Post by Tony Savage on Jan 20, 2018 14:15:52 GMT -5
The Pentagon Washington, D.C. 1/19/2018 1030 Hours E.S.T
Pops always told me nothing can wound a tough guy like a woman can. This was from a guy who went through 4 divorces, so, I'm guessing he was a bit qualified to espouse that little nugget.
God knows I've had to learn this lesson the hard way. Whether in the ring, or in my service days.
I've been shot, stabbed, thrown around and had about every blunt object imaginable smashed upside the dome. I've had crime bosses put bounties on my head, religious fanatics considering me being killed a directive from God, and the vast majority of these spandex wearing suplex monkeys threaten me with all sorts of violence they couldn't in their wildest dreams hope to inflict on me.
But it's always a goddamned broad that seems to really leave a scar....
Tony, what the hell are you doing here?
Y'all met my ex, Captain Esmeralda "Formerly Savage" Morgan. Currently married to the same dick-tip D.E.A. agent John Morgan that's been making my life hell for weeks. Reason I had to fly back from filming in England is because Agent Shithead's been trying to throw a case in my direction. Well, he was in for an awful surprise...
Not as awful as it hit me, mind you, when I uncovered the evidence that'll crucify them both. I suspected something was up between those two, but I never had the nerve to confront her about it, nor the hard evidence. Our marriage was always rocky; we met in a goddamn war-zone for fuck's sake. And even worse than me, she was always self-centered and career oriented. I mean, I've been known for being callous...
But this shit her and Morgan pulled? I mean, we're supposed to have been PROTECTING our country. What they did was...*shakes his head*
Anways, she's throwing me stink-eye because I showed up to her concrete palace, disrupting her "respectable" little world. Fucking Pentagon. Trust me; I've had to deal with the brass in my day. Pompous, incompetent shits with chests full of ribbons they didn't earn, rolling over people so their stock could go up a point...
She rolled over me so her stock price would rise. Today, I'm knocking the shit off the goddamn market.
Oh, yeah, you forgot....*holds up his credentials hanging off his neck*...I'm a defense contractor, so every once in awhile I get backstage passes to this shit show.
I can't be associated with you; you're under investigation. John brought you in last night...
*chuckling* Yeah, about that; come with me to the cafeteria. We need to talk.
And why should I?
Not only because I need to get some clarity on some things....your commanding officer is about to order you to.
And, on cue, her commander, a slightly overweight full bird Colonel conforms the order. That stank-eye she's throwing me is about to make everybody in the room ill.
Imagine the look on her face when I drop the bomb I'm about to deploy...
10 minutes later, over coffee...
Alright, Pinche asshole; spit it out!
Tony has to take a moment to compose himself; don't want to blow this: You remember that little spot in Galveston we used to go to on our little getaways; that B&B with the beach-front view...
*sighs* Yeah; great place. We did have some great times there. The breakfasts were the best.
Yeah; that place was one of the few spots we could kick it without ripping out each other's throats. Were things between us really that bad?
She mulls over her coffee:Things changed between us, Tony. You were going one direction, I was going another.
You could've gotten any other gig in the Army; hell, I tried to get you on track for bigger things, maybe en route to an officer's commission. But oh no....
You were just too much of a damn adrenaline junkie. You needed violence. You needed chaos. And you always needed to push things past the tipping point. Remember; we had enough evidence to take down Montoya without you getting anymore involved, but you just HAD to hit him with the death-stroke. That's what got you; you needed to shut him down personally. And that is why you fucked everything up.
Is that so?
Yeah. I can't find any other explanation for it. You fucked up, and you got people killed for it. And I wasn't going to down the shitter with you. You've always made bad decisions....
*she laughs incredulously* I get it now. You're in the shit, and you expect me to help you out of sentiment. Fucking idiota. You're pathetic. This conversation is...
But, she stops talking, once she sees a cadre of military police offices coming towards their table, and the rest of the dining guests murmuring. Tony, the hell is going on...
Yeah, I do need help. I need you to explain to me....why I don't kill you right here and now!
He shows her a credit card receipt under her husband's name for a hotel room at that spot they were talking about, days before Tony deployed to Mexico, and while she was still HIS wife. He stacks written depositions from hotel staff stating they saw her and Agent Morgan cavorting and being intimate during their stay. Then, one last dagger in her pride and her freedom....
A receipt for a wire transfer, from one of Hector Montoya's dummy companies, the same murderous dope pusher who killed Tony's friends and tortured his ass for days, made out to a bank account under HER name.
Suffice to say; the bass in her voice just got muted, replaced by stuttering and shocked:I....I can...explain....
Six M.P.'s around the two of them. It takes one to arrest the Captain and read her her rights. It takes the rest to keep Tony from decapitating her publicly, as lava is practically pouring out of his mouth....
Perra traicionera! Me has vendido; nos vendiste a todos. Por que, perra! PARA QUÉ!?!(translated:You treacherous bitch! You sold me out; you sold us all out. For what, bitch! FOR WHAT!?!)
A Zen Master would've blown his top about now. As he watches his former love of his life doing the perp walk, crying her eyes out, he focuses back on the task he has on hand coming next week. He has to; he thinks about this too much, it'll drive him over a cliff...
His eyes focus, his mind begins to calculate, and when he thinks upon Tiffany Prada, he growls in a low, but murderous whisper...
One poisonous broad down.....ONE TO GO!!
*****
Centrl Park Bridge New York, New York 1/20/2018 1500 hrs. E.S.T
Of all the places in Central Park Tony liked the most, the Bridge was his favorite.
He felt at peace here; a rarity considering the violence and pandemonium that ruled his life in and out of the ring. A little chunk of Zen square in the middle of a city that thrives on bedlam and constant motion. Moments of calm were rare, and this spot, conveniently located within walking distance of his apartment, was where he could take stock.
Just a few months ago, critics came crawling out of the walls like termites to proclaim him dead after his split from his old organization. He's never been in higher demand....
Enlisted by Chris Constantine's super-squad Dogs of War to help conduct a takeover of the game on 2 continents; already making waves in organizations like Kamikaze and G.W.D. without having wrestled a single match yet, and yes, with his arduous, statement making win over Premier Fighting's glammed out paper world champion Teo Jakobha over who's belt was the real brass ring in fed, he had done EVERYTHING he had promised when he inked his John Hancock on Kaden's contract....
Settle his scores, shut his critics down like power outages, and be not a force in the fed, but THE force, period.
almost everything on his bloody grocery list crossed off, except one little thing....
The only score he had left to wipe of the books....Tiffany Goddamn Prada! The only blemish on his record in Premiere. the only black mark on his jacket.
Another bridge to cross.
Time to do the thing. Tony swigs the last mouth-full of his coffee, then a quick check of the hair...
Salon quality.
The teeth...
Should be doing ads for Colgate with them million dollar chompers...
Showtime!
Bet you feeling pretty dam proud of yourself, huh, darlin'?
Hell, I would. a few weeks ago, you beat arguably the best pound for pound fighter on the roster. Me.
No excuses, no crying about how you got lucky or how the spotlights at Mid Hudson were too bright or the ref was blowing shit or my Jordans were laced up too tight.
You showed up that night and did your job better than me. End of story.
It happens every once in awhile. I'm not a deluded prick like Teo, who spends more time figuring out what lip gloss goes with his boots than he does improving as a wrestler and human being; I've got enough scars on me to know I ain't invincible. We all take an "L" every once in awhile...
It's how we dust ourselves off afterwards; that's what counts in the end. And man...
After I dropped that match, I STILL came out look fresh out the dry cleaners!
I'm now the guy in Premiere! The International belt is now the belt everybody's gunning for on the payroll. Chris Constantine, the top manager in the biz, has my back. Dogs of War, the most powerful stable on Earth; the one assimilating whole federations like tatted up suplexing Borgs, enlisted me in their war against mediocrity. On top of that....
I found that $50 I've been tearing up my apartment to find! Underneath the fucking washing machine.
You know, basically being on of the best to ever do it, or, as I like to call it, any day that ends with a "Y" for me.
But, you still deserve a pat on the back. I mean, you got that ace on me, and it lead to....
Hrmm....dusting up some also ran and basically remaining stuck on the midcard hamster wheel, with nobody really giving a flying fuck 'bout what you do, and making absolutely ZERO waves on social media. But then again, that's been your story so far...
No matter how well you do, no matter how much shit your sewer pipe of a mouth spews out on the pavement, no many how many empty threats of breaking motherfuckers down like a migraine you let loose...
You STILL, are just another talented motherfucker in a sea of those....who just can't get past the hump.
Am I wrong in my math? Let's check the receipts....
Who exactly have you broken here, hmmm? Some scrub who didn't last as long as that cup of coffee I just sucked down? Who's limbs have you snapped? Who's career and lifespan have you shortened? What have you REALLY brought brought to the Premiere table, besides a decent ass and a few wins?
You blew it when it counted, sweetheart. You did. All that grinding in the World Tournament, and you lost to a guy I've been using as a doormat since the first time I even looked in his direction. You beat me, and didn't do a motherfucking thing with it. You didn't build off it, you didn't crow like you should've, you didn't go out and throw a fucking parade that you just beat a guy that is universally recognized as one of the best in the game.
Hell, you should be on top of this already. you've got the advantage, you've got the dub against me; you should be pouncing on me and pounding that fact into everybody's head you can take me down. I'm the one that should be backpedaling, figuring out the next move, waiting for you to go on the offensive, but instead, you're content to let me fire off the first shot. And baby girl...
This bullet's blowing out the back of your skull!
I've done EVERYTHING I've promised since coming here. Change the culture of the fed: check! Separated the wheat from the chaff; ask Tolson and Carlos and possibly Teo if he shows up again; I did that shit like a farmer. Sat in front of this camera and said I was going to use that loss to evolve; I did that so well, it'd bring a tear to Darwin's eyes. Everything I said I'd do, done.
You; not so much. No broken limbs, no bodies stacked like firewood. No titles around your waist.
Wrestler's only good as your word, and right now, yours is looking like shit.
But *shrugs* you did beat me....
Or did you?
I mean, that thought's gotta be bouncing around that pointed, peroxided little skull of yours: did you REALLY beat Tony Savage, or you pin a guy who just thought his name alone was gonna do the job? Did you take down the best fighter in Premiere, or some smug asshole who let his guard down?
You need to think long and hard 'bout that shit, woman, because that lazy, hiccup having motherfucker who didn't do his job last time; I decided to bench him. You get a treat...
The best in the fed!
The guy that SHOULD have made you take a nap on the canvas. The guy that said he'd turn what was suppose to be a midcard prize into the meal everybody wants to eat. That guy, when he makes a promise, lives up to his word...
And word is bond. I don't make promises I can't keep, and I don't make threats I can't back up with force. So, when I say this, you better damn well know I can back that shit up like lifetime warranties...
The closest you'll get to seeing my belt Come Fight Night, is when you're banging your fist against the mat mere feet from me while the ref hands me my International strap back!
You're not going to break my limbs, you're not going to end my career or any of that tired ass trite you spit, and you sure a SHIT ain't going to do the time warp again and repeat that performance. And if you plan on doing any of your usual slimebag shit...
Pulling on tights, low blows, rope leverage...
Please; do what you gotta do. Hell, bribe the refs, throw bleach in my face, pull a Tonya Harding on me backstage...
You're going to need it!
And it's not going to matter, because you know my track record by now. My word is bond. I say it, I do it. I'm holding on to the title I've bled and suffered for, I'm rectifying that red mark on my record, I'm showing the difference between good and great. Why Tony Savage is the best in Premiere....at everything in that ring.
An adjustment on his collar, he does an about face and gest to stepping, but then, he snaps his fingers...
Oh, I was wrong; there area couple things you are better at than me....
Not keeping all your promises, and not doing the job when it really counts....*smirking*
Tiffany Prada was seen preparing herself for her upcoming match her tag team partner had retired but she understood why she did and hell Tiffany had the same retirement thoughts since she had pretty much did everything she wanted to do but the ring always keeps calling her back and she knew that was where she was needed at the most.
“I face him again this time for the title and I get he will show as he wouldn’t want to lose his little title but see I am upping it because it is for the title and I want to win it. So Tony we meet again and this time it is for the title you hold one I am sure you want to keep or would you want to lose it so you can face someone who has the main title that you have already beaten and I am sure you could beat again unless maybe you are scared if you lose one you will never get a title back but see Tony either way Tuesday I will be bringing the fight like I always do and I will beat your ass for the title and take what I want and there will be nothing you can do about it Tony.
I could see you winning but see I can also see myself winning because let’s face everyone is picking you so you’re the fan favorite and I bet it is eating you alive that you’re the favorite in this match but see that doesn’t bother me Tony what bothers me is the fact you haven’t truly done nothing unless it is something you want so why a lot of us are busting our asses each card your doing nothing but holding a title you don’t even deserve at the moment yes you was good and maybe you are but see your on that high you Beat Teo guess what I beat him too once then something happened but this time Tony I’m not holding back on you nothing that has happened in the past is on my mind what is on my mind is that title and beating you and that is my plan.”
Tiffany took a deep breath as she closed her eyes trying to stay focused on Tuesday as she licked her lips and smirked when reopening her eyes.
“You know they can look and stare and talk all they want I get I am one the prettiest little thing someone has met but I am someone that can fight and that is what this business needed was fighters and I came here looking for that rather it be a man or a woman I would fight for what I believed in. See I am what I say I am and that is a fighter Tony I never give up and though at times I feel everyone wants me too I don’t and this will not be different I will let everyone clap and be for you in hopes it annoys you so much you lose focus and you get so angry you want to hurt me so that pain you make me feel can make me stronger and I have to fight and hurt you just as bad then.”
Licking her lips as she smirks when biting her bottom lip as she shakes her head.
“I guess Tuesday it will be time to show you just the chaos I can bring when it comes to something I want yes wins is what I always want but when something is on the line it makes me driven more to prove that I have what it takes to be the perfect chaotic international champion. See Tony I get there has nothing to do with Chaos and Chaotic to the title but see when I want something and when I need something I bring the chaos I am very Chaotic and that is why I said what I said but sadly Tony I don’t know if you have it in you to do what you want to beat me I am sure you have said or will say you can and will but Tony this isn’t the Tiffany everyone see’s on Twitter that I play there to enjoy myself when that bell rings It is a new and different side and well this side wants what you have at the moment.”
She smirks as she got a text as she looked at her phone when reading out loud the text.
“You better step up your game against Tony this time.”
“Beating him and stepping up my game against him is something I planned on doing this text means nothing but little reminder of what I am going to do.”
“He’s been the champion since November 21st he holds the record the only record.”
“So, he hasn’t defended the title either since then doesn’t make him a fighting champion when all he does is wrestle in non-title matches till now and that is where I am going to outdo him and overstep him and take the title this Affliction.”
“He’s got you where he want’s you he will beat you and hurt you.”
“Right maybe so but I also have where I want him he maybe glistening with that title, but that title is calling for a new home and that new home belongs to me and will become mine.”
She was pretty much talking to herself now as she closed her eyes as her mind was getting to her as she took a small deep breath when licking her lips.
“Your mind is full of doubts look in that mirror and see who you are talking too.”
She looked into that mirror as she just saw herself looking as she traced her fingers against the glass.
“I won’t let you get to me I know I can beat him as I have before, and I can do it again it is mind over matter and well this win will become another win for me.”
She soon closed her eyes as the scene faded out.
The next scene comes to the gym where Tiffany was training with her trainer Lana Jacobs as they both was sitting there in the middle of the ring as Lana shakes her head as she knew something was bothering Tiffany as Lana licks her lips.
“Your mind is getting to you and, yet you have no idea how to control it do you?”
“Your right nor do I want to control it because you see when my mind gets like this that is where it gets dangerous and I know this I have taken the loses with the wins but see I have overcame every loss I have taken and guess what Tony that has been one loss for me yeah it was a major loss but I bounced back from it and guess what here I am facing you again yeah not the title I want but I will take it.”
“Good you want to be this dangerous see your mind wants to feed you those doubts that everyone is saying behind your back that you’re not good enough yet like you said you have only taken one loss so far and I know when you want something you fight. Just maybe Tony got lucky that you didn’t know about the match ahead of time to get to him sooner.”
“People need to learn they are becoming my toys when I get into the ring I play rough with them and see what they are made of yes Tony is tough he thinks he is some hot shit but reality sets in he is just that hot shit and is no-one. He maybe champion but everyone loses and that right there can be taken from him.”
“I wouldn’t worry about him to be honest I mean I get I am your trainer, but you are Tiffany fucking Prada you have done what you needed to do to win since day one and you only came up short once since Premier has opened its door.”
“Oh my god your trying to get to me aren’t you reminding me about that one loss yes I get I choked at a title match I never got another shot at that title either but guess what who fucking cares Lana god I am beginning to fucking hate everyone.”
Lana smirks as she licks her lips knowing she was getting to her and that was her plan to get to her to make her open up as she closed her eyes as Lana got up and kissed Tiffany on the top of her head before kicking her face as tiffany smirked when feeling the blood drip from her lips.
“Tony, I hope you open your mind and realize you talk about loses and how you better yourself guess what so do I and I have proven that now now Tony don’t get your briefs in a wad as I take that title from you that night and yes I get if I don’t beat you about your fucking bragging rights but see I don’t plan on losing Tony I plan on making you my little bitch Babyboy. I promise you I will kiss you before I pin you and let you taste defeat that night as I hurt you where it counts and that is your stupid motherfucking ego.
But Babyboy I can make your little fantasy world of you beating me a reality but see then I wouldn’t be doing what I want and that is beating you and taking that title from you, so I mean I could play nice but then I wouldn’t be me.”
Wiping the blood from her lips as Lana was laughing as she set in the corner watching her trainee sit there as Tiffany quickly turned her head to Lana.
“Your so cute when your mad Tiffy.”
“Whatever you dumb bitch did Tony pay you off?
“No just I know how to get to you better then anyone to put you in your zone for a big match and that is what I am doing.”
“Great you’re me a favor by getting me in the zone which I was already in but Lana guess what you made me bleed what your fucking back.”
Tiffany got up as she got out of the ring as Lana laughs as Tiffany goes to a small little room like an office of the gym where she signed the papers to become a trainer when she wasn’t wrestling.
“So that’s done I must keep myself busy when I am not wrestling I mean hell keeps my body looking good plus my mind sharp for anything that gets thrown at me plus it would be fun fighting daily and getting paid for it. Now Tony time is getting closer I mean Tuesday is only 2 in a half days away and well that night will be a magical night when I lift that title off you and make you shut up for good just remember I could be doing you a favor if I take the title from you. I mean that is if you want to take the Glitter King’s title from him if not you can keep it and I will face him and remind him that I am still around to slap him around a few times.”
She smirked as she licked her lips the blood she tasted as she left the office as Lana looked up and smirked as she knew what she did when Tiffany took some seats and set them up and set down as she leaned back resting there.
“Time gets closer Tony your heart is beating faster who will win as you think you will win yet something happens, and I show up and I ruin that fantasy well the one of you winning I don’t want to even know about the others as you’re a sick perv but hey more to you darlin.
Oh, Tony don’t worry you got this wait that’s what you want never mind Tony you don’t have it Babyboy I’m taking that title from you just, so I can hear your pretty self-cry that you didn’t get the job done but like I said I could be doing you a favor by taking the title or I could be just a bitch and making you another loser on my list.
So lucky that I get to hurt you once again as you choke this time when it comes to a title match Tony. You are my boy-toy at Affliction this week Tony your pretty little face becomes a bloody nightmare that night as I hurt you as I make you scream that night Tony.”
She smirked as she propped her feet up on another chair as Lana Jacobs leans against the ropes as she watched her knowing Tiffany was focused she was ready for Tony and another win, but will it happen or will Tiffany break after that match if she loses.
“Tony baby boy boy toy kiss your title goodbye clean it up real good as I don’t want your cum stains on it from thinking about me or any other female in that locker room and you go and play your D&D like a good little bitch boy.
Sweetie it’s going to take more then you to make me feel like a worthless piece of crap with little words you speak because I am better then that I am more then that my actions Tony will speak so fucking loud that night that you will swear that a truck ran you fucking over after a night of D&D and root beer for you oh wait I forgot your Mr. tough guy aren’t you please I will put you down on your knows in no time flat that night and make you beg for me to let you win but see begging will only make you look pathetic and I get you say you wont but I know better I am the queen and you are my pawn Tony.”
She smirked once again knowing she had to wrap it up and get into the showers and head home for the night as she licks her lips when slowly getting up from the chairs as she walked around the ring running her fingers against the mat.
“This ring is my home it calls to me as I try to have retired in the past it calls for me I could never leave nor will I leave as I have so much I want to do and have done so much already and well beating you Tony will top the cake for many reasons as I want to shut you up and hell want to shut up all the talkers that says you will beat me yet sadly at the same time I want you to win just so I can have peace from you not whining about losing because sadly I know once you lose what makes you well you all you will do is cry and throw a tantrum.”
She smirked as she headed to the locker rooms as she stood at the doors and licked her lips.
“You’re not welcome to follow me in here. But Tony good miracles need to come your way because I am not backing down and I am going to make you scream and beg that night your hair will be ripped out from your skull that night and then I will make your skull bleed that night.”
She smirked as she went into the locker rooms as the scene faded out.