New Beginnings.

[ADudeFromCLE]

Chicago Illinois USA. The Fenell and O'Hara residence.

It's been two week's since we've gotten back state side. Luckily the movers had everything moved in and ready for when Shea and I returned home, our bed and furniture all moved in to the bed room, all her cloths and shoes, so many shoes, all moved into the walk in closet, last week we went shopping for living room furniture and other needs for around the house, so this is actually the first "weekend" we've had off in over a month to be able to just sit back and actually enjoy the new pad.

And is Shea soaking it in, literally, I don't think she's left the hot tub out on the patio since she woke up this morning, I look out the sliding glass window and smile as she looks like she's melted into the side of the tub, her arms laid across ledge, her head leaned back, her sunglasses blocking out the sun. She deserves this, after all she's been through these past few months, defending her title like the champion she is, dealing with all the bitches that come with being the champ, the appearances, the signings, all the events that come with being the champ, she's handled with flying colors, but it does wear on you after a while so I'm glad I can make her life a little bit easier when it does finally slow down. If only for a minute.

I'm in the kitchen preping some ribs to take out to the grill for lunch, I got some J5, that's Jurassic 5, playing in the background when my phone goes off, I look at it confused not expecting any calls today, I pick it up.

Will: Dis be ya Uncle Will what up? ...Oh hey what's up Riley? ...Uh huh...yeah no problem...Really? Not a word?...I mean I've been iching to get back out there so yeah I'll be there no problem. No, thank you.

I hang up the phone and grab the tray the ribs are sitting on and carry it out to the rooftop patio where the music changes from J5 to Rise Against. Shea lifts her head as I slide the door open and I shoot her a smile.

Will: "Nice and relaxed?"

Shea: "Oh. My. God. I feel like I've melted."

Will: "Ha! So...I got some good news."

She sits up and moves to lean on the ledge of the hot tub closer to where I am with her arms crossed infront of her as she rests on them.

Shea: "Do tell."

I open the grill and slide the ribs onto it.

Will: "I've gotta match this week."

Shea: "That's great!"

Will: "Apparently Kole was supposed to go up against Mr. Happy but, management hasn't heard or seen Kole since New York."

Shea: "Really? Well hey, at least you got a match now right?"

Will: "I guess, I mean I wish I would have had a match before hand, I mean, don't get me wrong, I like working for the IWF, and I was more than happy to help with the tour doing showings and events being an ambassador for the brand and what not but, I'm a wrestler ya know, I wrestle, dat's what I WANT to do and well...I feel like they haven't been utilizing me to my full potential ya know?"

Shea: "I know, I feel the same way but you asked me to stay out of it and not get involved..."

Will: "I know I know, I just...I don't want to get things handed to me because my girl friend happens to be the baddest bitch on the roster and politiced for me ya know?"

She smiles knowing Will doesn't mean bitch in a negative light.

Shea: "Understandable, but hey look at it this way, now you have a chance to show them what you bring to the table."

I nod my head a bit as I eyeball the temp gage on the grill.

Will: "Ya right, dat's what I'm going to do, Imma going to go out there and give them no choice BUT to book me more."

Shea: "There's that pitbull mentality I fell for."

I lean over and give her a kiss, that turns into a deep kiss, where then she then pulls me into the tub with her.

That's all you get you fucking pervs.

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Yo what it do IWF faithful!?

It's ya boy, dat ATL Pitbull, Mayor of Boom Town, Dean of the Ghetto University, ya Uncle Will coming to ya live and direct from Uniondale New York, where this week ya boy is going to go one on one with Mr I love you, you love me, Mr. Happy himself this Monday at the Nassau Coliseum.

To be honest with y'all, ya Uncle Will was a bit surprised when he phone rang and it was IWF management telling me I was finally booked in a match.

I mean, let's be honest here, during our world tour, I wasn't utilized very much, actually...at all. The only matches I got, where open fight night matches that I challenged for. And, because of all that, I was completely out of the Heir to the Throne tournament that, well quite honestly boys and girls? The winner? Ryan Shane?

Even on his best day dat boy can't lace my boots.

But I digress. That's in the past and as a good friend likes to say, "forward, always forward."

Get well soon Pan, we are all thinking of you girl.

So with that in mind, that is whatcha boy is gonna do. Keep moving forward. 

And that's unfortunate for you Mr. Happy. See, I know you were looking forward to your rematch with that waste of human flesh, that living walking breathing piece of shit, Kole Kaos. But, it seems Mr. "Chaos incarnate" himself has taken a walk as no one has seen or heard from him since New York City, you Mr. Happy, now have a new dance partner for this week.

And as my brother from another mother likes to say, "Sucks to be you" boy.

See because this week, you ain't getting in the ring with one half of the former greatest tag team ever, you're not getting into that ring with the old Will Fenell who was just happy to be here, happy to be back in the states, happy to be back HOME doing what he does BEST.

Naw son, dis week Mr. Happy, you are gettin' into da ring with a rabbid, hungry, tired and MEAN Pitbull.

I'm tired of being overlooked Mr. Happy, ya get what I'm sayin?

I am. Hands Down. THE BEST GOD DAMN PURE WRESTLER in the IWF TODAY.

Sure, Chris Card is a technical wizard, Spike Kane is the master of brutaity, and Andrew Jacobsen is agruably THE MAN right now in the IWF but let's be honest here kids.

Toe to Toe, pound for pound, head to head, aint a one of them able to do what I do the way I do it.

Let me ask you a question boy, who's the only one on the IWF roster to actuall qualify for the Olympics?

I'll give you a second to think.

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Spolier alert.

It's ME.

Who's the only man who can claim to be the master of a thousand suplexes.

I'll wait again.

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Did you guess me again? If ya did, ya right. 

I know, I aint the best looking dude on the roster, but I aint chop liver either, I may not be the most cherismatic dude, but I aint no bubbling idiot either, I sure as shit ain't the tallest on the roster, and I aint built like some roided out freak of nature, but I am pound for pound one of the strongest, and most FIERCE competitors on this roster.

And I'm sick of riding the bench. PUT ME IN COACH!

So this week Mr. Happy, you and me, we gonna go out there to the middle of the Nassau Coliseum, and I am going to put on a WRESTLING clinque. 

Imma gonna throw ya from ring post to ring post, overhead, side armed, double hooks, half nelson, dont matter boy, ya going for a ride throw Boom Town, and as it's mayor, Imma going show you ALL da sites ya dig?

And after I drop you on ya dome piece a few dozen times, don't worry folks, he aint got much upstairs as it is and it's already scrambled, after that is all said and done, after I toss you around like the rag doll ya are, then, Imma going twist ya up like a pretzel and make ya scream like a little bitch.

Because dat's what I DO. 

I come in, I throw people around, I get the crowd HYPED and I dump fools like you on day head.

This is a new beginning for me Mr. Happy, because I refuse to politic, I refuse to use backstage tactics like bitching and crying and screaming to get noticed, naw son. Imma going to get noticed out in the middle of that ring. Imma going to go out there, put on the performance of my life, and I AM gonna get NOTICED one way or another. 

Ya see...

Ya Uncle Will has a taste for gold, something that has escaped me ever since I've joined up here in the IWF, and the path to dat gold, any gold, I aint picky, day all be shiny and would look great slung over these big sexy shoulders, starts this week.

Whatcha know about DAT!