Post by cyborg878 on Jul 8, 2011 9:44:08 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, so I was going through my computer's recycle bin and found this. I saved it. It's my all time favourite of any RP I have written.
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Homecoming, I'm coming.
My sweet mistake.
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The scene fades in and Nathan and Aaron are talking in Nathan's hotel room in Toronto.
Aaron: I'm going to see mom and dad. Do you want to come?
Nathan: What do you think? Do I want to back to the house of the man that treated me like shit everyday? Do I want to see the man who called me a disgusting fag? No, have fun without me.
Aaron: What about mom? You can't have her lose out just because your step-dad was and is a douche bag. And you know she adores Damon, please come.
Nathan: No Aaron. I can't go back. Send mom my regards. And if you get time alone with her tell her to call me tonight when HE isn't nearby. We can schedule time together. But I won't risk my emotional health by being in the same house as him again.
Aaron: Okay, I'll try. I guess I'll see you later.
Aaron exits the room, emotionally overwhelmed. Even though it was Nathan who went through the torture as a child, Aaron saw it all. Aaron heard Nathan holler in pain, every second of noise amounting to years of depression on Nathan's part. As Aaron walked into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button he began to think back to those days.
A sixteen year old Nathan walked into the room of the Warrens' three floor house. It was a modest house, but of course it was in Toronto, so it was expensive. He kicked off his shoes and walked down the hall to the living room. He saw his twin brother Aaron sitting in their step-dad's recliner.
Nathan: Hey where's mom?
Aaron: Her and dad went grocery shopping, they should be home any minute.
Nathan shook his head.
Nathan: How can you even consider him a dad? He's a douche bag! He treats me like shit.
Aaron: He isn't so bad to me. Sure he's a jerk sometimes, but he's not that bad to me.
Nathan looked at Aaron with great anger.
Nathan: Yeah well he doesn't hate straight people does he?
Nathan stated each word with a stinging venom at his brother.
Aaron: I know, but it's not my fault!
Nathan: I know, but I wish you would have my back every once in a while.
Aaron: He won't listen to me. You know that.
Nathan: You don't know exactly were the river will take you until you let it take you there.
Aaron: What the fuck?
Nathan: That's me trying to sound intelligent. It means you won't know until you try.
Just as Nathan finished his sentence the door opened, revealing his mother and step-father in the doorway with bags of groceries.
Mrs. Warrens was about average size and not too tall. Her head was covered by a blonde wig, her hair had fallen out due to the chemotherapy treatments she had to endure. She had been diagnosed with the early stages of breast cancer and she wanted to do whatever she could to make sure it didn't get worse. Her hair had started to fall out in patches, so she decided to shave it all off and go with the wig route. She wasn't ashamed of the wig, she was a mentally and emotionally strong woman. She was also the only person, other than Nathan, in the Warrens family that stood up for Nathan. She had been perfectly fine with Nathan's sexuality. She always fought to make sure Nathan would be okay, even getting in many an argument with her husband.
Mr. Warrens wasn't as caring. He was openly homophobic. He was a short, slightly overweight bald man. He was a very negative man, always something to complain about, but he never had an issue with Aaron. Aaron was " a real man" in his words, while Nathan was " the dirty little cock sucker". He always treated Nathan like a piece of shit. He was completely disgusted to be associated with a ''dirty fag".
So this is what Nathan lived with. On one side he had a wonderful, strong, caring mother. The other side, a horrible, verbally abusive step-father. And in between was his twin brother, who was caught between a rock and a hard place. Aaron meant well, but he never wanted to get caught in the metaphorical crossfire.
Nathan was severely depressed. He often sat in his room with the lights off and the door closed crying and hyperventilating until the point which he would pass out. That wasn't all. Aaron knew Nathan had started cutting his wrists. He had walked into the bathroom once as Nathan had just finished. Aaron didn't know what to do, there was blood everywhere. He had helped Nathan clean up the blood. When Nathan left, Aaron grabbed the razor blade Nathan had forgotten and flushed it down the toilet, hoping that it would prevent Nathan from hurting himself again.
So both Nathan and Aaron knew what would happen now that their step-dad had walked in the door. And they were both right.
Mr. Warrens: What the hell are you doing here faggot!
Nathan: This is my house too!
Mr. Warrens: I honestly wish it wasn't. Get out of my sight!
Mrs. Warrens: Don't talk to him like that! Nathan you can stay down here.
Nathan: It doesn't matter, I'm going to my room. Maybe when I come back down for dinner you'll see that he is the worst thing that's happened to this family.
Nathan stormed out of the living room and upstairs to his room. He opened the door before he walked in and slammed it shut, locking it afterwards. Nathan walked over to his nightstand and began rummaging through the top compartment, moving aside clothing until he found his 'prize', and unmarked bottle filled with odd pills. He grabbed the bottle, and a glass he had filled with water earlier that day. He slowly unscrewed the lid, thinking about what he was about to do. Sure he didn't want the douche bags in life to win, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Nathan shook the bottle, allowing eight pills to fall into his hand. He began throwing back the pills two at a time until all eight were out of his hand. It didn't happen immediately, but Nathan knew it was coming. Suddenly Nathan dropped into unconciousness, life fading from the young boy.
Downstairs Mr. and Mrs. Warrens had been continuing their quarrel in front of Aaron. Aaron had been begging them to stop, but nothing worked. Nothng until a loud thud radiated through the room. Mrs. Warrens jumped at the sound and walked upstairs, followed by a frightened Aaron.
Mrs. Warrens: Nathan? Is everything okay?
Upon hearing no response Mrs. Warrens began to get worried. Even when he was alone in his room, not wanting to talk to anyone, he would still answer her. Mrs. Warrens, still being shadowed by Aaron, raced down the hall to Nathan's room. She tried to turn the doorknob to no avail. It was locked and Mrs. Warrens began to panick as she screamed out Nathan's name. She, with Aaron's help, run at the door, slamming into it, and forcing it open. She looked around and did not see Nathan at first. That was until she peered over Nathan's bed and saw him laying on the ground, not moving, on the other side. She rushed to him and saw an open bottle in his hand, several pills were scattered on the ground.
Mrs. Warrens: Aaron get the phone and call nine one one! NOW!!
She never left her son's side. She stayed with him while Aaron called for help. She stayed with him when the paramedics arrived at their house. She stayed with him as the same paramedics carried him down the stairs, out the door and into the back of the ambulence on a stretcher. She stayed with him during the drive to the hospital. She stayed with him every second of every day he was in the hospital. She never left his side for the three weeks he was unconcious. Never.
As Aaron thought about this nightmare that had become reality a tear trickled down his cheek. The elevator doors opened and Aaron walks out. He remebers his step-father's crocodile tears. He remembers how his mother sat in the same chair holding Nathan's hand. As these memories rush back to him Aaron exits the hotel and walks out onto the side walk. He pulls out his phone and calls a taxi service. They say the taxi will arrive in a few minutes.
Three weeks had passed. Those three weeks had felt like three decades. Aaron was nervous and severely stressed. His mother wasn't talking to his step-father, she hadn't left the hospital, and Nathan still had not awakened. The doctors said he would survive, but wouldn't believe it until his brother's eyes opened. That day nurses had come by as usual, his mother stayed in the chair, completely silent except for sobbing and occasional statement to Nathan, praying he could hear her, or to Aaron to ask him to grab her food from the cafeteria or to watch Nathan while she went to the bathroom, had a shower in the bathroom meant for Nathan, or got changed.
Aaron was downstairs when it had happened. He didn't know exactly when, or how it happened, but all that mattered was it did happen. His brother opened his eyes. It was only for a minute or so his mother had told him, but he was alive. According to his mother Nathan had opened his eyes and looked around, not uttering a word as confusion and fear was plastered all over his face. He had looked to his mother when he saw her, as if for an explanation. He then yawned, shifted slightly, and closed his eyes again, this time to sleep.
The next morning he awakened again, this time for much longer. He didn't speak, but he listened. He listened as his mother explained to him what had happened. He listened to his mother tell him how much she loved him. He heard her promise to never let his father treat him badly again.
He often drifted off to sleep for a couple hours at a time over the next week. He ate little, but tried, for his mother's sake, to eat. He began to speak more and more. By the end of his fourth week in the hospital he was having short conversations. One in particular Aaron remembered was one between Nathan, himself and their mother.
Mrs. Warrens: How are you feeling?
Nathan: Better I guess.
Mrs. Warrens: Good. Now let me tell you, if you ever even think of doing something like that again I will kick your butt from here to Timbukthree and back.
Nathan: Mom, it's Timbuktu.
Mrs. Warrens: I know what I said. Timbukthree is much, much farther, and much harsher than Timbuktu.
She forces a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
Mrs. Warrens: So...your father wants to know if he can come see you.
Nathan: No.
Mrs. Warrens: I figured you would say that. He also says he's sorry.
Nathan: Lies.
Mrs. Warrens: I should get into the psychic business. Anyways, there's some good news. I've decided you need something really positive. Somewhere to escape to when I'm not home. So I've decided, since you begged me all year, I will pay for you to go to that wrestling gym. But you have to wait until you're out of the hospital and you're healthy enough. Aaron will be going with you.
Nathan: Really? Thanks!
Nathan smiled for the first time in over a month. He rested his head on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep.
The taxi arrives. Aaron gets in the backseat and tells the driver where to drive him. When his brother regained conciousness Aaron felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, suddenly the stress was alleviated. Aaron also remembers his mother telling his step-father that if he wanted them to stay together, he would live in the basement until the twins were old enough to leave, and Nathan would no longer have to deal with him. When Nathan had been cleared to leave the hospital, and they had taken him home, life was happy for the first time in a long time. Their step-father lived downstairs, they lived upstairs. Their mother would spend two nights a week downstairs with her husband and the other five upstairs. There were less fights, in fact compared to before, it felt there were no fights in the family. Life was good. Nathan had overcome great odds, he had cheated death. This was the first of his many challenges. Aaron begins to relive a particular day at the wrestling gym, where Nathan overcame another obstacle.
Nathan and Aaron were at Squared Circle, the nearby wrestling gym their mother had sent them to. They had gotten into their wrestling gear. It wasn't anything extravagent, Nathan had red full length tights, and black elbow pads, knee pads and boots. Aaron had black tights with red elbows pads, knee pads and boots. The red pads and boots had originally come with the red tights, and the black pads with the black tights, but Nathan thought all red and all black was way too bland for him, so the brothers had switched pads and boots, which worked, a perk of being twins with the same sized bodies.
They were currently being trained by their trainer that they knew simply as El Feugo. He always wore a mask, he was about half a foot taller than them, giver or take a few inches, and was much more muscular. He was currently having a match with Nathan. To this point Nathan hadn't been very good. He was too nice, he didn't want to get angry and hurt people, knowing personally how it felt to be hurt. Even though this hurt was different than the hurt he
would have to inflict on others in wrestling, it was still the same to him.
El Feugo was messing around, not being too serious, knowing Nathan was no threat. He slapped Nathan a couple times, kicked him in the gut, and stood there waiting to see if Nathan would ever fight back. He didn't.
El Feugo: You will never make it in this business. I suggest you do your mother a favour and quit. Save her some money. You're brother has a future here, but you, you're a complete waste of my time, a failure.
El Feugo walked towards the apron. Feugo began to exit the ring. Failure, the word echoed through Nathan's mind. His step-father had called him a failure many a time. The word seemingly lit a fire in Nathan for the young blond rushed at Feugo, pulled him back into the ring began punching the man's masked skull. Nathan leaped and hit his training with an enziguiri. He followed up by running off the ropes and rushing towards his now recovered foe. Feugo twisted his student around with a tilt-a-whirl, going for a backbreaker, which was reversed mid-tilt, into a headscissors takedown. Feugo got to one knee, but it was useless, he wasn't able to dodge the shining boot to the skull he received from his supposed failure of a student. Nathan put one boot on Feugo and one of the students that was training to become a referee made the three count. Nathan looked at his downed teacher.
Nathan: Never.....call.....me....a....failure.
That was the birth of the Killshot. That was the birth of Nathan Warrens' wrestling career. That's where it started. He and Nathan continued training at Squared Circle and El Feugo never doubted Nathan again. In fact by the time they 'graduated' from Squared Circle, Aaron and Nathan were his star pupils. After they left Squared Circle they were old enough to live on their own. Aaron thinks back to when he and Nathan said bye to their mother and began their careers in the independant wrestling federations. The taxi ride nears its end as one last memory creeps into Aaron's mind. This, of another dark time in Aaron's past.
Aaron looked across the ring, giving his opponent a death glare. His opponent on this night was none other than Caleb Michael P. Caleb was about five years Aaron's senior. He had takent the Warrens under his wing, as they all shared a straight edge lifestyle now. Originally everything had gone smoothly. That was until Nathan started to question the morality of some of Caleb's actions. He had ordered them to interfere in matches, to cheat, to do anything possible to make sure their foes fell. Nathan wasn't fond of this and he left the group. Aaron contemplated leaving but was convinced by Caleb that Nathan was in the wrong. Caleb had pretty much brainwashed Aaron into despising his brother.
For over a year the Warrens twins battled. Handicapped matches, tables matches, falls count anywhere, last man standing, casket, ladder, extreme rules, you name the match, they fought in it. It all culminated in a buried alive match. Aaron had won, burying his twin brother alive with help from Caleb. It was that moment, as Aaron had watched Caleb dump the last shovel of dirt onto the grave, that Aaron understood that Nathan had been right, that what Aaron and Caleb had been doing was horrible.
Aaron had then turned against Caleb. He had cost his former leader a title match. There were attacks, distractions, all leading to the match that stuck out the most in Aaron's memory.
Aaron didn't wait until the ref started the match. He rushed at Caleb, spearing him into the corner. He began firing away with right hands. The ref would have held him back, but this was no-disqualification. Aaron stopped punching Caleb, opting to go the repeated roundhouse kick route instead. After about five kicks Caleb grabbed Aaron's leg and used a back leg trip to stop Aaron's assault. He stomped on Aaron's knee twice before stompong on his cest once. Caleb rolled out of the ring and looked under the apron, grabbing two chairs in the process. He tossed the chairs into the ring, before entering the ring himself. Aaron got too his feet in to receive a boot to the gut followed by a DDT onto the chair. Caleb hooked his leg for the pin.
1....Kickout!
Caleb got to his feet and grabbed one of the two chairs, waiting for Aaron to rise. When Aaron did he walked right into a chair shot to the head. Caleb proceeded to wedge the chair in the corner. He helped Aaron to his feet only to irish whip him head first into the chair. Caleb decided he needed more than a chair or two so he exited the ring again. He pulled out a trashcan which he tossed into the ring, followed by a ladder which he slid into the ring, a table, also slid into the ring and two trashcan lids. He rolled into the ring, trashcan lids in hand. As Aaron got to one knee Caleb hits him with both lids, cymbal style. He then smashed both lids over Aaron's head. Aaron fell face first to the ground. Caleb went for another pin.
1....2..Kickout!
Caleb got frustrated and lifted Aaron up. He kicked Aaron in the gut again, before lifting him onto his shoulders in a death valley driver position. He lifted Aaron up and dropped him forward while lifting a knee, but Aaron landed on his feet, missing the knee strike. Aaron hit a high roundhouse to Caleb's head. He grabbed a chair and began to use it to choke out Caleb. He followed up with a chair smash to both legs. Aaron rolled out of the ring, looked under the apron, grabbed his signature kendo stick and re-entered the ring. He saw Caleb slowly rise to his feet and swatted him in the head with the kendo stick, knocking the manipulator to the ground. Aaron looked at the garbage can lids. He grabbed one and placed it right over Caleb's crotch. He held the kendo stick up as the crowd cheered. He slammed the kendo stick down onto the lid, an extreme low blow. Caleb sat up in pain in time to receive another kendo stick shot from Aaron. Aaron tossed the garbage can lids out of the ring, now focused on the garbage itself. He grabbed Caleb's arm and dragged him to the corner where he set him up in the tree of woe. Aaron set the garbage can in front of Caleb's face before he walked to the other side of the ring. He pointed at Caleb before running at his opponent. He jumped and slammed the can into Caleb's face with a hesitation dropkick. Aaron watched as Caleb fell to the ground. Aaron wasn't ready to end the match yet though. He dragged Caleb to the chairs. He placed Caleb's legs across a flat chair and grabbed the other chair and hit Caleb's legs with a con-chair-to.
While Caleb was down Aaron decided to set up the table. Caleb barely stirred by the time Aaron grabbed him and placed him on the table. Aaron climbed onto the table and lifted Caleb. He hooked Caleb's arms and dropped him through the table, onto the mat with a double underhook piledriver. That still wasn't enough for Aaron. He set up the ladder in the corner. He then grabbed the nearly unconcious Caleb and irish whipped him face first into the ladder. Aaron ran at Caleb who was leaning on the ladder, and jumped, hitting him with a double knee strike to the back. Aaron was almost done. But he had one more thing in mind. He pulled Caleb to the middle of the ring and grabbed one of the chairs. He opened the chair up enough to fit it over Caleb's head and around his neck. Aaron then ran off the ropes and upon returning to his foe, hit a knee drop onto the chair, crushing Caleb's windpipe. He decided that was enough as he saw Caleb cough blood and EMTs rush out to ringside. He put on foot on Caleb's chest.
1....2....3.
He had won. He had made sure Caleb suffered, but was it too much? Apparently so for when Aaron was done getting changed he was asked to go to the fed owner's office. He was informed Caleb was in the operating room, clinging onto life. The boss suggested that Aaron leave the business, he was too sadistic, he had almost killed someone. That was the day Aaron Warrens retired from pro-wrestling.
Aaron pays the taxi driver when they arrive outside his parents' house. He exits the taxi and looks at the house he used to live in. The house filled with memories. He slowly walks up the front steps and rings the doorbell. A woman in a short blonde wig answers.
Mrs. Warrens: Aaron! I've missed you so much!
Aaron: Hey mom, you look great!
Mrs. Warrens: Thank you. Is Nathan with you?
Aaron:....Sorry, he refused to come, incase dad was here. But he said to call him tonight, he wants to come see you tomorrow, maybe go out for lunch.
Aaron hands her a paper with Nathan's number on it.
Mrs. Warrens: I understand. I will definitely call him. Now get inside, we have a lot of catching up to do.
Aaron walks inside and his mother closes the door behind both of them. He walks inside, takes his shoes off and walks down the hall to the very same living room he was in years before. His mother sits down on the couch with him.
Mrs. Warrens: So your father and I watch you every once in a while. You're really talented. So is Nathan.
Aaron: Thanks. It's a lot of hard work, but it's so much fun, and even though we hate our boss, it's great pay.
Mrs. Warrens: I see you still have Jane with you, that's good. And Damon and Nathan are still together?
Aaron: Yeah Jane's great, and yeah they're together. They're kinda...getting married on Saturday.
Mrs. Warrens: Oh. Would be nice to be there.
Aaron: Trust me you don't want to be there. It's going to be at the PCW show.
Mrs. Warrens: I see. Well it would still be nice to be there.
Aaron: Well if it makes you feel better they're planning on having a second, more traditional ceremony for friends and certain family members. You're on the guest list.
Mrs. Warrens: Oh okay.
Aaron's mother perks up at this and seems a good bit cheerier.
Mrs. Warrens: So you moved to San Diego I hear.
Aaron: Yeah, Nathan and Damon were having issues with their son at school. He was being bullied and the principal wouldn't do anything. So they wanted to move, and good friends of ours said there was a house next door for sale so, we bought it.
Mrs. Warrens: Speaking of which I want to meet my grandson.
Aaron: Nathan wants you to meet him as well. He's a good kid, a bit shy, but really kind. Ad he's quite talented at art.
Mrs. Warrens: That's good.
An hour passes before Aaron leaves, knowing his step-father will be home soon. He says good-bye to his mother.
He returned to his hotel room and told Nathan their mother would call him. She didn't fail. He received the call at eight pm.
Nathan: Hey mom. How are you doing?
Mrs. Warrens: I'm good. It's a shame you couldn't come by.
Nathan: I'd love to, but you kn-
Mrs. Warrens: I know honey. So, I hear you're getting married to Damon finally.
Nathan: Yes, this Saturday. Don't worry we're having another ceremony, and you're invited. Wear something black or purple.
Mrs. Warrens: So, who proposed and when?
Nathan: Damon did on our anniversary, right before I was shot.
Mrs. Warrens: You were shot!?!
Nathan: Long story short, shot in the leg by a crazy wrestler. I'm all good now.
Mrs. Warrens: Gotta love the crazies. Are you sure you're okay? I saw what happened at your show last week.
Nathan: Oh that? A bump here, scratch there. Nothing I haven't been through before. If anyone wants to take me down, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than that.
Mrs. Warrens: And how is my grandson, who I still need to meet, might I add.
Nathan: Christian? He's great, he's getting used to Damon and I coming home beaten up. And he likes San Diego, he's al ready made a friend.
Mrs. Warrens: Really?And this friend is?
Nathan: Trey Baker. He's the son of a friend of mine.
Mrs. Warrens: That James Baker? He's a bit...dangerous don't you think?
Nathan: Yeah, but in a good way. He's a great father, and a great friend. He would never let anything bad happen to the people he cares about. His wife Danielle is amazing too, she's a fantastic chef, she has amazing style, and she's a lot of fun to chill with. She's the calming presence of the group.
Mrs. Warrens: Well glad to know you have good people looking out for you.
Nathan: So...I might as well ask. Is he any different?
Mrs. Warrens: No. Sadly he isn't. We still fight daily. You'll be proud though, I filed for divorce.
Nathan: Really? That's great! But, you don't have a job now do you?
Mrs. Warrens: No, the flower shop had to make some cuts, and well I was one of them.
Nathan: So how are you going to pay bills?
Mrs. Warrens: I honestly have no clue.
Nathan: Well....you could come live with us?
Mrs. Warrens: I couldn't do that to you two. You would get sick of me fast.
Nathan: Mother, for an intelligent woman, you are so stupid sometimes. Obviously I wouldn't get sick of you. You were the only person keeping me relatively sane for years. And I'm inviting you. And think about it, you'll get to meet Christian and spend a lot of time with everyone. We have a spare room we were going to convert into an office, but we really don't need an office. And it's big enough to be a bedroom, so why not? And we have a front garden that, well let's just say Damon does not have much of a green thumb.
Mrs. Warrens: Is it that bad?
Nathan: Let's put it this way, he could find a way to kill fake flowers.
Mrs. Warrens: Ouch, well then you need me. I better come to San Diego.
Nathan's mother laughs a bit.
Nathan: You know, I'm holding you to that. As soon as the divorce goes through, then you get your butt down to San Diego. Promise?
Mrs. Warrens: I promise. Now I better go, I had a long day today. You take care of yourself, I'll be watching your show this week, so I'll get to see that wedding.
Nathan: I love you, stay safe.
Mrs. Warrens: I love you too, and keep Damon away from my garden when you get home!
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The Xtreme Journal
March 20, 2011
Memories. They are the mental photo album of life. They are every note in every song, every word in every book. Memories can be cherished, hated, feared, loved. Memories are our personal time machines, our glimpses into the past. Through memories we can find what we did wrong, and what we did perfectly. We can solve problems, maybe even create some. The events that make our memories molded us into what we are today. Memories are powerful tools that are often taken for granted.
I took a stroll down Memory Lane today. Memory Lane is quite a confusing place. You may start with a happy voyage when suddenly clouds cover the sun, and rain pours down upon you. Some of these memories I met during my journey have haunted me for years. I've been too afraid to face them, until now. Now I've been forced to look these memories in the metaphorical eye and conquer the fear and hatred, but embrace the few joys of my past.
It's time for a story Sickboy. Once upon a time in a land far, far away ( well actually it's just north of America, so it's not that far, but let me tell you it's a hell of a walk I'd imagine) there were two twin boys (we'll call them Aaron and Nathan) who had a fantastic mother, and a horrid step-father. This step-father made life hell for Nathan, to the point he tried to overdose. Thankfully he survived, conquering the first of many obstacles in his path to greatness. Then when the brothers began training in wrestling, Nathan was told he was a failure. He proved all his disbelievers wrong, a second obstacle defeated. Then when the brothers were pitted against each other by a cruel manipulator, Nathan helped Aaron overcome the obstacle which was this brainwashing maniac, through rebellion. Nathan helped Aaron overcome another big obstacle, retiring. He brought Aaron to the magical land of PCW ( dressed as a Power Ranger, but at least it was interesting) where the two continued to conquer every obstacle in their path, from crazed politicians, to insane carnival rejects, and saints to the cast of Twilight. Aaron however wanted to prove that he could overcome an obstacle by himself, without any help from his brother.
Now see this is where you come into the story Sickboy. See, Aaron (that's me if you haven't figured it out) wants to overcome a huge obstacle and he figured your ego was big enough to deflate. Ever since coming to PCW you have held yourself on your own crazy ass pedestal. But now it's time for your pedestal to fall down. Last week you got the victory through plain old cheating. In fact a lot of your victories are via cheating. This makes me question whether or not you're even capable of winning without help. Sure you may be slightly talented, and you may have some cool hair, but do you really have anything else working in your favour? Maybe you can breathe on me until your stank breath knocks me out, but hey I bet when your mouth spends so much time at Yoshiru (Not So) Long's danger square, it ain't gunna smell like roses. But don't worry, you can take care of that with some Listerine, I suggest the orange, it tastes the best.
In all seriousness though, as a man of honour, I would ask you to have a fair one on one match with me with no interference from either side. Do I honestly expect you to agree to that? Hell to the mother fuckin no! From what I can tell, you're very insecure. You let Paul Blair and Yoshiru Long take all of the 'Elite Spotlight' because you're either too camera shy, or you know that you're pathetic. Either way, you're a disappointment. I mean, you don't need to be cocky about it, but if you're going to let other people take the spotlight away from your mediocre talent, then, dude go to JOB wrestling, I hear it's starting up soon.
Sickboy there is one word that describes you perfectly. Forgotten. Just like so many memories, everyone forgets your here. You exist, some of us can tell you're there, but not a whole hell of a lot of us care. You're all about make statements aren't you? The last major statement you made was of your fetish for cosplaying as Mariano Fernandez. See I've made many statements as of late. I became a part of the greatest stable in the history of professional wrestling. I've demolished loser after loser. I won the freaking PCW World Tag Team Titles, something only two teams have EVER done. Last week, even though we lost due to your teams Dick Dastardly-esque schemes, Nathan and I still made a statement. Your boys attacked us, we were bandaged up and battered. We still walked out to that ring and competed. We proved that we will not be stopped, we will not be intimidated, and we will not die.
Memories. They are the mental photo album of life. They are every note in every song, every word in every book. This Saturday at Rapture I will write a whole new chapter to my book. After my brother gets married, I will have a joyous occasion of my own. I will overcome MY obstacle. I will overcome MY newest foe. I will destroy you. Sickboy, let's make a memory for PCW fans and staff around the world. More importantly make sure you don't forget the night that you fell victim to Crimson Death.
Welcome to my nightmare, I think you're gunna like it. I think you're gunna feel right at home. I know I will.
- Aaron Warrens
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The Xtreme Journal
March 24, 2011
Silence no more! We have heard from Sckboy at last! I just heard about what he said to me. Damn boy. There's still one problem with Sickboy. I don't know if he even knows who he's facing anymore. I mean last week Nathan and I were Generation Me, whoever the fuck that is, and this week I'm gay and in a relationship...with Damon? I know Nathan and i look similar, but we aren't...that similar. So here's how I'll help you Sickboy. I will describe to you ever member of Generation Xtreme so you can tell us a part. Damon is the one with the blackish fohawk, and the Brawl Championship. Talia Skye is the blonde woman with the mirror. Jane Isis is the larger girl with the bandana in her hair. Nathan is the gay, blond Tag Champ with the face paint, I'm the straight, blond tag champ without the face paint. Danielle Lopez is the beautiful Latina. J.T. is the tough black guy. Kevin Styles is the one with the colourful hair. Desiree Miles, well if you don't know her, you're a shithead. James you apparently know, and Izzy is your buddy Blair's brother, so you should know him too.
Now on to what Sickboy said to me. You say I must think I won a jacpot. Well no I don't. See winning jackpots involves luck. I don't need luck. Luck just means excuses. I won't blame a loss on bad luck. I won't blame wins on good luck. See I win because well I'm just that damn good. To continue I have never thought this business would be easy. It isn't easy. It's not easy to walk out there ever week, endure great amounts of pain,not knowning if you'll be walking out on your own power alone, if at all. This busniess isn't for just anyone. And I am not just anyone. IF things are about to go downhill for me Sickboy I guren-damn-tee I will drag you downhill with me.
This isn't a result of Damon stomping your face into the ground and not staying out of YOUR business. This is a result of you attacking Damon and not staying out of OUR business. Target us for what ever you want, but you can't terminate Generation Xtreme. We fall to no one.
Now something is really bothering me. You actually think you know me. I don't think you're trying to cause dissension in the ranks. All you're doing is making a target of yourself. But you're right about one thing, whatever you're trying to do, it won't work because you're right, we are better than The Elite.
Yes Nathan and Damon know that James has used homophobic slurs in the past, but guess what he's stopping. James uses less and less every week. He's getting better. He is an example that guess what people can change. Sure it may only be a small change in vocabulary, but they can get better. So if James can get better, maybe society can get better.
Who ever really knows what they're getting into Sickboy?A wise man once told me you can map out a river as much as you want, but you can never truly know where it will take you, until you let it take you there. So not only do I not know what I'm getting into in the No DQ match, but you don't know what you're getting into against me. But if you want an idea I suggest you find Caleb Michael P. and talk to him about No DQ matches against me. You may have a road map of scars on your body, but soon enough those scars won't matter. I'll add a few of my own.
At Rapture this week you can make as many promises to destroy me as you need to get you to sleep at night, but those promises will be empty when the dust clears. At the end of the night it will be I, Aaron Warrens, one half of the PCW World Tag Team Champions, who will walk out to that ring in front of MY PEOPLE and be victorious at the battle's end. You may have won the battle last week, but it will take a lot more to win the war maggot. One thing's for sure, blood will flow and you'll be visitng a Canadian hospital this week.
HAVE FUN!!!!!
-Aaron Warrens
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Homecoming, I'm coming.
My sweet mistake.
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The scene fades in and Nathan and Aaron are talking in Nathan's hotel room in Toronto.
Aaron: I'm going to see mom and dad. Do you want to come?
Nathan: What do you think? Do I want to back to the house of the man that treated me like shit everyday? Do I want to see the man who called me a disgusting fag? No, have fun without me.
Aaron: What about mom? You can't have her lose out just because your step-dad was and is a douche bag. And you know she adores Damon, please come.
Nathan: No Aaron. I can't go back. Send mom my regards. And if you get time alone with her tell her to call me tonight when HE isn't nearby. We can schedule time together. But I won't risk my emotional health by being in the same house as him again.
Aaron: Okay, I'll try. I guess I'll see you later.
Aaron exits the room, emotionally overwhelmed. Even though it was Nathan who went through the torture as a child, Aaron saw it all. Aaron heard Nathan holler in pain, every second of noise amounting to years of depression on Nathan's part. As Aaron walked into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button he began to think back to those days.
A sixteen year old Nathan walked into the room of the Warrens' three floor house. It was a modest house, but of course it was in Toronto, so it was expensive. He kicked off his shoes and walked down the hall to the living room. He saw his twin brother Aaron sitting in their step-dad's recliner.
Nathan: Hey where's mom?
Aaron: Her and dad went grocery shopping, they should be home any minute.
Nathan shook his head.
Nathan: How can you even consider him a dad? He's a douche bag! He treats me like shit.
Aaron: He isn't so bad to me. Sure he's a jerk sometimes, but he's not that bad to me.
Nathan looked at Aaron with great anger.
Nathan: Yeah well he doesn't hate straight people does he?
Nathan stated each word with a stinging venom at his brother.
Aaron: I know, but it's not my fault!
Nathan: I know, but I wish you would have my back every once in a while.
Aaron: He won't listen to me. You know that.
Nathan: You don't know exactly were the river will take you until you let it take you there.
Aaron: What the fuck?
Nathan: That's me trying to sound intelligent. It means you won't know until you try.
Just as Nathan finished his sentence the door opened, revealing his mother and step-father in the doorway with bags of groceries.
Mrs. Warrens was about average size and not too tall. Her head was covered by a blonde wig, her hair had fallen out due to the chemotherapy treatments she had to endure. She had been diagnosed with the early stages of breast cancer and she wanted to do whatever she could to make sure it didn't get worse. Her hair had started to fall out in patches, so she decided to shave it all off and go with the wig route. She wasn't ashamed of the wig, she was a mentally and emotionally strong woman. She was also the only person, other than Nathan, in the Warrens family that stood up for Nathan. She had been perfectly fine with Nathan's sexuality. She always fought to make sure Nathan would be okay, even getting in many an argument with her husband.
Mr. Warrens wasn't as caring. He was openly homophobic. He was a short, slightly overweight bald man. He was a very negative man, always something to complain about, but he never had an issue with Aaron. Aaron was " a real man" in his words, while Nathan was " the dirty little cock sucker". He always treated Nathan like a piece of shit. He was completely disgusted to be associated with a ''dirty fag".
So this is what Nathan lived with. On one side he had a wonderful, strong, caring mother. The other side, a horrible, verbally abusive step-father. And in between was his twin brother, who was caught between a rock and a hard place. Aaron meant well, but he never wanted to get caught in the metaphorical crossfire.
Nathan was severely depressed. He often sat in his room with the lights off and the door closed crying and hyperventilating until the point which he would pass out. That wasn't all. Aaron knew Nathan had started cutting his wrists. He had walked into the bathroom once as Nathan had just finished. Aaron didn't know what to do, there was blood everywhere. He had helped Nathan clean up the blood. When Nathan left, Aaron grabbed the razor blade Nathan had forgotten and flushed it down the toilet, hoping that it would prevent Nathan from hurting himself again.
So both Nathan and Aaron knew what would happen now that their step-dad had walked in the door. And they were both right.
Mr. Warrens: What the hell are you doing here faggot!
Nathan: This is my house too!
Mr. Warrens: I honestly wish it wasn't. Get out of my sight!
Mrs. Warrens: Don't talk to him like that! Nathan you can stay down here.
Nathan: It doesn't matter, I'm going to my room. Maybe when I come back down for dinner you'll see that he is the worst thing that's happened to this family.
Nathan stormed out of the living room and upstairs to his room. He opened the door before he walked in and slammed it shut, locking it afterwards. Nathan walked over to his nightstand and began rummaging through the top compartment, moving aside clothing until he found his 'prize', and unmarked bottle filled with odd pills. He grabbed the bottle, and a glass he had filled with water earlier that day. He slowly unscrewed the lid, thinking about what he was about to do. Sure he didn't want the douche bags in life to win, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Nathan shook the bottle, allowing eight pills to fall into his hand. He began throwing back the pills two at a time until all eight were out of his hand. It didn't happen immediately, but Nathan knew it was coming. Suddenly Nathan dropped into unconciousness, life fading from the young boy.
Downstairs Mr. and Mrs. Warrens had been continuing their quarrel in front of Aaron. Aaron had been begging them to stop, but nothing worked. Nothng until a loud thud radiated through the room. Mrs. Warrens jumped at the sound and walked upstairs, followed by a frightened Aaron.
Mrs. Warrens: Nathan? Is everything okay?
Upon hearing no response Mrs. Warrens began to get worried. Even when he was alone in his room, not wanting to talk to anyone, he would still answer her. Mrs. Warrens, still being shadowed by Aaron, raced down the hall to Nathan's room. She tried to turn the doorknob to no avail. It was locked and Mrs. Warrens began to panick as she screamed out Nathan's name. She, with Aaron's help, run at the door, slamming into it, and forcing it open. She looked around and did not see Nathan at first. That was until she peered over Nathan's bed and saw him laying on the ground, not moving, on the other side. She rushed to him and saw an open bottle in his hand, several pills were scattered on the ground.
Mrs. Warrens: Aaron get the phone and call nine one one! NOW!!
She never left her son's side. She stayed with him while Aaron called for help. She stayed with him when the paramedics arrived at their house. She stayed with him as the same paramedics carried him down the stairs, out the door and into the back of the ambulence on a stretcher. She stayed with him during the drive to the hospital. She stayed with him every second of every day he was in the hospital. She never left his side for the three weeks he was unconcious. Never.
As Aaron thought about this nightmare that had become reality a tear trickled down his cheek. The elevator doors opened and Aaron walks out. He remebers his step-father's crocodile tears. He remembers how his mother sat in the same chair holding Nathan's hand. As these memories rush back to him Aaron exits the hotel and walks out onto the side walk. He pulls out his phone and calls a taxi service. They say the taxi will arrive in a few minutes.
Three weeks had passed. Those three weeks had felt like three decades. Aaron was nervous and severely stressed. His mother wasn't talking to his step-father, she hadn't left the hospital, and Nathan still had not awakened. The doctors said he would survive, but wouldn't believe it until his brother's eyes opened. That day nurses had come by as usual, his mother stayed in the chair, completely silent except for sobbing and occasional statement to Nathan, praying he could hear her, or to Aaron to ask him to grab her food from the cafeteria or to watch Nathan while she went to the bathroom, had a shower in the bathroom meant for Nathan, or got changed.
Aaron was downstairs when it had happened. He didn't know exactly when, or how it happened, but all that mattered was it did happen. His brother opened his eyes. It was only for a minute or so his mother had told him, but he was alive. According to his mother Nathan had opened his eyes and looked around, not uttering a word as confusion and fear was plastered all over his face. He had looked to his mother when he saw her, as if for an explanation. He then yawned, shifted slightly, and closed his eyes again, this time to sleep.
The next morning he awakened again, this time for much longer. He didn't speak, but he listened. He listened as his mother explained to him what had happened. He listened to his mother tell him how much she loved him. He heard her promise to never let his father treat him badly again.
He often drifted off to sleep for a couple hours at a time over the next week. He ate little, but tried, for his mother's sake, to eat. He began to speak more and more. By the end of his fourth week in the hospital he was having short conversations. One in particular Aaron remembered was one between Nathan, himself and their mother.
Mrs. Warrens: How are you feeling?
Nathan: Better I guess.
Mrs. Warrens: Good. Now let me tell you, if you ever even think of doing something like that again I will kick your butt from here to Timbukthree and back.
Nathan: Mom, it's Timbuktu.
Mrs. Warrens: I know what I said. Timbukthree is much, much farther, and much harsher than Timbuktu.
She forces a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
Mrs. Warrens: So...your father wants to know if he can come see you.
Nathan: No.
Mrs. Warrens: I figured you would say that. He also says he's sorry.
Nathan: Lies.
Mrs. Warrens: I should get into the psychic business. Anyways, there's some good news. I've decided you need something really positive. Somewhere to escape to when I'm not home. So I've decided, since you begged me all year, I will pay for you to go to that wrestling gym. But you have to wait until you're out of the hospital and you're healthy enough. Aaron will be going with you.
Nathan: Really? Thanks!
Nathan smiled for the first time in over a month. He rested his head on the pillow, and drifted off to sleep.
The taxi arrives. Aaron gets in the backseat and tells the driver where to drive him. When his brother regained conciousness Aaron felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, suddenly the stress was alleviated. Aaron also remembers his mother telling his step-father that if he wanted them to stay together, he would live in the basement until the twins were old enough to leave, and Nathan would no longer have to deal with him. When Nathan had been cleared to leave the hospital, and they had taken him home, life was happy for the first time in a long time. Their step-father lived downstairs, they lived upstairs. Their mother would spend two nights a week downstairs with her husband and the other five upstairs. There were less fights, in fact compared to before, it felt there were no fights in the family. Life was good. Nathan had overcome great odds, he had cheated death. This was the first of his many challenges. Aaron begins to relive a particular day at the wrestling gym, where Nathan overcame another obstacle.
Nathan and Aaron were at Squared Circle, the nearby wrestling gym their mother had sent them to. They had gotten into their wrestling gear. It wasn't anything extravagent, Nathan had red full length tights, and black elbow pads, knee pads and boots. Aaron had black tights with red elbows pads, knee pads and boots. The red pads and boots had originally come with the red tights, and the black pads with the black tights, but Nathan thought all red and all black was way too bland for him, so the brothers had switched pads and boots, which worked, a perk of being twins with the same sized bodies.
They were currently being trained by their trainer that they knew simply as El Feugo. He always wore a mask, he was about half a foot taller than them, giver or take a few inches, and was much more muscular. He was currently having a match with Nathan. To this point Nathan hadn't been very good. He was too nice, he didn't want to get angry and hurt people, knowing personally how it felt to be hurt. Even though this hurt was different than the hurt he
would have to inflict on others in wrestling, it was still the same to him.
El Feugo was messing around, not being too serious, knowing Nathan was no threat. He slapped Nathan a couple times, kicked him in the gut, and stood there waiting to see if Nathan would ever fight back. He didn't.
El Feugo: You will never make it in this business. I suggest you do your mother a favour and quit. Save her some money. You're brother has a future here, but you, you're a complete waste of my time, a failure.
El Feugo walked towards the apron. Feugo began to exit the ring. Failure, the word echoed through Nathan's mind. His step-father had called him a failure many a time. The word seemingly lit a fire in Nathan for the young blond rushed at Feugo, pulled him back into the ring began punching the man's masked skull. Nathan leaped and hit his training with an enziguiri. He followed up by running off the ropes and rushing towards his now recovered foe. Feugo twisted his student around with a tilt-a-whirl, going for a backbreaker, which was reversed mid-tilt, into a headscissors takedown. Feugo got to one knee, but it was useless, he wasn't able to dodge the shining boot to the skull he received from his supposed failure of a student. Nathan put one boot on Feugo and one of the students that was training to become a referee made the three count. Nathan looked at his downed teacher.
Nathan: Never.....call.....me....a....failure.
That was the birth of the Killshot. That was the birth of Nathan Warrens' wrestling career. That's where it started. He and Nathan continued training at Squared Circle and El Feugo never doubted Nathan again. In fact by the time they 'graduated' from Squared Circle, Aaron and Nathan were his star pupils. After they left Squared Circle they were old enough to live on their own. Aaron thinks back to when he and Nathan said bye to their mother and began their careers in the independant wrestling federations. The taxi ride nears its end as one last memory creeps into Aaron's mind. This, of another dark time in Aaron's past.
Aaron looked across the ring, giving his opponent a death glare. His opponent on this night was none other than Caleb Michael P. Caleb was about five years Aaron's senior. He had takent the Warrens under his wing, as they all shared a straight edge lifestyle now. Originally everything had gone smoothly. That was until Nathan started to question the morality of some of Caleb's actions. He had ordered them to interfere in matches, to cheat, to do anything possible to make sure their foes fell. Nathan wasn't fond of this and he left the group. Aaron contemplated leaving but was convinced by Caleb that Nathan was in the wrong. Caleb had pretty much brainwashed Aaron into despising his brother.
For over a year the Warrens twins battled. Handicapped matches, tables matches, falls count anywhere, last man standing, casket, ladder, extreme rules, you name the match, they fought in it. It all culminated in a buried alive match. Aaron had won, burying his twin brother alive with help from Caleb. It was that moment, as Aaron had watched Caleb dump the last shovel of dirt onto the grave, that Aaron understood that Nathan had been right, that what Aaron and Caleb had been doing was horrible.
Aaron had then turned against Caleb. He had cost his former leader a title match. There were attacks, distractions, all leading to the match that stuck out the most in Aaron's memory.
Aaron didn't wait until the ref started the match. He rushed at Caleb, spearing him into the corner. He began firing away with right hands. The ref would have held him back, but this was no-disqualification. Aaron stopped punching Caleb, opting to go the repeated roundhouse kick route instead. After about five kicks Caleb grabbed Aaron's leg and used a back leg trip to stop Aaron's assault. He stomped on Aaron's knee twice before stompong on his cest once. Caleb rolled out of the ring and looked under the apron, grabbing two chairs in the process. He tossed the chairs into the ring, before entering the ring himself. Aaron got too his feet in to receive a boot to the gut followed by a DDT onto the chair. Caleb hooked his leg for the pin.
1....Kickout!
Caleb got to his feet and grabbed one of the two chairs, waiting for Aaron to rise. When Aaron did he walked right into a chair shot to the head. Caleb proceeded to wedge the chair in the corner. He helped Aaron to his feet only to irish whip him head first into the chair. Caleb decided he needed more than a chair or two so he exited the ring again. He pulled out a trashcan which he tossed into the ring, followed by a ladder which he slid into the ring, a table, also slid into the ring and two trashcan lids. He rolled into the ring, trashcan lids in hand. As Aaron got to one knee Caleb hits him with both lids, cymbal style. He then smashed both lids over Aaron's head. Aaron fell face first to the ground. Caleb went for another pin.
1....2..Kickout!
Caleb got frustrated and lifted Aaron up. He kicked Aaron in the gut again, before lifting him onto his shoulders in a death valley driver position. He lifted Aaron up and dropped him forward while lifting a knee, but Aaron landed on his feet, missing the knee strike. Aaron hit a high roundhouse to Caleb's head. He grabbed a chair and began to use it to choke out Caleb. He followed up with a chair smash to both legs. Aaron rolled out of the ring, looked under the apron, grabbed his signature kendo stick and re-entered the ring. He saw Caleb slowly rise to his feet and swatted him in the head with the kendo stick, knocking the manipulator to the ground. Aaron looked at the garbage can lids. He grabbed one and placed it right over Caleb's crotch. He held the kendo stick up as the crowd cheered. He slammed the kendo stick down onto the lid, an extreme low blow. Caleb sat up in pain in time to receive another kendo stick shot from Aaron. Aaron tossed the garbage can lids out of the ring, now focused on the garbage itself. He grabbed Caleb's arm and dragged him to the corner where he set him up in the tree of woe. Aaron set the garbage can in front of Caleb's face before he walked to the other side of the ring. He pointed at Caleb before running at his opponent. He jumped and slammed the can into Caleb's face with a hesitation dropkick. Aaron watched as Caleb fell to the ground. Aaron wasn't ready to end the match yet though. He dragged Caleb to the chairs. He placed Caleb's legs across a flat chair and grabbed the other chair and hit Caleb's legs with a con-chair-to.
While Caleb was down Aaron decided to set up the table. Caleb barely stirred by the time Aaron grabbed him and placed him on the table. Aaron climbed onto the table and lifted Caleb. He hooked Caleb's arms and dropped him through the table, onto the mat with a double underhook piledriver. That still wasn't enough for Aaron. He set up the ladder in the corner. He then grabbed the nearly unconcious Caleb and irish whipped him face first into the ladder. Aaron ran at Caleb who was leaning on the ladder, and jumped, hitting him with a double knee strike to the back. Aaron was almost done. But he had one more thing in mind. He pulled Caleb to the middle of the ring and grabbed one of the chairs. He opened the chair up enough to fit it over Caleb's head and around his neck. Aaron then ran off the ropes and upon returning to his foe, hit a knee drop onto the chair, crushing Caleb's windpipe. He decided that was enough as he saw Caleb cough blood and EMTs rush out to ringside. He put on foot on Caleb's chest.
1....2....3.
He had won. He had made sure Caleb suffered, but was it too much? Apparently so for when Aaron was done getting changed he was asked to go to the fed owner's office. He was informed Caleb was in the operating room, clinging onto life. The boss suggested that Aaron leave the business, he was too sadistic, he had almost killed someone. That was the day Aaron Warrens retired from pro-wrestling.
Aaron pays the taxi driver when they arrive outside his parents' house. He exits the taxi and looks at the house he used to live in. The house filled with memories. He slowly walks up the front steps and rings the doorbell. A woman in a short blonde wig answers.
Mrs. Warrens: Aaron! I've missed you so much!
Aaron: Hey mom, you look great!
Mrs. Warrens: Thank you. Is Nathan with you?
Aaron:....Sorry, he refused to come, incase dad was here. But he said to call him tonight, he wants to come see you tomorrow, maybe go out for lunch.
Aaron hands her a paper with Nathan's number on it.
Mrs. Warrens: I understand. I will definitely call him. Now get inside, we have a lot of catching up to do.
Aaron walks inside and his mother closes the door behind both of them. He walks inside, takes his shoes off and walks down the hall to the very same living room he was in years before. His mother sits down on the couch with him.
Mrs. Warrens: So your father and I watch you every once in a while. You're really talented. So is Nathan.
Aaron: Thanks. It's a lot of hard work, but it's so much fun, and even though we hate our boss, it's great pay.
Mrs. Warrens: I see you still have Jane with you, that's good. And Damon and Nathan are still together?
Aaron: Yeah Jane's great, and yeah they're together. They're kinda...getting married on Saturday.
Mrs. Warrens: Oh. Would be nice to be there.
Aaron: Trust me you don't want to be there. It's going to be at the PCW show.
Mrs. Warrens: I see. Well it would still be nice to be there.
Aaron: Well if it makes you feel better they're planning on having a second, more traditional ceremony for friends and certain family members. You're on the guest list.
Mrs. Warrens: Oh okay.
Aaron's mother perks up at this and seems a good bit cheerier.
Mrs. Warrens: So you moved to San Diego I hear.
Aaron: Yeah, Nathan and Damon were having issues with their son at school. He was being bullied and the principal wouldn't do anything. So they wanted to move, and good friends of ours said there was a house next door for sale so, we bought it.
Mrs. Warrens: Speaking of which I want to meet my grandson.
Aaron: Nathan wants you to meet him as well. He's a good kid, a bit shy, but really kind. Ad he's quite talented at art.
Mrs. Warrens: That's good.
An hour passes before Aaron leaves, knowing his step-father will be home soon. He says good-bye to his mother.
He returned to his hotel room and told Nathan their mother would call him. She didn't fail. He received the call at eight pm.
Nathan: Hey mom. How are you doing?
Mrs. Warrens: I'm good. It's a shame you couldn't come by.
Nathan: I'd love to, but you kn-
Mrs. Warrens: I know honey. So, I hear you're getting married to Damon finally.
Nathan: Yes, this Saturday. Don't worry we're having another ceremony, and you're invited. Wear something black or purple.
Mrs. Warrens: So, who proposed and when?
Nathan: Damon did on our anniversary, right before I was shot.
Mrs. Warrens: You were shot!?!
Nathan: Long story short, shot in the leg by a crazy wrestler. I'm all good now.
Mrs. Warrens: Gotta love the crazies. Are you sure you're okay? I saw what happened at your show last week.
Nathan: Oh that? A bump here, scratch there. Nothing I haven't been through before. If anyone wants to take me down, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than that.
Mrs. Warrens: And how is my grandson, who I still need to meet, might I add.
Nathan: Christian? He's great, he's getting used to Damon and I coming home beaten up. And he likes San Diego, he's al ready made a friend.
Mrs. Warrens: Really?And this friend is?
Nathan: Trey Baker. He's the son of a friend of mine.
Mrs. Warrens: That James Baker? He's a bit...dangerous don't you think?
Nathan: Yeah, but in a good way. He's a great father, and a great friend. He would never let anything bad happen to the people he cares about. His wife Danielle is amazing too, she's a fantastic chef, she has amazing style, and she's a lot of fun to chill with. She's the calming presence of the group.
Mrs. Warrens: Well glad to know you have good people looking out for you.
Nathan: So...I might as well ask. Is he any different?
Mrs. Warrens: No. Sadly he isn't. We still fight daily. You'll be proud though, I filed for divorce.
Nathan: Really? That's great! But, you don't have a job now do you?
Mrs. Warrens: No, the flower shop had to make some cuts, and well I was one of them.
Nathan: So how are you going to pay bills?
Mrs. Warrens: I honestly have no clue.
Nathan: Well....you could come live with us?
Mrs. Warrens: I couldn't do that to you two. You would get sick of me fast.
Nathan: Mother, for an intelligent woman, you are so stupid sometimes. Obviously I wouldn't get sick of you. You were the only person keeping me relatively sane for years. And I'm inviting you. And think about it, you'll get to meet Christian and spend a lot of time with everyone. We have a spare room we were going to convert into an office, but we really don't need an office. And it's big enough to be a bedroom, so why not? And we have a front garden that, well let's just say Damon does not have much of a green thumb.
Mrs. Warrens: Is it that bad?
Nathan: Let's put it this way, he could find a way to kill fake flowers.
Mrs. Warrens: Ouch, well then you need me. I better come to San Diego.
Nathan's mother laughs a bit.
Nathan: You know, I'm holding you to that. As soon as the divorce goes through, then you get your butt down to San Diego. Promise?
Mrs. Warrens: I promise. Now I better go, I had a long day today. You take care of yourself, I'll be watching your show this week, so I'll get to see that wedding.
Nathan: I love you, stay safe.
Mrs. Warrens: I love you too, and keep Damon away from my garden when you get home!
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The Xtreme Journal
March 20, 2011
Memories. They are the mental photo album of life. They are every note in every song, every word in every book. Memories can be cherished, hated, feared, loved. Memories are our personal time machines, our glimpses into the past. Through memories we can find what we did wrong, and what we did perfectly. We can solve problems, maybe even create some. The events that make our memories molded us into what we are today. Memories are powerful tools that are often taken for granted.
I took a stroll down Memory Lane today. Memory Lane is quite a confusing place. You may start with a happy voyage when suddenly clouds cover the sun, and rain pours down upon you. Some of these memories I met during my journey have haunted me for years. I've been too afraid to face them, until now. Now I've been forced to look these memories in the metaphorical eye and conquer the fear and hatred, but embrace the few joys of my past.
It's time for a story Sickboy. Once upon a time in a land far, far away ( well actually it's just north of America, so it's not that far, but let me tell you it's a hell of a walk I'd imagine) there were two twin boys (we'll call them Aaron and Nathan) who had a fantastic mother, and a horrid step-father. This step-father made life hell for Nathan, to the point he tried to overdose. Thankfully he survived, conquering the first of many obstacles in his path to greatness. Then when the brothers began training in wrestling, Nathan was told he was a failure. He proved all his disbelievers wrong, a second obstacle defeated. Then when the brothers were pitted against each other by a cruel manipulator, Nathan helped Aaron overcome the obstacle which was this brainwashing maniac, through rebellion. Nathan helped Aaron overcome another big obstacle, retiring. He brought Aaron to the magical land of PCW ( dressed as a Power Ranger, but at least it was interesting) where the two continued to conquer every obstacle in their path, from crazed politicians, to insane carnival rejects, and saints to the cast of Twilight. Aaron however wanted to prove that he could overcome an obstacle by himself, without any help from his brother.
Now see this is where you come into the story Sickboy. See, Aaron (that's me if you haven't figured it out) wants to overcome a huge obstacle and he figured your ego was big enough to deflate. Ever since coming to PCW you have held yourself on your own crazy ass pedestal. But now it's time for your pedestal to fall down. Last week you got the victory through plain old cheating. In fact a lot of your victories are via cheating. This makes me question whether or not you're even capable of winning without help. Sure you may be slightly talented, and you may have some cool hair, but do you really have anything else working in your favour? Maybe you can breathe on me until your stank breath knocks me out, but hey I bet when your mouth spends so much time at Yoshiru (Not So) Long's danger square, it ain't gunna smell like roses. But don't worry, you can take care of that with some Listerine, I suggest the orange, it tastes the best.
In all seriousness though, as a man of honour, I would ask you to have a fair one on one match with me with no interference from either side. Do I honestly expect you to agree to that? Hell to the mother fuckin no! From what I can tell, you're very insecure. You let Paul Blair and Yoshiru Long take all of the 'Elite Spotlight' because you're either too camera shy, or you know that you're pathetic. Either way, you're a disappointment. I mean, you don't need to be cocky about it, but if you're going to let other people take the spotlight away from your mediocre talent, then, dude go to JOB wrestling, I hear it's starting up soon.
Sickboy there is one word that describes you perfectly. Forgotten. Just like so many memories, everyone forgets your here. You exist, some of us can tell you're there, but not a whole hell of a lot of us care. You're all about make statements aren't you? The last major statement you made was of your fetish for cosplaying as Mariano Fernandez. See I've made many statements as of late. I became a part of the greatest stable in the history of professional wrestling. I've demolished loser after loser. I won the freaking PCW World Tag Team Titles, something only two teams have EVER done. Last week, even though we lost due to your teams Dick Dastardly-esque schemes, Nathan and I still made a statement. Your boys attacked us, we were bandaged up and battered. We still walked out to that ring and competed. We proved that we will not be stopped, we will not be intimidated, and we will not die.
Memories. They are the mental photo album of life. They are every note in every song, every word in every book. This Saturday at Rapture I will write a whole new chapter to my book. After my brother gets married, I will have a joyous occasion of my own. I will overcome MY obstacle. I will overcome MY newest foe. I will destroy you. Sickboy, let's make a memory for PCW fans and staff around the world. More importantly make sure you don't forget the night that you fell victim to Crimson Death.
Welcome to my nightmare, I think you're gunna like it. I think you're gunna feel right at home. I know I will.
- Aaron Warrens
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The Xtreme Journal
March 24, 2011
Silence no more! We have heard from Sckboy at last! I just heard about what he said to me. Damn boy. There's still one problem with Sickboy. I don't know if he even knows who he's facing anymore. I mean last week Nathan and I were Generation Me, whoever the fuck that is, and this week I'm gay and in a relationship...with Damon? I know Nathan and i look similar, but we aren't...that similar. So here's how I'll help you Sickboy. I will describe to you ever member of Generation Xtreme so you can tell us a part. Damon is the one with the blackish fohawk, and the Brawl Championship. Talia Skye is the blonde woman with the mirror. Jane Isis is the larger girl with the bandana in her hair. Nathan is the gay, blond Tag Champ with the face paint, I'm the straight, blond tag champ without the face paint. Danielle Lopez is the beautiful Latina. J.T. is the tough black guy. Kevin Styles is the one with the colourful hair. Desiree Miles, well if you don't know her, you're a shithead. James you apparently know, and Izzy is your buddy Blair's brother, so you should know him too.
Now on to what Sickboy said to me. You say I must think I won a jacpot. Well no I don't. See winning jackpots involves luck. I don't need luck. Luck just means excuses. I won't blame a loss on bad luck. I won't blame wins on good luck. See I win because well I'm just that damn good. To continue I have never thought this business would be easy. It isn't easy. It's not easy to walk out there ever week, endure great amounts of pain,not knowning if you'll be walking out on your own power alone, if at all. This busniess isn't for just anyone. And I am not just anyone. IF things are about to go downhill for me Sickboy I guren-damn-tee I will drag you downhill with me.
This isn't a result of Damon stomping your face into the ground and not staying out of YOUR business. This is a result of you attacking Damon and not staying out of OUR business. Target us for what ever you want, but you can't terminate Generation Xtreme. We fall to no one.
Now something is really bothering me. You actually think you know me. I don't think you're trying to cause dissension in the ranks. All you're doing is making a target of yourself. But you're right about one thing, whatever you're trying to do, it won't work because you're right, we are better than The Elite.
Yes Nathan and Damon know that James has used homophobic slurs in the past, but guess what he's stopping. James uses less and less every week. He's getting better. He is an example that guess what people can change. Sure it may only be a small change in vocabulary, but they can get better. So if James can get better, maybe society can get better.
Who ever really knows what they're getting into Sickboy?A wise man once told me you can map out a river as much as you want, but you can never truly know where it will take you, until you let it take you there. So not only do I not know what I'm getting into in the No DQ match, but you don't know what you're getting into against me. But if you want an idea I suggest you find Caleb Michael P. and talk to him about No DQ matches against me. You may have a road map of scars on your body, but soon enough those scars won't matter. I'll add a few of my own.
At Rapture this week you can make as many promises to destroy me as you need to get you to sleep at night, but those promises will be empty when the dust clears. At the end of the night it will be I, Aaron Warrens, one half of the PCW World Tag Team Champions, who will walk out to that ring in front of MY PEOPLE and be victorious at the battle's end. You may have won the battle last week, but it will take a lot more to win the war maggot. One thing's for sure, blood will flow and you'll be visitng a Canadian hospital this week.
HAVE FUN!!!!!
-Aaron Warrens
