SPARTACUS: Rise of House Legacy (Tag Final #2, 2192 words)
Nov 11, 2020 23:57:08 GMT -6
Deana Barrows, James Raven, and 2 more like this
Post by Jackson Hart on Nov 11, 2020 23:57:08 GMT -6
TOLD BY JACKSON HART:
RAVEN: Men! The days workout… is just getting started…
Without hesitation, Shawn Warstein unfurls his leather whip and cracks it loudly in the air. That whip made him happier than I’d ever seen him. It’s disturbing. He stares at Noah and I with an intensity hotter than the blazing Texas sun above us or the blood stained sand that burns like coals beneath our feet.
SHAWN: At attention, men!
Noah and I stand side by side, strapped tight in our leather armor and staring up at James, Betsy and Deanna Barrows on the balcony. Ravens arms are held wide as he bellows down to us.
RAVEN: It is no secret that this Friday night, House Legacy marches once more into battle. I know we are being asked to face an ugly possibility; a third match with Marcus Ka’Derrion and his lackey, but I present to you the following! Many teams can claim to clean out the division they reign over, but we have an opportunity to chase a legend from it! A third match up with Ka’Derrion is a chance to break him and laugh as he slinks away with his tail tucked firmly between his legs along with his shriveled cock! Do you hear me?!
I stifle a sigh. I loved Spartacus, but James has taken this whole thing to an extreme I never envisioned. I guess thats what makes him the G.O.A.T. Noah and Shawn roar in approval and throw their fists in the air. I mimic them. No need to draw attention to myself. Raven motions over to Shawn, and continues.
RAVEN: Under the tutelage of our “Doctore”, we will make sure we are trained to our maximum potential, and that we are prepared to conquer any team that dares oppose us before smashing them underfoot!
We all roar and pump our fists again, as Raven motions over to Deanna Barrows.
RAVEN: We are graced this afternoon with the presence of our patron, the woman who will help this House rise in prominence and take our place in the pantheon of all time greats! Let’s give her! A fucking! SHOW!
We roar and clap loudly as Raven shakes his fists at the sky. Deanna looks to Noah and Shawn and smiles at each of them, then locks eyes with me. She smiles, and I smile back.
RAVEN: Now it doesn’t matter if we face Sins of the Fathers, or Strangler and Masher. We don’t need to know our opponents because we know WHO THE FUCK WE ARE! To my right... The Melbourne Motormouth and the Prince of Push, the Pogchamp, and the sickest cunt you ever did see! The Pride of Australia… KING! NOAH! JACKSON!
Raven points down at me from the balcony.
RAVEN: And to my left… one half of the GCWA tag team champions of the world! The professional wrestling rookie of the year, and undefeated monster! The King of Harts… Jackson… HART!
Noah and Shawn applaud for me, as does the trio in the balcony. I raise a fist but keep my eyes focused on the sand.
RAVEN: After two wars against Sins of the Fathers, we’re more than prepared and equipped for their best efforts. If we’re not ready for them by now, it’s our own fault.However, there is an enemy in the mist. There is an unknown commodity, for whom we must prepare if we are to be successful. We do not prepare for two ordinary men, because we at House Legacy know that we are already superior to ordinary men! We will prepare for a legion of extraordinary men, and Friday's contest will be child's play. BRING OUT THE LEGION!
NOAH: What the shit…
The door to the ranch opens, and a dozen men storm from the front door and across the sand. The circle around Noah and I, Shawn strafing to the outside to observe the action. They aren’t ordinary men, they’re glad in tight black leather and latex, bodage straps and ball gags on each and every one of them.
JACKSON: James, what the hell is this?!
RAVEN: Your opponents! If you can get through this many leather daddies, Strangler and Masher will be no match for us! They’re just two men!
JACKSON: But did you need to dress these guys up like sex slaves?
NOAH: Their gear look exactly like our “armor”.
JACKSON: Really, Noah? There’s a dildo hanging off that one! James, I really don’t want to do thi-
RAVEN: BEGIN!
I don’t have another moment to argue as the leather clad warriors charge towards me, roaring through their gimp masks. Shawn Warstein cracks his whip loudly in the air, commanding us to separate and attack.
Fuck it. Here we go.
I sprint away from Noah, driving my fist across the jaw of the nearest submissive, dropping them to the sand in a heap. Half of the group chases behind me, ensuring neither Noah or I gets stuck with double digit opponents on our own. I grip a steel chain on the chest of one of my assailants, tugging hard and tearing it from their outfit before I realize the chain was attached to their pierced nipples. The man squeals loudly, and I beat him several times with the chain before cracking him with a heavy elbow and knocking him out cold. Suddenly Shawn charges up beside me, hurling a bucketful of water into my face.
SHAWN: Be prepared for anything! You never know when the clouds may open up and the gods may piss on your head!
I shake my head in frustration but continue to fight. One of the men lunges at me with a pair of handcuffs, trying to bind me to him and slow me down. I roll to the side and leap into the air with a dropkick that sends him flying and puts him out of commission. I leg sweep another, dropping him to the sand and pouncing atop him for some ground and pound when suddenly I’m struck in the back with a rock. I turn, and see Shawn with his water bucket now full of rubble, pelting me from a distance.
SHAWN: THE CROWD ARE FICKLE BEASTS WHO WILL TURN ON YOU AT A MOMENTS NOTICE!
JACKSON: Damn it, Shawn! FUCK! OFF!
Two final men stand before me, and I leap off the motionless body of their partner and grab them both by the dangling dildos at their waists. I pull violently on both, tugging both men forward and making their skulls collide with a sickening crack. I stand up, looking back to Shawn who golf claps and holds his hands up innocently.
I look across to Noah, realizing he has just one man remaining himself. The man stands with his heels against the edge of a cliff.
A fucking cliff?
Has that been there this whole time?
James Raven really made a cliff on his ranch, just for this Spartacus thing? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The man is committed… and disgustingly wealthy.
NOAH: THIS… IS… SPARTAAAAAAAAA!
Noah charges across the sand towards the man on the cliff edge.
JACKSON: NOAH! STOP!
He does, and turns to look at me with the disappointed look of a child who thinks their parent “never lets them do ANYTHING fun”.
NOAH: What?
JACKSON: That’s 300. Not Spartacus.
NOAH: Oh shit. My bad, cunt. Can I do it anyway?
I think it over.
JACKSON: Yes. Yes you can.
Are we seriously maybe possibly doing this again? I mean for real for real? Sins of the Father? Again? I know some folks say third times the charm but no it really isn’t. Not this time. Not ever. Sure I guess there is the possibility that Sins lose to S.E.X’s fluff boys but let’s be honest with ourselves for a moment, that’s not going to happen. What is going to happen is that for the third time in as many months Legacy will walk into the ring against Sins of the Father as champions and they will walk out the very same. This isn’t some half heated flex built on the backs of our two previous victories over them it’s just the simple unadulterated truth. Legacy is better. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Always.
Legacy already owns the tag team division so much so that we’ve lapped the field twice already and despite Deanna’s best efforts to try and bring new talent in from the outside the truth is that absolutely no one wants a piece of us. Everyone already knows what the roster of the GCWA is finally coming to grips with and that is that no one wants a piece of The People’s GOAT and the King of Harts. Add in the GCWA’s new North American Champion Shawn Warstein and Cuntmaster Supreme Noah Jackson and what we have is not just the most talented faction in wrestling history but a full-blown nightmare for anyone who finds themselves in our crosshairs.
Which is potentially Sins of the Father for the 3rd time. Look I get it, pickens are slim but God damn can’t someone step up and take their beating like an adult so we can save Sins of the Father from getting embarrassed yet again? Poor Marcus Ka’Derrion is going to be one day sitting on the porch of his double wide telling his grandkids about his Hall of Fame wrestling career and then he’s going to have to choke back his tears and tell his grandkids about how he lost 3 times in a row to Legacy or he’s gonna have to lie to his likely genetically deficient grandkids and tell them how grandpappy Marcus was the greatest wrestler that ever lived because no one wants to look like the basic bitch that they are in front of their grandkids. But deep down in the pit of his stomach he’ll know the deep dark truth and it will eat at him until the day he takes his last breath.
And as for his partner, whatever dude, you’re just along for the ride, we all know it so just sit there in the corner like the glorified water boy that you are and eat the pin at the end of the match like we both know you’re going to. Comprende?
TOLD BY JAMES RAVEN:
I stand on the balcony above the training ground, smiling smugly in the shade underneath my awning. Deanna and Betsy remain beside me, basking in the performance of my gladiators. Betsy rests a supportive hand on my shoulder as Deanna nods to me, knowing full well that my men will be ready to perform in the arena come Fridays Inferno and the end of month games… Darkness Falls.
Noah plants on a boot on the chest of the last remaining combatant, sending them tumbling over the edge of the cliff and out of sight. Noah turns with a massive smile on his face and sprints across the sand towards Shawn Warstein.
NOAH: Did you see that, dad?! That was fuckin’ SICK!
Deanna looks at me.
DEANNA: When you put that cliff there, you had to know that was going to happen, right?
I bite my tongue, but continue to smile. Shawn Warstein looks up at me, ready to crack the whip if I command another round of training, but the men have earned their rest. I wave him off, and he tucks the whip into his belt and lets Noah and Jackson know that they’re free for the afternoon.
I turn back from the balcony railing, overflowing with confidence as I wink at Betsy and grin to Deanna.
RAVEN: Your loyalties have been well placed, Miss Barrows, and they shall be rewarded. Legacy is ready to end the miserable return of Marcus Ka’Derrion and rid you of your families icon. You didn’t believe in Marcus, you didn’t help build him… why should you be forced to carry his albatross around your neck? Because of things he did a decade ago? We will build your own legends, Deanna, we shall annex the Hall of Fame to include a wing of your own… and Legacy shall be first enshrined.
Deanna listens intently.
RAVEN: This will be defense number four, Deanna. We are already the most dominant House of this millennium, we have done what no House in twenty years has been able to do with this gold… and we’re not through. We’re not satisfied.Darkness Falls, whoever you find to oppose us will be defense number five, and then we’re just weeks from shattering every tag team record in the history of the GCWA.
Betsy smiles.
BETSY: Don’t forget about Lezlie Hope.
RAVEN: Lizzie Nope.
DEANNA: Lissie Hope…
I grin at Deanna. Whatever.
RAVEN: I haven’t forgotten about our favorite problem child. We’ll just worry about one thing at a time for now. This week, the Legacy Era… next week, an era all my own… Come Deanna, we have a feast prepared in the main house. Let us put talk of gladiators and business from our minds.
DEANNA: Can I take off this costume?
RAVEN: … yes.
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