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| Red Hot Ray Willmott | May 15 2016, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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The moment the phone call came through, Ray knew something was up. It’d only been an hour after the events at Fight Night. Willmott had completely snapped, smashing Lunatikk Crippler in the head with a sledgehammer, pounding his skull against a locker door, bloodying his face. The moment he left William West on the locker room floor, he felt like he’d crossed a line. But it didn’t much matter anymore. Ray Willmott was done with being screwed. Being cost opportunities he’d worked hard to get. West was the root cause of Ray’s problems in the EWA and it’d become clear that he not only wanted to fight, but he wasn’t going to let Ray’s career move forward unless he acknowledged him. The Hierachy member had done exactly that at Fight Night. But now? Now there would be consequences. ‘Hey, I was just about to call you, I…’ ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ ‘Wh-what are you talking about? Do what? What are we…’ ‘You know what. The kids are scared, Ray. They saw the photos on Twitter. Then some guy posted a video. They saw what you did.’ He mutters a ‘christ’ under his breath, though isn’t sure if it was audible to his wife or not. ‘So, explain yourself. Tell me why you’re acting this way. Tell me what would provoke something like that because...that’s not the man I married. That’s not my best friend. The guy who is supposed to love me. You’re fucking scaring me. You’re scaring us and I…’ Laurie starts crying and that immediately chokes me up. Told you. Crossed a line. ‘I...he’s been provoking me….’ ‘No, Ray. You could have killed that man. You don’t do that to someone’s head. You don’t….’ ‘Don’t you think I know that?! I wasn’t myself. It just….happened.’ ‘Right, and I suppose that could happen around us if we make you angry, huh? How do I know we’re safe with you anymore?’ ‘Of course you’re safe with me. I would never hurt you.’ ‘But you just said you weren’t yourself. And that could happen anytime right? An out of body experience. All it takes is a moment, Ray. We’re fragile compared to someone like him. We’re not built for the things you and he clearly are.’ ‘You can’t seriously think I’d do that to Alysha? Or Brad? Come on, Lau. Be real here….’ ‘I can’t….we can’t be around you right now. While there’s clearly an issue between the two of you, It’s just…’ ‘No, please don’t do this. God, no, fuck…’ ‘We’re staying somewhere for a while. I’ll make sure the kids call you regularly to talk, but you and I need some distance, Ray. You know how I feel about wrestling anyway. But this….God, this isn't wrestling. I can’t even…’ ‘Laurie, please, I’m sorry. I…’ ‘They’ll call you tonight. Goodbye, Ray…’ She sounds like she’s in floods of tears before hanging up the phone. Ray allows the phone to drop from his hand to the floor. His lifeless body then falls to the bed in his hotel room, a half-packed, un-opened suitcase next to it. All he can bring himself to do is stare at the ceiling, his life starting to go down in flames. /////////////// She's right, this isn't wrestling. It’s come to this, Will. You brought it here. Your incessant obsession with everything I do and all I’ve attempted to do since I got here. For reasons unknown to anyone but you, Lunatikk Crippler just won’t leave ‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott alone. And I’ve been patient. Very fucking patient. I’ve allowed you to keep interfering in my business. I’ve shrugged it off fairly casually, thrown some punches, then just moved onto the next show. But Path of the Warrior was a step too far. Pru and I had the match of the year. We tore the roof off the building. Both of us gave every fiber of our being in a competitive wrestling match. Hell, that may as well have been the final for everything we left in that damn ring. And you couldn’t stand to watch it, could you? When momentum was swinging my way, when I was on the cusp of victory, you couldn’t stand to see me get my arm raised. So you stuck your nose in. Just like you did before the Asylum. Just like you did IN the Asylum. And I’m done, Will. I’m well and truly fucking done. I’m so done that I’m willing to accept this clear trap of a match just so I can imprint your body into the ring canvas. You think I don’t know what’s going on here? You think I don’t know what this is? I’m not blind, Will. I’m not a green-back rookie who’s never seen the inside of a ring before. You’re both playing this un-subtle little game of ‘Noooo, please don’t interfere in my matches, it makes me sooooooo angry. I’m gonna be reeeealllly mad if you do it again.’ I don’t trust you, Pru. Not for a second. We had a great match. I’m glad that you’re back here. I know you’re going to find success. But you and I, we’re not going to make a great tag-team. This whole situation is designed for you to rebuild your stable. For whatever reason, Stacy wants to see that happen at my expense. Perhaps she thinks I’m a prick. Perhaps she’s pissed I didn’t factor in the 12 person tag to determine ownership of this company. Can’t be in a match I wasn’t invited to take part in… Whatever it is, I’m a Welsh lamb being prepped for slaughter at Battlelines. And I’ve just got the biggest fucking grin on my face because I get to hit you, Will. I get to punch you. Kick you. Throw you around the ring. Watch you squirm and suffer and scream. The only Special Attraction that’s coming out of this match is William West’s gormless face getting pounded into a pulp! You, and whoever you’re bringing to the party. Hell, I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out Pru was your mystery partner and this ends up a handicap match. It doesn’t even matter to me. Because, and here’s the key thing. You just saw that I lost my wife and kids as a result of what I did to you at Fight Night. They’re scared of the man I’m becoming, Will. They’re worried that I’m one argument away from lashing out, or I could explode at a moment’s notice without warning. And it hurts me. It breaks my fucking heart. Because I’ve clearly shown them a side of my personality they’re not used to and don’t like. An aspect the both of you know all too damn well. But the satisfaction I felt while I was grinding your cranium into crumbs….. ...I wouldn’t change a thing. And that’s where we are, Will. That’s where my mind is. That’s the path you’ve led me down. That’s where I’ll stay until I’ve ejected you out of my life once and for all. So, you put on all your theatrics at Battlelines. Bring out your blood red banners, your fancy big screen messages, turn out all the lights in the arena, wear lots of black, play some Placebo, make sure you put on a splash of guy-liner. You do you. Make this the most impactful resurgence of HATE you can possibly imagine because I’m not going into this match blindly. Give me a reason to add you to the hit list too, Pru. You, and Mr or Mrs Mystery Partner can join Will right up there. Let’s just get all of this out of the way and into the open. No more games, no more hiding. Here’s your shot. I’m giving it to you for free. Because once this is all official and legally binding, I’m ending it. Whether it’s by myself, with my buddies in The Hierachy by my side, or you all tasting sledgehammer for breakfast, you’ll quickly remember that you’ve fucked with the wrong guy. A guy who dominated your asses in New York. A guy who’s going to maim them in Boston. Edited by Red Hot Ray Willmott, May 15 2016, 08:36 AM.
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