Meltdown 136: Austin Reynolds vs Flex Mussel

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Last week Flex Mussel fed Matt Tastic to the Hollow Ones after being angry at being tagged out. This week he takes on a representitive from Vis Imperium. How will the former Ratings winner fare against the healthiet man alive?

Deadline is Monday, December 5th, 11:59PM CST. Extensions available upon request.
 
Had you not been aware of the recent events, the group of men emerging together could be mistaken for friends. Instead they were barely allies.

“With that being said, the future of Vis Imperium will be built on what we took into the Lethal Lottery, not what came out of it.”

If these men were on the same page, then this had been written, rewritten and put through a shredder. But all the same, Constantine leads the group front and centre as they leave the limousine. Still proudly carrying a full glass of wine, the stem between his thumb and forefinger, he turns around and continues brashly.

“There will be an improvement” His arrogant airs and grace turns quickly into a menacing sneer. “Or there will be consequences because I am fed up of carrying those who are getting out less than what Vis Imperium has put into them.”

Emerging slowly, Austin gets out just in time to receive the full force of Constantine’s glare. Any hint that Austin may become more than the withered shadow of his former self are dismissed when he turns to look at the floor and shuts the door softly. Sporting a swollen black eye, he lags behind allowing Abel to wander ahead with Constantine guiding his charge as he would if they were alone.

They may as well have been alone, for Constantine was absolutely engrossed.

Austin had been left to deal with the news, dished out like cold leftovers, that he would be facing Flex Mussel. With that in mind as well as the hard-to-stomach loss to Stormrage playing weightily, he had no issue being alone. It was a state of mind that he was used to.

He had been sent out alone for the match with Stormrage, just to compound his status. Was there any place for him at the table with Constantine and Hunnicutt anymore? Abel had taken a back seat with Holmes’ absence but Constantine has been keen to put himself at the side of the giant. Austin, both championship-less and on a winless streak was not able to bring anything to the table. He didn’t have the money or nous that Constantine could offer and there was no comparison between himself and Hunnicutt. The Texan was an impressive physical specimen and one that Austin was content to be on the same side.

Yet there was something deeply concerning about seeing him being so closely managed by Constantine. Austin thought; is this what Abel thought when Austin was brought into the fold by Holmes and lauded by him and Constantine?

“Austin!” Constantine barks “Come here.” Austin looks up, broken from his thoughts and stares. “Please.” The placid request follows shortly after the demand. Austin slowly walks over, fully aware that the request was meaningless.

“You will improve.” There’s a hesitation as Austin considers a smart retort but thinks better. “Austin, your recent results have brought shame upon Vis Imperium. A worldwide force such as ourselves demands an immediate development. Where is the passion that you had? The determination that you had to prove everyone appears to have just seeped away. As if your performance at the Lethal Lottery wasn’t bad enough, you had to lose with a whimper to that pleb!” Constantine spits out the insult with as much disdain as he can stir up. “Do you think I like losing, John?”

The reply draws out The Power Trip. “It’s something you’re used to isn’t it? Another dirty habit which you just aren’t strong enough to break?”

The confrontation draws both men out. Austin is baited forward and the Power Trip just grins. Abel glares at Austin, who backs off under the watchful stare of the giant.

“That’s it Austin. Back off like you always do. Cower away, it’s exactly what I’ve come to expect. I should have known the Ratings Winner that was so nearly on his back out was going to break before it could make a dent. You’re just too damaged.”

“But not too damaged to take on Flex Mussel?”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, Flex is someone that you should be able to take, even in this sorry state. He doesn’t know if he’s coming or going. He is a marker of sorts. Have you already been drained of your usefulness or are you able to scrape the barrel once more?”

“Oh I get it. Flex is hardly Justin Cooper or Eve Taylor. He’s not even Theron is he? You know, is he even on the level of Mark bloody Keaton? That lot have a whole bunch of things in common you know. They’ve beaten everyone on the roster at some point yet I’ve beaten them all in the name of Vis Imperium.”

“And yes, I get that Flex is a pitiful excuse for a genetic freak. All muscles that look like they’d pop if you were to poke him with a needle and he’s utterly lacking for anything between the ears. Maybe he’s smarter than we give him credit for because even he couldn’t stomach Matt Tastic last week. But he’s better than you’re giving him credit for. He’s done the stable thing and done it better than you John. Heck, he’s even had to deal with taking a loss at Kingdom Come.”

That last sentence gets Constantine riled up. Nostrils flared, he pushes Austin away but Reynolds barely flinches.

“Yeah, he’s taking that as well as either of you two. Good stuff fellas; way to fight back.”

Abel’s glare deepens. Austin really feels like he is truly studying him, beyond the surface but it’s impossible to read or discern if his comments made any impact. Constantine couldn’t be more focussed on the man in front of him.

“John, I’ll play your game because I appreciate the end game. The means, they have their advantages. But I’m not the only one who is damaged.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What I’m saying is, you invented the game, now start playing it. You can’t get over what happened at Lethal Lottery. Get your head back into it.”

“Austin does it look like I’m in the mood for your piss poor attempt at psychology?”

“No John, as always, no. I guess as I’ve got something to prepare for, I’d better leave you two alone.” He walks away and just as he shuts the door, he calls through. “I’ll guess I’ll see you at Meltdown.”

Austin walks out the building and feels relief wash over him, as he enters fresh air. Suddenly, a vibration tingles through his pocket. Curiosity gnaws at him immediately and on sight of the message on his phone, a smile unlike we have seen from him recently

Would you like to see the girls? You can come for dinner.
 
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Flex Mussel can be seen lifting weights in his personal gym while simultaneously having a conversation with sister Maria that is already well under way.

Maria: I cannot believe you are seriously letting Max stay here.

Flex: He’s our grandfather.

Maria: Technically yes, but we’ve never met him before and you just agreed to let him stay here?

Flex: Aren’t you the one who told me to be more hospitable to my long lost family?

Maria: Yes but...he is...different…

Flex: I know he’s a little strange but he may be the only person who is capable of making me physically stronger than I already am.

Maria: He’s more than just strange, he’s mentally unhinged. He’s secluded himself in the most remote parts of the world ignoring all the cultural advancements around him. He’s not aware we’ve had a black president, hell he’s not even aware of the last three presidents we’ve had!

Flex: Lucky him.

Maria: This is serious Flex.

Flex: Look as long as I’m paying for this house I control who gets to live in, end of story.

Maria: How long do you think you’ll be able to pay for this mansion with your dirty fitness money?

Flex: As long as you keep your mouth shut I’m going to guess and say forever.

Maria: What exactly are you going to do if I dont-

Charles: Hey Flex you’ve got another call from WZCW.com

Flex: What do they want?

Charles: An interviewer asking about why you abandoned Tastic on Meltdown.

The monsieur of muscle sighs and stops bench pressing to address Charles.

Flex: For the last time, tell anyone asking I didn’t abandon him. We were only there for one simple purpose and that was to defeat The Hollow Ones. And no thanks to him I made sure that goal was accomplished. While he was worrying about his “injury” I single handedly handed Tyrone and Phoenix their own asses and he just came in to steal the glory. Was I little heated? Yes, but I was there to avenge my friend and he obviously was too focused on being a “hall of famer” to really care. Instead of knocking him out myself like I should have I decided to cool off and leave. Not my problem if he wasn’t watching his back.

Charles: Okay, do you want me to repeat that entire thing because I was not writing it down.

Flex: Leave Charles.

Charles: Will do, boss.

Charles leaves as Flex attempts to go back to his workout. Only to stop once again as he hears his sister talking.

Maria: Leaving a friend to get attacked isn’t like you Flex. Are you going to avenge him like you did Ramparte?

Flex: One, he isn’t a friend. Two, what the Hollow Ones did to him was a walk in the park compared to Ramparte. I avenged him by embarrassing them in their debut and proving they're all talk with minimal bite. As far as I’m concerned I’m done with them.

Maria: Well we’re still not done with this conversation.

Max: I think you are Maria.

Maria groans as Max “Grandpa” Mussel walks into the private gym. He can be seen curling a weight in one arm while biting a raw fish in the other.

Max: It’s training time boy.

Maria: So you came halfway around the world just to personally train us?

Max: Fortunately I’m not nearly as well versed in the kitchen as I am with physical fitness, so training you is a no go sweetheart. Flex is my primary focus.

Maria: Did you really just say that?

Max: Indeed, Flex is the rightful heir to the knowledge of the Mussel family secrets. As much as I loved your mother we need male offspring to keep our legacy alive.

Maria: You’re exactly the sexist pig she described.

Flex: Maria I’m going to need you to give us some time alone. I told you we were going to train.

The last remaining female Mussel begrudgingly exits the room leaving Flex alone with his estranged grandfather.

Flex: So which machine are we hitting first?

Max: None.

Flex: Okay, so stretching?

Max: Nope.

Flex: Um, are we getting some protein?

Max: Not at all.

Flex: ….So what exactly are we doing then?

Max: You’ve spent the last decade doing nothing but perfecting your physical form. The one thing you’ve ignored is exercising your mental muscles. Follow me.

Grandpa Mussel leads Flex to the guest room he’s taken for himself as they enter Flex feels a cold chill down his entire body. He can see his own breathe as he begins to wonder what’s going on. He looks around the room and his attention quickly turns to igloo that is built in the corner of the room.

Flex: You built an igloo in my house? Is that why it’s been freezing all day? I thought our heating broke!

Max: You’ll understand the importance of this one day kid. Now get inside.

Flex: Are you crazy? I’ll freeze to death!

Max: See that’s the doubt in your mind talking. Thoughts of self-doubt like that is why you’re not nearly as successful as you could be.

Flex: How exactly will erasing my self-doubt stop hypothermia or frostbite?

Max: Guess you’ll never find out if you don’t man up and go inside.

After a few more moments of silence between the two Flex realizes his grandfather is not joking. He eventually caves into the pressure and walks toward the igloo. He bends down to see the opening crawl space and feels a massive chill smack across his face. He looks back toward Max only to see he’s already left and closed the door behind him.

Max (From the other side of the door): See you in a few hours, and remember, only losers doubt themselves!

The monsieur of muscle then proceeds to crawl into the igloo. Once on the inside he realizes it is quite roomier than it looked from the outside. Regardless of that however he immediately feels the cold air surround his body completely. He’s not exactly sure what mental exercises he’s supposed to be doing. Eventually his mind wanders towards his WZCW affairs. He begins to wonder if he’ll even have a match at Kingdome Come. He then thinks about all the fans who have been harassing him over social media about his miscommunication with Tastic. He begins to worry if he even has what it takes to defeat his upcoming opponent Austin Reynolds. Things to seem to get even colder as these thoughts overwhelm him. That is until he’s startled by someone that looks like a picture perfect copy of himself.

Flex: What the fuck?!

???: Before you say anything just relax.

Flex: Who...what are you?

???: I’m you genius, well technically I’m your subconscious, in physical form. In fact...call me FlexConscious. Yeah..I like the sound of that. Also before you ask, yes, you are indeed hallucinating.

Flex: I knew this was a bad idea.

FlexConscious: Quite the contrary. You’ve needed this for quite some time.

Flex: Needed what exactly?

FlexConscious: To deal with your innermost thoughts. You ignore me far too often and instead focus on your physical health instead of your mental health. Why do you think your grandfather is so strong. He is one with not only his body but his mind.

Flex: Was the igloo really necessary for that?

FlexConscious: No, but near death experiences do speed up the epiphanies.

Flex: NEAR DEATH?!

FlexConscious: Relax, that’s not what’s important right now. What is important however is you realizing that you’re the fucking man. And I’m not just telling you that because I am you. You stress yourself way too much about whether or not other people think you’re good, you need to stop caring and truly start to believe it yourself. Who cares if some loser on the internet thinks you abandoned Matt Tastic of all people. Who cares if people think you can’t beat Austin Reynolds.

Flex: Well if I can’t compare to a legend-

FlexConscious: WHOA WHOA WHOA, stop right there. Let’s get something straight, Austin Reynolds is not a legend. Seasoned and talented veteran yes, but legend no. Showtime Cougar, Tyrone Blades, hell even Titus Avision. Those are legends. What separates those men from Reynolds is that they actually matter. They have left an impact upon WZCW. Reynolds has spent all of his career being what people accuse you of: a disappointment. Sure he’s had his successes, but he’s never won a world title. He’s spent the better part of the last year being a silent lackey to Constantine, and to be perfectly honest his best days are behind him. I mean how uneventful does your career have to be for you to be the lesser half in a tag team with Ricky Runn?

Flex: Well they were champs for a while.

FlexConscious: Until you and Ram crushed their record! The fact is Reynolds was and never will be as good as his peers back in the day. And considering you’ve come within inches of beating Titus multiple times, handed Ty his own ass on multiple tag team occasions, and have retired Showtime Cougar. I’m willing to bet knocking down one more veteran isn’t as hard as you think.

Flex: Well let’s say you’re right. Even if Reynolds best days are behind him what do I get from beating him?

FlexConscious: To not only show that you’re better than Reynolds, but that you deserve a spot on the Kingdom Come card. The difference between you and Reynolds is that his career is on the decline, while you still have a shot to prove you can make it to that next level. If you believe, if you stop caring what people think you can rise to levels people don’t think you can. Levels that Reynolds will never be able to get to. You can be the first of the hounds to become World champion. Do what Eve is too unfocused to do, do what Ramparte doesn’t have the physical ability to do.

Flex: Ramparte…

The bodybuilder’s mind starts to go back to the night his best friend was assaulted and paralyzed.

FlexConscious: Hey! You need to get that out of your mind. Ramparte can no longer be helped, you did what you had to do...the only thing that matters now is your personal success. And if you want it as bad as you say, you’ll do anything to achieve it.

Flex: But how can I live with myself knowing that I-

Maria: FLEX!!

The monsieur of muscle’s conversation with himself is cut short as his sister crawls into the igloo to her brother about to freeze to death. She quickly pulls him out of the igloo and carries him to the living room near the fireplace.

Maria: What the hell is wrong with you? Why were you in an igloo.

Flex isn’t quite sure what to say as he shivers ferociously. Charles comes into the room and wraps himself around Flex to give him warmth.

Charles: It’s okay buddy, our heat will become one.

Max walks into the living room as Flex regains enough feeling in his body to push Charles away.

Max: So, did it work? Did you see what you needed to see?

Maria: Of course this was your idea…

Flex: Yeah….I think I did. No more doubting myself. It’s time to stop being a disappointment. It’s time to stop giving a fuck. Austin Reynolds isn’t ready for what he’s about to step in the ring with at Meltdown.
 
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