The Kaine Chronicles v2
Mar 5, 2017 16:17:13 GMT -6
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Post by Damian Kaine on Mar 5, 2017 16:17:13 GMT -6
Chapter 1: Six Degrees of Separation (Dear Alexandra)
01.28.17
Dear Alexandra,
02.09.17
Dear Alexandra,
02.14.17
Dear Alexandra,
02.17.17
Dear Alexandra,
Chapter 2: See You Again
I’ve never seen the farm so solemn. Like, even though everybody was asleep, I could feel the distress radiating. I walked around the two story building for about an hour, letting my two emotional crises mix the tears that were pouring. Lester was dead. Why the hell did things like this happen to good people? Why! On top of that, the bullshit at the farm hadn’t really subdued. Bishop had only really kinda got himself together. And Karma was nowhere to be found…
Walking along the second story of the old wooden house, I heard a deep, painful sobbing coming from a room. The room that really nobody used, because it was the room that Lester had used for the short time he was here. I walked to the door, and pushed it in a bit. There, sitting on Lester’s bed, was the man who helped make me who I am. Kevin Bishop straightened himself up as soon as he saw me.
Bishop: DK! Hey, man.
As much as he tried to hide it, I knew. I’ve known Bishop for almost a year now. But I didn’t press it. Not much pressing was really needed… He got up, and hugged me. Not a normal, “hey, how ya doin” hug, but one that proves that somebody loves you. As the embrace grew longer and longer, we both let our emotions out. After a good two minutes of sobbing into each other’s shoulders, we let go.
Bishop: Does anybody else know you’re in?
DK: Not yet. They’re all asleep. I can understand why, too. That was a long ass drive, so I think I’m gonna turn in too. And, Kev?
Bishop: Yeah?
DK: Holing yourself up in his bedroom isn’t gonna help.
And, with that, he walked out behind me, and flipped the switch, vacating the room of any illumination. My room was downstair, but I wasn’t ready to see Pomp yet. So I walked out the farmhouse, and into the large barn right outside. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, as quiet as I could. Looking inside, I stopped and stared. I was looking at the wrestling ring. It had only been a month, but God, it felt like ages since I’d been in one. I climbed in, and, with a pillow and a few blankets that I grabbed from inside, I crashed in the ring.
The next morning was bitter sweet. I was awoken by Zander Hobbs, who had come to see why the barn door was open. The thing about Zander was that he is.... rambunctious. And Very, Very Loud.
Zander: DAMIAN!!
My eyes shot open, and I was going to rise to my feet. But not a minute later, I was being lifted from the canvas and locked in a bearhug that could rival that of the Mountain.
DK: Okay, big man. *Wince* Put me down!!
Zander dropped me on command, a joker-esque smile lighting up his face from underneath his un-handled beard.
Zander: Does anybody know you’re here?! Oh god! You may have to be the one to snap James out of his phase!
DK: James? That teen that got into that Miley concert? Oh fuck… THAT WAS KIDD?! God Dammit…. Okay. I’ll go talk to him.
I climbed out of the ring, and set off to find the runt of the liter. On the way, I saw Psychopomp, teary-eyed. He was facing the other way, so I walked up behind him, sneakily.
DK: Heya, Pomp.
He almost fell to the dirt, he jumped so bad. He turned to raise his voice at whomever startled him. As soon as his eyes met mine, though, smiled as wide as the morning horizon, and he too hugged me. I smiled a bit too, returning the hug, and chuckling.
DK: Heya, buddy. How’ve you been?
Pomp: Eh. As good as any of us can get with what’s going on.
DK: I know this had to have been tough on you especially. Karma usually helps you get through things…
The mention of Karma’s name turned Pomp’s face to that of stone.
Pomp: Don’t say her name. Not now. Not ever.
And then the tears came back. He hugged me again, sobbing in my shoulder as Bishop had done the previous night. I simply patted him on his back, reassuring him that this would all blow over, whether she was with us or not. As that all settled, I found myself on the path to find James. But I didn’t see him. At least, not until the funeral procession later that day.
It was the moment that I had been dreading since I got in my Charger and took the 11 and a half hour drive from Savannah home. Just knowing that we wouldn’t even get to see his body. Knowing that we wouldn’t get to say goodbye. It killed me inside. Lester was one of the best men I knew. And it was like I was practically motionless as I stood in front of the coffin that was supposed to have his body. I know it’s a tad selfish to say this. But my life couldn’t get any worse now.
Or so I thought.
As I was walking back to my seat, I was stopped by an angelic voice that was as much of a blessing as it was a knife in the heart.
Ally: Damian! Hi…
I turned around to see her face. A picture perfect face I hadn’t seen in person in weeks..
DK: Ally… Hi. Look, I’m sorry about all those let-
Ally: Stop. You know better than to apologize to me. Just.. Can we talk after the service?
DK: Sure…
And that was that. The procession went as planned. All eight of us, the brothers, with Phoenix and FPV included, carried the coffin out to the 5 acre field. We went out and buried him. Or, we buried the coffn, anyway. Though, I did see something weird… As the coffin was being lowered into the dirt, I looked around. Far behind everybody else, up on the porch of the farmhouse.. I saw her. Not Ally. I saw Karma. I broke away from the seated section, drawing the attention of Frank.
FPV: Hey kid! Where you goin’?
I turned back and simply said that I’d be right back, but as soon as I set my eyes back on the farmhouse, she was gone. Was I imagining seeing her? I went back and sat down. I couldn’t stop thinking about Karma. Why did I see her? Why did she leave? Was she even here?
I was snapped out of it by Ally, yet again. I looked around and saw that everybody had gone inside. She looked down at my face, then sat beside me in the chair that Frank had occupied.
Ally: Nobody knows about us, do they?
DK: I haven’t had the time to tell them, Ally. I got here at one in the fucking morning this morning. I slept in the fucking ring. I tried to avoid EVERYBODY because I’M FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!
This all just came out. I didn’t mean it to. I didn’t mean to snap on her. But I did…
DK: I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now. Why the hell God is deciding to fuck me over like he is, But I don’t want them to have any knowledge of it. So excuse me for not telling them that I lost the best thing that ever fucking hapened to me. Excuse me for being in so much pain that I don’t want to talk about it!
She was speechless. Tears started to form under her brown eyes. Without saying anything, she got up and walked to her car. And I let her. I watched as she drove off, the tears welling down my face. She was gone, again.
Chapter 3: Nothing
The rest of the week passed by pretty well. Infinity came and went. We all made our debuts and Kev retained his. I got to get my revenge on that piece of shit Sebastian. It all settled pretty well. Then came the celebration party… After infinity, we all took the drive to Atlanta. I don’t know why Atlanta, but we did. We found ourselves at a bar. (We had to scare the bouncer shitless to let James- sorry. NSK- in.) And we got hammered. Cause why not? We just competed in the biggest matches of our careers. Kevin is now the longest reigning UCI World Heavyweight Champion in history. Nega, Pomp, and I just debuted in the real Greener pastures. Frank had even been there! And we all just sat there. We laughed and smiled. Dion even drove down to join us. We laughed and drank some more, and then, it happened.
We were in the middle of talking about the Golden Ticket matches, and how we would like to have one, when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I picked it up and drunkenly mistyped my password multiple times. I had to wait 30 seconds 3 times before I finally got it. I pulled down my notification bar, and my heart stopped. I stared at the Facebook notification at the top in a mixture of horror and despair.
“Ally Staudt is nearby.”
I had been noticeably silent for some time apparently, as I was brought back to Earth by Dion’s calm voice.
Dion: DK! DAMIAN! You good, bro?
The concern caught me off guard. I looked around at the table at which we sat. Frank and Bish were deep in talk about forming some sort of tag team at some point. Pomp was quietly sipping a margarita, and Nega had wondered off to go whore himself out to some blonde he saw. Dion, he noticed, was the only one focused on him.
DK: Yeah, man. Just…
I looked towards the exit, then back at Dion.
DK: There is something I need to do.
I left the table and bolted for the exit, leaving my phone and my car keys behind. I was running. Not from Dion, or the Brotherhood. I was running to her. I was young, drunk, and in love. So, there I was, running the streets of Atlanta, screaming the name of the girl who broke my heart. How could I be that fucked up?
But I wasn't too drunk. I was thinking perfectly. I knew what I was doing. I know Her!
About twenty minutes into my escapade, a taxi cab pulled up beside me. There were my brothers, all piled into that backseat. They climbed out, one by one, until they were all right next to me on the concrete.
Dion: You left your phone open on the table. I saw the notification. You wanna lie and say you're good again?
Bishop: Don't do that shit, DK!
DK: I never wanted you guys in that shit. Look… Ally left me. A little over a month ago.
NSK (drunkenly): But shews at Lester's fyewnral.
DK: Yeah. I invited her. Because I knew that she was a member of our family. And she is.
Bishop: Damian, you didn't have to do that. We would;be missed her, maybe. but we would have lived.
Dion: I think I know what you need to do, DK. You need some closure.
And with that statement, he handed me my phone.
Dion: Call her.
DK: I’m drunk. What good will that do?
Dion: So what if you’re drunk! Drunken words are sober thoughts. Look, Damian. I know that you’re drunk. But you’ll say those words, and I promise you. She’ll listen, this time, even though they’re slurred.
DK: Did you just quote the Script?
Dion: That’s not important. Just do it!
And I did. I picked up that phone. And I dialed her number. And waited.
Ring, ring.
Ring Ring.
Ring, rin-
Ally (On the other end): Hello?
…
Ally: Damian?
DK: Ally. I love you. I would give anything to still be in your arms. I know I'm not home much. I know that I have my problems. And, Gods above, I know you’re way too good for me.
Ally: Damian-
DK: No! Let me say this please… You’re my everything, Alexandra. Everything I’ve ever wanted, I found it in you.
Ally: Damian I really can’t-
DK: Why the hell can't-
Man (In the background of other end): Baby, come back to bed.
Did I just… Was that..
DK: Ally… Ally who was that…
Ally: Dammit! God Dammit Damian Kaine! GOODBYE!
And the call was over. I took time to observe my surroundings. The boys were standing all around, except for Nega, who was passed out on the sidewalk. Dion looked like he regretted making me call her. Like, he knew it wouldn’t end well. But I wasn’t mad at him. I wasn't mad at anybody. This did exactly what Dion wanted it to do: it possible the closure that I needed.
DK: Thank you. Let's go home, boys.
Chapter 4: The World Turned Upside Down
FADE IN
A black screen is seen. As if a volume dial were slowly being turned up, a mix of male and female voices gradually got louder. There were too many voices to point out who was speaking, but the words were in unison, crystal clear:
Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?
After an abrupt absence of sound, the pulling of a light cord is heard, followed by a lamp’s light illuminating an otherwise darkened room. Directly under the lamp, as if it were a spotlight, “The Prodigy of Pestilence” Damian Kaine sits on a wooden stool.
DK: Who are you?” Damian says, slowly enunciating all three syllables, before continuing on. “These three words have haunted me- Plagued me, if you will- for what seems like an eternity. I would be strutting across the concrete entrance ramp with the plastic belt that Sebastian Reid passed off as a championship, and it meant nothing. I just hate that it took me 6 fucking years to realize that the fans aren’t the ones I need to appease. Where did the pandering get me? Where did the morals and the ethics get me? Three wins? Let’s see who I have under my belt… Adrian Archer- A weak-willed, narcissistic, washed up little punk with the money to have facial reconstruction done every three months. Nothing big. Okay… Adam Young- er. I’m sorry. Dearg Due, and Jay West, whoever the fuck that maybe. A jobber win for me. And then what? Dion, Smarts and I beat Archer and two more nobodies on my last WCF show.”My point here is that UCI is going to be a much better place for me. And I’ve made sure of that.
Damian gives his signature half-smile, but now, it had a more….. deviant feel to it.
DK: UCI is not just my stomping ground. Oh, nononono. I’ve brought my back-up. And we have our King ruling the god-damned company.
Damian pistol his hands over his mouth, faux-gasping.
DK: Oh! You idiots thought that THIS Brotherhood would be the same bumbling band of push-overs that you met in the WCF. Well let me tell you something, you sheep. If you think you’re gonna be seeing the “Oh gee Holly, I’m just gonna let you pin me now” Damian Kaine, you’re going to be sorely disappointed. I’ve got a hit list here in UCI, and I’ve already knocked off Reid. Next, I was gonna go after that DP-loving Freddy Mercury wannabe, Shadowlove. But the Bookers have thrown a bit of a wrench in that plan. I’m stuck in the ring with the Ripoff of the Ripoff, himself, Bolas de Araña.
Damian reaches under a darkened table to the right of him. He pulls out a medium sized binder,
DK: This is a transcript of Bolas’s very first promo here. So let’s see here.. It starts with a voiceover giving your little pre-UCI back story. Now, I’ll tell you something, Bolas. I’ll say the same thing that was said to me when I started saying where I came from before the big leagues. Where ever you came from? It doesn’t fucking matter. You could’ve walked into the UCI from. 173-0 undefeated streak, and get squashed in your first match here. So don't focus on the past. Set your sights on the future… Or. What's left of it, anyway. 'Cause after Monday, You don't; have one anymore..
Damian flips the pages of the transcript, and loses his shit laughing.
DK (Between laughs): You! You had the cajones to say that your opponent’s promo looked like a Viagra commercial? BITCH, your “”promos” look like a Deadpool YouTube Fan film. What, with the immature humour, the “Foul language"” and the 12-year-old level sex jokes? You sound like the sixth graders who just learned a new word. I’m waiting for the day that Andre Holmes rips that Party City mask off your cancerous face and wipes his ass with it.
Damian’s tone turns to that of a more serious one.
DK: So, let me make one thing clear. If you think that I’m NOT going to give it my all. If you thing that I’m not gonna do whatever it takes to win, you’re totally fucked. I have nothing left to lose. I lost my girl. I lost my dad. I lost my brother. I am NOT throwing away my shot. I’ll be walking out of Overload on Monday with you head held high, as i'll be on my way to the main event of Golden Ticket. And I won’t even have to break a sweat. Y’know why?It’s because one good thing came from Lester’s funeral. It made me quite skilled in the arts of burying people.
FADE OUT
01.28.17
Dear Alexandra,
I never knew this would hurt so bad. I’ve read teen books. I’ve seen the romance dramas. Not a single thing has prepared me for this, Ally. I wish there was a way for me to finally understand why you left. I mean, it’s been 12 years. We were together, off and on, for 12 years. You were there for everything, Ally. You were there for the breakdowns. The suicidal thoughts.
Do you remember the day Dad died? Poor little 16 year old Damian. I was torn. I had just lost the only family member I had that really supported me. Rushed from his side as the shrill beep of the monitor pierced the silence. And where did I go? I let my hands be my autopilot, and I ended up on your doorstep. Your mom opened the door, her innocent ignorance shining through her smile and genuine concern when she saw my teary-wet face. Your mother is an amazing woman, Ally. And you inherited that. I remember you walking down the stairs, wondering why my truck was in the driveway. You already knew why I had come, even before I told you. You had known about the fire. You’d known about the accident. So, wordlessly, you came over and sat with me. And hugged me. Your warm embrace was what I needed that day. And what I feel I still need to this day, seven years later.
Y’know, at first I didn’t think it would be this bad. I figured the worst was a broken heart. I guess there is a downside to finding your first love at 12, and staying with her. You never truly get to experience heartbreak. I think we’ve “broken up” like, twice before. Ally, this time is different. I don’t know why, or what it means, but this entire fucking situation feels different. It feels… permanent? I guess that’s the right word to use. It’s like i know you’re not coming back. Not this time. And I guess I’m just gonna have to suck it up and deal with that.
Love (Hopefully)
Damian
02.09.17
Dear Alexandra,
I really miss you. Like, more than Dad. More than wrestling. More than marching band. I have our Spotify playlist on repeat. A wonderful mix of music… some of our favourites. But only one is sticking with me tonight. “Six Degrees of Separation” by The Script. I’m in stage 2, now, Ally. I’ll be walking around this huge ass house, and all of it reminds me of you. Literally, every last thing. I’ll be walking into the laundry room, and I see the dent and the washer that you left when you slipped and caught yourself. The Neforian shirt that still lays in my drawer because of you. Every single item in this house, I associate it with you. I think about you. Jess has come by. Many times, actually. I haven’t had the balls to tell her you left, but I think she knows. I can see the sympathy in her eyes.
She loved you, too. I mean, how could she not? You were the only big sister she ever had. You were the one that would help her torture me. I remember the day that you tricked me into my room, just for her to ambush me from behind and tie me in a chair. Y’all beautified me that day. Haha.. I still have that picture. My hair straightened. My lips black as the night sky. Y’all certainly had fun. And that’s why I never protested. It was fun to me, because you both enjoyed it. She’s going to miss you. So I have to ask… Even if you never return one of these letters. Even if you never text or call back. Leave me, but don’t leave her. I’m about to be back on the road. I’ve chosen to go back into the wrestling business, Ally. I’ll be wrestling for the UCI. Y’know, that promotion that Sebastian and Bishop work for? It’s kinda like the offshoot of WCF. Except so much better. I have a chance at a title shot! UCI’s gonna be having this match coming up at the end of this month. Infinity. A 40 person gauntlet, and the winner gets to face Bishop at the main pay per view! I don’t really know if i want that though…
Wait… Why am I telling you all of this? You don’t care. To you, i’m annoyingly rambling. I’m sorry, Ally. I’m so, so sorry.
Sincerely,
Damian
02.14.17
Dear Alexandra,
Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.
I’m going to miss saying that. Today used to be your favourite day. And you would make it mine. No, not forcefully. Just by your glow. The perfect smile that never goes away. The eyes, sparkling like the stars in the night sky. I would look forward to this day before even my birthday or Christmas.
And now, that’s gone. I don’t even know what to do with myself today. I think… I think I’m gonna see how I manage tonight. If I survive, I’m gonna do our thing, Ally. I’ll be up on the rooftop, watching the sunset. And I’ll look up at the stars. And I’ll find our favourite constellations, and I’ll just look. And think.
There’s so much to think about up there. I’ll probably just remember all of our favourite stories.. Like, the day we met. On the playground in 3rd grade? How could I forget you slinging sand in my face then chasing me around the swings and slides. Or, in 6th grade, when you kissed me for the first time. Heh… You’d been watching Boy Meets World. And you wanted to test out that Topanga method. I remember the mix of emotions I felt when you pushed me against that locker. Then you just pressed your lips against us. God, your kiss… I wish I could still taste the cherry chapstick on your lips.
I’m gonna stop now. You can probably see the tears that fell onto the paper now… I’m sorry Al. I love you. This will probably be the last letter I write.
Yours, always,
Damian
02.17.17
Dear Alexandra,
I don’t know if you’ve heard the news yet. I know I said I wouldn’t write again, but Lester was one of your family, too. The entire Brotherhood considered you one of us.
Lester was killed on Tuesday. It was Karma’s crazy-ass ex that did it. I haven’t headed back up the farmhouse yet. I’m still at home, but I’ll be leaving shortly. Like, soon after I finish this letter up. I’m gonna drop these off at your house. In the mailbox… You know where the farmhouse is. If you even decide to come to the funeral, and you need directions, Call… I promise I won’t start shit. I promise I won’t even talk to you unless you approach me, first. Just… You’re family. To them, and to me. I love you, Ally.
Sincerely,
Damian
Chapter 2: See You Again
I’ve never seen the farm so solemn. Like, even though everybody was asleep, I could feel the distress radiating. I walked around the two story building for about an hour, letting my two emotional crises mix the tears that were pouring. Lester was dead. Why the hell did things like this happen to good people? Why! On top of that, the bullshit at the farm hadn’t really subdued. Bishop had only really kinda got himself together. And Karma was nowhere to be found…
Walking along the second story of the old wooden house, I heard a deep, painful sobbing coming from a room. The room that really nobody used, because it was the room that Lester had used for the short time he was here. I walked to the door, and pushed it in a bit. There, sitting on Lester’s bed, was the man who helped make me who I am. Kevin Bishop straightened himself up as soon as he saw me.
Bishop: DK! Hey, man.
As much as he tried to hide it, I knew. I’ve known Bishop for almost a year now. But I didn’t press it. Not much pressing was really needed… He got up, and hugged me. Not a normal, “hey, how ya doin” hug, but one that proves that somebody loves you. As the embrace grew longer and longer, we both let our emotions out. After a good two minutes of sobbing into each other’s shoulders, we let go.
Bishop: Does anybody else know you’re in?
DK: Not yet. They’re all asleep. I can understand why, too. That was a long ass drive, so I think I’m gonna turn in too. And, Kev?
Bishop: Yeah?
DK: Holing yourself up in his bedroom isn’t gonna help.
And, with that, he walked out behind me, and flipped the switch, vacating the room of any illumination. My room was downstair, but I wasn’t ready to see Pomp yet. So I walked out the farmhouse, and into the large barn right outside. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, as quiet as I could. Looking inside, I stopped and stared. I was looking at the wrestling ring. It had only been a month, but God, it felt like ages since I’d been in one. I climbed in, and, with a pillow and a few blankets that I grabbed from inside, I crashed in the ring.
…
The next morning was bitter sweet. I was awoken by Zander Hobbs, who had come to see why the barn door was open. The thing about Zander was that he is.... rambunctious. And Very, Very Loud.
Zander: DAMIAN!!
My eyes shot open, and I was going to rise to my feet. But not a minute later, I was being lifted from the canvas and locked in a bearhug that could rival that of the Mountain.
DK: Okay, big man. *Wince* Put me down!!
Zander dropped me on command, a joker-esque smile lighting up his face from underneath his un-handled beard.
Zander: Does anybody know you’re here?! Oh god! You may have to be the one to snap James out of his phase!
DK: James? That teen that got into that Miley concert? Oh fuck… THAT WAS KIDD?! God Dammit…. Okay. I’ll go talk to him.
I climbed out of the ring, and set off to find the runt of the liter. On the way, I saw Psychopomp, teary-eyed. He was facing the other way, so I walked up behind him, sneakily.
DK: Heya, Pomp.
He almost fell to the dirt, he jumped so bad. He turned to raise his voice at whomever startled him. As soon as his eyes met mine, though, smiled as wide as the morning horizon, and he too hugged me. I smiled a bit too, returning the hug, and chuckling.
DK: Heya, buddy. How’ve you been?
Pomp: Eh. As good as any of us can get with what’s going on.
DK: I know this had to have been tough on you especially. Karma usually helps you get through things…
The mention of Karma’s name turned Pomp’s face to that of stone.
Pomp: Don’t say her name. Not now. Not ever.
And then the tears came back. He hugged me again, sobbing in my shoulder as Bishop had done the previous night. I simply patted him on his back, reassuring him that this would all blow over, whether she was with us or not. As that all settled, I found myself on the path to find James. But I didn’t see him. At least, not until the funeral procession later that day.
It was the moment that I had been dreading since I got in my Charger and took the 11 and a half hour drive from Savannah home. Just knowing that we wouldn’t even get to see his body. Knowing that we wouldn’t get to say goodbye. It killed me inside. Lester was one of the best men I knew. And it was like I was practically motionless as I stood in front of the coffin that was supposed to have his body. I know it’s a tad selfish to say this. But my life couldn’t get any worse now.
Or so I thought.
As I was walking back to my seat, I was stopped by an angelic voice that was as much of a blessing as it was a knife in the heart.
Ally: Damian! Hi…
I turned around to see her face. A picture perfect face I hadn’t seen in person in weeks..
DK: Ally… Hi. Look, I’m sorry about all those let-
Ally: Stop. You know better than to apologize to me. Just.. Can we talk after the service?
DK: Sure…
And that was that. The procession went as planned. All eight of us, the brothers, with Phoenix and FPV included, carried the coffin out to the 5 acre field. We went out and buried him. Or, we buried the coffn, anyway. Though, I did see something weird… As the coffin was being lowered into the dirt, I looked around. Far behind everybody else, up on the porch of the farmhouse.. I saw her. Not Ally. I saw Karma. I broke away from the seated section, drawing the attention of Frank.
FPV: Hey kid! Where you goin’?
I turned back and simply said that I’d be right back, but as soon as I set my eyes back on the farmhouse, she was gone. Was I imagining seeing her? I went back and sat down. I couldn’t stop thinking about Karma. Why did I see her? Why did she leave? Was she even here?
I was snapped out of it by Ally, yet again. I looked around and saw that everybody had gone inside. She looked down at my face, then sat beside me in the chair that Frank had occupied.
Ally: Nobody knows about us, do they?
DK: I haven’t had the time to tell them, Ally. I got here at one in the fucking morning this morning. I slept in the fucking ring. I tried to avoid EVERYBODY because I’M FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!
This all just came out. I didn’t mean it to. I didn’t mean to snap on her. But I did…
DK: I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now. Why the hell God is deciding to fuck me over like he is, But I don’t want them to have any knowledge of it. So excuse me for not telling them that I lost the best thing that ever fucking hapened to me. Excuse me for being in so much pain that I don’t want to talk about it!
She was speechless. Tears started to form under her brown eyes. Without saying anything, she got up and walked to her car. And I let her. I watched as she drove off, the tears welling down my face. She was gone, again.
Chapter 3: Nothing
The rest of the week passed by pretty well. Infinity came and went. We all made our debuts and Kev retained his. I got to get my revenge on that piece of shit Sebastian. It all settled pretty well. Then came the celebration party… After infinity, we all took the drive to Atlanta. I don’t know why Atlanta, but we did. We found ourselves at a bar. (We had to scare the bouncer shitless to let James- sorry. NSK- in.) And we got hammered. Cause why not? We just competed in the biggest matches of our careers. Kevin is now the longest reigning UCI World Heavyweight Champion in history. Nega, Pomp, and I just debuted in the real Greener pastures. Frank had even been there! And we all just sat there. We laughed and smiled. Dion even drove down to join us. We laughed and drank some more, and then, it happened.
We were in the middle of talking about the Golden Ticket matches, and how we would like to have one, when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I picked it up and drunkenly mistyped my password multiple times. I had to wait 30 seconds 3 times before I finally got it. I pulled down my notification bar, and my heart stopped. I stared at the Facebook notification at the top in a mixture of horror and despair.
“Ally Staudt is nearby.”
I had been noticeably silent for some time apparently, as I was brought back to Earth by Dion’s calm voice.
Dion: DK! DAMIAN! You good, bro?
The concern caught me off guard. I looked around at the table at which we sat. Frank and Bish were deep in talk about forming some sort of tag team at some point. Pomp was quietly sipping a margarita, and Nega had wondered off to go whore himself out to some blonde he saw. Dion, he noticed, was the only one focused on him.
DK: Yeah, man. Just…
I looked towards the exit, then back at Dion.
DK: There is something I need to do.
I left the table and bolted for the exit, leaving my phone and my car keys behind. I was running. Not from Dion, or the Brotherhood. I was running to her. I was young, drunk, and in love. So, there I was, running the streets of Atlanta, screaming the name of the girl who broke my heart. How could I be that fucked up?
But I wasn't too drunk. I was thinking perfectly. I knew what I was doing. I know Her!
About twenty minutes into my escapade, a taxi cab pulled up beside me. There were my brothers, all piled into that backseat. They climbed out, one by one, until they were all right next to me on the concrete.
Dion: You left your phone open on the table. I saw the notification. You wanna lie and say you're good again?
Bishop: Don't do that shit, DK!
DK: I never wanted you guys in that shit. Look… Ally left me. A little over a month ago.
NSK (drunkenly): But shews at Lester's fyewnral.
DK: Yeah. I invited her. Because I knew that she was a member of our family. And she is.
Bishop: Damian, you didn't have to do that. We would;be missed her, maybe. but we would have lived.
Dion: I think I know what you need to do, DK. You need some closure.
And with that statement, he handed me my phone.
Dion: Call her.
DK: I’m drunk. What good will that do?
Dion: So what if you’re drunk! Drunken words are sober thoughts. Look, Damian. I know that you’re drunk. But you’ll say those words, and I promise you. She’ll listen, this time, even though they’re slurred.
DK: Did you just quote the Script?
Dion: That’s not important. Just do it!
And I did. I picked up that phone. And I dialed her number. And waited.
Ring, ring.
Ring Ring.
Ring, rin-
Ally (On the other end): Hello?
…
Ally: Damian?
DK: Ally. I love you. I would give anything to still be in your arms. I know I'm not home much. I know that I have my problems. And, Gods above, I know you’re way too good for me.
Ally: Damian-
DK: No! Let me say this please… You’re my everything, Alexandra. Everything I’ve ever wanted, I found it in you.
Ally: Damian I really can’t-
DK: Why the hell can't-
Man (In the background of other end): Baby, come back to bed.
Did I just… Was that..
DK: Ally… Ally who was that…
Ally: Dammit! God Dammit Damian Kaine! GOODBYE!
And the call was over. I took time to observe my surroundings. The boys were standing all around, except for Nega, who was passed out on the sidewalk. Dion looked like he regretted making me call her. Like, he knew it wouldn’t end well. But I wasn’t mad at him. I wasn't mad at anybody. This did exactly what Dion wanted it to do: it possible the closure that I needed.
DK: Thank you. Let's go home, boys.
Chapter 4: The World Turned Upside Down
FADE IN
A black screen is seen. As if a volume dial were slowly being turned up, a mix of male and female voices gradually got louder. There were too many voices to point out who was speaking, but the words were in unison, crystal clear:
Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?
After an abrupt absence of sound, the pulling of a light cord is heard, followed by a lamp’s light illuminating an otherwise darkened room. Directly under the lamp, as if it were a spotlight, “The Prodigy of Pestilence” Damian Kaine sits on a wooden stool.
DK: Who are you?” Damian says, slowly enunciating all three syllables, before continuing on. “These three words have haunted me- Plagued me, if you will- for what seems like an eternity. I would be strutting across the concrete entrance ramp with the plastic belt that Sebastian Reid passed off as a championship, and it meant nothing. I just hate that it took me 6 fucking years to realize that the fans aren’t the ones I need to appease. Where did the pandering get me? Where did the morals and the ethics get me? Three wins? Let’s see who I have under my belt… Adrian Archer- A weak-willed, narcissistic, washed up little punk with the money to have facial reconstruction done every three months. Nothing big. Okay… Adam Young- er. I’m sorry. Dearg Due, and Jay West, whoever the fuck that maybe. A jobber win for me. And then what? Dion, Smarts and I beat Archer and two more nobodies on my last WCF show.”My point here is that UCI is going to be a much better place for me. And I’ve made sure of that.
Damian gives his signature half-smile, but now, it had a more….. deviant feel to it.
DK: UCI is not just my stomping ground. Oh, nononono. I’ve brought my back-up. And we have our King ruling the god-damned company.
Damian pistol his hands over his mouth, faux-gasping.
DK: Oh! You idiots thought that THIS Brotherhood would be the same bumbling band of push-overs that you met in the WCF. Well let me tell you something, you sheep. If you think you’re gonna be seeing the “Oh gee Holly, I’m just gonna let you pin me now” Damian Kaine, you’re going to be sorely disappointed. I’ve got a hit list here in UCI, and I’ve already knocked off Reid. Next, I was gonna go after that DP-loving Freddy Mercury wannabe, Shadowlove. But the Bookers have thrown a bit of a wrench in that plan. I’m stuck in the ring with the Ripoff of the Ripoff, himself, Bolas de Araña.
Damian reaches under a darkened table to the right of him. He pulls out a medium sized binder,
DK: This is a transcript of Bolas’s very first promo here. So let’s see here.. It starts with a voiceover giving your little pre-UCI back story. Now, I’ll tell you something, Bolas. I’ll say the same thing that was said to me when I started saying where I came from before the big leagues. Where ever you came from? It doesn’t fucking matter. You could’ve walked into the UCI from. 173-0 undefeated streak, and get squashed in your first match here. So don't focus on the past. Set your sights on the future… Or. What's left of it, anyway. 'Cause after Monday, You don't; have one anymore..
Damian flips the pages of the transcript, and loses his shit laughing.
DK (Between laughs): You! You had the cajones to say that your opponent’s promo looked like a Viagra commercial? BITCH, your “”promos” look like a Deadpool YouTube Fan film. What, with the immature humour, the “Foul language"” and the 12-year-old level sex jokes? You sound like the sixth graders who just learned a new word. I’m waiting for the day that Andre Holmes rips that Party City mask off your cancerous face and wipes his ass with it.
Damian’s tone turns to that of a more serious one.
DK: So, let me make one thing clear. If you think that I’m NOT going to give it my all. If you thing that I’m not gonna do whatever it takes to win, you’re totally fucked. I have nothing left to lose. I lost my girl. I lost my dad. I lost my brother. I am NOT throwing away my shot. I’ll be walking out of Overload on Monday with you head held high, as i'll be on my way to the main event of Golden Ticket. And I won’t even have to break a sweat. Y’know why?It’s because one good thing came from Lester’s funeral. It made me quite skilled in the arts of burying people.
FADE OUT
