And I Will
May 17, 2016 19:57:27 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on May 17, 2016 19:57:27 GMT -5
05.13.16
It still hurts.
Not so much the match. Not so much the unprotected punches from Keegan-- some of which still left a considerable, part-red, part-black, part-blue bruise on my cheek-- but just replaying it in my head, knowing that there was so much I could’ve done differently… watching as the Baroness did exactly what we promised she wouldn’t… watching as she crawled across Becky for our disgusting, undeserved first “L.” Fucking--
“You alright, Mase?”
Sitting at the bottom of the steps in the Evans’ house, I was jolted back to reality as Ashlyn De Luca strode past me. She pivoted as she reached the bottom of the stairs, angling her head to look at me with an arched brow.
“Wanna say something to me? Or is this like, suicide watch?”
“Not funny,” I muttered.
“You let that little skank show you up,” Ashlyn chuckled. “Like. It’s kinda funny.”
I glared up at her from my spot on the stairs. Ashlyn rolled her eyes and groaned, nudging at my leg with her toe.
“How’s Becky doing?” Ashlyn asked.
I didn’t respond. I dunno. I felt like I didn’t have the right to. The most haunting part of At All Costs was having to watch, restrained by Keegan Hightower while the Baroness slid that stankin’, slenderman arm across her chest. I think I closed my eyes when I realized I wasn’t getting in the ring. Dragonball Z had taught me nothing. I couldn’t bear to watch a friend fall, respect be damned.
“If it hurts so fucking bad, don’t let it happen again, dude.” Ashlyn shrugged, backing toward the entrance of the house. “Don’t be one of those losers that has to have like, some long-winded comeback documentary. Fix that shit. Fix whatever happened. And don’t let it happen to you anymore.”
I smirked. “Hooooly shit. Wish I thought of that.”
“You wiiiilllllll…” Her voice faded as she disappeared through the entrance and finally to the outside.
I was left to the silence in the giant, empty house again.
05.17.16
”This is a really, really weird feeling.
I don’t usually go into a match feeling like I need to redeem myself or feeling like I have a lot of shit to bounce back from. For as much as I still have to learn in the Lion’s Den, I’ve never felt like I was standing across the ring from somebody that knew so much more than me and was able to dig so much deeper than me and do whatever it took to get the win.
A few weeks ago, At All Costs, Dick Cheese Kegan and the Crimson Clap proved me wrong. There was a level they were willing to sink down to that I don’t think I was even aware of. They’d been a problem before that though. No matter how much Becky and I fought to stay a step ahead and stay on our feet after what we saw happen to Emily Carter, here comes Dick Cheese and the Clap, ready to put their smutz all over everything. Whether it’s with a cane or a bat-- whether it’s in the United States or the fucking Serengeti, there they are, coming out from the shadows.
Just like you, Robbie.
Always swift with the ambush. Swift with the bullshit.
I watched you jump the guardrail and take Mylo Danvers out from behind at Pride and it might’ve been a small, typical asshole gesture to most people, but it rubbed me the wrong way because it reminds me of the same pricks that are trying to take the APEX Tag Team Titles off my waist-- off Becky’s waist. Hell… maybe more importantly, I watched the way you fought Danvers in a Parking Lot Brawl. I saw what you were willing to do. Willing to take.
Guy like you comes around, gets a little pissed off, drops me on my head, and suddenly Brute Camp is out a pair of APEX Tag Titles. You, though? Doubt you could give a shit, Rob. Looking at how you treated Mylo, in that brawl, on that concrete-- even before all that, I know you couldn’t give less a shit about my wellbeing.
So I’ll return that favor.
At Pride, we’re gonna have a match devoid of all ambushes and all bullshit, and if I can’t outmaneuver you, I’m gonna try to beat the hell out of you. Because I feel like I lost something, Rob. I feel like I need to get whatever that is back, and I just… I feel like I need to beat the hell out of you to do it.
I have to get the job done at Pride, Rob. It’s for the Camp.
And I will.”
It still hurts.
Not so much the match. Not so much the unprotected punches from Keegan-- some of which still left a considerable, part-red, part-black, part-blue bruise on my cheek-- but just replaying it in my head, knowing that there was so much I could’ve done differently… watching as the Baroness did exactly what we promised she wouldn’t… watching as she crawled across Becky for our disgusting, undeserved first “L.” Fucking--
“You alright, Mase?”
Sitting at the bottom of the steps in the Evans’ house, I was jolted back to reality as Ashlyn De Luca strode past me. She pivoted as she reached the bottom of the stairs, angling her head to look at me with an arched brow.
“Wanna say something to me? Or is this like, suicide watch?”
“Not funny,” I muttered.
“You let that little skank show you up,” Ashlyn chuckled. “Like. It’s kinda funny.”
I glared up at her from my spot on the stairs. Ashlyn rolled her eyes and groaned, nudging at my leg with her toe.
“How’s Becky doing?” Ashlyn asked.
I didn’t respond. I dunno. I felt like I didn’t have the right to. The most haunting part of At All Costs was having to watch, restrained by Keegan Hightower while the Baroness slid that stankin’, slenderman arm across her chest. I think I closed my eyes when I realized I wasn’t getting in the ring. Dragonball Z had taught me nothing. I couldn’t bear to watch a friend fall, respect be damned.
“If it hurts so fucking bad, don’t let it happen again, dude.” Ashlyn shrugged, backing toward the entrance of the house. “Don’t be one of those losers that has to have like, some long-winded comeback documentary. Fix that shit. Fix whatever happened. And don’t let it happen to you anymore.”
I smirked. “Hooooly shit. Wish I thought of that.”
“You wiiiilllllll…” Her voice faded as she disappeared through the entrance and finally to the outside.
I was left to the silence in the giant, empty house again.
05.17.16
”This is a really, really weird feeling.
I don’t usually go into a match feeling like I need to redeem myself or feeling like I have a lot of shit to bounce back from. For as much as I still have to learn in the Lion’s Den, I’ve never felt like I was standing across the ring from somebody that knew so much more than me and was able to dig so much deeper than me and do whatever it took to get the win.
A few weeks ago, At All Costs, Dick Cheese Kegan and the Crimson Clap proved me wrong. There was a level they were willing to sink down to that I don’t think I was even aware of. They’d been a problem before that though. No matter how much Becky and I fought to stay a step ahead and stay on our feet after what we saw happen to Emily Carter, here comes Dick Cheese and the Clap, ready to put their smutz all over everything. Whether it’s with a cane or a bat-- whether it’s in the United States or the fucking Serengeti, there they are, coming out from the shadows.
Just like you, Robbie.
Always swift with the ambush. Swift with the bullshit.
I watched you jump the guardrail and take Mylo Danvers out from behind at Pride and it might’ve been a small, typical asshole gesture to most people, but it rubbed me the wrong way because it reminds me of the same pricks that are trying to take the APEX Tag Team Titles off my waist-- off Becky’s waist. Hell… maybe more importantly, I watched the way you fought Danvers in a Parking Lot Brawl. I saw what you were willing to do. Willing to take.
Guy like you comes around, gets a little pissed off, drops me on my head, and suddenly Brute Camp is out a pair of APEX Tag Titles. You, though? Doubt you could give a shit, Rob. Looking at how you treated Mylo, in that brawl, on that concrete-- even before all that, I know you couldn’t give less a shit about my wellbeing.
So I’ll return that favor.
At Pride, we’re gonna have a match devoid of all ambushes and all bullshit, and if I can’t outmaneuver you, I’m gonna try to beat the hell out of you. Because I feel like I lost something, Rob. I feel like I need to get whatever that is back, and I just… I feel like I need to beat the hell out of you to do it.
I have to get the job done at Pride, Rob. It’s for the Camp.
And I will.”