Infamy Lives On: Episode 15
Nov 10, 2018 1:00:37 GMT -5
Torture, Lincoln Kuechly, and 2 more like this
Post by Spencer Adams on Nov 10, 2018 1:00:37 GMT -5
Part 1: Still
(10/31/18)
My body was stone, my feet glued to the floor beneath them. As I shouted my nephew’s name into the lunchroom, the chatter grew quiet in response until my panic had silenced the swarm completely. My eyes paced around, observing their puzzled expressions one by one.
What followed blurred as well. My ears were ringing with the echo of my own cries of desperation. The activity in the lunchroom behind me had picked back up, but only to shocked whispers. As one of the officer’s who arrived to the scene tried to get the details out of me, I could only think back to the first time I saw that single finger gesture. The hallway housing us felt snug as I thought back to Dan’s slaughtered friend laying face down in that alleyway with an arrow dug into his flesh.
Officer: We’ve got everything on lockdown and I’ve got guys patrolling the building as we speak. I just want to know if there’s anything that you may have seen, anything even the least bit suspicious.
I felt horrible. I know that I should tell them everything I know about the cloaked figure that’s been stalking me for the past several months, but fear and caution continue to hold me back. On one hand, I know I could potentially provide the lead needed to end all of this, but on the other..I know that I’m dealing with something bigger than that. This person has followed me around the world and back, slaughtered one man and dismembered the body of another before leaving him in my sister’s driveway for me to find. Whoever is doing this, they’re waiting on my next move.
Officer: Is there anything at all, Mr. Adams?
Spencer: No...I...was talking to some of the parents and when I went to find Robbie, he’d just...he vanished..
Officer: From what I understand, the mother’s on the way?
Spencer: Yeah, should be here soon. Is it okay if I step aside to take a call real quick?
Officer: Go ahead.
Spencer: Thanks..
I pulled my phone out as I stepped around the corner to a darkened hallway going towards the office. My fingers still shook as I fumbled to dial the number. After a few rings, I heard a concerned greeting come through.
Spencer: No luck yet. The cops have the building swarmed right now. I...need to ask a favor of you and Ricky though.
Danny: Of course, anything.
Spencer: I need you guys down in Chicago helping with the search party.
Danny: Yeah, no problem. You need us to tell AW that you’re pulling out of the tournament?
Spencer: No...I...I’ll be there.
Danny: You sure?
Spencer: Yeah, we’ll find Robbie and if I know my nephew, I know that he wouldn’t be happy with me missing it.
Danny: If you think that’s best..
In a way, I think it is. I wasn’t lying, but I needed an excuse out of the city for a bit. If I have eyes on me, I know I can’t be the one looking around for them right now. I need to split attention and throw them a curveball of my own.
Danny: Sounds good. Let us know if there’s anything else you need. Keep us posted, man.
Spencer: Will do…
*click*
I hear a flurry of smacking sounds against the floor as I rejoin the officer to see Erica rushing over towards us.
I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her own anxiousness in return.
Her eyes were fresh with pooling tears as she broke away to talk to the officer.
Spencer: Erica...I-
Erica: We’ll get him back, right?...We’re going to get Robbie back?
Spencer: Yeah..
Part 2: Crash landing
(11/5/18)
#FightSmart push aside the stage curtains and take a collective breather as they enter the back hall. After a few steps towards the locker room, they’re stopped by AW interviewer Shia LaBeouf.
Shia: It’s been a crazy night for Action Wrestling as we’ve just seen a new look #BeachKrew join the mix. I’m joined now by #FightSmart and guys, what is the feeling among the group after what we just saw take place? I mean, after the attacks and seeing Lockhart just moments away from cashing in on SJW-
AA is first to speak, leaning forward to cut Shia off.
Shia: Well, no.
Andre: Exactly. You know why that is, Shia?
Shia: I-
Andre: It’s because of us. It’s because someone decided to come in and try to put out our flame and you know what we did in return? We went back out there and made sure to fuck up their plans.
Shia: Does the fact that Ryan Lockhart still has his contract concern you at all?
Andre: Nope. Let’em try to cash that shit in and we’ll do the same shit we just did, over and over again until muhfuckers get the message.
Shia: Well, it certainly seems like they’re trying to come for your spots.
Andre: We’re not just the team of the year, we’re the biggest thing ‘bout this company, period. Let’em come. They ain’t got that long game. Ya boi knows what’s up, knows what them shock pops are made of. I’ve played that game and I know it’s life span. #FightSmart though? We came together and revolutionized that long game, ya dig? Let’em come for the war and we’ll keep crawlin’ outta them trenches whether we got limbs left or not. We always prevail, bruh bruh.
Shia: It’s interesting that you mention being the team of the year especially after Spencer’s win tonight. As we now know, Spencer, you will face L Verez next week in the semi-finals of AW’s first ever wrestler of the year tournament and if successful there, you will main event Turmoil against either Wade Moor or Ryan Lockhart for the right to call yourself the wrestler of the year. How are you feeling?
Spencer seems to take a minute to ponder the question, his eyes vacant and lips sealed. His eyes become watery before he dismisses himself from the area, venturing off towards the #FightSmart locker room. Andre leans forward once more, his face lined up to take up most of the camera’s shot.
That’s just the thing. Everywhere else, L Verez has come up short. She beat Corey, because Corey didn’t care. For Spencer Adams, this is everything. My boi ain’t in this for the money and the one offs, he lives and breathes this shit and unlike that angsty tranny, he’s got the talent to carry himself and puts consistency on full display each and every week. We’re talkin’ ‘bout two different leagues here. AW fans went and voted LiAngelo Ball into an NBA All-Star game without realizin’ the disparity between the two. This match, this tournament..this is where we be weedin’ out the kiddies.
L Verez has had one sniff at a true accomplishment and that was way back in them UCI days. Know who lil’ miss shemale pulled that shit off against? An undermotivated Corey Black on a payday run. History shows that the only time L be pullin’ off big shit is when the opposition don’t give a fuck. L cares though, right? That’s why the people voted her into this shit instead of my nigga Kyle here? Just goes to show that them masses is even dumber than I thought, a buncha easily convinced half wits wit’ no compass for real passion.
Let’s take a look at the first round y’all just witnessed tonight. Spencer Adams went out there and took the muhfuckin’ fight to one of AW’s midcard staples who was legit lookin’ to scratch and claw their way to a quarterfinals upset. What about L Verez? Yung Cait Jenner only managed to advance because just like Corey Black in matches prior, Roy Speede didn’t truly give a fuck. He literally went on the record for a promo that was posted to the AW site and said that he didn’t give a fuck.
That was L’s challenge. So, them weak niggas on Twitter can flood their bullshit ‘til it trends if they want and call us cheap and try to act like we’re the ones takin’ the legitimacy out of this bitch, but we know they lyin’ and on somethin’ petty. We wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be poppin’ off on behalf of my niggas if we didn’t care about them blood, sweat, and tears. My point bein’ that L’s workload stay light as a feather while Spencer demands nothin’ but the best, because that’s what he be bringin’ each and every night.
L Verez is a cozy combatant, a champion of the paper trophy. She ain’t give a fuck about asterisks and niggas hittin’ snooze on her. Maybe they be doin’ it because she ain’t inspirin’ muhfuckers, but we can see that she be clingin’ to participation certificates regardless. Maybe Bonnie Blue got lil’ bulge pants mama hooked on heroin or some shit before she fucked on off to Crooked Dick Championship Wrestlin’. All I know is that the ADub space tranny has surrounded herself wit’ a veil just like those who support her have and if she or anyone else thinks she got a fighter’s chance in this one, they’re fuckin’ high. This is elite competion and I promise you, she ain’t ready.
Right now, the three of us finna hop on over to the batcave and go regroup with our nigga. In the next few days, this shit finna be viral like the words out my mouth make sure to do and a week from now, every fuckin’ person that went onto actionwrestling.com and checked the box next to the name “L Verez” will be fully fuckin’ enlightened. That bitch will be face down on the canvas and there will be no more high, only a cold..shiverin’ low. Cold turkey ain’t ever easy, but y’all will learn. Don’t worry.
AA lets his shoulders hang loose, pivoting them back and forth as he does a shoulder shimmy for the camera, grinning as he does so before shoving the camera out of his face. He leads Kyle Kemp and Lincoln Kuechly down the hall, the three marching almost in sync as the camera cuts.
Part 3: Long game
(11/5/18)
I sat on the bench in front of my locker, hands pressed against my face. My eyes remained dark and sleepless. After wrestling a major match on fumes, I’d been left feeling like a crashing meth addict on a Wednesday morning. I heard the door handle turn open and leaned back against the cubby hole behind me, wiping the moisture from my face as I did so.
Kemp: Let him and anyone else out there say what they want. We know the end results and that’s all that matters.
Lincoln: I would love to pop those #BeachKrew bitches in the mouth a couple times right about now though.
Andre: In due time, bruh bruh.
I hunched forward now, looking towards the blinding white of the wall across from me.
Spencer: Yeah, I...it’s just a lot right now, you know?
I take a deep breath and stand up to collect my bags, but am stopped by Andre when I get up who pulls me in for an embrace.
We separate and he steps past me to scoop his own bag up, as do Lincoln and Kyle.
Spencer: Thanks..
Andre: Just get back to the Chi and take care of your family. We’ll see you on the road in a few days again. Don’t be afraid to reach out again if you need to.
Spencer: Will do..
Part 4: infamy.tv
(11/6/18)
My nerves had worsened, but the wind coming off Lake Michigan helped keep me under wraps throughout the day. I spent every second of daylight I had on the search front with Ricky and Danny, eventually breaking away to retrace my steps in secrecy. The gym where I first met Dan Capello and the alley where I saw his friend murdered were both empty, but my memories of them remained vivid as ever. Still, they left me empty handed in my current pursuit.
Half a day of roaming the city in search of my nephew left me exhausted and filled with fleeting optimism. I can only imagine how Danny and Ricky have felt over the past week, not to mention Erica. I’d been texting her every chance I got, making sure that she was okay. I feel even worse knowing the state our mom was in. Erica was hurting, but channeled a good bit of her energy into making sure that she held up alright.
I came out of Clash successful in my efforts against TFK, but the guilt had left my stomach aching. I was second guessing myself constantly, unsure if getting back on the road was a decision I’d end up regretting. I knew Robbie would be thrilled to see me advance to the second round, but I can’t imagine him knowing anything about it. A vision of my nephew stuck in a dark place, petrified by the unknown had burned itself into my skull. I’d become haunted by the “what ifs”.
Stuck at work right now, should be home around 10. Feel free to stop by later.
I glanced back at Erica’s most recent text again, still not knowing how to respond knowing that my efforts for the day failed to produce any answers. I pressed my thumb against the power button, shutting off the screen as I pulled up along the street in front of her house. I breathed a deep sigh as my head dropped forward against the wheel.
Spencer: FUCK!
I shouted out into the front cabin of the car as I fought to keep it together, smacking my hands against the sides of the wheel in frustration. Looking over at the driveway, my attention was caught by a pair of flashing beams shining towards the front of the house. My brow crinkled as I pushed my way out of the driver’s seat and into the chill of the November night. I looked up to see a cracked front door and approached the cars cautiously. The one in front I had immediately recognized as Erica’s. A still figure in the car ahead had me on red alert as I stepped closer. When the figure came into view, I felt the bile forming in my throat as I stumbled backwards.
Spencer: Mom!
My hand yanked at her own car door and I leaned forward, feeling around in for a pulse in a blind flurry, my fingers becoming blood soaked from the slick red trickling down from a cut running from one side of her neck to the other. Breath became scarce as I stepped back and released the contents of my stomach out onto the ground below me. The cold outside suddenly became colder as I had to force myself to look away from my fatally wounded mother. Somehow, I found it in me to return to a vertical base as I backed up towards the empty street behind me.
I’m so sorry..
I wished I was here, wished I could’ve prevented it. I knew they were onto me, the figure in black. Adrenaline behind pumping through me as I crept up onto the front steps and pushed aside the door. I lunged forward towards a figure laying unconscious on the living room floor with their back against the hardwood.
It was my sister, beaten and bruised, but still breathing. I pushed my natural reaction down, suppressing the urge for a verbal outburst as I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up slowly to avoid the floor creaking. Each footstep took a lifetime as I began to ascend the stairs towards a lit bedroom.
?: Think we’re just about ready to get this stream started! Sounds like our guest of the hour is coming up as we speak!
How did they hear me and where have I heard their voice? My chest bloated out as I pressed my hand against the wood of the room’s door.
I was locked in, struggling to find the words as I was finally able to see the face of my nephew’s abductor.
Robbie: Uncle Spencer!
Kevin’s left hand held his phone high in front of him as the right jammed his gun’s barrel under Robbie’s chin, forcing him into silence.
My heartstrings snapped one by one as I was confronted by the shadow that terrorized me for the past year.
Spencer: Kev-
Kevin: Let..me...finish.
I swallowed hard as I saw the barrel shove harder against Robbie’s skin.
Spencer: I-
Kevin: Sit down.
I wanted to lunge at him and end it all, but I knew I had no choice in the matter and sat down in a rocker in the corner next to me.
A puff of air escaped his nostrils as a mild grin came over him.
Spencer: Kevin, you don’t have to do this..
Kevin: You know, it has been a while though. Go ahead and explain to the chat why I was never brought on to the UCI staff.
Spencer: Kevin..please..
Kevin: You forgot about me, didn’t you? You left your best friend behind when your brand started to grow. I wasn’t asked to help with UCI just like I wasn’t asked to help with your little #FightSmart project...you fucking forgot me?
Spencer: Please, put down the gun..
Kevin: You have no idea how lucky you are, Spencer. You were blessed with the health to do this, the resources to run your own company, and even reach the peak of it all. You’re living MY dream and you take it for granted..you travel the globe and I’m left here with a bad heart. I couldn’t even be a god damn referee! The closest I was ever able to get was behind a camera and you left me to sink!
Spencer: I was wrong..I made a mistake.
Kevin: Yeah..who doesn’t I guess, huh? I’ve made a few of my own recently. You know what really PISSES me off though?..
My mouth hangs open as I pull for words, but am cut off again.
Spencer: Kevin...please….we can end this.
Kevin: You’re right.
*BANG*
Spencer: NO!
*BANG*
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