Come out, come out where ever you are...
This feel like a game of hide and seek. I seek to find Andrew Watts, yet he is the hide and seek champion of 2015 obviously. Unfortunately Andrew, you have nowhere to hide this week, but I will get to you later, first...
Have you ever been to Spain before? Beautiful country and the sun is shining, so fuck you invisible man, I'll talk about you later when I have to
Malaga, Spain.
Beautiful sunshine pours down on the golden sands on the Costa Del Sol, a place where countless tourist appear each year. People walk down a pathway above the golden sanded beach, where others laze around on towels and sun loungers, gathering the suns rays by the clear blue water gently rolling in to the sand. I sit and watch from a beach side bar, sitting at a white plastic table, on a white plastic chair, common for holiday destinations. A huge umbrella, split in to red and white quarters, shades the sun from my topless body, but my cargo shorts covered legs creep out in to the sun, my white trainers casting a shadow on the floor. Between my fingers sit a cold bottle of beer, water running down the bottle and on to the worn table, years of scratches covering the top.
"If only SCW did shows here all the time..." I comment to myself "I'd never leave."
I run my thumb and finger up and down the half full bottle, as a waitress brings over another full, ice cold bottle and places it on the table next to me. I look at her curiously, but she answers my question before I could ask.
"From the table over there." She tells me in English, with a thick Spanish accent.
I turn my head to see a table of four women, shyly looking at me and smiling. I raise and tilt my bottle towards them as the waitress hurries off.
"Where's Drake Green when ya need him?" I say with a smile "I'm a married man, but he'll be all over that like a shot."
I turn away from the table, looking back towards the blue sea and in to the distance.
"Hell, I'm surprised he hasn't fucked Amy Marshall yet." I mutter to myself "Those two fuck through a roster more than anyone I have ever known."
I raise the beer bottle to my mouth, slowly taking a drink from the cold bottle, looking towards nothing in particular. I replace the bottle on the table, moving it around the scratched plastic, rolling it around in a circle. My train of thought is broken by the table of four women moving towards me, catching them out of the corner of my eye.
"Hi." A late teen blonde says to me.
I turn my attention to the four and look them up and down, giving them my attention
"Hey." I start "Thanks for the drink."
I lift the bottle closest to me and raise it towards them, causing a smile from all four.
"Could we have a picture with you?" A quiet tone asks me. "No one's gonna ever believe we met you here."
I look at the woman, who the voice came from, a middle twenties brunette, her hair tied back neatly.
"Sure."I respond.
As a waitress moves near, the woman grabs her attention, asking her to take a picture. I stay seated as the four gather around me, wide smiles on their faces. The waitress takes the picture and hands the phone back to where it came from.
"Thank you." A young redheaded woman says.
"You're welcome." I start "Come check out the show on Sunday, it's not to far from here, down at the Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena. Get in and get some tickets quick, not many left and you will see great stars like me, me and me in action."
Four smiles light up the faces of the women as they listen to my invitation.
"We have to go." The redhead tells me. "We might see you around."
I nod firmly as the four disappear from the scene, my attention turns back to the table with two beers, my hands around the half full bottle, but before I can pick up the bottle, the voice of Jason Adams catches my attention.
"Hey Gabriel!" He says with enthusiasm.
I tilt my head towards him, looking up at SCW's commentator.
"Jason..." I reply dryly.
"Have you seen Belinda?" He asks me
"Nope." I reply "Haven't seen Belinda at all."
"Oh good." Jason replies "Cause I may or may not have got the hotel to give her a four am wake up call, then a five am wake up call, then a six am wake up call..."
I put my hand up stopping Jason in his tracks, already figuring out where this was leading.
"I get it." I reply, turning back to the beer on the table.
"There's a good chance that when she finds me, and works out it was me again, she's gonna stop my chair from spinning." Jason informs me "So I'm hiding from her."
A smirk crosses my face.
"Seems like a common theme in SCW these days." I respond.
Jason looks slightly confused by my comment.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Well..." I start "People seem to be hiding a lot in SCW from the people they fear the most."
"Still not following ya." Jason says slowly, his tone matching the confused look on his face.
"Well, look at Andrew Watts." I say with a casual shrug of my left shoulder "Before he got lucky and got past Despayre, he was all over the show. He wanted the attention, he wanted to be the man, wanted to be everywhere and prove himself, but since he got himself a shot at my title, he's been a ghost, he's disappeared and just doesn't seem like he cares anymore. He's gone in to hiding because he's scared of me and what I can and will do. He saw that he's in over his head and decided to hide, rather than give me more motivation than I already had. He's become a disappointment. We could have made something great, gave the fans something to remember him by when I break his streak, but no, he's too much of a bitch to even show up to most places."
Jason nods slowly, trying to understand the words that are passing my lips.
"Still not getting it." He says.
I roll my eyes at Jason, slowly shaking my head at him.
"Well, you're hiding from Belinda because you know she's gonna kick your arse, right?" I ask Jason.
"And then some." Jason replies "People forget that she was actually a wrestler in the past like I was. I've seen her make men scream and not in a good way."
"Andrew Watts is doing the same." I tell Jason "He's hiding from me cause he knows I will kick his arse and make him scream, not in a good way."
Jason grins, his eyes lighting up as he nods his head up and down.
"I get it now." He says
"Maybe you should find where Andrew Watts is hiding and stay behind him." I tell Jason "Cause no one can seem to find him. I think you'll be pretty safe hiding with him."
"Good idea!" Jason says as he turns away from me.
Jason walks away from me, hurrying down the beach front as I slowly shake my head. I return to my drink as the scene fades
Moving from the beach front bar to the beach. I sit with my bare feet in the golden sands, still wearing the same as earlier today. The sun seems to be going down over the sea, indicating this being much later in the day, as does the fact of noticeably less people looking to lap up the sun. My eyes move around the vast empty area in front of me as my finger traces a random pattern in the sand below me. The voice of Pussy Willow cuts off my attention.
"Hey Gabriel." She starts with the pleasantries "I'm here for that interview."
I point to the sand next to, not looking up at SCW's backstage reporter and she sits down slowly next to me.
"Why would you want to do an interview on the beach." She asks me.
I turn to look at her, her lower body covered in a light blue wrap, while her upper body covered in just a bikini top that looks two sizes too small.
"I have my reasons." I slyly comment "But mostly, I'm the champ around here, I don't need to be in the boiling makeshift studio, with the SCW banner everywhere, I like to do things on my terms and my terms only."
Pussy just nods blankly
"I won't keep you long because the Spanish nightlife is one that must be sampled but I'm gonna let you have a few questions anyway." I tell her. "So fire away so I can get myself out in to the nightlife."
Pussy clears her throat, readying herself to start asking her questions.
"It's been known for a long time that you will be facing Andrew Watts at our next supercard, which has now been confirmed as Mayhem in Morocco." She starts "But on Sunday, you will be in the ring with Andrew Watts for the first time in his SCW career. How do you step in to a match like this knowing that in a couple of weeks, you're going to have to put the title on the line against him?"
I rub my chin in contemplation.
"The same way I go in to every match." I reply "To send a message to my opponent that now and in the future, he can not get one over on me. Psychological scars never heal, they stay there under the surface hidden until they need to rise up again and play a big role. That is what this is going to do. I have to send a message to Watts to show him that he may have run riot over so many people so far here, but that stops with me. I need to show the man that he isn't gonna have it so easy. On Sunday, he gets a taste of things that will be coming his direction, but he has a partner to hide behind, someone else to blame, but I need to hammer through his thick head that I'm not like the rest, I'm a champion for a reason. I'm no a run of the mill guy that will just roll over and die, it's not in my nature."
"You've been very vocal about his lack of appearances lately." Pussy starts with her next question "Including harsh words on Climax Control last week. Is this an attempt to just get in to his head, like you've done with others in the past?"
A smile breaks out on my face
"Attempt?" I say with a hint of arrogance "I'm already in his head. I'm a straight talker and from day one I knew if he got his head down and started putting in the work, he could be up there in the future, he did just that, but I lose respect very quickly for people who think they've made it, before they have. He thought he made it by getting in to the title match at a supercard, but that is only the beginning, not the end. Getting there is where the hard work starts but no, he decided that's where the hard work stops and he can cruise his way to the main event and walk away with the belt. That's not gonna happen. I mock him because I lost respect for him. I mock him because he just simply doesn't care. He got to this match and saw what he was up against and thought he'd best stay away."
"But why?" Pussy asks with a confused tone.
"Because he knew he went one step too far." I start "And knew it would be wasted energy for him if he showed up everyone week, knowing he was out of his depth and going to lose."
"One man who will have his eyes on this match, would be Sean Jackson." Pussy says "Sean is determined to become champion once more."
"What Sean wants isn't what Sean gets" I say, cutting Pussy off. "Sean Jackson can talk till he's blue in the face about how he should be champion, how he should have this, that and the other but let's get down to the bones of it all. Sean Jackson is a wannabe champion, and like most wannabes, he will never be. It's all hot air to make himself feel like the big man, when I've put him on his back three matches in a row. Everything that comes out of his mouth is nothing but hot air, but here's what I'll do. After I send Andrew Jackson back to the mid card with his tail between his legs, I will send Sean Jackson back there again too. Then Watts and Jackson can kick each others arses while claiming that they should be champion, while I move on to bigger and better opponents."
"Let's move back to Sunday." Pussy says "Amy Marshall will be doing all she can to reclaim the edge against Raynin, do you see this working against you in Climax Control's Main Event?"
I suppress a laugh
"Not in the slightest." I reply quickly "Amy Marshall is pretty damn dull in all aspects of her life with serious daddy issues and no talent to actually captivate a crowd. Everything about Amy Marshall's wrestling career is dire from top to bottom. From her promos to her matches. If she was smart, she'd see that no one want to see highlights from her last match to start every promo, it's pointless filler... I hate pointless filler, just get down to what you're meant to do, cut the stupid spliced in videos and song lyrics that add nothing and get down to business. Honestly, Amy Marshall doesn't worry me at all, this is just a warm up for Raynin and a way for her to get her message across to Amy that we're champions for a reason."
"This is the first time you've teamed with Raynin." Pussy starts "What do you expect from that?"
"Raynin has been in SCW for years." I start "Been in the ring with the best of them and beat the best of them. She's a pro and will be a pro in this one. We both have the same goal of showing two challengers that they're not worthy of being in the same ring as us. We have the goal to prove our dominance as champions and that's what I expect from Raynin. I expect her to pull in the same direction as I am and be celebrating the same victory I am"
"I think I have time for one more question." Pussy says, looking at her watch "Do you have anything else to say about Andrew Watts?"
"I can talk for hours about Andrew Watts" I start "But it's almost time for words to stop and actions to speak louder. There's no more sending little girls out to talk about what he's gonna do to me, it's time for him to prove he has it in him to even come close to being at my level. Sadly for Andrew, as loud as my words are, my actions are louder and hurt a whole lot more than any words I have to say to you. This will be Watt's first sink or swim situation in SCW and he will sink like the sack of shit that he is."
I smirk towards Pussy.
"That should be enough." I say "Time to enjoy some of this Spanish nightlife."
I stand up, waking away from Pussy as the scene fades out
And-rew... come out and pl-ay... And-rew... come out and pl-ay... And-rew... come out and pl-aaaaaaaaay...
You probably don't get that reference Andrew, but still... it's time for you to show your face and come out to play. It's time for you to grace us with your presence. It's time for you to stop being a Lord Lucan and show yourself.
Ah, Lord Lucan. Do you know that story Andrew? Allow me to explain this one to you. Lord Lucan, real name Richard Bingham, was a man born in nineteen thirty four, a British peer, a man born in to high class living and such, a man with noble roots, a man handed everything. A man with an out of control ego and the normal things that go along with it, a fast lifestyle and expensive tastes...
Expensive tastes, fast lifestyle, out of control ego... well, who do we know with one of those, eh Andrew?
Anyway, pretty dull stuff so far, but let me tell you why I liken you to this man.
This man allegedly killed the family's nanny, and just disappeared off the face of the earth, never to be seen of, or heard from again. He just vanished like a puff of smoke and disappeared from the planet. Even to this very day, no one know what happened to him, if he is still alive, where the fuck he's been hiding for the past forty one years, and this is why I'm likening him to you Andrew Watts.
In your eyes, in your view, maybe in a few others eye, you have killed the roster since you've been in SCW, you have gone through the entire place and killed everyone you've come against and looked fairly decent while doing it, but here lies the problem, the shit has just got real for you, and you've disappeared, you've gone, you've left without a trace.
You have pulled a Lord Lucan...
What's wrong Andrew? Did the heat get a little too much? did things become far too close for comfort and in your mind, you've snapped and gone in to hiding in hope that I never find you and put you to the sword? Maybe this is it Andrew that all that confidence you show off is just a front because behind that face, you're a scared little boy who has over stepped his own limitations and is now hiding and pissing himself in a place where no one can find him?
This is what I don't understand about you.
Why work so hard to even have your name mentioned in the same breath as mine, yet disappear like that? What made you think you'd still be relevant after just going and not even doing the basics right to keep your name known? All you've managed to do is take months of hard work and piss it up the wall like it was nothing. You've took away from your own momentum, to sit and hide away. You've wasted your SCW career since you won Blast From The Past III, you've let yourself go and there's no way in hell I will be losing to you on Sunday, there's no way I'll be losing to you at Mayhem In Morocco, the only difference between Sunday and then, is that you'll have that low rate pornstar to blame for this defeat that I'm gonna give you.
You're not a man to take reasonability on the chin.
Amy Marshall would take anything on the chin, just watch her movie collection but you, I can see it already. After Raynin and I defeat you two and show you why we're champions and you are not, you'll be blaming Amy, complaining that it was all her fault, that you never lost, and I bet you won't even add that to your record.
I'll take a shot in the dark on how you'll rebrand yourself from this one should Raynin take down Amy before I take you down.
"Well, eleven matches and I still haven't been pinned."
Am I right? Fuck that, I know I'm right, because I see through you Andrew. You're not the first I've taken on that has your exact personality, your exact traits, your exact strengths and weaknesses. You sure as hell won't be the last I take on with those exact features. You're actually just a rehash of so many that came before you. People might have feared you leading up to this moment but I will not, I refuse to fear a man I know I've already scared off, I refuse to hide from someone who's already cracked under the pressure. The sad fact for you Andrew is you've lost this one without even getting in the ring.
Maybe you should stick to playing hide and seek rather than come and face me.
It will be better for you in the long run to just stay in whatever hole you've dug for yourself and save yourself the hassle, save yourself going through the trouble of facing your biggest fear. I know your biggest fear Andrew, I know that fear is an ego shattering loss. I'm going to bring that fear to your face because you'll see after I take you apart, you will have to admit to yourself that you're not as good as you think you are.
There is your downfall.
You've driven by the over the top ego that can only be fed by winning, you're pulled towards that but this is where that ego crash lands back to earth because this is not a match you show up in, and have your arms raised in victory. Sure, you can blame Amy and say she sucks, because she does in more ways than one, but this is where you're meant to prove your worth. I mean if you as good as you think you are in your head, you should be able to carry this team, right? I mean the great Andrew Watts should be able to carry anyone, true? No one stands a chance against the great Andrew Watts!
Ah sarcasm my old friend...
In your head, that is what you think, in reality, you're a beaten man with no chance of ever getting past me, you're a beaten man with one hell of a dilemma on your hands. I mean, do you show up and take this defeat like a man or do you hide away so you can claim you was never involved?
Choices, choices...
Either way, you'll look stupid, I will go in to Mayhem in Morocco with the psychological edge, I will go in to that miles ahead of you. When people started to make me the underdog in a match against you Andrew, you proved them all wrong by melting, now they're starting to see what I already see.
You can win as much as possible, but you will never, ever be able to match up to someone like me, you will never be able to cope in matches with people on my level. The fact is you've beat no one really, shows that you're not a big name player, you're not a man who should be headlining with me, you've just gone along like Deontay Wilder and beat bums, no one with any class.
I've got class...
And this is where you've been flattering to deceive, because I am the real deal star, I'm not someone who can be pushed around so easily, I'm not someone who will roll over like everyone else. What you're gonna get in this match will be just a taste of what you're gonna get at the supercard.
In fact, I'll give ya an out.
After I beat you this week, I will give you one hour to get backstage and rip up your SCW contract so you never have to face me again. Go do that and I'll go shut up Sean Jackson again or someone worthy of being in the ring with me. I honestly don't mind because I'll get more of a challenge out of someone else. They might be a little more enthusiastic about being in a top title match against the best World Heavyweight champion SCW has ever seen.
I'm nice like that Andrew, and you'll be smart to take me up on that offer, very smart to take me up on that offer. No shame in accepting a gift, because this is my gift to you, walk away, call it a belated Easter present from me to you.
It's the best damn present you're gonna get all year round so you should snap my hand off with that, but if you don't, let me put it in perspective for ya Andrew. You will not suffer one, but two losses at my hands, two losses in a row. You will be ending up a shadow of your former self, you'll have nowhere to turn because that ego that drives you on, will no longer be there. It shall have disappeared never to return again. It will be gone and you will be looking at a crossroads where you have no clue where to turn, which way to go. Your group will lose faith in you as a leader for losing two on the spin, your dressing room will find that eerie silence that will forever haunt you. Respect for you will go and the rise of Alex Kaelin and Lord Raab will leave you as an outsider in a group you founded. This is what will happen to you Andrew, this is where your decline begins and you become just another face in the crowd. I will make sure you won't stand out.
Your voice will no longer be heard...
The brightness from your rising star will no longer be bright and will fade in to obscurity...
Mark my words...
Right, I'm bored of talking about you Andrew, I'm going to talk about your little partner instead... someone who's easier to get in to than a supermarket and had more pricks than a second hand dartboard.
Hello Amy, I bet your ears are burning. Now I can pick on your other job here, or link it to your clear low self esteem, or lack of self respect, but I think I'm gonna talk about your wrestling work, rather than the fact you should walk around with a mattress tied to your back.
You surprised me Amy, legitimately surprised me by winning the Bombshell World championship. I didn't think you had it in you... I will avoid the obvious sex joke here, but you took down someone who has dominated this place. I begrudgingly respect that, but to lose it so soon after winning it does bring a smile to my face.
Why?
Because like everyone else, I don't think you had any right to be anywhere near that match to start with. You won the lottery to be there. You didn't need to beat contenders, you didn't need to earn it, your name got drawn out of a hat and you lucked your way in and lucked your way out of it all. You walked out with something that never belonged to you to start with.
Is it a surprise you lost it so soon?
Not to me or many others, because you wasn't good enough to hold it in the first place. Take a look at Raynin... done that? Good, now take a look at you. Do you see the difference like the rest of us do? You were a transition champion, someone who lucked out but the title has now gone back to the level it should be on, which is miles above you. You've had your five minutes in the sun with the title and it's now out of your reach again. Thing is, you think it's gonna come back to you, you've held it before and you can hold it again, right?
No... you can't.
Raynin is simply better than you! The woman wears a fucking eye patch to give her opponents a chance and she still beat you. You could tie one arm behind her back and she'd still be a class above you. Your loss wasn't an unlucky defeat, you lost because you wasn't good enough to be the champion and unless you somehow pull off another miracle, you never will be good enough to be a champion again at that level. You just don't have the ability to be a champion on that level and you was instantly shown up by Raynin and sorry sweetheart, it's gonna happen again.
It won't matter how much you train, or fuck about learning Spanish to say hello to people in Spanish, like you have done every single time we've gone to a new country, you've learned a new language... complete waste of time.
Want a great tip?
Practice your wrestling skills a bit more and put down the phrase book and people might take you seriously.
It's true.
Work on your skills, cause the fans don't come here to hear Amy Marshall speak in their native tongue, they come here to see wrestlers and a wrestler is what you claim to be. Burn the phrase books and maybe you'll give Raynin more of a challenge. Maybe you'll stand a higher chance of being a two time champion, than someone not remembered for being a champion at all.
Well there we have it ladies and gentlemen, there we have me decimating two people and telling them the truth about things, we all they won't listen but at least now the truth is out there. It's time to accept it Amy that you was a very lucky champion, and for you Andrew, it's time to stop hiding in the shadows and let people remember who you are again.
Come out, come out, wherever you are...
Please do...
Andrew, this will be a first SCW loss on your record, and Amy, your hundredth or something. You two may think you have a point to prove by beating champions, but Raynin and I have our very own point to prove against you two. The point that you two are not worthy of being champions at all.
Feel free be uncreative fucks and rip my words apart, but it won't do you any good. This one is already ours, you two idiots are too blind to see it yet.
May God have mercy on your souls...
.... Cause we will not.
