Gordon Fury & Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Molly Reid & Baron Blaze

Well ladies and gents, it's been awhile since we've seen a match of this magnitude! Gordon Fury puts his IWF High Impact Championship on the line when he tags with Blyss Lockhart to take on the defending IWF Queen of Wrestling Champ, Molly Reid, and her partner Baron Blaze! Should Gordon and Blyss win, Blyss will become the NEW IWF Queen of Wrestling Champ. However, should Molly Reid and Baron Blaze win, Baron Blaze will become the IWF High Impact Champion! It's all on the line in this unorthodox tag team match!

Molly Reid: “Owwwwww”


Molly Reid: “Chuck?”


Molly Reid: “Chuck what the fuck am I doing here?”

Chuck Matthews: “I brought you here.”


Molly Reid: “No seriously I don’t remember anything. How did I end up here?”

Chuck Matthews: “You were drunk.”

Molly Reid: “Yeah no shit. I totally thought this hangover was from all the French fries I ate last night”

Chuck Matthews: “You really don't remember a thing from last night, do you?”

Molly Reid: “Were you with me all night?”

Chuck Matthews: “No…you found me.”

Molly Reid: “What?”


Chuck Matthews: “I was out...and you just happened to run into me. Here...”

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Rachel and I were walking down the Venice Beach boardwalk. It was getting late, but dinner had gone better than I expected. She had mentioned that she wanted to go to the beach and just relax there for a bit. Sure, whatever. So there we were, walking along the beach towards a quiet spot with nobody around. Or rather, almost nobody. Because it turns out, there was one person stumbling around on the beach.

Rachel: “Whoa that chick looks messed up”

She wasn't wrong. There was this girl, bottle of alcohol in her hand, stumbling all around the sand. She was singing to herself, but they weren’t words. Her eyes were half shut, and her arms were swinging around like she didn’t know what they were for. I didn't recognize her unti she got closer.

Chuck Matthews: “Shit...I know this girl.”

Rachel: “What?! Really? Should we help her?”

I didn’t want her to ruin this date. I didn’t want to have to deal with drunk Molly right now.

Chuck Matthews: “No…just keep walking. She can handle herself, I’ve seen her worse”

Rachel: “O…kay”

We walked right past Molly. I tried to avoid looking at her, but she must have recognized me anyways.

Molly Reid: “CHUCK!?!”

Fuck.

Chuck Matthews: “Hey Molly.”

Molly Reid: “OhmygodCHUCK!”

Molly ran over to me and launched herself on me. I laughed nervously and tried to hold her up.

Chuck Matthews: “Yeah, hi. Listen...Molly…kinda busy at the moment.”

Molly stared for a moment, clearly trying to process what I had just said to her. Eventually something clicked.

Molly Reid: “O ya!!!! Howsitgoin?”

Chuck Matthews: “Just fine until about ten seconds ago. Do you mind? You should probably get home and rest anyway.”

She clearly ignored everything that I was saying. Or she just didn’t understand any of it.

Molly Reid: “Ohmygodohmygod. Youguysshouldcomepartywithme! Ohmygodsomuchfun!”

Chuck Matthews: “Look, Molly, we’re not going to come party with you. We can walk you home if you want but I'd rather you left us alone.”

Molly was now holding onto Rachel, who looked shocked and unaware of what to do.

Molly Reid: “Did…didyou know that Chuck and I…used to be llllllovers!”

Chuck Matthews: “Ok Molly, that’s enough.”

Molly Reid: “Heusedto…FUCK my brainsout! You…you’reluckygirl!”

And with that, Molly took one step, and fell face first in the sand in front of us.

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Chuck Matthews: “So I had to leave Rachel and take you back to your house, because I couldn’t just leave you there in the sand. Not only did you completely ruin my date, but you didn’t even have your keys and your gate was locked. So I had to drag you all the way back here. I'm running on two hours of sleep right now, by the way. Thanks for that.”


Chuck Matthews: “Is something funny?”

Molly Reid: “Yeah sort of.”

Chuck Matthews: “Please, explain.”

Molly Reid: “I don’t know, it’s typical drunk Molly, wandering down the beach on my own and running into you two. Thank god you were there to save me, imagine if I passed out on the sand all alone”

Chuck Matthews: “I think you’re missing the bigger issue here.”

Molly Reid: “And what’s that?”

Chuck Matthews: “You ruined one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. I had to leave my date to take care of you.”

Molly Reid: “Well you didn’t have to…”

Chuck Matthews: “You said it yourself; imagine if you passed out alone. I don’t know when I decided to grow this conscience, but for whatever reason I felt compelled to help you. Besides, after you decided to scream in Rachel’s face about how you and I have had past relations, I’m fairly sure the date was going to end right there anyways.”

Molly Reid: “Oh yeah, that was pretty funny too”

Chuck Matthews: “Molly, are you even listening to me? Because of you, she might not want to talk to me anymore. You ruined one of the best things I had going for me, because you can't curb your fucking alcohol problem.”

Molly Reid: “Oh she’ll be fine, just call her in a few days or something”

Chuck Matthews: “You don't get it, do you? Your drinking is affecting your life Molly. It’s affecting other people’s lives. You’re an alcoholic.”


Molly Reid: “It’s not affecting my life, it’s affecting yours. It’s my life; I’ll do what I want to do. I’m not an alcoholic. I already survived your challenge, what more do I need to do to prove you wrong?”

Chuck Matthews: “No, after last night, you’re done trying to convince me otherwise. You need to stop. You’re hurting the people around you and you don’t even realize you're doing it.”

Molly Reid: “Maybe that’s because the people around me can’t mind their own business”

Chuck Matthews: “YOU BARGED IN ON-...you know, it's not even worth it. I don’t know why I'm wasting my time. You're fucking hopeless. You don't care about anyone but yourself.”

Molly Reid: “Yeah and look how far that’s gotten me. I used to care about other people Chuck. Then my dad died and my mom’s boyfriend abused me and I had a pretty shit life trying to care about others. So I stopped. It’s worked out pretty well so far”

Chuck Matthews: “Don’t bring your dad into this; he has nothing to do with you fucking up your life.”


Molly Reid: “How dare you talk to me like that. You know about my dad, you know how hard that is for me to deal with. Don’t you fucking dare tell me when I can or can’t bring him up”

Chuck Matthews: “I’m tired of you using that as an excuse to be an alcoholic. Yeah, your dad died. Shitty luck. Fine. But that doesn't give you an excuse to act like a complete bitch to anyone and everyone around you. I’m sure this isn’t what your dad thought you’d grow up to be."


Molly Reid: “Who the fuck are you to tell me what my dad would have wanted for me? You didn’t know him, you barely even know me! Don’t forget our relationship here Chuck, we’re just old fuck buddies. We’re hardly even friends. You don’t have the right to pretend like you know what my dad would want for me. You’re not my dad Chuck, don’t you dare try to tell me how I should live my life. I’ll do whatever I decide to do. If you don’t like how I am than you can just fuck off”


Chuck Matthews: “So be it. You go right ahead. Drink yourself even more stupid than you already have. Piss your life away, drink yourself to death, whatever. Clearly, that's what you're after. But I refuse to be a part of it.”

Molly Reid: “Good! Because I’m done with you! Somewhere along the line of fuck buddies, you managed to get attached to me and actually care about me and shit. That’s your own fault. Don’t blame me and my drinking for shit going wrong in your life!”

Chuck Matthews: “Sure, Molly. The door's right there.”









Molly Reid: “What’s up Bill?”

Bill Stevens: “How are you feeling Molly?”


Molly Reid: “Like shit”

Bill Stevens: “Yeah that’s what I thought”

Molly Reid: “How’d you know? I mean I thought I hid it pretty well”

Bill Stevens: “Oh I could hardly tell by looking at you. No, you hide it very well Molly. However, I knew you’d feel this way before you even came in”


Molly Reid: “That’s pretty funny. How did you get this?”

Bill Stevens: “You sent it to me. At about three in the morning last night”

Molly Reid: “Oh. Whoops. Sorry Bill”

Bill Stevens: “Yeah. Luckily I keep my phone downstairs when I sleep, so I didn’t wake up. But boy did I have a nice little laugh over breakfast this morning”

Molly Reid: “Yeah…I tend to black out sometimes when I drink too much. Totally don’t remember sending that to you”

Bill Stevens: “You seem to do this a lot, don’t you?”

Molly Reid: “I guess sometimes. How do you know?”

Bill Stevens: “Come on Molly. You kids think you can hide your hangovers from us old folk. But you forget that we were just like you when we were your age. We’ve all been there and done that. I can tell when you’re hungover, and it seems like almost every time you come to train, you’re somewhat hungover or drunk”

Molly Reid: “Yeah, well I like to drink. There’s nothing wrong with that”

Bill Stevens: “No there’s not. I was like you in college. Loved to drink, did it all the time. It was a lot of fun. I know exactly what you like about it and why you do it. There’s nothing wrong with it either”


Molly Reid: “I’m glad you see it the way I do. A lot of people have been getting on my case about my drinking habits. I mean a few weeks ago I made it an entire week without drinking once. I’m not addicted to alcohol; I just choose to drink it often, because I like it. If I really wanted to, or I had a reason to, I could stop no problem.”

Bill Stevens: “Yeah, look Molly the reason I wanted you in here is just because I wanted to say something to you about that. What you do with your private life is none of my business. I don’t pretend to know or really care about what my twenty two year old student does at night. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a grown woman who is smart enough to make her own decisions. I’ve know you a long time, I’m very confident in your abilities to make good choices.”


Molly Reid: “But…? You wouldn’t have called me in just to tell me that”

Bill Stevens: “But I just wanted to make you an offer. Maybe you didn’t get this already, but I’m a recovering alcoholic. Well I think at this point I’m allowed to say that I’m recovered. But I’m going on fifteen years this Friday, and I’d like it if you came to our meeting and just sat in with me.”


Molly Reid: “I’m not very good with meetings”

Bill Stevens: “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to come and try to give up drinking and join the program. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t have a drinking problem. I just have some friends and family coming to celebrate my fifteen year anniversary, and I’d like you to be there.”


Molly Reid: “Nobody is going to ask me questions, or try to make me tell my story or anything right? I just get to sit there and listen?”

Bill Stevens: “Exactly. There might even be a cake too”

Molly Reid: “Alright I’ll go. Just don’t expect me to have some big kind of revelation and realize that I’m really an alcoholic and that I need to change my ways”

Bill Stevens: “I’d never expect it. Here’s the address, we meet at six. You can bring your boyfriend if you want”

Molly Reid: “I think he has work, but if not then I’ll see if he wants to come along. Hey wait, how did you know I had a boyfriend?”

Bill Stevens: “Oh there’s more to the video. I just made a good guess”


Molly Reid: “Oopsies. My bad, sorry about that. Sometimes I get weird”

Bill Stevens: “Don’t we all. So I’ll see you Friday?”

Molly Reid: “Yeah for sure.”

Bill Stevens: “Awesome. I already told coach that you were going to take the day off to do a specialized workout with me. But you should go home. I don’t think you’re in any real condition to work out”


Molly Reid: “Thanks Bill. I’m really not. Not unless you want puke covering all your mats”

Bill Stevens: “I’ll pass on that. See you on Friday Molly. Oh, one more little thing I’m going to ask you”


Molly Reid: “What’s that?”

Bill Stevens: “Please don’t show up drunk”


Molly Reid: “As hilarious as that would be to me, I promise I won’t”

Bill Stevens: “Thanks”


Molly Reid: “Wake up Charlie!”

Charlie Hannah: “Five more minutes mom”

Molly Reid: “No now!”


Charlie Hannah: “You’re in a good mood this morning”

Molly Reid: “I got the day off from cheering, which I needed so badly after last night”

Charlie Hannah: “Oh fuck yeah, what time did you end up getting home last night?”

Molly Reid: “I didn’t. I passed out at the lagoon”

Charlie Hannah: “No fucking shit! Why didn’t you call me or anything?”

Molly Reid: “I have no idea; I don’t remember jack shit from last night. I just woke up beside the lagoon this morning and went to cheerleading, but Bill gave me the day off.”

Charlie Hannah: “Damn. Next time I won’t let you go off alone then”

Molly Reid: “Where was I going?”

Charlie Hannah: “I don’t know, you weren’t making sense and then you just ran off and said you’d be back later. I thought you woke up early and went to school, and that’s where you’ve been all morning”


Molly Reid: “Hey you don’t think we’re alcoholics do you?”

Charlie Hannah: “What? No, of course not. Why?”

Molly Reid: “I don’t know, people keep talking to me about it and saying that I am and stuff. It’s annoying”

Charlie Hannah: “It’s not you who has a drinking problem; it’s everyone else that has a problem with your drinking”

Molly Reid: “Yeah that’s what I keep telling people. Whatever, I’m over it. By the way do you work tomorrow night?”

Charlie Hannah: “Yeah, until ten. Why?”

Molly Reid: “Oh, Bill asked if we wanted to go to his AA meeting”


Charlie Hannah: “And you want us to go to an AA meeting? Didn’t we just talk about this?”

Molly Reid: “Oh, no, it’s not like that. It’s his fifteenth year clean, and they are having some kind of celebration. He wanted me to go, so I said yes”

Charlie Hannah: “Oh. Well just don’t come back claiming that you want to change or something”

Molly Reid: “Come on; remember who you’re talking to here. Molly and alcohol go together like…well Molly and alcohol.”

Charlie Hannah: “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Alright well I’m sure you’ll have some fun.”

Molly Reid: “Yeah. Anyways, take your time in the shower, I’m going to do one of my video blogs now, get it over with”

Molly Reid: “Hey Bill, I guess I made it to the right spot then”

Bill Stevens: “You did indeed. Thanks for coming Molly, it means a lot”

Molly Reid: “Yeah don’t mention it. I had nothing better to do tonight anyways”

Bill Stevens: “Oh I’m almost certain that isn’t true”


Molly Reid: “So how long has everyone here been sober?”

Bill Stevens: “Oh it’s different for everyone. Some people have been sober for over thirty years. Some only a year. Some people here aren’t even sober at all”


Molly Reid: “Explain?”

Bill Stevens: “Well we’re a bit different than most of the other AA groups. We don’t necessarily focus on getting rid of drinking immediately and permanently. Instead we just meet once a week and talk about what’s going on in our lives. Some people come here to fix their alcoholism. Some people just come here to control it. They find that talking about it and getting our support helps them cut down. They still drink, but it doesn’t ruin their lives anymore”


Molly Reid: “That’s cool. I’ve never heard of anyone else who does that”

Bill Stevens: “Me neither. As far as I know, we’re the only place that does it”

Molly Reid: “Why do you guys do it?”

Bill Stevens: “It was something that Anna thought up”

Molly Reid: “Who’s Anna?”

Bill Stevens: “Anna Baxter. She runs the meetings. That’s her right there”


Anna Baxter: “Ok everyone, as you know, today is a very special day. Today is Bill’s fifteenth anniversary sober. Before we let Bill talk, I’d like us to all give him a big round of applause. Going a week without alcohol is hard enough, fifteen years is something to be very proud of”


Bill Stevens: “Hi everyone. I tried planning this speech, but I really got nowhere with that. So I figured I’d start from the beginning. Hi. My name is Bill, and I’m an alcoholic”


Bill Stevens: “Fifteen years ago was when I first came to one of these meetings. I was twenty eight years old. I was scared, I was alone, I didn’t know what to do. See I grew up in an alcoholic family. My daddy was a big drinker. And I don’t mean that he just liked to drink the occasional drink here and there. I mean he would drink until he was passed out every single night. And he wasn’t a nice drunk, oh no. Far from it. I saw the problems drinking could cause first hand, but somehow it still appealed to me. I don’t know why, but it did. My dad was violent. Every time he drank it always ended the same way. But that didn’t stop me from learning about it myself. I think I really started drinking heavily in high school, when I was about sixteen years old. It was real easy to steal from my dad. He always kept so much booze, and he was always too drunk to know how much of it he had actually drunk. So I would try all these different types, and I liked them all. They tasted like shit, but the feeling I got after drinking them, it was the best.”

Bill Stevens: “It became a habit for me. No, more than a habit. An addiction. I was drinking all the time. Skipped school to get drunk. Show up at work drunk. Sneak out at nights and get drunk. It was controlling my life. At the time, I had a lot of friends who liked to drink too, so there really wasn’t a problem with it. None of them drank nearly as much as I did, but when you’re that young, you don’t notice these things. You only notice the good times, none of the bad times.”

Bill Stevens: “But eventually, I got tired of my friends. I would always want to drink more, and none of them ever did. So I’d get mad and move on to new friends. Looking back I have no idea why I got so mad. I guess deep down I was more mad at myself for letting it get this bad. I didn’t realize it at the time obviously, but now I do. But I let it control me, control my life. Nothing I did that wasn’t drinking ever felt like enough to me. I just had to keep doing it and keep doing. Eventually it got to the point where I knew that if I kept doing it, that I was going to die”

Bill Stevens: “But I didn’t stop. I just kept doing it. Maybe I thought I was superman, I don’t know. Whatever the reason, I would still go out to bars, I would still get drunk off my mind all alone. And then I’d wake up and go out and do the exact same thing the next day. Rinse and repeat. My life never changed, it just went progressively downhill. I dropped out of college. My girlfriend left me. My family stopped talking to me. But none of that mattered. As long as I could still go out and get drunk, that was all I needed in my life. I just hid all of my depression with drinking”

Bill Stevens: “One day, when I was twenty seven, I woke up in some hotel with three hookers, had no memory of the last four days, and had absolutely no money or identification or anything. I realized then and there that I needed to change something. But I still didn’t have the desire to really change. I went out and joined AA, and went to meetings every week. But my heart was never in them. I would go and sit and listen to everyone tell their stories. I would laugh to myself at all these people’s sad pathetic lives, and then go out and drink in my own sad pathetic life. I’d go back to the meeting and lie about how I was sober all week. Now I know that everyone could see through my bullshit. But nobody called me on it, because they knew that this was something that I needed to figure out on my own. Looking back I owe this all to them, because without them, I never would have come to the realization that I did”

Bill Stevens: “About a year later, I finally decided to call up my dad. He had left my mom years before, and I hadn’t talked to him in even longer. But sure enough, he was happy to hear from me. We met up at a bar, and I told him that I was trying to do the program. He laughed at me, called me pathetic, and told me to be a man and drink with his old man. So, being the idiot that I was, I agreed. We drank until last call, and I mean we drank. Shot after shot, drink after drink. My old man and I, we got about as drunk as I had ever been before. And so when he told me that he would drive me home, of course I agreed.”

Bill Stevens: “So I got in the car with him. Many people would say that I made the biggest mistake of my life by getting into the car. But getting in that car saved my life, albeit at the expense of another. Something I will never truly get over, but something that I know happened for a reason. My dad drove off an off ramp going eighty five miles per hour and hit a hydro pole, not to mention a young girl walking home. My dad died instantly. The young girl broke her leg, but lived. I still talk to her to this day, and she has since forgiven me for what happened. I can never change what happened, but I can try to change myself. That was all she wanted. And my dad showed me that. The doctors said that he was so drunk that he wouldn’t have even felt a single bit of pain. That was how he lived his life. Pain free. Numbed by alcohol. That was how I was living my life. When I finally awoke from my drunken stupor, as a traumatic shock accident will do to you, and I looked over and saw my bloody and mangled dad beside me, I saw myself. I knew that if I kept this up, that I would be the one in the driver’s seat next time.”

Bill Stevens: “That was when I realized that I had a problem. For the first time, I could admit that I was a problem drinker. My eyes were finally opened. So after I was released from the hospital for my injuries, I immediately went back to Alcoholics Anonymous and vowed that I was going to change. I told everyone there my story. Everyone was supportive. I finally felt loved, like I actually had people in my life that cared about me. AA was my family.”

Bill Stevens: “And so here I am now, fifteen years later. I visit my dad’s grave once a year. I bring a bottle of whiskey, and I leave it there for him. I don’t hate my dad for what he did, or didn’t do. My dad was the reason I got sober. My dad is the reason that I’m now happily married with two kids and a job that I love. I can never thank him enough for teaching me the things he did.”

Bill Stevens: “Thank you all for being here for me. You have no idea how much it means to see all of you here, my friends, my family. Without any of you, I wouldn’t still be here today. So thank you. All of you”


Anna Baxter: “That was beautiful Bill. Everyone, we’re going to take an early break to congratulate Bill and talk a bit amongst ourselves”


Bill Stevens: “Molly, where are you going?”

Molly Reid: “That’s why you brought me here isn’t it? You wanted me to listen to your speech and realize that I was an alcoholic and that I needed to change. You’re no different from all the rest of the people trying to tell me how to live my life!”

Bill Stevens: “Molly, honestly, I just wanted you to come and be with me. This is a very special day for me and I thought you being there would make it even more special”

Molly Reid: “You don’t tell me any of this stuff in the two years I’ve known you and been training with you. I didn’t even know you had a wife for god’s sake. And then you bring me here just to drop all that on me?! The day after you get that video of me drinking and call me on it? Fuck that, you’re just using this to get me to change”

Bill Stevens: “Molly, I’m serious, I just wanted you to hear my story and know where I came from”

Molly Reid: “Yeah, and what did you think would happen after I heard it? That I would just feel fine going out and drinking again knowing what happened to you? Fuck you Bill, that’s not fair to me. I’m out, congratulations on your fifteen years.”

The scene opens up in a gym where a man and a woman can be seen beating the shit out of a heavy punching bag. When the camera zooms in it shows the pair to be Blyss Lockhart and Gordon Fury. Both of them have heavily taped wrists and knees, Blyss wearing a pink tank top and black MMA pants, and Gordon a black tank top and red MMA pants. Blyss jumps and throws a hard right knee into the bag as Gordon braces it, looking around the bag at Blyss.

Gordon Fury: Solid knee Blyss, some nice power there. I can see it isn’t called the Blyss Knockout for nothing.

Both of them look exhausted, but Blyss smiles at him.

Blyss Lockhart: Thanks.

Gordon Fury: That said, I notice when you throw it you come up from under the chin. Sure it is more than capable of knocking someone out, but try thinking of throwing it straight on into the chin. It will send their chin back into what is called “the button”. You hit that, they go out cold. Here let me show you.

They switch positions and Blyss braces the bag as Gordon goes to the other side and Gordon jumps and throws a hard knee strike into the bag.

Gordon Fury: See the slight difference? It’s just things like that can make all the difference in a close fight.

Blyss nods in agreement. Way to show her how its done Gordo.

I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult so thanks, and fuck you.

Blyss Lockhart: Yeh ok I see, give me a go.

Gordon Fury: Righto, calm your tits woman.

Blyss Lockhart: Hey fuck you man!

We both laugh as we switch positions again. While I wasn’t keen on the idea at first, not only do I trust Blyss as a partner, but I actually think we may have become friends. We help train each other with techniques, and she even took me out to lunch the other day. I still know I need to keep my guard up, but I must admit that it is nice having someone on the roster who doesn’t want my head on a spike. She adopts a slightly different stance and jumps, throwing the knee again, and the sound of the impact for even louder than before.
Blyss Lockhart: Wow, that actually makes it a bit easier for more impact.

Gordon Fury: Yeh, it’s almost like I know what I am talking about ay?

Blyss Lockhart: Almost.

I playfully punch Blyss in the arm as we walk over to our water bottles, and when they get there she punches me back in the arm. Hard.

Gordon Fury: Ow, you bitch.

Blyss Lockhart: Aw did I hurt you Gordo? Are you gonna cry?

Gordon Fury: I think I’ll be ok this time.

Way to be manly Gordo.

That’s enough from the peanut gallery. We both sit down on the bench our bottles are sitting on, and take a drink from them. We both sit there catching our breath when a thought crosses my mind. I break the silence.

Gordon Fury: You know I trust you to have my back my Ascension right?

Blyss Lockhart: Yeh I know.

She doesn’t sound convinced.

Gordon Fury: Because I do. I know you have what it takes.

Blyss turns to me.

Blyss Lockhart: Are you sure? Because you have done a pretty good job at doubting me.

She has a point Gordo.

I know.

…Wait, no “fuck you”? No insult at all?

What can I say, I can’t dispute the truth.

Gordon Fury: Its nothing to do with you Blyss. I have a tough time trusting anyone these days, especially when it comes to my High Impact title. For the longest time the only person I could count on to bail my arse out of the fire was me. Having to count on someone else has been a culture shock for me. But after the last few weeks I know I can count on you. You bailed me out after my match last week, and I honestly didn’t expect you to. Hell, I didn’t expect anyone to. I know first-hand you are ready for this, and I have every confidence that we are going to leave Ascension with the titles.

Blyss smiles at him.

Blyss Lockhart: Well I’m glad, because I trust you too. I AM ready for this, and at Ascension we WILL beat Molly and Baron. I promised you before that we would win, and I intend to keep that promise.

Gordon Fury: That is good to hear.

I put my water bottle back down and stand up.

Gordon Fury: Well I suppose we should get back to it.

Blyss stands up as well.

Blyss Lockhart: Back to me showing you how its done right?

Gordon Fury: Yeh righto then.

Gordon and Blyss both laugh as they walk back to the punching bag. The scene fades to black.



The scene opens up outside a hospital room door, where Gordon Fury is leaning against a wall next to the door. “Kurt” is next to him leaning against the wall.

Gordon Fury: I don’t really need to do this.

Kurt Lowe: Yes you do.

Gordon Fury: I mean, the nightmares aren’t THAT bad.

Kurt Lowe: Yes they are. Gordo just open the door and step inside, you will be fine.

Gordon Fury: Fuck you man, you don’t understand.

Kurt Lowe: Actually, I’m the only person who does. I’m you dick head, remember?

I don’t want to do this. I managed to convince one of the nurses to let me in after hours to avoid as many people as I could, but it only makes is slightly easier. I haven’t seen Tracey since the restaurant, and I honestly thought that would be the last time I ever saw her. I have no idea what to expect once I walk through the door, and to be honest I don’t want to know.

Kurt Lowe: You can do this Gordo, I know you can.

Gordon Fury: Fuck.

I turn around and open the door before walking into the room, shutting the door behind me. The room is dark, the only light coming from the dim moonlight shining through the window, as well as the various machines around the room. A steady beeping noise is heard, but besides that the room is completely silent. Lying on a bed in the center of the room is the person that I personally put there: Tracey Smith. As I walk into the room Tracey seems to stir, as she squints at me trying to see who it is.

Tracey Smith: Hello? Is someone there?

Well here it is, moment of truth. No going back now.

Gordon Fury: Yeh, there is.

Tracey Smith: Wait, that voice… it can’t be.

Gordon Fury: It’s me Tracey. It’s Gordon.

Tracey’s eyes immediately open wide and I can tell that she is starting to panic.

Tracey Smith: What are… what are you doing here?

At this point I should explain myself to put her nerves at ease.

You are going to mess with her aren’t you?

You bet your fucking arse I am. I slowly walk towards her.

Gordon Fury: Oh, you know, I was just in the neighbourhood so I decided to drop by…

She is really freaking out now, so weak and pathetic. And its now that I realise what Tracey truly is. She is simply a sad lonely woman who has lost everything. While I will never forgive her for what she did, I honestly pity her more than I am angry with her. I stop just next to her bed, at this point she has pulled the covers up over her head and has started sobbing. I just look down at her and shake my head. While this isn’t exactly what I expected from this, I have to admit, I don’t think I’m gonna be having nightmares anymore.

Gordon Fury: I’ll see you around Tracey.

I turn and walk out through the door, before heading towards the hospital exit. Kurt stops leaning on the wall and follows me.

Kurt Lowe: So Gordo, how did it go?

They both walk through the automatic front hospital doors.

Gordon Fury: Kurto, it was her worst nightmare.

Kurt Lowe: Ain’t that ironic

Gordon Fury: That’s what I thought too.

The automatic doors close behind Gordon as him and Kurt leave the shot. The scene fades to black.



Disclaimer: All people that aren’t Gordon Fury are impersonators representing their associated real life counterparts.



Why do you need to say that?

Cause apparently management chucks a fucking tantrum if I don’t say that shit beforehand.

Fair enough then. The scene opens up with… ok what the fuck.

What?

Are we… are we actually where I think we are?

Do you think we are in the Wild West?

Yeh, I suppose.

Then yes. Yes we are.

Ok…

Just read the fucking lines.

The scene opens up in a wild west town. Dusty streets and olden style houses are seen in the background, as people dressed in western clothes walk the streets as the midday sun beats down on them. And by “Western” I mean “ ridiculously stupid looking”. One much person walking the streets is a young woman, but she is not dressed the same as the other women. She is wearing a white shirt with a badge that says “Sherriff” on it, as well as long pants and cowboy boots, a six shooter strapped to her hip. Another woman, wearing a ridiculous dress, runs frantically up to this woman from out of shot.

Woman: Sheriff Lockhart! Sheriff Lockhart! The Blaze Bandit is at it again, burning “Blaze was ere” into my house!

The Sheriff looks out at the woman from under her cowboy hat, looking calm.

Sheriff Lockhart: It’s ok ma’m, Blaze is nothing but a pest trying to get attention. I’ll deal with him.

Woman: Oh thank you Sheriff! I’ll lead the way.

The woman starts jogging away, and Sheriff Lockhart jogs after her. They come to a house where Baron “Blaze Bandit” Thompson is laughing like an idiot, trying to light a solid wooden house on fire from the outside with a match, having no luck whatsoever.

Blaze Bandit: Once I light this house on fire, people will finally take me seriously! I will be the greatest anti-hero the world has ever known!

Sheriff Lockhart pulls out her six-shooter and points it at him.

Sheriff Lockhart: Hold it right there Blaze! Your reign of mediocrity is over!

Blaze Bandit: Oh shit! You’ll never catch me Sheriff!

He drops the match and goes to run away, but suddenly a shot rings out from out of shot, and Blaze collapses holding his leg, crying out in pain. Like actually crying. Like a bitch. The Sheriff looks around confused, as she didn’t fire the shot. A few seconds later, a man walks into the scene, a smoking revolver in his right hand. He is wearing a black duster, buttoned up at the front, as well as black boots and a black cowboy hat. Spoilers: Its Gordon Fury.

Hi.

Sheriff Lockhart grins and shakes her head.

Sheriff Lockhart: Well, if it isn’t Gordon The Man.

Gordon twirls his gun like a boss, before blowing the smoke from the tip of his gun, and putting it back in the holster.

Gordon The Man: It is.

Sheriff Lockhart: So what brings you here Gordon? You never usually enter these parts.

Gordon looks down at Blaze, who is still sobbing. He just shakes his head.

Gordon The Man: As much as putting this pretender in his place is entertaining, he isn’t the reason I’m here. Another bounty hunter has recently come on the scene, and I have been hired to hunt her down. “Twin Peaks” Molly Reid.

The Sheriff seems a little taken aback before regaining her composure.

Sheriff Lockhart: I know Molly all too well. We have had a few shootouts in the past, and although I have come close to arresting her, she has always managed to escape me.

?: And I’ll continue to do so.

Both Gordon The Man and Sheriff Lockhart turn towards the adjacent building the voice came from, before “Twin Peaks” Molly Reid comes out from behind it, a smirk on her face. Molly is wearing a dark brown leather vest over a light brown sleeveless t-shirt, as well as long black pants, and brown boots.

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: Hello again Sheriff, that keen for another dose of ass kicking are you? Haven’t you learned your lesson by now? You are no match for me.

Molly moves next to Baron, who is crawled up in a ball. She has both of her hands resting on the pair of pistols she has strapped to her waist, as she stares dead into the Sheriff’s eyes. Sheriff Lockhart stares right back at her, not even blinking.

Sheriff Lockhart: You may have beaten me in the past Molly, but this time is gonna be different.

Molly scoffs.

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: Oh is it now? Why, because you now have someone to carry your slack? I don’t know who you are stranger, but I suggest you leave now.

Gordon takes a step forward and chuckles to himself.

Gordon The Man: They call me Gordon The Man, Ms. Reid. And I’m sorry, but I have been hired to take you in, dead or alive.

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: How unfortunate…for you.

Gordon and the Sheriff both hover their hands over their holsters, as epic showdown music plays. Gordon looks a little confused.

Gordon The Man: Can anyone else here that music?

Sheriff Lockhart: No time to be losing your mind now Gordon. We have to take Molly down.

Gordon snaps back into focus.

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: You can try Sheriff Failhart, but even the two of you are no match for me. I’ll take you both out.

Blaze Bandit: I’ll help!

Blaze has managed to crawl his way back to his knees.

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: If you even breath in my general direction again, I will shoot you myself. I don’t need a crutch. Both of these idiots will be dead by nightfall.

Blaze Bandit: That means I can be head bounty hunter!

“Twin Peaks” Molly Reid: Whatever, just shut the fuck up and stay out of my way. Now where were we? Oh right, putting two morons in the ground.

Gordon The Man: Try it bitch.

A few tense moments follow as a wind blows through the street, tumbleweed rolling across it as well. All at once all three of them draw their guns, and a shot is heard as the screen goes black.

The black fades away as the scene opens back up inside a wrestling ring, and in this wrestling ring, now dressed in normal, less stupid clothes, is Gordon Fury.

Gordon Fury: In a matter of days, this ring will be the field on which our shootout will take place. The weeks of stare downs and mind games are over. Teams are set, lines are drawn, and the time to draw our weapons is almost here. A shootout unlike any anyone has ever seen will decide which pair will leave triumphant as champions… and which team will just leave. Last week I had hoped for a match that would have prepared me for my match this week, that would prove me as a fighting champion. And while I did prove I was a fighting champion, for some fucking reason the Matthews clan decide to put me up against Jack Savage? I mean really? I wanted a fight, a true challenge. Instead I got Jack fucking Savage. So, either you enjoy giving shots to Empire members who don’t deserve them, or, knowing how terrible Jack is, you put him up against me, knowing I would beat him, making sure I stayed Blyss’s partner at Ascension. To be honest, I’m not sure which one I hate more.

Gordon steps forward and grips the top rope. He is obviously not happy as he is gripping the ropes quite tightly. Almost as tightly as he grips his penis.

I fucking hate you.

Gordon Fury: I made it perfectly clear to both of you that I was not interested in your “support”, and while you may be counting on me to have Blyss’s back, Blyss winning the Queen of Wrestling Championship is honestly none of my concern. My focus is 100% on retaining my championship, and if that means that I need to work with Blyss, which I have no issues in doing, then so be it. Unlike my opposing champion, I use every advantage I can, instead of making things harder for myself. But if you think for one second this means I work for you, then think again. I don’t need help from either of you, and I certainly don’t want it. I am here to earn my stripes and prove I belong here to the only person that it truly matters to: me.

Oh, and speaking of giving shots to people that don’t deserve them, we come to Baron Thompson. Week in, week out this guy proves why he DOESN’T deserve to be High Impact contender, let alone champion. I mean he “earned” his shot by beating Jack Savage. That’s like saying that someone earned their pilot’s license by throwing a fucking paper plane. You have done NOTHING to earn this shot. Not a fucking thing.

Last week you said the only thing I could pin on you was that you were a coward who likes to hit people with fire. Well not to worry my friend, I am more than happy to rectify that misconception. You are a fucking loser Baron. You say you have beaten some big names. Care to elaborate? Because unless I blinked when it happened, it seems like every time you have a chance to prove yourself, like so many others on this roster, you choke and fail. Miserably. I mean lets review a fact here between you and me as an example. In my first match against Griffin Hawkins, I beat him. First go. You have lost to Griffin six times, with not a single win in return. SIX FUCKING TIMES! Oh and that reminds me, for the record, your whole lone wolf story has a few holes in it. You had a series of matches with Griffin Hawkins, and not only did you lose every single one, but losing the last one FORCED you to leave the Empire. You didn’t leave to walk your own path, you lost your way out of the Empire. I also found it hilarious that your “tearing me down on all angles” consisted of you criticising my wins over the last two weeks. I’d do the same to you, but you know, you kind of need to HAVE WINS FIRST!

Do you really think I give any flying fucks about what a guy who can’t win thinks about how I win my matches? SPOILERS: I don’t. I mean you tried to leave like a bitch in your match against Tiffani, which, by the way, proved my point, and ending up getting knocked the fuck out anyway. And then, you fucked up any chance of getting momentum when you Blyss beat you by, once again, knocking you the fuck out. You are fucking pathetic Baron, and you pretending to be a bad arse makes you even more pathetic. You don’t even deserve to look at the High Impact Championship, let alone fight for or win it. I mean even your own fucking partner doesn’t think you deserve it. I mean Molly isn’t exactly the nicest person in the world, and she did knock you the fuck out, which seems to be a trend, but when your own partner in a match with this much at stake says flat out that you don’t deserve to be champion, that says a lot. I mean you may have a little more in ring skill, but even Jack Savage deserves another shot more than you deserve yours. And THAT is saying something.

Face it Baron, you don’t belong in this match. It is proven that you can’t beat Blyss, and honestly I wouldn’t give you much chance against me on a normal week, let alone a week where my title is on the line, because as I have proven before, when the pressure is on, I always step it up, and you, you know, don’t. So long story short, you better fucking hope Molly is as good as she says she is, or you can kiss your dreams of a title reign goodbye.

Gordon lets go of the top rope and takes a deep breath before climbing between the ropes and stepping out onto the apron, seeming to have perfect balance on the relatively small surface area.

Gordon Fury: Speaking of Molly, in my eyes you are the true threat in this match. While our partners way want to win, you and I are the ones that have everything to lose. And from personal experience, this kind of situation either brings out the best in you, or causes you to choke. And as you proved at Nowhere to Run, you are no choke artist… well, at least in that respect.

HAHA Penis joke.

Gordon Fury: Now Molly unlike your partner I have nothing but respect for what you do in that ring. You make no apologies for who you are, and you go out there and fight, and more importantly, win. However Molly, you seem to see things through a tinted lens that doesn’t chooses to “adapt” the truth to more suit what you want. See we are very similar personalities Molly, but I use the truth as a weapon, and you try and twist it into favourable lies. It’s actually funny Molly when you think about it. You have pushed the point of you being this unstoppable bitch who will decimate everyone in her way, and you make your opponent believe it. They walk into the ring expecting to fight the unstoppable Molly Reid, and they lose. It has worked for you without fail since you have entered IWF, but this week I’m afraid you will have to adapt tactics. You see Molly, you are human just like the rest of us. You aren’t unbeatable, not by a long shot, but you win because in your opponents mind you ARE unbeatable. In actuality Molly…

The camera zooms in on Gordon’s face as he slowly says the next few words.

Gordon Fury: You are afraid. Now you can argue and insult me all you want, but it doesn’t change the facts. You are afraid that people will see through your façade and fight you like an equal. I mean you practically wrote your match with Jaci off as a win, just sort of pushing it under the rug. Well I watched that match Molly, and Jaci had you, and you know it. I saw the look in your eyes as Jaci fought you tooth and nail, and nothing you could do would keep her down. You try to write off that match so that people don’t see the truth, and it was crystal clear to me after last week. You said it yourself Molly, you don’t know me, you don’t know what I am capable of in that ring when everything I have is on the line. And that scares you.

You had a chance to fight me one on one last week, champion to champion. Instead, you waited until my back was turned and cracked me over the back of the head. Why would the unstoppable Molly Reid need to do that? It’s simple. Because you didn’t know if you could win. You weren’t sure that if it played out, that you could have beaten me, and if I showed you up a week before Ascension, then your entire plan would be dead in the water. You are scared of the unknown, scared by the fact that you don’t know what your opponent is thinking or what he brings to the table. You think you know Blyss, but you know you don’t know me. You are scrambling to keep your image up with smoke and mirrors, and I am coming at you with a bag of bricks.

Gordon jumps down from the apron to the floor, and slowly walks up the entrance ramp.

Gordon Fury: Don’t get me wrong Molly, I am not taking you lightly, not by a long shot. You are the only chance that your team has of winning this match. You may wage war with mind games, but unlike so many others, you have the skill to back it up. You earned the right to be Queen of Wrestling champion, and you earned the right of match of the year. But all of this early success has made you too big for your boots. So either I am right and your arrogance is an act, or this success has gone to your head so much that you actually believe it. To be honest, I can’t tell which is worse.


Now another factor in this match is Blyss. Like you Molly I hate having my title in someone else’s hands. I am a man that lives and dies by his own hand, and I am not at all happy with my title reign being in the hands of someone else. And while I didn’t choose Blyss to be my partner, I am fucking GLAD that she is Molly, because you are so fucking arrogant that you fail to realise the threat that Blyss truly is. Yes her match history may be filled with failure, but she is not kidding herself, she knows, and it’s this failure that is driving her. It has lit a fire inside her and has made her train and work harder than she ever has. She is sick of the mocking, the insults, and she has absolutely everything to gain from this match. You see Molly, you may be driven to defend your title, but Blyss is driven by something that is even more powerful: Self-belief. She knows that you don’t consider her a threat, and what you don’t realise is that this is exactly why she is such a big threat. You are used to the Blyss of the past, talking shit and getting hit. This Blyss is different, I have seen it first hand. I am not afraid to fight you Molly, to me there is no man or woman once that bell rings, there is just me and my opponent. You are trying to take from me something that I worked so hard to gain, and you are trying to essentially give it to Baron Thompson, so you better fucking believe that when the chips are down, if I have to knock you the fuck out to leave with my title, then that is exactly what I will do. However, I may not have to. Blyss has more than a few critics to silence this week, and I have no doubt that she has what it takes.

We are ready as a team for this match Molly, and yet you are still so arrogant that you can beat both of us alone. If you think you can Molly, then prove it. Only one of us will be leaving as champion come Ascension, and I willing to do WHATEVER it takes to make fucking sure that it’s me.

Gordon stops walking and turns around to survey the arena. The camera centres on his face again.

Gordon Fury: The time for talk is now over. It’s time for the standoff to end and the shootout to begin. It’s time for both of you to fight like it all is on the line. Because you better fucking believe that it is. You want to take my High Impact Championship away from me? Then you had better be ready to pry it from my corpse, because as long as I breath, you better believe that I will still be fighting. It is finally time for both of you to face the fury…

…mates.

With that, Gordon turns back around and walks through the entrance curtain, leaving the shot. The scene fades to black.