Post by Jaxon Richards on Jul 7, 2018 1:13:17 GMT -5
This congregation of confrontation
Surroundings don't define you
Upon the fire, it's burning higher
Only actions can speak the truth
“I know it was you.” Kayla stands in Jaxon’s doorway, her arms folded over her chest, her long hair tied up and back away from her face. Those dark emerald eyes so much like his and Ambers burn with anger as she tilts her head judging Jaxons expression. Blank and emotionless as always. They seemed to both stay silent, playing a verbal game of chicken waiting till the other says something, anything to continue the conversation. Jaxon’s mouth curls up into a smirk as Kayla steps into the room. “You took my credit card.”
He laughed and shook his head standing up from his kneeling position on the floor, holding a small wooden car in one hand and sandpaper in the other as he rubbed down the edges. Kayla seemed to narrow her eyes. “I’m not stupid. You gave it to Tasmin so she could chase Adam around.” Jaxon laughed to himself and turned his head finally giving up an answer. “She paid you back…” Kayla growled and shook her head in anger. “That isn’t the point Jaxon. I’m not going to stand in their way but I sure as shit wasn’t looking to help them…”
Kayla turned to storm from the room as Jaxon finished smoothing off the front of the little wooden toy car. “What have you got against Adam anyway?” Kayla stopped mid step and pivoted on her heels to turn. “He’s one of them. He’s one of Adrien’s best friends. She’s related to us. It just doesn’t fit…” Kayla spat the words and turned again getting to the doorway before Jaxon sighed and added a little more. “Just remember what happened at the end of Romeo and Juliet...that whole family war thing...it never ends well…”
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“The biggest man in NGW…”
Jaxon laughs to himself and shakes his head, a few strands of his short black hair break free from being slicked back and now cover the right side of his face at eye level.
“If this was just about bragging rights and pride, I’d feel bad that Mason Moore is putting his career on the line against me. See if this was all just business then I wouldn’t be able to validate beating a man and taking away his livelihood. It would be hard to reconcile the conflict of interest here. See Mason at one time you were the big man of NGW, the former spotlight champion and a man many said would be a future NGW champion. A guy who so many thought was unstoppable and some kind of machine.”
“But what happened Mason?. Where did that amazing machine go?. Where did all the wins disappear to?. The last few months your entire career has been circling down a toilet bowl. Getting so close to being flushed down the drain and now, now you have come to a crossroads where one way, beating me keeps your career going and represents a turning point. But the other way, the way of reality, you lose to me and your career is over. No more Mason Moore the wrestler…”
“Back you go to Mason Moore, the bodybuilder…”
“And again, if all this was just business I might feel bad about it. Thing is though you made it personal when you brought up my baby sister. Now, I don’t know what bullshit you told her to get her into bed and I don’t know what she saw in you, you two spent some time together and you slept with her. I’m sure it was confusing for you to have to go from Tasmin to that idiot who can barely string a sentence together but you and Maria do make a perfect couple. You’re both superficial meatheads who care more about their physical appearance than actually learning how to wrestle…”
“And from my sisters reaction...Adam is bigger than you in the bedroom…”
“Just like I’m bigger than you in the ring…”
Jaxon smirks and slides his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
“I will say though, it was very ballsy of you to put your career on the line. Not very smart but then again did we ever expect you to use your brain?. I mean, Mason, buddy, you’re not exactly a member of MENSA are you?. Another reason why you and Maria are so good together. But a word of advice. When I do beat you and your in ring career is over and Maria no doubt follows you around like a puppy looking for a master, please resist the urge to validate your life by having a child. You see genetics are a thing and taking your primate sized brain power and adding to to what is basically a walking talking sex doll would be a horrible addition to the human race…”
“So please, for the sake of us all...wear a fucking condom…..”
“But what am I worried about?. You’re probably shooting blanks right chief?. Overuse of steroids can make your little swimmers sink. Just like your career has over the last six months.”
“Then again maybe I’m being the good guy in all this. See this loss and the ending of your career could be a blessing. I’m helping you look towards a better more suited career choice. One where you don’t have to think as much. And hey, in the spirit of giving, if you and Maria do want to conceive I could help you out there too. It’d even give her a chance to see what it’s like to be with a real man who is all in proportion instead of looking like a ken doll with a cocktail weiner sticky taped to wear his penis should be…”
“It’s ok though buddy, see I’m going to give you a nice parting retirement gift. When I beat you and it all hits you, that realisation that it’s all over and the dust has settled I’m going to hand you 10 bucks and a bus timetable...to get you the fuck out of wrestling….”