Post by chaos lite on Jun 9, 2013 21:30:28 GMT -4
when i’m up
you’re coming down
you’re coming down
jun.08.thirteen4:16pm
I’m Aubrey J. Parker. And I’m in the emergency room.
I don’t remember it, but apparently while I was preparing to make myself pasta, I thrust both of my hands into a pot of boiling water until the flesh started to peel from my fingers. I took shot after shot of clear liquor until I was unable to produce clear and coherent thoughts. I stumbled to the liquor store... and I went off to some lady about how I was going to hurt my friends.
I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember where I started losing time.
”What the hell happened!?”
...and I don’t remember when Cassandra strolled into the room, either. This bitch knew how to work a nerve.
”I got drunk and I tried to make pasta. That’s all you missed.”
Glancing down at my hands, covered in bandages, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. I did it to myself, and I had no right to be angry, but I was. I was so angry I was laughing through warm tears that rolled down my cheek, and the worst part is, I don’t even know why I was crying. Like, which fucking emotion is that?
”I hear you were talking like a crazy person, not that it’s a huge surprise. Something about hurting all your friends?”
That rung a bell.
”Cass, I was drunk. I’m embarrassed, let it go. It’s over.”
”You don’t get that luxury, Aubs. You can’t just say shit like that and get to say ‘let it go.’ You hurt people. Were you talking about me?”
”I don’t-”
”Were you talking about Logan?”
Now I could hear the bell ringing, clear as day.
”Where’s Talon?”
”He’s on his way here. I didn’t want him to freak out because of one of your meltdowns, so I... just kind of gave him the brief synopsis.”
Here is the part where I normally would’ve thanked Cassandra and pulled her into some type of hug, sighing in relief that my boyfriend wasn’t worried out of his mind, again, thinking that I did something completely idiotic, or made a drunken fool out of myself, but... that’s not what happened.
I looked at her blankly, and I’m not sure if would’ve cared one way or the other what she told him, or anybody else for that matter.
”I just wanna go home. I learned my lesson, ha. Don’t wander around the shady part of New York in the middle of the day when you’re halfway through a bottle of Everclear. Progress? Let’s go.”
I started to rise to my feet, but unsurprisingly, Cassandra placed her hands on my shoulders, keeping me grounded as she gave me a disapproving head-shake.
”We need to make sure you’re cleared to wrestle. You’re lucky you didn’t completely burn your hands raw.”
”Lucky me.”
”Did you, at any point, think about- like- your obligation to your tag team partner two days from now? Logan’s counting on you here...”
”Does it make me a bitch if I were to tell you that I was more focused on fighting Logan than being his partner?”
”Um, a little? How could you think like that? You guys just- you were doing so well!”
”We are. M&M is still as solid as ever, and we’re still going to completely obliterate Envikado and Emerald Assassin and whoever else from ‘the League’ decides to get in the way, but there’s no way around it... Test for the Best is in three weeks, and that’s gonna dominate my thinking for three weeks. Do you know what I see Emerald Assassin and the League as?”
”I bet I have a few ideas...”
She flinched when I leaned close to her.
”Thieves.”
Cassandra raised her eyebrow and put her hands on my shoulders again, pushing me back, encouraging me to lie down. Of course, stubborn Aubrey, I didn’t want to.
”They want to stand up to the New Sindicate like any good ‘hero’- or at least a couple of guys pretending to be- would want to. I understand why they would want that kind of exposure and that kind of glory... especially when you look at how Evan’s more confused than Frank Ocean in a strip club, and Delikado’s about two bad movie references away from permanent status as a sideshow act. The League could replace him with the Hardcore Monkey, and it would probably take people a few minutes to notice.
But this match puts me at risk. It puts Logan at risk. And I don’t care what Delikado thinks he’s going to do at Test for the Best, but this cute little six-man tag match Sienna scheduled is a hindrance, and it’s one more potential-assault, one more potential-injury heading into Test for the Best. Envikado wanted this, and now we’re forced to face those two idiots and the Emerald fucking Assassin.
They’re trying to take away what we’ve worked so hard for. They’re trying to take away our opportunity... they’re thieves.”
She sat there, and she stared at me for a while, and I wish I knew what she was thinking, that bitch... but she just smiled and took my hand in hers. Her palms were sweaty. Gross.
”Do you still have the keys to Evan’s car?”
I laughed, and it was a genuine one in recent memory. I briefly recalled the ordeal in my head- to be honest, I don’t remember the whole thing.
”Yeah, hahaha... I have them.”
Somewhere. I should keep track of things like that.
”Where’s the car?”
”It’s fine.”
”You’re giving it back to him, right?”
I rolled my eyes, legitimately insulted that it had to be pulled into question.
”No, I thought a jail sentence would look good on my resumé.”
”You’re not underestimating them, are you? This isn’t something you should take lightly. I don’t know how much you and Logan can rely on Red Scorpion. Whether you think it’s fair or not, Aubrey, you’re in this- and you really need to consider that... I don’t want to see my best friend get hurt.”
”Um, your best friend doesn’t want to get hurt either. She has a tournament to win.”
”Stay focused.”
”How could I be more focused than-”
”For Logan.”
And that’s what did it. That’s usually what brought everything back into perspective... when somebody drilled into my head that I had a dedication to somebody else when the card read ‘M&M’. This week, I had a dedication to two people, and one of them I didn’t even know- but I had to deal with it this week. No matter how I felt, this is the situation I was in, and I was in it with Logan.
I left the hospital that night.
I don’t remember it.
unspecified.unspecified
”All this time, I’ve been so caught up in thinking about Asylum, and competing against Logan, and Test for the Best... and I almost overlooked the fact that this Monday on Meltdown, we have a duty. We have a responsibility as members of the New Sindicate, and it’s to send the LXW trash packing back to Overdrive... they can take the Emerald Assassin with them for all I care. But they’re not taking a win.
Fuck that.
Maybe it’s a pride thing, and it took a little while for it to kick in, but I realized that there’s no way in hell that I can go to Atlanta on Sunday with confidence knowing that Evan Harrison and Delikado beat us. For years, I put up with Evan and his constant attempts to lower my self-esteem, and I put up with it from his friends- A.C. Smith, Jason Storm, and whoever else happened to be around. I put up with it, and I made myself better because of it. I did everything I could to become... what I am now...
Evan never helped me with that. Logan Alexander did, and Logan taught me the things Evan was afraid to, because- because Evan KNEW that I would become greater than he’d ever be.
Evan Harrison knew that the moment he pushed me to be the best, he’d quickly be spelling the end for himself, and that’s why Evan never helped me. Evan claims that he had a hand in helping me throughout my wrestling career, but the moment I debuted... the moment I became something in this business, he bailed on me, and all of his other friends because he couldn’t handle that everybody around him, everybody that helped gain exposure, were becoming bigger, and bigger, and they were ready to swallow him whole because suddenly, Evan Harrison was no longer near the top of the food chain... and lord knows he was never AT the top.
I made a lot of the same mistakes Evan did, though. I’ve allowed myself to take a backseat to in APW and everywhere before that for the past three years, and because of that, a lot of people forget how deadly serious my threats and my claims are when it pertains to the wrestling ring, so allow me to take a second and remind everybody...
I’m Aubrey J. Parker, and I’m the best thing to ever happen.
Logan Alexander is a technical mastermind, and he has been one of the most DOMINANT MEGASTARS IN ACTION PACKED WRESTLING HISTORY and we are M&M.
We don’t have a trophy telling everybody that we’re the best. We don’t have the APW Tag Team Championships. We don’t even have... t-shirts.
But we are the best. Don’t mistake us for anything else.
Delikado and Evan Envi are two of the most impressive Megastars in the business today, but there’s a reason Envikado hasn’t had a tag team match since before Survive & Conquer... and it’s because they aren’t real. They’ve been brought together by fear. The League is a group of friends banded together because they FEAR the New Sindicate, and they fear the alliances that they watched form around them.
Evan, Delikado, you might be able to pass as a tag team for a while, but you both have the individualists’ mentality, so how long are you REALLY going to watch each others’ backs? When shit gets tough, how long can the two of you REALLY count on one another... and how long can Emerald Assassin count on you? We all know that it’s only a matter of time before he sees through the facade, and he realizes that not even you... not even Envikado can stop M&M or the New Sindicate.
Then he’ll lose faith in you, and he’ll lose faith in himself, and the Red Scorpion will eat him alive. The odds will be narrowed, and you’ll panic, and before you know it, you’re looking at a three-on-two situation. And you’ll turn on each other. You’ll turn... you’ll blame the other, and then we’ll strike, and one of you will be down, and while your partners are on the outside, broken, hurt, cold, there’s one of you left, and we’ll fucking devour you, and BAM... the mystique is gone...
Emerald Assassin no longer looks like a superhero. The kids’ hearts are broken. The crowd goes hushed.
...and the League no longer looks like it’s capable of saving the world. They won’t even be able to save themselves come tomorrow night. Management is devastated.
Then what?
Evan, Delikado, Assassin... this is our world, so I suggest you get used to it. You can come together if you wish, but you won’t be able to change anything. Not even the Red Scorpion can screw this up.
We’re the best. Help us prove it.”
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free...
you were only waiting for this moment to be free...
jun.09.thirteenmorning
I don’t know what time it was, and I don’t remember when Logan came to the hotel. I don’t remember why I was laughing like an idiot, but I was sitting there with him... and we were playing chess... and every time I moved my finger across the board to slide across the pawn, I laughed. I threw my hair back in uproarious laughter and he simply responded with a small smirk.
Maybe I was losing time. Maybe I wasn’t laughing as much as I thought. Maybe all of these moments were kind of blending together.
I’m going to hurt all my friends.
”How long’s it been since you faced Evan?”
He moved his knight. He took one of my pawns. More laughter.
”Two years and a few months... wonder if he even remembers.”
I’m going to hurt all my friends.
”It’s only been a few months for you, though. You’ve been in there with him three times... you know how he moves now, and how he operates out there. I can only keep an eye from afar.”
I swear, I caught a gleam in his eye and a gentle smirk.
”Until tomorrow, anyway.”
My bishop captured one of his few remaining pawns. He frowned, but quickly removed it from his face, raising his eyes to meet mine, to see if I caught it- but I played it coy.
I’m going to hurt all my friends.
”Ha, yeah. He...”
”You alright?”
I didn’t look at him. I heard the concern in his voice. I felt my heart pounding. I felt the sweat beading on my forehead, but I stared at the chess board.
”Yeah.”
I’m going to hurt.
”Just...”
All my friends.
”Just wondering if this Scorpion guy is as good as you say he is, or if he’s gonna fuck us. I don’t want to carry dead weight out there tomorrow... I don’t like being in Sienna’s territory any longer than I have to, and leaving Meltdown with a loss... that’s just... I can’t.”
”I understand. Let’s make sure we don’t, then.”
”Delikado’s the unknown here. I’ve been on the same side of the ring as him before... but we’ve never faced him- neither has Scorpion. None of us know what that’s going to be like.”
”A controlled frenzy matching methodical chaos.”
His bishop took my final pawn.
Hurt.
”We can tear them apart out there. Everybody would thank us for it... one less freak, two less egomaniacs...”
One of my rooks captured his.
I’m going to hurt you.
”Maybe...”
He rested his arms on the edge of the table and his eyes moved from the board, and up to me. I was already staring at him, and I don’t remember what expression I had on my face, but it prompted him to say something I’ll never forget:
”Don’t look so down, kid. I’m sharper out there than I’ve ever been, and you’re better than I’ve ever seen you. No one can take away what we’ve done... and I know no one can stop you when you want to do something. You want this just as much as I do- so there’s no question. We won’t be stopped.”
I smiled.
"Perfect..."
I believed him, if only for one second.
fin.
