Scarlet Grey vs. Asher Hayes

[Konrad Raab]

1 RP Limit per match

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, October 22, 2019

[Asher_Hayes]

Breakdown

OOC: This rp is short as it’s a busy week. It is set to take place after my rp for the PPV. Sort of a prelude to things to come as well.

[Da Queen]

There was a point in time when Ruby Amarant said that Scarlet Grey not having her around to keep her in check would be a challenge SCW would struggle to handle.

Now, more than ever, Scarlet knew for sure Ruby wasn't simply saying that to simply hype her up.

The curvaceous crimson bombshell felt like she at least had a consolation prize when she was ejected from the tourney to crown a number one contender to the U.S. Title, considering Datura had to be helped to the back afterwards. There wasn't a doubt in Scarlet's mind that Regan Street felt nothing but amusement in seeing the woman who had tormented her for most of the year being injured at the hands of someone who, in her mind, probably had no business sharing the ring with that woman to begin with. Granted, hearing that Datura's injury allowed Derek Adonis a free pass to the finals did not sit well with her, considering it was a known fact she'd pulverized the walking tub of lard recently already and would easily do so again if allowed to replace the woman she injured.

True, Scarlet still lost, but she was well and truly convinced it was some sort of screwjob considering what happened in the aftermath.

The very thought had her fuming as she stared down her reflection in her bedroom mirror while trying to apply makeup, though her frustrations boiled over into constantly having to start over because it was being ruined by unsteady hands from her boiling nerves. She had a date tonight and knew full well that if she could calm herself down just a tiny bit, she could play her way into a night that would help her temporarily forget about the way she felt she was being treated in SCW. First, she had to actually calm down though, and that seemed easier said than done right now.

Grey: Why the hell do I even have to appease this guy's request for a date? It's not like we're going to meet up again after we screw, and I just need to forget all about that SCW bullshit so badly!

She wiped her face clean and tried to take a few deep breaths before starting over, reminding herself that this was a pretty nice score if she just played along for a few hours. After all, she'd managed to talk her way into a date and an “afterparty” with a fairly high profile businessman who claimed to have plans to run for President in the near future, and a score like this was easy money as far as her own twisted aspirations went.

Grey: I kind of wish Rubes was still around to talk me down when I'm like this... but I can't deny that she's happy now and hopefully we'll both still succeed as we stand for my little empire.

A smile graced her lips as Scarlet at least managed to relax somewhat at the thought of Ruby, or Valeria as she had gone back to identifying as. She knew many people still had questions about the seeming dissolution of the Red Empire in SCW, but the two women had shared a quiet moment of understanding with the cameras rolling and that's all that needed to be said. Valeria had Maria now and the two women were starting to try and make a splash together in tag team action, and because of that Scarlet was unshackled to blitz the singles divisions of the company and try her hand at obtaining gold in a different capacity.

That thought led to her thinking about her immediate future. With the U.S. title out of reach at the moment because of how the tourney broke down, she found herself lacking a match at the upcoming PPV. Instead, she was positioned in a non-title affair with adrenaline champ Asher Hayes on the upcoming Breakdown, a thought that both annoyed and intrigued her. After all, it was naother person involved with Regan in some rivalry capacity, and at this point she couldn't help but think that despite not getting a title shot herself if seemingly doing the Hellcat some favors would open a few doors.

Grey: I did dispose of Datura for her... if I do the same to Asher, maybe she'll go over Sasha's head and give me a title shot when the belt has to be forfeited to her.

It was an enticing thought, especially thinking of the look on Sasha's face when she had to drop the bad news before handing that belt over to a woman who was supposedly in her good graces after fighting so much with her father for so long. Something about the belief that Regan had the kind of influence to reward Scarlet for her help without even asking for it and Sasha's meltdown over not being able to stop something that one of her favorite champions wanted had her feeling more giddy than the date she was preparing for.

Grey: I can't deny that it did feel good watching Datura limp away... winning would've made it all feel better, but I feel like screwing her over in a way where she won't forget me somehow makes up for it a little bit. Poor Sasha, having to wave goodbye to someone under her care because she pissed off the wrong bitch.

Scarlet let out a chuckle as she continued putting on her makeup, though if anyone else were watching they would notice that she almost seemed like she was starting to turn herself into a pretty little psychopath wioth a smile that resembled the Joker of Heath Ledger fame. She certainly didn't seem like she was fully paying attention, even as her voice seemed to slip into a tone that hadn't really been heard leaving her mouth before: that of cold and calculated malevolence.

Grey: Sasha thinks she can just forget about me that easily, huh? Well, it's kind of hard to forget about someone who's both sexy and dangerous. If she thinks she can shrug off how my body makes her feel, then maybe she'll open her eyes to those who fall at my hands. It worked for that Xander guy, after all...

All of a sudden, she broke out into a maniacal laugh that almost sounded spot on for someone seemingly trying to become a real life version of the Joker, but as soon as it started it left just as quickly. Scarlet stared at herself in the mirror, almost like snapping out of a trance, carefully taking notice of a tear rolling down her cheek that was ruining the makeup that she clearly didn't like anymore.

Grey: Oh shit... maybe Rubes was right in a way she didn't truly understand. I think I'm starting to lose it again... and yet... I can't help but fee;l that maybe I kind of have to... all just to get the attention and recognition I craze from those idiots who don't truly understand what kind of threat I am.

She pondered the thought briefly before an alarm on her phone starting going off, serving as a warning of sorts that if she didn't snap out of it she'd be late. She quickly wiped off all the makeup for the umpteenth time and settled on a look that was fairly quick and still worked with the curve-hugging dress she'd chosen. A chance to get her way into a future powerful position in the bedroom was a more immediate priority, but afterwards?

Maybe Breakdown would be the site where SCW would start to see what carnage arises when Scarlet Grey begins to unravel.

*

As our scene fades in, the first thing we notice is a monitor dominating our view, showing what looks like a replay of the finals match from the U.S. Title contender tourney from the previous Breakdown. It should come as no surprise that Tommy Valentine won that match over Derek Adonis, but there is one person out there who is quite upset about the match as a whole. Our shot pans back to find Scarlet Grey laying on a crimson-colored couch, watching the match unfold with a look of annoyance. Unsurprisingly at this point, she's decked out in a very revealing red and black bra and thong, purposely stretching out her legs as the match reaches its conclusion. She lets the Breakdown replay roll on as her attention shifts to her legs, and while the viewers are no doubt enticed by what they see, something about the sight has her facial expression remaining frozen in irritation.

Grey: You know, there are plenty of people out there who love spouting this little phrase of “don't look a gift horse in the mouth” or something like that. To me, they might say such a thing as proof that despite all my claims of Sasha not caring for me because I'm everything she wishes she could be in a woman and she has a problem with the way I carry myself because of it, she still “gave me my due” by putting me in the tourney to begin with. If you ask me, she'd have shown it better by just bypassing that nonsense and giving me the title shot no matter how often that prude model wants to hide behind her shallow complaints and hypocrisy because she knows she can't measure up to me in any capacity, but I know how this works. Let's all throw out reasons why I've barely gotten any title opportunities since surfacing in SCW to make you all feel better, but there's one thing that no one, aside from Sasha apparently, can truly dispute, and that's the fact that I was robbed in this tournament.

Grey: How, you ask? Well, how about the fact that the woman who STOLE a victory over me in the first round couldn't even continue on after the fact because I put her on the shelf?

Grey: I want that concept to process in your heads for a moment, because whatever moral ground you think you stand on crumbles away when it becomes painfully clear as to what really happened. In the first round I was matched up with Datura, and yeah, she managed to steal a win over me using tactics the referee was blind to notice and many of you would probably conveniently claim you “didn't see” but she limped to the back afterward. This woman, who gave the “big, bad” Regan Street so much trouble all year, is now OUT OF COMMISSION because of ME. That is a fact I can hold over the Hellcat's head for as long as I damn well see fit. And yet, I can't take the pride in it that I want to because instead of seeing the perfect opportunity to fix a glaring mistake by giving me Datura's spot in the semi-final because I clearly had her beat to begin with, Sasha decided to give a man I've destroyed before a free pass to the finals. At least Tommy would've gotten a challenge in more ways than one standing across the ring from me at the end, but instead he gets handed a title shot while I'm once again given the shaft. And no, I'm not talking about THAT kind of shaft unfortunately.

As if to further illustrate her point, Scarlet shakes her leg a bit, proving that unlike Datura's, hers is in perfect condition and she was ready to go if needed (which she should've been). As it is, she can only shake her head and silently curse ou the woman in charge because it's not like she actually listens to her talent anyways to warrant anything louder.

Grey: So here we are... Under Attack is days away and instead of a long overdue title opportunity I find myself with no place on the card at all. You'd think at the very least she could've thrown together a second chamber match and dangled a title opportunity in front of myself and five other people, but apparently I'm being forced to sit out. Let me guess Sasha... punishment for hurting poor little Datura? Long overdue karma for some silly vendetta you're still holding against me for “denying Aaron his PPV opportunities” last year because he was too blind to see what he could've had instead of what he insists on sticking with? Or maybe you're just trying to ignore that I even exist unless you need someone to throw into a random match because I'm not getting in your face and throwing a hissy fit every single week like a certain group of anorexic mannequins every time they notice the cameras are turned on?

Grey: I don't care what games you think you can play with me Sasha, but I can promise it'll be a lot harder for you to ignore me going forward. After all, I know something you can't possibly turn a blind eye to, especially with everyone being so critical of your place as the “head bitch in charge” around here.

Grey: When you look at the Breakdown card for this week, what do you see? If you look hard enough, you'll find my name across from Asher Hayes, which is quite interesting. Ignoring the fact that his adrenaline title isn't on the line because Sasha needs to preserve her “big money rematch” for Under Attack and he needs an excuse to hide behind, you probably think this is meant to be nothing more than a tune-up for Asher. He gets a quick win to have momentum going into a rematch with Regan, and that's it. Problem is, he's facing someone that Regan should owe quite a bit to at this point. As I said earlier, I'm the reason Datura is out of the picture and now out of Regan's head, robbing Asher of whatever psychological advantage he was hoping to rely on like he did in their last match. And now, by facing me, he's putting himself at risk of not being able to face Regan at full strength, if at all.

Grey: I mean... what kind of boss would Sasha be if she ignored the safety and well-being of her performers as they drop like flies after conveniently crossing my path?

Now Scarlet grins as she slowly stands up, stretching herself out as the camera pans up towards her face, allowing the viewers to take in every breathtaking curve and exposed area of flesh to keep them occupied in a state of pure bliss for the next few hours, perhaps even days if you download a copy of this recording.

Grey: Now, I have nothing against you Asher, aside from a headache knowing that you won't give me what you know I want because Sasha has you by the balls like she does every other good little guy around here. It's a shame really, because I had so much to offer you in return, no matter who takes the win at the end of the night... but, the tantalizing sight before you is unfortunately off-limits because you won't pay me in gold to get a taste, and since I know she has to be paying attention now after I screwed up her little tourney, I can promise she'll have no choice but to open herself up for business ith me after I put one of her title matches on Sunday in jeopardy. You aren't the man you once were Asher, that much is clear, and considering what I've already done to one woman who just so happened to be a headache to your current rival, I think that deep down you know full well you're better off simply foregoing this match. Sure, you don't get the win you probably think you need, but at least you'll be certain that Regan is the only angry bitch you have to contend with this week and I'm sure your old bones will thank you for it.

Grey: Make no mistake Asher: this match is going to be a lot more than a walk in the park for you, no matter how much you want to believe that's all this will be. What happened to Datura was only the beginning... perhaps you all should've heeded some of Ruby's warnings before she decided to pursue other interests in the name of the Red Empire on a quieter front. Since she's preoccupied with her new friend now, I have nobody to restrain me from doing whatever I feel is necessary to get your undivided attention and make you bow down before the one true goddess in this world. So what is a few casualties are necessary along the way? I doubt Regan will complain too much when she gets her title back, and she can even repay me for helping her clear her head en route to doing so. That at least makes her a lot less selfish and cowardly than you Asher. After all, if you're so confident that you can beat me, then what have you got to lose?

Scarlet leans down, an endless canyon of cleavage serving as quite an enticing visual for the man she's hoping will still change his mind before Breakdown goes on the air. While she remains in this position, she does shake her head as a frown graces her lips.

Grey: Sadly, I know the ansswer to that question, especially since the Asher Hayes willing to take rissks for the excitement that doesn't exist in his life otherwise died years ago when everyone was certain you'd finally thrown in the towel. We both know you won't put the title on the line against me, and we both know you'll try to end this quickly just in case there's any hint that I might possibly be able to make good on my threats towards you. It's no fun, but that's the way you work, right? Thing is... we're not playing by your rules come Breakdown Asher. We're playing by MINE, and trust me when I say that even if you won't grow a set and defend that gold against me, I'm not leaving Kansas City empty handed. The sound of you screaming in pain, watching you limp to the back and hearing later on that you may not be able to compete at Under Attack after all... that'll be enough to tide me over for now.

Scarlet winks to the camera, her smirk returning before she slowly turns and saunters out of the shot, letting the camera fixate itself on her swaying ass before fading to black with her threats still fresh in everyone's minds.

[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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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…