Post by chaos lite on Feb 24, 2013 1:59:33 GMT -4
the world’s in trouble, there’s no communication
We meet again. My name is Cassandra McPherson and I come to you bearing bad news:
I lost Aubrey J. Parker.
I don’t know what time it is. I think it’s Sunday though. Damnit, I feel like a parent. I’m worried sick. I know it seems weird to you, but this has never happened. She’s never just disappeared! She’s never done things like this before- attacking Anthony? Jair? William? Listening to Jason?
You have to believe me when I tell you I don’t know what’s wrong. You have to believe me when I say...
I’m going to find out today.
feb.12.thirteen1:02pm
...Bzzzzzt!
Bzzzzzt!
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Bzzz--
”Hey, it’s Aubrey. Sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, but leave your name and a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can! Kisses!”
”At the tone, please record your message. When you’re finished, please hang up, or press ‘1’ for more options.”
Beep.
”Soooo... are you ever gonna come home and explain why you went after Anthony and friends? Ha. Seriously, I know you’re probably with either Talon or Logan but just send me a text or something. I haven’t seen you in two days, since Asylum! Okay? Just... let me know you’re not dead, or in jail. You have a match this week and I want to hear all about it! Love ya, boo!”
Click.
6:50pm
Bzzzzzt!
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Bzzz--
”Hey, it’s Aubrey. Sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, but leave your name and a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can! Kisses!”
”At the tone, please record your message. When you’re finished, please hang up, or press ‘1’ for more options.”
”Good evening, skank! Sienna here... just wanted to extend an invitation to you to join us for Meltdown on Monday since your best friends, the Dying Breed have been invited. Maybe you can promote your match against Jason Kash and Kaylyn! You’re a business woman. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision. Ciao.”
Click.
feb.13.thirteen9:31am
”Hey, it’s Aubrey. Sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, but leave your name and a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can! Kisses!”
”At the tone, please record your message. When you’re finished, please hang up, or press ‘1’ for more options.”
"Hello Aubrey, it's Logan. Was just hoping to catch you at home and talk about some stuff coming up. Sienna extended an invite for Meltdown because the Dying Breed are there. Considering the hurry she was in to be rid of us, I smell setup... Also, we need to discuss Asylum and possibly trade some notes in regard to our match. I know it'll be a big one for us, so get back in touch when you get the chance. Until then."
Click.
feb.15.thirteen.10:05am
”The party you have reached … is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you’re finished, please hang up, or press ‘1’ for more options.”
”Aubs, where the hell are you? Seriously, a text or something would be nice. Or a fucking post-it note on the door to let me know where to forward your mail.
...I don’t know where your head’s at, but if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that you injured William on Asylum last weekend. He needed surgery because of your little stunt. Maybe you should give him a call before you get yourself hurt. Or something. Honestly, Aubs, get your shit together.”
Click.
unspecified.dateundisclosed.time
Aubrey’s voice greets us through somber, unidentified darkness, and although the voice is recognizable as the Suicidal Champion’s, she speaks to us in a quiet voice that occasionally dips into a hoarse whisper.
”I shouldn’t be surprised.
I shouldn’t be surprised that this match is happening. I should be grateful for it because... if you were to ask me how I feel about the opportunities that I’ve been handed in APW and how my career’s gone so far, I’d tell you that I’m not happy with it because I was never allowed to accomplish anything on my own in this company.
Even since Meltdown, in every major match I’ve been in, somebody else has always shown up and gotten involved on their own accord, whether it’s been for my benefit, or my detriment and for a long time I haven’t been able to do anything about it.
Outside interference has cost me the North American Championship. It cost me the Tag Team Championships. It cost me the World Championship.
However, outside interference helped me gain the Suicidal Championship and that... that’s the only one everyone remembers. Funny, right? Ha.
So I’ve a solution: we end that by our own hands.
From now on, whether it’s in singles competition or in a tag team match, M&M proves that we deserve everything we’ve earned and everything we’ve worked for over the past six months, without anyone else deciding to make it a part of their business. If that means going as far as beating the hell out of somebody with a steel chair for getting a little too close to ringside, then so be it. I’m not above it. I hate all of my fellow Asylum inmates equally.
I hate you.
I won’t be a victim.”
Click. Click.
Click. Click.
”I don’t know where this started between us, Kaylyn. I really don’t. I know that it was two years ago, almost exactly when we first met. I knew you didn’t like me when we first made eye contact, ha, and for a while I didn’t know exactly what to think... I didn’t know if I did something to offend you, or if you had heard something about me that you didn’t like, or... or jealousy.
I remember hearing that you were supposed to have been this big deal, and I wasn’t exactly sure why. Then I got in the ring with you and I understood it. You’re a fighter, and you have this ridiculous, uncanny in ring presence that just makes even a basic wrestling match against you feel like a World Heavyweight Title war. I respect your abilities and I look forward to facing you every time we’re scheduled... and it’s not just because I’ve grown fond of kicking your ass. It’s because I know we always give the fans a good match.
Since you’ve come here, you’ve done a great job at making a name for yourself. You’ve picked up some wins when they’ve mattered, and you’ve held the hands of the right people; APW management in the form of Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall.
However, surprise-surprise, because you don’t have a championship belt around your waist, you don’t get the same grief that I do. No one points out that you’ve never been able to win a high profile match on your own. Nobody acknowledges that the only reason your name is so big is because of the asses you’ve kissed and the people you’ve ambushed.
You COULD be a big name all on your own, Kaylyn, but you choose not to be, and I think that’s the only reason you’re not successful. You spend so much time hiding behind Sienna Harrison and Christian Kane and Jason Kash when you have no reason to, so you come off looking like a second rate Rocket Grunt.
You shouldn’t.
You’re better.
Scattered, black and white images of X-rays from Kaylyn James Evans’ leg which was injured in early January at the hands of M&M flash across the screen, interspersed with clips of Evans screaming in agony in the center of the ring... X-rays of Aubrey’s wrist, broken at the hands of Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane in December- clips of the assault, culminating with Kaylyn slamming Aubrey’s wrist in a car door.
”We’ve put each other through hell since we’ve been here and all I’ve ever wanted to do was wrestle, and nobody let me have that. Nobody. And you’re the worst, Kaylyn. You’re the one that’s- on countless occasions- jumped me from behind and tried to injure me, and- and... and you’ve run your mouth about me like some sort of stuck-up, prissy high school cunt.
So I snapped a while ago, and I put you out of action and it was one of the most satisfying feelings I’ve ever experienced. I still think about it when I’m alone, and I’m not doing anything... or sometimes while I’m not alone, and it distracts me, because I remember it so vividly. It’s like it’s still happening, and I still want it.
It’s like I have to do it again.
I like the feeling.
The thing is, I know it’s not that easy, and you’ll fight and you’ll scream and you’ll do your best to put me and Logan away... and my only objective is to stop you from doing it, so I can hurt you again, before you hurt me.
I won’t be a victim.”
Click. Click.
Click. Click.
An image of Jason Kash flashing a toothless grin at the camera, his face covered in blood, appears on the screen. Within seconds, it disappears.
”Jason, you’ve told me that I haven’t earned shit... that I’m only where I am because of the people that I know, or something like that. You’ve told me that I’m not a real champion because I’ve never had the chance to defend my titles. You’ve told me that my career, up to this point, has basically been nothing.
I’m not sure why it matters to me. I don’t know why I care what you have to say... but I do.
You’re the only person to beat me one on one in APW without any sort of argument. Without any excuses. Without any interference. For six months, nobody has been able to do it, and then you proved that it could be done. So for you to say those things... I guess I only care because as far as the world knows, you’re the better wrestler. For all we know, that could be true.
I guess it matters because now I feel that if I don’t beat you, I really don’t deserve this title.
...Kind of like how if I don’t beat the Dying Breed again, I know I don’t deserve these Tag Team Titles.
This match means a lot because Logan and I, we’ve heard nothing but doubts and rumors and bullshit regarding why we have these titles and why we don’t deserve them.
It’s always something about how we’re not good enough, or how we haven’t earned something. Always something.
We never complain. We just shut up, and we wrestle, and we do our job, and we do it well. So well, that both of us were double champions for weeks... the only reason we aren’t now, is because Kaylyn took it upon herself to rob Logan of his title.
And now that we’re able to do something that no other tag team in APW seems to be capable of, and we’re dominant in nearly every aspect, people are LINING UP to tear us down, and to show us how much they really hate us... to show us how little respect they really have for us. And they wonder why people are getting hurt around here, ha?
If we don’t hurt people, then we let everyone take everything from us.
You’re one of the most influential people in my career, Jason. You made me realize that no matter how hard I try, some people are just impossible to please. You’ve made me fight a little harder... and you make it feel okay to do bad things because sometimes, with you, it’s about just beating you in a match- and trust me, I know beating you in a match would be enough because this business- it’s your heart and soul. It’s everything to you... and I know that hurting you doesn’t mean as much as hurting people like Christian, people like Kaylyn... like the Dying Breed.
You’ve said before that you wear your scars and wounds like trophies, and I’ve never shown you any disrespect for it. I find it intriguing, and I view it as a challenge.
I want to leave my mark, by scarring you forever. I want to leave a story written on your body. I want you to look in the mirror, and see a part of me every day. Regardless of what it means to you, it means a lot to me... that I hurt you.
I will not be a victim.”
Click. Click.
Click.
feb.24.thirteen12:52am
There is the distant and faint buzz of a dial tone... followed by ringing. For seconds, it continued, unanswered, uninterrupted, droning.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ri-- click.
"Hello?"
"Logan... it's Aubrey. I'm- I'm sorry, I know what time it is."
There were a few moments of chuckling on the other end.
"It's no problem. What's up?"
"I'm sorry that I haven't been there too much over the past few weeks. I know it's been... weird, with me, and I haven't been easy to talk to or... stuff like that. And I'm sorry. And I just want to be a good teammate, and a good partner, and I don't want you to be disappointed in me."
There was a brief pause.
"It's okay Aubrey. I suspected that you were coping with something over the last little while. I knew it was bothering you, but I didn't want to push it. I'll always be available if you need to talk about any of this. I'm your partner and I'm not going to judge you or cast you aside. I'll always stand with you... and you'll never be a disappointment to me."
There are a few seconds where there's nothing but silence, and light breathing on Aubrey's end.
"I'm sorry that I'm bringing you into this mess with the Dying Breed, and Kash, and... all this bullshit."
"You didn't bring me into any of this. Kash was a given with the relationship he has with Evans. The moment we beat the Dying Breed... we knew they'd be back. You just had to listen to upstanding Bailey on his Twitter highhorse."
It was evident in Aubrey's voice that she wanted to laugh, but she didn't.
"I'm gonna have to handle that situation tomorrow night, you know."
"I know. I'll be there with you if you need me to be."
"I appreciate it. I'm..."
She wanted to apologize. She didn't. She caught herself... and laughed in spite of herself.
"We're going to be the best Tag Team Champions ever. That's what we promised each other, right?"
"That's the plan. We just have to make it happen."
There was a slight laugh.
"Thanks, Logan. See you in the morning."
"Night Aubrey. Sleep well."
Click.
It took me... too long to find her.
fin.
