Post by Adrien | Adam on Jul 24, 2017 3:03:35 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks for Mike for writing the Kenzie Rydell portion of this.
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July 20th, 2017
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“Hey, you in here?”
There is a tremble in Adrien Cochrane’s voice as he slowly pokes his head inside of the office of his best friend. The question, in a way, was rhetorical. He knew Eddie Walker was in his office. There were two clues that led to that conclusion: his absence in the living room and kitchen as well as Eddie’s wife stating that her husband was “in the back”.
As the door slowly opens, he sees Walker almost immediately. He wasn’t facing the doorway, but outside the window. The walls of Eddie’s office was even more decorated than the last time Adrien was in the room. A few more pictures were displayed in the previously empty frames: Blair Kivisto touching Walker’s hair in Starbucks the day they met, Coda and Eddie with the Young Lions Championship the night she won it, Rayven Hardy hugging the forty-one year old before a DARC show, and even one with both Cade Cameron and Morgan Russo on each side of him prior to an Empire Wrestling show. With a few more empty frames on the walls, Walker clearly wasn’t finished yet.
Eddie: “Yeah, I’m in here.”
Cochrane closes the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair he’s sat in many times across Eddie’s desk. Walker doesn’t turn around as he spoke. His voice trembled more than Adrien’s did. His voice was sullen. The room had a gloomy air in it, and it made Adrien uncomfortable to the point where he had to address the elephant in the room.
Adrien: “Listen, I just…”
Walker interrupted him almost immediately.
Eddie: “I had no idea that the Destroyers were going to do that. And I actually don’t think Coda did either.”
Walker turns around, finally ending his hopeless staring out the window to his backyard. He takes a seat at his desk, looking directly at the man who’s employed him for years. Adrien softly nods his head.
Adrien: “I know you didn’t. I know you wouldn’t conspire against me. And I’m not going to ask you to conspire against Coda either.”
Walker presses his fingertips into his temple, adding pressure as Adrien spoke to him.
Eddie: “This isn’t the position I wanted to be in. I never wanted to be caught in the middle of something like this. The fact that two clients of mine are involved in opposite ends of attacks like this two shows in a row is not something I enjoy.”
Adrien: “No one says you do.”
Walker pauses for a moment. His hands leave his forehead and are softly placed on the mahogany surface of his desk. He then removes his glasses and closes them.
Eddie: “I don’t think I’m going to attend the next Redemption show.”
Adrien’s thoughts aren’t about him at first.
Adrien: “Don’t make such a snap decision, Eddie. I know you’re upset. I know you’re trying to wrap your head around this whole situation. But I’m not going to ask you to choose between me and Coda. And neither is Coda, from what I understand. But you still have Blair and Jew Blazer on this roster. Betsy and Rayven are wrestling at this show too, the latter of which is her first televised match since DARC closed.”
Eddie: “I can take care of all of you from home. I didn’t even go to half your #FSociety shows, this shouldn’t be something that bothers you all that much.”
Adrien: “Yeah, I can survive a show without you backstage, but you got so many people counting on you.”
Eddie: “And I can do everything needed remotely. You know better than anyone else that I can.”
Adrien knows Eddie wasn’t wrong. He is a master at making arrangements with phone calls or a few clicks on a computer. Adrien knows a distantly working Eddie Walker means there will be a vehicle waiting to pick him up from whatever hotel he books for him in Memphis with something he loves to eat in the car. All the others can expect something similar, as opposed to him hand delivering four different lunches to his clients and giving them pre-match pep talks, which has been the case every show since they started working at Redemption Wrestling. He can only imagine, using the power of mobile phones and possibly even Skype or FaceTime, he can still do the pep talk portion of his job for all his clients.
Adrien: “I’m not saying you can’t, Eddie. But…”
Eddie: “This is not open for discussion, Adrien.”
Walker was notoriously stubborn. Adrien knew he wasn’t going to change his mind.
Adrien: “Can you at least stop blaming yourself for all of this? I know you feel like some sort of kid going through parents fighting or some sort of less awkward metaphor for me and Coda. I know you want both of us to succeed. I’m not going to ask you to stop supporting or working for her, assuming it has nothing to do with injuring or attacking me. And I’m not going to ask you to betray her trust in you.”
There is a bit of silence between the two men. If one listened carefully, Jack playing his Nintendo Switch a few rooms down can be heard. Cochrane taps his fingers on the surface of the desk. Walker keeps looking down at his desk, avoiding making eye contact with Adrien.
Eddie: “See, I try to think of my clients as more than just employers. I think of them as family.”
Walker looks back up as he tries to explain how he feels about his clients.
Eddie: “It pains me a lot to be this big patriarch to this large family where I have these people I adore hating one another. We got the situation between you and Coda. Scotty and Melina’s favorite pastime is messing Rayven on Twitter. And while that is only two active feuds, the volatility is there for it to get worse as half of them haven’t even met some of the others. How do I know you’re going to get along with Melina? What happens when Mariano meets Betsy? Or when Alicia Lukas meets Adam? My birthday is in a few days, and I am pretty sure most of the clients are going to be flying down here for it. It could blow up.”
Adrien isn’t sure what to say next. He can’t promise it was all going to be okay because it was essentially out of his control. There was literally nothing Adrien could do to appease Walker from his worry that his metaphorical family won’t turn into a civil war in a matter of seconds.
Adrien: “You know the funny things about families, Eddie? They fight sometimes. I know you were an only child so you probably don’t really have any experience with this, but I have five siblings. And let me tell you something about having three older brothers: there’s going to be some fighting. So don’t worry about the little fights that happen here and there. Most of your clients get along quite well. And we are all happy to have you in our corner.”
The forty-one-year-old nods his head.
Eddie: “We lost a legend in the music industry today.”
Adrien lets the words sink in. It has been a topic that has been heavy on his heart the entire day. As a musician who was getting started in the early parts of the millennium, it was one that hit him pretty hard.
Adrien: “Yeah, we did. Same age as you.”
Eddie: “A couple of months younger, even. He had this gigantic support system of six children, a loving wife, bandmates who thought the world of him.”
Adrien: “Something you have, with five fewer kids. Not sure you and Skye could keep up with five more Jack’s running around.”
Eddie: “True. But it just goes to show you that having that big family doesn’t mean everything in life.”
Adrien: “Well, Eddie, it’s all about how you let the world affect you. If your big family of clients doesn’t help you feel better about your life, that’s on you.”
Eddie: “I’m not saying that they don’t. I adore every single one of them.”
Adrien: “And if you let anything outside of that change how you feel about it, then that’s also on you. You have to create your own happiness, Eddie. And if you aren’t, you need to make the decisions to make the changes that will make you happy. Even if it has nothing to do with your job managing all of us. Do what is right for Eddie.”
The manager looks at all the photographs on the walls of all his clients that he was able to get pictures with so far.
Eddie: “Being in the middle of this little Redemption war going on is exhausting.”
Adrien laughs a little bit before he reaches his arm across the table to place his hand on Eddie’s shoulder.
Adrien: “Being on one of the sides isn’t much more relaxing. Especially since all my matches seem to be ending with me getting ambushed.”
July 22nd, 2017
Cameras: OFF
“So, you got yourself a big week coming up, aye?”
Adrien Cochrane asks knowing the answer to the question he uttered to his young protege. He smiles a little bit as he keeps his walking pace with the young Empire Wrestling competitor.
Kenzie: “Yep. The Canadian Championship on the line, arguably the most prestigious championship in the entire federation right now, against Paz Guevara herself. I guess this is what happens when you get into a Twitter argument with a champion, huh? The company just gives you a title match.”
Kenzie chuckles at the absurdity of the whole thing. Adrien smirks a little bit as she chuckles. Adrien places in an arm in front of Kenzie as they approached an intersection in the French Quarter in New Orleans. The sun had set about an hour earlier, but the two decided a talk out in the city in the fresh air was better than just being cooped in up Adrien’s house. After Adrien sees there is no traffic coming, he lets Kenzie start crossing the road with him in lockstep with her.
Adrien: “Well, it’s certainly a big opportunity for you. And you know I’m always here to help you achieve any goal that comes across for you.”
Kenzie smiles softly.
Kenzie: “You’ll be watching, right? Even if it’s just on television, I mean.”
Adrien: “Absolutely. I’m sure Eddie will practically be live tweeting the whole show.”
Looking down for a short moment as she slowly walks forward, she looks back at him.
Kenzie: “So Megan thinks I’m letting you take credit for a little too much when it comes to the things I accomplished so far, that I should give myself a little more credit for the things I’ve done and the things I’m going to do.”
Adrien: “I’m not the one in the ring. When it comes to people taking credit for their associates' success, look no further than our middle-aged manager. You know I found a picture of him with my old #FSociety Championship, right?”
Kenzie: “Hah! When did he take that, you think? When you were away?”
Adrien: “I think it was the night I won it. When I was leaving the show and he was getting my things together, it was probably then.”
Kenzie: “Does that ever… Annoy you? Like, I know Eddie does a lot for you. I know he does the schedule and sets up the contracts but does it ever feel like he’s trying to steal the spotlight lately? Not in a bad way, I just mean—”
Adrien: “Nah. He prefers to be the man behind the talent. He likes being in the shadows when big things happen. It’s why it’s pretty seldom he does things on camera. But when someone succeeds that is in his circle, he feels like it’s the biggest thing he can accomplish in his job. When his client is a World Champion, that’s the greatest thing for a manager to have happen for them.”
Kenzie: “Is that how you feel about me then, in a way?”
Adrien: “It’s a bit similar. Not to that extent because I have my own matches to hang my hat on. But when you won the Five Lakes Title, I was proud of you. Not because of some sort of prestige it brought me, but because I watched you grow from a rookie to a champion. And I’ll feel the same as that when you hold up your next championship, which could possibly be the Canadian Championship in less than a week. But the title is yours, not mine.”
She nods.
Kenzie: “I think I just need to give myself more credit. That’s what everyone keeps telling me lately.”
Adrien: “Then take pride in what you do. Be proud of yourself and say ‘Yeah, Kenzie. You did it!’ That’s something you control, not me.”
Kenzie: “Thanks. I’ll try. I’ve been trying. And I appreciate everything you taught me, all the advice you’ve given, but in the end, I think I need to remember that I’ve been working hard to get where I am today.”
Adrien: “I certainly don’t think Ryan Corey is taking all the credit for all my championships. I don’t think the guy has been to a single match of mine since the WWA days.”
The two continue walking, turning a right as they approach Jackson Square. The evening was calm and warm. Neither of them felt the need to cover up their arms much as they both wore short sleeve t-shirts, Adrien’s being a Fort Minor one, and Kenzie’s being just a plain purple shirt. They take another right to essentially head in the same direction they had come from, just one road over.
Kenzie: “So how have you been doing? How have you been holding up on the Redemption Wrestling front, what with everyone wanting to attack you lately?”
Adrien: “When am I not being attacked by everyone? Remember how often Tyson and Ally did that to me in #FSociety?”
Kenzie: “You got your eyes checked since the whole mist ordeal, didn’t you?”
Adrien gives Kenzie a quick glare before continuing, not even addressing her interruption.
Adrien: “It’s an occupational hazard that I’ve come to terms with living with. But hey, I get the attackers in the ring this next show. And I’ve got the greatest tag team partner a guy could ask for.”
Kenzie: “I didn’t know Tyson Gregory signed to Redemption Wrestling and decided to be your tag team partner again!”
Kenzie pokes fun at the veteran playfully. Death glare again from the Dropkick King.
Adrien: “Those tag matches with Tyson never worked out for me in the long run, let’s be honest.”
Kenzie: “I know. I’m just teasing you, that’s all.”
Adrien: “Yeah, I wouldn’t call the greatest tag partner the guy who attacks me post match.”
Kenzie: “What about me? I know I’m not the number one pick, we’ve talked about this before, buuuut we know each other, we’ve trained together, we’ve been through a lot... It’d make sense, right?"
Adrien: “I’d rather lose a match with you than win another match with Tyson. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Humming softly, Kenzie looks around at her surroundings as the two slowly move forward.
Kenzie: “This place has a lot of bars around here, huh?”
Adrien: “We aren’t far from Bourbon Street. We can turn back around if you don’t feel comfortable around here.”
Kenzie’s expression changes to a weary nervous grin.
Kenzie: “Yeah, I uh… I don’t think I should be this close to alcohol anymore. I’ve been sober for a good few months now and I’d rather not make a mistake…”
Adrien: “Yeah, I guess it’s easier for the always sober than the recently sober to be walking in this part of town. We can start heading back to the car now.”
Kenzie: “It’s not too far of a walk, is it? Feels like it’s been over an hour since we started talking.”
Adrien: “People tend to do a lot of walking when they go to the French Quarter. Helps get you all those steps for your pedometer.”
Adrien glances at the Apple Watch on his wrist, that’s been keeping track of the number of steps he’s taken today.
Adrien: “We’ll be there before you know it.”
With that, Kenzie thinks to herself.
Kenzie: “I guess we’ll have to talk all the way back to the car then, huh?”
As soon as Kenzie finishes her sentence, Adrien’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He smirks at Kenzie’s comment before the smirk quickly disappears. Kenzie doesn’t quite notice the stunned looked on Adrien’s face as she keeps talking.
Kenzie: “What was that? Is it Eddie reminding us to get back before sundown or something?”
Adrien doesn’t say a word as he stares at his phone in stunned silence. Kenzie eventually looks over Adrien’s shoulder.
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'Cause I know what it's like to test fate
Had my shoulders pressed with that weight
Stood up strong in spite of that hate
Night gets darkest right before dawn
What don't kill you makes you more strong
And I been waiting for it so long
The nights go on
Waiting for a light that never comes
I chase the sun
Waiting for a light that never comes
Ohhhh
Waiting for a light that never comes
July 20th, 2017
Cameras: OFF
“Hey, you in here?”
There is a tremble in Adrien Cochrane’s voice as he slowly pokes his head inside of the office of his best friend. The question, in a way, was rhetorical. He knew Eddie Walker was in his office. There were two clues that led to that conclusion: his absence in the living room and kitchen as well as Eddie’s wife stating that her husband was “in the back”.
As the door slowly opens, he sees Walker almost immediately. He wasn’t facing the doorway, but outside the window. The walls of Eddie’s office was even more decorated than the last time Adrien was in the room. A few more pictures were displayed in the previously empty frames: Blair Kivisto touching Walker’s hair in Starbucks the day they met, Coda and Eddie with the Young Lions Championship the night she won it, Rayven Hardy hugging the forty-one year old before a DARC show, and even one with both Cade Cameron and Morgan Russo on each side of him prior to an Empire Wrestling show. With a few more empty frames on the walls, Walker clearly wasn’t finished yet.
Eddie: “Yeah, I’m in here.”
Cochrane closes the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair he’s sat in many times across Eddie’s desk. Walker doesn’t turn around as he spoke. His voice trembled more than Adrien’s did. His voice was sullen. The room had a gloomy air in it, and it made Adrien uncomfortable to the point where he had to address the elephant in the room.
Adrien: “Listen, I just…”
Walker interrupted him almost immediately.
Eddie: “I had no idea that the Destroyers were going to do that. And I actually don’t think Coda did either.”
Walker turns around, finally ending his hopeless staring out the window to his backyard. He takes a seat at his desk, looking directly at the man who’s employed him for years. Adrien softly nods his head.
Adrien: “I know you didn’t. I know you wouldn’t conspire against me. And I’m not going to ask you to conspire against Coda either.”
Walker presses his fingertips into his temple, adding pressure as Adrien spoke to him.
Eddie: “This isn’t the position I wanted to be in. I never wanted to be caught in the middle of something like this. The fact that two clients of mine are involved in opposite ends of attacks like this two shows in a row is not something I enjoy.”
Adrien: “No one says you do.”
Walker pauses for a moment. His hands leave his forehead and are softly placed on the mahogany surface of his desk. He then removes his glasses and closes them.
Eddie: “I don’t think I’m going to attend the next Redemption show.”
Adrien’s thoughts aren’t about him at first.
Adrien: “Don’t make such a snap decision, Eddie. I know you’re upset. I know you’re trying to wrap your head around this whole situation. But I’m not going to ask you to choose between me and Coda. And neither is Coda, from what I understand. But you still have Blair and Jew Blazer on this roster. Betsy and Rayven are wrestling at this show too, the latter of which is her first televised match since DARC closed.”
Eddie: “I can take care of all of you from home. I didn’t even go to half your #FSociety shows, this shouldn’t be something that bothers you all that much.”
Adrien: “Yeah, I can survive a show without you backstage, but you got so many people counting on you.”
Eddie: “And I can do everything needed remotely. You know better than anyone else that I can.”
Adrien knows Eddie wasn’t wrong. He is a master at making arrangements with phone calls or a few clicks on a computer. Adrien knows a distantly working Eddie Walker means there will be a vehicle waiting to pick him up from whatever hotel he books for him in Memphis with something he loves to eat in the car. All the others can expect something similar, as opposed to him hand delivering four different lunches to his clients and giving them pre-match pep talks, which has been the case every show since they started working at Redemption Wrestling. He can only imagine, using the power of mobile phones and possibly even Skype or FaceTime, he can still do the pep talk portion of his job for all his clients.
Adrien: “I’m not saying you can’t, Eddie. But…”
Eddie: “This is not open for discussion, Adrien.”
Walker was notoriously stubborn. Adrien knew he wasn’t going to change his mind.
Adrien: “Can you at least stop blaming yourself for all of this? I know you feel like some sort of kid going through parents fighting or some sort of less awkward metaphor for me and Coda. I know you want both of us to succeed. I’m not going to ask you to stop supporting or working for her, assuming it has nothing to do with injuring or attacking me. And I’m not going to ask you to betray her trust in you.”
There is a bit of silence between the two men. If one listened carefully, Jack playing his Nintendo Switch a few rooms down can be heard. Cochrane taps his fingers on the surface of the desk. Walker keeps looking down at his desk, avoiding making eye contact with Adrien.
Eddie: “See, I try to think of my clients as more than just employers. I think of them as family.”
Walker looks back up as he tries to explain how he feels about his clients.
Eddie: “It pains me a lot to be this big patriarch to this large family where I have these people I adore hating one another. We got the situation between you and Coda. Scotty and Melina’s favorite pastime is messing Rayven on Twitter. And while that is only two active feuds, the volatility is there for it to get worse as half of them haven’t even met some of the others. How do I know you’re going to get along with Melina? What happens when Mariano meets Betsy? Or when Alicia Lukas meets Adam? My birthday is in a few days, and I am pretty sure most of the clients are going to be flying down here for it. It could blow up.”
Adrien isn’t sure what to say next. He can’t promise it was all going to be okay because it was essentially out of his control. There was literally nothing Adrien could do to appease Walker from his worry that his metaphorical family won’t turn into a civil war in a matter of seconds.
Adrien: “You know the funny things about families, Eddie? They fight sometimes. I know you were an only child so you probably don’t really have any experience with this, but I have five siblings. And let me tell you something about having three older brothers: there’s going to be some fighting. So don’t worry about the little fights that happen here and there. Most of your clients get along quite well. And we are all happy to have you in our corner.”
The forty-one-year-old nods his head.
Eddie: “We lost a legend in the music industry today.”
Adrien lets the words sink in. It has been a topic that has been heavy on his heart the entire day. As a musician who was getting started in the early parts of the millennium, it was one that hit him pretty hard.
Adrien: “Yeah, we did. Same age as you.”
Eddie: “A couple of months younger, even. He had this gigantic support system of six children, a loving wife, bandmates who thought the world of him.”
Adrien: “Something you have, with five fewer kids. Not sure you and Skye could keep up with five more Jack’s running around.”
Eddie: “True. But it just goes to show you that having that big family doesn’t mean everything in life.”
Adrien: “Well, Eddie, it’s all about how you let the world affect you. If your big family of clients doesn’t help you feel better about your life, that’s on you.”
Eddie: “I’m not saying that they don’t. I adore every single one of them.”
Adrien: “And if you let anything outside of that change how you feel about it, then that’s also on you. You have to create your own happiness, Eddie. And if you aren’t, you need to make the decisions to make the changes that will make you happy. Even if it has nothing to do with your job managing all of us. Do what is right for Eddie.”
The manager looks at all the photographs on the walls of all his clients that he was able to get pictures with so far.
Eddie: “Being in the middle of this little Redemption war going on is exhausting.”
Adrien laughs a little bit before he reaches his arm across the table to place his hand on Eddie’s shoulder.
Adrien: “Being on one of the sides isn’t much more relaxing. Especially since all my matches seem to be ending with me getting ambushed.”
When I was young, they told me, they said
Make your bed, you lie in that bed
A king can only reign 'til instead
There comes that day it's "off with his head"
Night gets darkest right before dawn
What don't kill you makes you more strong
You'll have my mercy then when you're gone
July 22nd, 2017
Cameras: OFF
“So, you got yourself a big week coming up, aye?”
Adrien Cochrane asks knowing the answer to the question he uttered to his young protege. He smiles a little bit as he keeps his walking pace with the young Empire Wrestling competitor.
Kenzie: “Yep. The Canadian Championship on the line, arguably the most prestigious championship in the entire federation right now, against Paz Guevara herself. I guess this is what happens when you get into a Twitter argument with a champion, huh? The company just gives you a title match.”
Kenzie chuckles at the absurdity of the whole thing. Adrien smirks a little bit as she chuckles. Adrien places in an arm in front of Kenzie as they approached an intersection in the French Quarter in New Orleans. The sun had set about an hour earlier, but the two decided a talk out in the city in the fresh air was better than just being cooped in up Adrien’s house. After Adrien sees there is no traffic coming, he lets Kenzie start crossing the road with him in lockstep with her.
Adrien: “Well, it’s certainly a big opportunity for you. And you know I’m always here to help you achieve any goal that comes across for you.”
Kenzie smiles softly.
Kenzie: “You’ll be watching, right? Even if it’s just on television, I mean.”
Adrien: “Absolutely. I’m sure Eddie will practically be live tweeting the whole show.”
Looking down for a short moment as she slowly walks forward, she looks back at him.
Kenzie: “So Megan thinks I’m letting you take credit for a little too much when it comes to the things I accomplished so far, that I should give myself a little more credit for the things I’ve done and the things I’m going to do.”
Adrien: “I’m not the one in the ring. When it comes to people taking credit for their associates' success, look no further than our middle-aged manager. You know I found a picture of him with my old #FSociety Championship, right?”
Kenzie: “Hah! When did he take that, you think? When you were away?”
Adrien: “I think it was the night I won it. When I was leaving the show and he was getting my things together, it was probably then.”
Kenzie: “Does that ever… Annoy you? Like, I know Eddie does a lot for you. I know he does the schedule and sets up the contracts but does it ever feel like he’s trying to steal the spotlight lately? Not in a bad way, I just mean—”
Adrien: “Nah. He prefers to be the man behind the talent. He likes being in the shadows when big things happen. It’s why it’s pretty seldom he does things on camera. But when someone succeeds that is in his circle, he feels like it’s the biggest thing he can accomplish in his job. When his client is a World Champion, that’s the greatest thing for a manager to have happen for them.”
Kenzie: “Is that how you feel about me then, in a way?”
Adrien: “It’s a bit similar. Not to that extent because I have my own matches to hang my hat on. But when you won the Five Lakes Title, I was proud of you. Not because of some sort of prestige it brought me, but because I watched you grow from a rookie to a champion. And I’ll feel the same as that when you hold up your next championship, which could possibly be the Canadian Championship in less than a week. But the title is yours, not mine.”
She nods.
Kenzie: “I think I just need to give myself more credit. That’s what everyone keeps telling me lately.”
Adrien: “Then take pride in what you do. Be proud of yourself and say ‘Yeah, Kenzie. You did it!’ That’s something you control, not me.”
Kenzie: “Thanks. I’ll try. I’ve been trying. And I appreciate everything you taught me, all the advice you’ve given, but in the end, I think I need to remember that I’ve been working hard to get where I am today.”
Adrien: “I certainly don’t think Ryan Corey is taking all the credit for all my championships. I don’t think the guy has been to a single match of mine since the WWA days.”
The two continue walking, turning a right as they approach Jackson Square. The evening was calm and warm. Neither of them felt the need to cover up their arms much as they both wore short sleeve t-shirts, Adrien’s being a Fort Minor one, and Kenzie’s being just a plain purple shirt. They take another right to essentially head in the same direction they had come from, just one road over.
Kenzie: “So how have you been doing? How have you been holding up on the Redemption Wrestling front, what with everyone wanting to attack you lately?”
Adrien: “When am I not being attacked by everyone? Remember how often Tyson and Ally did that to me in #FSociety?”
Kenzie: “You got your eyes checked since the whole mist ordeal, didn’t you?”
Adrien gives Kenzie a quick glare before continuing, not even addressing her interruption.
Adrien: “It’s an occupational hazard that I’ve come to terms with living with. But hey, I get the attackers in the ring this next show. And I’ve got the greatest tag team partner a guy could ask for.”
Kenzie: “I didn’t know Tyson Gregory signed to Redemption Wrestling and decided to be your tag team partner again!”
Kenzie pokes fun at the veteran playfully. Death glare again from the Dropkick King.
Adrien: “Those tag matches with Tyson never worked out for me in the long run, let’s be honest.”
Kenzie: “I know. I’m just teasing you, that’s all.”
Adrien: “Yeah, I wouldn’t call the greatest tag partner the guy who attacks me post match.”
Kenzie: “What about me? I know I’m not the number one pick, we’ve talked about this before, buuuut we know each other, we’ve trained together, we’ve been through a lot... It’d make sense, right?"
Adrien: “I’d rather lose a match with you than win another match with Tyson. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Humming softly, Kenzie looks around at her surroundings as the two slowly move forward.
Kenzie: “This place has a lot of bars around here, huh?”
Adrien: “We aren’t far from Bourbon Street. We can turn back around if you don’t feel comfortable around here.”
Kenzie’s expression changes to a weary nervous grin.
Kenzie: “Yeah, I uh… I don’t think I should be this close to alcohol anymore. I’ve been sober for a good few months now and I’d rather not make a mistake…”
Adrien: “Yeah, I guess it’s easier for the always sober than the recently sober to be walking in this part of town. We can start heading back to the car now.”
Kenzie: “It’s not too far of a walk, is it? Feels like it’s been over an hour since we started talking.”
Adrien: “People tend to do a lot of walking when they go to the French Quarter. Helps get you all those steps for your pedometer.”
Adrien glances at the Apple Watch on his wrist, that’s been keeping track of the number of steps he’s taken today.
Adrien: “We’ll be there before you know it.”
With that, Kenzie thinks to herself.
Kenzie: “I guess we’ll have to talk all the way back to the car then, huh?”
As soon as Kenzie finishes her sentence, Adrien’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He smirks at Kenzie’s comment before the smirk quickly disappears. Kenzie doesn’t quite notice the stunned looked on Adrien’s face as she keeps talking.
Kenzie: “What was that? Is it Eddie reminding us to get back before sundown or something?”
Adrien doesn’t say a word as he stares at his phone in stunned silence. Kenzie eventually looks over Adrien’s shoulder.
Stacy Sterling
Hi, you’re the emergency contact for this young woman on her phone. She’s being transported to Chalmette Medical Center. Can you please come here as soon as you can?
Hi, you’re the emergency contact for this young woman on her phone. She’s being transported to Chalmette Medical Center. Can you please come here as soon as you can?
The nights go on
Waiting for a light that never comes
I chase the sun
Waiting for a light that never comes
Ohhhh
Waiting for a light that never comes
And I told them:
Nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and a fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
You cannot stop, much less control me
When it rains, it pours
When the floodgates open, brace your shores
That pressure don't care, it breaks your doors
Say it's all you can take, better take some more
