"Never Know Fear": Part 2
Nov 23, 2019 21:10:09 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Shadowlove, and 3 more like this
Post by "Dreamcatcher" Ariel Shadows on Nov 23, 2019 21:10:09 GMT -5
You know, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m banged up. I’m hurtin’. My back is still sore from being powerbombed on the steps. My shoulder is still having phantom pains where you cost me the Television Title. My head is still swirling with bad shit, and it’s getting worse every time I fucking hear “Orion” by Metallica on the radio.
I’m still here, though. Still smiling. Still got this team, these tag belts, a little bit of weed left in the bag, and some air moving through my lungs. I can still breathe, I can still go.
Karlie Nash, Nikki Vaughn...you’ve just been scratching at the surface. You’re doing the exact same shit you did months ago when I got here, thinking the same formula will keep producing the same result even with different ingredients. We’re not a couple of cowboys, pretend movie stars, British royalty wannabes, or even a couple of dandy dicks. These little potshots you take aren’t doing anything but pissing me off.
You tried to isolate us, and pick us off one at a time. Me being magically inserted into the Television title picture only helped your aspirations for a third Tag Team title reign. And when you heard about the eight-man gauntlet your eyes sparkled. You thought you’d wear me down before our match at Turmoil, and then I’d be worn the fuck out after facing seven people in a row. But you got so greedy, so stupid…
You fucked your plan up when you cost me the title to Voss Holt. You freed up my schedule for this week, Karlie. You literally took your one and only advantage, and you threw it away. You not only gave me a reason to kick your teeth into the upper deck, but you gave me the spare time to do it too! Thank you, both of you! Thank you for being so god damn dumb you literally paved the way for me to beat the fuckin’ brakes off both of ya!
I don’t blame you though. We did the same shit to get where we are, right down to the double powerbomb onto something hard and metal. But instead of getting the title shots gift-wrapped, we had to go through half of Action’s roster at the time. We had to beat people considered legends of the business, people who later went on to be World Champions. We had to beat former World Champions. Then when the time came to actually win the belts we had to beat The Hollywood Elite TWICE, after they paid off a ref to screw us!
If Trapson was a ref here, that shit wouldn’t go down! I PROMISE you that!
We earned this spot. You had your chance. Twice to be exact. And both times, you failed to hold onto the belts. You already know the future. We already know the future. IllumiGnarly will retain the titles, put you in your place, and bring Action Wrestling's Tag Team division to a whole new level. But if anything, you're so obnoxious it's almost admirable the way you fight your fates. You've shown us you're willing to do whatever it takes. If you could afford to pay off the referee, I'm sure you'd try that too.
So...yeah. I’m sore, I’m hurt, I’m pissed off, and my period’s probably gonna start sometime in the next couple of days. Usually I’m still smiling. But I can’t smile at Turmoil, because they got me in there with you dip fucks. I ain’t smilin’ no more, dumb bitches. After this, you’re gonna be Bled, Cried & Abused.
So...yeah. I’m sore, I’m hurt, I’m pissed off, and my period’s probably gonna start sometime in the next couple of days. Usually I’m still smiling. But I can’t smile at Turmoil, because they got me in there with you dip fucks. I ain’t smilin’ no more, dumb bitches. After this, you’re gonna be Bled, Cried & Abused.
Tomorrow night, these colors are gonna run from us.
The time for enlightenment is over. We’re just gonna fuck these broads up.
End transmission.
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Nice place!"
He just walks into our room like he paid for it. He plops down on the bed like he's sleeping in it. He pulls out a Ziploc baggie of what looks like little gummy stars and starts chowing down.
"This the new boyfriend? Good find. I was afraid you'd pull a Kitty Petrova and start fucking Mike Best or something like that."
He looks up at Wesley. I estimate from the look on his face that he is 26% thinking about front dropkicking him out of the bed, and 51% scared he's gonna pull a pistol out on us. SLIMBOI is staying under the bed, thinking that's the safest place to be. I did mention to Wesley that his brothers, while they were still alive, were involved with mobsters that had their fingers in what was left of the territories back then. So he does know a thing or two because he's seen - hell, done - a thing or two.
"....what are you doing here?"
He just smirks, holding his arms up with that stupid fucking grin and shrug he does. It gets heat, I gotta admit it.
"I'm on business. Why else would I be here?"
"I mean, what are you doing HERE?"
"I don't know. But I'm going to find out..."
"You fucking died! I went to your funeral!"
"Jesus titty fucking Christ, please don't yell at me. I was going to match you a blunt. I'm sick of people bitching about this shit. 'I WENT TO YOUR FUNERAL!' Yeah, and I'll go to yours when someone abducts you, fakes your death, locks you up for two years in a chemically induced coma, heals your body of virtually every ailment you ever had right down to my fucking lazy eye I've had since kindergarden, then out of nowhere lets you wake up still trapped and you have to use Twitter to call for help?"
"Oh shit, that was you? I thought that was an ARG, I swear to God..."
I half expected him to jump down Wesley's throat, but instead he laughed so hard he had to stop trying to light the blunt.
"Probably would have had better luck getting over if it was, right?"
"You're telling me that someone waited until you were on your deathbed, kidnapped you, made everyone think you were dead, but in all reality you were alive and in a coma?"
"Yup. And since I'm obviously not dying of lung tumors or pancreatic damage, they also completely healed my body."
"And they brought you back now, two years later...why?"
He shook his head, quiet for a moment.
"I can't wait to ask them. But that's for another time. I wanted to drop by to let you both know I'm a big fan. iGnarly. Love it."
"My idea."
Wesley points to himself with a wink.
"Oh, I knew damn well Ariel couldn't come up with something that cool."
"If I had a dick, this is where I would tell you to suck it."
"You get the fucking point. I'm not angry with you for finally moving on. I'm glad you did. Be free. Be happy. Don't tie my weight around your neck. You, Wesley, the alien under the bed that tried to hide when I came in, but I could hear it clicking with glee when I lit this fuckin' stank..."
He looked out the window for a moment.
"But you also need to know that I have another reason for being here. There's about to be some REALLY BIG SHIT going down. I wanted y'all to know, so you could be safe when it happens. So you didn't get involved. And I'm telling you: no matter what your gut instinct tells you, do NOT get involved. Pretend you never saw me tonight, and don't go looking for me again. Be free, Ariel. You've seen your future. More than once."
He glances at Wesley with a smile.
"Dead ass, bro, 2010. We ran from a jaguar in the jungle in Mexico, found an ancient pyramid. It said the exact same things as the one you saw...hell...it might have been the same one. Maybe it wasn't me that she was standing beside....maybe it was you. Fate's gonna do what fate's gonna do. Ariel, you've always been meant for so much more than you would have been beside me. Maybe with Wesley at your side, you'll be who you truly are."
He looks at me. We lock eyes. For a moment, I felt everything going back to that fateful day in 2006 when we met at a party. We were drunk, he walked me home, then walked back in the rain to bring me my purse.
"Be free, be happy, be who you are meant to be. Keep those Tag belts and be the best fuckin' tag team that ever high-fived in front of a paying crowd."
Silence permeated the room.
"Think SLIMBOI will come out if I give him one of these Stars Of Death? They're like 1000mg each..."
Several clicks and chirps fill the room, followed by laughter. Wesley, SLIMBOI and I spent the rest of the night smoking weed, eating snacks, and shooting the shit with my newly-resurrected ex-husband.