04-28-2020, 11:37 PM
War of the Worlds: Part Two
Cold Blooded was over with, the results were in and as I expected I was on the end of yet another fucking loss and my career here in Supreme Championship Wrestling was beginning to spiral out of control even further... The one good thing was my match opened the show, but that was a blessing and a curse as I would have to wait until Sienna had her match much later in the night to even contemplating leaving. Once Sienna left to compete against Jake Starr I was left to my own devices and with that my own thoughts, which is never a good thing… AS I would begin to find out in time…
That would not last though as a knock on the door captured my attention… My initial response was a simple one.
Chris: “Fuck off, go away.”
There was a momentary pause, I imagined whoever was at the other side of the door wasn’t expecting my reaction to be so brash, but there we were… It however didn’t take them long to compose their own response… It was then I realized who it was…
“There is no need for that sort of language sir. I’m here to give you the once over Mr. Cannon on the request of Mr. Black, it won’t take long.”
Chris: “I’m fine. I don’t need seeing. Leave me alone.”
“I’m sure you feel that way but SCW mandates that I look at you, with your history of injuries. Alternatively, I’ve been told you can come with me to a local facility and get checked out there instead.”
I contemplated the offer on the table, it would be like SCW to force something like this on me. With my state of mind as it was, I opted to remain at the arena so the medic could look me over… They would give me the once over sure, took about twenty minutes but once they had left, I was free to do as I pleased and with that in mind, I stayed in our locker room hoping to be left alone. Looking at my surroundings it brought back memories of better days, days I did miss… Days I would never get back it would seem.
I removed my gear and glared at the man staring back at me, my reflection. I would ask myself what I had become on more than one occasion as my stomach twisted into knots. I wanted to know where it all went wrong for me… Not just tonight, but every night prior to that… My body trembled with a mix reaction to my inner rage and the cold flooring underneath my feet as I walked into the adjoining en-suite shower in our locker room... The light was off in here, but I leaned back against the wall after switching on the shower and allowing the water flow down onto me.
I’d like to say it was helping to wash away my pain and my struggles but that wasn’t going to happen, I’d be a fool to think that much like there being any truth that injecting bleach would cure us of Covid-19. For many others, this PPV went as they had hoped it would. Sienna walked away with the victory over Jake Starr like I knew she would. Bree did what many thought she could not and that was not only retain her United States Championship, but she defeated James Evans to become the NEW SCW Champion as well. So, on that front I should be elated.
I should be…
But the truth is as much as I would like to be, I am not and how can I because of the shitshow my career has become lately. I know I’m not alone in this world feeling like this, but it doesn’t change that I am sick of it the more it happens… Watching others with their success has put a lot of things into perspective, allowing others to build a success using you as a run on that career ladder... Its moments tonight as men like Ace return to the company to not only become a Trios Winner, but to beat me… It cements my thought no longer wishing to be a part of this company. Placing it at the very pinnacle of the list and to top it off that piece of shit broke my nose… I suppose I could take solace in the fact I broke his, but that is only a fleeting enjoyment if nothing more because he wouldn’t care, and he would heal as would I...
While the water continues to drizzle down my face, I can see the blood washing down into the drain beneath me. I continue to sit here on the floor lost in my thoughts, which lately had become more and more a dangerous thing…
I could not tell you how long I had been sat here, I was becoming immune to the cold at this point as my body adjusted to the temperature which was probably not a good thing. I sat in silence as I heard a slight knock on the door which echoed within the four walls of this shower, the list of people who would be behind it was shorter than my win ratio in 2020 thus far…
It was followed by my wife’s voice…
Sienna: “Are you in here Chris… is everything okay? I think he left the shower on…”
I didn’t say anything in response, the sound of the water drowned out most of what she asked. It was a mumble if nothing else…
Sienna: “Chris? We’re going to head back to Bree’s home and celebrate and...”
I continued to sit in the darkness having this water fall onto me, no words willing to escape my lips in this moment I was a broken man…
That had plain had enough…
Sienna: “Chris?”
The door quietly shut allowing me to be enveloped by the darkness, I could hear Sienna and Xiomara talking amongst themselves but could not exactly make out what was said. But I did not have to wonder much longer as the door opened and the light to the shower turned on. Sienna was the first to walk in and she immediately rushes over and turns the water off.
Sienna: “Oh my god, Chris what are you doing?! Xio come quickly!!”
I continued to sit in silence as she looked around and grabbed the towel I left on the side. Xio walks in and is quick to avert her eyes as I sat there soaking wet and leaving little to the imagination.
Sienna: “We need to get you dried off immediately, you’re freezing how long have you been here?”
I couldn’t even bring myself to look up at her, I just continued to stare off into the distance looking for something to capture my vision which ended up being the edges of the tiles in the shower floor as they joined together. I could hear her panicking now as the towel moved over my body to dry me off and warm me up in that same motion. Xiomara would crouch down and try to speak with me while cupping the side of my face but again I said nothing. I would have liked to respond to them both but what was the point, what sense of solace would it bring to me? I could tell them I am fine, that I will get over it. But the truth is I am not fine, and I cannot and will not get over it.
How can I honestly? There is nothing that would fix how I feel outside wishing death on certain people who have been a thorn in my side…
But what good would that do; it would only serve as a quick fix wouldn’t it? There would be another and another and the cycle would continue over and over without an end in sight and I would end up in the very same position I find myself in right now. Sat on the floor of a shower inside an arena where yet again I failed to do what I said I would. The suggestion from Xio was to take me to a hospital to be looked over, but Sienna was adamant that was a bad idea.
Things with SCW were sensitive as it were, if they were to know I had a psychotic break at Cold Blooded, what would they do. Sign me off, use that as a reason to freeze my contract to extend my stay? I would not put it past a woman like Sasha or anyone else in her family for that matter. Time for me moved at what felt like a snail’s pace however with that said, despite frustrations on their end someway somehow Sienna and Xiomara managed to get me Bree’s home. She was adamant on Celebrating her victory.
There was a lot of people here, all people Bree knew from various places of her career. Some tied to Dior, others just friends she is made over the years. Other friends of friends who got a invite to the hottest ticket in town tonight also littered her home, which was beautiful. Xiomara would continue to try and talk to me while Sienna was in her element and mingling with everyone. She wanted to let loose and enjoy the moment with Bree, I understood that but could not share that enjoyment. It was just another thing that had eluded me during my time in SCW.
Reminding me of the night I came within a whisker of becoming SCW Champion, which ultimately fell to Dawn Lohan as the ladder was taken out from under me…
Xiomara: “Chris, you know you can speak to me if you have anything troubling you. I know how it looked tonight and I am sorry you lost but this is… Not like you papi?”
I felt her hand cup my face again, she had genuine concern on hers for me. It was true she had become a real friend recently much to the concern of Sienna, that I could see. But there was never anything going on between us, it could not because I was not her type. Although the old me when I was back home in England would have enjoyed the challenge.
Xiomara: “Sienna is worried about you, we both are… It might not look like she is now but she is keeping up appearances as should you. So far, you have said nothing to anyone here, you need to snap out of this otherwise we need to leave if it isn’t helping.”
That word brought a flicker of life to my eyes, I wanted to leave and Xio could sense that without. It was comforting to know a woman like Xiomara could feel this empathy for me, while the woman who chased after me for over three years, the woman who I fell in love within the end and married could not…
Keeping up appearances… Maybe she should do that without me…
Xiomara left me a lone for a moment to talk to Sienna, I couldn’t tell what they said to each other, but it looked heated and before long Xiomara was back and grabbing my hand with a playful wink to lighten the mood.
Xiomara: “Let’s get you out of here handsome.”
It let her lead me away, casting a glance over to Sienna who watched like a hawk. I could see she was not thrilled but that was on her right now. The driver Xiomara had hired pulled up outside and she and I sat in the back and begun the journey to the hotel.
Xiomara: “It’s just us now, you want to talk or sit in silence?”
The driver’s side was blocked off, in all reality we were alone in the back of this Limo… My mind body and soul were losing the will to do anything. I did not want to speak, but part of me yearned to when she asked and thus… I broke.
Chris: “I have nothing I want to say…”
Xiomara: “Oh really, that sounded like something…”
Chris: “Just take me back to the hotel.”
Xiomara leaned back in her seat and begun to pour herself a drink, she offered me one, but I went back into being the cold, silent brooding types every woman loves. Sarcasm at its finest.
Xiomara: “Well it wouldn’t have killed you to say something to Sienna, she worries about you. Talk to her tonight when she gets back from Bree’s, promise me that and I’ll say no more on the subject.”
Chris: “She won’t be back tonight.”
Xiomara: “She said she’ll be back in an hour or so, she’ll be back.”
I did not believe that was the case as we sat in silence. Xiomara held my hand to reassure me while heading back to the hotel, I didn’t bother removing my hand but not doing so meant I could see why people might think something was going on between us but nothing was further from the truth. She and I just shared a trust between one another which was hard to find these days in people. It was how we broke the ice when it was just the two of us one night. Her idea, not mine. Tell the other a secret no one knew, and it had to be true no lying.
She told me that she was gay, not many knew this was the case but in addition she also told me why. I could tell that was not easy for her, it was something that still haunted her to this day at times. Which is when I told her one of my secrets, something no one knew. Something that haunted me much like hers did her… Since that day we had a bond which would not waiver I like to think. One we arrived at the hotel, she led me up to the suite Sienna and I had booked, Xiomara’s was just down the hall a few doors.
Xiomara: “You going to be okay or do you want me to tuck you in?”
I short a glare at her which got a chuckle from her end and she put a hand on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.
Xiomara: “Fair enough, don’t forget to speak with Sienna when she back okay? She wants to help you carry whatever burden you have weighing, remember that. You’re married now, share the load.”
I nodded before opening the door to my room, she made sure I went inside and shut the door before heading back to her room. I did not know what she had planned the rest of the night, I did not care. The darkness of the room with just the streetlights finding their way through the cracks of the curtain was enough to undo any good the journey from the arena, to Bree’s and back here may have done…
I walked over to the armchair which was positioned in the corner of the room and sat in silence, I wanted to wait for Sienna to come home. Believe she would be just one hour or so as Xiomara told me but like I told her I knew she would not. She had been drinking and enjoying herself. It was a celebration of all things Bree Lancaster this night, winning the World Championship in her hometown. Its what dreams are made of, dreams I would never live again not unlike when I won my first championship in GDW…
That was another time, another place and felt like another lifetime as I continued to sit and wait for my wife to come home. With each minute that passed, the darkness begun to consume me the only company I had was my own reflection looking back at me. It pitied me and I pitied it. I pitied that which we had become and wondered what would come of us from here on out.
Chris: “Don’t look at me like that…”
But it did and with it I could see a hint of a smirk on it’s, on my lips…
Chris: “I said stop it…”
I stepped away from the chair and removed my jacket, tossing it on the chair behind me. Of course, he did the same and it felt like two dogs ready to have a fight with each other.
Chris: “You’re weak, you’re nothing. She does not deserve you. They don’t deserve you.”
Those words stung deep as took a step towards my opposite. The words ringing not only in my ears, but my gut as well… I would try to shake them from my head but to little avail, each one that was said carving itself a spot in my psyche…
Chris: “You’re a quitter, you are a waste of space and this world is better off without you. Superman? You let those build you up into this icon who belongs on nothing more than a canvas for the weak minded to laud over. You let them label you when you should have labelled yourself…”
I smirked again, we smirked again…
I did not like that though…
Chris: “I’ve had enough of this…”
I shook my head and grabbed my coat and left the hotel room, my own thoughts goading me as I walked down the corridor of the hotel towards the elevator. Once inside there, I hit the ground floor and waited what felt like an eternity. The mirror in the lift showing my reflection, my shadow my second skin following me. I did not have to say anything, I was already thinking it. Each thought causing me to hate myself more and more…
I just wanted out of here, out of life out of everything including this fucking hotel! I walked through the main doors after skimming the surface of the foyer and found myself on Bourbon Street. The night life was party central here, bars were open with men and women outside drinking to their hearts content. I was not familiar with my surroundings and just opted to walk through the various quarters.
I would find I had bought myself a bottle of whiskey and found somewhere to sit and drink to my hearts content. The only way to stop these thoughts was to replace them with alcohol… Sitting on some steps and watching the world pass me by was a fitting allegory for my life right now. I had only drunk some of the bottle, before throwing it to the wayside I could not even finish it, just more proof I was weak…
I spent a long time out on the streets that night, wandering aimlessly and meeting an assortment of people who I would likely never see again. It felt inconsequential in the grander scheme of things once I returned to the hotel in the AM. I took pause when from across the street I see Sienna pull up in an uber having just left Bree’s… I stood there sobering up from the night itself, my thoughts raging a party all to their own. A party to nominate me for loser of the year…
I knew she wouldn’t be back in a hour, I had that going for me. But I did not realize the extent of things as I walked back into the hotel after that. I went to my room and could hear arguments coming from Xiomara’s room, a few people stepping out of theirs to see what the commotion was. I recognised the voice, it was Sienna’s. I did not know what they were arguing about, but it was a thought lost on me as I once again changed my mind to go back to my room instead opting to go downstairs to where breakfast was being served.
They would find me of course, it was inevitable, but I was alone, with me, myself and I for a little while longer. Losing myself in my own thoughts as the warped reflection looked upon me with a smirk, our smirk… Once I was “found” by Sienna, she doted over me awash of emotion and love the likes I had not seen in a while. She was worried about me, that much I know and the questions, all the questions being ask of me as we returned to our home in Los Angeles, where ones I did not answer.
I just did not care.
But she did, they both did as I sat in the living room of our home…
Sienna: “I am beginning to get really worried about him, Xio… This is not like him… I mean I know he’s taken losses badly before, but this is something else…”
You are right I have not, but there is a first time for everything love…
Xiomara: “I think we may need to bite the bullet here and get a doctor in to look at him, attack this head on before it gets out because people will notice and that’s the last thing either of you need.”
Sienna: “No doctors, he will be okay… Right? He has to be alright…”
Xiomara: “Has he spoken to you at all since the PPV?”
I could hear everything, including Sienna’s sigh… I hadn’t spoken with her at all, the only person I spoke with that night was Xiomara and I wasn’t sure if Sienna was aware of that… I glanced up at the glass panel door leading onto the decking and could see her reflection. She crossed her arms and had a heap of concern on her face…
Sienna: “No he hasn’t… Maybe when my parents bring Nathaniel that will snap him out of it…”
Xiomara: “And if it doesn’t… Then we must think long and hard how we are going to play this hand, Sienna.”
Let me tell you how, I fold that is how...
Xiomara: “Chris was a big proponent of this and if he is off the board, what are we going to do? I warned him about going into the PPV with the wrong mindset against Ace, and it looks like he did just that even though promised he wouldn’t…”
I could not help myself; he is someone I just want to throttle…
Sienna: “What are you talking about?”
Xiomara: “It doesn’t matter now, what does is we get him to snap out of whatever THAT is right there.”
The pair of them walked off into the kitchen area where I could not hear them, the baby was still with Sienna’s mother and father which was the case each time we would head out to compete. They would be bringing him home today and that thought brought with it a whole heap of other questions as to why they should bother. My thoughts were like a ticking timebomb as I sat here allowing them to spiral out of control wondering if maybe Nathaniel was actually better off with Kelcey after all, I did not feel fit to be a father for him right now if ever. My relationship with my son Christian was not any better… Much akin to the relationship I had forged with my own father as a kid growing up.
My brothers all hated me; I could only imagine my sisters did as well. The company, the fans all despise me for who I am as well when they once adored me... The more I thought of it, maybe I should be the one that was gone from this story. I had told Kelcey before the PPV that she was the reason my life was terrible, but I don’t think I believed that… Now as I sat here it was obvious I was becoming an anchor to Sienna and her career, deadweight she needed to get rid of... It made me question why she was so obsessed with me all these years… I don’t deserve that love she has for me, I never did… How can she love such a colossal fuck up?! Do not believe me, we had the World Championship in our hands, and yet it was me who got pinned in a match we gave ourselves every single advantage imaginable… By rights we should have won, if she were teamed with anyone else, I believe she would have…
I felt lower than Derek Adonis right now… He’s been a champion in SCW more times than I have… I could not buy a victory right now and whichever match I would be put in next; I knew I would not win either. So why bother was the thought running through my mind. It would be quick. Probably I did not know to be honest whether that would be the case. My thoughts were overpowering as I sat there weighing up the pro’s and con’s on whether It was worth being on this earth… I could feel the cool breeze and the sun beaming onto my face as I took a deep breath and then immediately, I heard an almighty scream come from behind me.
Sienna: “CHRIS!!!!”
Hurried footsteps followed as I turned back to see Sienna and Xiomara stood at the balcony door with terrified looks on their faces. They were scared for me not of me as I was now looking down at the valley behind our home as I stood on top of the barrier with my arms stretched out like I was about to swan dive off to the rocks down below…
It was quiet and relaxing up here… Almost like I was flying like “Superman”…
Sienna: “Chris what are you doing, come down now please…”
Xiomara: “Papi… Whatever you think you’re going to do, you need to do the opposite…”
But what If I don’t want to? What then?
Xiomara: “I know you’re stressed; I know you have a lot going on up there but it isn’t bad enough that you want to do this... You have a wife and sons who love you very much… Right Sienna?”
Sienna: “Yes, YES Now please… get down Chris… You’re scaring me…”
I do not mean to scare you babe… I am scaring myself right now… I love you and the kids, but I cannot love myself right now… I cannot look at myself… Something must change… I must change…
Chris: “I… Must change…”
I felt one footstep off the banister as the scream echoed through the valley, it is a pitch loud enough to shatter glass. I stepped off and turned as I felt my body battled with gravity, a race to see who would win… Looking up as see them all staring back, everyone I wronged… Everyone I hated with every fibre of my being. I smile knowing this would be the end, that they would be free of me, I would be free once and for all… I can feel a tear well up in the corner of my eye, the emotion taking its toll and with a crack I land on the rocks, with a smash I roll down the hill only to skid to a grinding halt as the dust from the valley fills the air…
I would cough if I could but I cannot because…
That was what I see as I was pulled backwards to the balcony itself by both Sienna and Xiomara… They both grabbed hold of me and held me tightly between them with shock in their eyes. I just continued to imagine, to dream, fantasize that they never caught me and pulled me back, that I did indeed fall to the rocks beneath us… With a Smack, Bang, Wallop that even Wile E. Coyote would be proud of.
I was sick… But that sickness was gone now.
Chris Cannon was dead.
But the only thought left for me was what did he leave behind…
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A lot had happened since the PPV, I travelled to many a dark place, some places I wasn’t proud of but as I stood here in front of the camera, I believed without question it was all for a reason. Grabbing my wife by the throat in our gym, it was for a reason. Imagining myself committing suicide, it was a for a reason. One I knew was going to show itself in due course and when it did, I would be ready to welcome it whatever it may be. But my focus now was on Breakdown. It was on the news that I would be thrown back to the wolves with Sienna and Glory Braddock. Supreme Championship Wrestling no doubt looking to plunge another knife into my back as they try to be rid of me once and for all.
Sasha standing there with that golden shovel of hers…
I stand dressed in an all-black suit with tie, fitting for my mood lately and how far I was going to go from now on as I looked to wage a war with SCW. I take a deep breath and exhale through my nose, a slight whistle can be heard as the broken nose continues to heal, a stark reminder of my battle, my fight with Ace Marshall. I glance over at my reflection in the mirror behind the camera, the bridge of my nose taped up and the black eyes that had formed, had all but begun to fade away now, barely noticeable unless you looked…
It was just the camera and I, alone with my thoughts which were dangerous for many a reason all would find out in due course…
[Rec.]
Chris: “When I first joined this company, I did so with the best of intentions. I did so out of love for my then girlfriend and soon to be wife at the time... A woman whose name now sickens me to the pit of my stomach, so much so I cannot bring myself to utter it on camera. But while that is the case, lets continue, shall we? I came to SCW because I wanted to be one of the absolute best in the world. Wrestling is in my blood; it has been since I was child coming from a wrestling family. The stories of this company are known all over the world, it is seen as the absolute best company in the world, one of the longest running and one that has a talent pool the likes of which others could only be jealous. When I first signed my contract in SCW seven years ago that was back then, and now as I stand here years later I can’t help but shake my head as it’s become a shadow of its former self under the management of Sasha and her golden shovel.”
I adjust the cuff of my shirt a little before pressing my thumb into the palm of my hand… I would stop when I begun addressing the camera again…
Chris: “A lot has happened since the day I walked into this company, but one thing that you can guarantee no matter what is that there has always been controversy. It is amazing at how much over the fifteen plus years. Whether it was Aiken Frost taking out Lucas Knight thanks to his monster, Blitzkrieg to then go on and dominate in two-thousand and thirteen. To the birth of Infamous, or Monarchy or Rachel Frost trying to physically murder Syren on PPV all of which are in recent memory. Controversy makes this company money, LOTS of money so I wonder when it was no longer about the money for SCW and instead screwing over its talent for controversy instead?”
Thinking long and hard about it, I once again press my thumb into my palm as I think about what I want to say. Cold Blooded gave me a lot of food for thought, once I snapped out of what troubled me that night…
Chris: “I stand here before you as a man who has made many choices lately, a man who you all despise because of those very choices, because of controversy. I find it fitting that you still vilify me over things such as my rivalry with Kennedy street, to the kiss that was felt around the world with Sienna. To the televised promo for Taking Hold of the Flame at the bedside of my ex-wife while she lay in a coma… I could go on but why bother because it’s these reason’s and more why you hate me as you once lauded me with such passion and it is that passion, that newfound resentment which is going to fuel me even more as we move forward together in SCW. And forward is where I will go because If you thought things were bad right now, let me tell you that this is just the beginning for us all. My eyes you could say have been well and truly opened, I have seen the light and because of that I know what I must DO. I know who I must do it TO. And I know HOW I am going to fucking do it.”
I take a pause for a moment, running the course of events through my mind. Albeit I focused just on my match specifically with Ace Marshall… I focused on the referee, I focused on the fans… Every minute detail was etched into my brain…
Chris: “Because you see a lot happened at Cold Blooded didn’t it? You have a new SCW World Heavyweight Champion in Bree Lancaster who is also our United States Champion as well. A woman I could not be prouder of. We have a new Adrenaline Champion as well, Peyton Rice who defeated Jordan Majors. Karma certainly taking receipt of her actions against Sienna. There was a wonderland match which is not getting another word from me because of its lunacy. And of course, to kick it all off you all got what you hoped, yours truly losing yet another match in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Oh, how you sang that night, I could hear you from the gorilla position all the way as I headed back to my locker room… But was it what you really wanted?”
Chris: “Was I made a fool out of as I stood here no less the night before the show telling you all that I faced a man who did not care? A man who took life as a joke, took ME as a Joke along with his wife. The same man who would belittle the size of my penis for his own entertainment to try and get under my skin. This very same man is the one who brought the fight to me at Cold-Blooded. The very same man who carries his trios’ contract like a carrot on a stick, he just dangles it high enough so others cannot reach. Because with that he does not have to try, he has a guaranteed opportunity, which must be nice.”
Chris: “Of course I’m talking about you Ace Marshall, but you already know that. You have been expecting it. Because whether I want it or not you are already in my head, and I do not think you will be leaving anytime soon. Which I am certain you probably love to hear; it is something you no doubt would use to lube yourself up while you pleasure yourself or Asher Hayes. But while that is the case, I will still do my utmost to make sure that you do not love it, that I become something you despise... See losing to you at the PPV Ace, it awoke something inside me, I do not know how to explain it to you really. It is something I will have to show you in person on Breakdown during this match. Which I know hearing this you and or Asher will make a joke out of it, and you are free to do what you like. Its that mentality you two share which is going to be your downfall in the end. Life is not a joke; this business is not a joke. Wrestling is NOT a joke to me; it never has been. I’ve worked incredibly hard to reach this point in my career and it sickens me to see mongrels like you gifted opportunity after opportunity.”
For the first time I grit my teeth, I clench a fist and regain my composure…
Chris: “Heard it all before, yeah. Sure theres a horse there and I may still be beating it, but I will continue to beat it into glue until my voice is heard and this company understands I won’t shut up about it until I am given that which I am OWED. But while I am on the subject. Since you have returned Asher with this comeback story which no doubt SCW will milk into a documentary in the near future soon because of your past addictions, you have been a two-time Adrenaline Champion, you have had more opportunities than I have within the last seven months alone at the championship I haven’t held in six years. I was looking back at the history books; this company’s title history and you know what I learned? That Derek Adonis has held more championship gold than I have… That is right… The Television title Twice... You know who else has held that belt twice? Konrad Raab! Kelsai Adamson-Mason and the list goes on…”
I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, just thinking about it started to bring back those thoughts I had weeks ago… It was embarrassing to think that someone like Raab had held more gold than me…
Chris: “Aaron Blackbourne, three times a TV Champion and one who has been given many chances at other championships as well along the way… I could go on but ultimately the real kick in the teeth for me is the fact I have not held championship gold in this company since two-thousand and fucking fourteen. The last time I did, ironically was Fatal Fortunes when I was forced to defend my Adrenaline Championship at the time in a gauntlet! Which reminds me what event is returning soon? Now of course I have had the odd opportunity, but none… NONE as frequent as the lot of you they have been few n far between. I have been ignored for the trios twice, citing it is “Random drawings”. I have seen a kid become World Champion before me. I have never had a sniff at the Television Championship before and while it would be welcomed who am I kidding, SCW Would not do that because I am Chris Cannon. I am not Lucas Knight under a mask, I’m not Katie Steward, I’m not that fat arsed bitch, Kandis or Regan Street! And you wonder why I am bitter?”
Chris: “I am sick of this company playing games with my career as if I was its very own person plaything. It is going to stop from here on out, because now I am going to play back in ways, you’re going to regret ever wronging me. This tag team match tomorrow night is one that is going to go down in the history books of Breakdown main events. The wealth of experience between the six of us should be enough to wet the appetite of the fans. But my appetite is a lot hard to sate. I look at the three of you and cannot wait to get in the ring. Ace Marshall, I owe you for so much already and I know this is just the beginning of something far more enticing in the future.”
Chris: “Asher, you career tells me its own story much like your return has. That SCW is going to cater to your every fucking whim so like Regan you too can be a Supreme Champion before you retire. I will not let that be at my expense, do you understand? I am going to prove to the world just why I am better than you and Ace Marshall... I am going to show all of THEM that what happened at Cold-Blooded was a mistake, it was a moment of madness and should not have happened. And As for you Selena, you, and I we have a history, one that hasn’t really taken shape in a long, long time. Two-thousand and fourteen to be exact I believe. I heard what you had to say, whether I am happy that World Championship is back in our camp. That goes without question. But it doesn’t change much in the fact that I am still better than you. In this match I am one person who has yet to hold the SCW Championship other than Glory on my team and that stings.”
Chris: “I’ll show you how much that is the case tomorrow night. Because while I left the PPV with the loss two weeks ago, I left with something far more rewarding. A new focus, a new insatiable hunger and that is dangerous for all of you.”
I lean down on the desk in front of me now and look at the camera, my thoughts racing a mile a minute with so much I wanted to say but unable to string along a sentence. I would let my actions in the ring do the talking, say what I could not. I was going into this match with every intent of hurt Ace Marshall, Asher Hayes and Selena Frost. Nothing new to them, but it was for me because I intended on leaving my mark on each of them and take a little of them with me…
This was not just a war of the worlds for me, this was the beginning of a holocaust…
Cold Blooded was over with, the results were in and as I expected I was on the end of yet another fucking loss and my career here in Supreme Championship Wrestling was beginning to spiral out of control even further... The one good thing was my match opened the show, but that was a blessing and a curse as I would have to wait until Sienna had her match much later in the night to even contemplating leaving. Once Sienna left to compete against Jake Starr I was left to my own devices and with that my own thoughts, which is never a good thing… AS I would begin to find out in time…
That would not last though as a knock on the door captured my attention… My initial response was a simple one.
Chris: “Fuck off, go away.”
There was a momentary pause, I imagined whoever was at the other side of the door wasn’t expecting my reaction to be so brash, but there we were… It however didn’t take them long to compose their own response… It was then I realized who it was…
“There is no need for that sort of language sir. I’m here to give you the once over Mr. Cannon on the request of Mr. Black, it won’t take long.”
Chris: “I’m fine. I don’t need seeing. Leave me alone.”
“I’m sure you feel that way but SCW mandates that I look at you, with your history of injuries. Alternatively, I’ve been told you can come with me to a local facility and get checked out there instead.”
I contemplated the offer on the table, it would be like SCW to force something like this on me. With my state of mind as it was, I opted to remain at the arena so the medic could look me over… They would give me the once over sure, took about twenty minutes but once they had left, I was free to do as I pleased and with that in mind, I stayed in our locker room hoping to be left alone. Looking at my surroundings it brought back memories of better days, days I did miss… Days I would never get back it would seem.
I removed my gear and glared at the man staring back at me, my reflection. I would ask myself what I had become on more than one occasion as my stomach twisted into knots. I wanted to know where it all went wrong for me… Not just tonight, but every night prior to that… My body trembled with a mix reaction to my inner rage and the cold flooring underneath my feet as I walked into the adjoining en-suite shower in our locker room... The light was off in here, but I leaned back against the wall after switching on the shower and allowing the water flow down onto me.
I’d like to say it was helping to wash away my pain and my struggles but that wasn’t going to happen, I’d be a fool to think that much like there being any truth that injecting bleach would cure us of Covid-19. For many others, this PPV went as they had hoped it would. Sienna walked away with the victory over Jake Starr like I knew she would. Bree did what many thought she could not and that was not only retain her United States Championship, but she defeated James Evans to become the NEW SCW Champion as well. So, on that front I should be elated.
I should be…
But the truth is as much as I would like to be, I am not and how can I because of the shitshow my career has become lately. I know I’m not alone in this world feeling like this, but it doesn’t change that I am sick of it the more it happens… Watching others with their success has put a lot of things into perspective, allowing others to build a success using you as a run on that career ladder... Its moments tonight as men like Ace return to the company to not only become a Trios Winner, but to beat me… It cements my thought no longer wishing to be a part of this company. Placing it at the very pinnacle of the list and to top it off that piece of shit broke my nose… I suppose I could take solace in the fact I broke his, but that is only a fleeting enjoyment if nothing more because he wouldn’t care, and he would heal as would I...
While the water continues to drizzle down my face, I can see the blood washing down into the drain beneath me. I continue to sit here on the floor lost in my thoughts, which lately had become more and more a dangerous thing…
I could not tell you how long I had been sat here, I was becoming immune to the cold at this point as my body adjusted to the temperature which was probably not a good thing. I sat in silence as I heard a slight knock on the door which echoed within the four walls of this shower, the list of people who would be behind it was shorter than my win ratio in 2020 thus far…
It was followed by my wife’s voice…
Sienna: “Are you in here Chris… is everything okay? I think he left the shower on…”
I didn’t say anything in response, the sound of the water drowned out most of what she asked. It was a mumble if nothing else…
Sienna: “Chris? We’re going to head back to Bree’s home and celebrate and...”
I continued to sit in the darkness having this water fall onto me, no words willing to escape my lips in this moment I was a broken man…
That had plain had enough…
Sienna: “Chris?”
The door quietly shut allowing me to be enveloped by the darkness, I could hear Sienna and Xiomara talking amongst themselves but could not exactly make out what was said. But I did not have to wonder much longer as the door opened and the light to the shower turned on. Sienna was the first to walk in and she immediately rushes over and turns the water off.
Sienna: “Oh my god, Chris what are you doing?! Xio come quickly!!”
I continued to sit in silence as she looked around and grabbed the towel I left on the side. Xio walks in and is quick to avert her eyes as I sat there soaking wet and leaving little to the imagination.
Sienna: “We need to get you dried off immediately, you’re freezing how long have you been here?”
I couldn’t even bring myself to look up at her, I just continued to stare off into the distance looking for something to capture my vision which ended up being the edges of the tiles in the shower floor as they joined together. I could hear her panicking now as the towel moved over my body to dry me off and warm me up in that same motion. Xiomara would crouch down and try to speak with me while cupping the side of my face but again I said nothing. I would have liked to respond to them both but what was the point, what sense of solace would it bring to me? I could tell them I am fine, that I will get over it. But the truth is I am not fine, and I cannot and will not get over it.
How can I honestly? There is nothing that would fix how I feel outside wishing death on certain people who have been a thorn in my side…
But what good would that do; it would only serve as a quick fix wouldn’t it? There would be another and another and the cycle would continue over and over without an end in sight and I would end up in the very same position I find myself in right now. Sat on the floor of a shower inside an arena where yet again I failed to do what I said I would. The suggestion from Xio was to take me to a hospital to be looked over, but Sienna was adamant that was a bad idea.
Things with SCW were sensitive as it were, if they were to know I had a psychotic break at Cold Blooded, what would they do. Sign me off, use that as a reason to freeze my contract to extend my stay? I would not put it past a woman like Sasha or anyone else in her family for that matter. Time for me moved at what felt like a snail’s pace however with that said, despite frustrations on their end someway somehow Sienna and Xiomara managed to get me Bree’s home. She was adamant on Celebrating her victory.
There was a lot of people here, all people Bree knew from various places of her career. Some tied to Dior, others just friends she is made over the years. Other friends of friends who got a invite to the hottest ticket in town tonight also littered her home, which was beautiful. Xiomara would continue to try and talk to me while Sienna was in her element and mingling with everyone. She wanted to let loose and enjoy the moment with Bree, I understood that but could not share that enjoyment. It was just another thing that had eluded me during my time in SCW.
Reminding me of the night I came within a whisker of becoming SCW Champion, which ultimately fell to Dawn Lohan as the ladder was taken out from under me…
Xiomara: “Chris, you know you can speak to me if you have anything troubling you. I know how it looked tonight and I am sorry you lost but this is… Not like you papi?”
I felt her hand cup my face again, she had genuine concern on hers for me. It was true she had become a real friend recently much to the concern of Sienna, that I could see. But there was never anything going on between us, it could not because I was not her type. Although the old me when I was back home in England would have enjoyed the challenge.
Xiomara: “Sienna is worried about you, we both are… It might not look like she is now but she is keeping up appearances as should you. So far, you have said nothing to anyone here, you need to snap out of this otherwise we need to leave if it isn’t helping.”
That word brought a flicker of life to my eyes, I wanted to leave and Xio could sense that without. It was comforting to know a woman like Xiomara could feel this empathy for me, while the woman who chased after me for over three years, the woman who I fell in love within the end and married could not…
Keeping up appearances… Maybe she should do that without me…
Xiomara left me a lone for a moment to talk to Sienna, I couldn’t tell what they said to each other, but it looked heated and before long Xiomara was back and grabbing my hand with a playful wink to lighten the mood.
Xiomara: “Let’s get you out of here handsome.”
It let her lead me away, casting a glance over to Sienna who watched like a hawk. I could see she was not thrilled but that was on her right now. The driver Xiomara had hired pulled up outside and she and I sat in the back and begun the journey to the hotel.
Xiomara: “It’s just us now, you want to talk or sit in silence?”
The driver’s side was blocked off, in all reality we were alone in the back of this Limo… My mind body and soul were losing the will to do anything. I did not want to speak, but part of me yearned to when she asked and thus… I broke.
Chris: “I have nothing I want to say…”
Xiomara: “Oh really, that sounded like something…”
Chris: “Just take me back to the hotel.”
Xiomara leaned back in her seat and begun to pour herself a drink, she offered me one, but I went back into being the cold, silent brooding types every woman loves. Sarcasm at its finest.
Xiomara: “Well it wouldn’t have killed you to say something to Sienna, she worries about you. Talk to her tonight when she gets back from Bree’s, promise me that and I’ll say no more on the subject.”
Chris: “She won’t be back tonight.”
Xiomara: “She said she’ll be back in an hour or so, she’ll be back.”
I did not believe that was the case as we sat in silence. Xiomara held my hand to reassure me while heading back to the hotel, I didn’t bother removing my hand but not doing so meant I could see why people might think something was going on between us but nothing was further from the truth. She and I just shared a trust between one another which was hard to find these days in people. It was how we broke the ice when it was just the two of us one night. Her idea, not mine. Tell the other a secret no one knew, and it had to be true no lying.
She told me that she was gay, not many knew this was the case but in addition she also told me why. I could tell that was not easy for her, it was something that still haunted her to this day at times. Which is when I told her one of my secrets, something no one knew. Something that haunted me much like hers did her… Since that day we had a bond which would not waiver I like to think. One we arrived at the hotel, she led me up to the suite Sienna and I had booked, Xiomara’s was just down the hall a few doors.
Xiomara: “You going to be okay or do you want me to tuck you in?”
I short a glare at her which got a chuckle from her end and she put a hand on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.
Xiomara: “Fair enough, don’t forget to speak with Sienna when she back okay? She wants to help you carry whatever burden you have weighing, remember that. You’re married now, share the load.”
I nodded before opening the door to my room, she made sure I went inside and shut the door before heading back to her room. I did not know what she had planned the rest of the night, I did not care. The darkness of the room with just the streetlights finding their way through the cracks of the curtain was enough to undo any good the journey from the arena, to Bree’s and back here may have done…
I walked over to the armchair which was positioned in the corner of the room and sat in silence, I wanted to wait for Sienna to come home. Believe she would be just one hour or so as Xiomara told me but like I told her I knew she would not. She had been drinking and enjoying herself. It was a celebration of all things Bree Lancaster this night, winning the World Championship in her hometown. Its what dreams are made of, dreams I would never live again not unlike when I won my first championship in GDW…
That was another time, another place and felt like another lifetime as I continued to sit and wait for my wife to come home. With each minute that passed, the darkness begun to consume me the only company I had was my own reflection looking back at me. It pitied me and I pitied it. I pitied that which we had become and wondered what would come of us from here on out.
Chris: “Don’t look at me like that…”
But it did and with it I could see a hint of a smirk on it’s, on my lips…
Chris: “I said stop it…”
I stepped away from the chair and removed my jacket, tossing it on the chair behind me. Of course, he did the same and it felt like two dogs ready to have a fight with each other.
Chris: “You’re weak, you’re nothing. She does not deserve you. They don’t deserve you.”
Those words stung deep as took a step towards my opposite. The words ringing not only in my ears, but my gut as well… I would try to shake them from my head but to little avail, each one that was said carving itself a spot in my psyche…
Chris: “You’re a quitter, you are a waste of space and this world is better off without you. Superman? You let those build you up into this icon who belongs on nothing more than a canvas for the weak minded to laud over. You let them label you when you should have labelled yourself…”
I smirked again, we smirked again…
I did not like that though…
Chris: “I’ve had enough of this…”
I shook my head and grabbed my coat and left the hotel room, my own thoughts goading me as I walked down the corridor of the hotel towards the elevator. Once inside there, I hit the ground floor and waited what felt like an eternity. The mirror in the lift showing my reflection, my shadow my second skin following me. I did not have to say anything, I was already thinking it. Each thought causing me to hate myself more and more…
I just wanted out of here, out of life out of everything including this fucking hotel! I walked through the main doors after skimming the surface of the foyer and found myself on Bourbon Street. The night life was party central here, bars were open with men and women outside drinking to their hearts content. I was not familiar with my surroundings and just opted to walk through the various quarters.
I would find I had bought myself a bottle of whiskey and found somewhere to sit and drink to my hearts content. The only way to stop these thoughts was to replace them with alcohol… Sitting on some steps and watching the world pass me by was a fitting allegory for my life right now. I had only drunk some of the bottle, before throwing it to the wayside I could not even finish it, just more proof I was weak…
I spent a long time out on the streets that night, wandering aimlessly and meeting an assortment of people who I would likely never see again. It felt inconsequential in the grander scheme of things once I returned to the hotel in the AM. I took pause when from across the street I see Sienna pull up in an uber having just left Bree’s… I stood there sobering up from the night itself, my thoughts raging a party all to their own. A party to nominate me for loser of the year…
I knew she wouldn’t be back in a hour, I had that going for me. But I did not realize the extent of things as I walked back into the hotel after that. I went to my room and could hear arguments coming from Xiomara’s room, a few people stepping out of theirs to see what the commotion was. I recognised the voice, it was Sienna’s. I did not know what they were arguing about, but it was a thought lost on me as I once again changed my mind to go back to my room instead opting to go downstairs to where breakfast was being served.
They would find me of course, it was inevitable, but I was alone, with me, myself and I for a little while longer. Losing myself in my own thoughts as the warped reflection looked upon me with a smirk, our smirk… Once I was “found” by Sienna, she doted over me awash of emotion and love the likes I had not seen in a while. She was worried about me, that much I know and the questions, all the questions being ask of me as we returned to our home in Los Angeles, where ones I did not answer.
I just did not care.
But she did, they both did as I sat in the living room of our home…
Sienna: “I am beginning to get really worried about him, Xio… This is not like him… I mean I know he’s taken losses badly before, but this is something else…”
You are right I have not, but there is a first time for everything love…
Xiomara: “I think we may need to bite the bullet here and get a doctor in to look at him, attack this head on before it gets out because people will notice and that’s the last thing either of you need.”
Sienna: “No doctors, he will be okay… Right? He has to be alright…”
Xiomara: “Has he spoken to you at all since the PPV?”
I could hear everything, including Sienna’s sigh… I hadn’t spoken with her at all, the only person I spoke with that night was Xiomara and I wasn’t sure if Sienna was aware of that… I glanced up at the glass panel door leading onto the decking and could see her reflection. She crossed her arms and had a heap of concern on her face…
Sienna: “No he hasn’t… Maybe when my parents bring Nathaniel that will snap him out of it…”
Xiomara: “And if it doesn’t… Then we must think long and hard how we are going to play this hand, Sienna.”
Let me tell you how, I fold that is how...
Xiomara: “Chris was a big proponent of this and if he is off the board, what are we going to do? I warned him about going into the PPV with the wrong mindset against Ace, and it looks like he did just that even though promised he wouldn’t…”
I could not help myself; he is someone I just want to throttle…
Sienna: “What are you talking about?”
Xiomara: “It doesn’t matter now, what does is we get him to snap out of whatever THAT is right there.”
The pair of them walked off into the kitchen area where I could not hear them, the baby was still with Sienna’s mother and father which was the case each time we would head out to compete. They would be bringing him home today and that thought brought with it a whole heap of other questions as to why they should bother. My thoughts were like a ticking timebomb as I sat here allowing them to spiral out of control wondering if maybe Nathaniel was actually better off with Kelcey after all, I did not feel fit to be a father for him right now if ever. My relationship with my son Christian was not any better… Much akin to the relationship I had forged with my own father as a kid growing up.
My brothers all hated me; I could only imagine my sisters did as well. The company, the fans all despise me for who I am as well when they once adored me... The more I thought of it, maybe I should be the one that was gone from this story. I had told Kelcey before the PPV that she was the reason my life was terrible, but I don’t think I believed that… Now as I sat here it was obvious I was becoming an anchor to Sienna and her career, deadweight she needed to get rid of... It made me question why she was so obsessed with me all these years… I don’t deserve that love she has for me, I never did… How can she love such a colossal fuck up?! Do not believe me, we had the World Championship in our hands, and yet it was me who got pinned in a match we gave ourselves every single advantage imaginable… By rights we should have won, if she were teamed with anyone else, I believe she would have…
I felt lower than Derek Adonis right now… He’s been a champion in SCW more times than I have… I could not buy a victory right now and whichever match I would be put in next; I knew I would not win either. So why bother was the thought running through my mind. It would be quick. Probably I did not know to be honest whether that would be the case. My thoughts were overpowering as I sat there weighing up the pro’s and con’s on whether It was worth being on this earth… I could feel the cool breeze and the sun beaming onto my face as I took a deep breath and then immediately, I heard an almighty scream come from behind me.
Sienna: “CHRIS!!!!”
Hurried footsteps followed as I turned back to see Sienna and Xiomara stood at the balcony door with terrified looks on their faces. They were scared for me not of me as I was now looking down at the valley behind our home as I stood on top of the barrier with my arms stretched out like I was about to swan dive off to the rocks down below…
It was quiet and relaxing up here… Almost like I was flying like “Superman”…
Sienna: “Chris what are you doing, come down now please…”
Xiomara: “Papi… Whatever you think you’re going to do, you need to do the opposite…”
But what If I don’t want to? What then?
Xiomara: “I know you’re stressed; I know you have a lot going on up there but it isn’t bad enough that you want to do this... You have a wife and sons who love you very much… Right Sienna?”
Sienna: “Yes, YES Now please… get down Chris… You’re scaring me…”
I do not mean to scare you babe… I am scaring myself right now… I love you and the kids, but I cannot love myself right now… I cannot look at myself… Something must change… I must change…
Chris: “I… Must change…”
I felt one footstep off the banister as the scream echoed through the valley, it is a pitch loud enough to shatter glass. I stepped off and turned as I felt my body battled with gravity, a race to see who would win… Looking up as see them all staring back, everyone I wronged… Everyone I hated with every fibre of my being. I smile knowing this would be the end, that they would be free of me, I would be free once and for all… I can feel a tear well up in the corner of my eye, the emotion taking its toll and with a crack I land on the rocks, with a smash I roll down the hill only to skid to a grinding halt as the dust from the valley fills the air…
I would cough if I could but I cannot because…
That was what I see as I was pulled backwards to the balcony itself by both Sienna and Xiomara… They both grabbed hold of me and held me tightly between them with shock in their eyes. I just continued to imagine, to dream, fantasize that they never caught me and pulled me back, that I did indeed fall to the rocks beneath us… With a Smack, Bang, Wallop that even Wile E. Coyote would be proud of.
I was sick… But that sickness was gone now.
Chris Cannon was dead.
But the only thought left for me was what did he leave behind…
+========================+
A lot had happened since the PPV, I travelled to many a dark place, some places I wasn’t proud of but as I stood here in front of the camera, I believed without question it was all for a reason. Grabbing my wife by the throat in our gym, it was for a reason. Imagining myself committing suicide, it was a for a reason. One I knew was going to show itself in due course and when it did, I would be ready to welcome it whatever it may be. But my focus now was on Breakdown. It was on the news that I would be thrown back to the wolves with Sienna and Glory Braddock. Supreme Championship Wrestling no doubt looking to plunge another knife into my back as they try to be rid of me once and for all.
Sasha standing there with that golden shovel of hers…
I stand dressed in an all-black suit with tie, fitting for my mood lately and how far I was going to go from now on as I looked to wage a war with SCW. I take a deep breath and exhale through my nose, a slight whistle can be heard as the broken nose continues to heal, a stark reminder of my battle, my fight with Ace Marshall. I glance over at my reflection in the mirror behind the camera, the bridge of my nose taped up and the black eyes that had formed, had all but begun to fade away now, barely noticeable unless you looked…
It was just the camera and I, alone with my thoughts which were dangerous for many a reason all would find out in due course…
[Rec.]
Chris: “When I first joined this company, I did so with the best of intentions. I did so out of love for my then girlfriend and soon to be wife at the time... A woman whose name now sickens me to the pit of my stomach, so much so I cannot bring myself to utter it on camera. But while that is the case, lets continue, shall we? I came to SCW because I wanted to be one of the absolute best in the world. Wrestling is in my blood; it has been since I was child coming from a wrestling family. The stories of this company are known all over the world, it is seen as the absolute best company in the world, one of the longest running and one that has a talent pool the likes of which others could only be jealous. When I first signed my contract in SCW seven years ago that was back then, and now as I stand here years later I can’t help but shake my head as it’s become a shadow of its former self under the management of Sasha and her golden shovel.”
I adjust the cuff of my shirt a little before pressing my thumb into the palm of my hand… I would stop when I begun addressing the camera again…
Chris: “A lot has happened since the day I walked into this company, but one thing that you can guarantee no matter what is that there has always been controversy. It is amazing at how much over the fifteen plus years. Whether it was Aiken Frost taking out Lucas Knight thanks to his monster, Blitzkrieg to then go on and dominate in two-thousand and thirteen. To the birth of Infamous, or Monarchy or Rachel Frost trying to physically murder Syren on PPV all of which are in recent memory. Controversy makes this company money, LOTS of money so I wonder when it was no longer about the money for SCW and instead screwing over its talent for controversy instead?”
Thinking long and hard about it, I once again press my thumb into my palm as I think about what I want to say. Cold Blooded gave me a lot of food for thought, once I snapped out of what troubled me that night…
Chris: “I stand here before you as a man who has made many choices lately, a man who you all despise because of those very choices, because of controversy. I find it fitting that you still vilify me over things such as my rivalry with Kennedy street, to the kiss that was felt around the world with Sienna. To the televised promo for Taking Hold of the Flame at the bedside of my ex-wife while she lay in a coma… I could go on but why bother because it’s these reason’s and more why you hate me as you once lauded me with such passion and it is that passion, that newfound resentment which is going to fuel me even more as we move forward together in SCW. And forward is where I will go because If you thought things were bad right now, let me tell you that this is just the beginning for us all. My eyes you could say have been well and truly opened, I have seen the light and because of that I know what I must DO. I know who I must do it TO. And I know HOW I am going to fucking do it.”
I take a pause for a moment, running the course of events through my mind. Albeit I focused just on my match specifically with Ace Marshall… I focused on the referee, I focused on the fans… Every minute detail was etched into my brain…
Chris: “Because you see a lot happened at Cold Blooded didn’t it? You have a new SCW World Heavyweight Champion in Bree Lancaster who is also our United States Champion as well. A woman I could not be prouder of. We have a new Adrenaline Champion as well, Peyton Rice who defeated Jordan Majors. Karma certainly taking receipt of her actions against Sienna. There was a wonderland match which is not getting another word from me because of its lunacy. And of course, to kick it all off you all got what you hoped, yours truly losing yet another match in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Oh, how you sang that night, I could hear you from the gorilla position all the way as I headed back to my locker room… But was it what you really wanted?”
Chris: “Was I made a fool out of as I stood here no less the night before the show telling you all that I faced a man who did not care? A man who took life as a joke, took ME as a Joke along with his wife. The same man who would belittle the size of my penis for his own entertainment to try and get under my skin. This very same man is the one who brought the fight to me at Cold-Blooded. The very same man who carries his trios’ contract like a carrot on a stick, he just dangles it high enough so others cannot reach. Because with that he does not have to try, he has a guaranteed opportunity, which must be nice.”
Chris: “Of course I’m talking about you Ace Marshall, but you already know that. You have been expecting it. Because whether I want it or not you are already in my head, and I do not think you will be leaving anytime soon. Which I am certain you probably love to hear; it is something you no doubt would use to lube yourself up while you pleasure yourself or Asher Hayes. But while that is the case, I will still do my utmost to make sure that you do not love it, that I become something you despise... See losing to you at the PPV Ace, it awoke something inside me, I do not know how to explain it to you really. It is something I will have to show you in person on Breakdown during this match. Which I know hearing this you and or Asher will make a joke out of it, and you are free to do what you like. Its that mentality you two share which is going to be your downfall in the end. Life is not a joke; this business is not a joke. Wrestling is NOT a joke to me; it never has been. I’ve worked incredibly hard to reach this point in my career and it sickens me to see mongrels like you gifted opportunity after opportunity.”
For the first time I grit my teeth, I clench a fist and regain my composure…
Chris: “Heard it all before, yeah. Sure theres a horse there and I may still be beating it, but I will continue to beat it into glue until my voice is heard and this company understands I won’t shut up about it until I am given that which I am OWED. But while I am on the subject. Since you have returned Asher with this comeback story which no doubt SCW will milk into a documentary in the near future soon because of your past addictions, you have been a two-time Adrenaline Champion, you have had more opportunities than I have within the last seven months alone at the championship I haven’t held in six years. I was looking back at the history books; this company’s title history and you know what I learned? That Derek Adonis has held more championship gold than I have… That is right… The Television title Twice... You know who else has held that belt twice? Konrad Raab! Kelsai Adamson-Mason and the list goes on…”
I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, just thinking about it started to bring back those thoughts I had weeks ago… It was embarrassing to think that someone like Raab had held more gold than me…
Chris: “Aaron Blackbourne, three times a TV Champion and one who has been given many chances at other championships as well along the way… I could go on but ultimately the real kick in the teeth for me is the fact I have not held championship gold in this company since two-thousand and fucking fourteen. The last time I did, ironically was Fatal Fortunes when I was forced to defend my Adrenaline Championship at the time in a gauntlet! Which reminds me what event is returning soon? Now of course I have had the odd opportunity, but none… NONE as frequent as the lot of you they have been few n far between. I have been ignored for the trios twice, citing it is “Random drawings”. I have seen a kid become World Champion before me. I have never had a sniff at the Television Championship before and while it would be welcomed who am I kidding, SCW Would not do that because I am Chris Cannon. I am not Lucas Knight under a mask, I’m not Katie Steward, I’m not that fat arsed bitch, Kandis or Regan Street! And you wonder why I am bitter?”
Chris: “I am sick of this company playing games with my career as if I was its very own person plaything. It is going to stop from here on out, because now I am going to play back in ways, you’re going to regret ever wronging me. This tag team match tomorrow night is one that is going to go down in the history books of Breakdown main events. The wealth of experience between the six of us should be enough to wet the appetite of the fans. But my appetite is a lot hard to sate. I look at the three of you and cannot wait to get in the ring. Ace Marshall, I owe you for so much already and I know this is just the beginning of something far more enticing in the future.”
Chris: “Asher, you career tells me its own story much like your return has. That SCW is going to cater to your every fucking whim so like Regan you too can be a Supreme Champion before you retire. I will not let that be at my expense, do you understand? I am going to prove to the world just why I am better than you and Ace Marshall... I am going to show all of THEM that what happened at Cold-Blooded was a mistake, it was a moment of madness and should not have happened. And As for you Selena, you, and I we have a history, one that hasn’t really taken shape in a long, long time. Two-thousand and fourteen to be exact I believe. I heard what you had to say, whether I am happy that World Championship is back in our camp. That goes without question. But it doesn’t change much in the fact that I am still better than you. In this match I am one person who has yet to hold the SCW Championship other than Glory on my team and that stings.”
Chris: “I’ll show you how much that is the case tomorrow night. Because while I left the PPV with the loss two weeks ago, I left with something far more rewarding. A new focus, a new insatiable hunger and that is dangerous for all of you.”
I lean down on the desk in front of me now and look at the camera, my thoughts racing a mile a minute with so much I wanted to say but unable to string along a sentence. I would let my actions in the ring do the talking, say what I could not. I was going into this match with every intent of hurt Ace Marshall, Asher Hayes and Selena Frost. Nothing new to them, but it was for me because I intended on leaving my mark on each of them and take a little of them with me…
This was not just a war of the worlds for me, this was the beginning of a holocaust…