INDYSPUTED IS DEAD.

[JFS]

------ DECEMBER 14TH, 2020

Stitches covers Sharpe, hooking both legs!

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….3!

DING DING DING

Stitches collapses, rolling off of Sharpe onto the canvas. The ring announcer enters the ring, stepping over the fallen gladiators.

Dobrev: Here is your winner, via pinfall, and NEWWWWW UNDISPUTED EWC CHAMPION... STITCHES THE CLOWN!

The referee with one hand on the Undisputed Title tries to get Stitches to his feet, but Stitches snatches the Undisputed Title and holds it as tight as he can to his face ……

----- LATER ON.

Jordan Sharpe sits in his locker room. He is by himself. He’s still sweaty. He’s still panting. He is no longer EWC Undisputed Champion.

#INDYSPUTED IS DEAD.

We gave it our all, right? That is LITERALLY the best we could possibly do … right?

“When do I ever not try my best? I mean it’s right in the name, Simply the Best.”

Not tonight we weren’t.

“Yeah you can shut the fuck up too.”

No need to get feisty. 

“I had it all. Right here in my hands I had it all and I fucking choked. When the lights were on bright, like I always talk about, I let it slip through my fingers. I let them all down. Again.”

Getting down on ourselves won’t bring it all back. 

“Well FUCK!”

Jordan grabs a beanbag chair out of the corner of the room and hurls it at the television mounted on the wall. It does absolutely nothing, because of course they won’t let him have real chairs anymore.

Well that didn’t do shit.

“God DAMNIT!” 

He paces the room for a minute, trying to cool off. Finally he grabs a chocolate milk out of his mini fridge and takes a drink.

You know …. We’ve still got the other one ….

Jordan whirls around as his eyes catch his beautiful, gleaming, EWC Indy Championship. He sighs.

“You’re right. Ol’ reliable is still with us.”

He stares at it for a moment and then finishes off his chocolate milk. He throws it in the corner, the crowd from WrestleFest still drilling into his brain like a Black & Decker.

“I’m fucking sorry, okay? I know you guys were friends. I TRIED!”

They will try to take her from us, you know that right? We will fight them. We will get our way.

He thinks about arguing, but he knows it would be horseshit to try. His locker room door swings open, and there stands Kuroiki …

---- AFTER A WHILE, CROCODILE.

Jordan Sharpe’s car leaves the airport. He is sitting in the back with Carley California. On the way home on Gabi’s private jet with his friends he was able to hide it, but the rain has now put a damper on his mood. He stares out the window as the highway and sighs. Carley speaks up.

“I can tell you’re bummed out, babe. I know you were really looking forward to winning that match and everything, but I’m still proud of you. You went out there and gave it your all like you always do. You don’t need to feel down on yourself about that. Besides, we can get the title back! And you still have the Indy Title! You’re still the number one guy on Prime!”

Maybe she’s right. Maybe we’re just not cut out to be the Undisputed Champ. There’s always Prime ….. Let’s leave the world title stuff to the big guys.

“Shut up!!”

“Excuse me!?!?”

“SORRY! Not you, honey! MY STUPID BRAIN!”

She smacks him on the head.

OW! WTF!

“Don’t let that stupid brain tell you you’re not good enough. I have worked way too long and way too damn hard for you to play the poor pitiful Jordan route and be all mopy. You’re gonna DEFEND that Indy Title and then you’re gonna WIN that Undisputed back, you got me?”

“Yes dear. Of course dear.”

She pats him on the leg.

“That’s a good boy. Carley wants another big Championship cash bonus. And Carley always gets what she wants, right?”

Ohh yeah.

“Yes she does.”

------ THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 2ND.

Jordan is halfway through a nap on his couch when Saidie comes blasting through the door scaring him like a Vietnam flashback as he falls to the floor.

“WHAT IN TARNATION IS THAT RACKET?!”

“JORDAN! EWC put out a top 100 superstars of the year for 2020! Did you look at it yet?!?”

“No I was dreaming of a life where I didn’t have a niece. Why? Where were you on the list?”

Saidie crosses her arms.

“You ass. I’m not on the list by the way. I had like what two matches or something?”

Carley comes running down from upstairs.

“Sweet Jesus since when do we RUN IN THIS HOUSE?!”

“Jordan. EWC put out a …”

“TOP ONE HUNDRED YES I’VE HEARD THE NEWS!”

She shoves her phone in his face as his eyes bulge out of his head.

“Well this has GOT TO BE A MISTAKE!”

Saidie pipes up.

“That’s what I thought! I did call the website, too! It’s legit!”

Jordan throws his hands up.

“You legit thought it was a mistake?!”

“Well ….. Yeah. You suck!”

She cackles and heads off to her room while Jordan just stares at Carley’s phone some more. He looks genuinely touched. 

“I’m …. I’m number one. I’m the best wrestler.”

“Yes, yes you are. My handsome man is number one! Feeling better now?!”

“YES … YES I THINK I AM. TONIGHT, WE ARE GETTING PIZZA. AND THEN I AM PUTTING A BABY IN YOU.”

Carley crosses her arms, and she does not look impressed.

Maybe just the pizza.

“Maybe … just the pizza.”

------ JANUARY 7TH. EWC HQ. OUTSIDE. IT'S COLD.

The doors of the EWC HQ open up and Jordan Sharpe, looking classy as ever with a nice ass new suit and Carley on his arm, is greeted with several reporters shoving mics in his face.

“JORDAN, WHAT WAS YOUR MEETING WITH EWC OFFICIALS ABOUT?”

“CAN YOU COMMENT ON THE STATUS OF THE INDY TITLE?”

“ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE PRIME, TELL US?”

“CAN YOU CHRISTEN MY CHILD?”

“GIVE US SOMETHING!”

Carley steps up.

“Jordan and I have nothing to comment on at this time. The nature of this meeting will be known in the near future. Keep watching EWC’s number one superstar!”

Jordan puts on his sunglasses and palm thrusts all of - makes his way through the reporters. 

---- JANUARY 18TH. AFTER EWC HONOURS.

Jordan is backstage, trying to pile all his EWC Honours trophies into a complimentary EWC Tote Bag as Carley and Saidie stand by. 

“I can’t believe this!”

“I KNOW! I was robbed of manager of the year! I made HIM champion!”

Saidie laughs.

“No, no. Jordan winning Wrestler of the Year! Now we’ll NEVER hear the end of this …”

Jordan turns around and has a big smile. 

“WOOOOOOO! WRESTLER OF THE YEAR!  FIVE AWARDS IN TOTAL! I could not have done it without my girls!”

He gives each of them a kiss on the cheek. Carley smiles and Saidie rubs it off like a damn child.

“I knew you could do it. 2020 was ‘freaking’ awesome for us!” 

“You’re damn right it was. I am pumped. What’s next?!”

“Candy said her and Robbie and Gabi are going to Red Mango down the street, wanna go?”

Is she insane? We’ll be mobbed walking down the street! 

“..... HELL YEAH! LET’S GOOOOOOOOO!”

He heaves the tote bag over his shoulder like some kind of weird Grinch as Carley grabs his hand. Jordan smiles at her.

“Y’know, Car, I think 2020 WAS pretty good …. Wait until they see what I do this year.”

FIN

Also President Biden invited us to his inauguration. Yeah that random segment from WrestleFest where he called us had a point. It circled back around to this. Everything we do has a point.