Post by Spencer Adams on Aug 8, 2023 14:47:11 GMT -5
Mia: Two matches in a weekend. You’re actually insane.
Spencer: Three counting PWV, actually.
Mia: The latter still stands.
Spencer: You know, it’s funny..to think that a few months back, I actually know your name.
What now, Spence?
She seems sweet.
You’re not real.
Okay, ouch.
This isn’t real.
Selfishly, I’d love to be here with you. Maybe not in that way, but just to fucking shake you. Lord knows you need it.
I’m navigating the best I can, Adi.
Shit, Spence, we all are. Have you stopped to think about the end result though?
What do you mean?
What’s your happily ever after? Do you even want to be comfortable at this point or would you rather keep throwing yourself into situations that leave you compromised until our kids have their father in a wheelchair…or worse?
I’m doing it for-
For me? For the family? Good God, babe. If this is still about Robbie-
Careful.
They’re gone, Spencer. You have this here. You have kids of your own.
I know that.
When are you going to stop playing Superman and settle for Spencer?
Ad-
What about her? Does this one feel serious for you? Serious enough to reevaluate and work like a normal fucking person..or are you gonna go until she has to go too?
Shut up. Shut up. Shut the FUCK UP!
Mia: Spence.
Mia: Bad dream?
Spencer: Kaiyah!
Kaiyah: How you been, Spence?
Spencer: As good as anybody, I suppose.
Kaiyah: I will give you a bit of a heads up. CJ’s been…pretty hyperfocused.
Spencer: Oh?
Kaiyah: Well, you know how it is for you guys. He’s taken the comeback trail pretty seriously. Actually, it might good for him to see you right now. Maybe he’d consider letting up on himself a little.
Spencer: I get it.
Kaiyah: Never did catch what brings you here, actually.
Spencer: Well..
Kaiyah: Actually, forgot that I asked.
Spencer: CJ!
Spencer: Ceej!
CJ: Spence.
Spencer: It’s been too long, brother.
CJ: You’re right..
Spencer: It’s good, right?
CJ: Yeah..
Spencer: You sure?
CJ: I hope so. I just…it’s been hard, Spence.
Spencer: I can imagine.
CJ: I want back. Doctor says I’m good, but getting past the mental part is just..it’s tough…and I know I need to get over that hump, but I don’t know how. Truth be told, I’m not sure I even know what that looks like.
Spencer: What about King Shit?
CJ: What do you mean?
Spencer: It’s not easy out here, man. When you take that step out and you venture, you get a few more targets on the back and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need help.
CJ: What about ring rust? What if I were to hold you back?
Spencer: Never.
CJ: I don’t know, Spence..
Spencer: Ally and Alice have been on my ass. I know where this is going and I know I need someone by my side here. If there’s any chance of getting you back out there alongside me, I’ll do what I can to make that come to fruition.
CJ: Spence?
Spencer: Yeah?
CJ: I’m gonna need your help, too.
Spencer: Of course.
It’s funny how messy things can get, isn’t it? Sometimes I wonder why people take the route they do, why they go for extra obstacles and complicate things for themselves beyond what they’d ever need to. After all, it’s not like it’s hard to find your way to stages like this so long as you have the talent and the means to do so. Hell, I just showed up and said what I was here for and contract or no contract, I became a pillar through intent and determination and anybody who’s wanted the smoke has only ever had to ask.
Don’t worry, I’m not acting from a place of playing the victim, but just pure confusion. Why infiltrate Spencer Adams’ rank and life in an attempt to damage viability and livelihood when you’ve seen others before you fire off similar attacks without the bells and whistles? I can get a little flair and showmanship. Shit, that’s been my bread and butter for a decade, but clearly my existence has struck a nerve with you and led you to ACME villain cosplaying and trying your hand where so many others before you have tried and failed.
If I’m keeping it a buck, envy looks particularly gross on the two of you. You take offense at the status and respect I’ve accumulated in this industry just by fighting tooth and nail to gain it while your own ventures have even yielded decent results respectively. You’ve both been world champions, both cemented your names and reputations as fierce and formidable, so what is it that’s brought us to this point? What separates Spencer Adams from Alice Gemini or Ally Calaway?
I can understand the inescapable feeling of it being you against the world. Trust me. As someone bent over the barrel and screwed at every chance that front office oldheads have had, I get that, but that’s not the case here. What you’ve done is come into WGWF wearing entitlement on your sleeves like it were a pair of matching Henna tattoos. You waltzed your happy asses into a space where I’ve planted a flag and decided that I didn’t deserve it and you had the gall to try to pull one over on me and my people and to that I must say..
Maybe it’s the consistency versus the lack of it that bred jealousy, though. Maybe it’s you two struggling to swallow the pill and come to terms with the fact that for as much as you’ve flourished, you’ve also floundered. Ally, you’ve got places like PWS and OCW while Alice has CU:LT to hang her hat on. Though as a commonality, you both underperformed in the house I built and that’s where I started to put the pieces together and all those head scratcher questions I had started to sorta answer themselves.
I was a force in AW just as I’ve been a force in spaces like here or like OCW and that’s what is grinding gears here, isn’t it? I can succeed both where you do and where you don’t and I do so without grand conspiracy and even in spite of it. For you, Ally, I’m a harsh reminder of where you’ve played the Toadie and fell flat on your scrunched fucking face instead of being Scut Farkus. This moment here? You’re still the same fucking person behind Alice. You were the imp masquerading as something more genuine when we faced off in trios and now, I’m the hand against your forehead holding you back as you take flailing childlike swings.
For you, Alice, I’m executing your mission statement and you know that I’m doing it better than you ever have or will, because it comes from a place of actual care. I’m the stubborn anti-crook you only pretend to be through flash fashion and performative hoorah shit. When I say fuck the man, the man listens and the door opens for others to do the same and instead of a nod or acknowledgement, I get Alice Gemini spitting in my grill as a response, because she didn’t think of it first..because people like Casanova English still hold major equity over her person.
The thing that brings you together is little more than ugliness and the fact that misery and company have the hots for one another and while you were right to assume my in-house options are limited as I continue to break the “new guy” image, I still have brothers and sisters who I can call on to have my back. Not because there’s something to gain here for me, because trust me, there’s not. It’s because while you both say the word “friend” with forked tongues, I’ve done so side by side with heart laid out on the table. Vulnerable, maybe, but I’d have it no other way.
People want to prod the bear up until the point that they realize they’ve prodded the bear. You made me dip into the bag and in doing so, you brought not just Badmon here to whoop your asses, you got under the skin of The Luminary as well. You’ve brought King Shit to WGWF and that’s worth a little worry. We ran roughshod over the AW tag division a year ago, put away the owner of this company together, and fought like it was war every step of our partnership. Now that YOU made this personal, just ask yourselves..
Spencer: Three counting PWV, actually.
Mia: The latter still stands.
Over the last handful of weeks, her presence had become something of a comfort, a way to forget about what I’d let life become outside of the business. Mia Hill presented herself in the form of pure impulse and raw lust, something I’d found myself reciprocating in a weaker moment, but had managed to help with weathering the storm.
While laying next to one another, I found myself drifting in and out some, likely due to the self imposed travel schedule that came with taking up the role of far traveling freelancer. Seeing as she was there on the road with me along with the supporters, I knew I wasn’t alone in narcolepsy tourism.
My eyes crept open hesitantly as I felt a swell in my throat. Mia’s voice was replaced with another familiar tone and I found myself face to face with Adilene.
You’re not real.
Okay, ouch.
This isn’t real.
Selfishly, I’d love to be here with you. Maybe not in that way, but just to fucking shake you. Lord knows you need it.
I’m navigating the best I can, Adi.
Shit, Spence, we all are. Have you stopped to think about the end result though?
What do you mean?
What’s your happily ever after? Do you even want to be comfortable at this point or would you rather keep throwing yourself into situations that leave you compromised until our kids have their father in a wheelchair…or worse?
I’m doing it for-
For me? For the family? Good God, babe. If this is still about Robbie-
Careful.
They’re gone, Spencer. You have this here. You have kids of your own.
I know that.
When are you going to stop playing Superman and settle for Spencer?
Ad-
What about her? Does this one feel serious for you? Serious enough to reevaluate and work like a normal fucking person..or are you gonna go until she has to go too?
Shut up. Shut up. Shut the FUCK UP!
Mia: Spence.
Eyelids pop open for real this time as I’m greeted by the curl of her lips.
Without a second thought, I lean in and press my mouth against hers, savoring taste and closing my eyes once more. Not to block out her image, but to reassure myself that she’d still be there when they opened again.
The well kept exterior of CJ’s home was a welcome sight as I found myself anxious to reunite. Though it had been some time since the last time we found ourselves waging war alongside one another, our chemistry while teaming with one another still felt fresh on the mind. With a finger pressed against the surface of the doorbell, I took a step back with an eager grin and a foot tapping in anticipation against the concrete entrance to the front door.
Kaiyah: How you been, Spence?
Spencer: As good as anybody, I suppose.
With a friendly embrace inside, the door is swung shut and CJ’s better half ushers me towards the basement door.
Spencer: Oh?
Kaiyah: Well, you know how it is for you guys. He’s taken the comeback trail pretty seriously. Actually, it might good for him to see you right now. Maybe he’d consider letting up on himself a little.
Spencer: I get it.
Kaiyah: Never did catch what brings you here, actually.
Spencer: Well..
Kaiyah: Actually, forgot that I asked.
With a nod and a friendly smile, I grabbed for the knob and pulled the door to the basement stairs open.
Halfway down the set, I found myself greeted by the sound of worn down grunting and metal clanging. With each descending stair, Chase’s exertion became increasingly apparent.
As I got to the bottom and rounded the corner into the center of CJ’s home gym, I found myself eye to eye with the other half of King Shit.
His tone lacked the same level of high energy as my own, but as we came on equal footing, CJ pulled me in with an audible unease.
CJ: You’re right..
I glanced down, taking a more thorough scan and noting the surgical scar along his ankle as he plopped down against a bench and took a generous amount of time to catch his breath.
Spencer: It’s good, right?
CJ: Yeah..
Spencer: You sure?
CJ: I hope so. I just…it’s been hard, Spence.
Spencer: I can imagine.
CJ: I want back. Doctor says I’m good, but getting past the mental part is just..it’s tough…and I know I need to get over that hump, but I don’t know how. Truth be told, I’m not sure I even know what that looks like.
Spencer: What about King Shit?
CJ: What do you mean?
Spencer: It’s not easy out here, man. When you take that step out and you venture, you get a few more targets on the back and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need help.
He looks down towards his ankle and back up towards me.
Spencer: Never.
CJ: I don’t know, Spence..
Spencer: Ally and Alice have been on my ass. I know where this is going and I know I need someone by my side here. If there’s any chance of getting you back out there alongside me, I’ll do what I can to make that come to fruition.
Thought not physically tender or sensitive, CJ stands up and fends off an instinctual phantom pain as he makes his way towards a corner of the room and locks onto a pair of ring boots.
CJ: Spence?
Spencer: Yeah?
CJ: I’m gonna need your help, too.
Spencer: Of course.
“Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain
To a rich n****, you a goddamn lame
To a broke n****, you a goddamn stain”
So why have the two of you done this?
If I’m keeping it a buck, envy looks particularly gross on the two of you. You take offense at the status and respect I’ve accumulated in this industry just by fighting tooth and nail to gain it while your own ventures have even yielded decent results respectively. You’ve both been world champions, both cemented your names and reputations as fierce and formidable, so what is it that’s brought us to this point? What separates Spencer Adams from Alice Gemini or Ally Calaway?
Temperament.
Control.
Composure.
Suck my fucking dick.
Maybe it’s the consistency versus the lack of it that bred jealousy, though. Maybe it’s you two struggling to swallow the pill and come to terms with the fact that for as much as you’ve flourished, you’ve also floundered. Ally, you’ve got places like PWS and OCW while Alice has CU:LT to hang her hat on. Though as a commonality, you both underperformed in the house I built and that’s where I started to put the pieces together and all those head scratcher questions I had started to sorta answer themselves.
I was a force in AW just as I’ve been a force in spaces like here or like OCW and that’s what is grinding gears here, isn’t it? I can succeed both where you do and where you don’t and I do so without grand conspiracy and even in spite of it. For you, Ally, I’m a harsh reminder of where you’ve played the Toadie and fell flat on your scrunched fucking face instead of being Scut Farkus. This moment here? You’re still the same fucking person behind Alice. You were the imp masquerading as something more genuine when we faced off in trios and now, I’m the hand against your forehead holding you back as you take flailing childlike swings.
For you, Alice, I’m executing your mission statement and you know that I’m doing it better than you ever have or will, because it comes from a place of actual care. I’m the stubborn anti-crook you only pretend to be through flash fashion and performative hoorah shit. When I say fuck the man, the man listens and the door opens for others to do the same and instead of a nod or acknowledgement, I get Alice Gemini spitting in my grill as a response, because she didn’t think of it first..because people like Casanova English still hold major equity over her person.
The thing that brings you together is little more than ugliness and the fact that misery and company have the hots for one another and while you were right to assume my in-house options are limited as I continue to break the “new guy” image, I still have brothers and sisters who I can call on to have my back. Not because there’s something to gain here for me, because trust me, there’s not. It’s because while you both say the word “friend” with forked tongues, I’ve done so side by side with heart laid out on the table. Vulnerable, maybe, but I’d have it no other way.
People want to prod the bear up until the point that they realize they’ve prodded the bear. You made me dip into the bag and in doing so, you brought not just Badmon here to whoop your asses, you got under the skin of The Luminary as well. You’ve brought King Shit to WGWF and that’s worth a little worry. We ran roughshod over the AW tag division a year ago, put away the owner of this company together, and fought like it was war every step of our partnership. Now that YOU made this personal, just ask yourselves..
What is it you're expecting?