The Giant Slayer

[Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family]

The door creaks closed.

I spit out the wad of blood. I hate the taste, but by now I've gotten used to it. Blood always tasted like iron.

This beating was particularly brutal. Someone is asking me what hurts most, I mumble out a response.

I need to escape. I need to go. I'll die here. I'll die unremembered. Another name, lost in the business. I couldn't.

****

The biggest win of his career.

Troy had soundly defeated Kurt Orton in what was a relatively short, but also intense match. Troy passed through gorilla, ignoring all the people that swarmed him. He walked until he found a relatively quiet part of the arena; he sat down, leaning up against a rolled up carpet.

He hadn't quite redeemed himself; he needed more. But this was just the beginning.

He really needed his dip. He did it all the time now, and especially after a match.

One of the employees walked up to Troy, and looked slightly nervous.

"Uh, hello, Troy? I was just wondering if you had heard about Beno?"

"What about Beno?" Troy demanded. His anger was flaring at the very mention of the man.

"Well, uh, he retired. Right before your match. Announced it."

Troy didn't even reply. He could only stare. Words were impossible. Beno had retired.

****

Troy stumbles out of the doors to the club. The air has gotten colder.

Troy sits on a bench. His head is scrambled right now; few too many beers. As a matter of fact, he still had one in his hand. He should drink more often. Pain constantly flared up in his back nowadays. His five or so years of wrestling were already having an adverse effect on him. The beatings probably accelerated that.

He took a sip of beer, and rested back on the seat. Maybe he needed a chiropractor. That shit would be a benefit. His phone started ringing. He answered it, and it was one of those coincidences the universe loved so much. The voice that came over the phone was worried.

"Hello?" Troy slurred.

"Troy, are you drunk?" Came the voice. It was his mom.

"Uhm, no. I'm just tired."

"Dammit Troy, you're sending your life off track! I want you to come home now. Quit the wrestling shit."

Troy laughed, hard. His mother was such a bitch. Didn't call him the whole time he was a prisoner, but now that he had a few beers he was just ruining his entire life.

"The wrestling shit is securing my future, mom. Christ. Always up my ass." Troy took a swig. His mom took a moment to decipher what he had said in slurred speech.

"Don't talk to me that way, Troy! I'm trying to hel-"

"Okay, ma, okay. Helping. You were such a fucking help when I was fucking gone for like 4 months! Oh it was okay though, Troy was probably taking a break from everyone, but let's just focus on his perfect fucking brother, the scientist-"

"He's a doctor, Troy."

"Oh, that's right! Maybe he can help you and dad get your heads out of your asses. Don't call me again. Just you watch. I'll be better off than your perfect doctor son!"

Troy hung up. It's wasn't easy to hang up angrily on a smart phone, but he managed to. He stared at the screen, until it shut off. He took the last sip of his beer, than dropped both his phone and the bottle on the ground. He leaned back on the seat, his hands on his face. It always sucks to hate your family.

Although, in his currently muddled state of mind, he wondered if his brother knew any chiropractors.

****

"Gabriel North.... who?"

Troy lets out a chuckle

"Gabriel North is a no one. An ant in the presence of the New Age, like so many of the dinosaurs roaming the landscape of this company."

Troy has a pounding headache. He was wearing the most expensive pair of sunglasses he could find. The paychecks he had been getting lately were quite nice. Although, even he admitted the sunglasses made him look like a douche.

"i'm on the ride of my life right now I've defeated a former ThyWWE champion. And the New Age is on a roll and they're about to take out the current that ThyWWE Champion. Now whoever does beat Blade to become the champion doesn't matter right now. Whether it be Bob Cena, Joey the Bastard, Zak Shields, or Triana, or me. The New Age is a movement, the message is spreading. I've got big plans."

Troy takes off the glasses, approaching the camera. A wild smile splits his face.

"I'm taking over the world. Hell, we're taking over the world! We've got power, and we've got money on our side. Hell, I remember paying our entire tab one night- what night I don't remember, but it was a hell of a lot of booze."

Troy pauses, as if fondly remembering his drunkenness.

"I'm a monster, Gabriel. Hell, call me the Giant Slayer. Kurt Orton may have been a fluke his entire life, but dammit if he won't go down in ThyWWE history- but I cut him off at the knees. No one thought Troy could do it. Nobody thought Troy could bring forth the effort to split Orton open. But goddammit, I did it, I finished him off! I left him in a pool of his own blood! I did what I said I would, I made him a statistic! You'll be no different, no different than anyone else who tries to get in the way of The New Age!"

Troy seems to have become unhinged. He begins throwing the things around him- boxes, crates, steel chairs. With a loud yell, one last chair is thrown and collides with the brick wall.

"Tonight on RAW, Beno, I'm gonna kick your ass! I'm gonna destroy any trace of you! They don't believe in me? They don't? They're gonna start Beno, they're gonna regret, ever putting you in a match with me tonight......"

Troy trails off mid sentence. Confusion spreads across his face.

"You.... you aren't Beno. Are you? You're... you're Gabriel. Yeah. Gabriel. Okay, Gabriel. Let's see what happens tonight, shall we? Me and you. One on one. Your comeback is about to be cut short."