He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my brother.
We take a break from our regular scheduled programming to time travel back into Aidens memories of his own stupidity and life fuck ups to present day. Well, still in the past but, like, three days not, ya know...a year. Aiden looks down at the silverware, a white table cloth on the hard wood table. Napkins folded into triangles sitting to the side as others laugh and talk and go about eating and laughing. Aiden seems off in the distance, his eyes gliding over everything but his shoulders slumped over and his body language showing a mood we are not used to seeing from the normally happy go lucky Australian.
Across from him sits Kallie Reznik. Her blond hair tied back wearing casual yet tasteful clothes as she taps her hands on the table humming a tune, sending a quick message off to Alex Andrews her tag team partner and friend, seeing another message from Johanna Krieger rolling her eyes at the warning to “keep her pride”
The waiter moved over to them, holding two huge plates. Aiden snapped out of it and smirked at him as he put them down. Kallie grinned, she put her phone down and cleared her throat. “Look at the size of that steak!. So much meat I don’t know if I can eat it all!”
There was silence, Kallie realised what she said and braced for something from Aiden, yet Aiden just gave her a nod and smiled “Aye, looks good.” Kallie blinked a few times before tilting her head at Aiden who grabbed the salt and pepper adding more to the giant piece of beef slowly bleeding out onto his plate.
She cleared her throat again, cutting the steak and slowly putting a piece in her mouth. “Mmm this meat is so juicy, oh look it dripped a little. It’s so moist.”
Aiden started to cut his, Kallie moved forward reaching out and grabbing his hand. Aiden looked up with his eyebrows arching. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
He sighed looking into her eyes, she knew him, understood him. Despite Kallies attitude she was far removed from the ditzy blond people thought she was. That is what attracted Aiden to her. She was incredibly smart, funny, caring. She had a full heart and a wonderful smile. And a great ass. But the fact remained, he couldn’t hide shit. “I just, I’m worried ya know?” His hand reached up and ran through his short brown hair. “Dickie’s going through a rough spot.”
Kallie smiled weakly and leaned forward. “Yeah, Hannah leaving has messed him up." Aiden sat back, the food sitting right in front of him, Kallie bit her bottom lip nervously. “This is really upsetting you huh?. There’s food right there and you’re not eating it.” Aiden couldn’t help but laugh. Kallie smiled, happy she was able to snap him out of it, even for a moment. “There’s nothing we can do about it though, this is between them. It would be like something happening with us. Dickie couldn’t talk you into anything and Johanna couldn’t-”
“Jo wouldn’t talk you into coming back...she’d start doin fucking back flips and try and get you laid…”
Aiden blinks a few times, as if we can see the cogs slowly turning in his mind. Probably steam powered. Kallie swallows hard and shakes her head. “Aiden.” He grins wider and looks over at his phone. “Aiden...no..” He clears his throat pulling the plate over to himself stuffing a few fries into his mouth. Kallie shakes her head and goes back to eating before sliding his phone to him. “Just...if he says no and he’s uncomfortable, don’t push him and try not to find a girl he’d actually fall for…”
“I know just the girl”
“..Not Kayla…” He grumbles. And shakes his head with a sigh. “You know who’d be great?...your sister”
Prisoner of Society (we’re all about songs today)
“Remember when we won the PWS Apex Tag team titles?”
Aiden Reynolds, sits in his loungeroom, yelling up and back towards the small kitchen where Dickie Watson is standing, waiting for nachos to come out of the broiler. Aiden sets up his iPhone and lets out a small burp before continuing.
“So, we have the society again. And I kinda have to ask, why? Like I get that Apex’s tag division is a little thin, but you could have thrown a dart at a wall of roster pictures and come up with a better team for us to face. Shit you could have got two of the most dysfunctional people on the planet and they would put up a better challenge than those two.”
Dickie stretches and pulls out the nachos sniffing the melted cheese before setting it down and without a care in the world for his mouth, tongue or lips shovels some of the molten hot cheese covered corn chips in his mouth before stopping and with a mouth full of said food pointing at the phone.
“Arf yu fuckinf filimin thik?”
Dickie swallows. Good boy. “Oi dick, you could have waited.”
“Nah. Need to get this done. Have some thoughts, distractions. Usual stuff. Ex Oh Ex Oh..”
“Did you just quote gossip girl?”
“Maybe….hey you ever notice that Serena Van Der Woodson kind of looks like Betsy Granger?”
“What?...No. But James Raven looks like what’s his name..Deadpool..Ryan Reynolds!”
Aiden makes a face and shakes his head. “Nah mate, Raven has much better abs…”
Dickie blinks a few times and eats a few more nachos, turning away to grab a drink from the fridge as Aiden continues.
“I feel like we got wildly off topic here. “
Aiden kicks his legs up and gets to his feet folding his arms over his chest.
“Now, I’m not going to be “one of those guys” who constantly throws peoples failures in their faces. But the Society girls have been nothing but failures since they signed on to this company. These two just seem to be ignorant to the history of the company and their opponents. See, Dickie and I are much more than our pasts in PWS Apex. I’m a former WWH Impulse champion...I think...that was the name of the title right?”
He looks over at Dickie, who has finished his nachos and is now eating some chef boyardee ravioli in a can. From the can.
“Yeah, so I held that title, I have been lighting up other companies and winning huge matches against people who are now world champions, and you, you ya bottomless pit stick figure, ya been winnin fucking inaghural world titles like free candy from a sketchy white van outside that fuckin high school.”
Dickie spits his mouthful of Dr pepper zero. Aiden smirks and continues.
“So please ladies, please explain how you are better than us, try and make it relevant, try and make it seem like either of you are in any way shape or form our equals. Cause I would be ecstatic to hear it and it would be fan-fuckin-tastic to not feel like we’re punching down..ya know?”
“But hey, what do I know? I’m just a well travelled professional wrestler with great abs a winning smile and skills that make your head sp- OI CUNT GET OUTTA MY FRIDGE”
Dickie looks over and sneers.
“Hey...HEY...YOU’RE EATIN YA FUCKIN FEELINGS, PUT MY CHERRY GARCIA BACK IN THE FREEZER.”
Dickie, as if acting like a cat, keeps eye contact with Aiden, grabbing a spoon and putting it in the same hand as the ice cream, the other hand then turns and his middle finger extends as he walks back towards the other side of the room.