Post by DiOGee on Mar 12, 2024 20:55:24 GMT -5
I wasn't a fan of Hawaii. Over the years, it has been where relationships have ended or planted the seeds for one to find an ending. Usually these bookings line up with one of the months of my namesake Season.
“Geezus.. July is right around the corner..” The idea of the Season beginning again was a dreadful one. With everything going on from potential business deals to personal relationships ‘blooming’ I had more to lose this year than I have in a long time. Maybe I deserve it. Not because I am a victim to something and make excuses for a tormented childhood but because I have grown to feel a comfort knowing it will come for me. Right on schedule..
“Aloha, braddah.. Are you Jason by chance?” Startled by the voice that drifted behind me with the breeze, I lifted my eyes open and saw the night sky over the horizon. On a beach in Hawaii, I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting here. I got lost in my own thoughts.
Turning my head to see the beach bum looking islander standing there. The moon tucked nicely behind him so he had a whitish blue glow that came around him. “Maaaaybe..” I wasn't waiting for anyone so I didn't want to run into anymore ‘Fans’ and my ‘Wife’ was back at the Hotel, probably sleeping.
Long flight.
Getting up, I brush the sand off the ass of my shorts. It was nice to be in shorts and some slip on sliders again, no socks. “I’m not hugging you if you're a fan..” Holding a paused palm out towards him, I wanted to get that notion out of the way immediately.
“What? No!” The man responds. Clearly he didn't want a hug and now I was kind of offended. His hand shoved out at me but in it was a phone. I was confused. “Here, take it!”
“That's not my phone..”
“Some guy gave me 50 kala to bring it down to you, take it.”
Shaking my head in a quick left to right as I bit down on my bottom lip, I responded. “I don't think I want to..”
“Listen..” He turns his head up towards the hill behind us. I can see some lights and a few buildings. I wasn't sure what it was though. “This lolo was just watching us..”
I laughed. Lolo was something the locals said, it was essentially calling someone ‘crazy’. I was a fan of foreign slang. Even in my head, I snapped as what he told me caught up with my train of thought. “You said he was watching you?! Who?”
“That lolo who gave me this phone!” Sighing, he started to paint a bigger picture. “I’m cheek full of Aku, drinking a few green bottles with the boys. We see this lolo just standing there. I thought he was a waiter or something bu–”
“Can we get to the specifics, I don't have enough cap space for this…” Turning, I stared into what would be a camera but there wasn't one there.. Or was there?
“He didn't ask. He told me to take this phone to some Malahini on the beach for 50 kala!”
I took the phone. Disposable. A phone that doesn't seem like one that would be sold these days. Older model. “What did he look like?” I questioned, quickly adding: “Did he have a mustache?”
With a dumbfounded stare, the guy responded. “What? No but the way he talked was weird!”
“Ooh! Well alright, thanks.”
I knew the game of Guess Who was over, I knew who gave this random guy a phone for me. My ‘Fan’ and it had been a minute. I started down the beach, sand kicking out from under me with every slipping step I took. It really was beautiful out here as the day skies faded into night, making a floral of colors as the stars started to sprinkle down through the heavens.
Not that I noticed. I had tunnel vision on the phone in my hands. A notification for an unread text grabbed my immediate attention. Opening it, I found a familiar greeting.
“... Hello”
I was kind of annoyed that he had the same dramatic drag to his words in text as he does in voice.
“It's funny.. When I first came into TPW, I was looking for one thing. CJ O’Donnell’s HEAD on a pike. In my own doing and disappointment, I failed to grab that opportunity. Why is that relevant? He was the Prestige Champion and the Title was on the line..
The belt was secondary but to pry it from him would be just another pain that I wanted to provide him. I failed in doing so. I failed to do so because of my own blinding foresight into what I wanted in this life, this business, in my career.
I’ve done plenty. Won Titles, Headlined events and for a long time I have just not cared as much for the.. ‘Shine’ of it all. I lingered like a dog fart. Then I got stabbed by a fan. Giving someone a HUG almost cost me not just my life but more importantly than that, my career.
So is this full circle? To be back in line for Prestige when back then, I had done nothing to get the opportunity and now, the same can almost be said. Nothing I have done in TPW has been good enough to reward me a shot at even a contendership for a Title..
Yet here we are. I questioned it last time as well but now? Now I wonder if I am just here to fill a match because I returned to the ring in January and outside of the SEX Cup, I haven't been booked. I commented about the depth of this roster and you want to book me in a match where I can potentially go on to face the woman who DID beat CJ O’Donnell and do what I SAID he would do after losing? Leave.
I don't have the script but be it Leah Augero, Xavier Lux, Jayce Pierce, El Diablo Blanco, or Plays-With-Himself.. If and When they find themselves with my attention on them, understand that I don't plan to give them a hug like I’m some fan. I’m not. I’m there to put a big FUUUUUUCKING knife into your breath right places!
Or.. I’ll come up short because I’ve never really fit in with the positives and ‘righteous’ of TPW, I’m far more comfortable being amongst the fallen and miserable. It's more honest than a lie told with a hidden agenda..”
This was stupid. I could almost hear my ‘wife’ growling at me for agreeing to come here. He said hello and somehow it became ‘Let’s meet up for dinner’.
I wasn't sure why I agreed. I wanted to hurt this man and he wanted me dead. “Is this seat taken?” Sitting by myself, sometimes people come and grab a chair not being used. This wasn't one of those times. A woman I have never seen in my life sat at the table with me. Her position blocked my direct view of the front door of the restaurant. “Hi! I’m Ano-Nehe!”
“Hello.. Can I.. Help you?”
An islander girl. She was pretty with a ‘shine’ to her skin and a smile that just kept you taken in by it. “You look like you need some company!” Her hands reached across the table and grabbed my left hand. Pulling it free, I let out a scoff.
“I’m waiting on someone. No company required, just thinking..”
“Well..” She reaches for my hand again, this time my right which had the cell phone that the ‘Fan’ had given me. “Let's think together!”
“I THINK not..” I didn't let her get my right hand. “I’m married to my best friend and until that changes.. I THINK you should take yourself somewhere else..”
Her scoff was much louder and angrier than mine was as she shoved up from the table in her little skimpy outfit. As she moved out of view, another filled my eyesight. The ‘Fan’ stepped forward behind the chair she had been sitting in. Our eyes were locked on each other but he pulled his away long enough to watch Ano-Nehe walk off.
I expected his greeting as he took a seat, replacing Ano-Nehe at the table. Adjusting the silverware into their proper place, he finally returns his stare to mine which hasn't moved.
“... Hello, Jason.”
“I must tell you that I’m relatively fine with getting arrested in Hawaii.”
He doesn't say anything but the smile that slowly grows across his face says plenty. Eyes burning into me with his stare, I wanted to launch across the table and slice his throat with a butter knife just so his death would go by slowly. I gained some composure because, truth be told? I wanted to know what he wanted. “What do you want?”
“... To know your plans..” He said in his monotone voice.
“What plans?”
“... Business, life, how's your wife? Honeymoon over?” His eyes glanced off in the direction where Ano-Nehe had gone.
“Good, all is well.. Why does it matter?”
“... Oh it matters to me! I am a fan, remember? I see Sloane has been successful and I want the same for you!”
I slammed my open hand onto the table’s surface. The utensils jumped and the ice water they provided spilled over some. I grabbed a fork from in front of me. “She’s not your FUC–” I paused and looked around as eyes from all directions landed on us. “That's not your business..”
“... That's where you are wrong..” Slowly the palm of his hand glides over the table, lifting as his finger tips gracefully touch over the surface of napkins, eating tools and even the bread sticks. “I must know everything to better determine when you shall perish!”
His voice was in rare form with the excitement that you’d expect from someone like him.
“Does your wife know that if you purchase that GFL team, you will be close to broke?”
I already told this dude to stop mentioning her. To leave her out of this. “Let's talk outside. Down by the beach!” I suggested knowing he wouldn't dare be alone with me. He just smiled. “You stay then, I’m leaving.”
His hand slapped the table but unlike when I did it, he didn't look to see all of the eyes that turned onto us. “... You’ll stay put..”
“WHAT do you WANT, Danny?” Using his first name got his attention last time I used it. His Mother told me when I met her and it cost her her life. Obsession mixed with the flavoring of deranged. That was my ‘Fan’.
“... You have this.. Scramble match here in Hawaii, yes?”
“Yerrp.. And?”
“And after that, March Madness in XWF..” He wasn't asking, just informing me that he was up to date with my bookings.
“Yerrp.. You’d be a great assistant!” I pushed to get up and leave. What he said next kept me seated.
“.. That's where all this started, you know?” He mutters.
“What?” He didn't make any sense. “You and Me? Nah, that was TPW. Right outside of the arena in the parking lot.”
“... No, no, Jason..” He says with a shaking finger to show my incorrect statement. Getting up from the table, he pulls out some money and tosses it down. “.. That is where we first were introduced..”
“What started in XWF then?” I asked as he began to turn and leave. He paused, smiled as Ano-Nehe came back into my view. She latched onto his arm as they both smiled at each other and then back at me.
“... My fandom for you..”
With this woman at his side, my ‘Fan’ left the restaurant. I had even more questions that I had no answers to. Snatching the money he left on the table, it was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Nobody ordered anything so obviously this was my money now.
“Geezus.. July is right around the corner..” The idea of the Season beginning again was a dreadful one. With everything going on from potential business deals to personal relationships ‘blooming’ I had more to lose this year than I have in a long time. Maybe I deserve it. Not because I am a victim to something and make excuses for a tormented childhood but because I have grown to feel a comfort knowing it will come for me. Right on schedule..
“Aloha, braddah.. Are you Jason by chance?” Startled by the voice that drifted behind me with the breeze, I lifted my eyes open and saw the night sky over the horizon. On a beach in Hawaii, I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting here. I got lost in my own thoughts.
Turning my head to see the beach bum looking islander standing there. The moon tucked nicely behind him so he had a whitish blue glow that came around him. “Maaaaybe..” I wasn't waiting for anyone so I didn't want to run into anymore ‘Fans’ and my ‘Wife’ was back at the Hotel, probably sleeping.
Long flight.
Getting up, I brush the sand off the ass of my shorts. It was nice to be in shorts and some slip on sliders again, no socks. “I’m not hugging you if you're a fan..” Holding a paused palm out towards him, I wanted to get that notion out of the way immediately.
“What? No!” The man responds. Clearly he didn't want a hug and now I was kind of offended. His hand shoved out at me but in it was a phone. I was confused. “Here, take it!”
“That's not my phone..”
“Some guy gave me 50 kala to bring it down to you, take it.”
Shaking my head in a quick left to right as I bit down on my bottom lip, I responded. “I don't think I want to..”
“Listen..” He turns his head up towards the hill behind us. I can see some lights and a few buildings. I wasn't sure what it was though. “This lolo was just watching us..”
I laughed. Lolo was something the locals said, it was essentially calling someone ‘crazy’. I was a fan of foreign slang. Even in my head, I snapped as what he told me caught up with my train of thought. “You said he was watching you?! Who?”
“That lolo who gave me this phone!” Sighing, he started to paint a bigger picture. “I’m cheek full of Aku, drinking a few green bottles with the boys. We see this lolo just standing there. I thought he was a waiter or something bu–”
“Can we get to the specifics, I don't have enough cap space for this…” Turning, I stared into what would be a camera but there wasn't one there.. Or was there?
“He didn't ask. He told me to take this phone to some Malahini on the beach for 50 kala!”
I took the phone. Disposable. A phone that doesn't seem like one that would be sold these days. Older model. “What did he look like?” I questioned, quickly adding: “Did he have a mustache?”
With a dumbfounded stare, the guy responded. “What? No but the way he talked was weird!”
“Ooh! Well alright, thanks.”
I knew the game of Guess Who was over, I knew who gave this random guy a phone for me. My ‘Fan’ and it had been a minute. I started down the beach, sand kicking out from under me with every slipping step I took. It really was beautiful out here as the day skies faded into night, making a floral of colors as the stars started to sprinkle down through the heavens.
Not that I noticed. I had tunnel vision on the phone in my hands. A notification for an unread text grabbed my immediate attention. Opening it, I found a familiar greeting.
“... Hello”
I was kind of annoyed that he had the same dramatic drag to his words in text as he does in voice.
©©©©©©©©
“It's funny.. When I first came into TPW, I was looking for one thing. CJ O’Donnell’s HEAD on a pike. In my own doing and disappointment, I failed to grab that opportunity. Why is that relevant? He was the Prestige Champion and the Title was on the line..
The belt was secondary but to pry it from him would be just another pain that I wanted to provide him. I failed in doing so. I failed to do so because of my own blinding foresight into what I wanted in this life, this business, in my career.
I’ve done plenty. Won Titles, Headlined events and for a long time I have just not cared as much for the.. ‘Shine’ of it all. I lingered like a dog fart. Then I got stabbed by a fan. Giving someone a HUG almost cost me not just my life but more importantly than that, my career.
So is this full circle? To be back in line for Prestige when back then, I had done nothing to get the opportunity and now, the same can almost be said. Nothing I have done in TPW has been good enough to reward me a shot at even a contendership for a Title..
Yet here we are. I questioned it last time as well but now? Now I wonder if I am just here to fill a match because I returned to the ring in January and outside of the SEX Cup, I haven't been booked. I commented about the depth of this roster and you want to book me in a match where I can potentially go on to face the woman who DID beat CJ O’Donnell and do what I SAID he would do after losing? Leave.
I don't have the script but be it Leah Augero, Xavier Lux, Jayce Pierce, El Diablo Blanco, or Plays-With-Himself.. If and When they find themselves with my attention on them, understand that I don't plan to give them a hug like I’m some fan. I’m not. I’m there to put a big FUUUUUUCKING knife into your breath right places!
Or.. I’ll come up short because I’ve never really fit in with the positives and ‘righteous’ of TPW, I’m far more comfortable being amongst the fallen and miserable. It's more honest than a lie told with a hidden agenda..”
©©©©©©©©
This was stupid. I could almost hear my ‘wife’ growling at me for agreeing to come here. He said hello and somehow it became ‘Let’s meet up for dinner’.
I wasn't sure why I agreed. I wanted to hurt this man and he wanted me dead. “Is this seat taken?” Sitting by myself, sometimes people come and grab a chair not being used. This wasn't one of those times. A woman I have never seen in my life sat at the table with me. Her position blocked my direct view of the front door of the restaurant. “Hi! I’m Ano-Nehe!”
“Hello.. Can I.. Help you?”
An islander girl. She was pretty with a ‘shine’ to her skin and a smile that just kept you taken in by it. “You look like you need some company!” Her hands reached across the table and grabbed my left hand. Pulling it free, I let out a scoff.
“I’m waiting on someone. No company required, just thinking..”
“Well..” She reaches for my hand again, this time my right which had the cell phone that the ‘Fan’ had given me. “Let's think together!”
“I THINK not..” I didn't let her get my right hand. “I’m married to my best friend and until that changes.. I THINK you should take yourself somewhere else..”
Her scoff was much louder and angrier than mine was as she shoved up from the table in her little skimpy outfit. As she moved out of view, another filled my eyesight. The ‘Fan’ stepped forward behind the chair she had been sitting in. Our eyes were locked on each other but he pulled his away long enough to watch Ano-Nehe walk off.
I expected his greeting as he took a seat, replacing Ano-Nehe at the table. Adjusting the silverware into their proper place, he finally returns his stare to mine which hasn't moved.
“... Hello, Jason.”
“I must tell you that I’m relatively fine with getting arrested in Hawaii.”
He doesn't say anything but the smile that slowly grows across his face says plenty. Eyes burning into me with his stare, I wanted to launch across the table and slice his throat with a butter knife just so his death would go by slowly. I gained some composure because, truth be told? I wanted to know what he wanted. “What do you want?”
“... To know your plans..” He said in his monotone voice.
“What plans?”
“... Business, life, how's your wife? Honeymoon over?” His eyes glanced off in the direction where Ano-Nehe had gone.
“Good, all is well.. Why does it matter?”
“... Oh it matters to me! I am a fan, remember? I see Sloane has been successful and I want the same for you!”
I slammed my open hand onto the table’s surface. The utensils jumped and the ice water they provided spilled over some. I grabbed a fork from in front of me. “She’s not your FUC–” I paused and looked around as eyes from all directions landed on us. “That's not your business..”
“... That's where you are wrong..” Slowly the palm of his hand glides over the table, lifting as his finger tips gracefully touch over the surface of napkins, eating tools and even the bread sticks. “I must know everything to better determine when you shall perish!”
His voice was in rare form with the excitement that you’d expect from someone like him.
“Does your wife know that if you purchase that GFL team, you will be close to broke?”
I already told this dude to stop mentioning her. To leave her out of this. “Let's talk outside. Down by the beach!” I suggested knowing he wouldn't dare be alone with me. He just smiled. “You stay then, I’m leaving.”
His hand slapped the table but unlike when I did it, he didn't look to see all of the eyes that turned onto us. “... You’ll stay put..”
“WHAT do you WANT, Danny?” Using his first name got his attention last time I used it. His Mother told me when I met her and it cost her her life. Obsession mixed with the flavoring of deranged. That was my ‘Fan’.
“... You have this.. Scramble match here in Hawaii, yes?”
“Yerrp.. And?”
“And after that, March Madness in XWF..” He wasn't asking, just informing me that he was up to date with my bookings.
“Yerrp.. You’d be a great assistant!” I pushed to get up and leave. What he said next kept me seated.
“.. That's where all this started, you know?” He mutters.
“What?” He didn't make any sense. “You and Me? Nah, that was TPW. Right outside of the arena in the parking lot.”
“... No, no, Jason..” He says with a shaking finger to show my incorrect statement. Getting up from the table, he pulls out some money and tosses it down. “.. That is where we first were introduced..”
“What started in XWF then?” I asked as he began to turn and leave. He paused, smiled as Ano-Nehe came back into my view. She latched onto his arm as they both smiled at each other and then back at me.
“... My fandom for you..”
With this woman at his side, my ‘Fan’ left the restaurant. I had even more questions that I had no answers to. Snatching the money he left on the table, it was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Nobody ordered anything so obviously this was my money now.
