Post by Odin Balfore on Feb 5, 2021 20:20:45 GMT -5
Denver International Airport.
Seated at the Root Down bar.
The Whiskey whispered feel-good memories in my ear from beneath the cracking ice as Karlie Nashes promo played on the TV. If there was a time for good memories, it was long ago. However, facing down the fact that I am on a path beset against myself. My past life, m career, my future - uncertain. The loss of the US title did pull me down but not enough to hold me down. Biden gave me a task. He entrusted me and gave me his word. I have the might of the world’s superpower on my side. He had sent me here because Denvers airport is known as an Illuminati stronghold and bomb shelter. Somewhere beneath this airport is a whole world that even I don’t know about even with my diplomatic ties. I’ve been sitting for three hours, drinking whiskey and looking back at the door. I’m not sure if that's to work up the nerve, face the truth or something else. Maybe I don’t want to know what’s going on underneath this place. Maybe I should jump back on the plane, fly back to PG and tuck my dick between my legs. But I’m here.
Sliding the glass across the bar, I dig into my pocket, take out my wallet and pull out two Bennys and leave them on the hardwood. Walking towards the dorm I stop right before it.
This is it. Don’t get scared now.
I had to walk deeper into the main terminal and back down a few floors. But on my way, Battle Bowl was on my mind; probably to distract myself from the task at hand.
“ I have the ability to win the battle bowl and take the number thirty spot at Havoc. I’m going to have to carry Karlie Nash but only to the battle royal proper. Bam Beefer and Teo were first. I would be remiss if I could tell you the first thing about Beefer but that is no concern. I am the best big man in this business. No matter what else happens in my career - that is something I earned. But you know what, Beefer, I’m not done, and unlike Karlie, it’s not because I’m too foolish to hang it up. I could have retired, king of the fucking world - Ruler of an island nation with food and drink and whores at my call. I could take my place in Valhalla or Atlantis and rule otherworldly places that you can only dream about. OR, I could drink my sorrows away in the grit of despair. I’ll hang these boots up when I’m done kicking in teeth and breaking down doors and I ain’t there yet. The world is going to bring you to me and you will see my power. I have no more time in my career to convince people of the same thing over and over that they refuse to see. Teo will at least give me the respect that I earned. Beefer is just a fat dude who fought a bunch f skinny drunks in his life and this will be the first time going against a man bigger than him.A bigger name than him, stronger than him - hits harder than him. Breaking him down on fundamental levels of fat cheeseburger crumbs. A pillowcase full of milkshakes and chicken nuggets - the fool. Bah, as long as I still breathe, I’m the big man you have to defeat and this first round of Battle Bowl aint it.
Teo, you’re a good talent but even you know that you’re out of your element. You belong here, no doubt, I’ll give it to you but this isnt where you excel. You’re a midcard guy and there’s no shame in that. There is no star factor in the fact that you could be last in Havoc. So spare me the good guy - try hard play style. Take your Beefer buddy and take a fucking hike. Cuz I got shit to do, matches to win and a career to continue. Everyone thinks that this week is the week I hang it up. Nah it aint nor will you be the one to do it. This Regulator has a job to do. Now watch as I go and do it.”
Hidden away on one of the lower floors, was a row of gargoyles on either side of a fountain. Pushing the gargoyal on the far right revealed a switch; stepping on the switch, drained the water of the fountain and revealed a hidden ladder.
Time to go down it. Change the world. Become something greater.
A Regulator."