Renaissance Redux {Private/Jason}

[Generra]

ren·ais·sance n.

1. A rebirth or revival.
2. A revival of intellectual or artistic achievement and vigor



City of Osaka, Japan:

It had been hours since Jason left to engage in the meeting she had to nearly beg him to attend. She herself, had other matters to attend to. Matters that she could only attempt with Jason, as well as Tommy out of her hair for a few days at least. She was in search so to speak… For someone she needed desperately to find, before “he” did. Someone whom held something very important to Generra, something that she longed to have as her own.

This was why she was frantically making phone call after phone call. Dashing about the city of Osaka, Japan in an attempt to get as close to finding this someone as soon as possible. If Jason’s meeting went as she suspected it would, she would not have opportunity to do such work once he returned. She knew if she was in fact correct, he’d return with a new lease on life, and a new found loyalty as well.

Good for her in a business sense yes, but in personal matters such as these.. Not so much…

She had several leads over the span of the past 10 months of searching, none of which proved to be in the slightest bit useful. Until last week that is. One tip came in from a long time associate. One that was closely tied to those she affiliated herself with now that she was fully infused into the wrestling world. One that offered a bit of information that she needed. Something that would place her as close to her goal as she had been since beginning the search.. She listened intently to the voice on the opposite end of the call, a pen within her hand recklessly jotting down each and every important word..

“…That’s all of the information I could retrieve for you sweetie. Osaka is a dead end and holds nothing for you if you’re still adamant about the search. I’d start again in Italy. Milan to be exact…”

Generra paused, as did her penmanship on the piece of paper in her lap right now. She had started all of this in Milan to be exact, and to think that it was all coming full circle right now, baffled her. They wouldn’t have doubled back and went back there… Could they?”

“There have only been a few sightings. One as of May 25th annnnnnd…. Hold on a second…. The 2nd was just a few days ago on the 17th of June… It’s obvious she’s not really hiding any longer. If you wish to locate her now would be the perfect opportunity. This may be your last chance to do so if she goes into hiding again.”

“I suppose you’re right Robin.”

“You’re still not going to tell me why you’re looking for her are you?”

Generra’s lips allowed a slight sigh to escape before forcing a smile to her face and responding…

“In due time. Just trust me when I say it’s important. I wouldn’t ask of anything from you if it wasn’t. You know that. It's just... Sometimes things from the past have to be buried in order to move on. That's all.”

“Yes I know. Which is why I’m concerned. It’s been consuming you for the past year. This and “him”. You should probably just let go and move on. But you’re like a little sister to me Generra. So I know you won’t listen. Never have…”

“Thanks anyway Robin. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. Just take care of yourself and let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I gotta run. I’m missing the party.”

“Thanks again and you Take care gorgeous. I'll be in touch again soon. Ciao.”

“You too beautiful. Ciao.”

And with that the call had ended, leaving Generra to ponder just what to do with this bit of information. She stood up from her place of seating, taking the notepad up into her grasp as she reached for her purse off of a nearby table. Instantly she was headed for the door of her luxury suite, seeking to begin her search once again...

But for whom was she searching....?

[Jason Youngblood]

So he was only a few minutes away from where he was supposed to be having this meeting with whoever this was Generra wanted him to meet. The limo was just riding along, through parts of Japan he had never been through before. Seriously all of the scenery looked like a episode of “The Richest looking homes in Japan like ever ever ever.” It was THAT kind of ride.

Jason took in the scenery the entire way and didn’t talk much. Tommy came along for the ride like he said he would and remained quiet most of the way. Only taking 2 calls, one from Generra and the other from some guy it sounded like, someone Tommy didn’t seem to like very much. Who knew at this point; with all the cloak and dagger mumbo jumbo going on lately. Jason didn’t even care who it was he was meeting at this point and just wanted to get it over with. He had thought about the meeting all day and every day since his last match against Shia Shit Storm last week. The fact that Generra was suggesting he needed an extra edge and then the loss to Storm only days later? That was something that made Jason think that maybe.. Just maybe there could be more added to his entire career overhaul he was on lately.

As long as this guy could ensure that Jason could keep his Undisputed title then he’d be willing to listen to whatever it was he had to say.

Or at least he hoped the guy could help. Jason just sat there and had started to fidget a bit as they seemed to pull onto a long long driveway looking piece of passage, and he figured by Tommy’s reaction that this must be the place. But then again how In the hell would Tommy know where the place was?

“’Bout fuckin’ time we get here already. Long ass fuckin’ rides. Straight damn sick of limo rides, for real my n***a..”

Jason paused and was shocked to hear Tommy speak more than just a few words at once. He hadn’t heard the man use an entire sentence since knowing him. He shook his head in disbelief, responding…

“Dude.. I was beginning to think you were some kind of thugged out deaf mute or something. Thanks for confirming that you aren’t…”

The massive man known only as “Tommy” twisted his lips showing dissatisfaction in Jason’s words before saying to him…

“Whateva’ n***a, whatever..”

He sure did like using that N-word too Jason thought. Him and Generra working together? Who’d be crazy enough to think that was a good combination?

Finally after at least a few minutes of riding the driveway to wherever, Jason could catch a glimpse of the place of destination. Or at least he hoped it was, as he too was tired of riding at this point. He finally laid eyes on the house they were headed to. If you want to call it a house. Jason had a house. Hell he had 2 houses. This was something else he thought as he exclaimed…

“Oh my god… This guy can’t be a wrestler. Promotions aren’t paying this damn much. At least TNB isn’t…Sheesh..”

The car stopped and the engine was cut off in a split second. Tommy didn’t waste any time getting out of the car himself and stretched after the long ride. Jason was still stuck staring at the scenery around him especially the house a few dozen yards away…



“Now that’s the type of house the wife and I need… “

His thoughts were interrupted by a few hard knocks on the window from Tommy, signaling for him to get out of the car already. He was in a daze almost and the knock snapped him out of it instantly. He grabbed the door handle, opening the door and stepped out of the car. It was a sunny day and he just looked up into the sky before looking back at the house in front of them.

Closing the door back he put his sunglasses on and started up the walkway. Tommy was about 10 feet in front of him while they walked, and he quickly noticed a man seated beneath one of the two shaded areas of the front of the house. He saw something in the man’s hand, a drink it looked to be and a second later seeing what resembled a cigar in the other. His legs were kicked up on the table in front of him and as Tommy & Jason got closer and closer Jason could have sworn it was indeed someone he knew…Or at least a face he’d seen before. Years ago…

[Jason Youngblood]

“No… Couldn’t be….”

Before he could wonder another second, Tommy confirmed it as he walked to where the man was sitting, for only a split second anyway, the sound of their hands slapping each others gave Jason confirmation that they indeed knew each other as Tommy spoke the words…

“’Whattup. Dis the sumbitch “G” wanted to meet wit’ tha’ fellas n***a. Where da’ fuck they at?”

The man still sipping from his glass, pointed toward the back of the house, only offering…

“Clever pimpin’ & never slippin’ bro’. Poolside baby boy like always. That’s where the bitches congregate so you already know. “

“Bet.”

And without hesitation Tommy gave an upward head nod, then proceeded to make his way towards the back of the house. Jason reluctantly followed, taking in the sights of this other man for a few more seconds as if he’d seen a ghost. It wasn’t a ghost though. It was just who he thought it was, in the flesh. He thought back quickly to how the man and his cohorts used to pimp the airwaves as well as the wrestling game itself back then. It was something to see honestly.

He didn’t speak a word to him, only turned and followed Tommy before seeing him retrieve a nearby cell phone as a call came through apparently…He could just barely hear the words being spoken into the phone as they turned the corner on the way to their destination...

“Yeah, what’s poppin’ baby…? Say fucking what? You ain’t got my money? You betta have my money or else!”

Jason shook his head while he followed Tommy around back… He wondered just who else he would see here now seeing this guy after so many years passed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who else could possibly be around. The names rung bells around federation after federation only just a few years back, so he knew he’d probably be in for a surprise. He still was taking in all of the scenery while they made their way around the back to the pool area apparently. And once they arrived his eyes widened even more seeing the view in front of him.



“Well damn, now this is how you live. Lap of luxury most definitely.”

The scene was like something out of a movie. Women everywhere, and not just your everyday type of women either, and music playing in the background, but not too loud as he followed Tommy to the far side of the pool area. Along the way another man’s voice could be heard, a rather large man at that, seated beside the pool, his legs dangling down into the water. This guy was so tall his feet had to be touching the bottom of the pool Jason thought. He was at least 7’0… 6’10 at the very least. The closer and closer they got to where the man was seated Jason realized who he was as well. The first guy they encountered should have tipped him off that this guy wouldn’t be too far away. A sly grin on his face, the big man, enforcer prototype of a man, reached up bumping fists with Tommy while speaking the words..

“So that’s the new booty huh? Ha Ha. Good luck kiddo. Good luck. His ass ain't in Kansas no more now Tommy. Not anymore buddy.”

Tommy only laughed at the big man, meaning that yes, he was bigger than even Tommy was. Tommy kept on walking; Jason still in tow after a quick head nod of his own in the 7 footers direction.

This was all surreal he thought, and he started to wonder how Generra was tied into all of this and what her connection to them really was. He thought back to their initial meeting, and recalled her saying things like:

“They’re quite… Adamant & more than choosy about whom they invest time & money into. Their good name would be in jeopardy if they gambled on the wrong people.”

As well as…

”You should feel honored.”

He was starting to think that maybe she was right… If this was indeed what he thought it would be.

Tommy seemed to walk with even more of a purpose now, his steps carrying them both away from the house now, towards the opposite end of the pool area. It was almost harder to maneuver now on this side of the pool area, with soooo many women present that it was like a club atmosphere. Then it happened. He spotted someone…

Someone he didn’t think he’d ever see again… And especially in this sort of setting anyway. Someone he himself had watched perform in and out of the ring for years and years. And then almost like a ghost, he was gone from the public eye…Someone the world abroad, wrestling fans alike, considered almost like…royalty…

[Jason Youngblood]

He didn’t believe what he was seeing. Now he knew who he was coming to speak with. He didn’t know why it was him of all people that wanted to help him out, but he was sure willing to listen he thought. Before he could get the thought to sink in, another man, he’d seen before in the ring years ago, up in Ohio, who ran with yet another regime of this same collective, if he wasn’t mistaken was also seated nearby. Seated directly beside him, yet another FAMILIAr face, he tried and tried to place her face but couldn’t at first.

By this time he had arrived where the real mystery man of the evening was relaxed in one of the pool chairs, a plethora of gorgeous women surrounding his person. Tommy only gave the man who was a “blast from the past” that same old upward head nod before taking a seat nearby, reaching into a nearby cooler and pulling out a beer to apparently join in on the festivities. Jason’s steps slowed down, stopping only a few feet from where this appointed tutor sat. They both were wearing sunglasses but still Jason could tell they had made eye contact, before Jason removed his own. As a show of respect at the very least.

He stepped forward, extending his hand…

“Jason Youngblood. But I’m sure you already know that…”

The mystery man shook his hand, a sly devilish grin on his face as he did so. As the handshake ended, the man finally spoke words to Jason in particular..

“Yes. Of course I’m aware of who you are Jason. Generra speaks and thinks very highly of you…. Perhaps such consideration is warranted, Mr. Undisputed Champion?”

Jason didn’t know if that was a real question, and only shrugged it off as a small bit of laughter ensued in the area they were all congregated in. Jason only looked around and figured that just must be their way of having a little bit of fun at his expense. He understood why. Compared to them he was still in the beginning stages of his career. His name probably would never be known around wrestling circles the way that each one of theirs was. A split second passed and he suddenly remembered who the blonde woman was from a moment ago. He recalled her tenure as a CEO up in Canada some years ago, but never knew much about it himself personally, so he wasn’t going to be jaded and make an uninformed decision on that whole situation. Looking to her with eyes squinted he addressed her with…

“Long way from Toronto aren’t we?”

She only smiled at him, as she replied…

“Yes I guess you could say that Jason. Home is where the heart is though you know. Welcome.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He then looked to the man beside her. Another man he himself had at one time idolized for his in ring prowess. He instantly thought of the man’s moniker he went by all those years ago. Excellence Personified or something to that effect. He smiled at him commenting..

“Well well…If it isn’t Ra—“

His words were cut off instantly as the man stepped forward offering his hand as well for a handshake, speaking the words…

“It is with great contentment I welcome you to our humble assembly of top caliber athletes Mr. Youngblood. I only hope you fully grasp the ramifications of why you are truly present with us on this day sir. Notwithstanding, we only wish to assist in procuring a much brighter and favorable future for yourself. Be wise Mr. Youngblood… Be wise and listen…Ha Ha…”

[Jason Youngblood]

“Oh no. I understand. I’ll definitely try to make the best of it.”

The man only backpedaled away from Jason, his laughter still imminent, returning to his original place of seating along with his “woman” it seemed. Jason took one more look around the place, back towards the pool area, seeing that there were 3 more men arriving to this little shindig. 2 of the men were associates of another guy whom used to run with the leader of this assorted pack of wrestlers. Their names he couldn’t place right off, but they were both black guys, one looking to be quite on the fancy side with his suit attire on, and the other looked to be on the huge side kind of like Tommy. Speaking of Tommy, he instantly stood from his seat with his beer in hand and started his way back across the pool area to greet the men. A sudden thought of Jason’s was that those 3 together, looked as if they could easily be on an episode of America’s Most Wanted. Easily.

The 3rd of those men was someone Jason knew briefly. Back when TNB was in their “NewERA” phase, he was one of the first ones signed to the roster but ended up wrestling in Detroit first, and then on to Chicago. He knew that guy well and was a fan of his tag team work with his partner. This guy was such a Natural inside of the ring, many pegged him as the future of the wrestling industry. Something Jason really couldn’t argue with. He was still mesmerized at the gathering of talent around him. He looked back to the main man of this party atmosphere, hearing his words as he offered Jason a seat..

“Please Jason, make yourself at home. Relax and take a load off. You’ve been quite the busy boy as of late. You’ve earned it.”

Jason nodded and stepped forward. Instantly a few of the women in the area scattered as if they knew the protocol, leaving an open seat directly next to the man whom Jason was sent to see. He took the seat and before he knew it he was handed a glass with some sort of alcohol in it. After thanking the girl for the drink he placed his glasses on the small table that separated him and his tutor for the weekend, before exclaiming…

“So I gotta ask this question man. And don’t think I don’t’ appreciate what you’re trying to do by helping but… Why me? Of all people, why me?”

The man only smiled, taking a sip from his own glass of what looked to be vodka. His eyes stared intently back towards the pool area, seeing his brethren enjoying themselves, as he spoke to Jason, without even looking towards him. Jason sat, the drink in his hand, and his elbows rested on his knees as he listened intently. Just then he noticed another FAMILIAr face from Toronto’s staff those years back. He thought she looked way more cuter in person even from this far. From what he recalled about her, she was always a mastersful administrative figure, and it was no surprise she was here. He caught himself staring a bit as she seemed to be stretched out on one of the lawn chairs, sunbathing and enjoying the get together. The conversation continued…

“Why not you Jason? It’s clear by now you know the sort of people you’re surrounded with here today. You know our caliber of talent and the influence we once have on the wrestling industry. Even to this day.”

Jason couldn’t argue that point, even if he tried. He just nodded and kept on listening.

“There’s not much we haven’t done in the wrestling world Jason. And there’s surely not much I’ve personally not done in the financial world. Looking around right this moment, I see upwards of 40 plus championships. Perhaps more if I think a bit harder. Every man or woman here is financially set for life, a few 3 or 4 times over. We’ve enjoyed much success. But… Our time was cut short I feel. We were and are an unstoppable unit that commands respect and valor. Yet, backstage issues and politics played a part in ensuring our reign would be cut a bit short. That along with real life… Matters…”

Jason knew what this guy was talking about. He had heard about all the madness surrounding them and their entire “family” years back. He had thought they were all either dead or perhaps even incarcerated by now. Boy was he wrong. He quickly looked to Jason from behind those trademark dark sunglasses of his before speaking again…

“Whomever sought to end what you see before you Jason…? Was unsuccessful. Though diligent in their efforts, we still remain… Perhaps not in the exact manner as before, yet we still remain, intact…That’s the sort of collection you see before you Jason. There’s a saying that goes… Everything that has a beginning, shall surely have an end. For years I would believe this to be fact. Yet, me sitting here with you today, as well as my comrades, my brethren, proves otherwise…”

“But to be a part of such a component, one has to be bred for it. It’s not something one can simply claim to be in possession of nor is it something that happens over night. An old friend of mine always said…”

He paused, clearly thinking of the old friend he spoke of, almost as if he was wondering where the man was right now.. He continued..

“… He always said that… You don’t’ choose the family… The family chooses…You…Simply put, not everyone can be a part of this family. It’s something that lies deep within an individual that allows for them to be able to operate in such an company, and to also excel within said company…Furthering their personal and financial aspirations and goals for their own life.. Not many posses those vital tools and attributes needed for such a thing…But…Generra, as well as myself, believe you Jason, do in fact possess enough to become…. Family…The Family remains Jason…See with your own eyes…”

[Jason Youngblood]

Jason looked around the place, seeing that he was right… In a way. Not everyone was here he thought but a lot of the key players were. Which was more than Jason thought he would ever know. He took a quick and long swig from the beer in his hand as he listened to this king of sorts speak to him, his arm being brushed lightly by the flowing sundress from the blonde woman he spoke to moments ago, as she and her beau left the scene headed back across the pool area. Now there was only Jason and his would be tutor left to speak in private. And then, yet another face from the past would arrive. This he was unmistakable Jason thought. Last Jason heard, he was wrestling in New York. After that, who knew. But it looked as if the king of new york showed his face for the gala as well. He should have known.

A few moments of silence passed before Jason spoke up…

“Well, thank you for thinking that much of me. I guess it’s all in the eye of the beholder huh? Guess that old saying is true…”

His new tutor if you would, only nodded as they both looked back to the gathering before them. Then, as if he thought there wouldn’t be any more arrivals, there was yet another face from the past arriving at the assembly. This one was a shock to see. Not because of who it was or that Jason didn’t think they all were affiliated with one another anymore… But because this same guy had wrestled on the last Brash show against St. Star & his buddy Seth Owens. The Starr quality just seemed to pour in and pour in…Jason just shook his head, as he went on..

“You guys really are a family aren’t you? This is amazing. I feel like I’m dreaming almost….”

The guy Jason had just spotted entering, looked in their direction, raising a hand as if greeting their host for the day. Jason looked over to him, seeing the smile in his face as he responded..

“Los Angeles’ finest…Glad he could make it…”

Jason didn’t even comment, having his own questions brewing in his head right now, he kind of started to just blurt them out all at once.

“So let me ask you this… What happened with all of that madness a few years ago? I mean… Was that ever found out who was behind it all? What connection does Generra have to all of you? Are you guys plotting some sort of takeover? I can’t see you guys just sitting by idly and not planning something. Just helping guys like me out for what reason?”

The man just chuckled a bit. But only a small amount because of the severity of the events that took place but a few years ago. He retorted with ..

“Well, Jason… The events of a few years past matter not my good man… They matter not. Said events… Took a toll on us yes.. We lost some close members of our social circles yes… But… All is not lost of course…There are of course some loose ends to be tied so to speak but.. Those issues neither concern you or warrant your involvement Jason. At least not right of this moment…”

Jason heard the “at least not right of this moment” part and kind of paused, raising an eyebrow, wondering what that meant. Before he could ask, the man’s voice chimed in again with…

“Generra is someone close and dear to me…An old friend from days residing in Venice actually. We were part of a few… Committees, simultaneously, if you will. That’s how she was brought into the fold… She’s a…. Excellent procurer of aptitude I suppose you could say. Her eye for talent is something very rare Jason. The ability to spot and assess talent as well as what situations it would flourish the most within… That’s something…Very rare… Only other I recall with such a gift was, L---“

He paused instantly, his entire demeanor changing almost in a split second. He didn’t finish the sentence and Jason looked over to him wondering where he was going with it. He watched as the man took a slow sip from his glass, before letting out a small sigh, and continuing on…

“She’s very… Very good at what she does Jason. She’s perhaps the best… Right now anyway, at what she does. It was her plan all along to usher you into the fold of Money maker Inc. Something I believe will benefit you greatly in the near future. It should catapult you to stardom if you allow it. “

Jason raised an eyebrow once again, this time commenting…

“Don’t you mean, catapult Money Maker Inc into stardom?”

Jason waited for an answer, seeing the man look over to him with a devilish grin before responding with..

“Hm?... Ah... Yes... Of course....Money Maker Inc...

A slight pause, And then…

“Takeover you say? Ha Ha. My newfound friend and student… You have quite the imagination don’t you? Let it be known Jason, that if that ever is in the works, you’d never know it was coming son. Never in a million years.”

That didn’t really answer his question. Only made him think that maybe that was what they were planning. Lord knows these guys always had something up their sleeve he thought. He opened his mouth to ask yet another question, but was halted by the man’s hand as he exclaimed…

“Relax, Jason. We have 2 more days to work on that brain of yours. No need to make haste. What i have to pass on to you won't take much time, believe me. Very simple really, very... So...Let’s.. Enjoy the festivities shall we? Go mingle a bit and get acquainted. See if this is worth your time or not…We’ll speak again later. Enjoy.”

Jason was anxious to find out more. To learn more about the outfit surrounding him right now. But maybe the guy was right. Maybe he should just relax for a few and take all of this in. And that’s what he did. He looked around, seeing how much fun they were having, their interaction… They were indeed family as they said they were. Still in awe, Jason stood from his seat, glass in hand and proceeded towards the pool to join in on the carousing. He just knew that any second now, he’d awaken and this would all be a dream. It had to be.


_END DAY 1:

[Jason Youngblood]

_DAY 2:

“.. I mean you wouldn’t believe… I just… I’ve felt overwhelmed.. Honored to even be here right now really…”

The words spoken into the cell phone in his hand as he lay In the bed on his back staring up at the ceiling. The night was full of partying, reminiscing as well as sharing tricks of the trade with the others here. And what an abundance of tricks they possessed he thought. Whomever he was on the phone with just listened mostly while he told how much he had already learned and how it all made him feel. Seeing that he was on the phone for nearly a half hour now, he spoke into the phone once again..

“But look, I gotta go. I’ll try to call later. No telling what they have in store today. Should be fun though…Yeah ok… I will… Love you too babe.”

And with that he hit the END button on the phone ending the call. He laid there for a few more minutes, staring at the ceiling still, before pulling the phone to his face and dialing another number. He waited for an answer but it never came. The voice mail did however, and he left a message real quick…

“Hey just trying to get in contact with you to see how you’re doing. You won’t believe where I am right now or better yet, who I’m with right now. I’ll tell you about it later though. I’ll try to get by to see you after the pay per view show. If not I’ll just give you a call. Love you.”

Again he ended the call and sat up on the bed he was in, staring around the room, and ultimately out of the huge window a few feet away from his bed. There was a night stand, where a lamp and a few books were stacked together right next to the bed. He reached over, fumbling through the books he pulled one out and just laughed as he looked at it in his hand. Staring at the cover he thought that this was some of the funniest shit he’d ever read before.









“Ha Ha!!! This guy here.. Hilarious. Man, those were the days…”

And they were. A time where it made even other wrestlers into fans of the game. Things had changed a whole lot since then. A whole lot. He placed the book back on the nightstand just shaking his head in awe of the information in that book. A lot of which wasn’t comedy as you’d think, some of it really applied. That guy knew what he was talking about.

A second later he’d noticed yet another book, one that he hadn’t read before but one he could have sworn Shawn read at one time in the past. He picked it up, bringing it up to eye level and just laughed hysterically at what was written on the cover alone.



Jason sat there with a huge smile on his face thinking about Shawn’s current situation with Shayne, and then with Ashley Milano, and even had heard another rumor about him and this Sunrise Daniels chick. He couldn’t confirm the latter but Shayne & Ashley were enough to make him say outloud to himself…

“Yeah. That’s him alright. They’d probably do whatever he asks them too including selling it…Crazy…”

He got up from his bed, tossing the second book back on the nightstand, got dressed in casual clothing that he had brought with him for the 3 day retreat and then proceeded with Stepping into the bathroom he turned and looked back to his room area…



“Man do they know how to treat a fella… God bless you Generra…”

He made his way into the bathroom, making his way to the sink a few feet away and turned on the water. Starting in on brushing his teeth, he thought about what could possibly come from all of this. Would they hold info that would help him keep this Undisputed title longer than anyone expected? Would they help him to become one of what they would call “elite”? He knew it’d benefit him in the long run. It’d benefit anyone honestly. He just wondered what exactly did this guy see in him, and what did he see needed to be added to put him over the top?

[Jason Youngblood]

Before he could turn the water from the sink off, a knock at the door could be heard. He slowly turned making his way towards the door while responding…

“Coming. One sec…”

Finally reaching the door, he turned the knob opening it to see a face that wasn’t FAMILIAr actually. That was a shock he thought. It was a young woman, very attractive and scantily dressed already this early in the morning. Guess the partying wasn’t over Jason figured…

“Good morning. Slept well I hope?”

“Oh yeah. Wonderfully.”

“Good. When you finished getting situated, you can meet with him downstairs in his office. Oh, I’d hurry if I were you too.”

“Why’s that?”

“He’s impatient. So, you’d better get going.”

Before he could say anything the young woman had left his doorway, Jason stepped out into the hall a bit to check her out one last time. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. He ducked back in his room and finished getting ready to meet with the guys again. He grabbed his cell phone, as well as his sunglasses, placing them on his head as he made way for the door. In a second he found himself out in the hallway closing the door behind him. He then proceeded towards the end of the hallway, for the stairs to go find his new mystery tutor of sorts.

As he made his way down the stairs, he could hear 2 voices. He expected they were coming from the office he was headed to and just followed them for the time being. Before he knew it he was at the door of the office, seeing that the door was partly open already. He waited for a second and looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then placed a small knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Hearing confirmation, he entered the office, his eyes widening yet again at how it looked…



He stepped into the office, staggered by the appearance of the office. He didn’t know why when he’d seen how these guys rolled already, and he should have expected something even more immaculate actually.

He glanced around the room for a few seconds before looking to the woman seated in the chair a few feet from him. He still couldn’t place her name but recalled seeing her sunbathing the day before by the pool. The GM lady from up north in Toronto. Jason was just bad with names lately 

The chair across would be where mr. royalty himself probably sat, and that one remained empty. So much for him being impatient, he wasn’t even here Jason thought. The FAMILIAr face in the seat stood to her feet, offering her seat which Jason respectfully declined with the show of his hand raising. She kindly took the seat again, as he began to walk around the office slowly glancing over some of the pictures, trophies, title betls plastered all along the wall. There was stuff from New York, to Toronto, to Detroit, to Chicago, and back to New York again all over the walls. The pictures amazed him the most, seeing some old ones that peeked his interest a bit. He spoke while walking and taking in everything…

“A lot of history in this room I see… Wow….Funny but… I remember most of this stuff too. Kinda makes me feel old in a way. I even rem---“

He stopped suddenly, trying to place the face he saw on the wall in front of him. Last he saw that face was during the promotion from Toronto’s 1st season in business. Stocky built, blonde haired man… A quite attractive blonde haired woman standing beside him, and also his royal host for the week was in the picture as well. The pic looked to be at least 10 years old and he wondered what ever happened to that guy with the blonde hair. He recalled dude was pretty good in the ring before a career ending injury which propelled him into management occupations afterwards. Was strange how the guy just… Disappeared though. Too strange.

Jason slowly reached out to touch the picture, to probably retrieve and observe it closer, but a millisecond before his hand could do so…

“Enjoying the legacy are we Mr. Youngblood…?”

The voice had startled him, causing him to jerk his hand back and almost knock over one of the championship titles beneath it on the wall. He caught it, thank god, and placed it back in it’s place. Turning to his host for the week, a small grin on his face he apologized for his short comings only seconds ago…

“Um.. Sorry about that, I was just…”

“Nonsense. No harm done Jason. Please, let’s have a seat shall we?”

“Uh, sure ok.”

Jason proceeded towards the seat that was offered him merely minutes ago, as the woman stood from it and began her way towards the door, to give them some privacy. Seconds later Jason could hear the door slowly shut close, and he and his new tutor if you will, both took their respective seats.

Before a word could be spoken, a image was suddenly on the screen of the nearly 70 inch television monitor a few feet away. It was a still image of the beginning of his match with Shia Storm a few days ago. He only shook his head, looking back to mr. royalty himself…

“I had a feeling you were gonna do this…”

His host/tutor for the evening, only smirked a bit, retrieving the remote control from his desk, and blindly pressing the play button..

“Then there’s no reason to wait any longer. Let’s begin shall we..?”

[Jason Youngblood]

**Back at the pool area**

Not all of the family members would be around for the 2nd day of relaxation and reflection. All that remained now were the former GM lady from mr. royalty’s office, the pimp & the enforcer of the crew, los angeles’ finest, tommy & the king of new york himself.

Tommy & mr. pimpilicious as he was called by the ladies at the party a day earlier, sat by the pool, only a few ladies this time around, and something that resembled gangster rap blasting from nearby speakers. The 2 men sat passing a blunt back and forth between the 2 of them, Tommy remained standing and pacing back & forth, while the smaller of the two of them, with his pimp hat and ric flair-esque robe firmly in place on his person, stretched out on one of the lawn chairs. It was clear both men were fried out of their minds, but at least Tommy was holding it together. There was a decent sized television screen about 10 feet away from where they sat, both men with their eyes fixated on it as they engaged in small talk..

“So what’s the deal with this Jason kid man? He got any skills?”

Tommy just kind of shrugged, taking a long hit from the blunt in his hand. He exhaled some of the smoke as he spoke in response.

“Shit, that n***a’s aiight. He aiight. He can do a lil’ somethin’ in the ring. He decent. Guess ya’ll must think somethin’ of him. G dig him too so what can I say? I’m just the trigga man. N***a like me losing work nowadays. Back in the day I’d be punchin’ somebody in ‘dey fuckin throat by now. I ain’t even got ma’ hands dirty this year my n***a. Damn shame pimpin’.”

“Yeah. I feel ya man, I feel ya. Game ain’t the same no more homeboy. You ever sit down to watch some of the bullshit they call wrestlin’ nowadays man?”

Tommy only shook his head, confirming the word “no” just as he passed the blunt back to his long time associate…

“Now n***a you kno’ damn well I ain’t eva’ gave a fuck ‘bout no wrestling. I just roll wit’ ya’ll n***as”

“Check it out sometime when ya’ can…”

Leaning to the side, adjusting his pimp hat he hit the blunt a few times before going on, like letting the coming part marinate just a bit before serving it to the conversation. Then..

“The muthafuckas at the top of the game now? Woulda’ been at the bottom when we was doin’ pimp. No joke. You talkin’ about some sorry asses and no damn mic skills. I mean… Cats sound like Matt Hardy on the microphone out there. Talkin’about they run something or…. Their little group of wrestlers is the best thing ever to happen since… Man… I cant’ even fix my mouth to say the shit you hear when you turn that bullshit on…Sad as shit dude, sad as shit. That’s why I couldn’t even bring myself to do it again right now dude. I’d have one of these damn world champions laid out crying face first in a used maxi pad pimp. Pfftt…Wanksta asses.”

Tommy chuckled a bit hearing his homeboy ramble off about the wrestling industry. Tommy himself wasn’t much of a sport man. Unless that sport was hunting somebody’s ass for cash that is. He sat down on a nearby lawn chair himself, getting a bit comfortable while as he responded..

“Heh Heh.. N***a you a funny mufucka man…Fa’real…”

“I’m just saying pimp, that’s all I’m just sayin’. All the real ones is gone. Even the bitches is wack… ‘Cept that Madi$on broad. Man that girl can get it anyday of the week and twice on Sunday. Man… A white girl with a donkey ass. Shit’s unbelievable. Somethin’s in the water bro-ham, I can co-sign on that one…”

Still chuckling a bit, Tommy reached his hand out exclaiming..

“Yeah Yeah whateva’, puff puff pass n***a, puff puff pass…”

[Jason Youngblood]

**15 minutes later:**

The footage of the match between he and Shia Storm faded out, as Jason leaned back in his chair. The man across from him was only staring in his direction, his eyes suggesting he was expecting Jason to say something in particular..

“What…?”

He only let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair as he tossed the remote control atop of the desk separating himself and his newest student of the game.

“What bothers you most about that match, Jason? His performance? Your performance? The loss itself? What’s the key article you notice about it, watching it again….?”

Jason thought about it for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling as if attempting to conjure up his own thoughts. Then looking back across the desk..

“My performance. I felt like I could have been better prepared. I clearly wasn’t ready and I can admit that. I took the man lightly. Too lightly actually. I should’ve…”

He stopped talking seeing his new teacher of sorts, shaking his head back and forth, as if telling him he was dead wrong. Hell the look in his face told that much, that’s exactly what he was thinking. Then…

“What, is that wrong or something?”

“Jason… The thing that bothers me most about this match, is the fact that he should not even have been in said match…End… Of story…”

And with that, Jason just stared aimlessly across the desk. This guy’s glare wavered not in the least the entire time, Jason sat there dumbfounded. What did he mean by that anyway?

“There are privileges that come along with becoming a champion, Jason. There are options, and believe me in this line of work, options are a beautiful thing. The ball is always in your court when you hold the most precious and viable object in your field Jason. Which, as of this moment, you do. Yet you allowed him to lure you into playing his game. For his own possible advancement. We both know any number of men upon the roster as of right now, could have challenged for that title you carry around your waist Jason… Why would you allow him of all people to do so? And if you simply couldn’t refuse the opportunity to bash his brains Jason…? Make him jump through every hoop he could possibly conceive. Never give away what is sought after. You make them pay Jason… With blood, sweat, tears & emotion. Drain them so much that once they see a glimmer of hope concerning even touching the definitive trophy you hold, they have not the vigor nor the desire to even think of challenging you for what is rightfully… Yours…. Mind games Jason… It’s your most important tool, bar none.”

“If you fail to realize & use that fact Jason.. You won’t be champion for long… And perhaps… Ever again…You can’t rely solely on brute force. Not solely… It’s only yet another tool to be used… At only the precise moment my friend…”

Jason listened intently, focusing his eyes & ears on word and every bit of movement the man spoke to him. He knew this information to be true, to the point where once he heard it, he felt as if he’d already known it. He slightly nodded, still soaking all of the information in..

“Utilize what I’m going to give you during our time together, and I promise you’ll enjoy countless moments of success in this industry. But first things first… Concerning your upcoming title defense… I have a proposal you should consider, which may help you succeed in retaining that Undisputed championship… So please, take notes…”

[Jason Youngblood]

**Back at the pool area**

“So what’s ‘dis new broad about he keep talkin’ ‘bout? She legit n***a?”

“Yeah from what I can tell she is home skillet. Seen her in action. Girl got skills and with a last name like the one she got you already know she connected. Shits like clock work. Wonder what his ass is up to though. Dude wasn’t even worried about the wrestling game for a few years and now he got his hand in it every which way… But ol’ girl? Yeah. Fine as a motherfucka’ too.”

“Pssh. That n***a probably already hit it too knowin’ his ho-ish ass.”

“Ha Ha you probably right! If not him or the prodigy somebody will soon enuff, bet!”

The two men enjoyed a brief moment of laughter over the storied reputation of their royal cohort so to speak. A few moments would pass as the laughter slowly but surely subsided, the blunt still being passed back and forth. Before they even knew it both sets of both men’s eyes were fixated on the nearby television screen, not on anything in particular for that fact, but just burning time along with burning marijuana. Then, the pimp of the crew would turn his attention back towards Tommy, eyes narrowed a bit with a serious tone in his voice..

“So when’s the last time you talked to homeboy man?”

Tommy only glanced in his partners direction for a micro second before looking away back towards the television…

“Ain’t seen that n***a and ain’t talked to him eitha’. Shit’s crazy. N***a might done said fuck tha’ fam real talk..”

Tommy looked over again, to see a look of disbelief on the face of mr. pimpilicious himself.

“You saprized? You seen that little speech he did a few joints back, n***a didn’t sound like he was feelin’ the fam at all. I gots mad luv for dude all damn day tho’ cuz he kept it real. N***a said what he wanted to fuckin’ say dog. Hell.. Everybody got the fuck outta dodge after all ‘dat drama went down. Yea’ shit got handled… In a way.. But damn pimp. Mothafucka’s was spread out all over man. I ain’t see none of ya’ll n***as for like 2 years, real talk.”

Tommy had received the blunt back from his long time running buddy, taking a long drag off of it and taking it and glancing over it again. Readjusting it in his grasp he positioned so it didn’t burn his finger tips before taking yet another hit. This one much longer and deeper. After that he lowered the blunt and went in again..

“And shit still ain’t really ova’ dog.”

His partner looked to him with a raised eyebrow not knowing what he was talking about.

“What the hell you talkin’ about dude? No drama been goin’ down lately so…”

“Believe dat shit if ya’ wanna. I rolls with ol’ boy 24/7 n***a. Back and forth to Venice and shit. Back to the states. Back to Canada. I done traveled more than any black man in the history of the world n***a. Fa’ real. Fucked up shit is, I cain’t even figga’ out what dude is up to man. First time eva’ I ain’t been able to read what this n***a was doin’. Crazy…”

Removing his pimp hat, the most pimpish of them all sat up in his lawn chair, cocking his head back in a inquisitive manner before asking the question…

“Mothafuckas still tracking him huh?”

“Believe so pimp, believe so…Damn feds don’t’ quit you know dat. Thing is I feel like dude got somethin’ brutal planned fo’ they ass. That one bastard jus’ won’t stop lookin’ for him so I know he got somethin’ up his sleeve dats gonna end it for good. I can feel it pimp, I can feel it.”

“That’s the weed son. Ya’ smoke too damn much.”

“Look at dis bitch here…”

"Say what?”

“No n***a look at dis bitch here.”

Tommy’s hand raised pointing towards the mysterious limo that had just arrived seconds ago. Tommy saw the car arrive during their conversation on dire situations concerning the family, but kept quiet until he saw the woman step from the back of the vehicle, her statuesque body shifting his attention from that of the convo to her appearance alone.

“Damn baby bangin’ aint’ she..?”

His only words as the driver had removed himself from the driver’s position to the back door opening it for the lady to take her leave and officially make her arrival. Mr Pimp or Die squinted his eyes, as he removed his Las Vegas player shades from his eyes, seeing just who it was with a smile on his face…

“Ah shit. That’s her dude. Been tearing it up all through Japan. Need to call her ass Ms. Hardbody…Look… At that… Ass!”

And both men did just that, their words coming to a complete halt the entire time she was escorted up the walkway to the front door by two physically massive men whom had exited the mansion only moments ago. Before they knew it she had vanished into the house, as they looked back to one another…

“Damn. I wouldn’t pay her ass in trident gum but I’d damn sure pay her ass in hard dick. Boy , boy, boy!

Tommy only nodded slightly agreeing with...

"Church n***a... Church....No doubt..."

[Jason Youngblood]

**Back in the royal office**


Jason's eyes remain downcast towards the floor in front of him between his own two feet. He listened to what was offered to him. Information. Dire information that could help propel him into superstardom he thought. Something he had desperately and honestly grew to lust after. Being champion wasn't enough for him anymore. The title itself was slowly becoming an afterthought, even though it was also like a talisman of his recent accomplishments in the business of professional wrestling.

A slight pause ensued from this new tutor of his, before his words continued...

"I can see in your eyes you're beginning to understand how much of this game is mental, over how much is physical. Any man can out perform any other on any given night Jason. Your primary focus should always be the one who's focused on out thinking that same man. Mind over matter Jason. It's the most important lesson I can give you here today. It will never fail you, even in times when you believe it has. You'll soon find that you were incorrect. Out think a man and you automatically assume the position of power, and he'll find himself scrambling to find a rope of hope to pull himself up from the decrepit place of wallow and failure you've placed him within. This much I can promise..."

He only nodded his head before responding...

"I... I understand now... The ball is in my court. I make the rules we're going to play by. it's up to me to make it as difficult as humanly possible for them to even have a chance to take what's mine..."

Another slight pause...

"Infuriate them... To the point where they focus solely on the physical... While I stay collected... And... And remain focused on the ... Mental..."

A sly grin appeared on the face of his new career tutor, signaling that Jason was already beginning to make progress. The precise development hismajesty was hoping for. He only leaned back into his seat, locking eyes with Jason as his student kept on...

"I... I think I'm starting to get how the whole thing works now. I get why..."

He paused for only a second..

"I know what I need to do now. I really know.... What I need to do now."

And he did. Jason's mind was beginning to evolve. His thought process. The subjects of his thought process. Everything. Was beginning to change right before his eyes. It was as if the veil had been lifted, showing him the full spectrum of what he had been missing.

"Manipulation is my greatest asset in this war. Isn't it?"

"Precisely. Embrace it, as one of your stable mates would say... Embrace it."

Jason stood up from his chair, shaking his head back and forth as he began to pace around the lavish office space, his hands clasped together behind his head. His mind racing and starting formulate just how his career would go from now on. He could almost see the future before him, just how every situation would play out, or better yet, how he would force it to play out. Manipulate. Create.

Quickly he turned back to hismajesty, with a question...

"Why do I get the feeling all of this you're promising to teach me isn't for free...?"

The man still seated in his chair only smiled at Jason, rocking a bit in the chair as a knock could be heard at his office door. Motioning his hand towards the door he posed the question to Jason..

"Would you mind...?"

Staring at him for a split second, Jason shook his head before making his way to the door. Once there, he turned the knob and opened the door, the other side revealing someone he hadn't seen before. A young woman. A very attractive young woman, stepping forward into the room after a quick eye wink in Jason's direction.

He slowly closed the door back behind the new occupant of the office room, turning to see hismajesty rise from his seat, and meet here opposite side of the office desk, the 2 of them engaging in a friendly hug. Jason couldn't help but to stare. She was beyond gorgeous.

After the small peck she placed upon his cheek, she turned smiling at Jason once more while his would be tutor chimed in...

"Relax Mr. Sin-Sation, relax. I offer what assistance I can to those who carry themselves as if they are worthy. That is all. There is only one small, tiny, minute, favor I ask of you Jason. Only one..."

He stepped away from his new, most attractive guest, before making his way back to the desk he occupied only seconds ago, retrieving a folder from atop of the desk. With his arm outstretched towards Jason, the exchange took place.

Taking the folder into his hands, he stared at his would be teacher for a few seconds before raising the folder almost to eye level before opening.

Once he opened it, he saw one single picture inside...

Only one...

One of a man... He knew quite well... One of a man many wished would fall from his pedestal...

One men from miles and miles away would give an arm to only get an inkling of a chance to take this man out of the business of professional wrestling.

A man... Jason knew quite well...

He looked to hismajesty, this time seeing a look of near rage... Of near lust & disgust, seemingly aimed at the man whom Jason witnessed within said folder. He was greatly confused, not knowing what to say. And then...

"That is the only thing... I require your help with Jason... The only thing....His time has past. Procure me the assistance to make sure it's confirmed to him vehemently... And you will be rewarded greatly... Many... Times... Over...."

Jason looked back down to the folder, then back to the mystery man. Offering only a head nod... Feeling that he could indeed help ridding the wrestling world of this man. This legend of a man. Whose head was wanted on a platter by so many, for so many years. Then...

"Wh... What do you want me to do?"

_END DAY 2