The West-Ward Blogicles
Season 4, Entry #3 -- “What the fuck!”
"I am not a man who swears a lot. But seriously, what the fuck."
"To answer Alex's question, yes. I am angry but not at Fen. Fen was doing what he was supposed to do in that ring and frankly, how it is affecting our relationship is none of your damn business. I know what you're doing. You are thinking you are playing a mind game to get an advantage. I have no respect for wrestlers that use these tactics to try and gain a psychological advantage. I get it though. It is all you have known and for the most part, it has worked. It won't work on me or Fen. Regardless of what is going on with us, it doesn't translate to our abilities in the ring and you should know that if you really did your research instead of getting all your knowledge from twitter.
"Don't get me wrong, I am not demeaning your abilities as an athlete. You and Devona are runners up for the Blast from the past. That alone shows that you are in the right place, but the thing that holds you back is your ego. You could really learn a thing or two from your partner on this one. Guys that constantly brag about being the best are always the hardest to fall. While I appreciate your respect, when you add a 'but' to anything like that, It negates the compliment. Like I did just a second ago. I'm good in a ring but..."
He offers a half hearted shrug.
"I am well aware that I am struggling here. I could easily bitch and moan about what I deserve but what would that get me? Absolutely nothing. As much as people say they respect others in this business, the only thing any of them are really after is that title. Just some people are willing to cheat to get it. I suppose that's why I am still trying to get it."
"And Austin, I'm not really sure what else I can say that I haven't already. It has been a month of talking about you. To be honest, I was hoping for someone different to face, but here we are. I accepted the fatal four way as a way to drum up interest, I even kept my true feelings inside for the sake of having a good match."
He adjusts himself and takes a second to collect his thoughts.
"Do I feel cheated? Yes. Absolutely. I challenged you to a match and then got put in a match with two other people added. Mind you, Fen deserves his rematch. I am not saying that he doesn't but that match should have been just you and me. I am done being a pushover. I work my ass off twice as hard as everyone else, then people like you and Alex come into this company and it's like everything I have done for the last year is forgotten because the hotshots from Honor are here. I am not a 'bad' guy. I am not ego driven but I am not humble enough to let other people walk all over me either. I am not Caleb Storms complaining about being punished by management either. I accept that I am not actually in control of how my matches are booked, but ever since I arrived here, Fate has been kicking me in the groin. I'm tired of it."
The frustration is evident on his handsome face.
"I don't want to be like Alex or J2H or any number of Assholes that have rose to the top and let's face it Alex... you are an asshole. I don't even think you would deny that. But you are also blunt and honest. Often those things go hand in hand. It has obviously helped your career."
"It really isn't fair to say honor has 'taken over'. Honor was acquired by Sin City Wrestling. Honor no longer exists. It's gone, caput. The victories you have both gotten have been on behalf of SCW. You are signed SCW talent. Honor hasn't taken over anything, SCW took over Honor."
"And while Alex tries to direct attention on my personal relationship, he forgets that he has one himself. Austin, while still his 'brother' holds something that Alex wants very much. So don't try to spin this around. Fen and I are professionals. Yes we are dating, we are friends and we are human. Humans fight, humans have disagreements best of all, humans can forgive each other and make amends. No relationship whether it be friendships or lovers is perfect. You will never hear me claim to be perfect either but I know what I deserve."
"If you want to make this about which company, 'wears it better' we can totally do that. Title belts always run on borrowed time. I promised everyone I wasn't going to give up should I lose at London Brawling, and I don't break promises. This may not be for a title this time, but I intend to show you both what would have happened if I hadn't gotten kicked in the head. You got lucky two weeks ago Austin. You beat Caleb Storms in London, not me. You haven't pinned me. And you won't on Sunday either."
His mouth is the sullen straight line of a man determined to prove himself.
"Don't let beating Fen get to your head. Our one on one match is coming."
***
Despite everything, despite the mix of rage, disappointment and sadness swirling around in his head like a hurricane, that all disappeared the moment a baby wrapped in a pink blanket was deposited into his arms.
She felt so delicate and in his massive arms. Baby Taryn. Middle names of Belinda and Madonna. His mother was carrying on the tradition. His own middle name was George Michael, for George Michael but also Michael Jackson. Obviously his sister had the same thing afforded to her.
She looked like his mother, at least in his opinion. He hoped that the rest of the world saw it too. Despite her very distinct facial features, those that accompanied other babies with Down's Syndrome. It was common in children of older mothers. Gina was even asked if she wanted to terminate when the testing came back with the genetic marker for it. But both her and Cal were insistent that they loved their daughter no matter what. And they had decided not to reveal it to anybody until after her birth.
His mother looked exhausted in the bed, almost pale too but the doctors and nurses had been paying extra special attention given her age. They did advise her that another pregnancy would more than likely cause her extensive health problems so she was planning on going on birth control until the last of a woman's reproductive stages came to pass.
Ty was in love. In his mind no other baby was as beautiful as her and he vowed then to protect her. He kissed her forehead and touched her little fingers.
There was no thoughts of matches or titles or even Kristjan. Until suddenly there was a thought. A thought about how since he had been medically cleared and returned to Las Vegas, Jan hadn't so much as tweeted at him. Nothing. In his mind, Aron's tweet bothered him. Why should he be the one to call Jan? He hadn't kicked Jan in the head. He hadn't given him a concussion. It was his understanding that he should care enough to at least call. Bad enough that their whole time in London had felt like a giant booty call. Jan had been invited to stay with Daniel and he had nothing against Daniel's need for privacy and his skittish nature when it came to new people, but Jan only seemed to come by for sex or dinner.
The concussion was only part of it. He knew Jan was kinda obtuse when it came to relationships but this felt like common sense to him. Jan's lack of care did make him feel used now more than ever. A big dumb piece of meat that was just there when ever either of Jan's appetites needed to be wetted.
He feared by contacting his White Wolf first, he was only proving that point. That he would look desperate for him to love him.
Love. Pfft. He only expressed it in his sleep. He wondered if it was even real and there was no way he was going to say it first. Especially not now. He was having doubts. About everything.
There is a commotion outside the room. Raised voices that cause every member of the West-Hurston family, including Cal, his son Gus and Gus' adopted son Topher to look at each other in confusion and surprise.
Then there is a knock on the door and a frightened little nurse sticks her head in.
Nurse:
"Are any of you Tyler West?"
Ty has no idea what's going on but given that someone had threatened his Mentor, Kahlan Fischer's son over a match, the hairs on his neck stand on end.
Ty:
"That's me? What's happening?"
The nurse looks back over her shoulder and is about to speak when she is pushed a little to the side, causing the door to open wider and she grasps the handle to keep her own balance. The perpetrator of this is none other than Kristjan Baltasarsson, the man that had dominated his thoughts for the last several minutes.
Fen
"Let me see him, is this his room?"
He then stops dead seeing five sets of eyes watching him, all in various reactions of astonishment. Ty stands.
Ty
"Jan what are you doing here?"
Ty walks the distance, baby Taryn still sleeping peacefully, nestled into the crook of his large arm. Fen looks at the baby and then back at Ty.
Fen
"You're okay?"
Ty knows he's using English for the benefit of the others in the room.
Ty
"Of course I'm okay. I told Aron and Valora I was going to the hospital to be here for Taryn's birth... don't know why..."
He stops himself part way and suddenly realizes that his aunt and Fen's brother had set them up. Valora was on her way, she had been helping Vinnie's sick mother in Tijuana.
Fen
"A told me you were going to a hospital... I thought..."
His face starts turning red. He slams his fist against the door, startling the poor Nurse again.
Ty
"We've been set up. Come have a seat. Relax."
Ty directs him to his own vacated chair. And glances at thr nurse and gives her a sympathetic smile. It does little to wipe then startled look from her eyes though, all the while holding his baby sister securely in his arms. The Icelandic man sits next to the equally amazed teen adopted by Ty's step brother.
Fen finally looks at the pink bundle with an unreadable expression. He clears his throat and looks at Gina.
Fen
"Congratulations..."
Gina nods. She didn't really know much about what was going on between the two men. Ty hadn't wanted to add the extra burden of it with the baby's arrival.
Gina
"Thank you Kristjan. Ty, let me have her back now. She'll probably need to eat soon."
Gus then stands, while Ty places the little girl in his mother's arms.
Gus
"Toff. Let's go get some food while Nan feeds your Auntie."
The two leave quickly and it isn't until Gina starts pulling down her hospital gown that Fen jumps up from his seat and beelines it for the door. Ty kisses his mother's forehead before following Fen out side. Fen is leaning against the wall and when Ty walks by. He reaches for his arm to get his attention.
Ty stops, pulling his arm from Fen's fingers.
Ty
"I think we need to talk, Jan."
Fen nods his head although his bewildered look hasn't faded much. The sight of a woman's breast was not what he was expecting today at all.
Continued in Fenris' Promo
