08-28-2018, 08:26 AM
OOC: CD only, no time to get a shoot done between work and newborn, bloody exhausting!
The Truth Became Reality.
It was a surreal feeling for Andrew, leaving the Thunderdome still your Adrenaline Champion and still the current longest active champion in SCW, it was a major moment for him. While most people would only consider winning the World Championship at RTG to be the moment they long for or consider that to be their true moment of glory, for Andrew, defending that Adrenaline Championship successfully after all the degradation the championship had suffered over the past few years was Andrew’s major defining moment. This was everything that he came back for, everything that he had done to everyone who stood in his way on his way to becoming Adrenaline Champion!
The blood covering his body
The throwing of Gable Winchester off a ladder and his subsequent concussion that erased him from SCW
The Bruises on his back from going through two tables off the Thunderdome
The Bashing of Dylan Howell’s skull off a steel cage door!
The smirk on his face when he made it rain on Dylan Howell preciously clutching the championship!
All of it was worth what he turned the Championship into, THE title to come after.
Having his best friend, Dustin Adams, coming down to the ring after it was all said and done was something important to Andrew. He wanted to prove to people that he wasn’t the type that needed Dustin hovering over his matches to save him from doom. Andrew was the type that took your best shot and would still kick out and live to fight another day. He was the type that was morphing himself into the destroyer of souls with the likes of Gable Winchester, Marie Jones and now, Dylan Howell all left broken and humbled as a result of Andrew’s dominance as Adrenaline Champion. His ability to back up all his shit talk knowing that everyone, aside from his close friends, wanted him to fail. They wanted to see Dylan get his revenge on Andrew because no one else had been able to stop him since he had become Champion.
It wasn’t going to happen.
Andrew came back for this, Andrew came back to SCW to solidify everything he had gone through over the past couple of years. As he got over Amy, himself, and everything else that had always stood in his way to becoming the man he truly was. From the beginning, from the very minute Amy had failed to defend the championship, to William Hush retiring immediately afterwards and leaving the belt up for grabs for any idiot to just walk in and claim the belt, it had become a revolving joke, a belt more worthless than the television championship. Andrew had forged his way up to the top by any means necessary and simply gotten the job done, he had taken the scorched championship, rose it from the ashes of the light and given it the credibility and prestige it had rightfully deserved. Say what you want about titles such as the United States Championship or even the World Championship. For one night at Rise to Greatness, Andrew did exactly what he wanted, he walked into Toronto as the Adrenaline Champion, in the highest profile match on the card and delivered a devastating knockout blow to not only his rival, but to everyone else who thought they could just come for this belt expecting it to be handed to them on a silver platter.
Andrew Raynes made the Adrenaline Championship Great again!
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Post-Thunderdome Match
Trainers Room
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He had finally made it to the backstage area following his successful title defense. Arguably Andrew’s biggest moment and the blood dripping down his face and his back were all apart of getting the job done. It didn’t matter to Andrew what the cost was. He could feel the gash on the back of his head from when he was suplexed through the two tables outside the ring. For the most part, he was still able to walk under his own power getting to the back, he wanted to walk out proud to be champion, proud to have decimated Dylan Howell after all the shit he had been causing for Andrew. He was happy to have Dustin there though, he was able to help get him to the trainers room to get his shit sorted out.
He sat there on the bed waiting to get treated, he wasn’t about to let himself go to the hospital or see someone outside the arena. He wanted to get this taken care of because, well because he had held up his end of the bargain between himself and Bree. He successfully defended his championship and was going to be hoping that Bree became the new United States Champion and they had plans to go and celebrate if she was able to win as well. Nothing was going to stand in the way of that. He was slightly doubled over, the pain seemed to be more agonziging that Andrew wanted it to be but he was doing his best to act tough over it.
Finally a few moments later, the doctor finally comes in and looks Andrew over, he circles around Andrew and notices that giant gash on the back of his head. He ignores everything else and immediately begins work on cleaning the wound and getting one of the nurses to get ready to start stitching it up. Andrew looks over at the doctor, seemingly unimpressed.
Andrew: Is this going to take long?
Doctor: You’re gonna need about a dozen stitches, maybe more to close that gash up.
Andrew: Fuck, must’ve caught the end of the table as it shattered.
Doctor: You’re lucky nothing else happened. You don’t seem to be suffering any signs of a concussion.
Andrew: I was suplexed through two tables, lets calm down on the concussion crap.
Dustin: He’s fine.
The doctor doesn’t seem to be interesting in much else, his focus clearly squared on getting that gash healed before it gets worse, possible infected.
Doctor: Once we get this stitched up, you’re gonna need to take it easy for a ltitle while.
Andrew: Excuse me?
Doctor: Yeah, you don’t want to be re-opening this wound or putting yourself through any more agony than what you endured tonight.
Andrew: Fuck that shit, I just made this belt the most prestigious belt in this business and I showed a rotten bitch up. Not to mention I have celebrations in order and work to do next week.
Dustin: I’ll cover us for Livewire, it’s fine!
After a few moments, Bree Lancaster comes running into the trainers room, looking over at Andrew who’s all bashed up. Dustin off to the side with a smirk on his face. She seemed elated to see Andrew still holding that championship.
Bree: babe, just wanted to see how you were doing. You fucking did it! But please tell me we are still on for tonight?
Andrew smirks.
Andrew: This doctor isn’t going to keep me from shit, you just go take care of Jason and make sure you look to see if Amy cries any harder than when i beat Dylan.
Bree: Will do! See you later!
She doesn’t bother trying to hug or show affection for his victory. She didn’t need to be getting herself bloodied unless she was going to bleed against Jason. She hurries off to finish her preparations for her match later on.
Andrew: Bitch better win!
Dustin: She will!
Andrew just sat there, as the doc and nurse tend to his gash, getting it all stitched up so that Andrew can get the fuck out of there and prepare for the celebrations that would ensue later tonight.
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Post-Match Celebrations
Toronto Nightclub
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Celebrations were finally in order with Andrew and Bree both winning their championships earlier tonight. They made good on their deal and managed to get out to the club for some drinks and just a chance to soak in their moment of glory. Being able to show Amy that Andrew and Bree were their true selves with her in their rearview mirror, it was finally time to celebrate moving forward and focusing on what they needed to do.
However tonight, was about letting loose.
They had been there a couple hours already, Bree taking advantage of the VIP service and had been flaunting her class and championship. Andrew and Dustin were more of the chill, laid back types even when they were out celebrating. Just being able to enjoy the moment while he knew that Dylan would still be crying over being the ultimate failure that he was. Andrew and Bree may have different approaches but their resolve was ultimately the same. They understood each other, far better than possibly expected given the circumstances.
Andrew and Dustin had been sitting back on the couches, just being chill while Bree was still soaking it in, Andrew had a bit of a hard time given his injuries and blow to the head but he was still enjoying himself. Dustin was just his strong quiet self, taking everything in, realizing that things could have been much different but instead, he was also enjoying a renewed and refreshing career teaming and being friends with someone who actually gave a shit about him, gave a shit about their friendship and about just all around doing whatever the fuck that they wanted to do. It was a treat being on top of the world for once, Andrew having so many times been fucked over by management, friends, etc. Now though, having friends he respected, friends he could count on was going to go a long way in his mission to keep the Adrenaline Championship and just give Andrew a reason to enjoy himself more.
Though getting the tension out of the room was going to be something else.
They were sitting there, Bree really feeling things right now, kept looking back over at the boys who seemed content to just chill, drink and take the music in. Andrew and Dustin had been talking amongst themselves for a few moments, wondering what they were going to do. Given they had been drinking a decent amount since they had arrived, it seemed more fitting that any perceived hostile tension needed to be resolved in this manner
Andrew: Why don’t you just go and deal with it finally?
Dustin: Because the likelihood of me doing so will most likely scare the fuck out of the entire club and scaring off everyone.
Andrew: Jesus Fucking Christ, she’s the one who’s gonna fucking run out of here at worse. You two need to finally just get this all sorted out and move on. We’re gonna be friends and most likely going to have to work together and we can’t do that if she thinks you’re just a giant hulk who’s gonna hulk smash her at any given point.
Dustin just chuckles.
Dustin: So we should just hug it out you’re saying?
Andrew: Sure, we fucking won dude, now’s the perfect time.
Dustin sort of shakes it off, he finishes his drink and gets up slowly, trying to figure out the best way to do this without scaring the fuck out of her, which is probably going to happen anyways. Andrew gets up shortly after, probably better to stay close to them in case she freaks out and people look over wondering why a giant 7 footer weighing about 300 pounds is about to maul a woman, you know perception and shit! He walks over towards Bree, who’s taking in the scene and living her best VIP life as the new US Champ, still trying to figure out the best way to do this. As he keeps walking over, rather than just waiting til she turns around to do this, he decides to roll the dice and just go for it. In a few short moments he reaches towards her and gives her a giant bear hug that freaks her out and nearly gives her a heart attack. It caught the attention of a few bouncers and the patrons around the area but Andrew was quick to dissolve any potential situation “we’re all friends” he utters keeping everyone at bay. Meanwhile, Bree is still trying to recover from the grip she was in around Dustin, worse than being put in a weak ass Tourniquet but a certain douchebag!
Andrew: What in the actual fuck dude!
Dustin: You told me we needed to hug it out and now was the right time! I was trying to be nice!
Andrew: Bear Hugging her from behind and scaring the fucking bejeezus out of her not only isn't what I call nice but also, she can't be your friend if she's dead!
Bree turns around and basically smacks him!
Bree: Yeah! Ass!
Andrew: At least she didn’t turn around and completely sack you in the nuts!
They chuckled a bit as they got over the awkward hug!
Bree: You know, you could have just asked me to hug it out you know!
Dustin: Figured you’d freak out, given how “scary” you think I am!
Bree: Dude, you look like you could kill someone with a glare! I know Andrew and I are cool but I don’t need you killing me anytime soon!
Dustin just shakes his head, Andrew was waiting for this to finally happen so the awkwardness could finally be done and over with!
Dustin: We’re cool, I’m the kind of scary guy you want in your corner. Comes with being a former inmate, It’s not like I am going to just be like “Hey, you wanna be friends?” just kind of doesn’t work that way!
Bree: I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about whether or not you’ll kill me!
Andrew: Christ Bree, I have to worry about that and we’re best friends!
Dustin: I’m right here guys!
Bree: But seriously, you were a legit Inmate?
Dustin didn't hesitate with his response!
Dustin: Yeah, did time almost up until I started in the wrestling business. You can imagine how hard it is to get honest work when you’re a Jacked up criminal!
Bree: Good way to put your “skills” to use then!
Dustin: Worked out well so far!
They share a laugh, seemingly getting over the hump of their awkwardness given Dustin’s stature and persona. They needed to all be on the same page, as they were beginning to form a solid friend/partnership and their seemingly alignment with PPF, there was going to be no room for tension or awkwardness in any capacity. They were the champions on top of the world, done the things that most people thought they could never accomplish, on the grandest stage of them all.
They proved them all wrong!
Now they were better for it, and that was something scary for everyone!
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Vegas Old Friends
August 21st 2018
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Being in Vegas was a fun way to enjoy a breakdown, the city of sin was a great place to really unwind and just be whoever the hell you wanted to be while you were here. IT was also a great place for ANdrew and Blake to catch up on their friendship. They hadn’t ben talking much since Blake’s split from Bree and him focusing on his own path. It made sense really, given that Blake had decided to go down a new road that leaned more towards doing the right thing and being the better person, he was one of the few people that Andrew actually had respect for, in anyhing that he wanted to do. They had been friends for so long, even before Blake and Bree hooked up so it wasn’t like Andrew needed to pick a side or anything. Also, their love for the Patriots and Tom Brady wouldn’t be torn apart. Given that they were in Vegas though, it was the perfect place for the two of them to be able to spend some time together, shoot the shit and just be able to be friends, no worrying about alignment, career goals or anything else.
They had been texting each other quite a bit, planning to head to the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino, the best place on the strip, to just chill. They finally met up about a half hour later, after they finished ironing out all the details, in the casino. Andrew had been trying his luck on the craps table for about an hour now and was pretty much hit or miss. Poker was more his game and didnt care for the luck of the dice or anything else. Blake finally catches up with him, both dressed pretty slick for the strip. It was good seeing each other for the first time in awhile. Keeping up appearances and keeping their friendship more on the D/L than anything was a bit tougher but boys were easier to handle that shit than chicks were (Dont @ me)
Blake: I was expecting to see Dustin as well!
They shake hands and embrace, bros hug that shit out dog!
Andrew: Meh, he doesn’t care much for gambling so I left his ass back at the hotel. He’s fine, he has his own shit to worry about and besides, we needed a chance to catch up!
Blake: You said it!
Andrew and Blake decide to bail on the table and go grab a drink, figured it would be easier for them to chat and drink rather than try and win money and talk about shit! They go sit by some chairs and just relax
Andrew: You’ve been doing well buddy, looks like this new direction has been paying off for you.
Blake: Same with you! I see you haven’t slowed down at all!
Andrew: No rest for the wicked buddy, you know that!
Blake: Just been a whole different Blake Mason Experience, one that has me more focused and determined! Been different not trying to destroy everyone around me!
Andrew couldn’t say much to that, after what he’s been doing!
Andrew: It’s shown man, listen, i know that you’ve put yourself in a better position and done well to separate yourself from the shit that has been dragging you down or at least been making you feel like you’ve been held back. I want you to know that I total respect what you’re doing. There’s very few people, not even in this business, but as a whole that I have profound respect for and regardless of the direction you're taking or the people you’ve decided to distance yourself from, myself included, on a social media or business level. Just know that we will always be friends!
Blake: I respect that, Andrew, I respect the way you’ve carried yourself, even if I don’t align myself with thost types of activities or methods anymore. Too much time i’ve wasted trying to destroy things that I have to focus on what’s best for myself and my daughter! I respect more than anything what you have done with the Adrenaline Championship and I know probably better than anyone that you’ll be able to defend it well against Christy and not be concerned with whatever Ravyn is trying to poison you with.
Andrew takes a drink and sits back a minute, it was nice hearing things from a friend with a different perspective!
Andrew: I’m not worried about Ravyn or Christy for that matter, I’ve been able to do what I want, when I want as champion and I am not going to let anyone other than my circle of trust affect me in any way going into yet another title defense.
Blake: I imagine you wouldn’t, you have some pretty solid people in your corner, not everyone can gain the respect of someone like Regan Street, no matter who she has beef with. Her being on your side always speaks volumes to how good and dominant you’ve become as a champion. Hard to imagine she gives you that respect if you didn't give the Adrenaline Title the respect it rightfully deserves.
Blake was right, Andrew probably doesn’t even hit Regan’s radar if not for the title he’s made worthwhile. Andrew did have a solid core of people around him and only respected about a handful of people. Blake was going to become someone who Andrew could be friends with and not have to worry about talking about who they gonna kill or talk about destruction. With Blake taking the more noble approach, it was going to allow Blake and Andrew to focus on their friendship without the business attachment. Clearly they wouldn’t be able to social on twitter or maybe even backstage. They would be able to be friends behind the scenes, as only guys can really. When they are at work, they will do their thing, focus on their own shit, but having someone he can get away from shit with, that was going to go a long way in maintaining whatever sense of normalcy Andrew had left in him. He needed Blake as a friend, even if Blake didn’t understand that given the circumstances.
Andrew: I’m glad you came out man, I knew you’d be down for a night out on the strip and we could just have a good time regardless of what’s been happening.
Blake: I was glad you reached out, I won’t lie, I didn’t know what would become of us since the split but knowing that we are still good, able to be friends without any of the mess from work goes a long way!
Andrew: Besides, who else am I gonna hit up for Patriot games! We have a super bowl loss to avenge this season!
Blake: In Brady we trust!
Andrew: I’ll drink to that bitch!
They cheers their glasses and finish their drinks, they order one more and it arrives fairly quickly. They take a swig each and prepare to continue their night.
Andrew: Alright, now that the friend shit it out of the way, let’s go win some fucking money!
Blake: Can’t argue that!
They dust themselves off and make their way back into the casino, finally having the chance to just chill and enjoy the night together as friends was something important to Andrew. He didn’t want to be all business and all crush kill destroy around wrestling. He needed people that he could just unwind with and not have it be about the business in any capacity. Sure, they would still talk wrestling but it wouldn't be the precipice of their relationship. It would be more conducive to the Coyote and Sheepdog from the Looney Tunes type deal. Though Blake and Andrew wouldn’t be trying to kill each other at work but you get the point!
For Andrew, it was something to help get away from it all!
Holy fuck, I did it!
I walked into RTG, in front of as close to a home crowd as I would ever get, regardless of being booed. I walked into RTG in that arena and I went and did exactly what I said I was going to do. I didn;t allow that self serving egotistical prick to walk away with something I had worked nearly a year to accomplish. I watched him clutch that belt with everything he had when I made it rain all over him, grabbed that belt back from his cold dead hands and was able to do what I damn well said I would do.
I defended the Adrenaline Championship at Rise to Greatness
All while that ratchet cunt, Amy Chastaine, all perched up in her cute little suite with her other little pets hovering around. Watching that match with her own conviction, I knew she didn’t want me to retain. I knew she wanted me to fail, just like she did at Rise To Greatness when she couldn’t even beat William Hush for this belt.
I did it though, I took on my rival in MY house, in MY match that the little son of a bitch thought he could conquer.
Suck my dick, Amy, I was always better off without you!
I had never felt a resolve for this business, for a championship as much as I had in defending this championship successfully,
But good fucking christ everything hurts
I walked into RTG, in front of as close to a home crowd as I would ever get, regardless of being booed. I walked into RTG in that arena and I went and did exactly what I said I was going to do. I didn;t allow that self serving egotistical prick to walk away with something I had worked nearly a year to accomplish. I watched him clutch that belt with everything he had when I made it rain all over him, grabbed that belt back from his cold dead hands and was able to do what I damn well said I would do.
I defended the Adrenaline Championship at Rise to Greatness
All while that ratchet cunt, Amy Chastaine, all perched up in her cute little suite with her other little pets hovering around. Watching that match with her own conviction, I knew she didn’t want me to retain. I knew she wanted me to fail, just like she did at Rise To Greatness when she couldn’t even beat William Hush for this belt.
I did it though, I took on my rival in MY house, in MY match that the little son of a bitch thought he could conquer.
Suck my dick, Amy, I was always better off without you!
I had never felt a resolve for this business, for a championship as much as I had in defending this championship successfully,
But good fucking christ everything hurts
The Truth Became Reality.
It was a surreal feeling for Andrew, leaving the Thunderdome still your Adrenaline Champion and still the current longest active champion in SCW, it was a major moment for him. While most people would only consider winning the World Championship at RTG to be the moment they long for or consider that to be their true moment of glory, for Andrew, defending that Adrenaline Championship successfully after all the degradation the championship had suffered over the past few years was Andrew’s major defining moment. This was everything that he came back for, everything that he had done to everyone who stood in his way on his way to becoming Adrenaline Champion!
The blood covering his body
The throwing of Gable Winchester off a ladder and his subsequent concussion that erased him from SCW
The Bruises on his back from going through two tables off the Thunderdome
The Bashing of Dylan Howell’s skull off a steel cage door!
The smirk on his face when he made it rain on Dylan Howell preciously clutching the championship!
All of it was worth what he turned the Championship into, THE title to come after.
Having his best friend, Dustin Adams, coming down to the ring after it was all said and done was something important to Andrew. He wanted to prove to people that he wasn’t the type that needed Dustin hovering over his matches to save him from doom. Andrew was the type that took your best shot and would still kick out and live to fight another day. He was the type that was morphing himself into the destroyer of souls with the likes of Gable Winchester, Marie Jones and now, Dylan Howell all left broken and humbled as a result of Andrew’s dominance as Adrenaline Champion. His ability to back up all his shit talk knowing that everyone, aside from his close friends, wanted him to fail. They wanted to see Dylan get his revenge on Andrew because no one else had been able to stop him since he had become Champion.
It wasn’t going to happen.
Andrew came back for this, Andrew came back to SCW to solidify everything he had gone through over the past couple of years. As he got over Amy, himself, and everything else that had always stood in his way to becoming the man he truly was. From the beginning, from the very minute Amy had failed to defend the championship, to William Hush retiring immediately afterwards and leaving the belt up for grabs for any idiot to just walk in and claim the belt, it had become a revolving joke, a belt more worthless than the television championship. Andrew had forged his way up to the top by any means necessary and simply gotten the job done, he had taken the scorched championship, rose it from the ashes of the light and given it the credibility and prestige it had rightfully deserved. Say what you want about titles such as the United States Championship or even the World Championship. For one night at Rise to Greatness, Andrew did exactly what he wanted, he walked into Toronto as the Adrenaline Champion, in the highest profile match on the card and delivered a devastating knockout blow to not only his rival, but to everyone else who thought they could just come for this belt expecting it to be handed to them on a silver platter.
Andrew Raynes made the Adrenaline Championship Great again!
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Post-Thunderdome Match
Trainers Room
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He had finally made it to the backstage area following his successful title defense. Arguably Andrew’s biggest moment and the blood dripping down his face and his back were all apart of getting the job done. It didn’t matter to Andrew what the cost was. He could feel the gash on the back of his head from when he was suplexed through the two tables outside the ring. For the most part, he was still able to walk under his own power getting to the back, he wanted to walk out proud to be champion, proud to have decimated Dylan Howell after all the shit he had been causing for Andrew. He was happy to have Dustin there though, he was able to help get him to the trainers room to get his shit sorted out.
He sat there on the bed waiting to get treated, he wasn’t about to let himself go to the hospital or see someone outside the arena. He wanted to get this taken care of because, well because he had held up his end of the bargain between himself and Bree. He successfully defended his championship and was going to be hoping that Bree became the new United States Champion and they had plans to go and celebrate if she was able to win as well. Nothing was going to stand in the way of that. He was slightly doubled over, the pain seemed to be more agonziging that Andrew wanted it to be but he was doing his best to act tough over it.
Finally a few moments later, the doctor finally comes in and looks Andrew over, he circles around Andrew and notices that giant gash on the back of his head. He ignores everything else and immediately begins work on cleaning the wound and getting one of the nurses to get ready to start stitching it up. Andrew looks over at the doctor, seemingly unimpressed.
Andrew: Is this going to take long?
Doctor: You’re gonna need about a dozen stitches, maybe more to close that gash up.
Andrew: Fuck, must’ve caught the end of the table as it shattered.
Doctor: You’re lucky nothing else happened. You don’t seem to be suffering any signs of a concussion.
Andrew: I was suplexed through two tables, lets calm down on the concussion crap.
Dustin: He’s fine.
The doctor doesn’t seem to be interesting in much else, his focus clearly squared on getting that gash healed before it gets worse, possible infected.
Doctor: Once we get this stitched up, you’re gonna need to take it easy for a ltitle while.
Andrew: Excuse me?
Doctor: Yeah, you don’t want to be re-opening this wound or putting yourself through any more agony than what you endured tonight.
Andrew: Fuck that shit, I just made this belt the most prestigious belt in this business and I showed a rotten bitch up. Not to mention I have celebrations in order and work to do next week.
Dustin: I’ll cover us for Livewire, it’s fine!
After a few moments, Bree Lancaster comes running into the trainers room, looking over at Andrew who’s all bashed up. Dustin off to the side with a smirk on his face. She seemed elated to see Andrew still holding that championship.
Bree: babe, just wanted to see how you were doing. You fucking did it! But please tell me we are still on for tonight?
Andrew smirks.
Andrew: This doctor isn’t going to keep me from shit, you just go take care of Jason and make sure you look to see if Amy cries any harder than when i beat Dylan.
Bree: Will do! See you later!
She doesn’t bother trying to hug or show affection for his victory. She didn’t need to be getting herself bloodied unless she was going to bleed against Jason. She hurries off to finish her preparations for her match later on.
Andrew: Bitch better win!
Dustin: She will!
Andrew just sat there, as the doc and nurse tend to his gash, getting it all stitched up so that Andrew can get the fuck out of there and prepare for the celebrations that would ensue later tonight.
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Post-Match Celebrations
Toronto Nightclub
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Celebrations were finally in order with Andrew and Bree both winning their championships earlier tonight. They made good on their deal and managed to get out to the club for some drinks and just a chance to soak in their moment of glory. Being able to show Amy that Andrew and Bree were their true selves with her in their rearview mirror, it was finally time to celebrate moving forward and focusing on what they needed to do.
However tonight, was about letting loose.
They had been there a couple hours already, Bree taking advantage of the VIP service and had been flaunting her class and championship. Andrew and Dustin were more of the chill, laid back types even when they were out celebrating. Just being able to enjoy the moment while he knew that Dylan would still be crying over being the ultimate failure that he was. Andrew and Bree may have different approaches but their resolve was ultimately the same. They understood each other, far better than possibly expected given the circumstances.
Andrew and Dustin had been sitting back on the couches, just being chill while Bree was still soaking it in, Andrew had a bit of a hard time given his injuries and blow to the head but he was still enjoying himself. Dustin was just his strong quiet self, taking everything in, realizing that things could have been much different but instead, he was also enjoying a renewed and refreshing career teaming and being friends with someone who actually gave a shit about him, gave a shit about their friendship and about just all around doing whatever the fuck that they wanted to do. It was a treat being on top of the world for once, Andrew having so many times been fucked over by management, friends, etc. Now though, having friends he respected, friends he could count on was going to go a long way in his mission to keep the Adrenaline Championship and just give Andrew a reason to enjoy himself more.
Though getting the tension out of the room was going to be something else.
They were sitting there, Bree really feeling things right now, kept looking back over at the boys who seemed content to just chill, drink and take the music in. Andrew and Dustin had been talking amongst themselves for a few moments, wondering what they were going to do. Given they had been drinking a decent amount since they had arrived, it seemed more fitting that any perceived hostile tension needed to be resolved in this manner
Andrew: Why don’t you just go and deal with it finally?
Dustin: Because the likelihood of me doing so will most likely scare the fuck out of the entire club and scaring off everyone.
Andrew: Jesus Fucking Christ, she’s the one who’s gonna fucking run out of here at worse. You two need to finally just get this all sorted out and move on. We’re gonna be friends and most likely going to have to work together and we can’t do that if she thinks you’re just a giant hulk who’s gonna hulk smash her at any given point.
Dustin just chuckles.
Dustin: So we should just hug it out you’re saying?
Andrew: Sure, we fucking won dude, now’s the perfect time.
Dustin sort of shakes it off, he finishes his drink and gets up slowly, trying to figure out the best way to do this without scaring the fuck out of her, which is probably going to happen anyways. Andrew gets up shortly after, probably better to stay close to them in case she freaks out and people look over wondering why a giant 7 footer weighing about 300 pounds is about to maul a woman, you know perception and shit! He walks over towards Bree, who’s taking in the scene and living her best VIP life as the new US Champ, still trying to figure out the best way to do this. As he keeps walking over, rather than just waiting til she turns around to do this, he decides to roll the dice and just go for it. In a few short moments he reaches towards her and gives her a giant bear hug that freaks her out and nearly gives her a heart attack. It caught the attention of a few bouncers and the patrons around the area but Andrew was quick to dissolve any potential situation “we’re all friends” he utters keeping everyone at bay. Meanwhile, Bree is still trying to recover from the grip she was in around Dustin, worse than being put in a weak ass Tourniquet but a certain douchebag!
Andrew: What in the actual fuck dude!
Dustin: You told me we needed to hug it out and now was the right time! I was trying to be nice!
Andrew: Bear Hugging her from behind and scaring the fucking bejeezus out of her not only isn't what I call nice but also, she can't be your friend if she's dead!
Bree turns around and basically smacks him!
Bree: Yeah! Ass!
Andrew: At least she didn’t turn around and completely sack you in the nuts!
They chuckled a bit as they got over the awkward hug!
Bree: You know, you could have just asked me to hug it out you know!
Dustin: Figured you’d freak out, given how “scary” you think I am!
Bree: Dude, you look like you could kill someone with a glare! I know Andrew and I are cool but I don’t need you killing me anytime soon!
Dustin just shakes his head, Andrew was waiting for this to finally happen so the awkwardness could finally be done and over with!
Dustin: We’re cool, I’m the kind of scary guy you want in your corner. Comes with being a former inmate, It’s not like I am going to just be like “Hey, you wanna be friends?” just kind of doesn’t work that way!
Bree: I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about whether or not you’ll kill me!
Andrew: Christ Bree, I have to worry about that and we’re best friends!
Dustin: I’m right here guys!
Bree: But seriously, you were a legit Inmate?
Dustin didn't hesitate with his response!
Dustin: Yeah, did time almost up until I started in the wrestling business. You can imagine how hard it is to get honest work when you’re a Jacked up criminal!
Bree: Good way to put your “skills” to use then!
Dustin: Worked out well so far!
They share a laugh, seemingly getting over the hump of their awkwardness given Dustin’s stature and persona. They needed to all be on the same page, as they were beginning to form a solid friend/partnership and their seemingly alignment with PPF, there was going to be no room for tension or awkwardness in any capacity. They were the champions on top of the world, done the things that most people thought they could never accomplish, on the grandest stage of them all.
They proved them all wrong!
Now they were better for it, and that was something scary for everyone!
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Vegas Old Friends
August 21st 2018
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Being in Vegas was a fun way to enjoy a breakdown, the city of sin was a great place to really unwind and just be whoever the hell you wanted to be while you were here. IT was also a great place for ANdrew and Blake to catch up on their friendship. They hadn’t ben talking much since Blake’s split from Bree and him focusing on his own path. It made sense really, given that Blake had decided to go down a new road that leaned more towards doing the right thing and being the better person, he was one of the few people that Andrew actually had respect for, in anyhing that he wanted to do. They had been friends for so long, even before Blake and Bree hooked up so it wasn’t like Andrew needed to pick a side or anything. Also, their love for the Patriots and Tom Brady wouldn’t be torn apart. Given that they were in Vegas though, it was the perfect place for the two of them to be able to spend some time together, shoot the shit and just be able to be friends, no worrying about alignment, career goals or anything else.
They had been texting each other quite a bit, planning to head to the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino, the best place on the strip, to just chill. They finally met up about a half hour later, after they finished ironing out all the details, in the casino. Andrew had been trying his luck on the craps table for about an hour now and was pretty much hit or miss. Poker was more his game and didnt care for the luck of the dice or anything else. Blake finally catches up with him, both dressed pretty slick for the strip. It was good seeing each other for the first time in awhile. Keeping up appearances and keeping their friendship more on the D/L than anything was a bit tougher but boys were easier to handle that shit than chicks were (Dont @ me)
Blake: I was expecting to see Dustin as well!
They shake hands and embrace, bros hug that shit out dog!
Andrew: Meh, he doesn’t care much for gambling so I left his ass back at the hotel. He’s fine, he has his own shit to worry about and besides, we needed a chance to catch up!
Blake: You said it!
Andrew and Blake decide to bail on the table and go grab a drink, figured it would be easier for them to chat and drink rather than try and win money and talk about shit! They go sit by some chairs and just relax
Andrew: You’ve been doing well buddy, looks like this new direction has been paying off for you.
Blake: Same with you! I see you haven’t slowed down at all!
Andrew: No rest for the wicked buddy, you know that!
Blake: Just been a whole different Blake Mason Experience, one that has me more focused and determined! Been different not trying to destroy everyone around me!
Andrew couldn’t say much to that, after what he’s been doing!
Andrew: It’s shown man, listen, i know that you’ve put yourself in a better position and done well to separate yourself from the shit that has been dragging you down or at least been making you feel like you’ve been held back. I want you to know that I total respect what you’re doing. There’s very few people, not even in this business, but as a whole that I have profound respect for and regardless of the direction you're taking or the people you’ve decided to distance yourself from, myself included, on a social media or business level. Just know that we will always be friends!
Blake: I respect that, Andrew, I respect the way you’ve carried yourself, even if I don’t align myself with thost types of activities or methods anymore. Too much time i’ve wasted trying to destroy things that I have to focus on what’s best for myself and my daughter! I respect more than anything what you have done with the Adrenaline Championship and I know probably better than anyone that you’ll be able to defend it well against Christy and not be concerned with whatever Ravyn is trying to poison you with.
Andrew takes a drink and sits back a minute, it was nice hearing things from a friend with a different perspective!
Andrew: I’m not worried about Ravyn or Christy for that matter, I’ve been able to do what I want, when I want as champion and I am not going to let anyone other than my circle of trust affect me in any way going into yet another title defense.
Blake: I imagine you wouldn’t, you have some pretty solid people in your corner, not everyone can gain the respect of someone like Regan Street, no matter who she has beef with. Her being on your side always speaks volumes to how good and dominant you’ve become as a champion. Hard to imagine she gives you that respect if you didn't give the Adrenaline Title the respect it rightfully deserves.
Blake was right, Andrew probably doesn’t even hit Regan’s radar if not for the title he’s made worthwhile. Andrew did have a solid core of people around him and only respected about a handful of people. Blake was going to become someone who Andrew could be friends with and not have to worry about talking about who they gonna kill or talk about destruction. With Blake taking the more noble approach, it was going to allow Blake and Andrew to focus on their friendship without the business attachment. Clearly they wouldn’t be able to social on twitter or maybe even backstage. They would be able to be friends behind the scenes, as only guys can really. When they are at work, they will do their thing, focus on their own shit, but having someone he can get away from shit with, that was going to go a long way in maintaining whatever sense of normalcy Andrew had left in him. He needed Blake as a friend, even if Blake didn’t understand that given the circumstances.
Andrew: I’m glad you came out man, I knew you’d be down for a night out on the strip and we could just have a good time regardless of what’s been happening.
Blake: I was glad you reached out, I won’t lie, I didn’t know what would become of us since the split but knowing that we are still good, able to be friends without any of the mess from work goes a long way!
Andrew: Besides, who else am I gonna hit up for Patriot games! We have a super bowl loss to avenge this season!
Blake: In Brady we trust!
Andrew: I’ll drink to that bitch!
They cheers their glasses and finish their drinks, they order one more and it arrives fairly quickly. They take a swig each and prepare to continue their night.
Andrew: Alright, now that the friend shit it out of the way, let’s go win some fucking money!
Blake: Can’t argue that!
They dust themselves off and make their way back into the casino, finally having the chance to just chill and enjoy the night together as friends was something important to Andrew. He didn’t want to be all business and all crush kill destroy around wrestling. He needed people that he could just unwind with and not have it be about the business in any capacity. Sure, they would still talk wrestling but it wouldn't be the precipice of their relationship. It would be more conducive to the Coyote and Sheepdog from the Looney Tunes type deal. Though Blake and Andrew wouldn’t be trying to kill each other at work but you get the point!
For Andrew, it was something to help get away from it all!
The Code Of The Sith
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.