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Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 21, 2023 15:46:11 GMT
Dear Journal… Today is July 27th, 2022. It’s two in the morning and I am sitting here once more, in the Resnick Psychiatric Hospital in Los Angeles this time at the hands of my father… I guess you could say both times were down to my father, although honestly it would be giving him too much credit the first time around. First he cheats to beat me in a six man tag match, then he had me carted back off here…
Tyler chucks his pen onto the notepad and pushes away from the desk with his roller chair. He stands up and walks towards the bed, stopping to look outside towards the rolling hills behind the facility, only just able to make out any scenery due to the time of night it is.
Tyler: ”Well, at least I got a room with a view this time…”
He turns and sits on the bed pulling his sneakers off, before shuffling back and laying on the bed, he reaches up and flicks the light off, places his hands behind his head and closes his eyes, sighing as darkness envelopes the room…
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Dear Journal… It’s been a couple of weeks, still no sign of Pops, something tells me he’s left me here now. I’ve had one call from Steph, she said she was going to try and get here but I’ve not heard from her since… Meetings are going well with both Hankem and Davenport and I get whatever I ask for, I’m not sure what Fred was thinking when he locked me back up in here, as besides missing out on IIW, this is like Camp Sleepaway for me. I’ve…
The noise outside the room grabs his attention, as Tyler puts the pen down and looks at the clock. Eleven in the morning. She was kicking and screaming by the sounds of it as the man, evidently an orderly, tried to explain things to her. Tyler put his ear to the door.
Orderly: ”Look, this’ll be easier if you just calm down and listen to me…”
Female: ”Don’t tell me to calm down! You guys have dragged me in here without so much as probable cause!”
Orderly: ”Miss, you set fire to the FCPW arena. This goes against your terms of release.”
Female: ”I did NOT burn down the damn arena! Look, if you want to see crazy I can definitely show you crazy! But that has nothing to do with what happened on First Class which wasn’t me!”
He recognised the voice in a heartbeat and with excitement he snapped the door open which triggered both the orderly and the girl to spin in his direction. Mercedes-Jane Debonair shrieked when she saw her brother and ran towards him like a bull in a China shop, jumping at him as they hugged.
MJ: ”Oh my God, dude! Is it really you??”
Tyler: ”Hey Mercy, of course it’s really me! Who’d you think it is? You okay??”
MJ: ”No! I am certainly not okay! Dad had me put in here! They said I burned down First Class!”
Tyler leans Mercedes back, holding her shoulders and looks her up and down.
Tyler: ”Why the hell did you do that?!”
MJ: ”I didn’t, Tyler! I was in the back scrapping it out with someone! Suddenly the place was going up! Look, I know I’ve had my issues again lately but this? I wouldn’t have…”
Tyler: ”I know, I know sis! I’m just messing with you… I’m just glad to see you’re okay, I can’t believe Dad has pulled this, for his own gain.”
This time, it’s Mercedes time to hold Tyler back by his shoulders and look at him with disbelief.
MJ: ”You sure, Ty??!”
Tyler: ”Okay, okay, fair enough… I can believe it. Look, you’ve just got here right? You know the routine. Let them take you to the washroom, go get changed and I’ll meet you in the common room in an hour. Things are a lot different here now Mercy, trust me there’s nothing to be worried or scared about.”
Tyler looks at the Orderly and nods. Mercedes looks between them both and smiles with a nod of her own, the Orderly holds their arm out to guide her towards the bathroom as Tyler sighs and chuckles as he walks back into his room as we once again fade out…
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Dear Journal… Today is December 24th, Christmas Eve. It’s been five months since Dad had me committed to Resnick and every now and then on IIW Television I see him bragging to his friends in CCPE about it… That’s okay, it’s pretty obvious where Mercedes and I stand now, according to him. The next time we meet, it isn’t even going to make a difference, I’ve moved on and he has become irrelevant to me, unless he proves otherwise…
Tyler stands from his desk, opens the door to the room and heads towards the common room. As he walks in he finds a few Orderly’s as well as Patients, putting the finishing touches to handmade Christmas decorations and tidying up the tree, including Mercedes. The sound of “Rockin’ around the Christmas tree” by Brenda Lee is being piped through the buildings speakers as his sister spots him and walks up to him, a huge smile on her face.
MJ: ”Look at this, not even Dad could stop us celebrating Christmas eh?”
Tyler: ”No, he could not… And I’ve heard you’ve had some news??”
MJ: ”Yeah, so allegedly that Jamie Riott has confessed to being the one who burned down the First Class arena that night! She told Casie.”
Tyler: ”Are you shitting me?? So you’ll be out soon right??”
MJ: ”Well, of course he wasn’t going to make my commitment that easy to potentially get out of, there are other “incidents” being looked at. I’ve got a review in a couple of months but, until then… What about you? You’re looking your old self again.”
Tyler: ”Steph has contacted me, we’ve been talking on the phone and she’s flying in, in the next couple of weeks. Since First Class shut down, she’s been travelling the country plying her trade in different promotions, but soon she’ll be back.”
MJ: ”Ah wow, looks like a Merry Christmas for both of us then??”
Tyler turns around, noticing Orange juice in tall plastic glasses (of course) and picks two up, he hands one to Mercedes and clinks their glasses together as the two of them drink…
Tyler: ”Merry Christmas indeed, sis… You'll definitely be getting out in the next couple of months!”
The two cheer their glasses again and share a hug before beginning to help out the others with the tree and decorations as the scene once again fades out…
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Dear Journal… It is currently March 1st, 2023 and I’m hearing rumours that Mercedes and myself are about to get out of here. I’m not sure how true but according to Sandra, one of the Orderly’s we get on with rather well, my father has decided to grace us with his presence and sign us out. I’m not sure what’s going on inside his head but, I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?
There is a knock on Tyler’s door and the Orderly who brought Mercedes in all those months ago, is standing there. He nods towards the stairs.
Orderly: ”He’s downstairs man…”
Tyler: ”Are you joking??”
Orderly: ”Not at all, he’s just been speaking to Doctor Hankem and will be signing paperwork soon. Mercedes is already on the way down there.”
Tyler jumps up and grabs the small bag he’s always kept for when this day finally came of his most important belongings and moves straight past him and heads downstairs, wondering what he’s going to say. He bursts through the double doors to the reception and sees the man standing there, back to him and signing papers. Mercedes stands next to Tyler with a confused look on her face and her own bag over her shoulder…
Tyler: ”Hey Pops, you goi…-“
He stands up and turns to face Tyler and Mercedes and Tyler spots it.
MJ: ”That isn’t d…-“
Tyler nudges his sister and shakes his head tightly. Fred smiles regrettably and nods his head towards them both.
Fred: ”Hey guys, listen I know we’ve got a lot talk about but, we’ve also got a long drive ahead of us so… Shall we get going and we can talk on the way?”
MJ: ”Well, wait a second…”
Tyler: ”Sure thing, Dad, let’s go…”
Mercedes watches as Tyler walks past their dad and outside toward a parked car, then follows suite. Fred smiles, waved and also leaves behind them and as Tyler climbs shotgun he watches Doctor Davenport scrutinising the three, as the car slowly pulls away from Resnick and heads east… The scene, fading out once more…
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We reopen on a closeup of Mercedes asleep in the back of the car, Tyler and Fred in the front. It seems as though nothing has been shared between the party as they drive along a secluded, forest road in the moonlight night sky.
Tyler: ”So, who are you…?”
Fred: ”Eh? What do you mean, Tyler?”
Tyler: ”Well, you’re not my Pops… That’s for sure. Are you one of those alternates from a different dimension?”
Fred: ”You’re right, I’m not your dad no. But I’m also not a variant…”
Tyler: ”Then, you’re what? A clone?”
Fred: ”Ok, you know your dad’s adopted right?”
Tyler: ”Yeah, he grew up in Ne… Oh, wait…”
Fred: ”Uh-huh now you’re getting it. I’m not Fred Debonair, but neither is your dad son… My name is Dante Knight and he’s my twin brother, Devlin.”
MJ: ”What the frak?!”
Both Dante and Tyler turn to see Mercedes now awake, sat upright and looking at them both in complete and utter shock as the scene dies out and leaves us in darkness…
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The scene reopens on the roof of the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas. Tyler is dressed in black sneakers, stonewashed denim jeans and a black overcoat. He’s looking out at the clear, starlit night sky.
Tyler: ”Almost eight long months I’ve been absent from IIW, due to circumstances beyond my control… Circumstances that will be dealt with but all I know right now, is how much has changed since I’ve been gone. Osh Vaughn has died, again and… Returned from the dead, again… Shaun Hart and The Mecca appear to be making waves, which honestly doesn’t surprise me with who’s all involved but honestly, that can wait for another time because I’ve got bigger fish to fry and more important things to deal with than my Pops and his pals and that being my first match signed, sealed and delivered since making my return to the promotion!
Now I wouldn’t be taking on the match alone, as it is a tag-team match against two very strong and talented individuals who’ve made it this far via the Olympian route and that believe me, is no mean feat, I’m talking about Hercules and Zeus, Team Olympus. But as I say, I won’t be doing this alone oh no, I’ll be doing this with a man who is officially an IIW Hall of Famer, a guy who like me has come back to help out Osh… I’m talking about none other than Scotty Adams! If I’d choose to tag with anybody at this stage for my return I’m feeling that it has to be Scotty most definitely and I’ve got my wish. Tyler Debonair and Scotty Adams lining up for our in-ring returns against the brothers or Olympus, Zeus and Hercules, if you’re not pumped for this… Why not?!”
Tyler leans behind him and picks up a bottle of water from the floor, uncaps it and chugs.
Tyler: ”Now let’s be honest, Team Olympus haven’t exactly had the best luck in their latest endeavours have they? I mean Hercules got dealt Justin York whilst Zeus was paired up against Maverick Tatum and before that they were paired against the current tag-team Champs, the Gangsters of Christ so it’s a little difficult to see the Sun through the clouds for them… Now don’t get me wrong I’m not downplaying their abilities at all, but when you factor in that they’re now having to go up against the ZENsational one and The Silver Bullet…
I’m back for only two things, doing what I love and progressing through the ranks like I was before my Pops showed up! I can’t let him and his ilk distract me this time around. I’m on track for one goal and that’ll become clear soon enough! But as I say first and foremost it’s getting past team Olympus on Mayhem this coming Monday… So strap in and get ready for a rollercoaster of a ride because I’m about to light the fuse! See you next week and remember to bring the noise!”
Tyler chugs back another mouthful of water and walks towards the rooftop door as the scene begins to completely fade to black.
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Mar 25, 2023 2:41:16 GMT
** Monday, 13 March, 2023 **
Scott sits in his apartment in London, letting everything sink in. Last night, he revealed himself to the world as being the man under the Mr. Intensity mask. The man who had been operating in the shadows the entire time. To him, it is kind of a relief--- no longer having to hide under the mask. No longer having to worry about somebody letting the word out about it. At the same time, the same questions about whether he is doing this for the right reasons still linger at the back of his mind. Refusing to go away.
"It's done. They know." He states.
Leaning back on the couch, he allows a small smile to cross his face. He cannot deny that it feels weird being in this position. Being the man who everybody is talking about once more. You'd think he'd be used to it considering it's been that way most of his career, but he isn't. In fact, in a weird way, it could be argued that 'Mr. Intensity' was the closest to how he truly is. The man pulling the strings in the shadows whilst allowing everyone else to hold the spotlight. Tilting his head upward, he looks at the light above him, letting out a sigh.
"I know this is how it has to be. I know that if it is to come to pass, then we must be the ones standing tall," he states. "If the Mecca are to fall, then it has to be at our hands."
Tilting his head downward, he allows another deep breath to float into the air. This is the decision he made. This is the path he has chosen to walk. Now, it is about the waiting game. Picking the point of attack for when they strike next, or waiting for the Mecca to make that move. Just like a game of chess. Reclining, he glances around the apartment, reflecting in his head about the match. Knowing that Goliath and Shaun alone couldn't take him down--- that it took the addition of Clyde Newton to pin him, causing a wry smile to cross his face.
"It will be. Don't worry. They know it, too. That is why they brought in Clyde. They knew they couldn't get the job done alone, yet what they fail to see is that they have set their own downfall into motion." He states.
Sliding his back up the couch, he stares towards the TV, which is playing the famed gameshow 'The Chase', muted in the background. His way of unwinding, as he knows that now that he is back in the saddle. Now that he is back in the IIW, he is gonna have to put his heart and soul into this. It is what they deserve and it is all he knows. It is how he has been, his entire career.
** Tuesday, 14 March, 2023 **
Scott sits atop the steel chair inside of a makeshift studio, deciding that now is the time to address his return. To peel back the curtain for those who were surprised to see him at Keys 2 Success. The people who believed that his hall of fame induction was the last time they would see him in IIW. Smiling, he prepares himself, adjusting in the seat before flashing his famed half-grin.
"Did you miss me?" He remarks, laughing to himself.
He pretends to await a response, knowing that it's highly likely people were abuzz about the revelation of him being Mr. Intensity on social media. Not knowing that he had flown into London on Saturday morning and had been staying in isolation within this apartment. He had even been ordering necessities online, something that he has never done before, all to keep up the illusion until Keys 2 Success.
"I know some of you may still be shocked. I know you may not have processed it, but I'm back in the saddle again. Back where some may say I truly belong," he comments, slightly adjusting his shirt. "Why? Why have I come back? Why was I the man under the mask?"
He pauses, allowing those questions to bounce around within his own head as much as the audiences. Those are questions he knows would be on the forefront of their minds.
"The answer is simple. To bring about the collapse of the Mecca. To return the IIW to the pure state that it once held. No, to return the industry to the purity it once held. The same end goal that I have always held." He affirms, his eyes dully glowing as he stares forward.
"It is why I have always stepped between those ropes. I promised that I would be the one to remove the poison. The greed. The lust from this sport, and this is my opportunity to do so. My way of bringing about the shrine's decree. So, it was a no-brainer that I would do this when Osh called me. Telling me that he had a proposition and wanted me to be the driving force. The master in the shadows, calling the shots." He continues.
The energy he once held beginning to flow through his veins once more, Scott thinks back to that initial call with Osh. Remembering each word that the founder of IIW told him and processing them. Keeping them locked in his mind. To him, they were a reminder of why he wrestles. Of why he goes on the road, night in and night out.
"This isn't simply for me, however. This isn't just about my desire. My rationale for engaging within this--- no. This is about something more. This is about making sure that Shaun. That the Mecca understand that their empire. The iron fist they believe they have over the IIW and the sport as a whole, comes crashing and burning down. Leaving them in the rubble of what they created." He asserts, his facial expression an image of focused determination.
Holding the look, he feels his chest rising and falling. The motivation. The passion that he thought had been long dead and buried, roaring back to life with every word that he speaks. It makes him feel comfortable with making this decision. With choosing to take Osh up on his offer and prepring for war once more. He knows that he is doing this for the right reasons. That this is exactly what he needs to do.
"Bring them down to their knees. Make sure that when the smoke clears and they look around, they know exactly who the catalyst was for their ending. That it was us," he remarks. "It will not matter what they try. It doesn't matter if they believe they are an army, for even the greatest armies can fall. Even units that believe they are a brotherhood and are willing to do whatever it takes, can find themselves up against a force not even they can overcome."
"A militia that is solely focused on bringing them down. That is willing to do whatever it takes to bring about the outcome they desire. That is Osh. That is Curtis. That is Tyler. That is me. We are more than a unit. We are more than a simple family. We are the ones who will bring about the light." He comments.
His mind then flashes back to the match. One where he was simply toying with Shaun and Goliath. One that to him, was just like a sparring session, only on a grand stage.
"It took 3 of you to take me down. What's it going to take for you to bring us all done? Are you able to conjure it up within you to pull the trigger?" He pointedly asks.
"I will we can and will pull it when the time comes." He states, answering the question for his side.
The fire burning within his eyes, he stands up. Happy with giving people a taste of what they have craved, as well as sending a message to the Mecca that this battle. This war is only just beginning and that the battle lines have been drawn.
** Wednesday, 15 March, 2023 **
Scott stands inside of Vijay's office, having decided to pay him a visit before he flies back home. He had stayed a few extra days in London post- Keys 2 Success, typing up a few loose ends as well as meeting with Osh. Devising their course of action for the next phase of Operation: Terminate The Mecca. Smiling, Vijay looks up at him, motioning to an empty chair on the opposite side of the table, which he sits atop of.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Vijay asks.
"Had to keep it quiet man." He responds, eliciting a laugh from Vijay.
Vijay understands that, seeing as even he was stunned when it was Scott under the mask. He hadn't heard a peep, just like those outside of a few small amount of people. Just the way it was designed to be.
"I get you. I'm glad to see you're getting back into the ring. It's been quiet around here honestly without you between the ropes. We only have the regulars but that's about it." Vijay states.
"Really? I would've thought this place would be vibing." Scott responds.
"Yeah. Most people come here because they know you do, man. It's wild," Vijay states "You'd be surprised with how often they ask where your merch is or when you're gonna be in the gym."
Scott shakes his head. He has never been one to consider himself popular or attempt to strive for popularity, but he can't hold back smiling at that. It shows him that people pay attention to what he does. Something that all wrestlers strive for--- after all, you want people to come and see you. You want them to believe in the message you are sending.
"Ah, nice," he remarks. "Good to see people are seeing the light and understand what I've been doing. What I'm trying to bring about in the ring."
"They really have," Vijay remarks. "Trust me, I know some of the guys here have seen it too. A lot of them wanna follow in your footsteps and bring about their own brand of purity."
"The more the merrier." Scott quickly shoots back.
Looking across at Vijay, he ponders asking about getting into a sparring session with him again. A way to make sure he is as sharp as possible when he steps into the IIW ring once more, and a complimentary session to the ones he has been doing with Adam. Plus, it'll help him re-adapt to the more British focused style Vijay wrestles with. One that is prevelant in the IIW. Though it wouldn't be for right now, seeing as his flight home leaves in a couple of hours.
"Definitely." Vijay responds.
Scott simply gives him a sincere smile in return.
"Soon, the world will see the message. They will see the restoration of what this sport once stood for. What it will stand for once again," he remarks to himself. "It will be then, that everything will be right."
Vijay, having turned to type some things up on the computer, turns back to Scott.
"You know you can come here anytime and practice if you need." He comments, affirming the promise he made the last time Scott was in the ring.
"I know. I'm probably gonna take you up on that sometime soon," he states. "Wanna make sure I'm in the best shape I can be. If I'm gonna return, I'm gonna do it right."
"I know." Vijay replies.
Scott then maintains the smile, looking down at the time on his phone.
"I'll call you when I decide to come in," he remarks. "Though I gotta get to the airport. Flight's leaving in a couple of hours."
"Alright man." Vijay states. "I'll talk to you then."
"Talk then." Scott states, standing up.
Walking out of the office, he knows that there is no better time than now to make this return. To go out there and lead the cause. To enrich the sport that he has devoted his life to.
** Thursday, 16 March, 2023 **
Sitting inside his otherwise empty office at Adams Enterprise HQ in Eltham, Scott looks over some of the forms regarding various projects they are working on. Normally, you would think he would be jetlagged considering his plane landed just 5 hours prior, but he has trained and conditioned his body over his years of travelling to not show the effects of jetlag. At least not in an outward sense.
Signing off on one of the forms, he pushes the paperwork off to the side for a bit. Giving himself some room to think about the implications of his return to the ring. Both from a physical and an emotional standpoint. Deep down, he knows that there was a reason he stepped away. A reason why outside of a few events with the VWL, he hasn't been in the ring in a physical capacity for over half a year.
"It's time to put it all to rest. To go out there and show that I still have enough in the tank." He states, glancing across at the framed picture of him, Bianca and Lucina that sits atop the table. One of them at St. Kilda beach. "I'm not just doing this for me. I'm doing this for them, too."
He knows that sparring in the gym is nowhere near the physicality that he is going to get in the ring, but his body has held up well during the sessions he did with Adam. It held up well during the match with Shaun and Goliath, so from that standpoint--- he knows that he is able to go out there and put on a show. He is able to withstand a barrage and come out the other side. That is all he could really have asked for--- that his body wouldn't fail him.
He knows that people will question whether or not he has been medically cleared. He made sure he was when he visited his Doctor (Timi) nine days before the match, wanting to dot his i's and cross his t's. Leave no doubt in his mind that this was the right decision. That his choice wouldn't backfire on him.
"As they say. If you want a job done right, then it's best that you do it yourself." He states, softly chuckling. It is a MO he has lived his life by.
Unscrewing the bottle of Oak milk chocolate next to him, Scott takes a sip of it before putting the lid back on and reaching over to sign another piece of paperwork.
"That is what I will do. I'm gonna be the one who plants the seeds. Who sets the wheels in motion for the ultimate downfall. I may not have started it, but I promise I will be the one to finish it." He calmly remarks.
"I will not rest until it is done. Whatever it takes." He completes his remark by stating.
It is the one thing he is obsessed about. His full attention is on making sure that not only is the job done, but that it is done right. That there are no mistakes in the execution. This will be his magnum opus once it all comes to pass. The one thing that will resonate throughout the airwaves. The moment that will truly cement his legacy.
"When that time comes, you'll know exactly who brought it about." He affirms.
Returning his focus back to the paperwork, he knows that the time will come for him to put it all into motion. But for now, it is about the waiting game. The moments where the stage is being set for it all. It has to be this way. The strike must be made when they least expect it. Otherwise, it will all have been for naught. A waste, which is the last thing he wants.
** Friday, 17 March, 2023 **
In a rare day off from anything wrestling related, Scott and Bianca have decided to travel down to Geelong for the day. Wanting some time to themselves and to view the sights. Feel the gentle air brush against their bodies. Lucina is back in Eltham, being babysat by Larni, enabling them to be alone. Sitting across from one another at a restaurant, the two share in a smile.
"You remember when we would come here during summer holidays at school?" Bianca asks, recieving a nod in response.
"Yeah. I miss those days." Scott sorrowfully replies.
To him, those days were some of the most fun he had in his entire life. No stress. No pressure. Just friends hanging out with one another, without a care in the world. Taking a bite out of their respective meals, they allow themselves to savor the taste.
"So do I," Bianca replies, thinking back to them with fondness in her heart. "Sadly, we don't have a time machine to go back to them."
The 2 share a laugh. As nice as a time machine would be, it doesn't exist. Though they both know that everything in life happens for a reason. That there is a cause behind each and every occurrance that the 2 have seen happen. Both the good and the bad.
"Yeah," Scott remarks whilst chuckling.
Taking a sip of their colas, the 2 then think back to some of the moments they shared on previous holidays.
"Remember when you and Amelia surfed and you tried to backflip on the board?" Scott asks.
"Yeah. I learnt pretty fast not to try that again." Bianca states, blushing.
"Hey, it was entertaining though." Scott remarks, his previous chuckle turning into a laugh.
"At least it's not like the time you tripped over a sandcastle whilst playing beach cricket and looked like a sand cake." Bianca retorts.
"Touché" is the only response Scott can give. He had tried to catch a cover drive from Lee but only ended up with a face and mouth full of sand as the ball landed.
"Or the time you almost walked into the neighbour's caravan whilst in a sleep deprived daze," Bianca states. "If it wasn't for me calling out, you probably would have."
Feeling it strike him, Scott raises his eyebrows. He had actually forgotten about that moment. It was back in 2005, after all. But he knew Bianca wouldn't have. She always has a photographic memory when it comes to this sort of thing.
"I had forgotten about that," he remarks. "I was hoping you had as well."
"I only remembered it just now." She admits.
"We should try and do a catch up again. Maybe in the winter." He remarks, knowing that is also on Bianca's mind.
"Yeah, we really do." She agrees.
The two then go back to eating their meal, enjoying this time together and reminising about old times they shared. Times that have become more fleeting as the years have past, so any chance they get--- they want to make the most of it.
** Saturday, 18 March, 2023 **
"You know, in another life--- we could be working together."
Scott, alone and sitting on a steel chair inside of his training centre, states this about his opponents for his return to the ring. The tag team consisting of 2 former Olympic Gold Medalists in Heracles and Zeus. 2 men who in a way, remind Scott of himself in how they wish to uphold wrestling traditions.
"Think about it. You both have won gold at the pinnacle of this sport. You 2 pride yourselves on upholding the traditions of this sport. Of going out there and doing things the right way. Of showing the light to the world. Things that I pride myself on." He remarks.
He thinks about the time he had been offered a chance to compete at the Olympics. Both at Athens in 2004 Beijing in 2008, but he turned them down. Not because he didn't feel like it was the right decision, but rather because he wanted to carve a path for himself in the pros. He wanted to make a name for himself in the eyes of the world and figured that going pro was the best route to do so. It's a decision that he doesn't regret but he has confessed in the past he wished that he had taken the offer.
"This isn't that life though, and now, in just over a week's time--- we find ourselves on the opposite side of the ring to one another. The both of you together, against myself and another man fighting for the cause, Tyler Debonair. A man who I have the utmost respect for between the ropes." He states.
"See, Tyler and I--- we have stepped into that ring before as adversaries. I know what he is capable of between the ropes and I know that when he is at his best. When he is locked in, he is one of the best in the sport. He is a man who does what is needed to win. A man who is willing to dig deep if it means he can get the job done," he remarks. "A man who I am more than happy to be going to war alongside."
Scott smiles, knowing that this time, it is not him against Tyler as it was before. That it is them as a unit, for the both of them have come together to help Osh. To fulfill their place in the operation.
"We are a unit. We aren't just 2 individuals, bit rather--- 2 men linked by the same desire. The same cause, and that is what makes us dangerous. It is what makes us the 2 men you don't want to be stepping into the ring with at Mayhem. You both might be a team. You two may have been working alongside one another, but that means nothing when we step onto the battlefield. When you realise that it doesn't matter how much experience you have together when your opponents are simply a greater force. When you're staring at two men who see you both as a means to an end. A piece of the puzzle, waiting to be slotted into place." He remarks, authority oozing from his voice.
Looking around the empty gym, his words echo through the air.
"That is all you are. You aren't the end game. You aren't the ones that are desired, but that doesn't mean we are gonna be taking you lightly. That doesn't mean we aren't gonna be giving you guys the respect you deserve," he states. "That would be a slap in the face. Not just to the both of you, but the sport as a whole. Anyone who knows me, knows thay I don't take anyone lightly between those ropes. I don't overlook anybody." He states.
"I know what the two of you can do. You are the perfect challenge for the 2 of us to step into the ring with. Prove to the world that neither one of us have lost a step and send a message. Make it crystal clear that we aren't going to lie down and be quiet. Give the Mecca something to think about when they look at us and realise--- this is the choir that is preparing to take them down. Readying themselves to sing the song of their final demise." He remarks, pushing himself up from the chair.
That's what this is to him. An opportunity. A chance to show that he doesn't have ring rust. That he is able to step back into the saddle and prove he is still able to perform to his standard. To his 100% performance. The same thing he knows Tyler sees it as too. That is the role Team Olympus serve in this match. Put them through the motions and coax the fire. The drive outta them. There aren't many teams that are a better fit for this role than them.
Beginning to walk away from the chair, the sound of his footsteps echo throughout the gym, just as the door swings open and Adam walks in, along with Nick. The 2 of them arriving earlier than expected for a session with the newest class of trainees.
"A job I know the 2 of you will fill admirably. This is your opportunity in front of the brightest lights. The eyes on you to go out there and show your mettle. Don't waste it." He remarks, making his way across to where Adam and Nick are standing.
"Hey guys." He states.
"Hey Scotty," Adam responds. "Wasn't expecting to see you here."
"Yeah. Thought I'd take some time to come here and address Team Olympus." He remarks, laughing.
"Oh. They're the guys you and Tyler are facing at Mayhem, right? You think you're ready?" Nick interjects.
Giving him a slight smirk, Scott raises his eyebrow slightly.
"Yeah. I know I'm ready for this. I wouldn't have agreed to it if I wasn't. You know that." He tersely replies.
"True enough." Nick admits.
Scott then peels off from the 2, knowing that they have to prepare the gym for the training session and he has other commitments to attend to. Chiefly, a meeting with Rebecca and Sheridan.
** Sunday, 19 March, 2023 **
Walking through the Alistair Knox Park path, linking the park itself to Eltham High School is a nostalgic feeling for him. It is a path he walked consistently down when he attended Eltham High. Whether it be by himself or with one of his friends. Yet nostalgia isn't the only reason he is currently walking this path. It is serving as the perfect means of clearing his mind. Of reminding himself just why he has made the choices he has made throughout his career. Choices that have all led to this moment.
Glancing around, he soaks everything in. Remembering back to when he was a child, getting ready for another day of school. Another day of having to put his best foot forward when it came to classes. Similar to how he prides himself on putting his best foot forward in the ring.
"Everything has led to this moment. Every action I have taken, has put me in this position." He states to himself, continuing his walk.
Feeling his feet impact the concrete path, he exhales. The air swirling around him as he passes the lining of trees where he shared his first kiss with Joely, feeling his chest tighten up as he does. It has been 10 years since she was taken from him, but he still thinks about her each and every day.
"Whether they be good or bad. This is the hand I have been dealt. A hand that I cannot change, no matter what I try." He notes.
His mind beginning to ease, he allows a gentle laugh to leave his lips. One that is both a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. As much as there might be things that he would change with his life, he doesn't regret this path. It has helped mold him into who he is. Something he is eternally appreciative of.
"I don't wish to change it either. For life is about how you adapt to curveballs. How you take what it throws at you and march forward. That is exactly what I have done." He calmly remarks. "I wouldn't be who I am now without it."
Reaching Susan Street oval, where he played AFL for the Eltham Panthers in Year 9, his smile grows. Those were moments when he knew he would be able to withstand the rigors of wrestling. That his body could handle a year round schedule. Something that he hopes he can do again, even if he is more battle worn and scarred than he was back then.
"I know exactly who I am and what I must do. I wouldn't have things any other way." He whispers.
Continuing down the path, he sees the school drawing closer and closer, the sensation of chorine from the Swimming pools within Eltham Leisure Centre attacking his nostrils reminding him of when he would swim there, as well as play basketball. Taking it all in, he ponders Team Olympus once again and the fact that they are the first obstacle on his road back in wrestling.
"That is why I'm back. That is why I know this is the right choice. Why when Tyler and I step between those ropes. When we face off against Team Olympus, we will be the ones devising their end. Showing them exactly who we are. Why we are 2 of the best to step into the ring." He comments.
"It's up to the both of you to try and stop us. Try and play spoiler to our returns and cement your names in this sport. Make yourselves known as a force. Are you up to the challenge? Do you have it within you to pull it off?" He enquires.
Reaching the end of the path, he looks across the road at the school, noticing a kid who can't be much older than 16 sitting atop the wooden bench at the front. Appearing to be waiting for someone. He remembers when he would eat lunch and hang out with Bianca, Amelia and Chili there. Turning, he walks along the footpath, intending to circle his way back to Alistair Knox park the longer way.
"We will have to see." He comments, continuing his walk.
His mind is becoming clearer with each passing day. Where he had previously did not know if this was truly the right choice, he now understands that it was the exact choice he had to make. That the sport. The shrine still needs him in order to bring about purity. To bring the light forth within the realm that it has been seeking. That this route, is the best avenue to doing so.
** Monday, 20 March, 2023 **
"Hey Scotty."
Lily states this as Scott enters her home. He had decided to visit one another after she called him yesterday, seeing as they haven't seen one another in almost 10 months and wanted to catch up while she was home, seeing as she has been in Western Australia with her husband Daniel.
"Hey Lily. How're things going?" He responds, sitting down on the couch to her right.
"Pretty good. Dan and I bought our first home together, so excited to move in." She states, the joy and excitment evident in her voice.
Scott beams, knowing how much the purchise means to her. Especially as she had been looking for the previous 3 years for a place to call her own.
"Congratulations." He states.
"Thank you," she responds. "How have things been with you?"
"They've been good." He answers. "Lucina's been doing well in daycare and I've been keeping myself busy, so can't really complain."
"That's good." Lily responds.
Taking a soft breath, Scott glances across at Lily. Knowing that this is a great means of relaxation and an opportunity to unwind. Relax a bit.
"Anyway, how has Dan been? He still working with Telstra?" He asks.
"Yeah. Been doing some maintance work on the side, but still with Telstra." She states.
"Good to hear. You still working with Nex?" He responds.
"Nah. I left a month ago. Trying to see if I can get a gig with Vogue. I'm still working with NG though, so at least still have something." She replies, knowing that it was gonna come up at some point.
"Ah, nice. Wasn't sure but good to hear. I did catch the shoot you did with them." He states, revealing he does sometimes check the magazines. Or at least the covers when they catch his eye at the milkbar.
"Yea. That was more fun than I thought it'd be. Especially as I got to spend the day on the beach," she remarks, laughing. "The food was great too."
"That's awesome. Always gotta make sure the food is good." He remarks, matching her laughter.
She smiles before seemingly remembering something she wanted to talk about with him, but mentally going like 'it can wait'. Though he notices her expression of doubt.
"What's up?" He enquires.
"I was gonna ask if you were still doing the charity drive this year, but figured it might be better to ask Imogen." She states, unsure.
He simply chuckles, smiling.
"Yeah, we're starting it on May 3rd. Planning on setting things up in the next few weeks. You want to be in?" He affirms.
"Oh, awesome. Yeah, Dan and I are planning on donating this year, and I was gonna see if you wanted me to promote it with NG." She comments.
Surprised that she would bring that up, his beam returns. NG would be a massive way to promote the drive and add to ensuring as many people hear about it as possible. They usually manage to get the word out effectively but any exposure they can get for the cause is always appreciated.
"That'd be great. Just let me know what you need from us and I'll make sure it gets sent through." He proclaims.
"Will do. Want me to send it to you directly?" She asks.
"Yeah. I'll shoot it across to Jane and Sasha but send it to me." He responds.
"Okay." She remarks.
He makes a mental note to check his e-mail in the coming days, or at least follow up with Lily when the date draws closer. She makes a note herself to talk to her boss about it at work and send over the paperwork in due time, before she reclines back on her couch.
"I did hear about your return to the ring---" she states, believing it to be quiet but still audible enough for him to hear. "Dan said he thought you were done aside from those matches you worked leading into New Year's Sensation with VWL."
"He wasn't the only one who thought that." He admits. "I didn't think I would be going back, either."
"So, why did you?" She pointedly asks.
The words striking him, he knows it is a question he has answered, but at the same time--- hasn't. He's given the response people wanted to hear, but not the one that reflects the truth of the situation. Which is the one that Lily desires.
"Two words." He states. "Unfinished business."
That's what it really comes down to. Yes, bringing down the Mecca might be the endgame pertaining to his work with Osh, Tyler and Curtis, but he knows it isn't the sole reason he decided to return. There is more to the unfinished business than that.
"Like what?" Is her next query.
"Making sure that the industry embraces the shrine. That purity is truly restored." He remarks.
Accepting this, Lily elects not to push further. She knows all about his creed and has seen it first hand. Just as Daniel has. The 2 continue their conversation, the topics varying from life to sports or anything else that crosses their mind. A way for them to make up for missed time.
** Tuesday, 21 March, 2023 **
Scott sits in his couch at home with Lucina sitting on the chair next to him, colouring her favourite book in as he watches 'NCIS' on TV. Knowing that although he has managed to arrange his schedule and flights to ensure he gets to spend as much time as possible at home, that he is likely still gonna have to go back on the road for various promotional events. So times like this may not be as frequent. He intends on making the most of them.
"Everything okay, sweetie?" He inquires.
"Yes." Lucina responds, not even looking up from the book.
"That's good." He states.
Looking towards the hallway, he knows Bianca will be returning from HQ soon, ready for dinner. Checking his phone, he sees that Sheridan sent him a text regarding the flight on Friday. Confirming that the plane will be ready to take him to Holland at 11 AM, so that he can be there in time for Mayhem. Nodding to himself, he sends her a thanks in reply before returning his attention to the TV.
"Sometimes, it's the simple things that count the most in life." He remarks to himself.
His mind absorbed in the show, he simply reclines back. Not allowing anything aside from Lucina divert from from his peace. His vibe time, watching one of his favourite TV programs. Time that is all too rare.
"Those are the things we take for granted the most." He affirms, knowing that is is something he is guilty of too. Perhaps more than the average person.
That is one thing his time away from wrestling has allowed him to do. Acquire a better appreciation and understanding for the simple, yet fundamental things in life. Things that he previously had overlooked, being so absorbed with both the ring and Adams Enterprises and the primary reason he ensured his schedule was made as flexible as possible when he signed his contract as Mr. Intensity.
He doesn't want to make the same mistakes he has in the past. Mistakes that have led to his body being in the state that it is. It is his means of prolonging his career as much as possible.
"Embrace life for what it is." He whispers.
Looking across at Lucina, he notices that she is holding out her right arm, a piece of paper within her hand. Taking it, he sees that it is a drawing of him, Bianca and her standing on the lawn outside of their home, basking in the sun with smiles on their faces.
"Thank you," he states. Intending on framing it and putting it on their wall.
Not just because she drew it, but as a reminder to himself of why he competes. Why he steps between the ropes. It is then that the door swings open and Bianca enters the house. Tired, but relieved that the work day is over and now, she can relax with the 2 people she cherishes the most.
** Wednesday, 22 March, 2023 **
Sitting inside his all too familiar studio once more, he has just finished watching Tyler's comments on them teaming up. His expression more relaxed than typical when it comes to the wrestling portion of him.
"The feeling is mutual, Tyler." He remarks. "There is nobody I'd rather be teaming with than you."
He knows it's true. He remembers when they stepped into the ring against one another and he witnessed first hand that Tyler is gifted between the ropes. That he is somebody you can trust when the time comes to go to battle.
"You are one of the best talents I have ever faced in this sport. A man who goes out there and makes sure he executes. Doesn't relent when the win is there to be taken. I saw the passion. The focus in your eyes when we faced off---" he remarks, pausing. "When on that night, you were the better man."
"You proved to me that you are somebody to go to war with. Somebody that anyone would love to have on their side. In a matter of days, we step into that ring together. As partners. As a unified outfit, preparing to take on Team Olympus." He remarks.
"A task I know the 2 of us can complete. After all, this is a dream team. 2 of the best, working in unison. Alone, we are elite but together---" he states. "Together, we are undeniable. There isn't a team on this earth that can compare when we are on song. In tune and beating to the same drum."
Scott smiles in a genuine manner. Usually, he would be stoic. Cold but he can't help but pay the utmost respect to Tyler. Let him see the lighter side to his personality. One that resides dormant inside of wrestling.
"Team Olympus won't know what hit them once we are done. Don't worry about that, because I promise that I will be bringing my best. I will be bringing the Silver Bullet to Mayhem. The man who won the first ever Keys 2 Success. The man who has taken down some of the biggest names in the industry. The man who defines pure wrestling." He states in a manner more typical to his usual discourse on wrestling.
"That is the man you deserve. It is the man they desire and the man that needs to step forth once more. People need to understand just why it is that I am renowned. What it is that took me into the hall of fame. Monday night, they get that. Team Olympus will learn that their path has led them to this meeting. One that they should hold close to them for it is where a force was awakened. Where a statement of what is to come was made at their expense." He remarks.
Exhaling deeply, the fire begins to return to his eyes. One all too familiar to those who have been watching him over the years. A fire that usually doesn't bode well for his opponents. Leaning forward, his face returns to its stoic nature.
"The end is nigh for the 2 of you. Just like the myths from which your names came, you will become nothing but a memory once this is all said and done," he comments. "Unable to resist the tidal wave that is coming your way. Ready to drag you into the depths of the ocean below."
Rising, he walks towards the studio door, his face showing an expression of readiness as well as calm.
"See you there." He states, opening the door of the studio and walking out into the hall.
** Thursday, 23 March, 2023 **
Driving through the streets of the Melbourne CBD, Scott slightly turns the knob on the radio up, which is currently playing 'Weir' by Killing Heidi. Turning down Exhibition street, he drives down until he sees the building he is looking for. The one belonging to Imogen and her fashion company INY modelling. Pulling into the carpark adjacent to the building, he parks in an empty spot before getting out of the car and bringing out a black bag from the passenger's seat.
Closing the door behind him, he makes his way towards the building, flashing his ID to security at the door before walking through the sliding doors and to the reception desk.
"Hey Sophie. Just let Imogen know I'm here." He states, flashing a smile.
"Alright." She replies, picking up the phone to inform Imogen.
Walking down the hall, he is surprised by the redevelopments that have occurred since he was last here. He knew they were taking place, but this is even more modern than he expected. Then again, Imogen has always favoured the modern style of design, in contrast to his personal preference for classical, simplistic designs. Passing each of the offices, he turns right to enter Imogen's, where she is waiting for him with a smile.
"Hey Scotty, glad you could make it." She remarks.
Shutting the door behind him as he enters the room, he sits down on the chair opposite Imogen, handing the bag across to her. Putting it on the floor, she gently places her right hand on the table.
"Of course." He responds. "Wanted to see how the redevelopments went."
"You like them?" She asks.
"Yeah. They look good and make the place pop." He replies, getting a laugh and a smile in response.
She is pleased to hear that. Especially as she knows he usually favours the antique and classical presentations. Much like the Adams Enterprise HQ or his own house.
"Glad you do. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about the new attire and merch." She states, steering the conversation towards the reason why she wanted to see him.
He nods, remembering Bianca informing him about that when Imogen called on Monday.
"Ah, alright. What's up?" He inquires.
"Well, we're aiming to have the design done by Saturday afternoon, but I wanted to ask if you wanted me to do one similar to your original attire? Like, the green and white pants?" She remarks.
"Yeah. Try and incorperate elements of purple and the falcon onto them too, if you can. No stress though." He states.
She notes that down in her journal before looking back up at him.
"We can absolutely do that. I already have an idea for it, but wanted to make sure that was the direction you wanted to go in." She remarks. "Also, do you want a black and silver design of the hoodie and shirt? Or just a white one?"
Scott considers this for a moment, pondering in his head how each of the designs for the hoodie and shirt would look on a proposed black and silver background, nodding to himself.
"Go with the black and silver too." He remarks.
"Alright. I'll send you through the concepts on Monday morning. Same e-mail as always?" She states.
"Yeah. Same one." He responds.
Imogen jots that down before quietly whispering something about a different project, though soon returns her focus to the task at hand.
"Alright, sweet. I'll have Shanae work on these." She states, getting an approving nod in response from Scott.
Now that his return is swinging into full gear, why not produce new merch? To him, it just makes sense. Though the 2 continue to talk about various other projects being done under the Adams Enterprise banner.
** Friday, 24 March, 2023 **
Having landed in Holland just 3 hours prior, Scott settles into the apartment he has borrowed from Khari, a friend of his, for his time here in the build up for his return. It is just him this time, as Bianca elected to stay home with Lucina and work on some things with Jane - plus compete for the MCW tomorrow.
"Three days---" he comments. "Three days until I step into the ring once more."
Reclining back, he knows this is the true point of no return. That he has dipped his toes back into the ocean, so now it is do or die. Sink or swim. Letting out a deep breath, he coaxes a slight smile.
"It's time once more." He whispers.
Allowing everything to finally sink in, he closes his eyes.
"Let's make this right." Are the final words to leave his lips as he drifts off.
This is what it has led to. This is where the road is taking him, so now--- he must make every move count. Make sure that he makes no errors. This is where he knows he needs to be and he is gonna make it all worth the while.
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