Be Careful What You Wish For...

[Sons of Gold (金の息子)]

Be Careful What You Wish For...
Backstage after Chaos
12 June 2019

Jon Kellar closed the locker room door behind him, and immediately fell back against he wall. He buried his head in his hands and sighed. Tonight had not been a highlight of his career.

Kellar: Kono… I’m going to go check on Hiro in the trainer’s room. Can you find your way back to the hotel?

No answer came

Kellar: Kono?

Still no answer. Kellar muttered under his breath

Kellar: Suit yourself you little shit….

Kellar pulled himself up and headed down the corridor. Almost immediately he was confronted by a familiar face.

Tap: Well, I hate to say I told you so…

Kellar: Since when?

Kellar kept walking, passing the IPW General Manager as he did. Tap joined Kellar at his side, and the two veterans walked together.

Tap: Come on Dynamite, you know I don’t take pleasure in this. No one, especially me, likes to see a team break up, especially when there’s family involved.

Kellar stopped, and turned to face Tap straight in the eye.

Kellar: Let’s get something straight old man, the Sons of Gold are not breaking up. I already told you, Hiro wants to work with his brother, and Kono doesn’t have a contract. They’re not breaking up, and they’re not going anywhere.

Tap: Poor choice of words, sorry.

The two continued walking.

Tap: Actually… that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Tap reached into his back pocket and pulled out a document. He flicked it in front of Kellar’s face, bringing the former World Champion to a stop as he took the document from Tap’s hand.

Kellar: What's this?

Tap: This is for you, an IPW contract for Kono Masaki, with flexibility to keep working your dates in Japan for MAX if that’s what you want to do.

Kellar: You told me the Sons of Gold were to volatile to sign.

Tap: They are. Believe me Dynamite, this wasn’t my call. This came from higher up…

Kellar stared at the document in his hand, and began to unfold it slowly.

Kellar: Joshua?

Tap raised an eyebrow

Tap: Please tell me you’re not that naieve…

Kellar looked down at the contract.

Kellar: Brooklyn?

Tap: Yes.

Kellar: I’ve never even spoken to her…

Tap: The Sons did their talking in the ring, she wants them on board.

Kellar smiled

Kellar: This is fantastic news.

Tap: Don’t be so sure.

Kellar: What do you mean?

Tap: Brooklyn may be offering you this opportunity, but you know as well as I do that everything comes at a price… and with this power struggle going on at the top I don’t think it’ll be long before she cashes in that favor.

Kellar folded up the contract neatly and put it inside his jacket.

Kellar: You sound like you don’t trust her.

Tap: In my day the only trust you gave a promoter was the signature on your paycheck… after it cleared.

Kellar chuckled

Kellar: Good philosophy.

Tap: It’s always worked for me. Oh, and one more thing.

Kellar: Yep?

Tap: Next Chaos… IPW is presenting the full debut of the Sons of Gold…

The smile faded from Kellar’s face

Tap: ….and you’re up against Aaron Kostan and Oliver Black.

Kellar sucked his top lip.

Tap: I’m sorry Dynamite. Believe me, this isn’t what I wanted. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, and I fought this with everything I had. But the powers that be see dollar signs in this main event and at the end of the day, we’re a business.

Tap slapped Kellar sympathetically as he turned around.

Tap: See you at Chaos.

And with that, he departed, leaving Kellar staring at the floor.