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My Expectations
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Topic Started: May 31 2012, 07:54 PM (66 Views)
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Jimmy Helmsley
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May 31 2012, 07:54 PM
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May 28, 2012 San Francisco, CA
I have been on the move for the past twelve hours since NewTV 45 went off the air. I got into an argument with the general manager, Jihad, about me not being involved in the triple threat match between James Stall, Romeo Stylez, and Outkast. If anyone deserved to compete for a championship, then it should be me. Jihad apparently didn’t see it that way.
It wasn’t until I got off the plane in Atlanta where I found out that Jihad had placed me in the match, but not as a competitor, but as a referee. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s doing all of this to spite me. He knew that this wouldn’t go over well with me and that’s exactly why all of this is happening.
With the announcement that I’m the referee, I was hoping I could use this to take out Outkast once and for all, but of course, Jihad thought about that. He made a ruling that if I didn’t call the match down the middle, then I would be banned from the London Brawl. It’s like there is a conspiracy against me in this company. I wasn’t going to let Jihad get away with this, so I decided to go above him.
San Francisco is the home of New Era Wrestling owner, Travis Blaine. Since Nikki Blaine got hurt, he hadn’t been on the road with the company as much. If anyone could see the injustice against me, it was him. Travis and I have more history with one another than anyone else in this company. I have hated him and he has hated me, yet we have worked everything out and become acquaintances again.
I got out of the cab and stood in front of his house. One would believe that Travis would own a huge mansion considering that he owns one of the greatest wrestling companies in the world, but truth be told, he lived the ordinary life when it came to houses. It was your typical two-story brick building with a big yard. Travis once told me that he lived right down the road from his brother, which means, he lived right down the road from Nikki.
When I reached the door, I begin knocking. After a few knocks, the door opened and Travis stood in front of me. I hadn’t seen him in over two weeks since he told me to leave the hospital room of his niece. That was also the night Travis started laying low and let Jihad handle more of the decision-making, a terrible decision on his part. Travis didn’t bother asking why I was in front of his house, he just moved to the side allowing me inside.
Jimmy Helmsley: Do you know why I’m here?
Travis Blaine: I’m guessing it’s not because of the new shampoo I just bought?
I ignored his sarcasm and walked into his living room. I made myself comfortable sitting on his couch.
Jimmy Helmsley: You have an power hungry general manager running around your company.
Travis Blaine: So just so I’m clear, it’s a no on the shampoo?
I shrugged as he laughed, enjoying his own jokes.
Jimmy Helmsley: I know that you heard what he did to me.
Travis Blaine: From what I hear, you asked to be included in the match, so he included you. What’s the problem?
Jimmy Helmsley: Do I look like a referee, Travis? Do I walk out to the ring in striped shirts looking like a rejected zebra?
I paused waiting for a response, but I never got one. There was an awkward silence in the room. Blaine finally decided to speak up.
Travis Blaine: I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to say no. It’s hard to win with you, Jimmy.
Jimmy Helmsley: I am the 2011 winner of the London Brawl. I am a former two-time New Era Wrestling world champion. I deserve better than this. I deserve better than being a referee. You need to fix Jihad’s mistake. Otherwise, the landscape of this company is soon going to change.
Travis Blaine: You’re just mad because of the ruling that he made. You want to screw Outkast and you can’t do it now without losing your spot in the brawl.
I started getting angry at the mention of Outkast name. I am sick and tired of Outkast. He’s fucking everywhere.
Jimmy Helmsley: What is it about Outkast? Why does every one seem to think he is such a saint? Travis, you of all people, I would think you would think less of Outkast.
Travis Blaine: Why? Because of what happen to Nikki?
Jimmy Helmsley: He ducked out of a sledgehammer shot and let your poor, innocent niece take a blunt shot to the skull. He could have possibly ended her career and you sit there like he’s done no wrong.
Travis Blaine: Nikki’s a grown woman. She knew what she was getting into when she signed a contract. Besides, she’s already forgiven Outkast. That’s good enough for me.
Jimmy Helmsley: Think about the justice that could be served if you allow me to referee the match as I see fit? I could make Outkast pay for what he did to Nikki.
Travis Blaine: I’m not changing the ruling. Jihad made his decision, so I’m going to honor it. Besides, as the CO-winner of last year’s brawl, you have a reputation to live up too this year. Why worry about costing people matches when you could be preparing to earn another possible title shot?
I wanted to punch him across the face at the mention of me being the co-winner of last year’s brawl. I don’t consider Outkast a winner of that match. His feet obviously touched first.
Jimmy Helmsley: I think my history speaks for itself. I was the number one entrant in the inaugural brawl and lasted until the final seconds of the match. I lived up to the expectations the following year by winning the damn thing. What’s stopping me from repeating history?
Travis Blaine: I think I just asked you that. Who’s going to stop you?
Jimmy Helmsley: That’s what you should be asking your superstars. Who has the talent to stop me from becoming the next world champion?
Travis Blaine: You know Chris Rollz is coming back? He’s had your number most of your career.
I started laughing at the mention of Rollz’s name. I didn’t even know he still existed.
Jimmy Helmsley: The last time that Chris Rollz was relevant was because I made him famous. He wasn’t anyone that mattered until he stepped in the ring with me. Besides, the last time he and I shared a ring together, I rammed a chair into his skull.
Travis Blaine: In this business, we call that motivation.
I shrugged off anymore mention of Rollz. He wasn’t worth my time, not anymore.
Travis Blaine: You’re underestimating the talent in this company. You never did that in the past.
Jimmy Helmsley: In the past? When people actually respected me? That time when people actually gave a damn about my well-being?
Travis shook his head, not understanding what I was saying apparently.
Jimmy Helmsley: Who am I underestimating, Travis? This match is full of people who aren’t focused enough on the prize at hand. Seriously, let’s look at a few of them. Romeo and Outkast are too busy focusing on getting in your nieces pants to care about winning the brawl. Misty and the rest of the superfriends are either worrying about Nikki getting better or Riot not hitting rock bottom again.
Let’s not forget about Disturbed. Does anyone really think that he has a legitimate chance of winning this? He’s just a giant figure in the match to scare people. He’s never been anything special nor will he ever be anyone people consider a threat. I could say the same thing about Matt Starr. Who the fuck sends in an email to your opponent and thinks that will get over? And please, don’t even get me started about Xavier Magnus. Who knows if he’ll even be employed by the time the brawl kicks off?
Travis Blaine: Are you finished?
Jimmy Helmsley: Do you want me to be?
He nods his head in approval.
Travis Blaine: I’m actually on my way to New York. I have some business to take care of relating to your friend.
I wondered what that business might be as he started to walk off when the sliding door opened up and from the back yard entered his niece, Nikki Blaine. She looked a lot better from the last time I had seen her in the hospital bed.
Nikki Blaine: Is there a New Era show in San Francisco or something?
She smirked as Travis laughed, leaving me with no idea as to why she’s talking about.
Jimmy Helmsley: I dropped by to give your uncle some tips on running his company. I want accidents prevented as like what happen to you.
Nikki Blaine: I’m sure you do. I guess I walked in a few minutes late, otherwise, I would have caught the moaning and bitching about the referee angle, uh?
I didn’t say a word before Travis headed to the door.
Travis Blaine: As much as I’d like to sit down and watch this little encounter, business won’t solve itself. Jimmy, I think it’s time for you to go.
It wasn’t the time for arguments. I had other business to take care of myself, so I’ll leave all this alone. I turned around and looked at Nikki as I was heading to the door.
Jimmy Helmsley: It must suck to be left out of the brawl because of something Outkast did, uh Nikki? The guy you admire so much shattered your dreams of possibly becoming the world champion? If you ask me, that’s a definition of a great guy if you ask me.
I walked past Travis and smirked before saying one last thing.
Jimmy Helmsley: Oh yeah Nikki, James wanted me to tell you hello.
With that statement, Travis started pushing me out of the door. He stayed inside to check and see if Nikki were ok after my statements. I fixed my collar on my shirt and proceeded to walk down the street as I look for a cab to take back to the airport. I don’t care what Travis says about the brawl. I’m not underestimating anyone. I call everything as I see it, and right now, I don’t see anything that’s going to prevent me from repeating history.
May 19, 2012 Boston, MA
The door to the bar had been opened as the officers begin allowing a few civilians to enter to seem as if everything is normal. It was probably half civilians and the other half were officers in street clothes. They were planted to grab Bombtrack as soon as I gave the signal.
Brooke Cooper: Alright Jimmy, I’m heading to the back. Good luck, this chaos ends today.
Brooke and I separated as she followed a few officers to the back to begin watching the cameras they installed. I made my way to one of the tables and took a seat. Bombtrack should be here soon and everything needs to seem as normal as possible. While he might be psychotic, he was also one of the smartest men I’ve ever encountered. He can’t be allowed to see through this meeting.
A women screamed and a few of the undercover’s stood up from their chairs, but I motioned them to sit down. It wasn’t Bombtrack. It wasn’t any danger at all. Standing at the door was Mongo, who had a small backpack on his back, looking as helpless as ever. What the hell was he doing here?
Jimmy Helmsley: Perfect.[/b]
I looked down at my watch and rushed over to where he was standing.
Jimmy Helmsley: What are you doing here? I didn’t order for you to be here today.
Mongo grabbed his backpack and begin rumbling through it. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me. I straightened the paper out and it was a note from MPG.
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“Hey champ, I figured you’d need all the backup you can handle today, so Mongo is here to help. Just give him an order and it’ll be done.” MPG
I crumpled the note back up and threw it on the floor. Mongo wasn’t even standing in front of me anymore. He was over at the jukebox staring. I almost pulled out my phone and called MPG, giving him a piece of my mind, but I didn’t have the time to do it. Mongo would have to stay and act as if he belonged. I dragged him over to the table I had been sitting at and put him in the chair.
Jimmy Helmsley: Just sit here and act normal. Can you handle that?
The only response given was a motion of a nod. He pulled out a coloring book and begin coloring while I sat there in shock of what I was seeing.
Jimmy Helmsley: While I have you here, I want to talk about the London Brawl and your duties in the match. As you know, I have an obligation as last year’s winner to stand out and prove why I won the match last year. While I have no problem doing that, it’s your job to ensure that I look even better than last year. There are going to be people in this match that aren’t going to enjoy seeing me win again. These people are going to do whatever it takes to eliminate me from the match, ensuring that I don’t get another championship match, something that I deserve more than anyone else in this company.
I snapped my fingers in front of his face, blocking his coloring views.
Jimmy Helmsley: I need you to pay attention Mongo, this is where you come into play. All of those bad people that want me thrown out of the match, it’s going to be your job to protect me and throw all those people out of the match for me. I don’t want you to be worrying about your own problems with Wildebeest and the Good Doctor because those are problems that nobody cares about.
This match is about me claiming what’s rightfully mine. You were hired to do a job, and honestly, you haven’t been doing that good a job about it. You made a joke of yourself in the championship battle royal and weren’t even able to help me succeed. We can’t allow that to happen this time, are we clear? Mongo? Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
He slowly nodded his head, wanting to go back to coloring. I ripped off the page that he was coloring and threw it across the table.
Jimmy Helmsley: Pay attention to me! This is important! You can freakin color later.
He just stood there with no emotion, reaching out to grab the page that I took from his book.
Jimmy Helmsley: This is the most important task that you will ever have in your career. I am trying to make you understand that. The London Brawl is all about me and I’m giving you the honor of being included in my celebration when I win the match for the second year in a row. There isn’t going to be anyone that stops me.
Diamonds in the Club aren’t a threat anymore. Kidd Love lost all of his heat when he returned, thus turning into the people’s bitch. Don’t even get me started about the superstars from other companies invading this match. They’re just going to get an up and close visit on what a real winner looks like after I win the brawl.
Do you know why all this will be possible, Mongo? You. With you at my side, watching my back, we can do anything together. I have a lot of faith in you, and to show that, I will personally take care of the Good Doctor and the Wildebeest in this match. I will ensure that they don’t give you any trouble, because you know what, that’s what friends do for each other.
Mongo leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. I knew this dude had a lot of emotion in him, but I never expected this. After the hug, he went back to coloring and I noticed that one of the undercover officers was talking into his headset. Something must be going down. Bombtrack must be here.
I looked over at the door and a muscular looking man entered the bar with a hat covering most of his face. He looked around the bar, maybe looking for me, but nobody could get a view of his face. He begins rumbling his hands through his pockets, something that I’ve seen from movies, always entices the officers, and that’s when I knew.
Officer: Let’s move in on him!
All of the clothed officers stood from their chairs and went after the man. I tried to stand up and stop them, but it was too late, they tackled the man. Brooke came out from behind the back and walked towards the hooded man. She leaned down and grabbed his hat. I could hear her sigh from where I was standing. They pulled the man off of his feet as they begin questioning him for a few seconds. Brooke shook her head a few times before telling the officers to take him to the police station. She headed my direction.
Jimmy Helmsley: It isn’t him is it?
Brooke Cooper: Nope, it was a plant. Bombtrack must have seen this coming.
Jimmy Helmsley: There’s no way he knew about this.
Brooke Cooper: The guy told me that someone matching Bombtrack’s description approached him and paid him $1,000 to dress up like that and to be here at 3:00. It was a test.
Jimmy Helmsley: And we failed… son of a bitch!
Brooke Cooper: I’m heading down to the station to do some more questioning. Need a lift?
Jimmy Helmsley: I’ll meet you there. I have to take care of Mongo first.
She left the bar as I turned around to grab Mongo from the table, but he was gone and it bag of goodies was gone too. What the hell? I walked to the bathrooms and checked them, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. As I made my way back into the back, I was met by one of the officers.
Officer: Jimmy, this was found outside for you.
He handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and there were a few lines of text, but one bolded phrase, more like a riddle. What begins and ends with the letter "E" and contains one letter? After that, all it said was that the answer lies within.
I tried figuring out what kind of joke Bombtrack was playing, but I had no idea what any of it meant. The answer lies within… As I exited the bar, only the remnants of a song could be heard.
"Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand-alone. I hear you call my name. And it feels like home."
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