Post by Noah Hanson on Mar 22, 2016 21:49:39 GMT -5
*Video Playback*
A frustrated Noah Hanson grabs a handful of hair and drags her by it to the corner. A helpless Claire Foxe gets mud holes stomped in her as Hanson just wishes that she would give up. He backs up and then runs at her with a running fist to her face. He manages to bust her wide open as she falls forward. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder and performs a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on her ...that she reverses into a hurricanrana SOMEHOW! He is tossed to the other side as she leaps right in time to slap the hand of Rico Smith. Smith is quickly in as Noah is on his with lefts and rights, but he turns into a n enziguri by Foxe that sends him into the loving arms of Smith, who immediately puts him in the stardust surfboard submission move. Noah Hanson tries his best to fight it for a long period of time.
Phil: Come on, Hanson! YOU STAY IN THERE!
Steve: And do what? If he somehow reverses, Claire Foxe will be there to stop him.
Phil: He cannot let it end like this. HE has come too far to give up.
Unfortunately, Phil’s pleas do not work as Hanson, not being able to hold on much longer, finally taps out to the move as the bell is rung and Amy-Jo Smyth is up to give her team a standing ovation.
Amber Rose: Noah Hanson has been eliminated. Here are your winners and moving onto the finale of the Elimination Series, Claire Foxe and Rico Smith!
*End Video Playback*
I sat there looking at the paused video and just shook my head because I should have known better to trust Pariah. He always uses fucking comics as themes for things, the man even named his finisher after something off 'Arrow' so here is something for you John-boy “You failed this team...” I can't say anything bad about the team I faced they fought with valor, honor and courage and they did face to god damn face and for that I tip my hat to them all and I want to apologize to the Casino Champion Claire Foxe. I never meant to bust you open. Send me the damn hospital bill and I will cover it I let the heat of the moment get the best of me, I let the fact that Nighthawk failed the team MORE then Pariah did. I would have never thought that the man that I fought tooth and nail with in PWX would have turned out to be a fucking chicken shit. We waged war for months in PWX, I ran over him in nearly every match we had, he tried to throw that “Man of a thousand holds” shit at me and he failed at nearly every turn and to top it off I beat him in a Submission Match a god damn match that was supposed to be his fucking specialty. But the man couldn't be bothered to actually show his talents to the world instead he showed the world that sometimes people like Lee Best are fucking right because when you put out a showing like that it just proves that some wrestlers should only be allowed to compete in 'Fisher Price' feds. Feds where you can be a big FUCKING fish in a small god damn pond and be totally hunky god damn dory about it.
Some of the fans after the match were patting me on the back, telling me I did great but the facts are me, Caliban and Black carried the damn team it was more or less a five on three match. But to have to sit here and listen to Caliban run his god damn cocksucker about how me and that dipshit Pariah couldn't fucking work together and THAT was the reason our team failed. No...the reason our team failed is because Chickenhawk couldn't be bothered to bring his balls to Atlantic City and for once have to back up his claims about being the 'Best in the World'. That is why we lost, we lost because the chickenshit failed to do his part, he failed to carry his won weight. It really had nothing to do with how badly I wanna kick Pariah in the damn head. I mean that is why I looked at the match so badly now, we could have won but it was only going to go so far, we were only going to be able to do so much when not every one was doing there part. Caliban I tip my hat to you, you are exactly right you did do your part, you busted your fucking ass I can see why John backs you so much. Maybe I never saw the talent you had in 2CW because I just never really wanted to see all that, I had my file of JPO feds and 2CW was just never really my cup of tea and even though I did a match there it was just repaying a debt I owed to the company and even put over their talent in the match I had for them so really no one can ay that I don't do the right thing.
And that is why I am going to take the right path and not drag this match this week against Synnum De La Cruz and make it personal because to be honest I don't know the lady. I don't have an issue with her and there for I am not going to make this anything more then we have two competitors going into a match and the better fighter walks out with the spoils and also get a chance at Amy Jo Smyth and her Internet title and to be honest this is something I have been looking at for a very long time. See I look at Amy Jo and I see a real challenge and that is not to say that De La Cruz isn't a challenge but damn you look at what Amy Jo has done here in Boardwalk and you have to be impressed, you have to look at how she handles herself and you have to look at her as one of the benchmarks in all of Boardwalk.
So see Synonym this is not just a match where I get to showcase everything I can do this is also a chance where one of us is going to get a chance of a lifetime. One of us is going to get a chance to become a superstar here I Boardwalk. I have absolutely love my time here in Boardwalk, I have been in matches that have been some of the craziest things I have ever seen and been in the ring with some of the most talented fighters in all the world and while I have not come out on the winning end in some matches I have been incredibly proud of everything I have done in the ring. De La Cruz I wanna say this, we are gonna have a hell of a match and the winner gets rewarded with the opportunity to stun the world. What I am going to do is come out there and offer you my hand as a sign of respect between two fighters. What you do with the offer after that is up to you. Do you make it a respectable fight or do we get all personal?
The choice is yours...
[Scranton, PA]
[Scranton Airport]
[3/22/2016]
[11 pm]
[Mood: Tired as fuck]
[Spotify: Nobody Does It Better by Carly Simon]
[Noah Fact: Loves Mountain Dew LiveWire]
So Noah is getting ready to head to Jolly Ol' England for a match during Boardwalk Wrestling tour of England or wherever in the hell they are going with this deal. One thing Noah is at this point and time is tired and sleepy and maybe even a little hungry but he is getting on his chartered plane to England. Noah had just finished the latest North Atlantic Wrestling show, teaming with Jason Price and they defeated Tim Stone and Bohannon and was signing a few autographs as Vixen waited patiently as their gear was loaded on the jet by the staff. Noah took a few pictures and then a young lady spoke up...
“Noah where are you going?” the young lady asked curiously.
“I have a match for Boardwalk Wrestling, they are touring England or Europe or something and this is the first stop. I am facing Synnum De La Cruz and the winner gets a shot at Boardwalks Internet Champion Amy Jo Smyth.”
“London?” the girl asked continuing the brief series of questions.
“Yes....” Noah replied. “At the York Hall I believe and to be honest I think it's the first time I have ever been. I am looking forward to seeing some sights and just enjoying myself for a few days after the Boardwalk show. I would love to win the match and test myself against one of the finest wrestlers in all of Boardwalk and see just what this old, withered body has left in it.”
“Are you a reporter?” Vixen chimed.
“I do some work on a small wrestling website, nothing to serious but would you be up for a few more questions?” she asked.
“Sure...” Noah replied as he motioned for her to join them on the jet. “We have a little bit of time before take off so go ahead, it's been a while since I have done an interview so why not.”
“Well you are doing so well In North Atlantic Wrestling but the management seems to be passing you by for title shots. Do you have anything to say about your lack of opportunities?” the young lady asked as she pulled out a small recorder and placed it on the fold down table.
“I don't recall your name?” Vixen barked.
“Kelli Martin.” the young blonde replied.
“Well Kelli...” Noah started. “I can't speak for the NAW staff, I can only go out there and do what I do each and every night. I just need to go out there and entertain the fans and if I get a title shot at some point and time then great and if I don't then shit happens but if I keep winning matches then there is only going to be so long that the management can keep me from the title scene.”
“Well you are getting chances for higher profile matches in Boardwalk Wrestling, what are your thoughts about the wrestling scene in Atlantic City?” Kelli asked.
“Well, Boardwalk has offered me some very unique chances to me to prove myself and while my Boardwalk record is not what I would like for it to be. The backstage area and the fans are everything a wrestler could ever want for a person like myself.” Noah explained. “I mean if High Octane Wrestling was like Boardwalk maybe I would still be there, maybe HOW wouldn't be the type pf company to railroad talent that they never respected in the first place.”
“So is there a chance you might be able to get in on HOW's WarGames PPV? You passed up the chance last year so if you get the chance are you going to try and get in it this year?” Kelli asked.
“Look at you, doing all your homework like that.” Noah said with a smile. “Yeah I passes up the chance last year, I doubted my ability at that time. I put out feelers to see if Lee Best would give me a chance but so far I have not been contacted by any of the HOW legal team. Now will that bother me if I don't get a chance? Hardly...i would love the chance but if it's not meant to happen then I will find something else to do with my valuable time.”
Noah looked over at Vixen and she smiled at him and walked over and grabbed three bottles of water to the three of them. “How can you even think about HOW? How can you even consider going back to that place, it would be almost like you're fucking crawling back to them on your god damn hands and knees begging for another shot. You have a match with Synnum De La Cruz and then we have to catch a red eye back to Scranton. That is really what you should be worrying about.”
“Well since she did bring it up did you have a chance to catch what she said? Kelli asked and then took a drink of her water.
“I saw some of it and she got all kinds of crazy at me, she talked about how I am screwing with her and stopping her from getting her foot in the door and making her mark. She is acting like I had a hand in this match being set up and for once I have no clue what the hell this crazy chick is talking about. Hell I don't even know her. I mean she is bitching and complaining about having to face an “unranked” Noah Hanson and yeah I admit I am unranked but I didn't ask for the match. I just come out there and do what I do best and that is entertain the fans and she is close to making it personal. And another thing don't insult me like that De La Cruz because you act like me being “unranked” is such a bad thing for you the one thing this little tart needs to remember is that I am not a full time member of the Boardwalk roster again that is why I am not ranked does that explain why I am in this match to begin with? No....see I may be versed in a lot of things dancing, acting, bedding hotties but one thing I am not very familiar with is why I get booked in matches like this. Maybe they see the name Noah Hanson and they know the reputation because THAT could be why I got booked in this match regardless of my record. Now...does that make it right, could my spot in the match been given to someone that is actually a full time member? Of course but that is not MY concern, you wanna sit there and moan and groan about if I am going to stop you or if I am gonna beat you. Hell maybe I will beat you and maybe you will get the win, do I look like I have a god damn crystal ball or something sitting right here on my jet.” Noah ran on, visibly irritated. “See I don't want this to be personal, I don't have a beef with this chick but she bitches and complains like she is ragging at the moment. I get it that she feels insulted that she has to face me, I get it that she thinks that she shouldn't have to face someone that she sees is below her but you know what is gonna happen when you throw all that garbage at me? I am going to pick up all the insults, the coldness and roll it into a big fucking ball and throw it right back at you.”
“So are you worried about Ms. De La Cruz?” Kelli asked.
Noah titled his head slightly and turned towards Kelli, a more irritated expression on his face. “Of course in am worried about her, why wouldn't I be. She barks about who have I faced in singles competition and while my singles matches are a whole two and I have a win and a loss so while I really haven't faced a bunch of stars in Boardwalk she would be well advised to not get to bent out of shape because I don't have that many high profile matches that is not my fault, I had no fucking control over it. You made a remark about not caring about what I think of you but you know what's funny if you had just listened to what I said before you'd have realized that I don't have a god damn thought about you, I don't know you, I don't have a preconceived god damn notion about you. I don't care about who you have faced or what you have done in Boardwalk, it means nothing to me. You want me to remember you as the bitch that could kick my ass? Do you realize how generic that sounds? Do you realize how that makes you sound? I mean I heard it out the ass from Ash Scion before I had even walked into Bally's and now you sound her pissed off little sister that is mad because everyone is looking at your hotter older sister.”
“Does he do this often?” Kelli asked Vixen as Noah appeared to be going off on a tirade and was blocking everyone out.
“More then you'd think...” Vixen remarked as she leaned back in her seat and simply shook her head.
Noah laughed a little and then a sinister grin crept across his face. “Competition, you think I do this for competition? You must be delusional girl, you know how many people have claimed they were gonna end me, it is a literal laundry list of legends and hall of famers that have made the claim and while some have beaten me and I have beaten some of them NONE have even come close to ending me. You think you have that magical elixir that will finally put me in pine box then by all means bring it. Unlike others I welcome death, I openly embrace the chance that I can finally end this curse. You talked about how you are going to beat me within an inch of my life and I really think you believe that you are capable of doing that but you know what you might say that you are going to take me to hell and that you are going to do things to me that no one has done to me. I hope that you can back up claims like that, I hope that you make me bleed, I want to see blood running over my eyes because when you said “You have no idea who you are dealing with” I can say that right back at you.”
Vixen and Kelli look at Noah with almost a look of uneasiness as Noah's eyes looked almost void of himself, like he was in a zone, deep in his own head.
“Go ahead keep throwing out those match accolades out there like I am supposed to cup my hands to my face and scream in terror at what you just declared. I have been in matches just like you, been in matches that left my body broken, bloodied and bruised and still got my hand raised in victory. I see the possible greatness in you that is why it will be a shame for me to have to step over you after I have had my arm raised in triumph once again. A hotel match against Jackson Dre his career was ended at MY hands, a Slaughterhouse match against my friend and tag team partner Justin Evers, I tried to eviscerate the man and then I even went and cut Garvins brake line in his car. There is a darkside in me as well kid, you want the darkness out, you want to see what real fear is? I would be careful what you wish for because I did those things to people I knew longer and in own case I did it to someone I considered a brother. So you need to ask yourself this...”What am I going to do to you?”Noah warned Synnum. “
“Is he serious?” Kelli asked Vixen. “Did he really try to murder someone?”
“That was a long time ago, I thought that was past us.” Vixen said as she looked at Noah with a mixture of confusion and oddly enough lust...
“I laugh at your other-side, you make claims of how we are going to dance but there is no dancing to be done. We are going to fight, we are most certainly going to bleed, it won't be for the faint of heart. But this is what you want right? You are practically begging me to crack your skull open and feed you your own brain but this is what you want and I am more the happy to oblige you. Flesh for fantasy...a pound of flesh for your sins Synnum will be weighed before the fans on Xtra in bloody ol' England and for god and country I won't let her majesty down.” Noah declared with a sadistic smile that has not been seen by Vixen in years and made her look at her man a bit differently then a few moments ago. “You are upset because you feel slighted, you cry in your sleep because the fans and the staff have overlooked you for to long. You claim that after you face me that “They will remember you name” but when ii am done with you all that the fans will be saying is”What just happened to De La Cruz?” and others will respond “Who?”. But that is what you get when prayers get answered sometimes you don't get what you want, sometimes you are damned to hell. You talk about me not being ready to face Amy Jo but I think you are looking past me and that is going to be your undoing, that is why you have already lost but you are just to fucking ignorant to see it.”
Noah pauses and takes a drink of water and then continues.
“England, it's spotted dick, bad teeth and soccer are bad enough to have to tolerate over there but after Xtra I am going to be washing my hands of your stench Synnum, your smell...it burns my nose...makes me want to fucking throw up and the only way I can rid the taste of your apathy is to make you suffer, to make you beg for me to put you out of your misery but I am not a merciful person. I will drag it out, I will prolong your agony as long as humanly possible, I will bring you to the end of passing out and I will gleefully piss all over your face to wake you up and continue your torment...”
“....but then again this is what you wanted right?”
Noah sat down finally next to Vixen, Kelli looked at Noah in horror as his eyes snapped open. “You want to take a picture together?”
“NO!” Kelli screamed as she fumbled with her things, her facial expression growing more and more terrified.
Noah looked oddly at Vixen. “What?”
“You don't remember?” Vixen confusingly asked.
“Remember what?” Noah asked. “I'm gonna take a nap it's a long flight to London.”
As Noah faded off to sleep Vixen got her cellphone out and called Noah's ex-wife Karen. “We have a problem we need to talk after we get back from England...”
[tbc...]
A frustrated Noah Hanson grabs a handful of hair and drags her by it to the corner. A helpless Claire Foxe gets mud holes stomped in her as Hanson just wishes that she would give up. He backs up and then runs at her with a running fist to her face. He manages to bust her wide open as she falls forward. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder and performs a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on her ...that she reverses into a hurricanrana SOMEHOW! He is tossed to the other side as she leaps right in time to slap the hand of Rico Smith. Smith is quickly in as Noah is on his with lefts and rights, but he turns into a n enziguri by Foxe that sends him into the loving arms of Smith, who immediately puts him in the stardust surfboard submission move. Noah Hanson tries his best to fight it for a long period of time.
Phil: Come on, Hanson! YOU STAY IN THERE!
Steve: And do what? If he somehow reverses, Claire Foxe will be there to stop him.
Phil: He cannot let it end like this. HE has come too far to give up.
Unfortunately, Phil’s pleas do not work as Hanson, not being able to hold on much longer, finally taps out to the move as the bell is rung and Amy-Jo Smyth is up to give her team a standing ovation.
Amber Rose: Noah Hanson has been eliminated. Here are your winners and moving onto the finale of the Elimination Series, Claire Foxe and Rico Smith!
*End Video Playback*
I sat there looking at the paused video and just shook my head because I should have known better to trust Pariah. He always uses fucking comics as themes for things, the man even named his finisher after something off 'Arrow' so here is something for you John-boy “You failed this team...” I can't say anything bad about the team I faced they fought with valor, honor and courage and they did face to god damn face and for that I tip my hat to them all and I want to apologize to the Casino Champion Claire Foxe. I never meant to bust you open. Send me the damn hospital bill and I will cover it I let the heat of the moment get the best of me, I let the fact that Nighthawk failed the team MORE then Pariah did. I would have never thought that the man that I fought tooth and nail with in PWX would have turned out to be a fucking chicken shit. We waged war for months in PWX, I ran over him in nearly every match we had, he tried to throw that “Man of a thousand holds” shit at me and he failed at nearly every turn and to top it off I beat him in a Submission Match a god damn match that was supposed to be his fucking specialty. But the man couldn't be bothered to actually show his talents to the world instead he showed the world that sometimes people like Lee Best are fucking right because when you put out a showing like that it just proves that some wrestlers should only be allowed to compete in 'Fisher Price' feds. Feds where you can be a big FUCKING fish in a small god damn pond and be totally hunky god damn dory about it.
Some of the fans after the match were patting me on the back, telling me I did great but the facts are me, Caliban and Black carried the damn team it was more or less a five on three match. But to have to sit here and listen to Caliban run his god damn cocksucker about how me and that dipshit Pariah couldn't fucking work together and THAT was the reason our team failed. No...the reason our team failed is because Chickenhawk couldn't be bothered to bring his balls to Atlantic City and for once have to back up his claims about being the 'Best in the World'. That is why we lost, we lost because the chickenshit failed to do his part, he failed to carry his won weight. It really had nothing to do with how badly I wanna kick Pariah in the damn head. I mean that is why I looked at the match so badly now, we could have won but it was only going to go so far, we were only going to be able to do so much when not every one was doing there part. Caliban I tip my hat to you, you are exactly right you did do your part, you busted your fucking ass I can see why John backs you so much. Maybe I never saw the talent you had in 2CW because I just never really wanted to see all that, I had my file of JPO feds and 2CW was just never really my cup of tea and even though I did a match there it was just repaying a debt I owed to the company and even put over their talent in the match I had for them so really no one can ay that I don't do the right thing.
And that is why I am going to take the right path and not drag this match this week against Synnum De La Cruz and make it personal because to be honest I don't know the lady. I don't have an issue with her and there for I am not going to make this anything more then we have two competitors going into a match and the better fighter walks out with the spoils and also get a chance at Amy Jo Smyth and her Internet title and to be honest this is something I have been looking at for a very long time. See I look at Amy Jo and I see a real challenge and that is not to say that De La Cruz isn't a challenge but damn you look at what Amy Jo has done here in Boardwalk and you have to be impressed, you have to look at how she handles herself and you have to look at her as one of the benchmarks in all of Boardwalk.
So see Synonym this is not just a match where I get to showcase everything I can do this is also a chance where one of us is going to get a chance of a lifetime. One of us is going to get a chance to become a superstar here I Boardwalk. I have absolutely love my time here in Boardwalk, I have been in matches that have been some of the craziest things I have ever seen and been in the ring with some of the most talented fighters in all the world and while I have not come out on the winning end in some matches I have been incredibly proud of everything I have done in the ring. De La Cruz I wanna say this, we are gonna have a hell of a match and the winner gets rewarded with the opportunity to stun the world. What I am going to do is come out there and offer you my hand as a sign of respect between two fighters. What you do with the offer after that is up to you. Do you make it a respectable fight or do we get all personal?
The choice is yours...
[Scranton, PA]
[Scranton Airport]
[3/22/2016]
[11 pm]
[Mood: Tired as fuck]
[Spotify: Nobody Does It Better by Carly Simon]
[Noah Fact: Loves Mountain Dew LiveWire]
So Noah is getting ready to head to Jolly Ol' England for a match during Boardwalk Wrestling tour of England or wherever in the hell they are going with this deal. One thing Noah is at this point and time is tired and sleepy and maybe even a little hungry but he is getting on his chartered plane to England. Noah had just finished the latest North Atlantic Wrestling show, teaming with Jason Price and they defeated Tim Stone and Bohannon and was signing a few autographs as Vixen waited patiently as their gear was loaded on the jet by the staff. Noah took a few pictures and then a young lady spoke up...
“Noah where are you going?” the young lady asked curiously.
“I have a match for Boardwalk Wrestling, they are touring England or Europe or something and this is the first stop. I am facing Synnum De La Cruz and the winner gets a shot at Boardwalks Internet Champion Amy Jo Smyth.”
“London?” the girl asked continuing the brief series of questions.
“Yes....” Noah replied. “At the York Hall I believe and to be honest I think it's the first time I have ever been. I am looking forward to seeing some sights and just enjoying myself for a few days after the Boardwalk show. I would love to win the match and test myself against one of the finest wrestlers in all of Boardwalk and see just what this old, withered body has left in it.”
“Are you a reporter?” Vixen chimed.
“I do some work on a small wrestling website, nothing to serious but would you be up for a few more questions?” she asked.
“Sure...” Noah replied as he motioned for her to join them on the jet. “We have a little bit of time before take off so go ahead, it's been a while since I have done an interview so why not.”
“Well you are doing so well In North Atlantic Wrestling but the management seems to be passing you by for title shots. Do you have anything to say about your lack of opportunities?” the young lady asked as she pulled out a small recorder and placed it on the fold down table.
“I don't recall your name?” Vixen barked.
“Kelli Martin.” the young blonde replied.
“Well Kelli...” Noah started. “I can't speak for the NAW staff, I can only go out there and do what I do each and every night. I just need to go out there and entertain the fans and if I get a title shot at some point and time then great and if I don't then shit happens but if I keep winning matches then there is only going to be so long that the management can keep me from the title scene.”
“Well you are getting chances for higher profile matches in Boardwalk Wrestling, what are your thoughts about the wrestling scene in Atlantic City?” Kelli asked.
“Well, Boardwalk has offered me some very unique chances to me to prove myself and while my Boardwalk record is not what I would like for it to be. The backstage area and the fans are everything a wrestler could ever want for a person like myself.” Noah explained. “I mean if High Octane Wrestling was like Boardwalk maybe I would still be there, maybe HOW wouldn't be the type pf company to railroad talent that they never respected in the first place.”
“So is there a chance you might be able to get in on HOW's WarGames PPV? You passed up the chance last year so if you get the chance are you going to try and get in it this year?” Kelli asked.
“Look at you, doing all your homework like that.” Noah said with a smile. “Yeah I passes up the chance last year, I doubted my ability at that time. I put out feelers to see if Lee Best would give me a chance but so far I have not been contacted by any of the HOW legal team. Now will that bother me if I don't get a chance? Hardly...i would love the chance but if it's not meant to happen then I will find something else to do with my valuable time.”
Noah looked over at Vixen and she smiled at him and walked over and grabbed three bottles of water to the three of them. “How can you even think about HOW? How can you even consider going back to that place, it would be almost like you're fucking crawling back to them on your god damn hands and knees begging for another shot. You have a match with Synnum De La Cruz and then we have to catch a red eye back to Scranton. That is really what you should be worrying about.”
“Well since she did bring it up did you have a chance to catch what she said? Kelli asked and then took a drink of her water.
“I saw some of it and she got all kinds of crazy at me, she talked about how I am screwing with her and stopping her from getting her foot in the door and making her mark. She is acting like I had a hand in this match being set up and for once I have no clue what the hell this crazy chick is talking about. Hell I don't even know her. I mean she is bitching and complaining about having to face an “unranked” Noah Hanson and yeah I admit I am unranked but I didn't ask for the match. I just come out there and do what I do best and that is entertain the fans and she is close to making it personal. And another thing don't insult me like that De La Cruz because you act like me being “unranked” is such a bad thing for you the one thing this little tart needs to remember is that I am not a full time member of the Boardwalk roster again that is why I am not ranked does that explain why I am in this match to begin with? No....see I may be versed in a lot of things dancing, acting, bedding hotties but one thing I am not very familiar with is why I get booked in matches like this. Maybe they see the name Noah Hanson and they know the reputation because THAT could be why I got booked in this match regardless of my record. Now...does that make it right, could my spot in the match been given to someone that is actually a full time member? Of course but that is not MY concern, you wanna sit there and moan and groan about if I am going to stop you or if I am gonna beat you. Hell maybe I will beat you and maybe you will get the win, do I look like I have a god damn crystal ball or something sitting right here on my jet.” Noah ran on, visibly irritated. “See I don't want this to be personal, I don't have a beef with this chick but she bitches and complains like she is ragging at the moment. I get it that she feels insulted that she has to face me, I get it that she thinks that she shouldn't have to face someone that she sees is below her but you know what is gonna happen when you throw all that garbage at me? I am going to pick up all the insults, the coldness and roll it into a big fucking ball and throw it right back at you.”
“So are you worried about Ms. De La Cruz?” Kelli asked.
Noah titled his head slightly and turned towards Kelli, a more irritated expression on his face. “Of course in am worried about her, why wouldn't I be. She barks about who have I faced in singles competition and while my singles matches are a whole two and I have a win and a loss so while I really haven't faced a bunch of stars in Boardwalk she would be well advised to not get to bent out of shape because I don't have that many high profile matches that is not my fault, I had no fucking control over it. You made a remark about not caring about what I think of you but you know what's funny if you had just listened to what I said before you'd have realized that I don't have a god damn thought about you, I don't know you, I don't have a preconceived god damn notion about you. I don't care about who you have faced or what you have done in Boardwalk, it means nothing to me. You want me to remember you as the bitch that could kick my ass? Do you realize how generic that sounds? Do you realize how that makes you sound? I mean I heard it out the ass from Ash Scion before I had even walked into Bally's and now you sound her pissed off little sister that is mad because everyone is looking at your hotter older sister.”
“Does he do this often?” Kelli asked Vixen as Noah appeared to be going off on a tirade and was blocking everyone out.
“More then you'd think...” Vixen remarked as she leaned back in her seat and simply shook her head.
Noah laughed a little and then a sinister grin crept across his face. “Competition, you think I do this for competition? You must be delusional girl, you know how many people have claimed they were gonna end me, it is a literal laundry list of legends and hall of famers that have made the claim and while some have beaten me and I have beaten some of them NONE have even come close to ending me. You think you have that magical elixir that will finally put me in pine box then by all means bring it. Unlike others I welcome death, I openly embrace the chance that I can finally end this curse. You talked about how you are going to beat me within an inch of my life and I really think you believe that you are capable of doing that but you know what you might say that you are going to take me to hell and that you are going to do things to me that no one has done to me. I hope that you can back up claims like that, I hope that you make me bleed, I want to see blood running over my eyes because when you said “You have no idea who you are dealing with” I can say that right back at you.”
Vixen and Kelli look at Noah with almost a look of uneasiness as Noah's eyes looked almost void of himself, like he was in a zone, deep in his own head.
“Go ahead keep throwing out those match accolades out there like I am supposed to cup my hands to my face and scream in terror at what you just declared. I have been in matches just like you, been in matches that left my body broken, bloodied and bruised and still got my hand raised in victory. I see the possible greatness in you that is why it will be a shame for me to have to step over you after I have had my arm raised in triumph once again. A hotel match against Jackson Dre his career was ended at MY hands, a Slaughterhouse match against my friend and tag team partner Justin Evers, I tried to eviscerate the man and then I even went and cut Garvins brake line in his car. There is a darkside in me as well kid, you want the darkness out, you want to see what real fear is? I would be careful what you wish for because I did those things to people I knew longer and in own case I did it to someone I considered a brother. So you need to ask yourself this...”What am I going to do to you?”Noah warned Synnum. “
“Is he serious?” Kelli asked Vixen. “Did he really try to murder someone?”
“That was a long time ago, I thought that was past us.” Vixen said as she looked at Noah with a mixture of confusion and oddly enough lust...
“I laugh at your other-side, you make claims of how we are going to dance but there is no dancing to be done. We are going to fight, we are most certainly going to bleed, it won't be for the faint of heart. But this is what you want right? You are practically begging me to crack your skull open and feed you your own brain but this is what you want and I am more the happy to oblige you. Flesh for fantasy...a pound of flesh for your sins Synnum will be weighed before the fans on Xtra in bloody ol' England and for god and country I won't let her majesty down.” Noah declared with a sadistic smile that has not been seen by Vixen in years and made her look at her man a bit differently then a few moments ago. “You are upset because you feel slighted, you cry in your sleep because the fans and the staff have overlooked you for to long. You claim that after you face me that “They will remember you name” but when ii am done with you all that the fans will be saying is”What just happened to De La Cruz?” and others will respond “Who?”. But that is what you get when prayers get answered sometimes you don't get what you want, sometimes you are damned to hell. You talk about me not being ready to face Amy Jo but I think you are looking past me and that is going to be your undoing, that is why you have already lost but you are just to fucking ignorant to see it.”
Noah pauses and takes a drink of water and then continues.
“England, it's spotted dick, bad teeth and soccer are bad enough to have to tolerate over there but after Xtra I am going to be washing my hands of your stench Synnum, your smell...it burns my nose...makes me want to fucking throw up and the only way I can rid the taste of your apathy is to make you suffer, to make you beg for me to put you out of your misery but I am not a merciful person. I will drag it out, I will prolong your agony as long as humanly possible, I will bring you to the end of passing out and I will gleefully piss all over your face to wake you up and continue your torment...”
“....but then again this is what you wanted right?”
Noah sat down finally next to Vixen, Kelli looked at Noah in horror as his eyes snapped open. “You want to take a picture together?”
“NO!” Kelli screamed as she fumbled with her things, her facial expression growing more and more terrified.
Noah looked oddly at Vixen. “What?”
“You don't remember?” Vixen confusingly asked.
“Remember what?” Noah asked. “I'm gonna take a nap it's a long flight to London.”
As Noah faded off to sleep Vixen got her cellphone out and called Noah's ex-wife Karen. “We have a problem we need to talk after we get back from England...”
[tbc...]