A Painful Goodbye
Apr 10, 2023 22:36:30 GMT -6
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Post by Dominic Sanders on Apr 10, 2023 22:36:30 GMT -6
Monday April 10th, 2023
StrangleMania XVIII
11:30 PM CST (After the Show)
Peru
Chris Page and Dominic Sanders are done celebrating Page’s victory over Phoenix Winterborn in the locker room. Page finishes packing his bag and stands up, ready to go to the car in the parking garage.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah. Go ahead… I will be there in a second.”
Page nods and exits the locker room. Sanders, sitting inside of a locker, looks down at something in his hand and grasps at it tightly. A small tear is seen rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away with the back of a clenched fist and looks at the camera in front of him. He sniffs away another tear and takes a deep breath.
“June 17th, 2019. That’s a day that I will never forget. It was the last time that my friend Iggy Swango and I ever stood in opposite corners… at least as true enemies. Sure, there would be times where DSR Volume 2 and the Diamond Dogs would face off, but we still loved each other at those moments. On that night in 2019, I beat her and then I offered her the greatest peace offering she could ever wish for: a Prince guitar with her name on it.”
Sanders smiles lightly with another tear rolling down his cheek.
“On that day, I didn’t know that she would become one of my best friends on the entire planet. Through the peace offering, she joined America’s Most Hated. From there, we felt virtually unstoppable. We had adventures together. Drank piña coladas together. Sang songs together. Danced together. Fought together. With Melody Malone, Clay Byrd, Ethan Alexander, DJ Frank, Rory Hyland… we ruled the EWC together. America’s Most Hated could, and maybe should, be the first true stable inducted into the EWC Hall of Fame. But even if that never happens, no one will ever be able to take away the memories that we all shared together.”
Sanders clenches his fist tight around the object in his hand.
“Iggy… You were there when times were tough. You were there when times were fun. You were a bridesmaid in my wedding to Cora Whittaker. You were… family. And now?”
Sanders chokes up a tad, taking a strong gulp of breath.
“Now you’re gone. But you will never… and God damnit I mean NEVER… be forgotten. You’re a fucking rockstar. You’re a poet. A lyricist. A genius. And now? You’re a Hall-of-Famer. And you deserve it. God damnit… you deserve it.”
Sanders takes a deep breath, still fighting back tears, despite them still sneaking out.
“YOU… ARE… EVERYTHING. And we all know it. Iggy Swango… I love you. I miss you. And you will always be a part of me. You are no longer America’s Most Hated… you are America’s Most Beloved.”
Sanders nods his head as another tear rolls down his cheek. He stands up and walks over to his right. The camera pans over to see the Prince guitar with Iggy Swango’s name on it sitting in the locker room. Sanders opens up his fist and we see a golden guitar pick in his palm. Sanders rolls it into his fingers and places the pick between the strings of the guitar.
“Play us a song, Lady Stardust. Play that mother fucker hard, loud, and beautifully.”
Sanders runs his hand along the neck of the guitar and then walks away, leaving the locker room. The camera stays on the guitar, which shines in the light of the locker room before finally fading to black.
StrangleMania XVIII
11:30 PM CST (After the Show)
Peru
Chris Page and Dominic Sanders are done celebrating Page’s victory over Phoenix Winterborn in the locker room. Page finishes packing his bag and stands up, ready to go to the car in the parking garage.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah. Go ahead… I will be there in a second.”
Page nods and exits the locker room. Sanders, sitting inside of a locker, looks down at something in his hand and grasps at it tightly. A small tear is seen rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away with the back of a clenched fist and looks at the camera in front of him. He sniffs away another tear and takes a deep breath.
“June 17th, 2019. That’s a day that I will never forget. It was the last time that my friend Iggy Swango and I ever stood in opposite corners… at least as true enemies. Sure, there would be times where DSR Volume 2 and the Diamond Dogs would face off, but we still loved each other at those moments. On that night in 2019, I beat her and then I offered her the greatest peace offering she could ever wish for: a Prince guitar with her name on it.”
Sanders smiles lightly with another tear rolling down his cheek.
“On that day, I didn’t know that she would become one of my best friends on the entire planet. Through the peace offering, she joined America’s Most Hated. From there, we felt virtually unstoppable. We had adventures together. Drank piña coladas together. Sang songs together. Danced together. Fought together. With Melody Malone, Clay Byrd, Ethan Alexander, DJ Frank, Rory Hyland… we ruled the EWC together. America’s Most Hated could, and maybe should, be the first true stable inducted into the EWC Hall of Fame. But even if that never happens, no one will ever be able to take away the memories that we all shared together.”
Sanders clenches his fist tight around the object in his hand.
“Iggy… You were there when times were tough. You were there when times were fun. You were a bridesmaid in my wedding to Cora Whittaker. You were… family. And now?”
Sanders chokes up a tad, taking a strong gulp of breath.
“Now you’re gone. But you will never… and God damnit I mean NEVER… be forgotten. You’re a fucking rockstar. You’re a poet. A lyricist. A genius. And now? You’re a Hall-of-Famer. And you deserve it. God damnit… you deserve it.”
Sanders takes a deep breath, still fighting back tears, despite them still sneaking out.
“YOU… ARE… EVERYTHING. And we all know it. Iggy Swango… I love you. I miss you. And you will always be a part of me. You are no longer America’s Most Hated… you are America’s Most Beloved.”
Sanders nods his head as another tear rolls down his cheek. He stands up and walks over to his right. The camera pans over to see the Prince guitar with Iggy Swango’s name on it sitting in the locker room. Sanders opens up his fist and we see a golden guitar pick in his palm. Sanders rolls it into his fingers and places the pick between the strings of the guitar.
“Play us a song, Lady Stardust. Play that mother fucker hard, loud, and beautifully.”
Sanders runs his hand along the neck of the guitar and then walks away, leaving the locker room. The camera stays on the guitar, which shines in the light of the locker room before finally fading to black.
