Post by Andrew Ashton on May 18, 2013 9:04:26 GMT -6
Was it inevitable that one day I’d step into a Sin Wrestling ring, if only for a one-off appearance?
I think so.
I’ve always had a respect for Sin. I’ve watched from the distance somewhat. Over the years I’d made friends with a couple of people that stepped through their ropes and liked to see how they were doing. The company reminded me a lot of New Era Wrestling which I’ve missed since it closed its doors for the final time.
If you look at the Sin Wrestling alumni, it’s a lot of people I had worked with in New Era Wrestling. I must admit that when NEW closed its doors, I did consider jumping over, but my loyalty stopped me from doing so. A big part of me always wonders what could have been – would I have had the same success? I saw Morgana come over and dominate; a person I hold more wins over than there are people that have fapped to her.
And that’s a lot.
Morgana, Tony Millennia, JJ Robertson, Gwenivere Jordan, Nikita, Adora, Chris Extreme, even the World champion – my brother – Corey Ashton, they all came from New Era Wrestling and were extremely successful here. They came from the place that I made my own – the place that I carried on my own two shoulders. When you think of New Era Wrestling, you don’t think of any of those guys, you think of Andrew Ashton.
I hold the records for capturing the title the most times, for having the longest reign in the company’s history, holding every single title and becoming a legend.
Now I’m coming here a nobody; a distant memory. I’ve got everything to prove and everything to lose.
Unfortunately for Jean-Paul Lackluster and that crazy bitch he’s got wrapped around his finger, that’s the kind of pressure I’ve built a career around. If it wasn’t for that kind of pressure, I wouldn’t have had half of the success I’ve had in this business.
I’m not losing my first and only match in Sin Wrestling.
When I got the phone call from Corey to come and watch his match against Lacklan, I did some research. Image wise, he looks menacing and intimidating. Part of me was hoping he’d live up to the image I had of him in my head when he stepped into the ring with Corey. Needless to say not only was I disappointed by his lacklustre performance, but I also did some snooping to see what his whole schtick was. I wish I hadn’t.
I mean, tripping on acid and seeing God? You honestly believe you saw God? Most logical people would just put that down to a bad trip or a fucking awesome trip depending on your perspective. You saw God and he told you to clean up wrestling? Forget making the world a better place, trying to bring peace to war torn nations or helping starving children.
Bill Hicks had an awesome acid trip and was told something extremely insightful and thought provoking.
Jean-Paul Lackluster sees God on an acid trip and is told to clean up wrestling? And people follow your lead? What a fucking joke. If this God you saw is real, aren’t we all supposed to be his children? What makes you so fucking special? Special needs more like.
Maybe I need to use words that are more vulgar and hang around with people who like to call people Jews to seem edgy and “cool”.
After what I have seen from you, Lackluster, I hope you have a recording of your World title match, because as more people flock to Sin Wrestling the more I think it will be the last main event you see for a while. In fact, I find it an insult that you’ve been allowed to step into the ring with me.
Rather than complain, I’m going to take it out on your face.
I can be another notch on your list of achievements. Had a World title match – lost. Went against Andrew Ashton in his first ever Sin Wrestling match – lost. A career built on glorious failures!
The fact that Ava is around you shows her mental state. For a crazy bitch, I’m actually quite impressed with her. Maybe she’ll still be hanging around with the big boys (and presumably trying to fuck them) when you’re floating around the mid-card where you belong.
The way I remember Chris, if he isn’t willing to stick his cock inside you then there is definitely something wrong with you. You are either just an absolute fuck up or have the most rancid vagina known to man. I think if I was female and Chris wasn’t letting me bang him, I’d turn crazy too.
All you guys need to know is one Ashton is a tough enough test for anyone to overcome – hence why my brother is your World champion. Two Ashton’s is an impossible task to overcome.
Sin Wrestling is finally going to see why I am the Final Star.
INT. KeyArena
Seattle, Washington – 05/17/13
I’ll be honest, when I was asked would I take part in a match for Sin Wrestling, I had no idea it was going to be in Seattle. It showed me just how much it was meant to be.
I’ve seen heights in my career that I couldn’t even dream about reaching when I was getting in to this business. I’ve been the most loved person in a company, merchandise sales through the roof, fans chanting my name when I wasn’t even in the ring, to the most hated. I’ve ended careers, I’ve cheated to win, and I’ve known no limits to what I’ll do to win. Throughout my mistakes, Seattle has always loved me.
It had been over ten years since I’d last wrestled in Seattle. Hell, it had been over ten years since I’d wrestled for more than 5500 people. Sitting in the empty KeyArena and imagining just how packed out the building was going to be with people anxious to see my return to my home town had me feeling anxious, fearful and excited all at the same time.
I fucking loved that feeling.
I was going to make sure I relished every second of it. I didn’t know when I’d wrestle in Seattle again – for all I knew this match was going to be my last time. It was extra incentive to bring my A-game even more.
Corey would be the first Ashton to bring a World championship to Seattle in a while. Part of me absolutely fucking hated it. My competitive nature with my brothers is something that I’ve worn on my sleeve my entire career; I want to be the best out of the bunch. In my eyes I was – one World title reign could never take away everything I’d achieved in my career. I felt like the Michael Jordan of my family.
Another part of me was extremely proud. Don’t get me wrong, Corey could be the biggest dick on the planet. He’d rub people the wrong way for sport and then wonder why he didn’t get the breaks he felt he deserved. He went from company to company refusing to blame himself for when things went wrong. His accountability was non-existent, but I started to see a change in his attitude as soon as he signed for Sin.
Throughout his entire “fuck this, I don’t need any of this” attitude, he’s still always worked his fingers to the bone to try and get to the top. It’s like he was scared of letting anyone know just how much holding a world title meant to him; like he felt he had to hold one to live up to the family name. To anyone watching from the outside, it was obvious to see how hard he was trying no matter how much he tried to deny it.
I sat in the gods of the KeyArena watching the ring crew setting up the ring. It just helped build the excitement I was feeling more and more. I couldn’t remember a time I’d wanted to get into the ring so badly since I came out of retirement.
My silence was interrupted by my phone starting to vibrate. I quickly got it out of my pocket and saw Corey’s name. My relationship with Corey was the best it had been in a long time, but at the minute he was unbearable to be around. Now that he was World champion, he was using it to overcompensate for his minuscule penis.
I put the phone to my ear. “What’s up, Corey?”
“Uh, Drew, I need to tell you something,” he said, concern evident in his voice.
Last I’d heard from Corey, he was going out to celebrate, so my money was on he had either caught an STD from some disease filled skank or he was lost.
“What’s up?” I enquired.
“…I’M THE CHAMP, BITCH!” he shouted down the phone, laughing his ass off afterwards.
Again, I sighed. I was struggling to hold my envy anyway, the last thing I needed was him throwing it in my face every opportunity he got, which he was.
“How it feel, Drew?” he continued. “You come out of retirement, the Final Star returns! And you end up wrestling for like eight people every two weeks on a college campus in San Diego? Meanwhile, here I am, CHAMPION of a company known around the world! That’s a damn shame” he continued to laugh.
“Suck a dick,” was the only reply I could muster.
It just fuelled his amusement even more. “You should be grateful you get to be in the ring with a champion, Drew. You just hang tight and I’ll get us through this match, okay? Kay.”
“Speaking of which,” I quickly shot in in-between his laughter. “Come to my house later on, we could use a little training. When is the last time either of us has had a tag team match?”
The laughter got even louder. “Your last two matches were tag matches and you lost! You jobbing to nobodies!” he shouted. I wasn’t even in the same room as him and I could tell he had tears rolling down his face.
I hung my head. “Look, just meet me at my house later,” I shouted over his laughter.
“WOOOOO” he began to shout before I hung up on him.
I wanted to give Corey the opportunity to gloat. He did deserve it. His only problem was that he didn’t know when to draw a line in the sand. He’d had his title stolen and he still took every opportunity to rub it in my face that he was champion.
Well now it was my turn to figuratively rub my balls in his face.
INT. My Residence
Seattle, Washington – 05/17/13
The intercom buzzed throughout the house. I fucking hated the ear-piercing screech but it was needed so that it was heard wherever you were in the house.
Rich people problems.
My house was my pride and joy. I didn’t realize just how much I missed it until I stepped back through the door. I’d been gone for months in San Diego, living in a place that was nice but nowhere near as big and didn’t have any of my personality in it. It was basically just a place to sleep.
“What’s up, baby?” Corey said in a tone not unlike a pimp when he reached the house.
“You smell like a monkey’s asshole.” I responded.
“You pound monkey asshole.” Corey said and smiled.
“Nice. Follow me. I want to show you something.”
I watched intently as my brother stumbled through my house. I cringed at every bump into the wall and near accident. He was a walking nightmare, but a talented one at that. We headed down to my basement.
“I sure hope you’re not taking me down here to have your way with me.” Corey snickered out and grabbed the railing. He staggered down the staircase into the darkness. I followed behind quietly.
“I think you’d enjoy that too much, Corey.”
“Why’s it so fucking dark in here? I can’t see shit. Are you keeping little Filipino boys captive or something?”
I rolled my eyes. I rubbed my hand against the wall and found the light switch. I flicked it on and there was a bright light.
I guess I should have expected Corey’s response. I had forgotten how uncommon it was for people to see what actually I was housing in my basement. Regardless, the loud scream took me back.
“Ahh! What the fuck is Da Man doing here?”
Da Man, dazed and smiling wide, stood behind an old-timey ticket booth. He hadn’t showered nor moved in days. Some say Da Man had been there before the dawn of time, or at least until six months ago when I picked him up from the highway. He wore a tour hat, tie and a pair of soiled tighty-whities.
“Howdy ho, Corey! Welcome to Da Man Tours. Could I interest you in a tour of the facility?” Da Man kept incredibly still, almost robotic.
I had to admit, I enjoyed watching Corey’s horrified expression.
“Okay..” Corey finally replied.
“Excellent vagina, sir.” Da Man said. He had a habit of throwing random words together in hopes of them making sense. In this case, he was correct.
It took Da Man almost twenty minutes to get out of the booth, but we finally got him enough butter to slide him on out. But he never lost that dark, yellow smile. He was a real gem.
“I apologize for that num num, gentleman. If you will follow me, I will show you everything.” Da Man said and took precisely two steps forward towards a golf cart. “If you’d please take a seat, we can get this tour underway!”
Corey turned to me, anger on his face. “A fucking golf cart? You can get to the end of this place in 25 fucking steps!”
I didn’t give a fuck. “Corey, kay? Kay. Step onto the cart.” I said, ushering him into a prime seat next to Da Man.
Da Man gave Corey that stained smile. “Welcome to the Andrew Ashton Museum Tour of Achievements and Awesomeness!” he said with enthusiasm. “Keep your arms inside, do not touch any of the memorabilia and let’s get going!”
I sat on the back of the cart unable to hide my delight at the pain Corey was going through. Hiring Da Man might have seemed like a weird idea for my own personal museum but it was now totally worth it.
The cart slowly moved forward a mighty two yards before coming to a stop.
Da Man pressed a button on a remote control which turned on a light on the wall. The light illuminated that section and made visible a framed picture of myself lifting a tag title over my head. Below in a cabinet were the tag titles themselves.
“Here we see Andrew, or as he was known then, Andy Jones, lifting the XWW tag team titles with his friend David Lunar. The two would go on to keep those titles until XWW closed!” Da Man said.
Corey tried to get up until I put my hand on his shoulder and held him down.
“This is bullshit!” he protested. “I’m the champ, I don’t want to see any of this crap!”
“Don’t interrupt Da Man, Corey.” I said politely.
Da Man pressed the button and turned off the light. He put his foot down on the accelerator of the cart and moved it forward to the next part of the wall. Pushing the button again, it illuminated and again showed another picture.
“Here we see Andrew Ashton signing his contract for New Era Wrestling. This would be the company that he excelled in. When people thought of New Era Wrestling, they thought of Andrew Ashton because of all of his accomplishments there!” Da Man continued with a smile.
The tour continued to the next part of the wall.
“Uh, we can skip this one, Da Man,” I said, knowing what was coming up. “It’s not important.”
Not listening, Da Man lit up the wall. On the wall were numerous pictures of myself pinning Morgana, as well as having her in a number of questionable positions. “Here we se—“
I quickly leant over the front of the cart and flicked the light off right away.
Da Man grabbed my hand and pulled on it. The two of us began to fight. “I said not to touch anything!”
“It’s my fucking house!” I shouted as Da Man put me in a headlock. The smell of him was unbearable.
Corey saw his chance to get off the cart and did. He ran towards the stepped and turned around. “Look, I don’t need to see the achievements of a fossil. What matters is that I’m the champ and you’re the chump! Woo!” He began to strut up the stairs.
I stopped fighting and rested my head against Da Man’s rotund stomach. It was surprisingly soft.
Corey could have his moment. I guess he was right, having all of the achievements in the world didn’t mean anything against someone who is currently the best in the company. The only thing I could do was show that my ability was still unquestionable. The tag team match at Entropy was not only an opportunity to shut up Lacklan, but also to show my brother that while he has the title, I’m still the Final Star.
I think so.
I’ve always had a respect for Sin. I’ve watched from the distance somewhat. Over the years I’d made friends with a couple of people that stepped through their ropes and liked to see how they were doing. The company reminded me a lot of New Era Wrestling which I’ve missed since it closed its doors for the final time.
If you look at the Sin Wrestling alumni, it’s a lot of people I had worked with in New Era Wrestling. I must admit that when NEW closed its doors, I did consider jumping over, but my loyalty stopped me from doing so. A big part of me always wonders what could have been – would I have had the same success? I saw Morgana come over and dominate; a person I hold more wins over than there are people that have fapped to her.
And that’s a lot.
Morgana, Tony Millennia, JJ Robertson, Gwenivere Jordan, Nikita, Adora, Chris Extreme, even the World champion – my brother – Corey Ashton, they all came from New Era Wrestling and were extremely successful here. They came from the place that I made my own – the place that I carried on my own two shoulders. When you think of New Era Wrestling, you don’t think of any of those guys, you think of Andrew Ashton.
I hold the records for capturing the title the most times, for having the longest reign in the company’s history, holding every single title and becoming a legend.
Now I’m coming here a nobody; a distant memory. I’ve got everything to prove and everything to lose.
Unfortunately for Jean-Paul Lackluster and that crazy bitch he’s got wrapped around his finger, that’s the kind of pressure I’ve built a career around. If it wasn’t for that kind of pressure, I wouldn’t have had half of the success I’ve had in this business.
I’m not losing my first and only match in Sin Wrestling.
When I got the phone call from Corey to come and watch his match against Lacklan, I did some research. Image wise, he looks menacing and intimidating. Part of me was hoping he’d live up to the image I had of him in my head when he stepped into the ring with Corey. Needless to say not only was I disappointed by his lacklustre performance, but I also did some snooping to see what his whole schtick was. I wish I hadn’t.
I mean, tripping on acid and seeing God? You honestly believe you saw God? Most logical people would just put that down to a bad trip or a fucking awesome trip depending on your perspective. You saw God and he told you to clean up wrestling? Forget making the world a better place, trying to bring peace to war torn nations or helping starving children.
Bill Hicks had an awesome acid trip and was told something extremely insightful and thought provoking.
“All matter is energy condensed to a slow vibration - that we are all one conscience experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream and we are all the imagination of ourselves.”
- Bill Hicks
Jean-Paul Lackluster sees God on an acid trip and is told to clean up wrestling? And people follow your lead? What a fucking joke. If this God you saw is real, aren’t we all supposed to be his children? What makes you so fucking special? Special needs more like.
Maybe I need to use words that are more vulgar and hang around with people who like to call people Jews to seem edgy and “cool”.
After what I have seen from you, Lackluster, I hope you have a recording of your World title match, because as more people flock to Sin Wrestling the more I think it will be the last main event you see for a while. In fact, I find it an insult that you’ve been allowed to step into the ring with me.
Rather than complain, I’m going to take it out on your face.
I can be another notch on your list of achievements. Had a World title match – lost. Went against Andrew Ashton in his first ever Sin Wrestling match – lost. A career built on glorious failures!
The fact that Ava is around you shows her mental state. For a crazy bitch, I’m actually quite impressed with her. Maybe she’ll still be hanging around with the big boys (and presumably trying to fuck them) when you’re floating around the mid-card where you belong.
The way I remember Chris, if he isn’t willing to stick his cock inside you then there is definitely something wrong with you. You are either just an absolute fuck up or have the most rancid vagina known to man. I think if I was female and Chris wasn’t letting me bang him, I’d turn crazy too.
All you guys need to know is one Ashton is a tough enough test for anyone to overcome – hence why my brother is your World champion. Two Ashton’s is an impossible task to overcome.
Sin Wrestling is finally going to see why I am the Final Star.
INT. KeyArena
Seattle, Washington – 05/17/13
I’ll be honest, when I was asked would I take part in a match for Sin Wrestling, I had no idea it was going to be in Seattle. It showed me just how much it was meant to be.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home,
Tell the world I’m coming home.
I’ve seen heights in my career that I couldn’t even dream about reaching when I was getting in to this business. I’ve been the most loved person in a company, merchandise sales through the roof, fans chanting my name when I wasn’t even in the ring, to the most hated. I’ve ended careers, I’ve cheated to win, and I’ve known no limits to what I’ll do to win. Throughout my mistakes, Seattle has always loved me.
My kingdom awaits
and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
It had been over ten years since I’d last wrestled in Seattle. Hell, it had been over ten years since I’d wrestled for more than 5500 people. Sitting in the empty KeyArena and imagining just how packed out the building was going to be with people anxious to see my return to my home town had me feeling anxious, fearful and excited all at the same time.
I fucking loved that feeling.
Back where I belong
I never felt so strong.
I was going to make sure I relished every second of it. I didn’t know when I’d wrestle in Seattle again – for all I knew this match was going to be my last time. It was extra incentive to bring my A-game even more.
Corey would be the first Ashton to bring a World championship to Seattle in a while. Part of me absolutely fucking hated it. My competitive nature with my brothers is something that I’ve worn on my sleeve my entire career; I want to be the best out of the bunch. In my eyes I was – one World title reign could never take away everything I’d achieved in my career. I felt like the Michael Jordan of my family.
Another part of me was extremely proud. Don’t get me wrong, Corey could be the biggest dick on the planet. He’d rub people the wrong way for sport and then wonder why he didn’t get the breaks he felt he deserved. He went from company to company refusing to blame himself for when things went wrong. His accountability was non-existent, but I started to see a change in his attitude as soon as he signed for Sin.
Throughout his entire “fuck this, I don’t need any of this” attitude, he’s still always worked his fingers to the bone to try and get to the top. It’s like he was scared of letting anyone know just how much holding a world title meant to him; like he felt he had to hold one to live up to the family name. To anyone watching from the outside, it was obvious to see how hard he was trying no matter how much he tried to deny it.
I sat in the gods of the KeyArena watching the ring crew setting up the ring. It just helped build the excitement I was feeling more and more. I couldn’t remember a time I’d wanted to get into the ring so badly since I came out of retirement.
My silence was interrupted by my phone starting to vibrate. I quickly got it out of my pocket and saw Corey’s name. My relationship with Corey was the best it had been in a long time, but at the minute he was unbearable to be around. Now that he was World champion, he was using it to overcompensate for his minuscule penis.
I put the phone to my ear. “What’s up, Corey?”
“Uh, Drew, I need to tell you something,” he said, concern evident in his voice.
Last I’d heard from Corey, he was going out to celebrate, so my money was on he had either caught an STD from some disease filled skank or he was lost.
“What’s up?” I enquired.
“…I’M THE CHAMP, BITCH!” he shouted down the phone, laughing his ass off afterwards.
Again, I sighed. I was struggling to hold my envy anyway, the last thing I needed was him throwing it in my face every opportunity he got, which he was.
“How it feel, Drew?” he continued. “You come out of retirement, the Final Star returns! And you end up wrestling for like eight people every two weeks on a college campus in San Diego? Meanwhile, here I am, CHAMPION of a company known around the world! That’s a damn shame” he continued to laugh.
“Suck a dick,” was the only reply I could muster.
It just fuelled his amusement even more. “You should be grateful you get to be in the ring with a champion, Drew. You just hang tight and I’ll get us through this match, okay? Kay.”
“Speaking of which,” I quickly shot in in-between his laughter. “Come to my house later on, we could use a little training. When is the last time either of us has had a tag team match?”
The laughter got even louder. “Your last two matches were tag matches and you lost! You jobbing to nobodies!” he shouted. I wasn’t even in the same room as him and I could tell he had tears rolling down his face.
I hung my head. “Look, just meet me at my house later,” I shouted over his laughter.
“WOOOOO” he began to shout before I hung up on him.
I wanted to give Corey the opportunity to gloat. He did deserve it. His only problem was that he didn’t know when to draw a line in the sand. He’d had his title stolen and he still took every opportunity to rub it in my face that he was champion.
Well now it was my turn to figuratively rub my balls in his face.
INT. My Residence
Seattle, Washington – 05/17/13
The intercom buzzed throughout the house. I fucking hated the ear-piercing screech but it was needed so that it was heard wherever you were in the house.
Rich people problems.
My house was my pride and joy. I didn’t realize just how much I missed it until I stepped back through the door. I’d been gone for months in San Diego, living in a place that was nice but nowhere near as big and didn’t have any of my personality in it. It was basically just a place to sleep.
“What’s up, baby?” Corey said in a tone not unlike a pimp when he reached the house.
“You smell like a monkey’s asshole.” I responded.
“You pound monkey asshole.” Corey said and smiled.
“Nice. Follow me. I want to show you something.”
I watched intently as my brother stumbled through my house. I cringed at every bump into the wall and near accident. He was a walking nightmare, but a talented one at that. We headed down to my basement.
“I sure hope you’re not taking me down here to have your way with me.” Corey snickered out and grabbed the railing. He staggered down the staircase into the darkness. I followed behind quietly.
“I think you’d enjoy that too much, Corey.”
“Why’s it so fucking dark in here? I can’t see shit. Are you keeping little Filipino boys captive or something?”
I rolled my eyes. I rubbed my hand against the wall and found the light switch. I flicked it on and there was a bright light.
I guess I should have expected Corey’s response. I had forgotten how uncommon it was for people to see what actually I was housing in my basement. Regardless, the loud scream took me back.
“Ahh! What the fuck is Da Man doing here?”
Da Man, dazed and smiling wide, stood behind an old-timey ticket booth. He hadn’t showered nor moved in days. Some say Da Man had been there before the dawn of time, or at least until six months ago when I picked him up from the highway. He wore a tour hat, tie and a pair of soiled tighty-whities.
“Howdy ho, Corey! Welcome to Da Man Tours. Could I interest you in a tour of the facility?” Da Man kept incredibly still, almost robotic.
I had to admit, I enjoyed watching Corey’s horrified expression.
“Okay..” Corey finally replied.
“Excellent vagina, sir.” Da Man said. He had a habit of throwing random words together in hopes of them making sense. In this case, he was correct.
It took Da Man almost twenty minutes to get out of the booth, but we finally got him enough butter to slide him on out. But he never lost that dark, yellow smile. He was a real gem.
“I apologize for that num num, gentleman. If you will follow me, I will show you everything.” Da Man said and took precisely two steps forward towards a golf cart. “If you’d please take a seat, we can get this tour underway!”
Corey turned to me, anger on his face. “A fucking golf cart? You can get to the end of this place in 25 fucking steps!”
I didn’t give a fuck. “Corey, kay? Kay. Step onto the cart.” I said, ushering him into a prime seat next to Da Man.
Da Man gave Corey that stained smile. “Welcome to the Andrew Ashton Museum Tour of Achievements and Awesomeness!” he said with enthusiasm. “Keep your arms inside, do not touch any of the memorabilia and let’s get going!”
I sat on the back of the cart unable to hide my delight at the pain Corey was going through. Hiring Da Man might have seemed like a weird idea for my own personal museum but it was now totally worth it.
The cart slowly moved forward a mighty two yards before coming to a stop.
Da Man pressed a button on a remote control which turned on a light on the wall. The light illuminated that section and made visible a framed picture of myself lifting a tag title over my head. Below in a cabinet were the tag titles themselves.
“Here we see Andrew, or as he was known then, Andy Jones, lifting the XWW tag team titles with his friend David Lunar. The two would go on to keep those titles until XWW closed!” Da Man said.
Corey tried to get up until I put my hand on his shoulder and held him down.
“This is bullshit!” he protested. “I’m the champ, I don’t want to see any of this crap!”
“Don’t interrupt Da Man, Corey.” I said politely.
Da Man pressed the button and turned off the light. He put his foot down on the accelerator of the cart and moved it forward to the next part of the wall. Pushing the button again, it illuminated and again showed another picture.
“Here we see Andrew Ashton signing his contract for New Era Wrestling. This would be the company that he excelled in. When people thought of New Era Wrestling, they thought of Andrew Ashton because of all of his accomplishments there!” Da Man continued with a smile.
The tour continued to the next part of the wall.
“Uh, we can skip this one, Da Man,” I said, knowing what was coming up. “It’s not important.”
Not listening, Da Man lit up the wall. On the wall were numerous pictures of myself pinning Morgana, as well as having her in a number of questionable positions. “Here we se—“
I quickly leant over the front of the cart and flicked the light off right away.
Da Man grabbed my hand and pulled on it. The two of us began to fight. “I said not to touch anything!”
“It’s my fucking house!” I shouted as Da Man put me in a headlock. The smell of him was unbearable.
Corey saw his chance to get off the cart and did. He ran towards the stepped and turned around. “Look, I don’t need to see the achievements of a fossil. What matters is that I’m the champ and you’re the chump! Woo!” He began to strut up the stairs.
I stopped fighting and rested my head against Da Man’s rotund stomach. It was surprisingly soft.
Corey could have his moment. I guess he was right, having all of the achievements in the world didn’t mean anything against someone who is currently the best in the company. The only thing I could do was show that my ability was still unquestionable. The tag team match at Entropy was not only an opportunity to shut up Lacklan, but also to show my brother that while he has the title, I’m still the Final Star.
