Post by L. S. Hutchinson on Jun 22, 2012 17:22:59 GMT -5
[Sorry, I had to cut it short. I was planning to do another two, maybe three or four pages but I got too tired and couldn’t stay awake anymore. In fear of not being able to post it at all, I’ll post it as it is now and I’ll edit it when I wake up. Sorry for the mistakes and the lack of the pages I had planned. Soz. - Luke.]
Psst, I'll probably post more pages when I wake up, keep it a secret tho.
We come into this world butt naked, crying, half-blinded by the light as a mysterious and rather frightening man in white takes us from the place we had called our home for the last nine months. We come into this world pathetic, needy, almost useless. It’s only when we start discovering our likes, our loves, our dislikes, our hates that make us into who we are. Now depending on our nature and our nuture, we could end up two different people. The one we were born to be or the one the world makes us. I’m sided with the second option, not by choice. I never knew my parents growing up. I was kidnapped, taken away from my family, was eventually adopted, grew up in a dull place, fell in love, accidentally and unknowingly got someone pregnant, lost my adoptive parents, moved to Mexico and learned how to wreslte, travelled around the world, made some friends, moved to America and now I’m one of the top guys in New York City Championship Wrestling, fighting in the main event for that big gold belt. That’s the person the world has made me. If things were different, I would be too. A part of me is sad that I never knew my parents up until now ... but another part of me is glad.
When I look at you, Johnny. All I see is a man pretending to be the best. Trying so hard to hold onto that big gold belt and that beautiful big-assed slut ... because he’s got nothing else going for him. From what I can gather, he’s not a big family man, he’s obssessed with beautiful women, he’s vain and he thinks that just because I’m short, that I’m somehow less of a great man than he is. I’ll tell you this. I may be short ... but that’s just one small detail that is wrong with me compared to all the great things about me. I’m smart, I’m a great wrestler, I don’t have a porno mustache, I’m good in bed, I’m funny and I’ve got an awesome beard, a sexy wife, great kids and cool friends. What do you have? A slut and a big gold belt with a big nosed asshole and an old pervert sponging off of your fame. Well done, Johnny, you’ve really got a lot going for you ... not.
And Apostle ... hmm. Not much I can really say about you, considering we’re tag team partner and hold the NYCCW tag team titles between us. But never-the-less, you’re just a big german dude who’s been really slacking as of late. You spend all your time doing god-knows-what and don’t even bother to train with me when I ask you to. To be honest, mate, you’re becoming a bit of a lazy arse and I’m gonna make it my job to get you back to the way you was ... with your first loss. Now don’t get the wrong idea, I respect you as a competitor but you really suck as a friend and tag team partner. You better bring your A-game to Caged Aggression because I won’t go easy on you. If you don’t step up ... then you’re gonna lose that winning streak you’ve got and then what will you be? A big lazy german guy. Good luck, mate. You’re gonna need it.
And now Rye. Rye ... Rye ... Rye-rye-rye-rye-ryeyboy. Oh my god, how the hell do you keep getting world title shots? You’re a crappy wrestler, you spend all your time trying to be gangsta and running after Metallica, you can’t speak in a comprehendable manner and you honestly don’t deserve A title shot, nevermind two title shots. I can think of a million people who deserve the shot more than you but for some reason, you keep getting lucky. Honestly, Turner must be on crack to let you get another shot. Just .. just stay in the corner and get beat up by Kried. Leave the actual wrestling to me and Johnny.
Seriously, it’s like Turner just threw in Kried and Rye just for the sake of it. *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* Well done, assmuncher.
Urgh.
Whatever happens at Caged Aggression. Whether Johnny retains and decimates us all, whether I win and prove I’m the best in NYCCW, whether some how Kried or Rye gain the title ... it’ll be a match nobody will forget any time soon.
I promise you that!
“All that we see and all that we seem ... ” By L. S. Hutchinson
Wednesday, 01:00 P.M.
As the digital watch around my wrist strikes the hour, I let out a slight sigh as I continue my way down the street, on my way to a destination that has yet to be decided upon. I casually stroll down the busy street, passing a blonde woman in a red shirt and a cluster of black girls talking abouttheri boyfriends before I get to the end of the street, crossing the road rather quickly as an old-fashioned blue car came around the corner moments after I had stepped foot on the next street.
I continue casually walking alone and silent, hands in my pocket as a blow of wind brushed the bottom of my coat and a part of my fringe to the right. I brushed back my messed up hair and pulled my hat tighter. I was dressed in a brown coat over a black hoodie, a pair of dark jeans, brown sneakers and a black baseball cap. My hands were covered in bandages and I looked like I hadn’t bothered to freshen up this morning. There’s a reason why. I didn’t.
I woke up about six hours ago. Everything was fine. everything was normal. Everything was great. I went through my usual routine, getting dressed, taking the kids to school, fooling around with Mary, treated myself to a chicken sandwich and had a nap on the sofa for a few minutes. When I awoke, I found I had been asleep a few hours, which is really odd because Mary would always wake me when she came into the living room. There’s like this little part of the floor which creeks really loudly, it always wakes me up ... but this time it didn’t. Mary wasn’t in the house. I tried calling her, no answer. I got worried.
So I decided to check the house, see if she had left any of those yellow sticky notes lying around. I searched almost every room of the house. No yellow notes anywhere. Now I was really worrying. No creeky footsteps, no yellow notes? What the hell happened to my wife? I took a look outside, we have two cars. A big car for the family and Mary’s personal car. Usually she would take her car to do her things, leaving the big car in my capable hands. Oddly, the car remained on the driveway.
Getting more curious and worried as time goes by, I called Chloe and Kyle, Mary’s younger sister and brother to ask if Mary was with them. She wasn’t. I called her mother, she wasn’t with her either. I tried calling Mary multiple times but she never answered. The phone was on but it was being switched off. Why would she purposely choose not to accept my call? She always picks up her phonecalls, even when it’s someone she doesn’t like. She’s not rude like that.
By this point I realised I looked like crap, for whatever reason I looked completely different than what I looked like this morning.
Soon I found myself recieving texts from “Mister H”. Obviously H4ck3r. Why wouldn’t he leave me alone? A thousand thoughts raced through my head but I had to keep focussed. I had to know where Mary was. My fear was that H4ck3r had somehow kidnapped her. If he had, I’d kill him.
I continue to walk down the street, remembering the message H4ck3r sent me.
FROM: “Mister H"
MESSAGE: I’ve sent you directions. Be there in one hour.
I couldn’t read it on my shitty screen but I somehow knew what it said, none-the-less. This all felt very strange. So I’m running late. The clock’s stricken the hour already and I need to get going if I’m ever going to find out what’s going on. I take out my phone and have another look at the directions. From what I can gather, I’m being lead to a cafe not too far from where I was now. The cafe was only a short walk away but I was already running late. I better hurry up.
I pull my cap down a bit and begin to walk much quicker, passing two gay guys with mohawks talking about a birthday, an asian woman and her son arguing over toys, a couple breaking up on the street as two black guys with afros overtake me and turn into a game store. I continue walking with my hands in my pockets, crossing the road to the sound of a homeless man and his dog singing and playing the guitar. I give the man some money and complement his voice before heading off to the left and making my way down the opposite street, turning a right corner and making my way into the cafe.
It was an indoor cafe with a red, gold and white colourscheme. The walls were red, the floor was wooden, parts of the furniture were painted gold and the tables were covered in a white cloth. I looked around the room, finding that the only person within the room was a lone man wearing a suit, holding the menu up, reading it and also hiding his face. My curiosity got the better of me and I entered the room, the doors soon being closed by the same woman in the gasmask that I saw the night before.
Stytch
“What’s going on?”
The woman in the gas mask simply crossed her arms as her bright glowing eyesbeamed down at me.
I took a seat next to the man, lifting up the menu but my eyes become blurry and I cannot see what the menu says. I should’ve brought my glasses.
I squeeze my eyes as the man places down his menu, revealing his face upon to me.
I was shocked. What ... what was going on? I’m so confused. I’m just ... what? How is this possible.
The man. The man behind the mask. The man that’s been terrorizing not just Drake Hunter but the entire NYCCW ... was sitting right in front of me, maskless and smirking. His eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin, his hair, his beard, his entire face ... I knew it. I knew it so very well.
It was me.
I was sat at a restraunt, staring at myself ... what?
Stytch
“What ... wha- ... who the hell are you?”
H4ck3r
“I’m you. Don’t you see?”
Stytch
“No ... no ... NO! You’re not me. I’m me! That’s ... that’s just a mask!”
I attempt to pull the “mask” off but to no avail, only succeeding in being punched in the face and knocked down on my own arse ... by me.
H4ck3r
“I am you. This face, this body, this mind. They’re all ours. Like it or not, I will always be a part of you. I’m you ... just better. Now free me completely. Kill “Stytch” and embrace H4ck3r!”
I stand up and spit in his ... or rather my face.
H4ck3r smirks.
Stytch
“Fucking never.”
H4ck3r
“Very well.”
H4ck3r grabs the knife from his set of cutlery and leaps at me, lunging the knife into my chest and knocking me to the ground. He proceeds to stab into my chest until everything goes black and I begin to hear a creeking noise.
Stytch
“ARGH!”
I open my eyes, seemingly falling forwards out of my lay down position and having a mini-heart-attack as I frantically stare around, looking for H4ck3f and the masked woman. All I find is the clock striking 03:20 and the sound of the front door closing. Kyle runs up to his room and the twins stumble into the living room and try to climb onto me as Mary walks in with Chloe in her pram, smiling at the kids climbing around on me.
I smile from ear to ear, realising that it was all a dream. I wasn’t H4ck3r. Mary wasn’t missing. Most importantly, I wasn’t dressed in those horrible horrible clothes. Yuck! As If I’d wear something as horrid as a big brown coat on a sunny day. Unfortunately my smiling and sigh of relief are interupted when the twins smack me in the face with their toy cars, but this only wakes me up further.
I sit up and hug the kids as they play with their toy cars on my stomach and make the cute noises kids seem to always make when they play with toys. Mary leaves Chloe in her pram for a second and takes the time to kneel down and give me big kiss on the cheek.
Mary
“Look who’s finally awake, hehe.”
I gaze down at my twin sons, Nick and Matt, and smile.
Stytch (Thinking)
“All that we see and that we seem is but a dream within a dream. Damn, I really should stop reading my book of quotes and eating cheese before sleeping.”
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“Mary’s A Badass” by L. S. Hutchinson
Saturday, 06:00 PM
I press open the door of my car shortly before parking it in a space assigned to me by the board of directors. Each and every event NYCCW would have, the mysterious unseen and unheard board of directors assigned parking spaces to the roster. It was a nice thing to not have to keep circling around looking for a spot to park. Certainly ceased all the hastle.
I step out of the car, shutting the door behind me with my butt as I stretch my back with my arms crossed behind my head and yawn rather loudly. I was wearing a dark blue “Do Not Remove From Sofa” t-shirt, a pair of grey combat jeans, black and green trainers, my pendant, my wristbands, my roman numeral and wedding rings and a tight grey hoodie, also wearing my lucky charm bracelet around my other wrist just for tonight.
Stytch
“Damn, looks like I’m going into this match half-asleep.”
Another door slams behind me shortly before my wife, Mary, comes out and leans against the roof of the car with her butt against a bush we had parked by.
Mary
“This is so exciting! I don’t know why I’ve never gone to a show with you before.”
I smirk and turn around to face her. Noticing that she was wearing a black leather coat over a white cardigan and a light brown shirt, her wedding ring, her black shoes and a pair of normal blue jeans. After a moment of admiring her, I respond.
Stytch
“Because we have four kids.”
She smirks in response.
Mary
“Luckily your parents love spending time with them.”
I nod as Mary circles around the car and stands beside me, looking up at the entrance to the arena for Caged Aggression, staring up at the bright lights and then down at the long-long-long-long-long-long line of fans waiting to get in. The arena surely was packed tonight. Mary wraps her arm around mine as I look up to her and give her a quick kiss on the lips. We both smile there-after and begin our short walk to the front of the line.
As soon as we get to the front of the line, the security guards let me in, although they hold Mary back.
Security Guard #1
“Hey hey hey hey hey little lady, hole up there. Yo godda ged teh da bahck o’ da lahn if ya’ll wanna ged ihn.”
Mary looks confused.
Stytch
“It’s alright, mate, she’s my wife.”
Security Guard #1
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mister Sonispier. I didn’t realise. Come on through, young lady.”
Mary walks through into the arena and grabs ahold of my hand as some people towards the front of hte line shout “why do they get to go in?”. I decide to respond to this with “I’m in the main event, idiot!”.
I’m responded with some photographs and laughs from the crowd as I walk off towards the locker rooms, walking up to another set of security guards on the way.
Stytch
“Hey man, know which room’s mine?”
Security guard #3
“Oh, damn. Erm ... I dunno ... I think maybe you’re next to Drake Hunter and Johnny Clash’s rooms.”
Stytch
“Fucking A, I get to have a psycho guy and an arrogant dick for neighbours. Lucky me.”
The security guard laughs.
Security guard #3
“Alright, Jord, you better get going.”
Stytch
“Yeah man. See ya later, Dave.”
Dave
“At the after-show-party?”
Stytch
“Yeah, be sure to bring some girls. We don’t want the place to be a sausage-fest.”
Dave laughs once again as I walk down the corridoors to my room, holding Mary’s hand as she looks around, looking curious.
Stytch
“You okay? You look like you’re high or something.”
Mary
“Hehe. No. I’m just really nervous?”
Stytch
“Of what?”
Mary
“THIS”
Mary leaps into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me and kissing me on the lips. The shock causes me to bump against Drake’s door. Unfortunately Drake opens it and we end up falling backwards. I cushion Mary’s fall and we both laugh hysterically. Drake just stares down at us, hand still on the door with an eyebrow cocked up as if to say “what the fuck ...”.
I laugh and stand myself up, soon helping up Mary and looking up to Drake.
Stytch
“Hehe, sorry man.”
Drake shakes his head and smiles.
Drake
“... Er ... what ... erm ... what you doing?”
I wipe the bits of dirt off my butt as I answer.
Stytch
“Sorry, man. She jumped on me.”
Mary punches me playfully.
Mary
“Oh, come on, you were asking for it.”
Drake
“Could you please just get the hell out?”
I look over in the corner, seeing Electra sat in the corner wearing nothing more than the hoodie Drake came in with.
Drake
“I could of sworn I locked that door.”
I took a mental note of what was going on and quickly backed out.
Stytch
“Sorry, man. Good luck in your match ... and with whatever that double ended thingy-mo-bob is for.”
I exit back into the corridoor with Mary, taking a moment to sigh a sigh of relief before cracking up and laughing.
Stytch
“You could’ve waited ‘till we got inside my room.”
Mary
“That’s what you said when we made Kyle.”
Stytch
“I think you have a public sex disorder or something.”
Mary
“I think you’ve got a big penis disorder.”
I look down at myself.
Stytch
“Eh, I don’t like to brag.”
Mary
“Jord, it’s nearly as big as my head.”
Stytch
“Shh. I don’t want people to know!”
Mary shakes her head with disbelief.
Mary
“You have so much to show off. But you don’t. That’s why I love you.”
I think for a minute as she kisses me on the cheek.
Stytch
“Well I’m not exactly gonna walk around naked now, am I? heh”
She smirks as we continue one door over towards my locker room.
As soon as I open the door, I’m met with the entire True Wrestling Icons, coming out of their locker room laughing at some joke Bob made, holding beer cans and cigars. They notice me and decide to notify Johnny. By this time Mary has entered the room with me keeping the door open before I enter. Unfortunately Johnny slams the door shut and leans against it, unknowning locking Mary in, knowingly locking me out.
Stytch
“What do you want?”
Johnny smirks.
Johnny
“I want you ... t-”
Before he can continue, I pull a confused face and back away.
Stytch
“Sorry dude, I’m married ... to a woman.”
Johnny sniffs a little before takign a swig of his beer and throwing the can behind him.
Johnny
“You think you’re a smartmouth, huh?”
I smirk.
Stytch
“No, I’d say I’m more of “the weird guy”, you know?”
Johnny
“Agreed. You are the weird guy. You’re a freak, running around out there in your little black and green superhero costume pretending you like the fans, doing all that swirly wirly bullshit from the top rope.”
Johnny holds me by the throat and slams me against the corridoor opposite the door.
Johnny
“You think your tough ... but your not. You’re just a little midget who’s doing all that top rope crap to make up for ... (Johnny looks down) some lack of manhood.”
Johnny smiles to himself as he smooshes my face with his hand. Behind him, the door to my locker room swings open, smacking Laura in the face with the door and spilling beer all over both herself and Bob as Mary circles around Johnny and pulls away Johnny’s hand.
Johnny
“What ... you got your misses doing your dirty work now? You got some dumb ugly ginger freak to be the man in the relationship?”
Mary punches Johnny straight in the face, taking him by surprise.
Stytch
“Holy fucking shit!”
Mary looks down at Johnny, then looks down at me. Staring at me with a funny look in her eyes. The same look that she had when she jumped me just minutes ago.
Stytch
“Er ... what’re you doing?”
Mary bends over and unzips my jeans, pulling them down in hastey fashion. She rubs her hand against it and smooshes her hand in a shocked Johnny Clash’s face. He gets up quickly and wipes his mouth, constantly spitting everywhere as he and his TWI gang walk away from us, Bob shouting insults at us as they turned a corner out of view.
Mary
“That’s what a true man tastes like, bitch!”
I look down at Mary, shocked out of my skin at her attitude and at what she had done. She pulls up my jeans, soon casually walking back into my locker room as I stand there, mouth wide open, eyebrows raised high as I notice Electra and Drake peeking through their locker room door.
Electra
“Was that your wife?”
I look over, majorly embarrassed but I find myself capable of nodding to Electra’s question.
Electra
“Maybe she should be in the main event. Hehe.”
I scruff up the back of my head and walk into my locker room with a mixed feeling of embarrassment, shock, hapiness, pride and arousal.
Damn. I ... I have no words for this. Literally no words.
My wife is more badass than me ... just ... uh.
Mary Sonispier for President: she’ll rub the taste of her husband’s dick in your face just to make a point.
Seriously ... WTF just happened O.o
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“Lucky Charm” by L. S. Hutchinson
Saturday, 06:15
As I stroll over to the small fridge placed in my personal room as a request, I take a quick look at my beautiful wife, sat on a bean chair I had also requested for earlier in the week. I smile, taking my time to admire her in her ... stimulating pose. I swing open the door of the fridge and grab a can of Monster Energy (product placement), turning to Mary as I keep the door open.
Stytch
“Wanna can?”
Mary
“Nah, I don’t drink that shit.”
Stytch
“It’s not shit. It’s good.”
Mary
“It tastes like snail juice mixed with dog piss and those sweet you get down the shops ... what’re they called, sour cola straws?”
I shake my head and close the door, cracking open the can and taking a big gulp as London Williams, accompanied by some big bald black cameraman, comes into the room. I turn my head to her and cock an eyebrow.
Stytch
“Let me guess. Interview time?”
She nods and smiles.
I brush my hair back, slowly walking over to my dresser to take out my mask. I didn’t bother with putting the costume on just yet. I took my time tying up the laces at the back of the mask, making sure it was tight, also giving London and her big black friend some time to set up the camera and interviewing shot. I assumed this would be for the website or maybe some kind of extras to put into the DVD.
I turn around and sit down in the seat they had placed for me. I look across to the camera, then then at Mary, who is still enjoying being in a bean chair.
Stytch
“Mary, I think you’re in the shot.”
Mary soon stands up and begins dragging the bean chair out of frame.
Big Black Camerman
“It’s cool, she can stay in the shot.”
I smile as I realise that over the last few days my wife has been extremely involved in my wrestling career. She never has before, not since the JJ incident at least. I gotta admit, I loved having her around. It made things more ... I don’t know, better would be a good word to describe it but I feel like her being involved with my wrestling career is a good thing. The JJ incident might of stopped her being involved with my career but I think she’s over that now, although I highly doubt it.
You don’t just “get over” being kidnapped whilst pregnant by your husband’s mandman psycho boss who planned to raise the baby as his own. Whatever “this” is that I’m feeling, a sense of my two worlds coming together perhaps? ... I like it. I like having her around. It’s reminding me of why I married her. I was seriously worried our marriage wasn’t working but this week has proven to me that I don’t need sexy young protoges or female “number one fans” to keep me excited. Mary is all I will ever need.
I turn around to my beautiful wife and smile, soon asking her to sit by me. She smiles right back and drags a chair close to my left, holding my hand as we look over to London, the camera pointed toward us staring away out of the camera shot as London began her first question.
London
“Stytch. How confident are you that you’ll become the world heavyweight champion tonight?”
Stytch
“Fairly confident. I never like to be too cocky but I’ve got a good feeling about tonight. I’ve got my wife here escorting me to the ring and rooting for me. I’ve got my kids, my parents and my younger brother and sister watching at home and I’ve got an entire arena chanting my name like never before. The only chant I hear other than my own are against Johnny and H4ck3r and the arena’s not even full yet!”
London
“And how do you feel about having to perhaps give your best friend and tag team partner, Apostle Kried, his first loss.”
Stytch
“Firstly, he’s not my best friend but honestly, I feel like I should be emotionally distraught about facing him and perhaps ending his undefeated streak ... but I’m not. Tonight he’s just another competitor I’m gonna have to beat. I don’t know how he’ll want to work things, like whether he’d wanna team up to take our Rye and Johnny, but I might just let him demolish some A-holes, just to makes things a little easier for me.”
London
“What will this title be to you if you succeed in besting Johnny Clash to obtain it?”
Stytch
“It’ll be my ... uh ... twentieth total title reigh - not counting various title I’m not proud of - and my fourth world title. It’ll also only be my second title in NYCCW during my many months with the company.”
London
“Some people call you a freak because of your eccentricities and odd attire. What would you say to those people?”
I turn to the camera and stick my middle finger up whilst replying.
Stytch
“Yeah, I am a bit of a freak, I guess. But like I’ve always said, it’s better to be a freak than to be just like everybody else.”
London turns the the camera and smiles.
London
“This has been an interview with world title competitor “The Brain Grenade” Stytch. I’m London Williams and thanks fro watching, toodles.”
London and her big black cameraman friend soon pack up after the interview, leaving me alone with Mary. I quickly lock the door shut and begin to emote for us to have sex, acting rather funny as she lets out a little giggle.
Mary
“We can’t do it in here. It’s in public, there’s no bed and there’s a camera up there.”
I smirk and throw my hoodie over the camera, hastily making a makeshift bed out of the small ammount of supplies within the room.
Stytch
“There.”
Mary looks over to me and smiles.
Mary
“(Sigh) Fine, just this one time. Consider it my way of wishing you good luck.”
Stytch
“Screw my lucky charm bracelet, you’re the only lucky charm I need.”
I say as we begin to kiss and make our way to the makeshift bed as the scene sollomnly fades to black.
END
Psst, I'll probably post more pages when I wake up, keep it a secret tho.
We come into this world butt naked, crying, half-blinded by the light as a mysterious and rather frightening man in white takes us from the place we had called our home for the last nine months. We come into this world pathetic, needy, almost useless. It’s only when we start discovering our likes, our loves, our dislikes, our hates that make us into who we are. Now depending on our nature and our nuture, we could end up two different people. The one we were born to be or the one the world makes us. I’m sided with the second option, not by choice. I never knew my parents growing up. I was kidnapped, taken away from my family, was eventually adopted, grew up in a dull place, fell in love, accidentally and unknowingly got someone pregnant, lost my adoptive parents, moved to Mexico and learned how to wreslte, travelled around the world, made some friends, moved to America and now I’m one of the top guys in New York City Championship Wrestling, fighting in the main event for that big gold belt. That’s the person the world has made me. If things were different, I would be too. A part of me is sad that I never knew my parents up until now ... but another part of me is glad.
When I look at you, Johnny. All I see is a man pretending to be the best. Trying so hard to hold onto that big gold belt and that beautiful big-assed slut ... because he’s got nothing else going for him. From what I can gather, he’s not a big family man, he’s obssessed with beautiful women, he’s vain and he thinks that just because I’m short, that I’m somehow less of a great man than he is. I’ll tell you this. I may be short ... but that’s just one small detail that is wrong with me compared to all the great things about me. I’m smart, I’m a great wrestler, I don’t have a porno mustache, I’m good in bed, I’m funny and I’ve got an awesome beard, a sexy wife, great kids and cool friends. What do you have? A slut and a big gold belt with a big nosed asshole and an old pervert sponging off of your fame. Well done, Johnny, you’ve really got a lot going for you ... not.
And Apostle ... hmm. Not much I can really say about you, considering we’re tag team partner and hold the NYCCW tag team titles between us. But never-the-less, you’re just a big german dude who’s been really slacking as of late. You spend all your time doing god-knows-what and don’t even bother to train with me when I ask you to. To be honest, mate, you’re becoming a bit of a lazy arse and I’m gonna make it my job to get you back to the way you was ... with your first loss. Now don’t get the wrong idea, I respect you as a competitor but you really suck as a friend and tag team partner. You better bring your A-game to Caged Aggression because I won’t go easy on you. If you don’t step up ... then you’re gonna lose that winning streak you’ve got and then what will you be? A big lazy german guy. Good luck, mate. You’re gonna need it.
And now Rye. Rye ... Rye ... Rye-rye-rye-rye-ryeyboy. Oh my god, how the hell do you keep getting world title shots? You’re a crappy wrestler, you spend all your time trying to be gangsta and running after Metallica, you can’t speak in a comprehendable manner and you honestly don’t deserve A title shot, nevermind two title shots. I can think of a million people who deserve the shot more than you but for some reason, you keep getting lucky. Honestly, Turner must be on crack to let you get another shot. Just .. just stay in the corner and get beat up by Kried. Leave the actual wrestling to me and Johnny.
Seriously, it’s like Turner just threw in Kried and Rye just for the sake of it. *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* Well done, assmuncher.
Urgh.
Whatever happens at Caged Aggression. Whether Johnny retains and decimates us all, whether I win and prove I’m the best in NYCCW, whether some how Kried or Rye gain the title ... it’ll be a match nobody will forget any time soon.
I promise you that!
“All that we see and all that we seem ... ” By L. S. Hutchinson
Wednesday, 01:00 P.M.
As the digital watch around my wrist strikes the hour, I let out a slight sigh as I continue my way down the street, on my way to a destination that has yet to be decided upon. I casually stroll down the busy street, passing a blonde woman in a red shirt and a cluster of black girls talking abouttheri boyfriends before I get to the end of the street, crossing the road rather quickly as an old-fashioned blue car came around the corner moments after I had stepped foot on the next street.
I continue casually walking alone and silent, hands in my pocket as a blow of wind brushed the bottom of my coat and a part of my fringe to the right. I brushed back my messed up hair and pulled my hat tighter. I was dressed in a brown coat over a black hoodie, a pair of dark jeans, brown sneakers and a black baseball cap. My hands were covered in bandages and I looked like I hadn’t bothered to freshen up this morning. There’s a reason why. I didn’t.
I woke up about six hours ago. Everything was fine. everything was normal. Everything was great. I went through my usual routine, getting dressed, taking the kids to school, fooling around with Mary, treated myself to a chicken sandwich and had a nap on the sofa for a few minutes. When I awoke, I found I had been asleep a few hours, which is really odd because Mary would always wake me when she came into the living room. There’s like this little part of the floor which creeks really loudly, it always wakes me up ... but this time it didn’t. Mary wasn’t in the house. I tried calling her, no answer. I got worried.
So I decided to check the house, see if she had left any of those yellow sticky notes lying around. I searched almost every room of the house. No yellow notes anywhere. Now I was really worrying. No creeky footsteps, no yellow notes? What the hell happened to my wife? I took a look outside, we have two cars. A big car for the family and Mary’s personal car. Usually she would take her car to do her things, leaving the big car in my capable hands. Oddly, the car remained on the driveway.
Getting more curious and worried as time goes by, I called Chloe and Kyle, Mary’s younger sister and brother to ask if Mary was with them. She wasn’t. I called her mother, she wasn’t with her either. I tried calling Mary multiple times but she never answered. The phone was on but it was being switched off. Why would she purposely choose not to accept my call? She always picks up her phonecalls, even when it’s someone she doesn’t like. She’s not rude like that.
By this point I realised I looked like crap, for whatever reason I looked completely different than what I looked like this morning.
Soon I found myself recieving texts from “Mister H”. Obviously H4ck3r. Why wouldn’t he leave me alone? A thousand thoughts raced through my head but I had to keep focussed. I had to know where Mary was. My fear was that H4ck3r had somehow kidnapped her. If he had, I’d kill him.
I continue to walk down the street, remembering the message H4ck3r sent me.
FROM: “Mister H"
MESSAGE: I’ve sent you directions. Be there in one hour.
I couldn’t read it on my shitty screen but I somehow knew what it said, none-the-less. This all felt very strange. So I’m running late. The clock’s stricken the hour already and I need to get going if I’m ever going to find out what’s going on. I take out my phone and have another look at the directions. From what I can gather, I’m being lead to a cafe not too far from where I was now. The cafe was only a short walk away but I was already running late. I better hurry up.
I pull my cap down a bit and begin to walk much quicker, passing two gay guys with mohawks talking about a birthday, an asian woman and her son arguing over toys, a couple breaking up on the street as two black guys with afros overtake me and turn into a game store. I continue walking with my hands in my pockets, crossing the road to the sound of a homeless man and his dog singing and playing the guitar. I give the man some money and complement his voice before heading off to the left and making my way down the opposite street, turning a right corner and making my way into the cafe.
It was an indoor cafe with a red, gold and white colourscheme. The walls were red, the floor was wooden, parts of the furniture were painted gold and the tables were covered in a white cloth. I looked around the room, finding that the only person within the room was a lone man wearing a suit, holding the menu up, reading it and also hiding his face. My curiosity got the better of me and I entered the room, the doors soon being closed by the same woman in the gasmask that I saw the night before.
Stytch
“What’s going on?”
The woman in the gas mask simply crossed her arms as her bright glowing eyesbeamed down at me.
I took a seat next to the man, lifting up the menu but my eyes become blurry and I cannot see what the menu says. I should’ve brought my glasses.
I squeeze my eyes as the man places down his menu, revealing his face upon to me.
I was shocked. What ... what was going on? I’m so confused. I’m just ... what? How is this possible.
The man. The man behind the mask. The man that’s been terrorizing not just Drake Hunter but the entire NYCCW ... was sitting right in front of me, maskless and smirking. His eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin, his hair, his beard, his entire face ... I knew it. I knew it so very well.
It was me.
I was sat at a restraunt, staring at myself ... what?
Stytch
“What ... wha- ... who the hell are you?”
H4ck3r
“I’m you. Don’t you see?”
Stytch
“No ... no ... NO! You’re not me. I’m me! That’s ... that’s just a mask!”
I attempt to pull the “mask” off but to no avail, only succeeding in being punched in the face and knocked down on my own arse ... by me.
H4ck3r
“I am you. This face, this body, this mind. They’re all ours. Like it or not, I will always be a part of you. I’m you ... just better. Now free me completely. Kill “Stytch” and embrace H4ck3r!”
I stand up and spit in his ... or rather my face.
H4ck3r smirks.
Stytch
“Fucking never.”
H4ck3r
“Very well.”
H4ck3r grabs the knife from his set of cutlery and leaps at me, lunging the knife into my chest and knocking me to the ground. He proceeds to stab into my chest until everything goes black and I begin to hear a creeking noise.
Stytch
“ARGH!”
I open my eyes, seemingly falling forwards out of my lay down position and having a mini-heart-attack as I frantically stare around, looking for H4ck3f and the masked woman. All I find is the clock striking 03:20 and the sound of the front door closing. Kyle runs up to his room and the twins stumble into the living room and try to climb onto me as Mary walks in with Chloe in her pram, smiling at the kids climbing around on me.
I smile from ear to ear, realising that it was all a dream. I wasn’t H4ck3r. Mary wasn’t missing. Most importantly, I wasn’t dressed in those horrible horrible clothes. Yuck! As If I’d wear something as horrid as a big brown coat on a sunny day. Unfortunately my smiling and sigh of relief are interupted when the twins smack me in the face with their toy cars, but this only wakes me up further.
I sit up and hug the kids as they play with their toy cars on my stomach and make the cute noises kids seem to always make when they play with toys. Mary leaves Chloe in her pram for a second and takes the time to kneel down and give me big kiss on the cheek.
Mary
“Look who’s finally awake, hehe.”
I gaze down at my twin sons, Nick and Matt, and smile.
Stytch (Thinking)
“All that we see and that we seem is but a dream within a dream. Damn, I really should stop reading my book of quotes and eating cheese before sleeping.”
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“Mary’s A Badass” by L. S. Hutchinson
Saturday, 06:00 PM
I press open the door of my car shortly before parking it in a space assigned to me by the board of directors. Each and every event NYCCW would have, the mysterious unseen and unheard board of directors assigned parking spaces to the roster. It was a nice thing to not have to keep circling around looking for a spot to park. Certainly ceased all the hastle.
I step out of the car, shutting the door behind me with my butt as I stretch my back with my arms crossed behind my head and yawn rather loudly. I was wearing a dark blue “Do Not Remove From Sofa” t-shirt, a pair of grey combat jeans, black and green trainers, my pendant, my wristbands, my roman numeral and wedding rings and a tight grey hoodie, also wearing my lucky charm bracelet around my other wrist just for tonight.
Stytch
“Damn, looks like I’m going into this match half-asleep.”
Another door slams behind me shortly before my wife, Mary, comes out and leans against the roof of the car with her butt against a bush we had parked by.
Mary
“This is so exciting! I don’t know why I’ve never gone to a show with you before.”
I smirk and turn around to face her. Noticing that she was wearing a black leather coat over a white cardigan and a light brown shirt, her wedding ring, her black shoes and a pair of normal blue jeans. After a moment of admiring her, I respond.
Stytch
“Because we have four kids.”
She smirks in response.
Mary
“Luckily your parents love spending time with them.”
I nod as Mary circles around the car and stands beside me, looking up at the entrance to the arena for Caged Aggression, staring up at the bright lights and then down at the long-long-long-long-long-long line of fans waiting to get in. The arena surely was packed tonight. Mary wraps her arm around mine as I look up to her and give her a quick kiss on the lips. We both smile there-after and begin our short walk to the front of the line.
As soon as we get to the front of the line, the security guards let me in, although they hold Mary back.
Security Guard #1
“Hey hey hey hey hey little lady, hole up there. Yo godda ged teh da bahck o’ da lahn if ya’ll wanna ged ihn.”
Mary looks confused.
Stytch
“It’s alright, mate, she’s my wife.”
Security Guard #1
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mister Sonispier. I didn’t realise. Come on through, young lady.”
Mary walks through into the arena and grabs ahold of my hand as some people towards the front of hte line shout “why do they get to go in?”. I decide to respond to this with “I’m in the main event, idiot!”.
I’m responded with some photographs and laughs from the crowd as I walk off towards the locker rooms, walking up to another set of security guards on the way.
Stytch
“Hey man, know which room’s mine?”
Security guard #3
“Oh, damn. Erm ... I dunno ... I think maybe you’re next to Drake Hunter and Johnny Clash’s rooms.”
Stytch
“Fucking A, I get to have a psycho guy and an arrogant dick for neighbours. Lucky me.”
The security guard laughs.
Security guard #3
“Alright, Jord, you better get going.”
Stytch
“Yeah man. See ya later, Dave.”
Dave
“At the after-show-party?”
Stytch
“Yeah, be sure to bring some girls. We don’t want the place to be a sausage-fest.”
Dave laughs once again as I walk down the corridoors to my room, holding Mary’s hand as she looks around, looking curious.
Stytch
“You okay? You look like you’re high or something.”
Mary
“Hehe. No. I’m just really nervous?”
Stytch
“Of what?”
Mary
“THIS”
Mary leaps into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me and kissing me on the lips. The shock causes me to bump against Drake’s door. Unfortunately Drake opens it and we end up falling backwards. I cushion Mary’s fall and we both laugh hysterically. Drake just stares down at us, hand still on the door with an eyebrow cocked up as if to say “what the fuck ...”.
I laugh and stand myself up, soon helping up Mary and looking up to Drake.
Stytch
“Hehe, sorry man.”
Drake shakes his head and smiles.
Drake
“... Er ... what ... erm ... what you doing?”
I wipe the bits of dirt off my butt as I answer.
Stytch
“Sorry, man. She jumped on me.”
Mary punches me playfully.
Mary
“Oh, come on, you were asking for it.”
Drake
“Could you please just get the hell out?”
I look over in the corner, seeing Electra sat in the corner wearing nothing more than the hoodie Drake came in with.
Drake
“I could of sworn I locked that door.”
I took a mental note of what was going on and quickly backed out.
Stytch
“Sorry, man. Good luck in your match ... and with whatever that double ended thingy-mo-bob is for.”
I exit back into the corridoor with Mary, taking a moment to sigh a sigh of relief before cracking up and laughing.
Stytch
“You could’ve waited ‘till we got inside my room.”
Mary
“That’s what you said when we made Kyle.”
Stytch
“I think you have a public sex disorder or something.”
Mary
“I think you’ve got a big penis disorder.”
I look down at myself.
Stytch
“Eh, I don’t like to brag.”
Mary
“Jord, it’s nearly as big as my head.”
Stytch
“Shh. I don’t want people to know!”
Mary shakes her head with disbelief.
Mary
“You have so much to show off. But you don’t. That’s why I love you.”
I think for a minute as she kisses me on the cheek.
Stytch
“Well I’m not exactly gonna walk around naked now, am I? heh”
She smirks as we continue one door over towards my locker room.
As soon as I open the door, I’m met with the entire True Wrestling Icons, coming out of their locker room laughing at some joke Bob made, holding beer cans and cigars. They notice me and decide to notify Johnny. By this time Mary has entered the room with me keeping the door open before I enter. Unfortunately Johnny slams the door shut and leans against it, unknowning locking Mary in, knowingly locking me out.
Stytch
“What do you want?”
Johnny smirks.
Johnny
“I want you ... t-”
Before he can continue, I pull a confused face and back away.
Stytch
“Sorry dude, I’m married ... to a woman.”
Johnny sniffs a little before takign a swig of his beer and throwing the can behind him.
Johnny
“You think you’re a smartmouth, huh?”
I smirk.
Stytch
“No, I’d say I’m more of “the weird guy”, you know?”
Johnny
“Agreed. You are the weird guy. You’re a freak, running around out there in your little black and green superhero costume pretending you like the fans, doing all that swirly wirly bullshit from the top rope.”
Johnny holds me by the throat and slams me against the corridoor opposite the door.
Johnny
“You think your tough ... but your not. You’re just a little midget who’s doing all that top rope crap to make up for ... (Johnny looks down) some lack of manhood.”
Johnny smiles to himself as he smooshes my face with his hand. Behind him, the door to my locker room swings open, smacking Laura in the face with the door and spilling beer all over both herself and Bob as Mary circles around Johnny and pulls away Johnny’s hand.
Johnny
“What ... you got your misses doing your dirty work now? You got some dumb ugly ginger freak to be the man in the relationship?”
Mary punches Johnny straight in the face, taking him by surprise.
Stytch
“Holy fucking shit!”
Mary looks down at Johnny, then looks down at me. Staring at me with a funny look in her eyes. The same look that she had when she jumped me just minutes ago.
Stytch
“Er ... what’re you doing?”
Mary bends over and unzips my jeans, pulling them down in hastey fashion. She rubs her hand against it and smooshes her hand in a shocked Johnny Clash’s face. He gets up quickly and wipes his mouth, constantly spitting everywhere as he and his TWI gang walk away from us, Bob shouting insults at us as they turned a corner out of view.
Mary
“That’s what a true man tastes like, bitch!”
I look down at Mary, shocked out of my skin at her attitude and at what she had done. She pulls up my jeans, soon casually walking back into my locker room as I stand there, mouth wide open, eyebrows raised high as I notice Electra and Drake peeking through their locker room door.
Electra
“Was that your wife?”
I look over, majorly embarrassed but I find myself capable of nodding to Electra’s question.
Electra
“Maybe she should be in the main event. Hehe.”
I scruff up the back of my head and walk into my locker room with a mixed feeling of embarrassment, shock, hapiness, pride and arousal.
Damn. I ... I have no words for this. Literally no words.
My wife is more badass than me ... just ... uh.
Mary Sonispier for President: she’ll rub the taste of her husband’s dick in your face just to make a point.
Seriously ... WTF just happened O.o
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“Lucky Charm” by L. S. Hutchinson
Saturday, 06:15
As I stroll over to the small fridge placed in my personal room as a request, I take a quick look at my beautiful wife, sat on a bean chair I had also requested for earlier in the week. I smile, taking my time to admire her in her ... stimulating pose. I swing open the door of the fridge and grab a can of Monster Energy (product placement), turning to Mary as I keep the door open.
Stytch
“Wanna can?”
Mary
“Nah, I don’t drink that shit.”
Stytch
“It’s not shit. It’s good.”
Mary
“It tastes like snail juice mixed with dog piss and those sweet you get down the shops ... what’re they called, sour cola straws?”
I shake my head and close the door, cracking open the can and taking a big gulp as London Williams, accompanied by some big bald black cameraman, comes into the room. I turn my head to her and cock an eyebrow.
Stytch
“Let me guess. Interview time?”
She nods and smiles.
I brush my hair back, slowly walking over to my dresser to take out my mask. I didn’t bother with putting the costume on just yet. I took my time tying up the laces at the back of the mask, making sure it was tight, also giving London and her big black friend some time to set up the camera and interviewing shot. I assumed this would be for the website or maybe some kind of extras to put into the DVD.
I turn around and sit down in the seat they had placed for me. I look across to the camera, then then at Mary, who is still enjoying being in a bean chair.
Stytch
“Mary, I think you’re in the shot.”
Mary soon stands up and begins dragging the bean chair out of frame.
Big Black Camerman
“It’s cool, she can stay in the shot.”
I smile as I realise that over the last few days my wife has been extremely involved in my wrestling career. She never has before, not since the JJ incident at least. I gotta admit, I loved having her around. It made things more ... I don’t know, better would be a good word to describe it but I feel like her being involved with my wrestling career is a good thing. The JJ incident might of stopped her being involved with my career but I think she’s over that now, although I highly doubt it.
You don’t just “get over” being kidnapped whilst pregnant by your husband’s mandman psycho boss who planned to raise the baby as his own. Whatever “this” is that I’m feeling, a sense of my two worlds coming together perhaps? ... I like it. I like having her around. It’s reminding me of why I married her. I was seriously worried our marriage wasn’t working but this week has proven to me that I don’t need sexy young protoges or female “number one fans” to keep me excited. Mary is all I will ever need.
I turn around to my beautiful wife and smile, soon asking her to sit by me. She smiles right back and drags a chair close to my left, holding my hand as we look over to London, the camera pointed toward us staring away out of the camera shot as London began her first question.
London
“Stytch. How confident are you that you’ll become the world heavyweight champion tonight?”
Stytch
“Fairly confident. I never like to be too cocky but I’ve got a good feeling about tonight. I’ve got my wife here escorting me to the ring and rooting for me. I’ve got my kids, my parents and my younger brother and sister watching at home and I’ve got an entire arena chanting my name like never before. The only chant I hear other than my own are against Johnny and H4ck3r and the arena’s not even full yet!”
London
“And how do you feel about having to perhaps give your best friend and tag team partner, Apostle Kried, his first loss.”
Stytch
“Firstly, he’s not my best friend but honestly, I feel like I should be emotionally distraught about facing him and perhaps ending his undefeated streak ... but I’m not. Tonight he’s just another competitor I’m gonna have to beat. I don’t know how he’ll want to work things, like whether he’d wanna team up to take our Rye and Johnny, but I might just let him demolish some A-holes, just to makes things a little easier for me.”
London
“What will this title be to you if you succeed in besting Johnny Clash to obtain it?”
Stytch
“It’ll be my ... uh ... twentieth total title reigh - not counting various title I’m not proud of - and my fourth world title. It’ll also only be my second title in NYCCW during my many months with the company.”
London
“Some people call you a freak because of your eccentricities and odd attire. What would you say to those people?”
I turn to the camera and stick my middle finger up whilst replying.
Stytch
“Yeah, I am a bit of a freak, I guess. But like I’ve always said, it’s better to be a freak than to be just like everybody else.”
London turns the the camera and smiles.
London
“This has been an interview with world title competitor “The Brain Grenade” Stytch. I’m London Williams and thanks fro watching, toodles.”
London and her big black cameraman friend soon pack up after the interview, leaving me alone with Mary. I quickly lock the door shut and begin to emote for us to have sex, acting rather funny as she lets out a little giggle.
Mary
“We can’t do it in here. It’s in public, there’s no bed and there’s a camera up there.”
I smirk and throw my hoodie over the camera, hastily making a makeshift bed out of the small ammount of supplies within the room.
Stytch
“There.”
Mary looks over to me and smiles.
Mary
“(Sigh) Fine, just this one time. Consider it my way of wishing you good luck.”
Stytch
“Screw my lucky charm bracelet, you’re the only lucky charm I need.”
I say as we begin to kiss and make our way to the makeshift bed as the scene sollomnly fades to black.
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