Will n' St.Croix aint nuthin ta fuck wit

[ADudeFromCLE]

June 6th. Stobhill Hospital, Glasgow, Scotland. 

Will Fenell, with a bandage wrapped round his head, signs his release papers and gathers his items from the counter, nods to the nurse and tells her thank you as Shea comes walking in from outside.

Shea: "We going to go visit Jim before we hit the road?"

Will looking a bit out of it as his mind seems to be somewhere else just shakes his head no as he slowly heads towards the door.

Will: "Naw, he and Tina left last night."

Shea: "Wait what?"

Will squints at the morning sun, he looks threw the plastic bag in his hand and finally pulls out a pair of shades, that are a bit bent.

Will: "Dammit...Huh? Oh. They left last night. Jim and I were talking about our plan of action for what happened, Christina walked in and put the kibosh on that."

Will always being the gentleman holds the door for his woman then they start walking down the sidewalk.

Shea: "How so?"

Will: "She came in, told Jim he was done, that he was going home, that they would still handle their financial responsibilities to the IWF but that they themselves were done. Then she looked me square in the eyes and told me to avoid Kole like he was leper."

Shea takes his hand as they walk.

Shea: "Well that ain’t going to happen."

Will: "Actually...it might."

Shea looks completely shocked now.

Shea: "How hard did he hit your head? This isn’t the Pitbull I know."

Will: "Because it wasn't Kole who attacked me."

Shea stops in her tracks looking completely confused now.

Shea: "Hun, he left his signature on the wall..."

Will turns to face his woman.

Will: "I've known Kole since he first stepped out of the board room and into a ring, hell I alongside my own teacher, David J Price, rest in peace, we trained that man. I know firsthand the power and strength he has. Whoever attacked me did not have that same power, didn’t have half that strength, if it was Kole he would have thrown me into the wall once and that would have been that, whoever did attack me had to do it three times before I was out."

Shea: "You didn't tell the doctors that"

Will: "We'd still be sitting in that hospital if I did, I'm ok. Head hurts a bit, the sun hurts my eyes, but that'll go away in a few days."

Will smiles and gives Shea a little spin, mostly so he can take a look at her ass looking THICC in dem jeans.

Will: "Sides I have the hottest nurse in the world taken care of me at home."

He winks at her before giving her a light kiss and they continue on with their walk with his arm up over her shoulder.

Shea: "So, you get to meet my parents this week, which should be fun. Promise to behave?"

He taps his head a grins.

Will: "Brain damage remember? If I wind up shitting on the living room floor rug just blame that."

Shea: "You better not."

Will: "I mean...I'll try not too but...you know...woooo"

He starts to stumble around acting like he's dizzy and she slaps him across the arm.

Shea: "You better behave or my pop is going to kill you."

Will: "Naw, ya mom's will be on my side, mothers love me, dey love dis good old southern mama's boy charm dat I gots."

Shea: "Oh and how many mothers have you met hmmmm?"

Will: "Enough to know ya respect dem as ya own or ya get a wooden spoon upside da head, and I can't really afford more head damage right now."

They both laugh a bit as Will stops and looks at a dinner.

Will: "Let's grab something to eat before catching our train. Dat ER food was better den what we get in the States but it barely filled a cavity."

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June 13th, just outside of Belfast, Northern Ireland, O'Hara residence. 

Will and Shea are saying their good buy's to her family as their taxi is waiting on them to take them to their next stop on their European tour. Will gives Mama O'Hara a big hug as Papa O'Hara is hugging his little girl. Will goes to shake the man’s hand and he looks Will square in the eye.

Papa O'Hara: "Ya watch over her ya hear?"

Will: "No doubt, but we both know she can handle most men on the roster let alone the Diamonds."

Papa O'Hara: "It's not in the ring I'm worried about."

He claps Will on the shoulder and they nod to each other with a firm handshake, Will and Shea head towards the taxi as all of her family is waving to them. They both slide into the car as Will's phone starts to play "Rebirth" by Boy Hits Car, Shea looks over at him confused as that is not his type of music, at all.

Will: "My boy Shi."

Shea: "Shiyen? Think you could get him to come by the performance center once we get back state side?"

Will: "I mean...I guess?"

Shea looks giddy, it's always fun to learn new stuff especially from one of the best highflyers to ever grace the ring.

Will: "Sup dawg....uhhuh....wait what?....uhhuh...yeah yeah send me the link...ight, peace."

Will hangs up the phone then it the notification beep goes off. Shea leans over to take a look and he moves the phone for he to be able to see also as the taxi driver pulls out to the main road.

Shea: "Wait....is that The Boyhood Dream Doc?"

Will: "It is..."

Shea: "Who is that he's facing? He kinda' looks like James but with black hair."

Will tone goes to a dry, almost irritated state.

Will: "That would be because dat's Jim's little brother, MGK."

Will turns the phone off and rubs his head.

Shea: "I...I thought James said MGK was dead."

Will: "Yeah…that he "died in some flop house in Cleveland", it's starting to look more and more like Jim wasn’t always that honest with us, with me."

Shea lays her head on his chest trying to comfort him.

Shea: "Do you think he had something to do with the attack?”

Will turns his head to stare out the window, thinking.

Will: "Honestly....I don't know what to think anymore, part of me says no he'd never do that to me, den' another part of me reminds me just who JFK is and well...he's certainly capable of it...sigh"

Shea doesn’t say anything else, she just lays there on his chest as he stares out the window as they drive along the country side, Will lost in thought.

---

July 4th. Hotel Novotel Paris Centre Bercy, Paris, France

Next door to the AccorHotels Area where Sacrifice came to you live the night before. Will is out on the hotel patio puffing on his vapor pen as Shea comes walking out of the bed room whipping the sleep from her eyes. She taps the window as she walks by and blows him a kiss as he nods towards her and takes one more big hit from his vape before coming in, she's pouring herself some coffee.

Will: "I found some Irish grounds down at the corner store this morning for ya."

Shea: "Thank fuck, French coffee is too sweet."

Will throws the 2 sweet hand sign up into the air with both arms, Shea just shakes her head with a small smile.

Shea: "Put your arms down you look like a damn cheerleader."

Will: "I love it when you reference Marvel stuff."

Shea she gives a coy grin as his phone goes off, the basic ring tone this time. Will take a deep breath and answers it.

Will: "Dis Will....Oh hey what's up Riley.....um...He listens for a few moments. Ok that's on him but why are you telling me? Uhhuh, OK yeah I appreciate the heads up but, he a grown ass man he can, and does, do whatever he wants.

He goes silent again for a few moments as he listens.

Will: "Ok yes, thank you, no no...I understand...thanks."

He sighs as he hangs up the phone.

Shea: "So...what was that all about?"

Will just stares at his phone with a blank expression.

Will: "Seems like my idiot brother didn't sign his contract extension."

Shea: "So...why would they call to tell you that?"

Will shrugs.

Will: "Riley said she thought it would be courteous to let me know what was going on. At least she does unlike him, it’s not like he’s my own flesh and blood or anything…”

Shea: "OK but did she have any word on them clearing you to compete?"

Will just shakes his head and walks off towards the bed room. Shea sighs as she sips on her coffee, feeling bad for her man that can't do what he loves to do. A few moments later he comes sliding back into the room ala Risky Business, with just a white button down dress shirt, white socks, and sunglasses on.

Will: "YA BOY DONE READY TO COME BACK WHAT! WHAT!"

He rips the shirt open revealing an air-brushed singlet underneath, he starts to pose and flex. Shea puts her coffee down and rushes him giving him a big hug.

Shea: "It's about damn time they cleared you!"

Will: "And just in time for Open Fight Night, and I already know who I'm calling out."

---

Barclaycard Center, Madrid, Spain.

We open up at the Barclaycard Center in Madrid, Spain, the only thing we see at first is Jayson Matthew's face, as the camera zooms out we can see that it is a banner hanging from the Arena, Jayson Matthews posing proudly with his IWF Invictus Championship over his shoulder, the date and time for this week's show underneath. The camera finally stops zooming out and we see Will Fenell across the street leaning on a parking pole looking up at the banner. He's wearing the brand new "ATL Pitbull" T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and new unbent aviator sunglasses.

"Looking good Jay Dawg, looking damn good my friend. Look at dis shit homes, look at YOU. Larger than life itself."

Will smiles, he's honestly happy for his friend.

"Three time IWF Invictus Champion. Who dathunk it right? Boy...shit homes I don't even know what to say. Well, congrats first. I'm truly happy for ya homes I really am, Jim says a lot of bullshit but he was damn right when he called ya the heart of the IWF, and now look atcha son, started at the bottom now ya here! Looks good on ya mang, aint going to deny dat. BUT."

Will grins again.

"As proud, and happy, and all dat other emotional shit, as I am for ya, I haven’t done forgotten dat we, my friend, gots some unfinished bidness if yaknowhwatImean. See, I haven’t done forgotten dat you got a one up on me about a month or so ago. Dat we went out der to that ring, we tore da damn house down, but at the end of the day, it was YOU dat got his hand raised, and it was YOU who got this title shot because of dat match.

And let’s not get it twisted homie, I ain’t mad atcha, not even a little bit. Losing comes with the territory, it’s a part of life, it’s the way shit is, but how we react to losing, how we handle adversity, DAT homes, dat is what defines us. And me? Homie, I could lose every match I'm in, but I will NEVER give up, never. It is who I be, I'm a fighter down to my bones."

He pushes himself off the pole and starts to walk down the street.

"Dat's why as soon as I was cleared to come back, I called ya ass out. Not because I hate you, not because I'm mad atcha, hell boy it aint even about that title you now got, granted that does add a bit to the pot so I aint complaining, but naw son, I just wanted my rematch, dats all. And IF I won, den well we'd have crossed that bridge when it happened but."

Will shakes his head.

"The powers to be, seem to want to keep a man down, so dey done denied me that opportunity by changing the match dat we BOTH agreed to, to a tag match."

Will pulls his sunglasses down a bit on his nose at looks at the camera like "really"

"Really?" See. "Really? Who da fuck is the clown in management dat thought it would be a good idea to put me, a man who is a little bit bitter towards the tag scene right now, who sees no reason to have a tag scene since we don't have tag TITLES, who has had his partner just walk out on him, who done thought it'd be funny to put me in a tag match? I mean, I know I'm a dunce sometimes, but come on now, who's booking dis shit? 12 monkeys at 12 typewriters?

So yeah, needless to say I was a bit upset dat they changed our match, I wanted to go out there a blow the roof off the joint with you one more gain Jayson, but it looks like we will have postpone dat for another day. And yeah, I was pissed, but then I looked into who they gave me as a tag partner."

Will gets up close to the camera, asking in a hushed tone.

"Jay Dawg, homes, did you see who my tag partner is?"

He leans back away from the camera once again.

"I GOT CAPTIAN MOTHERFUCKING AMERICA ON MY SIDE HOMES! HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT!?"

Will spins and throws his arms out with his face reading "are you kidding me!?" in a good way.

"If there is anyone, and I do mean ANYONE I can trust on this roster to watch my back, friend, foe, or unknown, I know, I know deep down, Mason St. Croix is dat man. Not only is this cat a former US Army Ranger, he's a GEORGIA boy also! Mang, I wasn’t happy at first that dey changed this match but Mason, sir. It's not only an honor, it'll be a privilege to kick ass next to you. Your Bucky Barns is reporting for duty sir, let’s go and kick these two fuckboy's asses.

Jay Dawg, I love you homes like a brother, but dawg, you going to get it bad dis week mang. Nothing personal son, but we going to drop you on ya head more ways than you can count, and there aint a damn thing you'll do about it because ya partner is one of the biggest fuckboy's on the roster.

Yeah Shane, I'm talking about ya sorry ass. I'd say congratulations to you also for winning the Man of Steel championship but, let’s be honest, you done patted yourself on the back enough for all of us on the roster.

And that's a nice title you got der boy, it'd be a real crying shame if a Pitbull came in and SHAT ALL OVER IT!

The Matthew Stafford meme flashes for a brief second 

"I'm honest so sick and tired of hearing you talk about yourself all the time I might even break my own rule of no weapons and use a chair square against ya chin to shut ya up for at least a few weeks.

See, this week at Sacrifice dis aint no normal tag match, naw me and St. Croix get to beat down Jay Dawg and his Fuckboy partner in a MAN OF STEEL match! Now, I aint one to use weapons dis is know, but for you Shane? For you I'll make an exception and teach you firsthand how it feels to get suplexed threw a table, or two....or three."

Will shrugs.

"So like I said, aint nothing personal Jay Dawg, but if ya boy Ryan Shane wants beef then he better bring the ruckus, cuz I'll tell ya right now.

Will n' St.Croix aint nuthin ta fuck wit!

Will n' St.Croix aint nuthin ta fuck wit!

Will n' St.Croix aint nuthin ta fuck wit!

Will n' St.Croix aint nuthin ta fuck wit!

WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT DAT!"

Will 2 sweets the camera lens before heading off into the huge ass Lego Store just down the street from the arena.