Flex Mussel can be sitting behind a computer screen sifting through multiple emails, tweets, and Youtube videos. There seems to be an even mix of congratulatory messages mixed in with vicious insults and rants about Flex retiring Showtime. Originally some of the comments concerned him but as the days passed since the Apocalypse PPV he became more and surer of himself and his victory. He set out to do exactly what he said he would and that was beat Showtime for a second time and prove that he deserved a shot at being the best in WZCW. Despite not signing a contract extension Flex is now working on a per appearance deal after refusing the terms of Bateman and Serras contract. After his outburst towards him he expected to just quietly be released from the company but after his victory and subsequent entry into the Gold Rush tournament Flex wasnt surprised to receive an email from Becky to schedule an appointment for later that day.
Charles: Whats the plan for today boss?
One of the other things currently in the back of Flexs mind was his newfound relationship with an overzealous fan named Charles The Cheesecake Chesterfield. After the fan won a pair of backstage tickets hes accustom himself to following Flex around everywhere he goes, including Flexs home in an unspecified part of the country.
Flex: Arm, leg, and everything else day as usual, and then I have a meeting.
Charles: Awesome, I cant wait to receive some training from the illustrious Flex Mussel.
Flex: For the last time Im not training you, I dont even know why Im letting you stay here.
??? : I think its a good thing hes here actually, gives you a taste of how I felt back when I was training you.
Flex and Charles conversation is interrupted by the fitness trainers Russian fugitive lover Svetlana. Flex gets up from his seat and walks over to her and they passionate kiss with Charles looking on in jealousy, wishing he was in Svetlanas place.
Svetlana: Youve been so busy lately you dont have time for yes?
Flex: Im afraid its one of those days sweetheart.
Svetlana: So be it, you may want to watch how you spend your time though, if you dont pay attention to me someone else may begin to.
Flex: Was that a threat?
Svetlana: A promise my love.
Svetlana walks out of the room leaving Flex and Charles once again to themselves.
Charles: Is it really a good idea to keep in contact with a known fugitive?
Flex: Its complicated, and its no worse than letting a known stalker take residence in my home.
Charles: Theres a known stalker here?
Flex sighs and proceeds to exit the room and head down to the gym. Charles eagerly follows but struggles to keep up with his increasing weight. As Flex immediately began to push-ups upon entering his private gym various thoughts begin to enter his head: his increasing problems with upper management, how many fans may or may not be angry with him retiring Showtime, the fact that he really has no one on the active roster to confine in, and even more pressing than that, Kagura and the Gold Rush Tournament.
Masquer: You seem a bit stressed out.
The healthiest man alive continues his workout as his imaginary motivator talks to him in the corner.
Flex: A lot on my mind, a lot I need to prepare for.
Masquer: Indeed, no more distractions, now is finally the time for you to rise to the absolute top of WZCW.
Flex: Im afraid its not that simple.
Masquer: Defeating all the competition in front of you seems pretty straight forward to me. Youve defeated Kagura.
Flex: She was at a different point in her career, and so was I.
Masquer: Her new attitude may have brought her short term success as of late but you defeated her back when she was a champion and you were still a tag team competitor. Youve only grown better while shes stagnated.
Flex: Kagura has only gotten more vicious since our last encounter, and while Id do anything to win I no longer take the same type of shortcuts I did during Cerberus.
Masquer: And maybe that has what led you to be unsuccessful while Eve and Ramparte have flourished.
Flex: Ramparte has once again flocked to a group of individuals to make himself feel better and Eve is another problem in and of herself. I will no longer compare myself to them and I will no longer let whatever success they have interfere with what I do. Should my paths cross with Ramparte in this tournament I will show him that I no longer need anyone watching my back, I can succeed on my own, and Im going to start with beating Kagura and everyone else in the tournament the right way.
Masquer: What you may think is the right way may end up being a misguided sense of pride.
Charles: I agree, the right way is pointless if it gets you nowhere.
Flex immediately stops and is shocked to hear that Charles seemingly heard what Masquer said.
Flex: Excuse me?
Charles: I agree with the plastic mask over, the right way may not be the way to go.
Flex: You can hear him?
Charles: Of course, cant you?
Flex: Yeah I can, because you know
hes not real.
Masquer: Im very real thank you very much!!!!
Charles: Well he sounds real me.
It was at that moment that Flex came to the conclusion that either Charles had the same mental psychosis that he did or maybe they had more in common. The sad upbringing, being incredibly obese, and wanting to be a professional wrestler were all the same things that encompassed Flex. He knew at that moment that whatever actions he took to make it to the top would impact this young man immensely. He decided that he wanted to positively influence the future and show that pure talent and skill was what made you the best. He realized that he was going to beat Kagura not only for his own needs, his inescapable desire to do better than his former friends, but also be a good influence on Charles regardless of the fact that he finds him annoying. Flex knew this in his mind but he decided to keep it to himself and go back to doing thousands of push-ups while Charles and Masquer got more acquainted.
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Later that Day
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Flex can be seen in Becky Serras office to discuss negotiations. The meeting was conducted through a single typed list of personal demands by Flex. Serra quickly agreed and provided a contract that Flexs lawyer looked through and approved. Flex signs the list and attempts to leave but before he even gets out of his chair Serra stops him.
Serra: I hope you know the next few months of your life are going to be hell.
Flex: And why is that?
Serra: You retired Showtime, youve alienated the entire locker room, and youve pissed off upper management. You think youre in the Gold Rush tournament based off fan support and one victory alone? Youre there because were going to dangle carrots in front of your face and just when you think youve got them were going to snatch them away. So it doesnt matter how far you get in this tournament. Whether you beat Kagura and get to the finals you will never win simply because we refuse to let an insolent prick like you succeed. Enjoy your match on Ascension, it marks the beginning of your endless suffering.
Immediately after that Serra struts out of the room leaving Flex confused
.yet motivated more than ever to prove his corporate superiors wrong.