Uprising (Atlanta, Georgia)
May 4, 2008, 11:35 p.m.
I sat in the locker room, my head against the side of
my locker as I mentally berated myself.
Three title matches, all for different titles...three losses to different
people. Not exactly the way I had
envisioned my return to the business. To
be honest, I was about ready to just hang them up and be done with it. It seemed to me that the world of wrestling
had evolved during my hiatus, and I was left behind.
There were only two things keeping me going in this
business right now. One was the upcoming
tag team tournament, which I definitely wanted to get into if only because of
my past history. The other was the fact
that if I quit now, after everything that had happened, Brandy would win. Even if I were to remain in NLW in a staff
capacity, her goal in the end would be achieved--to have found a way to force
me to quit wrestling.
Call me a stubborn jackass, but I would press on a
little longer. I was not about to let
her win so easily. I had been through
worse before--hell, I returned from a broken ankle far sooner than anyone had
given me credit for. I wasn’t about to
give up that easily.
I already knew what my match in Orlando was going to be. I might not say much, but I listen, which is
more than I could say for my next opponents.
Kevin Heat is rather obnoxious, and it sickens me that he and I both
come from Charm City, as we are as diametrically opposed as is possible. It is because of the empty-headed, easily
manipulated people like him that Baltimore is
one of the deadliest big cities in the United States--people with his
mental state simply do not care as long as it doesn’t happen to them.
Then you have NLW’s version of Jekyll and Hyde: Black Rei...oh, sorry. For a second there I was lost in another
world of thought. I meant to say the
Black Phoenix. Both were normal (well, as normal as one
human and one fictional character can get anyway) until some outside stimulus
forced them into insanity. Let BP (or
Chase, if you will) talk all she wants about her “sa” and her devotion to
Lilith. It makes no matter to me. I don’t need protection from one invisible,
non-existent entity to counter the supposed harm that can be done by another
invisible, non-existent entity.
In two weeks, the result will be the same. Aphrodisia and I will roll through the pair
of you like a scythe through wheat. Heat...Chase...prepare
yourself.
You won’t want to be on the tracks when this train
comes in.
Residence of William
Prydor (Baltimore, Maryland)
May 5, 2008, 10:10 a.m.
He was quiet as he walked through the front door of his
house. Even though it was after ten, his
houseguest was still working off of Pacific time, and thought it was still a
shade after seven. He was still mentally
seething after the third title loss in NLW, and was trying to force it out of
his mind for the time being when he saw the light on the answering machine
blinking.
He paused but for a moment, sizing up his options before
walking over and hitting the ‘play’ button.
“You have one un-played message.
Today, 2:15 a.m.”
Silence followed for a moment before he heard someone
whispering, “Choke. Choke. You can’t do it so you choke. Give it up, King Choke. You’re nothing. You’re less than nothing...you’re scum.”
The “click” of a phone hanging up signaled the end of the
message, and he just shook his head. It
had to be someone on the NLW roster, as he just did not hand out his phone
number to all and sundry. If he were a
betting man, he’d lay odds on the fact that it was likely Black Phoenix leaving
the voice message--her actions within NLW alone would make that a safe bet.
However, that was not of importance at the moment. He had some other, more pressing matters to
take care of--the first of which would be the re-acquisition of Brandy’s
portion of the End of Nowhere, so he could once again own the entire area. From there, he would take any and all actions
possible to eliminate her from his life, and move on.
A knock on the door interrupted his thinking, and as he
checked the clock, he saw that his visitor was on time, as expected. Striding to the front door, he opened it to
find a man in a suit and tie standing on his front porch, with a briefcase in
his left hand.
“Mr. Prydor? John
Reynolds, Harford County Department of Housing.”
“Ah, good morning, Mr. Reynolds. Please, come in.”
In short order the two were seated, and Reynolds began his
spiel.
“Mr. Prydor, under most circumstances I would not be
making a house call in regards to disputes of ownership. However, given the rather unusual
circumstances surrounding this entire situation, we feel that it’s imperative
that this situation be resolved in a civil and efficient manner.”
At Will’s nod, Reynolds continued. “I have looked over the documentation, and
can see where the deed for the parcel of land in question is under both your
name and Ms. McDonald’s name. Everything
appears to be in order, so if I may ask, what is the dispute?”
“The situation is this:
as you likely know by now, Ms. McDonald is being held in prison on
counts in three different jurisdictions, with charges ranging from ‘simple
assault’ to ‘conspiracy to murder.’ I
would like to know what sort of action I can undertake in order for her to cede
her claim on the property in question.”
Reynolds paused for a moment, considering the situation at
hand. “It seems to me that this should
be a fairly simple matter. Let me confer
with my supervisor, who would have an answer to this, and get back to you.”
“Fair enough.”
Five minutes later, he was alone in the kitchen once again
when Elyssa came out of the guest bedroom.
Her face held a look of anxiety on it as she sat down to face him.
“Will...you are never going to believe what I found last
weekend.”
“Try me, Elyssa.”
“All right...you remember that odd rock formation that’s
about ten minutes away from the cliff side?”
He nodded. He knew
it well enough...he and Brandy huddled there in that hangover to avoid a sudden
rain squall once, and.... Sighing, he
forced that thought out of his head. “Go
on.”
“Well, I was poking around there the other day and found
that the back wall is a façade. There’s
more to that overhang; it’s a full cavern by the looks of it!”
This caught his attention.
In all the time he had owned the End of Nowhere, he didn’t know that
there was an underground labyrinth there as well. “Are you certain?”
“Dead certain, Will.
I didn’t want to explore in case something happened, but it’s something
we should take a look at.”
He paused for a moment, thinking. He really had to prepare for the tag match in
two weeks, but the thought of something like this on his land was just too
tempting to ignore.
“We’ll look into it in a couple of days. I have some things I have to attend to
first.”
If only he knew what was in store for him.
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