Post by jessestyles on Jun 25, 2020 17:28:01 GMT
RAISING HELL (ON WHEELS)
“These people.. They just don’t get you, Kryp.”
“That’s sort’ve the point, is it not?”
“Yeah, but how do you expect to have a fan base?”
“I… couldn’t care less about the fans. What about that do you not get?”
“All of it. I think your little.. Air of mystery shtick has been played out. It’s been done before. You’re not intimidating any of your peers. In fact, they’re all making fun of you.”
“After that match with Scotty Adams?! Nah!”
“You didn’t exactly win! You just chose to do the same thing your opponent did, at the same exact time. And it put you both out of commission! Just look at you! You’re all bandaged up!”
“FUCK YOU!”
Another broken mirror. Sorry, management. Or am I? I mean, sure. I’m not right in the head. I have a dozen inner demons and the majority of them are all puppeteered by my own self! Given the hardcore, anything goes environment that this company boasts about, I figure my unsolicited aggression towards myself is more than appreciated. Even if it’s NOT an act to get me a main event spot.
“Dad??? Is… is everything alright?”
“Uhhhh.. Yeah, son!”
“OH SHIT! You’ve got a bloodied fist! Who’d you beat up tonight, dad?!”
“Don’t worry about it, Jimmy. I think the better question is why your mom let you out of the car to wander about the arena to find me..”
“Yeah, she said she had to go check on grandma. But I’m sure she was in a hurry to make a dick appointment!”
“.....True!”
“Dad? I’ve got something to tell you…”
“Well. Let’s jet first, buddy. I don’t need any of these schmucks knowing anything regarding myself or my family.”
“You’d just beat their asses anyway, right?!”
“Shhhhhhhh..”
Alright, Jimmy. From the top.
“Mark, what the hell are you doing?! Guard me! I’m gettin’ murked over here!”
“Mark! The hell, bro?!”
“MARK!!!”
“FUCK! I died!”
“Hey, man! What’d I miss?!”
“MARK! UGH! You missed my fucking death! That's what the fuck you missed! You were supposed to guard me there while I went over into our enemy’s territory!”
“Calm down, man. I was getting some pizza rolls!”
“SAY SOMETHING NEXT TIME! SO I CAN KICK YOU FROM THE FUCKING PARTY AND INVITE SOMEONE WHO WILL ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE GAME!”
“Alright, buddy. You need some mental help. I don’t owe you shit! I’ve known you for the past twenty minutes now and -”
“TWENTY MINUTES TOO LONG! YOU’RE DEAD TO ME!!”
“Jimmy??”
“Y-yes, mom?!”
“Who were ya just in here yelling at?”
“No one at all.”
“Jimmy, don’t lie to me. I heard you raise your voice. And by the looks of the headset, I already know your father made a huge mistake getting you that XBox!”
“What’re ya gonna do?! Take that away too?!”
“EXCUSE me?!”
“You heard me! Dad says the reason you take away all my toys is because you’re jealous of what he’s done for himself since the divorce! You can’t afford what he can!”
“Oh, that’s just absurd! Well, Jimmy. I know you’re a kid and all, but since you want to suddenly choose sides and jump into the middle of adult business…..”
“THIS IS MY BUSINESS! I’m the FUCKING child here! I’m the one that has to deal with this shit! And I already know exactly what you’ll say: that you’re there for me way more than he’s been. Is that really saying much, though?! Does that extra ten minutes of attention you give me make you proud? Does it make you think you’ve pulled ahead?! Won me over somehow?!”
“You’re both shit.”
“Jimmy! You’re restricted! No more XBox.”
“Predictable move.”
“And no more visits to your father!”
“You’re only doing me a favor there. But I’m pretty sure that’s illegal!”
“And I’m implementing the swear jar again!”
“Try implementing some common fuckin’ sense. Like, don’t let a man finish inside of you if you’re not willing to raise a child up responsibly?!”
She fuckin’ snapped at that moment. Based on what Jimmy told me, she went and ripped up all his posters, screamed every profanity at him - pft, swear jar my ass! - and bringing up my new relationship with Jimmy’s soon to be stepmother. Called it a sham. The same cold hearted bitch that bled me dry of my funds to spoil her boyfriend on the side.
Her love was a lie. And her desire to be ANYTHING to Jimmy was just laughable. I get it. I haven’t been the best parent. Jimmy told me he had just as many negative things to say about me. But in situations like these, as the kid, you tend to gravitate toward the lesser of the two shit shows. Whether Jimmy liked it or not, he knew that within me was a stronger foundation. He knew that he stood a greater chance staying with me and Mallory.
Her love was a lie. And her desire to be ANYTHING to Jimmy was just laughable. I get it. I haven’t been the best parent. Jimmy told me he had just as many negative things to say about me. But in situations like these, as the kid, you tend to gravitate toward the lesser of the two shit shows. Whether Jimmy liked it or not, he knew that within me was a stronger foundation. He knew that he stood a greater chance staying with me and Mallory.
“What’s up, babe?! You haven’t even touched your pancakes for all the day dreaming you’re doing! What’s her name?!”, Mallory asked jokingly.
“Grace..”, I responded with love in my voice, just to see Mal’s reaction.
“YOUR CRAZY EX?!”
“HAH! Relax. Jimmy told me some shit that had been going on recently. It’s no worse than any other instance he’s told me about but apparently for him, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back..”
“Pft. What did the bitch do now?!”
“She put him on restriction. No more XBox. Apparently he was going off on some friends he was playing with online. He started yelling at them, cussing them, and telling them to go kill themselves.”
“BABE! That’s terrible!”
“Well! His teammates sucked, Mal! What do you expect?!”
“My God! Do you not realize the pattern?!”
“Yes, Mal, but look at it this way. Would you rather me be the parent that teaches him that teamwork makes the dream work, or would you rather me be the one that can’t provide for him because I whore myself out and have a nasty cocaine addiction to kick?!”
“.....That’s. That’s a fair argument. Still doesn’t make XBox bullying healthy.”
“Eh, he’ll be alright. I get where the kid’s coming from and I’m pretty sane, right?”
“Are any of us ACTUALLY sane?”
I love this woman. She has no idea how bat shit crazy I can be. She doesn’t know the reason I wake up in the middle of the night most nights is because I need to silence the thoughts of my many personalities before finally being able to close my eyes again. The doubters, the lovers, the naysayers, the ones that are rooting for me. When I publicly tell my opponents that I’m everything: their strengths, their weaknesses, their fear and their calm, they’re probably assuming it’s all a strategy I use to get into their heads ; that I’m warning them that anything can happen when they’re dealing with me.
But what they don’t know is, this whole “shtick” is an extension of my own fucking personality. Just like they don’t know what’s coming at them, neither do I. And as great an opportunity as this fatal five way match for the Television Title is at Tension in Texas, I’d say the company is taking a huge gamble on me, by putting me in this match.
I haven’t done much, and I haven’t accomplished much since signing with Anything Goes Wrestling. These are things I’ve often tried to mask and deny while acting like a badass and cutting my cliche’ promos. My biggest claim to fame thus far has been competing in the first ever tag match to be contested here in AGW. And, well, nailing Scotty Adams with the steel chair in the same moment he attempted to do the same to me. Did this make me a badass, though? Nah.
Perhaps being in this match could solidify my status as a badass, but that’s if the gamble pays off. The catch is, Regis, Phillipe’, Lucas or Mike might jump out and try to fight this battle for me. Then I’d be fuckin’ screwed. Or maybe.. People would find it entertaining. And maybe after realizing the severity of my mental unstableness, Mallory will still be right there.
“Dad? May I play your PS4?”, Jimmy asked as he stepped into the scene, rubbing his eyes having just awoken in Mal and I’s spare room. Mallory looks at me, chuckling.
“Yeah, little man. Knock yourself out!”
“Alriiiiiiight! I can’t wait to beat some bitches up! The same way you do in AGW!”
“That’s right!”, I agreed, enabling him while also knowing in the back of my mind that he was buttering me up to get what it was he wanted.
Perhaps that’s how Scotty Adams wound up in this fatal five way match with me? I know, deep down, that if all rules were genuinely scrapped in AGW, and we were allowed more time to get back to our feet, I would’ve been celebrating a win over his ass.
“Well, babe! I gotta run! My hot yoga class starts in about half an hour!”
“Alright, I love you!”
“I love you too. And make sure you keep an eye on him!”, she said in a whisper.
She left, as I sighed, smirked at my occupied son and stepped into the master bathroom where I would examine myself in the mirror.
“What’s up, my worst critic in the world? You proud of me yet?”
“...For what exactly?”
“Well. For one, my son wants ME to be his caretaker.”
“Okay? Shouldn’t he, naturally? You’re his father!”
“Well. Unfortunately, his mom’s a -...”
“Stop. Are you ANY fucking better?! You’re straight up mental. One suicidal thought away from needing to be in a padded cell!”
“Don’t fuckin’ do that! You don’t pick on someone as mentally vulnerable as me!”
“You do it. Every time you make an AGW appearance. You put your opponents down. It’s what you wrestlers do. It’s a complete pissing competition. Then once you get in the ring, everything is much more tame. You all wind up looking silly!”
“If my emotions fought my opponents. If my inner demons got together and stood beside me on the front line, the violence I dish out would be just plain fucking BRUTAL. It wouldn’t be fair for anyone.”
“But you can’t say that won’t happen. You can’t promise you won’t get brutal. That’s what the world needs to see. Fuck all the pretences. Fuck the warnings and empty promises. They need you. We ALL need you. To step the fuck up. Man the fuck up. Be the threat we all know you to be. Take that title off Lexxi Starr.”
“I had already convinced myself.. That I was going to give it the ol’ college try.”
“But understand. You can’t just convince yourself of anything. You’ve got to have the utmost confidence in yourself. Yeah, you’re absolutely right. You haven’t done shit since you’ve been here, but Lexxi Starr’s claim to fame is having his faux music career mocked by Aemon Macateer, and having a live crab shoved down his pants compliments of that same man.”
“Yeah. Then he tried to play that whole thing off. Lexxi Starr can be beaten. He’s not untouchable and he’s not indestructible. As you just said, Aemon had his number. And in this match, at Tension in Texas, the odds are completely stacked against him. He’s got to defend his belt against four other people. Myself and Scotty being two of those guys.”
“It’s an even fucking ball game. Your other opponents are Rosalyn Crowley and Dane Bramage. Two other people that have hit their strides and had high marks, but have also hit rock bottom - especially Dane. He was the first ever AGW World Champion - only to lose his belt two shows later. And since then? He’s been on a major decline, my dude! The only reason he’d even pose a threat to you here, is if he’s feeling motivated to become the first wrestler to officially have held two different singles titles. Rosalyn, well, you can bet your ass she has Christian Rivers on the brain.”
“Rosalyn’s way too concerned about making her mentor Valora proud. But then again? Dane probably wants to do this shit not only for himself but for Brooke as well. But just like Brooke, the Television Title is going to be something Dane just CAN’T have. Especially with me involved!”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN DOING, COCKMONGER?!”, I hear coming from the living room. I briefly ignore this.
“I fuckin’ think you’re right. If I go in there, exuding confidence, the ‘dark horse’.. The ‘underrated’ Kryptonite is going to walk out with my first singles title! And I’ll be one step closer.. To becoming the AGW World Heavyweight Champion!”
“....Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“What?! You don’t think I can do it?!”
“Fuckin’ babysteps! Concentrate on one thing at a time, because right now you’re as fit to be the World Champion as you are to be the primary legal guardian of your son!”
“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN! MAKE UP YOUR MIND. ARE YOU ON MY FUCKING SIDE.. OR ARE YOU NOT?!”
“HAH!”
I was being taunted. Without hesitation, the bathroom mirror would bite the fucking dust! My fist was once again a bloodied mess, as my son would come in, jaw dropped, to see that my fist was once again bleeding but not because I had just beat up on an opponent. But because I had lost it. I lost another battle to myself. I let myself.. Get the best of me. I let myself get in my head. But… my son witnessing the aftermath of my episode wasn’t the worst thing that would happen in this moment.
“Hey, babe! I had gotten a good five minutes down the road and finally realized I forgot my yoga mat!”, Mallory blurts, walking into the master bedroom to retrieve it. Seeing Jimmy standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Mallory approaches closer and sees me. And I just know.. This MIGHT not be good.
Will I ACTUALLY live up to the hype at Tension in Texas?
Will I be successful in defeating four other men?!
Will my relationship with Mallory last?
Will she lose faith in me, and report me? Make it so I can’t see my own son? Or will she just laugh this whole thing off and side with me?
Fuck. Now I’m overanalyzing.
Time to face the consequence. And take it for face value.
So until next time.
Sincerely yours,
Kryptonite