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Arrogance Is Bliss
Topic Started: Oct 26 2011, 07:27 PM (177 Views)
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People accuse me of being arrogant all the time. I'm not arrogant, I'm focused. - Russell Crowe.

Judging from the look on his face, Reno was pleased with himself. He’d made the decision to finally throw away the useless excess luggage that was Jack Erickson, and in doing so felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. It wasn’t to say that he’d walked into that match wanting to continue tagging with him. No, the decision had been made several hours before that he would finally turn on his then partner in front of the thousands of fans and slowly begin to enact his elements of revenge which he’d be planning in the back of his mind for weeks now. These plans were just a thought at the time, but he’d come to the conclusion that now was the time to put them into practise. All the times Erickson had humiliated him, ruined his matches and generally soiled the names that had taken him decades to create in the business were noted down in his mind, slowly building and growing as the rage fuelled them. It only took him a split second to morph into his new frame of mind, well, it took 3 split seconds. The embarrassment at losing to Erickson at Fear Itself only escalated the anger in his mind, which in turn made the decision to nail Erickson right there on the mat even easier and just a tad more enjoyable. Looking down at his former partner, Reno remembered smiling to himself and thinking that yes, this truly was a new beginning to him. He liked that feeling. It made him happy.

It was Monday. The day after the night before, and Reno had been awake for several hours now. He laid on the bed, just lying and thinking. Looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room, he began to replay the moment over and over in his mind where he took out Jack. Each time he replayed it, he laughed. It was a feeling of euphoria, and he loved it.

Rolling out of bed about an hour later, the smile on his face still sat there. It was a new addition to Reno, something which he hadn’t felt in a while. He felt happy. He felt happy that he’d destroyed another relationship, but this time it wasn’t his fault. That was what he kept telling himself. Jack made him do this; it was all Jack’s fault. This was the reason he was smiling. This was the reason he was happy. For too long in his life had relationships proved to be an enigma to him, something which if unsolved often meant unhappiness. All too often would he ruin a relationship by saying something, or doing something, or, you know, that old line of accidently killing your fiancé. At that thought he smiled again. ‘That old line’ he thought to himself. As he walked across the room towards the bathroom, he began to think to himself just what was in store for him. It was a new beginning for Reno, and a new beginning meant new things in his life. Stopping, he turned to face the bed. Lying at the foot of the bed, curled in a heap, laid his tag team title. New beginnings meant getting rid of all the old baggage. Looking at that title, it reminded him of Jack. It had to go.

Today was a busy day for Reno. Since turning on Jack only a few hours ago, his phone had been ringing nonstop. Blaine had been ringing asking what the hell was going on with the title situation, to which Reno answered with only a single reply. Fuck off. This had put Blaine in a foul mood it seemed, as the remainder of his voicemail messages involved the words “fine”, “asshole” and “kill”. Reno liked to think just using the first two words and imagine that all Blaine was phoning for was to tell him he had a fine asshole. Again, he smiled. The weather outside was soothing. Not blisteringly hot, but enough of a breeze to take the edge off the day. Again, he smiled.

His first port of call for the day was somewhere special. He’d been meaning to do this for some time now, and given the sudden turn of events in his life he felt it important now to do exactly this. It just so happened he was in the right city to go there, if not it’d have been a long and uncomfortable drive for him. Regardless, he would have made the journey. He knew the route well; the all too familiar sightings on the way put a warm feeling in his stomach and reminded him of days when he would do this journey four or five times, depending on his mood. Driving past an untouched piece of graffiti reading “How does it feel?”, an homage to the famous Dylan song, Reno thought to himself that yes, it felt quite good Bob. Life felt good for a change because he was in control of his actions, and that made him feel empowered. Gripping the leather of the steering wheel, he turned into the parking lot and stopped. He was here.

Exiting the car he began the long walk towards his destination. The trees around him were crumbling to the elements of autumn and the ground was strewn with leaves of a plethora of shades of amber. His shoes slid along the floor at various interludes, causing him to correct his balance and walk even more slowly than he would. The area was deathly quiet, not a living soul around. Then, in the distance, he caught sight of his destination. Stopping in his tracks, he just looked at it. It was still the same as it had always been, albeit a bit more weathered. Reno realised he hadn’t visited in about a year, and this feeling of guilt swept over him, before he pushed it out with his new feeling of empowerment.

Walking up to her, he stopped. He hadn’t seen her in a while. It began to turn cold.

“Look, I know I haven’t been here in a while,” Reno began, not making any eye contact. “But, I’ve been busy. I’ve been busy with, you know, wrestling, and stuff. It’s not my fault. I meant to come but I’ve just been side tracked. How are you anyway? I’ve finally done it, by the way. You know, that thing I told you about. Or did I? I can’t remember. Anyway, you know how I wanted to kick Erickson to the curb, well, yeah, I did it. It’s done. I’ve finally moved on with my life, with my career, it’s fucking beautiful. Seriously, it’s amazing. So, yeah, how are you.”

Reno began to look around at the scenery. The mixture of grey and greens around him clashed with one another, creating a sense of irony about the landscape. How could a place so beautiful contain such depressing features?

“So, actually, that’s why I’m here. You see, I’ve been thinking, what with my new outlook on life and shit, and getting rid of Jack, I thought it’d probably be good if, you know, we kinda stopped all this and, you know, moved on, what do you think?”

A silence fell over the landscape, almost eerily. The wind howling through the trees pierced Reno’s ears, in such a way that he turned to see where the noise was coming from, losing his train of thought.

“No? You don’t agree? Why not. I mean, come on, this is stupid. I come here all the time and you never say anything back. All you do is lay there, just listening to me talk, and all I did is spout off about how I miss you and need you. Well, you know what, for once I’ve realised that I don’t need you. I don’t need this. I’m a grown man. I’m a fucking wrestler. I have a life. A job. I have everything now, everything I had before you came along and now I’m happy again. So yeah, I’m not here to ask you, I’m here to tell you, this is it. I’m done. It’s over.”

Again, silence fell.

“Answer me! For the love of God answer me!”

Reno dropped to his knees, thumping at the ground below him, visibly frustrated and upset with the one way conversation.

“You’re never going to answer, are you? This is stupid, actually stupid. That’s it. I’m done. Enjoy your… whatever this is. Say hey to your mum when she drops by to change the flowers. This is my life now, mine. All mine. I don’t have to answer to you, I don’t have to answer to anybody. Coming to talk to you week after week is stupid, it’s fucking stupid.”

With that, Reno rose to his feet. He gazed down at the ground; the mass of grey tombstones around him starred back at him with contempt for his actions. Leaving one of their own gave them a menacing look which Reno hadn’t noticed before. They all stared back at him, judging him.

“Don’t fucking judge me!”

But they did. They all sat there, watching him as he abandoned his fiancé in the hole he put her in. He looked down at her tombstone before touching it with his hand and smiling, but in a way that didn’t convey happiness, a way that portrayed him as arrogant.

“This is my life,” he whispered to himself, not looking back at the blank stones starring back at him.

This was the deed he needed to do. By doing this, he could finally move on with his new arrogant, self-involved lifestyle which he’d so desperately craved. This was who he was, and whilst Gemma had changed him for so many years, it was still waiting to creep back into his life. Now it had and he was happy. He was who he was again. Thantos would be proud, Reno thought to himself. Zipping up his jacket, he began to walk back to his car, setting himself up for his second deed of the day. This deed was perhaps more important than the first as it involved him directly. It was now time to begin the first chapter of the rest of his career, and he loved that thought. Walking to the car, he could feel the blank stones burrowing into the back of his head as they watched him leave. They screamed at him for his arrogance, they wanted him to turn back and face them, but he didn’t. He’d closed this chapter of his life, and he couldn’t care less anymore.

The sun was slowly setting in the day, but Reno had another task to undertake. Since turning his back on Erickson, he’d felt uplifted, like he could do whatever he wanted to. What a way to start his new lifestyle too than by being thrown into a 6 pack challenge match, his first big chance at moving up the NEW ladder. This was his time to shine, and he thrived on the challenge. And what better way to begin his new NEW career than by getting rid of all the frustration, the pent up hostility he held for certain things in the company. Doing so brought him to one solution: picking up his phone.

The wrestling world focused on one specific talk show, well, that Reno knew of. Anton Anthony took a 3 hour wrestling focused talk show on Sirius radio every day, and this would be the first port of call for any would-be fan to hear the latest news and gossip; a perfect opportunity for Reno to shed some inhibitions in front of an audience.

“Right,” Anton burst out onto the airwaves. “You are listening to the Anton Anthony show, I’m joined by Justin and Gabby, say hello guys.”

“Hello,” Justin and Gabby spoke in unison.

“Wow, breathtaking,” the three burst into laughter. “Okay the time is, what’s the time, oh it’s just gone five sixteen and ladies and gentlemen, we are proud and privileged to have a very special guest on the show. Now, guys, I’m sure you saw it. Fear Itself was on Sunday, did you catch it?”

“Oh yeah,” began Justin. “Solid show, solid stuff indeed.”

“Well, most of it,” Gabby butted in. “Too much Helmsley I thought, that guy’s like a damn poster boy. He’s on everything for that company.”

“Yeah, regardless of your views it was a solid enough show,” interrupted Anton. “One area which I thought particularly good was the tension and ultimately the turn of Reno Taylor on Jack Erickson, you guys see that?”

“Yeah, I saw it. Good move by Taylor, smart move indeed. And now he’s thrust into the title picture because of it,” spoke Justin.

“And here tonight we have none other than Reno Taylor! He’s on the phone right now, Reno good to hear from ya, how’s things?”

A silence fell over the airwaves as Reno took a deep breath and thought about what he wanted to say.

“Anton, I’m not here for chit chat, let’s just cut to the chase shall we?” Reno broke across the conversation.

“…alright then. So, you turned on Jack Erickson at the show.”

“You bet your sweet as I did. I finally dropped that useless sack of shit to the side and it feels so good Anton it’s unreal. You know when you have a pathetic leech of a girlfriend just hanging on to you all the god damn time and you have to take her everywhere with you? Sure, she looks good and adds a bit of style to the duo, but that’s all she does, that’s what Jack was. He was a God damn fake gold chain. He looked nice, but he had no substance. All he was was a useless sack of crap you constantly cost us every damn opportunity.”

The three talk show hosts sat and looked at one another through the glass. Gabby rolled her eyes at Anton, who slouched back into his chair, visibly bored with the monologue Reno was spouting off.

“Okay Reno,” interrupted Anton. “But you yourself did enough stupid things for the team, like, oh I don’t know, throwing the CWC title match. What about that?”

“Oh yeah sure, bring that up. Who gives a damn about the CWC? Nobody cares about their rankings and no one even knows who runs the bloody place. Outkast is always at the top of the rankings, that shows you what a waste of space that place is. I threw those titles for the good of, well, of me. I don’t want to be associated with those crappy pieces of gold. So yeah, I threw the titles. Sue me.”

Again, the three rolled their eyes at one another. Justin got up out of his chair and signalled to go get a drink, which the two thanked him for.

“Okay, fair enough. So, Reno, you turned on Erickson, that’s fair enough, but is that it between you two?”

“Yes. I have bigger things to worry about than him. I’ve moved on. I’m in a world title qualifying match for Christ sake.

“Reno, please try to keep the swearing down, this is a radio show,” Anton interrupted.

“Oh fuck you, I’m doing you a favour by appearing on this show. Listen, let me just wrap this crap up because you’re boring me. Listen, I’ve got a match with, umm, that guy, the Starr guy, yeah him. I’ve got a qualifying match with him for the World Title 6 Pack Challenge. I just want to publicise just how great my performance is going to be in that match. I mean, seriously, I’m a changed man. I’ve got no baggage to hold me down, nothing to worry about. I can just wrestle. And I’m going to do that. I’m going to wrestle. I’m going to outwrestle Starr, who for some unknown reason is away due to a runny nose or something I heard. But yeah, if he shows, I’m going to outwrestle him because that’s what I do now. So you can sit there in your little booth and talk about me and roll your eyes at what I say but who gives a shit? I speak exactly the same thing that Outkast used to talk about but now everyone loves Outkast because he says it how it is. So yeah, I’m gonna try that because apparently when you turn on your partner of 8 months people take a little bit umbrage with that for some reason. Maybe I’ll walk into that ring and give Starr a hug and a tissue to help him with his cold. Shall I do that? Don’t answer that, because I don’t want your views. If people don’t like how I am now then they can go and fuck themselves, because I—“

“Okay, and that’s all the time we have for Reno Taylor. It is now five thirty five, coming up we discuss “Is Jimmy Helmsley actually gay” along with the upcoming show cards sponsored by CWC. We’ll be right back.

The bastards hung up on Reno. Clearly not everyone liked his new persona, but he didn’t care. He just needed to find a new way to get it across to people. Maybe he should give that Twitter lark a go. Still, a productive day nonetheless.

I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself. - Mike Tyson.

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