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::++:: N A R C O T I C S ::++:: LIFESTYLE CHOICE - VI ::++::
New York City
9/25/2016 - 3:35 PM
The man fell to his feet in front of the store and all I could do was watch from the passenger seat. Where was Harper? What was happening? Four men jump out of a vehicle and rush into the store. The fifth man, the Driver, steps out and starts kicking the fallen pedestrian while he is down.
I can see the commotion going on in the C-Store located on Varick street. Four men wielding guns and another stands guard at the door, checking his watch from time to time. I sink lower into the seat of the vehicle in an attempt to hide myself.
The anticipation of what would happen next made my hands shake. THUD! I gasp and jolt in my seat, reaching for the door and opening it slightly before realizing it was only Harper. He opens his door and hops in. We speed down the road and hit the highway as fast as possible.
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: What was going on in there?
“You weren’t inside?” I ask. I could’ve sworn he went into the convenient store before they pulled up.
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: I went inside to get a bathroom key. I heard a lot of noise and came out as soon as I could. The bathrooms are located on the opposite side of the store. Dirty as a fucking out house too.
“That sounds awful. Do you think it was just a robbery?” I bite my nails when nervous and my nerves were scattered like emotions and pool balls. “Should we call the police?”
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: No. That would make us snitches. Hahaha--
Harper’s attempt at keeping me calm was working. I relax a little more and reposition myself in the seat before getting lost in my cellular device. Yes, I was on twitter and checking the Epic Online Wrestling main site. I was becoming infatuated with how little respect I had been shown since arriving to the company. At first I was bitter, but now I’m embracing it. I am the one they all choose to ignore and push aside. I am the black sheep of the EOW. I don’t follow the norm and I’m unorthodox. I get it. I know who I am. Which makes it twice as much fun for me when I introduce them all to themselves. I am Mysti Savage… and it is my duty to open the door to Connor Jacobs’ death.
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: Get off of your phone. Now… put it away. It’s a distraction for you.
“No it’s not.” I keep looking at tweets from various members of the EOW. From Livewire to Victory employees, they all had the same name in mind. Connor Jacobs. Why? Why was he so popular? “Why does everyone believe Connor Jacobs will beat me? He never actually beat me before.” I exclaim with anger rising from within. Harper makes a sharp turn into an alley and hits the garage door opener before parking in the vacant garage.
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: I told you so.
Harper exits his car and I follow him through the door and up the staircase. I never look away from my phone, I just continue to ramble. “I’m serious Harper. This is retarded. I’m twice as good as the competition but I’m still being overlooked. What can I do to fix it?” We stop in front of a door in the corridor and I wait for a response while Harper fondles his key ring in search of the right ket.
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: Put the phone away. That’s how you fix it.
Harper opens the door and we enter his apartment. He wasn’t rich, he wasn’t fancy, and he told me that when we first met. A mattress, a television, a kitchen and a bathroom. No clutter. Everything was tucked away neatly, not a single thing was out of place. “You’re so meticulous babe. Everything is always in order with you.”
[ H A R P E R :+: M C G U I N N E S S ]: Because I don’t spend time lost in social media.
I punch him in the arm before stepping up to kiss him. “That is not funny. I’m being serious. Help me.”
Harper pulls me into a tighter embrace and we fall onto the bed.
FADE TO BLACK.
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New York City
10/1/2016 - 9:35 AM
New York City
10/1/2016 - 9:35 AM
“What do you mean don’t worry about the competition?” I yell in a fit of rage with my cell phone in front of me and Hope Gordon on face time. “Why does everyone say that?! The competition is my biggest priority.”
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: Well they shouldn’t be.
“Well they are. Connor Jacobs is the first person I am going to make an example of. No one’s answered my phone calls accept Victoria LeMay. What is going on over there? I approved of the shirts so when do I get my own?” I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I just wasn’t being quiet any longer. “No, seriously. Seriously. How can they push someone like Connor Jacobs and not me? I come with a following. I’m the only like-able name on the EOW roster. Sure, I’m new and what not, but I’m killing it. Believe that.”
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: Whoa, calm down. It’s only been one show, why are you--
Like I said, I wasn’t having it today. “No.” I interrupt her without hesitation, “We have Connor Jacobs running around claiming to be the Internet champion without any internet presence. This is bullshit. I’m breaking his teeth and shattering his face, end of discussion.” I glare into the club soda sitting on the counter tops before me. Rays of sunlight beam into the kitchen, lighting everything perfectly, not a single shadow was visible.
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: Look Mysti… I don’t know what to tell you. Why are you so frustrated? You’re the first person he’s defending against, so just settle down.
“I’m settled. I’m just focusing in. I’ve sat around and watched the guy with downs syndrome advance into the Ultimate Championship Series, while I feel to nothing and loss the redemption challenge.” I grab the glass of orange juice and drink from it. Delicious. “And on top of that, I get placed in a redemption for the redemption challenge match. Lame.” I finish the orange juice and put the glass in the sink.
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: I told you Mysti, there is nothing I can do. Show up and kick the shit out of your opponent like you did in developmental. Where’s the sensation that I knew of?
That sensation was fueled by a small audience that had to little to no knowledge. EOW was different. This was a place for veterans. I was Nemo with a retarded fin going up against the world. I allow her words to hit my subconscious as she continued to speak. Most of her words were motivational and past memories. Hope was like a sister to me, always there in tough times. She was the main reason I was able to sign with Epic, she got me in front of Ernie Parker and Victoria Lemay. Hope was there the day I signed my contract and she’s here now, when I’m having a break down. That’s true friendship for you.
“Ok, well does it even matter about my image anymore? Like, are they going to penalize my heavily for causing severe damage to my opponent?” My mind was full of questions and I was intent on getting them all answered.
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: That’s fine. You can be yourself, don’t change who you are. Change characteristics and things that you do. You can beat Connor Jacobs within an inch of his life you wanted, but do it with style and make the fans love you for doing it. They like you and what you do, so focus on how you do it.
“I’m not the flashy type Hope.” Hope Gordon let’s out a big sigh, I hear it through the phone.
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: I know you’re not the flashy type, that’s not the direction I was headed with this conversation. Your in-ring abilities are what make you sensational to the audience. Go out and do the strong-style thing you do. Hang on—
Hope step away from the phone a moment and I hear the buzz of fluorescent lights through the phone. Hope made a good point, I just needed to go out and do my thing. I was too wrapped up in everything else. The distractions were throwing me off my game, and my focus was in need of more focus. I wasn’t sure what to do or how I was going to do it, but I knew what needed to be done. I step away from the counter tops and enter the living room, plopping onto the comfy sofa immediately. I wait in silence for Hope to return. She finally does.
[ H O P E :+: G O R D O N ]: Hey girl, sorry. Someone faxed some confidential information to the wrong people, I’ve got to go. Just relax and breath and everything will come with ease. Take care of yourself.
Click. The phone call ended and I press the power button on the remote control. The surround sound blasts on at the same time as the tv. The sound of cheering fans and commentary are all that are heard while I watch the previous episode of Livewire. I watch all the competition all the time. EOW will be recognized for the Dawn of Sensationalism.
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