Post by Eddie Nash on Apr 16, 2011 10:16:54 GMT -5
It was a beautiful, crisp, sunny afternoon in Cookeville, Tennessee and it would be the last time that Nash would be enjoying a pre-match booze with friends, family and potential lay in his home trailer as a member of the Kingdom of Pride. However, in order to have that pre-match booze there is one necessary prerequisite and that of course is some quality hard liquor to get wasted and aggressive on. Eddie Nash liked his beers but with the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Championship match with his greatest rival, and the second pin fall in his career only a week ago he had a lot of sorrows and stress to drown before the big day. Riding on his motorcycle into the town centre to find a liquor store, his new personal “backwarmer” Martha Harrison clung onto his back as they weaved through tight corners and dodged the traffic in a helmet-free dash for some booze.
He wasn't a lone rider either. At least four other bikes rolled down the street in uniform with the heavy hitting biker, drawing the eyes and respects of everyone who watched them pass by. The Road Kings were infamous in Tennessee, their antics under Geoff Baker well known and their new leaf turned over changing their infamy into just ordinary fame. Bolo, the heavy hitting Mexico-Australian rode to his left, Mikey Hughes the more calm, less hyperactive squirrel boy of the Road Kings rode on his right and with Nash in the centre it meant that only Johnny Lo, the leader of the gang could ride up front.
People on the sidewalk watched in awe as the heavies from The Road Kings rolled in style down the streets, their grumbling engines sounding their arrival. Their faces were a mixture of fear, admiration and occasionally lust from some of the more tattoo and piercing friendly women that roamed the street, their sultry lips pouting with intrigue. Finally, the boys in black and Martha arrived at the liquor store. Rolling into position along the curb, they simultaneously got off their bikes. The four men huddled up, divvying out money between them before splitting off with Nash and Hughes staying outside while Lo and Bolo went inside to buy the booze taking Martha with them as they did.
”So... you pumped up for your big match?” asked Hughes, his warm encouraging smile lightening Eddie's mood some. Eddie thought about it for a moment, cocking his head to one side before looking to his friend.
”Y'know what? I am. I got my ass KICKED last week. I got a three on one beat down at the hands of Dru tha Merc, Jason Phoenix and my arch-rival Johnny Noble. Hell, I can still feel the crinks in my neck from Noble's piledriver. The guy's an ass but, he's right. That shit HURTS.” said Nash. He tilted his head to one side and rubbed a tender part of his neck as a small Asian boy walking past him gave him the mother of all death-stares. Eddie shrugged it off paying no heed.
”But even with that kind of ass kicking I know I'm ready for Josh Eagles. Sure he's not as big as me but he is as tough. However, the difference between me and him is that Eagles is natural excellence. He was a pure-bred, pedigree champion right from day one. That automatically gives him the psychological edge, not to mention the fact he's had way more training than me. On the other hand, I'm raw, I'm rough, I'm rugged but I fight, claw and scratch my way to the top. Just like I did to once become Vice President when we were The Sons and all the birthrights in the world don't mean shit compared to the pure efforts of the working man. You can be born the best, but you can ALWAYS fight to be better.”
”You're right, Nash. I mean Christ, Eagles was the second man out of that All-Stars tag match and you fought your way right to the very end.” said Mikey, affirming Nash with a nod of the head. Shuffling in his pocket, Hughes pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He took a long drag before passing it to Nash who imitated the younger, smaller biker.
”I know Eagles is going to do everything in his power to stomp me but just... I came this close to beating him last time and I am miles ahead of where I once was. I am so much better because I have every single one of those fans behind me. When I came here, I was nobody. Now that I've made it to the top I'm in the mindframe where even the incredible Josh Eagles, on the verge of retirement can't even put me down now. There is nothing I can do to be stopped. I've let my fans down once with this tag match, I won't let them do it again. I-” said Nash, only to be cut off by a piercing scream.
Hughes and Nash jump with a start, looking dead ahead to see a woman across the street wearing rags staring straight at them, more specifically at Nash. The girl's greasy, dark hair was stuck to her face with sweat and though it took Nash a moment to cognate it suddenly hit him that he knew her all too well. Only, the last time she wasn't sweating because it was hot. This was drug addict and cuckold wife Sarah James, the wife of the man who tried to beat up Nash because he thought he was a drug dealer. Nash knew she was trouble and he knew he was in for a whole heaping helping of it as she stormed across the street.
”You son of a bitch!” she screamed, eyes wide open and bloodshot. Her arms were a myriad of deep scars, some from injection and others self inflected and her skin was as pale as winter snow. Her condition had deteriorated since the last time Nash saw her and now she was in a blood-thirsty rage.
”You ruined my life Eddie! My husband left me, my children hate me, I'm homeless! I HAVE NOTHING!”
”Excuse me?! I did NOT ruin your life. Your fucking junkie addictions did! I didn't know you had kids, or that you were an addict. I picked you up off the street and got you out of the rain when you were drowning in a gutter.” growled Eddie, absolutely furious at her allegations. Mikey Hughes simply stood to one side not wanting to get involved as Nash and this femme fatale duked it out.
”You call yourself a hero?! How fucking dare you. You RAPED me, and you destroyed the bitter tatters I had left of my life. You call yourself a hero, but I don't even think you can save yourself!” she screamed before whipping out a switch blade too fast for Nash to see. She flew at him with lightning fast speed, a knife going straight for Nash's neck. Hughes had seen it coming but couldn't act fast enough to do anything about it. Nash's eyes shot wide in fear and gasped knowing there was nothing he could do as the steel rocketed for his throat.
”AGGHHHHHHH!” … roared Sarah as her knees buckled, like a wounded beast as she hit the ground. The knife flew out of her hand, clattering along the sidewalk as Sarah rolled onto her side clutching her chest, pure in agony in her face as she whimpered on the ground. Nash scanned the area, looking for any external causes to the sudden collapse. Seeing that nobody had suddenly shot her with a bullet or a poison blow-dart he quickly deduced she was having a heart attack.
”MIKEY! Call 911. And get me an aspirin! On the double!” Nash boomed, pointing a finger of direction straight at Hughes as he tended to the collapsed woman.
”BUT-, she just tried to kill you! I-!” quizzed Mikey, stammering in shock of the situation.
”Just fucking DO IT!” ordered Nash, rolling Sarah onto her back for CPR. Mikey whipped out a phone and quickly dialled 911. A crowd had started to gather around now as the people who had been previously ignoring this situation came to watch the hardy biker try and save the life of the woman who had just attempted to end his. Cell phones were out and one particularly friendly old man wearing a sweater handed Nash a packet of aspirin tablets and a bottle of water. He pulled her jaw down opening her mouth wide as he poured the aspirin and water down her throat to keep her heart talking over 'til the ambulances arrived. Plugging her nose tightly with his thumb and finger, he gave the addict victim the kiss of life breathing some air into her failing lungs before repeating the process again for a second time.
Hughes soon returned to the scene, ”Yeah! On Collipark Street, by the liquor store. Swung a knife straight at him then collapsed. She's having a heart attack! Medical History? Don't even know the girl. Don't know anything about allergies, just that she's a habitual drug user.” said Hughes to the emergency services as Nash begun chest compressions keeping her alive as best he could. Not long after that, Johnny, Martha and Bolo came out of the shop to see Nash saving a woman's life. They put the booze down on the ground and ran to Nash's aid, Hughes joining in too.
”What the Hell happened?! Who is this bitch?!” asked Lo, taking off his aviator shades and tucking them in the collar of his vest as the inner-leader in the Chinese biker came out.
”This girl, called me a life-wrecker then tried to stab my ass. She collapsed with a heart attack literally seconds before she killed me. Her near-death saved us both.” replied Nash, his eyes meeting Lo's as he continued the chest compressions.
”We gotta' get her to a hospital. You can't do chest compressions forever and with your past criminal record it's gonna' be difficult to convince a bench jury that you didn't just straight up murder her ass.” suggested Martha, already on the phone to her legal team as she had a knack for fearing the worst. Nash simply shrugged it off, confident that it wouldn't come to that. Instead he took out his keys from his jacket pocket and threw them to Lo who caught them with one hand.
”We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Just take the booze, go back to mine. I'll ride with her to the hospital and get the doctors to let me know if she's okay. Then I'll get a cage, pick up my bike and head back. Alright?” asked Nash, looking around at the group. All nodded in unison knowing that it was unlikely they'd let more than one person in the ambulance. Finally, the cavalry arrived as paramedics swarmed the scene.
”Alright we'll be taking over from here. Is anyone coming with us to the hospital?” asked the lead paramedic as his team got her onto a stretcher to quickly cart her to the hospital. Quickly they strapped an oxygen mask to her face as the chief paramedic looked at the bikers.
”I'm coming.” said Nash boldly as he walked towards the back of the ambulance. Clambering in next to her with the paramedics they quickly shut the doors and zoomed off to the nearby hospital. It had been a long time since Nash had been in the back of an ambulance and even longer since it was an ambulance for him. Nash's hands clung to the rail on the stretcher nervously as the ambulance sped round corners, the sirens blaring intensely to clear the traffic. Nash's breath caught when her fingers wrap around his. Nash didn't want to pull his hand back but then he didn't want to hold her hand either. Reluctantly, he bit the bullet and sat there, stroking her hand gently as they finally arrived at the hospital.
No sooner had the ambulance arrived, the doors were swung open and Nash and the paramedics rushed the stretcher straight into the emergency room. Busting through double doors, a paramedic quickly stopped and turned to Nash.
”I'm afraid you can't come in here... just...-” she started to say but Nash cut her off.
”It's fine. I need to go. Here...” he began, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly jotted his phone number down and handed the paper to her.
”Please, call me to inform me of her condition but for the love of all that is holy in the world, please don't give her my number.” instructed Nash. The paramedic nodded her compliance before running into the emergency room. Nash quickly left the hospital leaving through the main entrance the same way he came in. Only, parked right up front outside the building he found Martha Harrison leaning back across his bike with a smirk across her sultry smirk across her lips. Nash couldn't help but smile back even in the grave circumstances.
”Uhhh... how'd you learn to ride a bike?” asked Ed, trying to contain his amusement. Martha ran a hand up the thigh of her short ,black skirt and simply laughed as she gave him the hair flip.
”Come on Ed. I've been hanging around with crooks for years, you'd think I knew a trick or two by now.” said Martha eyeing up Nash as he walked towards his ride. Taking his seat on his ride, he clenched the handle bars and prepared to ride as Martha once again clung to his back.
”Oh... and Mikey told me to tell you. He said the way you handled this situation was amazing. The way you adapted constantly to the obstacles thrown in your way and were willing to sacrifice everything either to do the right thing or get what you want. He believes that display is a perfect example of why you're going to beat Josh Eagles on Sunday.” Martha said encouragingly, running her smooth fingers across the stomach of Nash as she nibbled on his neck.
”I know mama... I know.” Nash agreed, before nodding his head and roaring out of the hospital car park.
Eddie knew that as Pride, Honor and Valiance II drew upon him that he was going to be dealing with the fight of his life but it was whether he could persevere and overcome everything that stood in his way that would determine not just the way in which he ended his career at Kingdom of Pride but began the career that would cement the rest of his legacy. With offers already flooding in hoping to sign up the tour de force, Nash's future was bright win, lose or draw but to kick off the beginning of the rest of his career with a victory over the legendary Josh Eagles was something that he was something he HAD to do because opportunities like these were once in a lifetime. There was no way they would happen again.
This was Eddie Nash's final hot minute, his final chance to prove his worth before each and every single wrestler, fan, worker out in Pride and any talent scouts watching. Everything he'd strived for in the creation of the Wolfpack, his legions of fans and his in-ring work was all about to be glorified eternally or destroyed in one final epic collision. It was the grandest stage on which he could possibly hope to build his career and it was not an opportunity Nash would forget because he knew that win, lose, or draw that he would eternally be known as the man who sent off Eagles and gave him the world and a half to overcome.
FADE
He wasn't a lone rider either. At least four other bikes rolled down the street in uniform with the heavy hitting biker, drawing the eyes and respects of everyone who watched them pass by. The Road Kings were infamous in Tennessee, their antics under Geoff Baker well known and their new leaf turned over changing their infamy into just ordinary fame. Bolo, the heavy hitting Mexico-Australian rode to his left, Mikey Hughes the more calm, less hyperactive squirrel boy of the Road Kings rode on his right and with Nash in the centre it meant that only Johnny Lo, the leader of the gang could ride up front.
People on the sidewalk watched in awe as the heavies from The Road Kings rolled in style down the streets, their grumbling engines sounding their arrival. Their faces were a mixture of fear, admiration and occasionally lust from some of the more tattoo and piercing friendly women that roamed the street, their sultry lips pouting with intrigue. Finally, the boys in black and Martha arrived at the liquor store. Rolling into position along the curb, they simultaneously got off their bikes. The four men huddled up, divvying out money between them before splitting off with Nash and Hughes staying outside while Lo and Bolo went inside to buy the booze taking Martha with them as they did.
”So... you pumped up for your big match?” asked Hughes, his warm encouraging smile lightening Eddie's mood some. Eddie thought about it for a moment, cocking his head to one side before looking to his friend.
”Y'know what? I am. I got my ass KICKED last week. I got a three on one beat down at the hands of Dru tha Merc, Jason Phoenix and my arch-rival Johnny Noble. Hell, I can still feel the crinks in my neck from Noble's piledriver. The guy's an ass but, he's right. That shit HURTS.” said Nash. He tilted his head to one side and rubbed a tender part of his neck as a small Asian boy walking past him gave him the mother of all death-stares. Eddie shrugged it off paying no heed.
”But even with that kind of ass kicking I know I'm ready for Josh Eagles. Sure he's not as big as me but he is as tough. However, the difference between me and him is that Eagles is natural excellence. He was a pure-bred, pedigree champion right from day one. That automatically gives him the psychological edge, not to mention the fact he's had way more training than me. On the other hand, I'm raw, I'm rough, I'm rugged but I fight, claw and scratch my way to the top. Just like I did to once become Vice President when we were The Sons and all the birthrights in the world don't mean shit compared to the pure efforts of the working man. You can be born the best, but you can ALWAYS fight to be better.”
”You're right, Nash. I mean Christ, Eagles was the second man out of that All-Stars tag match and you fought your way right to the very end.” said Mikey, affirming Nash with a nod of the head. Shuffling in his pocket, Hughes pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He took a long drag before passing it to Nash who imitated the younger, smaller biker.
”I know Eagles is going to do everything in his power to stomp me but just... I came this close to beating him last time and I am miles ahead of where I once was. I am so much better because I have every single one of those fans behind me. When I came here, I was nobody. Now that I've made it to the top I'm in the mindframe where even the incredible Josh Eagles, on the verge of retirement can't even put me down now. There is nothing I can do to be stopped. I've let my fans down once with this tag match, I won't let them do it again. I-” said Nash, only to be cut off by a piercing scream.
Hughes and Nash jump with a start, looking dead ahead to see a woman across the street wearing rags staring straight at them, more specifically at Nash. The girl's greasy, dark hair was stuck to her face with sweat and though it took Nash a moment to cognate it suddenly hit him that he knew her all too well. Only, the last time she wasn't sweating because it was hot. This was drug addict and cuckold wife Sarah James, the wife of the man who tried to beat up Nash because he thought he was a drug dealer. Nash knew she was trouble and he knew he was in for a whole heaping helping of it as she stormed across the street.
”You son of a bitch!” she screamed, eyes wide open and bloodshot. Her arms were a myriad of deep scars, some from injection and others self inflected and her skin was as pale as winter snow. Her condition had deteriorated since the last time Nash saw her and now she was in a blood-thirsty rage.
”You ruined my life Eddie! My husband left me, my children hate me, I'm homeless! I HAVE NOTHING!”
”Excuse me?! I did NOT ruin your life. Your fucking junkie addictions did! I didn't know you had kids, or that you were an addict. I picked you up off the street and got you out of the rain when you were drowning in a gutter.” growled Eddie, absolutely furious at her allegations. Mikey Hughes simply stood to one side not wanting to get involved as Nash and this femme fatale duked it out.
”You call yourself a hero?! How fucking dare you. You RAPED me, and you destroyed the bitter tatters I had left of my life. You call yourself a hero, but I don't even think you can save yourself!” she screamed before whipping out a switch blade too fast for Nash to see. She flew at him with lightning fast speed, a knife going straight for Nash's neck. Hughes had seen it coming but couldn't act fast enough to do anything about it. Nash's eyes shot wide in fear and gasped knowing there was nothing he could do as the steel rocketed for his throat.
”AGGHHHHHHH!” … roared Sarah as her knees buckled, like a wounded beast as she hit the ground. The knife flew out of her hand, clattering along the sidewalk as Sarah rolled onto her side clutching her chest, pure in agony in her face as she whimpered on the ground. Nash scanned the area, looking for any external causes to the sudden collapse. Seeing that nobody had suddenly shot her with a bullet or a poison blow-dart he quickly deduced she was having a heart attack.
”MIKEY! Call 911. And get me an aspirin! On the double!” Nash boomed, pointing a finger of direction straight at Hughes as he tended to the collapsed woman.
”BUT-, she just tried to kill you! I-!” quizzed Mikey, stammering in shock of the situation.
”Just fucking DO IT!” ordered Nash, rolling Sarah onto her back for CPR. Mikey whipped out a phone and quickly dialled 911. A crowd had started to gather around now as the people who had been previously ignoring this situation came to watch the hardy biker try and save the life of the woman who had just attempted to end his. Cell phones were out and one particularly friendly old man wearing a sweater handed Nash a packet of aspirin tablets and a bottle of water. He pulled her jaw down opening her mouth wide as he poured the aspirin and water down her throat to keep her heart talking over 'til the ambulances arrived. Plugging her nose tightly with his thumb and finger, he gave the addict victim the kiss of life breathing some air into her failing lungs before repeating the process again for a second time.
Hughes soon returned to the scene, ”Yeah! On Collipark Street, by the liquor store. Swung a knife straight at him then collapsed. She's having a heart attack! Medical History? Don't even know the girl. Don't know anything about allergies, just that she's a habitual drug user.” said Hughes to the emergency services as Nash begun chest compressions keeping her alive as best he could. Not long after that, Johnny, Martha and Bolo came out of the shop to see Nash saving a woman's life. They put the booze down on the ground and ran to Nash's aid, Hughes joining in too.
”What the Hell happened?! Who is this bitch?!” asked Lo, taking off his aviator shades and tucking them in the collar of his vest as the inner-leader in the Chinese biker came out.
”This girl, called me a life-wrecker then tried to stab my ass. She collapsed with a heart attack literally seconds before she killed me. Her near-death saved us both.” replied Nash, his eyes meeting Lo's as he continued the chest compressions.
”We gotta' get her to a hospital. You can't do chest compressions forever and with your past criminal record it's gonna' be difficult to convince a bench jury that you didn't just straight up murder her ass.” suggested Martha, already on the phone to her legal team as she had a knack for fearing the worst. Nash simply shrugged it off, confident that it wouldn't come to that. Instead he took out his keys from his jacket pocket and threw them to Lo who caught them with one hand.
”We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Just take the booze, go back to mine. I'll ride with her to the hospital and get the doctors to let me know if she's okay. Then I'll get a cage, pick up my bike and head back. Alright?” asked Nash, looking around at the group. All nodded in unison knowing that it was unlikely they'd let more than one person in the ambulance. Finally, the cavalry arrived as paramedics swarmed the scene.
”Alright we'll be taking over from here. Is anyone coming with us to the hospital?” asked the lead paramedic as his team got her onto a stretcher to quickly cart her to the hospital. Quickly they strapped an oxygen mask to her face as the chief paramedic looked at the bikers.
”I'm coming.” said Nash boldly as he walked towards the back of the ambulance. Clambering in next to her with the paramedics they quickly shut the doors and zoomed off to the nearby hospital. It had been a long time since Nash had been in the back of an ambulance and even longer since it was an ambulance for him. Nash's hands clung to the rail on the stretcher nervously as the ambulance sped round corners, the sirens blaring intensely to clear the traffic. Nash's breath caught when her fingers wrap around his. Nash didn't want to pull his hand back but then he didn't want to hold her hand either. Reluctantly, he bit the bullet and sat there, stroking her hand gently as they finally arrived at the hospital.
No sooner had the ambulance arrived, the doors were swung open and Nash and the paramedics rushed the stretcher straight into the emergency room. Busting through double doors, a paramedic quickly stopped and turned to Nash.
”I'm afraid you can't come in here... just...-” she started to say but Nash cut her off.
”It's fine. I need to go. Here...” he began, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly jotted his phone number down and handed the paper to her.
”Please, call me to inform me of her condition but for the love of all that is holy in the world, please don't give her my number.” instructed Nash. The paramedic nodded her compliance before running into the emergency room. Nash quickly left the hospital leaving through the main entrance the same way he came in. Only, parked right up front outside the building he found Martha Harrison leaning back across his bike with a smirk across her sultry smirk across her lips. Nash couldn't help but smile back even in the grave circumstances.
”Uhhh... how'd you learn to ride a bike?” asked Ed, trying to contain his amusement. Martha ran a hand up the thigh of her short ,black skirt and simply laughed as she gave him the hair flip.
”Come on Ed. I've been hanging around with crooks for years, you'd think I knew a trick or two by now.” said Martha eyeing up Nash as he walked towards his ride. Taking his seat on his ride, he clenched the handle bars and prepared to ride as Martha once again clung to his back.
”Oh... and Mikey told me to tell you. He said the way you handled this situation was amazing. The way you adapted constantly to the obstacles thrown in your way and were willing to sacrifice everything either to do the right thing or get what you want. He believes that display is a perfect example of why you're going to beat Josh Eagles on Sunday.” Martha said encouragingly, running her smooth fingers across the stomach of Nash as she nibbled on his neck.
”I know mama... I know.” Nash agreed, before nodding his head and roaring out of the hospital car park.
Eddie knew that as Pride, Honor and Valiance II drew upon him that he was going to be dealing with the fight of his life but it was whether he could persevere and overcome everything that stood in his way that would determine not just the way in which he ended his career at Kingdom of Pride but began the career that would cement the rest of his legacy. With offers already flooding in hoping to sign up the tour de force, Nash's future was bright win, lose or draw but to kick off the beginning of the rest of his career with a victory over the legendary Josh Eagles was something that he was something he HAD to do because opportunities like these were once in a lifetime. There was no way they would happen again.
This was Eddie Nash's final hot minute, his final chance to prove his worth before each and every single wrestler, fan, worker out in Pride and any talent scouts watching. Everything he'd strived for in the creation of the Wolfpack, his legions of fans and his in-ring work was all about to be glorified eternally or destroyed in one final epic collision. It was the grandest stage on which he could possibly hope to build his career and it was not an opportunity Nash would forget because he knew that win, lose, or draw that he would eternally be known as the man who sent off Eagles and gave him the world and a half to overcome.
FADE
