Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Sept 1, 2015 16:45:55 GMT -5
Troy really didn't pat himself on the back after defeating Kurt Orton.
Sure, it was pretty awesome that he'd beat Beno at WrestleMania, then defeated the man who main evented WrestleMania that same night. But Troy's big hang up was the fact that he'd done it before. He beat Kurt in a first blood match, so he didn't feel the buzz he normally felt after winning a match.
He got in into his cheap rental car after the show, stewing over the events of RAW.
He was proud of Joey for getting the match with Triple H. He held faith that Joey would get the victory. He wanted Joey to succeed, because if Joey succeeds then the New Age succeeds.
But Troy still felt jealousy boil hot within him.
He tried to put it down. He defeats a Hall of Famer at WrestleMania and all of a sudden he thinks he's topshit enough to face another legend in the main event?
But those thoughts didn't help Troy bury the feeling at all.
He really wanted to bash his brain in so he could get these stupid thoughts to stop, but that would probably hurt so he resigned himself to a few drinks at some hole in the wall bar that was walking distance from his hotel.
He was scrolling through his Twitter feed when something reeeeally shitty happened.
"Troy?" An unfortunately familiar, and incredulous voice called.
Troy looked up to the ceiling, asking God why he always ended up boning Troy, put on a fake smile and turned around to greet his brother.
"Sam, it's been awhile." Troy said shortly, before turning back around and taking a long drink from his cup. He hoped his brother would accept that as a cue to promptly fuck right off.
Luckily his brother decided to sit next to him at the bar.
"It absolutely has! I'll take the blame however. You know, work has been crazy and I have a kid on the way." Troy didn't even toss out a congrats. He knew the little shit would be just as much of a snarky fuck as Sam was. "You've been pretty busy too. How's work for you been? I haven't watched in years, of course, not since I was kid, you know...."
The way Sam said it made Troy's blood boil. He spoke like it was a child's game. Troy held his tongue. He had too.
"Oh it's been marvelous." Troy said simply. If only he were drunk. It would make this just the slightest bit more bearable.
"Well, about as marvelous as sliding around with oily muscle men in banana hammocks can be, huh?"
"Fuck off." Troy said, praying his brother would hear the warning in his voice.
"You know Troy, neglecting your family to further yourself in a shitty little entertainment show really has pissed some of your kin off. Me included."
Troy wasn't expecting it, but it hurt like hell when it happened.
He felt his brothers hand on the back of his head, and before he could react he face was smashed into the bar and he felt warm blood ooze out of a possibly broken nose, and he stumbled out of his chair-
"Been waiting to do that." His brother said, ignoring the yelling from the other bar patrons.
Troy looked up at his approaching brother, and Troy smirked. The blood flowed down over his lips and onto his teeth, but it didn't faze him, not one bit. He looked unhinged.
Troy tackled Sam onto the ground, and wrenched his brother by his hair, and began punching his brother's face as hard as he could muster, over and over again. Troy couldn't feel anything other than the pain in his noise, and he couldn't hear anything other than the pounding noise in his ears.
He felts several hands pull him off, but he didn't register what was being done or said. He could feel his brothers blood, hot on his knuckles.
Troy stood up, ignoring the shocked looks and the questions he received. He gulped down the rest of his beer, slapped the money he owed on the bar, and walked back to his hotel.
***
Troy's in some bathroom in the arena. He's sitting on the counter, his elbow on his knee and his head resting on his hand.
"I'm bored.... aren't you?"
Troy sighs, his feet swinging slightly above the dirty tiled floor.
"It's just..... Zak thinks he's gonna get retribution over us."
Troy chuckles lightly, still staring at the floor.
"Zak is a great wrestler, I will not take that from him. He wouldn't have been in the New Age if he wasn't! But the thing is Zak, you just couldn't keep up man. Crumbling under the pressure and such. So Zak, Demmie; tonight, me and Bob Cena are gonna make an example out of both of you. Try is you might to fight it, you two sure as sh** won't stop us. You'll try, but you won't."
Troy hops off the counter, a sneer etched on his face.
"The New Age is coming to collect, Zak and Demmie."
