Post by KERBEROS on Aug 25, 2022 2:48:07 GMT
HELLHOUND II / ENVISION
10 NOVEMBER 2020
KANSAS CITY PRO
“Kerby, it’s not so bad,” the Wrestleverse Champion was in his element. He had a paint roller, he had goggles on, and he was prepared. He slammed the roller into the tray, slapping it immediately onto the wall. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve gotta tag with–”
“You?” KERBEROS’ gruff voice cut across the Australian’s, silencing him for but a second. He leaned against the doorway of the new flat that his sister and her boyfriend had acquired recently within New York City. A friend, he was told, offered them the secondary portion of their whole-floor flat, which seemed awfully charitable. Too charitable. It made him think there was something underhanded afoot, but then again…
This was Aiden. And Aiden was too fucking stupid to do anything like that.
Aiden turned around, the bandanna wrapped around his forehead flopping with the abruptness. “Oi, I resemble that remark.”
“No fucking shit, dickhead.” With a derisive snort, KERBEROS pushed himself off the doorframe and walked into the room. His sister had invited him to come help put together the nursery for his neicephew, whichever it was going to be, and probably naively thought that putting them together in informal, non-wrestling situations was going to help. Hint. It wasn’t. Their relationship was as strained as the spaghetti noodles after a long time boiling over the stove.
They hated each other.
Or maybe that wasn’t the right term. KERBEROS wasn’t sure if Aiden had a bone in his body that leaned anywhere but towards comedic entertainment.
“Nah, nah, nah, yeah, mate,” Aiden waved his hand, deciding that it was time to choose another color. He slapped that one with just as much gusto as the previous one onto the wall. It was a peach color. “Just gives them all a sec to look upon me buddies and cower like bitches.”
“Oh yeah. Super cowardice.”
“You forget it was the three of us at the end? Knocked too hard in the head, aye?” The Australian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I know that ya a bit dense in the head, mate. You’ll be right.”
KERBEROS’ head turned, and in his mind, he saw himself walking over and knocked Aiden off his stepstool and watching as his head cracked open on a can of paint. In fact, he found himself walking towards him. His foot was ready to swipe. It would only take one go of it.
“You two having fun?” Kallie chimed in, grinning.
KERBEROS took a step back. Someday.
Maybe.
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“Just under a month ago, we were the ones that you all sat there and hated. Aiden. Lachlan. Myself. The final three, and we beat the rest of your champions…or at least, the one who said he would be at the top. The three of us were the final, the three of us did exactly what we said we would.”
KERBEROS tilts his head forward and narrows his eyes. Again, a small dark room, nondescript. It didn’t quite matter where or how he placed himself, it was always the forefront of him. He was the important factor in every promotional video, and that was how he liked it.
“Lachlan is a damned good wrestler, and while I am…perturbed by the fact that I have been placed into a tag team situation, I also get to remind Aiden that the main event contains me and not him. Fucking egotistical dipshit.”
He makes a face, disdainful in every way. His hatred of his sister’s love of her life was still prevalent, regardless of the fact that he was there to ensure his safety.
“Lach and I are not parallel wrestlers. We do not work in tandem, we do not know each other from top to bottom. But we do have commonalities, in that we both have the desire to rise above, the want to hold gold in our palms and savor the voluminous sounds of the audience. And what, praytell, do we face for the Parallel Championships?”
His lip curls upwards.
“Tommy Gunn and Chase Andrews? Amelia Winston and Kyle Williams? Amelia Winston has been given every chance at every championship in this company so far. Kyle Williams the same. And honestly, so has Lachlan. How many more times are people going to be handed shots to ultimately fail against the rest? CruZe or whatever the fuck won the Eternal Championship, congrats dude. Great plan. But the other two?”
He tilts his head to the side. “When are you people going to learn that it is more about what you put into the universe…perhaps the Wrestleverse…than it is shitty little podcast shows and living in a world where the only thing you see for yourself is yourself. You have to envision the world around you. You have to know what you want.”
“You will have to note that I was not on the second Eternal. I was there to support Aiden, as I will continue to do in every chance that I have. And for a moment, there was discussion above that it would be myself versus my…teammate…but let it be known that had I been in that match for the Eternal Championship? I would have it in my palms, no questions asked. And the Parallel Championships? I can envision it within my hands.
I can see them there.
I can hold them in my hands.
Just as easily as I can break every single one of you limb from limb. We are Wolves, Winston. We are monsters when we are in our zone, Williams. All of you. Gunn. Andrews.
You have no idea.
The Parallel Championships are ours. They belong to the Wolves.
We are coming for everything.
Including your throats.”
