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The Landscape
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Topic Started: Jun 23 2011, 07:26 PM (215 Views)
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Jun 23 2011, 07:26 PM
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Gwinnett Center - Duluth, Georgia Friday 24th June 2011 14:24pm
“Go right on through, Reno.”
I’d arrived at the arena somewhat late. After the whole fiasco with Victor a couple of days ago my mind hadn’t been in the right place. I’d questioned constantly whether or not I should have got him into the company, to be with me. At the time it seemed like a good idea. Someone would be there to watch my back, to keep me on track. Vic seemed that guy. Little did I know how much the man hated this business. That should have been obvious to me really, considering our relationship over the years. The guy’s never liked me, we’ve never got on. I always thought it was solely to do with me and his sister, but now I realise it was something else. Sure, that had a part to play in it, but the fact that the man had little to no respect for me because of the business I was a part of was another reason behind our rocky relationship. I had no idea whether or not Vic would be here at the arena, whether or not he’d be accompanying myself and Jack to the ring for our match. I just had to wait and see.
Alex waved me through the barrier. He was the resident security guy around here. Nice enough guy, seemed to love his job a bit too much. I remember the first time I came to NEW, the guy wouldn’t let me through the barriers for love nor money. I had no ID at the time and it took a whole list of phone calls to get the guy to let me through. Since then we’d been tight, he’d always let me in straight away. Thinking now, if Vic happened to be coming to the building, I hope he had his ID, or else I’d definitely be coming to the ring alone.
I drove through the parking lot, past the giant NEW production trucks. The building was quiet, no fans around. No one around really. I thought I was late, but clearly not. Parking up just underneath an amber security light, I opened the door and popped the trunk of my rental car. I pulled out my bag and shut the boot, before heading into the arena. Pushing open the large fire doors, I instantly could sense the emptiness in the air. This was the first show since the pay per view. I had been informed by Jimmy throughout the week that the week after a pay per view the place is always dead. He was right. This place was like a morgue. People were wandering around like someone had died. Following the signs to the dressing room, I walked in to find it empty, apart from one person sitting in the corner. Vic. I stood there momentarily, both happy and somewhat nervous. I was surprised he actually showed, but Vic didn’t seem like the type of person to head out of an agreement too easily. No, he was a man of his word. I respected him for that. Standing in the doorway caught his attention. He raised his head up from the book he had on his lap, caught sight of me and gave out a slight smile. I returned the gesture and walked towards him, dropping my bag on the floor.
“Vic, good to see you.”
I extended my arm for a handshake, but it wasn’t reciprocated. I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“Yeah, you too Josh.”
Vic was the only person in my life to still call me Josh, or Joshua. Sure, it was my name, but for around a decade now I’d been known as Reno by my peers. I thought that this was just a way of Vic asserting his disproval of the business and me being in it. That was fair enough, he could play his little mind games all he wanted. Like brother, like sister I guess. Gemma never called me Reno either. I’m guessing now the whole Parrish clan had a thing against wrestling.
“So, you came, that’s good Vic.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t just not going to show.”
“Yeah, well, I did wonder.”
Looking back, that was obviously the wrong thing to say to a man who just wasn’t interested in being in the business. No, it wasn’t good to test a man’s reliability to a cause which he cared nothing about. I remember him looking up at me, visibly angry. I tested the faith of a man put in a position which he clearly didn’t want to be in. Vic made it clear during our last meeting that he was only in this for the money, that he was broke. I’d basically just rubbed that in his face. He stood up, dropping the book to the floor in the process.
“Listen, because I’m only saying this once. I’m here because they offered me money. I have no money, Josh. None. Nothing. I’m broke. So yeah, I’m here even though I don’t want to be. I don’t care about this place, about the people who work here or even for your stupid fucking tag team partner who for some reason still isn’t even in the damn fucking building. Josh, you are the only thing I have somewhat care and respect for in this place, but if you keep making stupid fucking smart ass comments like that then that’ll slowly dissipate into nothingness. I’m here. I’m going to be here until they tell me to fuck off. So you can either accept that now and shake my hand, or you can walk out that fucking door right now and I’ll see you when your stupid theme song hits and I’m standing there by your side. What is it going to be?”
Vic extended his hand out for a handshake. What he said was somewhat touching. I knew his allegiances were with the money, but to know that he’d be here for me too was a good thing. It put my mind at rest. With the arm still extended, I grabbed it and shook it. He nodded at me, before letting down and opening up his book back to where he was.
“Thanks, Vic.”
“Don’t mention it. Now, what’s the plan for tonight then?”
The plan. Good question. All I knew was that Jack and I were taking on the Brooklyn Bad Boys for, what, the third time? Second or third, I wasn’t quite sure. They were good, real good in fact. They’d been the top tag team in this place since Jack and I got together. Then things changed. We changed the landscape of this place. But the fact was that they were still top dogs. Sure, we’d had the titles, but for only a fraction of the time compared to their reign. Yeah, they were good. Real good. But that was all to change. Word around the company was that Ace High had been scouted for something, a match with some guys. We hadn’t quite heard the details or what not, but it was big. Jack didn’t know much about it, neither did I for that matter. But I knew that NEW had to make a formal request for this match, so by that knowledge they must have had some faith in us.
The plan for tonight was the usual. We go out there. We try to win. I say try because lately Jack and I were hitting a bit of a dry patch with this team. We’d lost the titles. A major upset, so I’d heard. No one expected us to lose, and I don’t mean that in an arrogant sense. Like I said, we’d changed the landscape. Then all too soon the landscape had changed on us. Beating Brooklyn would not only help us get back into the title race, but it would also change people’s perceptions of us. People perceive this team to be a one time thing, saying we’re sure to break up now we’ve lost the titles. Well, at this point in time that could be a possibility considering Jack had gone awol. I hadn’t heard from him since the pay per view, apart from that one phone call last week about Vic. He was pissed about that, and I knew deep down it would have a part to play in the match tonight. Yeah, this was going to come and bite me on the arse. With Vic there in my corner, it would surely make Jack angry. Hell, he’d get over it. By the sounds of things, he’d be bringing someone himself. That could be interesting. Knowing Jack, it’d be some two bit whore with a vibrator addiction. But that’s Jack, that’s the way he likes them.
As for Vic, well, he wanted a plan.
“The plan? The plan is to win, Vic. That’s the only plan we have.”
“You may want to think up a better plan.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because winning isn’t something you two have been good at lately.”
Cheap shot. Cheap shot Vic.
“Thanks, Vic.”
“And, if you haven’t got a partner, then that plan could be useless. You know what they say about best laid plans?”
Shit. Jack, where the fuck are you?
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