Scarlet Grey vs. Asher Hayes

[Asher_Hayes]

OOC: Olek said my link didn't work, so I will post this here.

How Asher Got His Moves Back: Chapter Four
4.1
9/23/2019

My chest throbbed as I went to move, thanks to the continuous banging going on outside my hotel room. Getting up from the couch, as I didn’t sleep in the bed due to the residue I had left, I stumbled naked to the door, checking the peephole to see my agent standing on the other side. I sighed before pulling the door open. We locked eyes as Hank said, “Good…” his eyes darted down, as he took it all in, metaphorically speaking of course, “God, man…put on some clothes.”

I grinned, “They are way overrated,” I said before walking away. Hank followed me inside, “So what the fuck’s up, dude?”

“I figured you would be ready to go home to the Windy City. Take a few days off to relax. I mean, you’re the champ now. You need your rest. And,” he said, stepping in front of me, looking me up and down like he was an alien studying before prepping the anal probe, “From the looks of things, you really need your rest. What the hell happened to you?”

I sighed and shook my head, before patting him on the shoulder, “The less you know, my friend, the less you know,” I said, before looking around for my boxers, as there was no telling where they had ended up during the torture porn I experienced the night before, “Have you seen my underwear, man?”

“I literally just walked in, Asher…” he said, like I didn’t know that.

Throwing my arms out as we locked eyes, “I know that. You observed my cash and prizes, as well as my chest…I figured you would have seen my undies, too. Fuck me for giving you the benefit of the doubt. Asshole…” I said, before returning to my hunt.

“Its hard to miss that magnificent cock of yours, Asher…” he replied.

I stood up, looked at him then at my cock before looking back at him as I shrugged, “Oh, this old thing? Meh. It gets the job done.”

“Looks like it got a lot done. You look like you went through a street fight with Rachel Foxx,” he stated.

I shook my head, the one on my shoulders mind you, “I’ve been there and done that. I don’t think she did nearly as much damage as this chick did. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Well,” Hank started, as he started flipping pillows and shit over in the bedroom area where I refused to sleep, just as I refused to tell him about the dried juices on the bed sheets, “You had fun, at least. Right?”

I shrugged, “At the time, I was scared for my fucking life. But now,” I said, “Now that I survived and lived to tell the tale, I had an excellent time if I do say so myself.”

He reached over and grabbed the bedsheet, “Do you think that you’ll see this woman again? Like it could become a regular thing? Like you two could date and fuck?” And then, I saw his eyes grow wide, telling me he touched what used to be inside me, “Oh, what the fuck?!?!?”

I replied, “To answer your first question, I doubt she and I would date. Plus, I don’t think we’re knocking boots ever again. And to answer your second,” he screamed in disgust, “Never mind. You know what that is,” he ran by me, “Yeah, wash your hands.”

4.2
9/24/2019

“Hello, my name’s Asher,” I said, as I stood in front of the group. I had returned to my group, as I said I would awhile back, “And I have dealt with substance abuse issues for the last ten years or so,” I said, feeling proud of myself, not for my confession but for the fact that I got past my introduction, which was all I got out last time.

“Hello Asher,” I heard the rest of the group say.

I continued, “I got addicted to heroin back in 2008,” I said, going into the whole spiel about my relationship with Rachel Foxx, and how I relapsed off and on after getting clean in ’09, before ending my story with, “I’ve been clean…God, I don’t know how long, but all I can say is that I’m glad to be sober, that I’ve gotten away from drugs, and that I’ve been able to share with you guys. Thank you,” I said, before stepping away from the podium and returning to my seat, as the rest of the group clapped. Some patted me on the back, giving me some sort of recognition, which I couldn’t help but appreciate.

The group counselor, Rick stepped up, “Thank you for sharing, Asher. Bold testament. It was real, and we all thank you for it. Would anyone else like to share?” Someone else raised their hand, and took the podium, as I did my best to keep an open mind, instead of counting down the time to get the hell out of there. The latter took precedent of course, and I said a silent prayer when Rick ended group. I gathered the pamphlets he had passed out at the beginning of the session, before making my way toward the exit when I heard, “Mr. Hayes…”

I turned to see Rick standing nearby, as he moved his head, motioning for me to come to him. I obliged, “Hey, Rick…what’s up?” I asked.

“I’m glad you were able to join us, and that you were able to stay the entire time.”

“Yeah, it was awesome. I’m glad I was able to share,” I replied.

He scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. I know…and I don’t know if the other guys picked up on it or if they cared, but like I said…I know that you could care less about being here. You were here just to check off a requirement pertaining to your career.”

“Look…Rick…” I began.

He shook his head, “No, you look. I get it. You gotta do what you gotta do, Mr. Hayes. I understand that, but I feel like if you actually paid attention, you would have seen just how much impact your words had on those guys tonight.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, shaking my head in slight confusion.

He released a deep sigh, “You’re a celebrity. You’ve been a hero to our fair city of Chicago for quite some time, despite your many fuck ups.”

“Okay, I get that…”

“Let me finish…”

I exhaled deeply and nodded, before he continued, “You have been through the trials and tribulations of addiction. You’ve dealt with the relapse aspect of it many, many times. You’ve survived, and you’ve making something of yourself. You’re turning things around. That is inspiring as hell to people who don’t have anywhere near as much as you do.”

I nodded, “Okay, okay. What are you suggesting I do?”

“Start giving a shit about the power of your reach, for starters. You could help change lives, Mr. Hayes. It’s just up to you to give a damn,” he responded, looking into my eyes, like he was peering into my soul, hoping his words would manifest there.

“I’ve never been the role model type,” I replied, “I appreciate what you’re saying, I truly do, but I can’t help but think you’ve got the wrong guy. Over ten years ago, I could see it, but now…I’m not the best of people. I’d like to be, but I don’t foresee it happening. But,” I said with a shrug, “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“The only thing I believe Mr. Hayes,” he began, “Is that you’re selling yourself short. If you don’t want to see yourself in a better light then hey, by all means,” he stated, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “That is all on you, my friend. I’m just telling you the way I see things.”

“Maybe one day I’ll see what you see,” I said, looking down for a few moments, “But right now, I am always on the verge of being a full-on fucking asshole. I typically hurt the people I care about in some way, form, or fashion. I don’t like it, but at this point in my life, I can’t help but think I’m set in my ways, and there is no way in Hell I could ever possibly change.”

“That is one hundred percent grade A bullshit, Mr. Hayes,” Rick said, regaining my gaze as I looked up, “Anyone can change at any given time. It ultimately comes down to the individual. If you’re aware of the asshole you can be, and the people you’ve hurt then to me,” he said, pointing to himself, “I believe that is the first step one needs to take in order to facilitate some sort of change.”

His words bounced in my head like a game of fucking ping pong, and they resonated there as I tried to come up with some sort of reply that would mean something, but all I could muster up was, “Look, man I’ve gotta get going. I’d appreciate it if you signed off with my boss that I attended.”

He sighed, “You know, I shouldn’t do anything like that, based on this conversation, but I have higher hopes for you Mr. Hayes, so I’ll do it based on that.”

“I appreciate it,” I said, before turning away and walking as fast as I could, to escape that incredibly awkward conversation that followed me even after I was gone.

4.3
10/16/2019

I left the arena after delivering my promo, letting some of my thoughts be known about Regan and the upcoming match that had been booked. Some of the fans cheered, while some booed. That was why Hank wanted to meet up after the show. We hadn’t really hung out or talked after our silent plane ride home to Chicago, the morning after Apocalypse.

We met at a bar, where he had ordered a beer for he and I, but I motioned for our waitress as I took a seat. She greeted me and I replied, Rick’s words on my mind, “I’d like to get a water, please.”

She nodded before heading off and then I turned my attention to my agent, “What the fuck’s up, bro?” I asked with a laugh, “How’s the hand? Still feeling like you’re holding part of me?”

“I really fucking hate you,” he replied, “I honestly don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive you, and I mean that from the depths of my heart. It saddens me.”

I threw my arms up as I maintained my smirk, “How is that even possible? You were complimenting my cock the same morning you touched my dried-up man gravy,” I stated, just as our waitress arrived. She gave an uneasy chuckle, placing my water down on the table, before taking off. As fast as she could, I might add.

“Can we please talk about something else?” he asked, with a slight groan, “The waitress already thinks there’s something wrong with us.”

“There isn’t?” I asked, playfully. He rolled his eyes, and I sighed, “Alright, Hank…what would you like to talk about?”

“Okay, first off…I ordered you a beer…And you’re not drinking it? Something is wrong isn’t there?”

I shrugged, “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t feel like drinking tonight. Is that okay?”

He looked at me, studying me as he did in the hotel room except, I wasn’t naked, “No, something is definitely off. It’s because some of the crowd booed you, isn’t it?” he asked.

I shook my head, “I’ve been booed before, Hank. Do you not remember my run with Rachel and Bad Company? Or how about when I turned into a villain toward the end of my reign as United States Champion?”

“I wasn’t your agent then,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re my agent, and you should know that shit. Don’t make me fire you,” I fired back, playfully.

“You’ve fired me at least every 90 days since we began to work together. I don’t think it matters,” he replied.

“Exactly,” I began, “Just as it doesn’t matter that I was booed. The majority of the crowd cheered me. Some booed, but that is the audience these days. Everyone has their favorites. Some people love the immortal fuck out of Owen Cruze, while others love Breezy Bree, despite the fact she’s a spoiled brat. And some people will cheer Regan’s crazy ass over me any day of the week. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be heartbroken by it.”

“Okay fair enough,” he said, “How are you feeling about your match with Regan? You seemed pretty fired up about it tonight while giving that promo.”

I took a few gulps of my water, really wanting that beer as it rested in the middle of our table, taunting me, so I ordered another water from a different, less creeped out waitress, “I was fired up. I still am. I don’t foresee there being any respect between she and I. Like ever. I mean, there may be a chance later on, sort of like how it was with her and Selena, but as of right now, any respect between us died before it ever really got the chance to grow and blossom.”

“Well, I have to admit its good to see you still have that fire that you’ve typically always had.”

“Typically? What do you mean by that?” I asked, trying to sound offended.

Hank replied, clearly falling for it, “Look man, I think we both know that you’ve had your down periods where you really just don’t give a shit. I’m glad to see you’re not going through one of those periods, right now. That’s all I’m saying,” he stated, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Put your hands down, Hank,” I replied, “I’m the Adrenaline Champion. You know how long I wanted that title. I fought for it once and never really got another shot. I’m glad I came back and earned the opportunity to fight for it. I’m glad to know…well that I know…I was able to go toe to toe with one of the best this industry had to offer in Regan, and that I was able to beat her cleanly in the middle of the ring for the belt I coveted for such a long time.”

“Do you think you can keep that momentum up?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to?”

“Well, I got you a match next week on Breakdown. I got tired of you not really being around on the shows. I felt you needed to get back into the ring fucking ASAP before facing Regan again. We had to keep you sharp, man.”

I nodded, “I’m good with that,” My water arrived, and to reduce the thoughts of drinking beer, I chugged some of my plain beverage, “Who did you get me booked against?

“Scarlet Grey?”

“Who?” I asked, only for him to fuck around on his phone before showing me a picture, “Sweet Jesus…she’s a wrestler?”

He nodded, “Yeah, she is. If I was single, I’d take a run at her,” he replied, with a giggle.

“By the looks of her,” I began, “I don’t think it would matter if you were married or not. Or if it was just you period, because I get the feeling, she doesn’t really have standards.”

“Way to bust your friend’s bubble, asshole.”

I laughed a little, “What are friends for?”

“I question that daily,” he fired back.

“Well, I appreciate you getting me a match. I’d love to know that I can keep my momentum going. I wonder if Regan has a match.”

He shrugged, “I would focus more on your match. Scarlet doesn’t seem like the type to take lightly. From what I’ve seen of her work, she likes to use her body in more ways than one to get a win. Definitely likes to use that assets of hers to her advantage.”

“You sound like you’ve been beating off to her wrestling matches like they are like porn, Hank…”

He shrugged, “What I do in my free time is my business. I just want you to know what you’re up against.”

I nodded, “And I appreciate that too, but I’m of the mindset, that I am going to give it my all each and every time I step into the ring. If I lose then I will have to work ten times harder to make sure it doesn’t happen the next time. I lost to Bree and I stepped my fucking game up, only to walk away the new Adrenaline Champion. I don’t have an issue with Scarlet, but Regan I do. If Scarlet squeaks out a win, which I know can happen at any given time, I will make sure I see her again. I will also make sure I kick it up a notch or two more than I already plan to do, when I meet Regan again.”

“Fair enough,” he said before drinking on his beer. When he placed his bottle down, “So, why aren’t you drinking?”

“You’re not going to let this one go, are you?” I asked, as we locked eyes, and he shook his head no, as a shit eating grin appeared on his face. I sighed, “Do you believe people can change, Hank?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think a person who has spent the majority of their life, as an addict, as well as an asshole, can truly turn things around, and change into a better person?” I asked, Rick’s words coming out of my own mouth. It felt weird to say the least.

He shrugged, “I think anything is possible, Asher. I think anyone can change.”

I nodded, replying, before finishing my water as I said, “Then there’s your answer to why I’m not drinking,” I stated just as my mind began to wander back to a few weeks ago, conjuring up events that led me to the path I was currently on.

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[U]Shoot/U]

Alright ladies and gents, sit back, relax, and take your shoes off because SCW is once again invading your TV screens and flooding your DVRs with another edition of Wednesday Night Breakdown. And after a few weeks ago, just four days before I defend my newly won Adrenaline Championship in a rematch that has the world buzzing and will get them talking even more as we edge closer to the event. Oh yes, I will be stepping into the ring, once again, with Regan Street. I, for one, can’t wait for it. I mean, seriously. It can’t get here soon enough, but before I meet her, I’ll find myself in action for the first time in a few weeks on the go-home show of Breakdown.

Oh yeah, I will find myself stepping into the ring against none other than Scarlet Grey. Now, after mentioning that, I know I could go on a ten-minute tirade about my upcoming match with Regan, but that’s not going to happen. No, you see, I want Scarlet to know that I am not looking ahead, or over her. No, Scarlet has my full attention now, just as she will at Breakdown. I don’t know about you, Scarlet but I am ready to put you through the ringer. And I don’t mean a mind-blowing sexual experience that you’ll never forget. No, I am talking about the match of your fucking career, as you’re going up against Asher Hayes.

Sure, you can say I may have lost a step or two, but I think Apocalypse proved that to be a dead issue. And if it isn’t then I will gladly re-educate you, my dear. I won this title after one of the biggest and best matches of my career, as well as Regan’s, even if she can’t bring herself to fully admit it. It helped me bring me to a new level, a level that I didn’t know existed. I had to dig down deep to find it, and it gave me one hell of a rush, just as the Adrenaline division should do, just as it should have always done. So, Scarlet, that is why I will treat our match like it’s a match for the Adrenaline Championship. I mean, hell…just because I won the title, doesn’t mean I can afford to slow down or slack off. No, I know that I have to pick up the pace, and kick it up another notch.

So, I expect a fight, Scarlet. You can keep your ass and tits to yourself, in more ways than one. I am not interested. I’ve been with hotter and way crazier women than you. Hey Rachel, hope you’re doing well. Yeah, sorry Scarlet if you were expecting me to not only blow my load, but this match because I’d be too distracted by you. That isn’t the case, and you can try that same shtick you usually do. I mean, you’re welcome to do so, but all you’re going to get it a face full of mat, or ring post.
If you bring a fight, I’d be much more inclined to oblige. I saw what you did to Datura. You really fucked up her leg, so that shows me you can be dangerous. And I like danger, Scarlet. I think we all need a little bit of it in our lives from time to time and I welcome you to introduce more of that venomous streak into match. Hell, I think it would make things a lot more interesting. Hell, I think it needs a little bit more fire. I mean, people know who I am. I incite divided crowds, causing them to come close to riots sometimes with the way I may insult one of their favorites. I’m kidding about the riot part of course. What I’m not kidding about is that people know me. Because of the lack of drive you’ve typically shown throughout your time here, not many people know you, outside of photoshopped nudes they’ve found on the internet, or those TV title matches you’ve earned.
If I were you, I would come into this match with that mean streak. That side of you that actually wants to fucking win, and I would actually fight to win. I would show that I’m much more than a little T&A that really revved the engines of fans of the late 90s and early 2000s. This is a different time. A different era, Scarlet. You can be much more than your looks. I just don’t know if you truly believe in yourself to be more than that.

That is where I will come in. I will give you a run for your money, after showing you that you have a reason to run or give a damn. I will make sure you have to use that mean streak. I’ll make sure you actually remember that you’re a fucking wrestler, instead of some porn star knock off. I will let you know that you can stand on your own instead of having a failed empire, or Aaron Blackbourne’s love to be something in this business.

And then, once I do that, I will make sure you, the fans, and even Regan have a reason to remember what I am capable of doing, just in case Apocalypse didn’t give the world a glimpse. Some people need that little reminder, and I will remind you all in a big way that Asher Hayes is the real deal when it comes to stepping in between those ropes and igniting a crowd who is bored of the same monotonous drama that fills their screens and minds on a weekly basis.

I’m Asher Hayes and I am your break from the monotony that never seems to go away. I’m the newest reason to tune in, ladies and gents. Like I said, kick back and relax. No, scratch that. Like Scarlet promised Aaron in the sexual fantasies she had at night, you need to hold on tight, because it's going to be one hell of a ride. And there is a slight chance neither of us will ever be the same again.

And if you can’t get with that Scarlet, then I suggest you get out of the way because otherwise…it’s going to be ashes to ashes…

And dust…to dust…