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Imperial · (05-16-2017)

Four Years Ago

He stood by the doorway, staring out through the door blankly. He knew his hand was waving at his side, he knew a tear was falling down his cheek and he knew that somewhere deep in his chest he was going to hurt but at this one second, he felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. He heard Jackson clear his throat to his right, but his gaze never shifted. His sister stared back at him, her bright blue eyes a stark contrast to her pearly white skin. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were flushed, tears poured down freely as she struggled against the large hands taking her away.

Danny bit down on his lip, he refused to cry. He felt his fingernails dig into the arm that was at his side, and he could feel his newly defined muscles tensing throughout his body. Someone was hurting her, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. The thought killed him inside. No, he had to be strong for her. She had to believe that this was best for her.

“DANNY!!! DON’T LET ME LEAVE”

Her final scream of agony pierced through the air. It broke him. He lurched forward, going to grab her hand and somehow yank her back through the doors. He was strong now, he’d been training for almost a year. He could fight them. He could rip his spineless father off her and take down the two grown bodyguards helping with his sister’s removal. He would find a way.

Thump.

A large hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back abruptly. Danny, off balance, fell on his butt. Pathetic. Sitting on his ass, he was forced to look at the door close on his sister and his father. His mother, emotionless as always, turned on her heel and walked up the stairs. He heard her sniffle somewhere up the stairs though, he could swear it. The last he saw of his sister, she was pushed into the backseat of a beautifully disgusting blue sedan, opposite to her father.

Danny slammed a fist into the parquet he was sitting on. Pain rushed through his wrist but he didn’t flinch

.

“What the fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

“I’ve taught you better than that, use your words.”

Danny turned to look at Jackson standing to his side. He looked straight into his steely grey eyes, eyes that hid so much emotion behind a perfectly controlled expression. Danny, in contrast, struggled to maintain his composure as he could feel tears at the precipice of his control. Defiantly, he replied to him.

“Fuck.”

Jackson wrapped his arms around the seated teenager, pulling him into his shoulder as Danny crumbled. He knew, on that day, that he was the only parent Danny would ever have, here on out. Danny knew that Jackson would be the only person that would always be there for him.

The camera comes to life, clearly somewhere in the corner of the big red room you find yourself in. Danny’s still in his wrestling gear, dripping in sweat with a stupid grin on his face. Jackson has his legs crossed, his back to Danny and watching the night’s Savage show on a big screen. Without turning around, he throws a towel back to Danny, which is caught in one quick motion. Danny takes the towel to his hair, soaking up his swear.

“Yo, Jackson, did you get a load of that Josh Reno? Fuck me, huh?”

“No thank you on the offer, but yes, what about him?”

“Did you see him curled up and bawling? In the ring. In front of thousands… How’d he get a contract here again?”

“Big men cry too Danny, I mean, look at you and you got a contract didn’t ya?”

“What! I don’t cry. I couldn’t shed a tear if I wanted to.”

“Sure Danny, sure. You caught this Main promo yet? Might just make you cry.”

“You’re kidding right? I know he’s been releasing a flurry of videos. I mean… It’s not like he’s got anything better to do, huh?”

“Well, he’s promoting his match. He’s paid to do that. ”

“Easy to do when he wrestles just about never, and even when he does, has the backing of his goons.”

“I shan’t contest that, you have had quite the schedule recently. I wouldn’t go so far as to call AX3 his goons though.”

“Well he’s definitely more of the goon in that group I guess. They’ve got one raving lunatic and the other three are busy measuring their dicks to see who’s small enough to be the leader.”

“Small enough?”

“Well, you know, with ego’s as big as theirs all in one little group, they must have something they’re making up for?”

“Fair enough. Do you want to watch it or not?”

“Sure, go ahead, put it on the big screen. What is this, the third one?”

“Well… There’s a fourth one out too.”

“Are you kidding me? Doesn’t he have knob-polishing duties or something. Lord. I mean I’m sure the number of promos he’s releasing are just his way of overwhelming me and trying to one-up me on merchandise sales, but lord. I get he needs to maximize on the few times he steps up to the plate, but… LORD.”

“Just hush up and watch, he’s got quite the choice words for you.”

Jackson hits a button on the remote control, switching the channel out from the live Savage broadcast to a recording of Robert Main’s promo titled ”Fall of A Champion #3. Danny gets on the floor, working on his post-match stretches whilst keeping his eyes on the screen. Johnny Cash begins to play and Danny can’t help but grin.

“Well, at least he’s got good taste in music.”

Quote:“And so the uncrowned king speaks!”

Danny exclaims loudly, tipping Jackson to hit the pause button after the sentence.

“Hah! Uncrowned king? I’d like to think that’s just a premonitory statement. A king does need a crown, he’s right he is. I’m just going to have to fix that when I pry my deserved crown out from his cold, unconscious hands on Wednesday, huh Jackson? I appreciate this rat’s concern though.”

Jackson lets the video continue to play, but almost immediately hits pause again after another sound from Danny.

Quote:“Danny, you finally decided to come out from whatever rock you were hiding under wallowing in your own self-pity.”

“Well… I guess Robert Main’s so unused to fighting on a weekly basis that anyone putting his boots on and fighting for his pay is hiding under a rock. Does he expect me to pay him any attention when there’s someone else I have to face before him? Only work he really knows is the aforementioned knob-polishing, beat downs and facing nobody’s like Drake and The Revival. Rock, hah.”

Danny sighs exaggeratedly again, and this time after pausing, Jackson just throws the remote towards Danny and asks him to keep it.

Quote:“Get that feeling of winning again huh?”

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“But.. But.. BUT! THE WHOLE POINT OF MY PROMO WAS TO SHOW THAT PEOPLE ALSO LEARNT HOW TO LOSE. WHY. He just skimmed it didn’t he. Probably hit speed x16 to whiz passed everything I said and just focused on the fun pictures. WHICH I PUT IN THERE TO KEEP HIS GOLDFISH-FUCKING-ATTENTION SPAN, fat help that did. Some people just make my skin crawl, complain about my silence, but don’t even bother to pay attention to the one promo I did release.

I mean, studies have shown that the flashing pictures help with retention of kids that struggle with their attention spans. Clearly I need to try harder with Robert Main though, hopefully the fans got it, eh Jack?”

Quote:“So I'll try not to focus so much on the random bull shit you've thrown in”

“HEY! I take pride in that random bull shit, that’s kind of my style, if he hasn’t quite gotten it yet *Sniff* I mean, maybe he doesn’t like it. Is he gonna deep dive into the inner workings of my mind then?”

Quote:“Now I see you have chosen to call me Bobby”

“No. No, he did not. JACK. He did not. HAH! Did poor Main just say that he’s going to not focus on the bull shit, get serious but then take issue with me calling him BOBBY. I’m not allowed to refer to him by possibly the most common nickname given to those named Robert. What. The special education teachers wouldn’t need to give me a hand with that, I’d have to literally have just met, read about or heard about another Robert. The only people that call a Robert, Robert are probably the special education teachers paid to help him remember that that’s his name. HE CALLS ME DANNY. You know, short for Daniel? Does anybody see me throwing a fit? Oh lord. Jackson, take him away Jackson, please.”

Quote:“Your girl Dolly”

“Where is he even getting these things from? We literally helped each other once. Once to chase AX3 vermin away. Suddenly she’s my girl Dolly? That’d fit like a glove for his freakshow Graves and his next victim, Thaddeus. Dolly could easily be referred to as their girl. But my girl? I’m sorry, have we ever genuinely spoken since then or before then? AND WHO’S MAKING FUN OF THE WAY HE DRESSES. Delusions are a beautiful way to live life, and making up words for me so he can refute them must really helps him add some girth to his promos… Keep at it, Chump.”

Quote:“ It makes your skin crawl knowing I'm right”

“Oh man oh man. Someone thinks I care that much about him. I figured my apparent silence up to now is proof that I didn’t quite give much of a shit about what Main says. Sure I think he’s formidable in the ring, which is why I’ve been training. And sure I think Savage is more important than responding to one of his little baseball park rants, but why does he think anything he says makes my skin crawl? The thought of my losing makes me uncomfortable, it keeps me up at night. The fact that he’s saying could be compared to the village idiot screaming that the sky is blue. We know hun, we know.”

Quote:“You see Danny I really don't think you are listening to my words.”

“Irony.”

Quote:“You even called me, The Omega a double fucking champion here in the XWF a mid card wrestler.”

“Well, he won one title by prying it off the hands of a motley crew of amateurs. And his previous title by winning a fatal four way back when I first debuted. He hasn’t released it out from it’s cage since then… And really doesn’t mean much. A double champion of his calibre definitely keeps him in the mid-card.. Right? I mean, if he’s facing me. Fresh into the XWF… It can’t mean much. XWF isn’t throwing Universal title shots at me for a reason. Pfft.”

Quote:“Look at the merchandise!”

“Sorry, does he mean that ugly trash that’s painted on with all of AX3’s faces? Hard to really consider that Main merchandise when he’s but a glorified roadie to the Universal Champions in the group. Riding off their fame and glory is real classy, Main.”

Quote:“There is not a single one on the Imperial shit list”

“Wasn’t Scully a Universal Champion? I could swear people were bitching about that before and after I faced him. A shitty one, but a Universal Champion nonetheless… Right? And isn’t Mystica in the Top 50 XWF wrestlers of all time or something ridiculous like that… I’m sorry, is any of the AX3 on that list… I think not.”

Quote:“ If in not “club love” as you called it!”

“What. What does he mean Jackson. Can ya hit me a replay of what I said earlier? This gibberish makes me wonder if he really did have that drink. The fuck is club love. Sounds like one of those dingy men-only saunas in Japan where you actually just get jacked off by random men. Remember when we went to one of those and had to literally pry men off my genitals.. Yeah, good times.”

Jackson bursts out laughing at the mental image, instructing Danny on how to flick the channel to play the previously released Danny Imperial promo most perfectly titled Delusions..

Quote:“When did your Hart championship suddenly take you out of this mid-card club, love?”

“Oh lord. Is that what he meant by Club Love? Did he misunderstand my endearingly calling him love and turning that into a title for a gay indie porno? Club Love: Main Attraction w/ Robert Main! Tell me that doesn’t have the sweet sound of single dollar bills.”

Danny reverts back to Main’s promo, and continues to dissect it.

Quote:“Pryce sure was quick to jump to your aid though!”

“I’m flabbergasted. I was sure pointing his little faux pas out last time would end this ridiculous line assumption. Why doesn’t he understand that Pryce has a job to do. Run a wrestling federation. And that includes booking matches and making egomaniacs with bigger egos than him, look like shit. Main went about trying to point out how I couldn’t face him because I had a title, like he ran the place, and Pryce called him out on his bullshit. Suddenly I’m rubbing shoulders and sucking off The Kings? I mean, I know it gets lonely down on your knees with all that AX3 phallus in your mouth, but you really don’t have to grasp at straws that don’t even exist to drag me down to my knees too. I’m disappointed with his performance really, repeating last video’s words and trying to hammer down a nail that’s already been removed is really weak.”

Quote:“I’ve taken the Championship and made it something it never was Danny!”

“BY DOING WHAT. Stone Cold did more for the Intercontinental Title when he threw it off a bridge. CM Punk did more for the WWE Championship when he ran away with it. David Beckham did more for that piece of tissue paper he blew his nose with that they’re selling for two thousand dollars. MAIN’S DONE NOTHING. He’s literally just strapped it over his shoulder, flaunted his pompous, spineless ass about with it shining in the light and hoping it’d gain notoriety just by touching his scummy skin? If adding prestige to something was so easy, the fuck do we defend any titles for? Back up Main, you’ve done fuck all for either title. Facing me for his precious championship will be the most he’s done to improve anything.”

Quote:“That’s the stipulation dick weed!”

“Jackson, are we almost done? He’s resorted to calling me dick weed. I mean, of course I knew it was the stipulation, I wasn’t really complaining about it. If he's watched my promo without needing to multitask between stitching pretty new AX3 merchandise and me, he'd know that. Whether I have a title or not, I wrestle week in, week out. Makes no difference to me. I was rather complaining about Main thinking he’s done anything when all he’s done is sit on that Hart Title and use it as a tampon to soak up Caedus, Chaos and Duke’s cum seeping out of his asshole.

I’m done with the son of a bitch, ready the camera’s I’ve got a shit ton to say to him.”

Jackson lets out a loudly laugh, uncrossing his legs and turning to face Danny. He points to the XWF drone in the far corner of the room, which has been recording this whole interaction.

“Already sorted Danny, thought I’d give you a hand. You were falling behind, wouldn’t want your poor fans to lose out hm?”

Danny turns to look at the drone, a quizzical look befalling him.

“I’m not sure it got everything I wanted. C’mere little guy, let me at least round up your footage for you.”

The drone beeps and flies towards Danny, floating about two meters away from him.

“Okay Robert. Here’s a little lesson on truly entertaining promos. You can sit there, churn one out every day and still be a complete novice when it comes to entertaining the fans. You realize that’s what these things are for yes? Entertaining those wonderful people who sit there and pay our salaries? The people that supposedly line up for Main merchandise? Yup, those people. Spewing out unsubstantiated, pulled-out-of-your-ass statements aren’t going to get those wallets out and the fan’s buying.

I’m disappointed, really. Where’s the artistry in the work you throw at me? You and Scully are two of the same, it seems like. You just throw up huge, mis-informed chunks of words. Hoping to overwhelm me whilst hitting some timeslot XWF gives you by repeating insults and making up others. I really expected more from a two-time champion. I mean, I still think you’re a mid-carder at best, but if anything you’re THE mid-carder, you know? Your Hart Championship is what all the mid-carders want. It’s about time it went to someone who’s actually going to defend it, and truly take it to new heights like no other. I shoulder just leave you to your Trios title and the non-existent trios division. Go ahead and disappear into obscurity like the belt you hold and clearly adore. Chaos felt that same loneliness after losing his title to Gabe and had to find an easy one to claim, you would do anything for your glorious leader and Grave’s literally has the mental capacity of a child.

You three really do deserve those titles, I’ll just be sure to take the one relevant title off you in hopes to keep it relevant before the people forget about it too.

I really don’t like you Main, I mean, I don’t even want to like you. So far, you’ve just been a character-less wad of gum stuck under a kid’s desk. You’ve been chewed, discarded and stuck in my way, bland, dry and unwanted. Maybe you had quite the spark when you first made your pop here, but what you’ve done since you achieved glory has really disappointed me. A champion should be one the rest of us look up to, aspire to be like. I’ll have to give it to Caedus that he’s gone strong and is still going strong… You though. You’re just a backup dancer. I don’t want to be like you, none of us do, all we want is that title so WE can take it to new heights. It’s stagnation since Bourbon has hurt its reputation, and that’s your fault. The only new height you’ve taken it is six feet underground, funny enough, that’s where I’ll get Jackson to dig you a hole for when I’m done with you this Wednesday.

Man up, Main.

Love you, toodles.”

Danny waves at the drone, hoping the earlier footage he hadn’t realized was being recorded, was good, and that the fans would be entertained. He scoffs at his own thought, knowing for a fact that anything… Anything he said would be entertaining.

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