The Air Near My Fingers [MNM vs. Harvey Marx]
Mar 8, 2021 23:31:08 GMT -5
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Post by The Kayby on Mar 8, 2021 23:31:08 GMT -5
It had happened before. A closing company wasn't anything new to Kayby Hale Cassidy, but this one was different. There was a somber, yet freeing feeling welling up inside of him. On the one hand, there was unfinished business; an unsatiated drive that kept pulling him forward. On the other hand, losing the Hardcore Championship freed him to do anything.
Kayby Hale Cassidy stood atop an office building overlooking Hiroshima. His feet planted firmly on the blood-stained section of the roof. The day had been chilly and overcast, but still Kayby Hale Cassidy wore only a white t-shirt and a red argyle cardigan. His hands hung to his side as he closed his eyes. For the first time since he stepped foot in APW the world moved slowly. He took his moment to appreciate how long March had felt so far.
He could feel the air near his fingers.
He thought of his second match in; remember, remember the 9th of November. He thought about what it meant, not only to himself, but to everyone who felt the air around him change. He thought about a broken promise that, now, would go on unfulfilled. He thought about what it could meant to the person who had evaded him. Perhaps most importantly, he thought about the time someone, not only climbed to the top of a mountain, but swung open the doors to a castle that has only ever housed Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor-Made Ms. Arden Taylor. Alone above the rest. He clenched his eyelids to push away a sudden flood of emotion.
"It was home, Hale." From behind him the sweet loving voice of Taylor-Made Ms. Arden Taylor broke him from his moment. "It had cheap parquet flooring, loud intrusive neighbours. You melted in the summer because there was no AC. Alpha Pro wasn't the best wrestling company out there, but it was home." She herself took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Sometimes that's the only thing that matters."
As she walked up beside him he focused on the feeling of the air near his fingers. He focused on the bitter wind stinging them; but more importantly, he focused on the warmth that emanated from Taylor-Made Ms. Arden Taylor.
"Honestly, I'm really going to miss it." Her hand reached out toward his. "So that's why, just one last time we have to do what we do best Bae-by." The camera zoomed in solely on their hands as they slowly interlocked fingers.
At the moment they lock fingers the two spin on a dime.
"Prepare for trouble," Taylor-Made Ms. Arden Taylor says. She dresses in a denim skirt and bardot with a jean jacket overtop.
"And make it double," Kayby Hale Cassidy says, donning his classic Canadian Tuxedo.
"Sigh, it truly is a bummer that APW is closing down," she says pulling out a black and gold Juul
"Yeah, but I get a number one contenders shot for the APW Strong Style Championship at the last show." He pulls out his own Juul, though this one is a ruby red. He ponders upon a puff. "Ironic really; I came to APW with no other expectations than the Junior Heavyweight Championship. It's all I actually wanted from this company. I wanted to take the lowest ranked title and make it the main event. I wanted people coming from miles around to face me for it. Now here we are."
"Fighting for its successor."
"Or at least a number one contenders match for its successor."
"It's against that Marvey Harx guy, right."
"Yeah, he's a magician or something."
"Like..." she trails off in confusion. "Like he thinks he's a magician that practices real magic"
"I mean, kind of yeah. Dude's so loopy it really wouldn't surprise me if he did believes he can do real magic. He pulled a Houdini last week when he made the Hardcore Championship disappear, then challenged Chance Blackley to a title v title match when he doesn't hold a title." Kayby Hale Cassidy pulls from his Juul again. "I feel like I don't have much to worry about this week. Marvey Harx, just like every other magician, is a fraud; all smoke and mirrors. He's like a dollar store chocolate rabbit. You take a bite expecting some substance, but are significantly disappointed by the hollow center. That just leaves me with one last match with Skylar Edwards." He stares directly into the camera.
"Big S, we're coming for you. We are taking the belt we came here to win, and we are leaving as the last Strong Style Champion in APW history." A small smirk crawls across her face. "Nothing personal, kid."
"Omae wa mou shindeiru, Skylar. Tonight's nothing more than a formality, bud. So here's your one and only warning; get ready. I have the one perfect weapon that can take you out; I have the one weapon that can cut through a magician like butter." He holds his elbow up in striking position. "One cold silver cocked and loaded in the chamber. And that's all that ever needed to be said."
The two look away from the camera as it fades to black.
Feeling the moment end, Kayby Hale Cassidy focused one more time on the air near fingers. He wanted to enjoy every little piece of what was soon to end. He wanted to remember everything good about the last six months of his life, and the joy it brought his Bambi.
