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A NEW HOME, A REJECTING ATTITUDE

“Such unoriginality…” Max said as he watched a video of Henry Alexander from his laptop. The screen was big enough to have two screens. On both of those screens? The same video played, same title and all, posted to both GCW and PWA. Footage of Henry Alexander’s brutal treatment of a child molester to the point of cutting his dick off and throwing him into a river, bound and gagged. However, the most graphic parts were not shown on the footage as they were conveniently censored. “People believe this all to be an act… that this is all fake… and that the outside lives of these wrestlers are just fabricated… but that’s a lie… all of it.”
 
“But… why have the footage shown off not only first-hand to Gate City Wrestling… but even have it shown again on your profile in Pinnacle Wrestling…?” Max asked the screen as both videos came to a close, one stopping a few seconds before the other. “I mean… have you met TJ Pain? I heard he literally assaulted a newly wed couple to the point that the excuse of ‘mauled by a bear’ was actually passable. But… this… this is almost just as sickening of a thing to do… even IF he was a child molester and rapist. I mean… damn, man. I’ve done some sick shit… seen SICKER shit… but this takes the cake. The lied about cake.”
 
In disgust of what he had just seen of his opponent’s outside affairs, he shuts his laptop and puts it off to the side before he reclines back on his couch and lets out a small sigh. Looking around the place… it was nearly empty. His slightly large apartment was cleaned up and packed away. Even the art room that Soloke had used for the longest of time was actually cleaned up from all the paints… and gunshots. All that remained were the simple things like furniture, his Internet router, and his laptop. The rest was slowly being packed up into a U-Haul truck.
 
“From Ohio… to North Carolina.” His mouth cracked a small smirk as he chuckled. “Boy… this will be different.”
 
It would be a few days, but eventually through all the driving and unpacking, Maxwell would finally move into the house that Jonathan Campbell helped him acquire. His pet dog, the Siberian husky Mischief, ran around the backyard happily as Max watched him with a smile on his own face. The house was a reasonable enough place. Two floors, two bedroom, two bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, dining room, and garage that was promptly turned into Max’s new art room. It was nothing but nature as far as the human eye could see. Endless plains and trees made the scene breath taking. Being cooped up in the city for so long, it was so nice to be able to see the world before skyscrapers again.
 
Sure enough, the man who helped Max acquire this place showed up for a visit as the doorbell rung. Max was already called in advance that Jonathan was coming.
 
“Door’s open!” Max shouted back, his hands too busy cooking himself lunch, “Let yourself in!”
 
Without need of another invite, Jonathan walked into the house and took a seat on a counter near Max as he cooked. “Howdy, there. I see you’re already enjoying your new place, huh? Unpacked and everything within a couple of days and already learning to cook over constantly eating out.”
 
“What can I say,” Max shrugged as he started to fill up two plates with the food he made. “The country invigorated me.”
 
With a smile, he took the plates to the dining room as Jonathan followed him there. Both plates had large, juicy steaks on them, seasoned and spiced for flavor. From there, garlic mashed potatoes, drizzled in gravy, and some steamed vegetables were on the side of it.
 
“Dig in!” Max said as he handed Jonathan silver wear to ear. Jonathan wasted little time digging in as Max took his seat and did the same. “So… good?” Max asked after the first few bites.
 
“Amazing, thank you!” Jonathan said with a bright smile as he continued into his meal. After a bit, Jonathan’s attention turned to the Ascension Championship belt, laying upside down on the kitchen counter. “Still not accepting that as your own are you?”
 
“No… sorry, man.” Max responded quietly as he looked over at the turned over belt as well. “I mean… it’s nice and all that in the system, I hold it, and that you gave it to me… but… it just feels empty to be given a championship instead of properly earning it.”
 
“Well, Max. Think of it like this.” Campbell said as he looked back over at the newly crowned Ascension Champion. “Remember the last time you fought for that championship?”
 
“… Against Joshua Severe… right?” Max sighed at the memory of that whole night. “… The night I was screwed because Rob Riot was the referee to the match.”
 
“Exactly. I saw that match and… consider this what you’ve earned. What you SHOULD’VE had.”
 
“I guess… but… I still can’t just wrap my head around this… I’m sorry.” Max bowed his head, another long sigh leaving his mouth.
 
“Well… it will wrap around your head when you defend it.” Jonathan said simply, “You’re set to defend the championship against Henry Alexander this week and WHEN you defend the championship, you will call yourself champion. Alright? THEN you will have earned the belt this time.”
 
“… Sure. Alright.” Max nodded and put his silver wear down. “Fine. I can accept that. WHEN I win this week… then I’ll accept this reign. Right now… all it is is a statistic in record books. But to me…” He glared over at the championship. “And until I hold that belt high in true victory, I will be damned if I am forced to accept this reign. But with that… I am determined to win just like I always have been. Just because I don’t accept that championship, doesn’t mean I don’t WANT the championship. I want this belt… I just can’t accept how I got it… not yet.”
 
“Well… all I can tell you is that you had better kick some ass.” Jonathan said. He got up when he finished his food and put the plate and utensils in the sink before he walked over to Max, taking the championship onto his shoulder, turned upside-down, just as Max would’ve wanted it. “And to assure you do and to assure NOTHING goes wrong in your match… I’ll even be in your corner. How’s that sound?”
 
“That sounds pretty damn good, Campbell.” Max looked up at Jonathan, a smile breaking on his face again. “I’d love for you to be in my corner.”
 
“Alright.” Jonathan gave Max a small pat on the shoulder before passing him. “Anyway, I have to be going now. Sorry to cut this trip so short.”
 
“It’s not a problem.” Max said with a smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed the food I cooked. I’ll see you at Summit.”
 
“Yeah, bro. See ya.” Jonathan gave a small wave before making his way out of the house. Max looked over at the leather on his shoulder and nodded quietly, knowing what he must do in order to hold it properly.