I’m more focused than ever.
After I walked out of the room and Kittie saw me covered in that fake blood, she was lost for words. She knew it had helped calm me down and relaxed me because of the smile on my face, but I think the fake blood was a little off putting to her. As a way to thank her I tried to walk up to her and give her a big sloppy kiss, literally, but she threatened to use Lucille on me if I came anywhere near her.
I’m sure once people get wind of what I did, and the fact that the mannequins were made to look like Hardin, Drake and J2H, will cause a bit of concern in some people, and to be quite honest. I don’t give a shit. This was just a fantasy. None of it was real, so if people want to throw a fit and accuse me of something that isn’t the case, they can kiss my ass. I’m not gonna go postal and turn it into the real thing, because I know what I need to do.
I need to use what I did in The Anger Room as fuel during my match against those three idiots. I need to envision what I did to all of those mannequins and act as though I’m playing it all out for real, but in the ring. I need to do whatever the fuck I need to do to keep my World Heavyweight Championship in my possession, because I know that walking into this match not the favorite to win it. I know more people are putting their money on J2H to regain the title, and that’s fucking fine.
Because I’m going to prove them wrong.
The odds are stacked against me, I know. The odds are stacked higher against Jeremiah Hardin and Drake Green, but that’s beside the point. This match is going to be one hell of a fight. It’s a fight I’m ready for. It’s a fight I’m ready to win, because I have to win. Any other outcome just isn’t acceptable. This is a fight I don’t intend to lose.
New York...here I fucking come!
Saturday May 6th
New York City
Hilton New York- JFK Airport
We didn’t plan on coming to New York earlier than sometime tomorrow, but because I want to get a jump on training and my scheduled promotional shit for Into The Void VI, we decided to move our flight and hotel reservation up by a day. I figured it would be quieter that way as typically all the crazy fans start stalking the airport and hotels on Sunday as most of the others start making their way to New York then.
Boy was I wrong.
As soon as we arrive to the hotel just near the airport, there is a group of fans just outside the front entrance. They don’t even know for sure if any of us are going to show up, or who for that matter, but they don’t care. They’re die-hard fans and that’s a chance they take every fucking time there is a supercard.
As soon as our rental car pulls up into the parking lot, the group of fans turns all of their attention to us. They’re trying to get a view of who we are, if anyone, and I’m not looking forward to this. I grip the steering wheel, refusing to get out of the car right away and I see one of the girls in the group jump up and down excitedly as she points our way. She’s apparently figured it out, which is just fanfuckingtastic.
“You might as well get it over with now, Rage.†Kittie says, grabbing the handle to open her door. “This is shit you have to deal with anyway with being the top champion. Just pretend to enjoy it at least.â€
I shake my head and grip the steering wheel tighter. “This shit is crazy!†I shout as all eyes in the group are now on me, waiting for me to get out of the car. “Don’t they have a fucking life?! Stalking wrestlers is fucking insane!â€
“They’re loyal fans. You know that.†She replies.
“Loyal and fucking crazy! Can’t we just check into our damn hotel room without making a fucking scene?†I growl through gritted teeth. I’ll never understand it. “I get that I’m the top champion, but that’s what my scheduled appearances are for, Kittie. This shit is just over the top and pathetic.â€
She laughs and finally opens her door before I can stop her. “The sooner you get it over with, the sooner we can just head to our room and relax for the night. Come on. There’s only a few of them anyway.â€
Kittie steps out of the car, with her back to the group of fans at the front door. I hear some of them squeal and cheer as they realize it’s Kittie, and she looks down at me in the car, waiting for me. “Yeah and before you know it, there will be an entire crowd flocking up there if I just enlighten them and give them what they want. I don’t have the patience for this shit, Kittie!â€
“Well you can either walk up there with me right now, or I’ll just give them all permission to flock over to the car.†She says with a grin.
“You wouldn’t dare.†I say slowly, glaring at her.
“Oh yes I would.†She replies with a smile.
I punch the steering wheel and let out a frustrated growl before I open the door and step out. The fans cheer and squeal more as they see me, and I prepare myself for the onslaught that is about to happen. I walk around to the trunk to get our luggage and once I slam the trunk shut, I take in a deep breath, ready to get this shit over with. The group of fans jump up and down as they see me approaching them. They have their cell phones and wrestling memorabilia out, ready for autographs. One of the girls in particular catches my eye, but not because of her innocent excited wrestling fan demeanor. Oh no. She’s definitely what we would refer to as a ring rat, because she’s dressed the part, ready to throw herself at me.
Short black skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. Mid drift top that shows off plenty of cleavage, complete with the hooker heels. Fucking desperate as all hell. Kittie is the first to approach the group and she signs a few autographs, but the ‘ring rat’ keeps her eyes all on me. Once Kittie is done signing autographs and taking pictures she turns to me and smiles.
“All yours big guy. I’ll go check us in.†I can’t even get a word out in protest before she heads inside to go check us into our room and I’m quietly cursing her under my breath.
As soon as she is out of sight, and ear shot, the ‘ring rat’ shoves her way to the front of the group and right to me. She’s holding an SCW magazine in her hand, with a picture of me holding the World Heavyweight Championship after I cashed in on Drake Green at Blaze of Glory just on the cover. I grin just a bit, thinking this girl is not in this for the love of wrestling. If I had to guess, she’s probably a notch on Drake Green’s belt, but I’m sure he’d deny that.
“Oh em gee, you’re so much bigger in person!†She exclaims and grabs my bicep without even asking. I glare down at her hand, which she quickly snatches away. “Oops. I’m so sorry. I should have asked. My name is Delani. Your biceps are so huge!â€
This chick really knows how to spout off the sexual innuendos doesn’t she? I’m secretly laughing on the inside, because as tempting as she may be, I ain’t that desperate to get involved with that shit, because I ain’t ready to be exposed to the long list of diseases she might have.
“Yeah, that kinda comes with the territory of working out ya know.†I say, trying to be as nice as possible. I take the magazine and the sharpie from her. I quickly sign my name on the cover and hand it back to her, ready to move on to the next eager fan, but she shoves her way into the picture again.
“Do you think I can get a picture of you with the World title?!†She asks as a seductive smile starts to grow on her face. “I’ve never had my picture taken with a champion before and this would just be the coolest!â€
I run my hand over my head, shaking it. “The title is in one of my bags right now, sorry. Look, can I just--â€
“Oh, that’s ok.†She says, faking disappointment. “Can I just say that you’re so much more attractive in person? I mean, I know people like to make fun of you because you’re bald and because of the goatee and all, but I think it’s really sexy.â€
Some of her friends start to giggle, while others just shove things for me to sign towards me. I take the sharpies and quickly sign each of their items as they snap pictures with their cell phones. I want nothing more than to ignore this ring rat, but she’s relentless.
“Uh...thanks.†I honestly have no clue what else to say. I’m hoping Kittie hurries up and can save me from this chick, because I’m fairly sure if she doesn’t, she’s going to just throw herself at me, right in front of her friends.
“I’m totally going to be rooting for you next week.†She says, slyly running her hand up my arm. Again with the God damn touching! “There’s nothing I like root for more than the well built clearly superior wrestler. And you look to be far superior. In every way.â€
I look down at her and she winks at me. Alright, seriously?! This chick needs to back the fuck off, because I may be a male in every way that matters, but I don’t go for this desperate fuck me bullshit she’s got going on.
I don’t even know what to say to her at this point so she keeps on talking. “Say, are you going to be training anywhere near her? I’d love to come watch. It would give me such a thrill. You don’t even have to tell Kittie.â€
“Alright, look.†I finally say, having had enough. “Enough with this shit, ok? I’m not going for this shit, alright? I’m engaged to Kittie, and I’m not going to be a notch on your ring rat belt so just give it up. Jesus Christ!â€
She pouts her bottom lip out but takes a step closer to me. The rest of her friends have backed off at this point, clearly letting her try to work her way into my pants, even though it’s never going to happen. “Oh come on,†she says, running her hand up my arm again. “It’s really not a big deal. All the wrestlers do it. Kittie never has to find out. I promise you it’ll all be worth it.â€
I laugh and shake my head. “Trust me when I say, no it won’t. I guarantee Kittie is a better lay than you are, but hey, if it helps you sleep at night, go ahead and think otherwise. Now, get out of my way slut.†To my surprise, she steps in front of me as I go to walk inside. I glare down at her, but I’m left dumbfounded at her sheer bravery at taking such a move.
“There’s only one way to find out. Don’t try to deny it, sexy. I know you haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me.†She then reaches into her cleavage, pulling out a small piece of paper and she slides it into my pocket. “For when you change your mind.â€
I shake my head. “Your pathetic.†I say. “And if there is a reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of you it’s because of how ridiculously desperate you’re coming across as. Once a slut, always a slut I suppose. I’m not into that shit, so I won’t be changing my mind.â€
She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders and before I know it, she reaches her hand around and grabs my ass, giving it a squeeze! The fuck?! I swat her hand away, but Kittie clears her throat behind her and the girl jumps back, caught red-handed.
“Thanks again for the autograph and picture, Rage. You’ve made this fangirl extremely happy!†She squeals and then skips off to join her friends back in the parking lot.
Kittie watches her walk away, unimpressed and once the girl is out of earshot, Kittie snarls at me and punches my arm. Is she seriously blaming me for what just happened?! “Ow!†I shout, looking down at my arm. “The fuck, Kittie?!â€
“What the fuck was that?!†She shouts, pointing towards the ring rat with an angry scowl. “I leave you alone with them for like five damn minutes and you’re flirting with some whore?!â€
“I wasn’t flirting with her!†I shout back, adamantly defending myself because it was the truth. “That fucking ring rat was clearly out for one thing, and if you had been here, you would have seen that I wasn’t having any of it! You’re the one who left me out here to deal with that shit!â€
She reaches into my pocket and pulls out the little piece of paper the girl had left me. She looks at it and rolls her eyes before shoving it in my face. The girl’s phone number was written on it, as I had suspected.
“Her fucking phone number?! Let me guess, you were going to sneak out of the room in the middle of the night and make yourself a notch on her slutty belt.†She shoves the piece of paper back in my pocket and everyone in the general vicinity turns and stares at us. Again with making a scene and airing our shit in public…
“I didn’t ask for that shit, Kittie.†I say calmly, and as quietly as possible. “You know how ring rats are. All they care about is which wrestler they’re going to fuck next, but I’m telling you, THAT is definitely not happening. She’s probably got herpes or some shit. Not to mention, I don’t really feel like fucking someone that Drake Green probably has.â€
Kittie can’t help but let out a laugh, but I can tell she’s still agitated. She looks past me at the ring rat, who is watching us argue with a proud smile. Kittie flips her off, causing me to smile, and the girl just rolls her eyes and looks away. “Fucking nasty bitch.†She says under her breath.
“I told you I didn’t want to deal with that shit. I signed autographs and I let them take their pictures, but dealing with that broad? That’s what I fucking hate.†I glance back at her. She winks and waves towards me but I roll my eyes and turn my attention away from her again.
Kittie lets out a growl of her own before she turns around and storms off back into the hotel. I follow behind her, following her as we head up to our room to get settled in for the night.