Vendetta 02 -- "...And Continue My Rise To The Top"

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"...And Continue My Rise To The Top"

Thursday, September 1st 2016
@some Starbucks in San Fran, Cali

Aiden would never understand the obsession women seemed to have with Pumpkin Spice Lattes. The moment he'd rolled out of bed, Maisi had practically pounced on him. Apparently, PSLs signified the beginning of fall and fall was clearly every basic white girl’s favorite season. To Aiden, college football meant fall had arrived and it just so happened that later on that night South Carolina and Vandy were going to clash in the first SEC match-up of the new season. He was fucking pumped.

“I’m actually nervous about your match on Vendetta,” Maisi confided as they both waited for their beverages. She was being an actual human being today and Aiden was pretty chill at the moment. “I went back and watched the entire history between Lord, Raven, and Archer and he is awful, Hoff.”

“Ehhhh, he’s just a classic example of why first cousins shouldn’t fuck.” Aiden smirked but the joke didn’t seem to ease Maisi’s mind. She just looked down at her hands. “You can hurl all the insults you want,” she quietly replied. “But after losing the way he did to Lord, he will be looking to destroy someone. The perfect person to start with would be Lord’s best friend.”

“Yeah, but he won’t. Archer’s advantages over me are few and far between. I sure as fuck
can’t compete with his experience, but he can’t compete with my pure, raw talent. I know you don’t quite understand why I decided to be a wrestler - hate me for it most days - but I’m damn good inside that ring; future fucking champ, babe. Ole Arch, might hit harder than me but overall I’m stronger. Definitely got that fuck beat in the mental department.

Quicker than him too, no shock there. So when, if, he is able to try and strike, I can easily outmaneuver him. He will never fucking defeat me in a technical match, few can. Because my skill set, is fucking superb. It’s facts and logic. I’m not great with submissions, but I’m better than Archie. A lot better. When I slap one on him, he can’t defend that. He’s a damn fighter. Archie will never be a real damn wrestler. Trust me, as long as I end the shit show quickly next week, I’ll be fuckin’ gold. Dude can get his ass kicked all damn night and still almost win. Dude can take a fucking beating, that’s for sure. I’ve watched his matches. It’s hard to keep him down. Lord practically had to kill him. Thank fuck I like to fight.”

Aiden winked at Maisi as the barista called out their names. Maisi retrieved their drinks and when she returned to the table, she let out a sigh.

“None of this reassures me, Hoff. I will never understand why you did this to us. How long is this going to last?”

“Till I retire, Jesus Christ. What part of this don’t you get? This is my goddamn job and nothing is going to change that. If you don’t like it, you can get fucked.”

Aiden rolled his eyes and started scrolling through the RSW timeline on his phone. He clicked on Arianny Blake’s and started going through the posts. Most were boring, nothing special sans the occasional photo. She was hot as shit. It baffled Aiden that she was linked to Shawn DeLise. The guy seemed like a real piece of shit.

“I’m actually worried about the situation you’re in given Archer’s history with our friends. I’m sure you could just call your father and he would welcome you back -”

“Whoa.”

Aiden managed to tear his eyes away from Arianny’s latest post. Of course it had been about wanting a damn pumpkin spice latte. He glared at his fiancee almost like he was shocked she would suggest something so stupid.

"I’m going to win titles in RSW. It’s just a matter of time. I will never work for my father. You go work for him if it means that much to you. I'll stay here in San Fran and make a fucking name for myself. Beat Archer, grab the Absolute Championship, and continue my rise to the top," he shrugged.

Aiden believed it would be that simple.