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Shawn Warstein- Posts : 6
Join date : 2020-10-02
A Brief Introduction
Mon Oct 05, 2020 3:11 am
“Oi cunt….”
I sit up from the couch, rubbing my eyes. Standing in front of the TV blocking my view of the football game.
“Noah what have I told you about blocking the screen when the games are on?”
Noah Jackson, my son, stands there and mocks me quickly. (Dear reader…. First off, welcome. Second off… welcome to the fourth wall. Here is where I’ll be guiding you on the journey of Shawn Warstein. My inner thoughts and what not…. where was I? Oh yeah. Noah. You heard me right, my son. I’m old as shit…. not really but the math just barely plays out depending on whether or not you believe that I have a time machine, otherwise you’re shit out of luck. Anyways Noah is Australian, says the word cunt constantly. He’s basically an overgrown toddler who was given a Red Bull and who learned a bad word.)
“Look at this shit a Dad.”
Noah pulls out his phone and tosses it in my lap.
“What am I looking at?”
“You said you wanted to speak your wings right?”
“Well yeah…. but I was just going to wait for the opportunity to come to me…”
“And as usual I have to be the one to kick you in the ass. Remember when we were triple champs?”
“Well obviously it wasn’t that long ago.”
“Cunt that was pre-Covid….”
“Damn seems like a lifetime.”
“Right. Well if you keep waiting for something to come to you, then you’re going to be waiting.”
Noah sits down next to me on the couch and turns the tv off to get my full attention.
“Look.”
“Wait, is that my Twitter on your phone?”
“What’s it to you cunt? Next time don’t make your password…. password.”
“Fair. So what did you do that I have to back out of now?”
“Dad… you are a living legend. You breathe this industry…. so I just asked if there was any place looking for some new talent.”
“I don’t think James and Jax want to go anywhere else right now….”
“Yeah and I’m not going anywhere.”
“So what was the point?”
“To show the world that you are the best. The point of Legacy is to spread our brand around the globe.”
“Okay, but why me? James is the bigger draw.”
Noah rolls his eyes.
“Would you believe me if I said you were the bigger draw?”
“Nope.”
“Fine…. his password for sure isn’t ‘BetsyBeard’...”
“Okay. So where are you sending me?”
Noah grabs the phone and pulls up the twitter bio.
“Project:Honor.”
“Where?”
“Honestly I don’t know, but some hot chick said to check it out….”
“Fine…. who’s there?”
The door in the back of the living room opens up as James Raven and Jackson Hart walk in. Hart quickly leaps over the back of the couch and lands next to Noah. (Hey reader it’s me again. So Jackson is new to the industry, and Raven has taken him under his wing…. classic pun…anyways, Jackson has taken to the business rather well. His ego has grown tenfold since his first day.) James sits down across from us waving his phone in his hand.
“So when were you going to tell us about this?”
“Honestly bro….”
“Yeah cunt… when?”
Noah chimes in while elbowing me in the ribs.
“Well Noah actually….”
“That’s right cunt…. I pushed this miserable asshole out of his fucking bubble.”
“Shawn…..”
James takes a moment before saying anything. (Rounding out Legacy is James Raven, that’s it. That’s all you need to know...)He puts his phone in his pocket and clasps his hands in front of himself. (Fuck. You know who James Raven is, do I need to say any more?) Raven smiles and sits back in his chair. (Fine. James and I have a history longer than some of you have been alive. I knew him when he was a plucky upstart. While we’ve never really seen eye to eye on everything, the one thing we always have had is the drive to compete. On more than one occasion we’ve been at odds, congrats…. you’re seeing us on one of the few rare times where we are on the same side. The world doesn’t know what hit it yet.)
“So Project Honor huh?”
“Apparently.”
“Honestly I only replied yes because of the name.”
“You would Noah.”
Noah scrunches his face towards Jackson.
“You would Noah…. yeah. It’s a ripper of a name. Honestly I would’ve named it….Project….”
Raven, Jackson and I all reply before he can.
“CUNT.”
“Nah….. Project Legacy…. but maybe Cunt is better.”
“Who wants something to drink?”
Jackson stands up and begins to head towards the wet bar on the other side. James gave me a slight nod to get my attention.
“Do you know anything about the place?”
“Nope.”
“Where their shows are held?”
“Nope.”
“Anyone on the roster?”
“Well there’s the woman who pointed it out to Noah.”
“You know who the champions are?”
“Does it matter?”
James raises an eyebrow.
“Well Dickie Watson isn’t someone to just glance over…”
“What the fuck is a Dickie Watson?”
“Their top champion….”
“I don’t know man, sounds like the Porn Parody of Sherlock Holmes…..”
“Ha! Got Em….. who are we talking about?”
Noah looks at the rest of us confused as Jackson drops down a few glasses on the coffee table. He pops off the lid on the bottle of bourbon, and pours each of us a glass.
“Well I for one am happy for you, regardless of how it happened. This will keep you from sulking around here…”
“I haven’t been sulking…”
“Dad…. you have.”
“Really?”
“Yeah mate.”
“Well then I guess there’s only one thing to do…”
I stand up from the couch and raise my glass high into the air. The three of them quickly follow suit.
“And what’s that?”
“Simple….”
I quickly glance at each of them, and give them the classic Shawn grin.
“Get the fuck out!”
“Say what cunt!?”
“You heard me. The three of you can get the fuck out. I don’t care where you go, but you’re not going to be here.”
James and Jackson quickly down their drinks and set their glasses down.
“Come on Jax, I know what’s next…. It’s not necessary that we are here.”
“What’s next?”
“Just let’s go.”
“See you on Friday Shawn.”
“For sure.”
Jackson and James disappear out of the room as Noah stands there mouth agape.
“Even me?”
“Yup.”
“That’s not cool.”
“Never said it was… I have to collect my thoughts.”
“Fair Dinkum…. but I don’t have to leave right? I still live here ya know….”
“Yeah Noah. Just get out of here.”
Noah and I do our secret handshake (it’s not really a secret it’s basically the one from The Fresh Prince but he likes to think it’s secret.) as he, like the other two, disappears from the room.
I lift up my glass and take a quick sip from it.
“Well project honor here I am. Don’t be so shocked. I know what was said when I decided to face you with my presence. It’s the same thing that was said when I went to the GCWA. Or even when I came back to the XWF in March of last year.”
I roll my hand in no particular direction.
“Who the fuck does he think is?”
A quick smile.
“Who do I think I am? I don’t think I am anybody. I KNOW what I am. I’m a legend in this industry, and I could waste all time in the world listing off every accomplishment I’ve had, but honestly I don’t have enough bourbon. All you need to know is that I’m everlasting. After a generation or two after all of your deaths, no one alive will have any memories of you. Your life, everything you did, and all of your struggles and achievements will all be forgotten. You’ll just be another one of the billions of forgotten souls whose names, faces, and life stories have all been lost to time.”
I take a moment while swirling the last of my bourbon in the glass.
“While my name will continue to be spoken. Continued to be feared. My name will be heard long after I’m gone. Roll your eyes at me right now. It’s okay. I understand. It’s the plight of the uninformed.”
With a quick sip of the glass I set it down on the table leaving a small amount in the glass with a singular ice cube.
“I could literally sit here for hours and hours talking about myself….”
I quickly throw the camera a quick wink.
“And trust me I do enjoy talking about myself. Honestly it’s one of my favorite subjects. Yet for all of your benefit, I shall refrain from that, rather I figured I’d choose to talk about all of you. I decided to show up here based on a simple tweet. I know right. I landed in all of your laps based off of a random tweet. I thought to myself, why the hell not? What’s the worst thing that could possibly happen? Then I looked over the roster…”
(Cue a massive eye roll.)
“I have to say…. I’m not impressed. Your world champion looks like he just got off of a three day bender with Courtney Love. The X-Factor champion doesn’t even have the IT factor, and the only thing remotely interesting about him is his manager… and even THAT’S a stretch. I looked at the Warrior Rising champion….”
Standard Shawn shrug:tm:(Trademark pending. I expect royalties bitches.).
“It’s just not something that interests me.”
I grab the near empty glass, and once again the clanging of the singular ice cube rattled around.
“And that’s just it. I look at this place for what it is… a bandaid for curing boredom. Now that I’m here, it’s like, is this place even worth my time? I don’t need the money. I don’t need respect. Hell I don’t even need people to like me. So that finally brings me to what I’m actually doing here…”
I smile and look off to the left.
“I’m here because I can be. I’m here because there isn’t a single person on this roster that instills fear in me. I don’t cower. I don’t run….”
I take the final sip of the bourbon, and set the glass down.
“I’ll leave the running to the rest of you.”
I quietly stand up and brush myself off and walk out of the frame as the camera fades to black.
I sit up from the couch, rubbing my eyes. Standing in front of the TV blocking my view of the football game.
“Noah what have I told you about blocking the screen when the games are on?”
Noah Jackson, my son, stands there and mocks me quickly. (Dear reader…. First off, welcome. Second off… welcome to the fourth wall. Here is where I’ll be guiding you on the journey of Shawn Warstein. My inner thoughts and what not…. where was I? Oh yeah. Noah. You heard me right, my son. I’m old as shit…. not really but the math just barely plays out depending on whether or not you believe that I have a time machine, otherwise you’re shit out of luck. Anyways Noah is Australian, says the word cunt constantly. He’s basically an overgrown toddler who was given a Red Bull and who learned a bad word.)
“Look at this shit a Dad.”
Noah pulls out his phone and tosses it in my lap.
“What am I looking at?”
“You said you wanted to speak your wings right?”
“Well yeah…. but I was just going to wait for the opportunity to come to me…”
“And as usual I have to be the one to kick you in the ass. Remember when we were triple champs?”
“Well obviously it wasn’t that long ago.”
“Cunt that was pre-Covid….”
“Damn seems like a lifetime.”
“Right. Well if you keep waiting for something to come to you, then you’re going to be waiting.”
Noah sits down next to me on the couch and turns the tv off to get my full attention.
“Look.”
“Wait, is that my Twitter on your phone?”
“What’s it to you cunt? Next time don’t make your password…. password.”
“Fair. So what did you do that I have to back out of now?”
“Dad… you are a living legend. You breathe this industry…. so I just asked if there was any place looking for some new talent.”
“I don’t think James and Jax want to go anywhere else right now….”
“Yeah and I’m not going anywhere.”
“So what was the point?”
“To show the world that you are the best. The point of Legacy is to spread our brand around the globe.”
“Okay, but why me? James is the bigger draw.”
Noah rolls his eyes.
“Would you believe me if I said you were the bigger draw?”
“Nope.”
“Fine…. his password for sure isn’t ‘BetsyBeard’...”
“Okay. So where are you sending me?”
Noah grabs the phone and pulls up the twitter bio.
“Project:Honor.”
“Where?”
“Honestly I don’t know, but some hot chick said to check it out….”
“Fine…. who’s there?”
The door in the back of the living room opens up as James Raven and Jackson Hart walk in. Hart quickly leaps over the back of the couch and lands next to Noah. (Hey reader it’s me again. So Jackson is new to the industry, and Raven has taken him under his wing…. classic pun…anyways, Jackson has taken to the business rather well. His ego has grown tenfold since his first day.) James sits down across from us waving his phone in his hand.
“So when were you going to tell us about this?”
“Honestly bro….”
“Yeah cunt… when?”
Noah chimes in while elbowing me in the ribs.
“Well Noah actually….”
“That’s right cunt…. I pushed this miserable asshole out of his fucking bubble.”
“Shawn…..”
James takes a moment before saying anything. (Rounding out Legacy is James Raven, that’s it. That’s all you need to know...)He puts his phone in his pocket and clasps his hands in front of himself. (Fuck. You know who James Raven is, do I need to say any more?) Raven smiles and sits back in his chair. (Fine. James and I have a history longer than some of you have been alive. I knew him when he was a plucky upstart. While we’ve never really seen eye to eye on everything, the one thing we always have had is the drive to compete. On more than one occasion we’ve been at odds, congrats…. you’re seeing us on one of the few rare times where we are on the same side. The world doesn’t know what hit it yet.)
“So Project Honor huh?”
“Apparently.”
“Honestly I only replied yes because of the name.”
“You would Noah.”
Noah scrunches his face towards Jackson.
“You would Noah…. yeah. It’s a ripper of a name. Honestly I would’ve named it….Project….”
Raven, Jackson and I all reply before he can.
“CUNT.”
“Nah….. Project Legacy…. but maybe Cunt is better.”
“Who wants something to drink?”
Jackson stands up and begins to head towards the wet bar on the other side. James gave me a slight nod to get my attention.
“Do you know anything about the place?”
“Nope.”
“Where their shows are held?”
“Nope.”
“Anyone on the roster?”
“Well there’s the woman who pointed it out to Noah.”
“You know who the champions are?”
“Does it matter?”
James raises an eyebrow.
“Well Dickie Watson isn’t someone to just glance over…”
“What the fuck is a Dickie Watson?”
“Their top champion….”
“I don’t know man, sounds like the Porn Parody of Sherlock Holmes…..”
“Ha! Got Em….. who are we talking about?”
Noah looks at the rest of us confused as Jackson drops down a few glasses on the coffee table. He pops off the lid on the bottle of bourbon, and pours each of us a glass.
“Well I for one am happy for you, regardless of how it happened. This will keep you from sulking around here…”
“I haven’t been sulking…”
“Dad…. you have.”
“Really?”
“Yeah mate.”
“Well then I guess there’s only one thing to do…”
I stand up from the couch and raise my glass high into the air. The three of them quickly follow suit.
“And what’s that?”
“Simple….”
I quickly glance at each of them, and give them the classic Shawn grin.
“Get the fuck out!”
“Say what cunt!?”
“You heard me. The three of you can get the fuck out. I don’t care where you go, but you’re not going to be here.”
James and Jackson quickly down their drinks and set their glasses down.
“Come on Jax, I know what’s next…. It’s not necessary that we are here.”
“What’s next?”
“Just let’s go.”
“See you on Friday Shawn.”
“For sure.”
Jackson and James disappear out of the room as Noah stands there mouth agape.
“Even me?”
“Yup.”
“That’s not cool.”
“Never said it was… I have to collect my thoughts.”
“Fair Dinkum…. but I don’t have to leave right? I still live here ya know….”
“Yeah Noah. Just get out of here.”
Noah and I do our secret handshake (it’s not really a secret it’s basically the one from The Fresh Prince but he likes to think it’s secret.) as he, like the other two, disappears from the room.
I lift up my glass and take a quick sip from it.
“Well project honor here I am. Don’t be so shocked. I know what was said when I decided to face you with my presence. It’s the same thing that was said when I went to the GCWA. Or even when I came back to the XWF in March of last year.”
I roll my hand in no particular direction.
“Who the fuck does he think is?”
A quick smile.
“Who do I think I am? I don’t think I am anybody. I KNOW what I am. I’m a legend in this industry, and I could waste all time in the world listing off every accomplishment I’ve had, but honestly I don’t have enough bourbon. All you need to know is that I’m everlasting. After a generation or two after all of your deaths, no one alive will have any memories of you. Your life, everything you did, and all of your struggles and achievements will all be forgotten. You’ll just be another one of the billions of forgotten souls whose names, faces, and life stories have all been lost to time.”
I take a moment while swirling the last of my bourbon in the glass.
“While my name will continue to be spoken. Continued to be feared. My name will be heard long after I’m gone. Roll your eyes at me right now. It’s okay. I understand. It’s the plight of the uninformed.”
With a quick sip of the glass I set it down on the table leaving a small amount in the glass with a singular ice cube.
“I could literally sit here for hours and hours talking about myself….”
I quickly throw the camera a quick wink.
“And trust me I do enjoy talking about myself. Honestly it’s one of my favorite subjects. Yet for all of your benefit, I shall refrain from that, rather I figured I’d choose to talk about all of you. I decided to show up here based on a simple tweet. I know right. I landed in all of your laps based off of a random tweet. I thought to myself, why the hell not? What’s the worst thing that could possibly happen? Then I looked over the roster…”
(Cue a massive eye roll.)
“I have to say…. I’m not impressed. Your world champion looks like he just got off of a three day bender with Courtney Love. The X-Factor champion doesn’t even have the IT factor, and the only thing remotely interesting about him is his manager… and even THAT’S a stretch. I looked at the Warrior Rising champion….”
Standard Shawn shrug:tm:(Trademark pending. I expect royalties bitches.).
“It’s just not something that interests me.”
I grab the near empty glass, and once again the clanging of the singular ice cube rattled around.
“And that’s just it. I look at this place for what it is… a bandaid for curing boredom. Now that I’m here, it’s like, is this place even worth my time? I don’t need the money. I don’t need respect. Hell I don’t even need people to like me. So that finally brings me to what I’m actually doing here…”
I smile and look off to the left.
“I’m here because I can be. I’m here because there isn’t a single person on this roster that instills fear in me. I don’t cower. I don’t run….”
I take the final sip of the bourbon, and set the glass down.
“I’ll leave the running to the rest of you.”
I quietly stand up and brush myself off and walk out of the frame as the camera fades to black.
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