Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 11:30:32 GMT -6
Date
November 10th, 2014
Location
Fort William Gardens in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
The movement is getting stronger and stronger with every passing week, Rayne Draven-Omega and Vanessa never saw it coming. Casanova English and I weren’t planning on trying to beat them from the very beginning, we just wanted a way of officially adding Cera to our group, and as expected, she pulled it off perfectly. I’m here in my locker room dressed in a pair of black Doc Martin boots, a pair of light blue stonewashed denim jeans, a black Trivium T-shirt and a black leather jacket with my hair tied back into a ponytail, putting my wrestling gear into my duffel bag. As soon as I finish and zip my bag up, my cell phone, located in my right trouser pocket, begins vibrating, so I take it out and take a look at the Caller ID that reads ‘English’ so I answer it and put the phone to my ear.
Edward
Hey man...yeah...okay, I understand...yeah I’ll make sure my Uncle is taken care of...okay...bye...
I hang up the phone and slip it back into my pocket before picking up my duffel bag and making my way to the door which was slightly open already. Once I open the door fully, I notice my Uncle on the other side on his cell phone, dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of black polished leather shoes.
Uncle Theodore
Okay great...
He turns around and notices me standing there looking at him.
Uncle Theodore
Okay well I’ve got to get going, we’ll talk about this face to face when I get a meeting set up with you...okay...bye...
He hangs up his phone and places it into his trouser pocket.
Edward
Who was that?
Uncle Theodore
Oh, nobody, just someone I’m trying to do business with...
I look at him for a few moments, studying his facial expression and I’m starting to get the impression that he was listening in on my conversation earlier with English. I also think that he’s not being completely honest with me about who he was talking to either.
Uncle Theodore
Listen Edward, I wanted to apologize for the other week, when I cost you your match against Mikey Unlikely. I shouldn’t have distracted you when I did, it was the wrong time to start shouting out help...
Edward
I appreciate the apology Uncle, and I accept it, I’m sorry too for the things I said to you...I hope you understand that even though you’re my advocate, I can make business decisions on my own and I will continue to do so if I believe it’s the right move for me. I know you don’t trust English, but I do, if he turns out to not be trustworthy and kicks me to the curb after he’s accomplished what he wants to, then I’ll admit that I was wrong to trust him...
Uncle Theodore
I’m just looking out for you Edward, you’re my nephew...but you’re more like a son to me...I care about you a lot more than you think...
What a lying bastard, I suppose I can’t really say anything considering I’m lying to this slime balls face as well. However I continue with the act that I believe him and pat him on the shoulder as we both make our way down the corridor towards the parking lot.
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Date
November 17th, 2014
Location
Americas Best Value Inn in Thief River Falls, Minnesota
A Falls Count Anywhere match at Darkest Hour, I can’t wait to get my hands on that face-paint wearing freak of nature, Seifer Black. I’m sitting here in my hotel room, dressed in a pair of black sneakers, a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and a plain black T-shirt, relaxing after a few hours in the gym, helping myself get prepared for my upcoming match at Darkest Hour.
Edward
Fun and games are over now Seifer...all the crap you’ve been pulling with your friend Stacy at the expense of my Uncle, the childish, pathetic pranks are all going to stop...
I smirk a little.
Edward
I know what you’re thinking Seifer, you’re thinking that because you were able to force my older brother into retirement, that this will just be a walk in the park for you. Thing is, considering Jason is meant to be a Myers, he’s weak and pathetic. The Myers’ are meant to be cold and calculated, we’re meant to be evil and sadistic, but he got soft when he decide to settle down with his wife. He became weak, that’s why you were able to end his career all those years ago. You won’t be so lucky with me, I have no distractions, I have nothing holding me back!
I chuckle a little.
Edward
I know that you thrive in these kinds of matches, I know you’ve suffered many trips to the hospital because of matches like this. I know you’re one crazy son of a bitch...but when you and I do battle at Darkest Hour, I can guarantee you that I will be the one walking out with my arm raised in victory!
I slowly crack my neck from left to right.
Edward
Seifer, come Darkest Hour, your career here in VoW, Hell, you’re entire wrestling existence! Will come to a very...bitter...end!
I suddenly hear a knock at the door which diverts my attention towards it. I get to my feet and make my way over to the door and open it to find two police officers standing there.
Edward
Can I help you officers?
Officer #1
Are you Mr Edward Myers? Nephew of Mr Theodore Thompson?
Edward
Yeah, that’s me...
Officer #2
I’m afraid we have some distressing news, your Uncle was found dead earlier this morning, we are terribly sorry for your loss.
This is strange, I was meant to be taking care of him and he’s just suddenly died. I put on a saddened expression, to show that I actually give a damn.
Edward
How did it happen?
Officer #1
We believe it was a heart attack, but we’re waiting on the autopsy results to confirm it. All we can tell you is that there is no indication of foul play so we’re not treating his death as suspicious.
So that proves that English didn’t go ahead and sort my Uncle out himself, I guess it was just a coincidence. I nod towards the police officers, still looking like the news has affected me emotionally.
Edward
Thank you officers, if you’ll excuse me, I have to begin preparations for my Uncle’s funeral...
The officers nod before I close the door and lock it, I make my way over to the table and I pick up my cell phone, I scroll through my contacts and reach English’s number and call it before placing it to my ear. After a few moments, he answers on the other end.
Edward
English...turned out that I didn’t need to take care of my Uncle after all...he was found dead this morning...I’ll be able to sort out getting his money tomorrow...okay...catch you later...bye.
I hang up and put my phone back down on the table before heading towards my bedroom.