I had about two choices here: Gleefully stand there and have her knock my head off with a hammer or smash that crazy bitch to death before she puts me on a shelf.
Well I’m sure you know what I’m going with.
I fear this might be my first true Underground match – my other opponents INCLUDING the champion only utilized weapons when in a hardcore match.
This crazy broad uses weapons on everyone and anyone in any situation – whether it deems it necessary or not.
I couldn’t show too much malice or intent – it would bring into question my ‘loyalty’ to Foxx Global. Not when I’m this damn close to taking out Davis. I need him to think…no…I need him to blindly brain-wash BELIEVE that I am here for him. I need him to trust me more than he trusts his own mother. Not that he even trusts her, he probably trusts her as far as he can throw her fat ass.
Rachel Foxx.
The only person Davis has more trust in than me, the only person Davis would put his life on the line for. I remember her. Flashbacks of how she yelled and barked at him to pull the trigger on Officer Gaines comes to mind. What a sick and twisted individual. She’s nothing like Davis. Davis is spurred on by emotions, it takes absolutely nothing for her to maim and injure another human being.
She’s like nothing I’ve seen before. Yet she was the Spade of my tarot cards. To match the Diamond that is Justin Davis.
I remember my own words by heart, “When she does well, Bad Company overall does good.”
Let me make myself clear – I truly do mean Bad Company, not Foxx Global. When she does well, Davis does well. Her performance has no effect on me, well…until now. I stood in that very ring – staring into those light eyes – full of uncontrollable rage. I stood there as I saw her look away with shame after she struck down her little lost puppy – Alex Jr.
I see a woman on the verge. I see a woman who is about to lose everything – her sanity and company.
Yet it does me no good to see her like that. Yes, she is my opponent and yes I have every intention to use her distracted mind against her in the ring but in that same breathe…I need her to survive.
I need her to thrive.
Davis needs a foundation – as I said before, Rachel is Davis’ spine. Without him, he is back to his cowardice form. Hudson and I were his friends who had his back. It couldn’t help him – he needed an enabler. He needed someone who didn’t just put cruel thoughts into his head like me and Hudson. He needed someone to push him to carry them out. Hence why she is the Spade – she digs out the evil in him.
I couldn’t sleep; I switched positions in the bed and lay on my side. Just the last remaining look into her eyes as she knocked Alex out just blew my mind. I rubbed my head as I saw the desperation in her face. I knew the minute if I my eyes ever cut over and saw that in the middle of our match I’d have to destroy her. I don’t want to destroy her, I rather keep her but those eyes give away her level of anxiety and the actions she will choose will be deadly. I know, I know her – I have never had a sit down one-on-one chat with her but I knew every single thing about her when I looked into her eyes. A woman scorned who wanted her revenge – the same look Holly had when she saw Lawler hell even the same one Ashley gave me when she found out about Holly. It was this unmistakable identical look that every woman on Earth shared – it was the sign of death for the nearest man in the vicinity.
We men learned that sign well and took heed for years. Yet now they stood in our ring prepared to tear us down.
It was almost frightening.
I hear it so often: I fear nothing but God himself.
I’ll tell you what – have an enraged woman swing a hammer towards your head and I’ll bet God will get pushed down to number two on the list – right behind the loony ass chick who just nearly took off your head.
Figures as much and yet the last woman that I saw with that look on her face was Amber. As we pulled up to the place where they put her in the van – our eyes caught each other and I saw that look. She hated my guts…and that was fine. The so called ‘man’ she cared for? He’s not even looking for her. He doesn’t even give a shit about her. Yet she has to nerve to look me in the face as if I am the worse human being on Earth while her so called boyfriend is still wrestling and pretending that because he put away Gaines means the situation is gone as well.
Does he realize she is still missing?
Shit, does he care?
Is it even worth keeping her if he doesn’t give a damn?
Yes, it is. For the amount of stress and burden Gaines had put on him was enough to make him snap. If Davis were to ever find out that this man was doing it even with the knowledge of Davis’ innocence AND that I was behind it – it would drive him into the asylum.
But I’m not read just yet to have him check in. I kind of smirked, I’m almost following Davis’ path before I end him. I’m going into the Underground division – just as he did the weeks before he screwed me over. To be champion – to accomplish what he has accomplished without directly screwing him over for it would be perfect.
Think about it – this man took my tag title from me by savagely beating me with the help of Hudson.
I’ll take the Underground championship without ever having to face him or screw him over – rather than that I would be fighting a tougher opponent than he is to get it. He lost his title in three days. How long has Fred held his? For well over two months, within seven days, it will be preciously three.
Three months over three days, you do the math.
That’s if Mr. Debonair or whatever he calls himself nowadays were to ever see his reign continue – Lucas Knight could easily end it at Taking Hold of the Flame.
Here I am again, concerned about things that aren’t relevant in my near future. I’m thinking about Davis and Debonair when my biggest concern should be Ms. Foxx herself. The nights seem to get hotter and the end couldn’t be drawing any closer. I so desperately want Davis to win – I want to see him hold that championship in the air at Taking Hold of the Flame. I want to see Rachel clap and applaud him and Alex do the same like the little sheep he is.
I even want Hudson to smirk at him before leaving. I want confetti to come flying out of the ceiling as fans stand and cheer him on – chanting his name in succession.
I want the best for him – so I can tear it all from underneath him and watch him lie in pool full of blood and misery.
I sat up licking my dry lips. I looked out the window as two rednecks stood on the outside of the parking lot drinking beers. I saw them as simple – I wish things were simple. I was an evil cunt pretending to be Holly’s boyfriend. I’m a sinister asshole pretending to be a family man. I’ll be inhumane fuck who pretends to be proud of Justin – I need this disguise, this pretense. Without it, how could I take everything Davis loved and destroy it?
Without means, how could it come to an end?
Rachel, comrade, buddy, friend – How are you? You’ve had a couple of rough weeks at the hands of Syren, Raven, Thorn, Starr, and any person attempting to make a statement through you and the rest of us. The only good thing you have going for you right now is Davis – seeing as how you knocked Alex out flat last week and I’ll be facing you this week.
You ever heard ‘respect your elders’? Seems like you didn’t, CHBK told you to keep your cool – instead you went out there like a mad woman and I doubt there is no coincidence why we were booked against each other this week. I’m sure you’ll bring it to me as those before have – I admit as a former two time Underground champion you’re the most experienced competitor I’ve been against thus far as far as Underground matches go. Even if you never won the championship, you wield that sledgehammer as if you’ve used it numerous times before and that is enough for me know where I stand.
I stand against you – as an opponent. So don’t take it personal if I lay you out flat and keep running.
Running through the ranks of every solid opponent in the Underground division until the title is around my waist – I mean. I don’t run away and regardless of whether you are my stable’s leader or not – I will not back down from you.
I suspect you would never want me to anyway.
That alone is good enough for me to keep little restraint. I can’t paralyze or injure you – it would be detrimental to Foxx Global but your little boyfriend – he means nothing to me. I suggest you tell him to stay away or I will take him out alongside you. I know you have no morals or regards for life or the well being of others. That’s fine – just know I will have no regards for you if you in any way, shape, or form if you attempt to make this a two on one.
I just had a thought – I don’t think your boyfriend will be showing up. I’m sure he didn’t take lightly to the fact you hit him with a stunner. I don’t blame him. Who else was in the ring besides you and ASP, Rachel? Who exactly did you think was behind you? ASP had no ties; no one gave a damn about him. His last tag partner, Billy Mitchell, is not even actively wrestling here. Maybe, just maybe, Rachel you wanted to remove that little lost puppy from your side. Nowadays, it seems your head doesn’t seem to be straight on.
Who was once a strong and dedicated leader – has become a maniacal out of control woman who has no goal or objective in life but to destroy what she does not like or chooses not to accept.
I’m not particularly surprised – you let the success of those you’ve managed get to your head and now you think you can run around doing whatever you please. You’ll soon come to find this isn’t the days of SCW which your sister used to run. These men out here nowadays aren’t afraid to put a boot in your ass and fling you to the wayside like a cheap whore on Sunday night. I suppose you’ve learned that and Davis has more than learned that – dealing with the Misfits.
But no, you haven’t learned anything have you? You’ve been issuing challenges to ASP, you’ve been doing nothing but bringing down hell on us – creating more enemies than we need rather than aligning and strategizing. You rule with an iron fist but as of late – it’s been more wooden – easily more destroyable. You’ve come from the ranks of Margaret Thatcher to the sad lonely drunken depths of Courtney Love.
I see it in your eyes, you want to live up to the success your older sisters have had. You attempt to do that through managing talented stars while making a name for yourself. Look at those around you who hold more respect than you – it was because through dark and unforeseeable times they managed to keep themselves collected and came up winners. Those who were able to keep themselves together and not only survive, but to prosper through times like this – they are the legends of SCW.
You would do well to keep it together – there are so many people who would like to take your place and be able to have two talented men – and that one puppy dog of yours – under their control. They would love to see you be carted off by police or EMTs, either of the two would be perfect. I’ll make this match simple – tear you down until you are no longer able to kick out of the pin.
We may be stable mates but my goals override any loyalty I have to you because I know if roles were reversed it would be the same way. I’m not Davis; I don’t have a soft spot for you. If you choose to act like an insane woman out there, I am not above putting my foot in your ass and dragging you around like a slipper for the entirety of the match.
You’ve been warned.
