Yellow Snow: The Morning

6 AM.

Green eyes open in a snap, the night’s rest must not have been that alluring.

Those excited eyes see the same room that’s been burned into its retinas from consistency. Blue walls, old paint. Wasn’t given its fresh covering, it’s peeling. The small rays of light from the rising sun stares in with no choice of the matter, the curtain was ripped off and thrown to the side with no concern. He lost interest in how much you need comfort in sleep, he needs comfort in being known. Being taken seriously, taken like he ever mattered to his job. Probably never going to get the attention and bootlicking he craves though and most people would agree that’s all on him. Can’t take him seriously with the photo of the acclaimed life ruiner, Walter Bolek that’s framed on his bedside drawer.

The man, if you could call whatever that thing is a man, who put his father into the hospital has his special slot in pristine quality watching over him as he sleeps.

All the bruises, all the pain then all the psychological torment brought from himself and his daddy…

For his own health, he needs to move on.

The lesser person he is probably never will get his retribution against that omniarch that made his entire career and life mean anything just by beating him. Seriously, the day in which he wins against him will never happen. Bolek probably forgot about him by now anyway. Wherever Walter Bolek is though, for all the sickening things and tools he formed from the idea of him that he used to brand his skin with so he couldn’t forget him even if the Machine deems him unworthy of acknowledgement, he hopes that he’s okay.

Because without Bolek, there is no him.

There’s peace in forgetting and moving on from the mechanisms that started his career. The audience and his peers wouldn’t even notice if he just moved on.

But if there’s one certainty, he has to force himself not to.

Because if there is a lack of Walter Bolek and there is a lack of any reason to become someone better. To become the kid that grew to become a man! To become the individual that at the very least…

Did anything that really mattered. Not to the company, not to the forum browsers, not to his father (who he really should be doing it for) but rather just completely undisputedly all for himself.

When it’s all over with he doesn’t have the confidence to think he’ll be a world champion or he’ll amount to anything after he lost every single title he had in under a month even one he just came up with and made in this room right here WITH CARDBOARD.

So, with that crippling insecurity that’s depressing for a professional wrestler.

Tracy needs to do this otherwise he’ll be what he most likely is just as a person, a nobody who has an okay life that they have to turn into a happy one through their own purpose and size in the universe.

Or that’s just what he says to explain the seventeen (EXACTLY SEVENTEEN) alarm clocks that are all blasting at maximum volume different songs in an attempt to wake his lazy ass up.

Which it does sorta because he rolls out of bed already in his Wolfpac inspired ring gear!

Wasn’t as conscious as he would have really hoped to be.

His feet aren’t there to support his weight so his face collides with his rug. Nearly banged his head off the bottom of his computer desk holding his “HACKERMAN” glasses and nothing else besides a faded football sticker on the rear leg. Used to be y’know, a computer on the computer desk but he threw it out in one of his sudden “I WILL BECOME A MAN” motivational spurts where he changes his identity and lifestyle on a whim. Totally blew it when it came to breaking up the pin his best pal was in at the pay per view whenever that was and he remembered his papa saying one day that being on electronics can actually lower his reaction speed! Tracy doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice!

Yeah he’s a special boy.

Another thing that happened a noticeable amount of time ago is when he changed his clothes. Nasty. James is still rocking the same ring gear he lost the tag titles in for some reason. It’d be sanitary if he y’know, like, changed. Hanged out with his bud then went right back in them for some unexplainable Tracy logic. Probably to remind himself. Self detrimental motivation that has a snowball's chance in hell of actually working.

So he sleepily shuffles over to his closet, nearly tripping on the childhood toys just spilled all over his floor. All old, he isn’t a COLLECTOR or anything. Bizarrely enough, that Bob Luger action figure got released pretty recently…

*bzzzzzzzzt. bzzzzzzzzzzt. bzzzzzzzzt*

That’s a phone notification. Would have missed it if the vibration wasn’t coming from his right pocket. He whips it out and enters his passcode of “696969” which is excruciatingly unfunny but Tracy probably chuckled when coming up with it. Swipes down it’s only a self made notification of:

“Check the other phone!”

That’s right. TIM gave him a burner.

Tracy would clearly hide this top secret hush shhh operation communication device.

So all he does is he just reaches into his discount bargain bin Hunter Quinn lookalike hoodie into the pocket and tugs it out of the left pocket. Underwhelming hiding spot, Hacker Man Sir Master Show Ruiner.

But then his door opens and Tracy is caught with his pants down (metaphorically)!

Daniel “Arm Still Broken” E. James:
Breakfast is…

Change your clothes. Please? Alright? It’s weird.

His elderly wooden door is then slammed with such fatherly ferocity that it shakes his ceiling fan that he swears could fall on him at any moment when he’s sleeping!

But uhh…yeah he should do that. It’s a big day for him and a good one as well hopefully. Awkward part is going to be seeing his BFF after the failure at Cyberslam. That uncomfortable emotion might only dwell on him instead of them both. That meet up the two had before just didn’t cure all doubts. Not toward his always innocent unblamable tag partner just toward Tracy James himself. But creepy old guy Tim who stalked him like twice got a plan for them today, it’s his moment to prove to him he’s a reliable Warmachine.

(open to ted)

A bed covered by beautiful expensive silk sheets. That's where our hero, The Ted, wakes up in. Being the Absolute Unit that he is (the dirt sheets say he shrinked by 8 inches but that statement is NOT true!), he usually wakes up around this time. In fact, this is cutting it early. Must be excited for some of that Nickelodeon programming in the morning.

He looks out of the window, eyes slowly opening. Ted had a good night's sleep tonight after all the EPIC TRAINING he did yesterday. (he just watched victorious video essays on youtube) The beautiful grass of his backyard shining on this sunny day. Nothing could go wrong this time.

Ted pours himself some delicious Booty-Os, reminding him of how many booties he has kicked inside the ring. He remembers how the new CMV season is coming soon, and reflects on his beautiful Twitter breaking interview with his friend Shanaz. The Booty-Os are over by now. If only the guys that made it existed still. Anyways. The TV is on! It’s showing some random news report about… no one cares. The Ted turned it off already. Because…

Now, as we all know, to be as insanely fit as The Ted you do need to exercise regularly. Despite his love for sweets as we have seen in time-bending cooking shows and what not, you also need to keep a balanced diet. That’s why he is grabbing a three layer cake to eat at 11:15 AM. Red Velvet flavoured? Well that’s sure to make The Ted Powered Up. While he’s playing the Russian Roulette with his health, he has to know that many future CMV stars are about to Bloom while he’s here wasting time. This guy is a Psycho. A real Bad Boy. He should stop playing Peek-A-Boo with weights and actually prepare for the season as if it was Automatic. Hey he finished eating!

The Ted’s gorgeous greek sculpture eighteen-pack does not suffer alterations as he steps into the garage he remodelled by himself to turn into a workout area. It is currently 11:30. He’s kinda slow at eating ok. The very pretty structure full of machines and other buff guy stuff is SHINING, because despite his daily uses of it, The Ted is a very Clean Guy. He walks past the cardboard cutouts with targets featuring the faces of multiple Renascence members before going to the running machine.

Anyways, Ted moves on and encounters something. A big, 6’3 (NOT taller than Ted, despite what the rumour mill says) and 250 pounds metal humanoid robot, built specifically for wrestling training. This thing was projected by Ted himself to mimic ANY CMV wrestler’s exact movements and behaviour, to be the BEST source of training possible. So much time and energy and blood (Trust me, a lot of blood) was used up to develop this… thing. Well, it’s a robot. But it looks terrifying, Ted is a very wealthy man but he got a lot of run down and destroyed material to make this cyborg.

The research centre used to make this robot is now defunct. That’s how tough it was to do this. Crazy stuff, if you ask me. Who even am I? Now that’s a deep question. That doesn’t matter. The Ted gets the robot in the make-shift ring located in this garage as he turns it into the “Generic” setting. Now the robot is wrestling a lot like Jaxson James. Huh. I guess we have a wrestling match on our hands! The opponents circle the ring as Robo-Ted (that’s what his friends call him) offers a hand for a test of strength. Ted looks at the imaginary crowd like “You see this guy?” before going back to the robot and giving him his hand, however he uses it to deliver a swift kick to the gut. That robot is pretty dumb.

The Ted is such a powerful man, a wonder of human perfection, stronger than half of the entire CMV roster, that the robot collapsed from that kick. Well there goes all that hard work. What time is it? 11:45? Perfect time to go into the CMV forums and use a fake account to bring sympathy to himself. Come on, who doesn’t do that? He logs in to the beautifully creatively named account “TheTedSucksxD” and looks at the popular topics circling right now.

”What’s the tag team scene looking like for this season?” seems like a perfect one. Most people are talking about how Eminence is finally back, as if those two vanilla midgets could do anything that doesn’t involve breaking up in two weeks. One person mentions the newfound alliance between THE Team and Tim LaFave, despite his recent absence from the scene during the break. Ted sees this as the perfect opportunity to speak his mind.

A month ago, Ted did actually believe that, but his hangout with best friend Tracy James was enough to change his mind. Those two always have such good times together. Hey, aren’t they supposed to meet up with Tim today? Ted’s not really sure. But he misses them. Tracy not as much since they saw each other recently, but Best Friends Tim and Ted haven’t had any time together since the loss at CyberSlam. Oh how he misses him. It’s 12:02 PM, and after reflecting on his favourite Tim Pokémon Talk moments, he decides to go into the CMV app, which is 99,99 a month by the way, and watch his FAVOURITE Tim LaFave matches. He was always his Fave.

After about half an hour of struggling to decide what to watch due to the HUMONGUOUS collection of video archive footage available on the CMV Network which YOU, yes you, can also access for only 110,99 a month (also be sure to buy some merch at THE CMV Store!), Ted gets a message from NONE OTHER than his beautiful amazing workrate legend Tracy James, telling him to “Meet me at 12:30 btw! Where should we even go haha I have no idea like there’s that place I like but it’s sorta run down and you’re not the biggest fan of it like I know so like I don’t think we should go there but it’s totally up to you haha no pressure or anything ”

Ted loves this guy. Such a goof. He replies: “yeah, sure. let’s go to cluck u.”

This’ll be fun, won’t it? The two friends going on amazing antics, this time with an old guy looking after them? Everything will go PERFECTLY!