#RedAustin or #BlueAustin?

By: Austin Ramsey

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 13th Oct 2021


Tuesday, October 12, 2021
11:07 p.m.
Manhattan Suite, Hearst Tower
Manhattan, NY



Council of #Austins

Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: Whatever, you know you love me, boy. Besides, when you put a ring on it, you were bound to me for life. Speaking of choices, have you decided to take the red or blue pill yet?

Austin looks into the mirror and begins to sink into the recess of the underground in his mind. The #Austins were all talking at once, and some were yelling. #NiceAustin gets frustrated with the group and loudly whistles to get their attention.

#Nice Austin: That’s quite enough, all of you. We will never get anything accomplished if we are all yelling and talking over one another. Now, this Council of #Austins is hereby called to order. Do we all agree that we can waive the reading of the minutes of the last meeting?

#All Austins: Yes

#Nice Austin: Great, we all know why we are here, the looming decision of the red pill or the blue pill at Ascension.

All of the Austins begin talking again, and #NiceAustin shakes his head.

#The Phoenix: C’mon, guys, we gotta stop arguing with one another.

The other Austins all turn and look at him with disgust on their faces.

#All Austins: Shut the fuck up!

The group has him surrounded, and you can’t tell who is talking.

”God, I really hate him” ”He doesn’t even go here!” ”He is so fucking irritating.” ”Why do we let him sit with us?”

#Nice Austin: That’s enough. Phoenix, I think it best you leave. This isn’t going to be a traditional wrestling match, so you won’t be needed anyway. As a matter of fact, if you aren’t an Austin that fights, please leave, and that should help control some of the chaos. #SexyAustin, please go up and keep Toddy company while we make the decision and take it to Austin.

Several of the Austins shrug and leave the meeting space. Satisfied #NiceAustin smiles until he sees the new #Austin is still there. He didn’t care for this new one because he still hadn’t identified himself or his purpose in the ecosystem, which was problematic. This one was dark, mean, and intense and did not follow the rules when it came to switching drivers on the train. He was a menace and brought chaos whenever he was around. But he was a fighter, so he was allowed to stay. Not that any of the other Austin’s would be able to move him, and that took medication to weaken him enough so one of the others could take over.

#Unidentified Austin: Why do you get to stay, chump? You ain’t a fighter. Who elected you the leader of the group?

#MeanAustin: He is the most level-headed of all of us, and he applies logic and strategy, so we need him. Plus, he is one of the few of us that gets to talk to the actual Austin. So, he stays.

#NiceAustin: Now then, I’d like to continue if you are done waving your dick around.

#Unidentified Austin: Come closer, sweetheart, I’ll waive this dick around and give you a black eye when I slap you with it.

#NiceAustin: No thanks, no one knows who you are, and I like to get to know my lover first. Anyway, let’s review what the red and blue pills mean. The red pill, and you won’t be in a group; you will be like a mercenary that is tasked to eliminate a superstar. There is a bounty, and if you successfully down your opponent, you get Blood Money. If you take the blue pill, you will be placed into a group with other people who took the blue pill and form a temporary stable and then split the Blood Money amongst the group.

#SpitefulAustin: Why would we ever take the blue pill? That sounds like hot garbage.

#MeanAustin: Yeah, we all have our individual jobs to protect Austin, but he gave us all the same mission, protect Toddy at all costs. We take the blue pill, and how can we protect her?

The Austins are silent and deep in thought because none of them saw the blue pill as an option, and they all knew it. They also knew the red pill was a gamble because what if the target they were given was a member of Dynasty? Or worse, what if it was Todrick? There was no way to control that, but not being a part of night two was not an option. There were still ways to protect Toddy if they went rogue. But that also meant protecting Paul and Michelle because if either of them were eliminated, that would not bode well for Toddy either. The silence seemed like it went on for an eternity.

#BoxingAustin: Who says we can’t take out our target and then follow Toddy around and jump whoever is trying to attack her? Miss F said nothing about that in her announcement of the rules.

#NiceAustin: I’m sure they have a plan for that, and I don’t think we should proceed with that plan. Table it for now, and if they don’t announce a rule preventing it, then we gladly pick it back up.

#MeanAustin: Fellas, aren’t we kinda doing the same thing everyone else does when it comes to underestimating Toddy? We talked about this with Dr. York in therapy. Who says Toddy needs protecting?

The Austins fall silent and let the words register.

#NiceAustin: He has a very valid point. We are doing that, and I feel awful. We can’t allow any setbacks because, hopefully, Austin won’t need any of us one day soon. Toddy didn’t need us to become the Manhattan Champion, and she won’t need us to retain it, so by that logic, she won’t need us to protect her on night two.

#UnidentifiedAustin: Fuck it then, let’s just go in there and fuck shit up. You pussies are all the reason why everyone has forgotten us. I’m here to fix that. You guys let us all be forgotten and discarded throughout the entire season, and none of you raised hell about it. You were all content to carry Toddy’s purse. Fucking pathetic, the lot of you. I’m going to be the one who fights on night two.

He cracks his knuckles and smirks at the group.

#UnidentifiedAustin: Unless one of you has an objection, and please feel free to stop me.

The other Austins know how that scenario plays out, and they want no part of it. They would secretly meet to figure out a way to pull him out of the driver’s seat when his part was done.

#NiceAustin: So, we are all agreed, red pill it is.

#AllAustins: Agreed.

#NiceAustin: Alright, this meeting is adjourned. I’ll let Austin know what we all decided.

The Austins all get up and go their separate ways. Meanwhile, on the surface #SexyAustin was keeping Toddy occupied like he was told.

Austin Ramsey: I haven’t decided which pill to take yet. Probably gonna choose the red pill. I’ll take out my target and then see what happens. One thing I know for sure is, I won’t mess this up for you. You don’t need my protection because you have proved yourself, you are worthy, and you are enough. You didn’t need me to ascend to where you are, and I’m not going to be a doubter that you need me to keep flying high.

Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: What are you going to do if I’m your target?

Austin doesn’t like that question and squirms in the vanity seat.

Austin Ramsey: Well, Babe, this is business, and I have a job to do, just like you. I would hope that FIGHT wouldn’t pit us against one another, but it was bound to happen one day. We are going to give it our all and the best person will win. Same if I have to fight any of the members of Dynasty. They chose you over me, so there is no love lost there. I’ll show them how good I am. I gotta get my career back in gear, so all bets are off.

Todrick smiles and stands up and kisses Austin on top of his head.

Austin Ramsey: Imma take a walk and gather my thoughts. There was a Council of #Austins about Ascension, and I’m dying to know what they came up with.



Wednesday, October 13, 2021
1:18 p.m.
Outside of Hearst Tower
Manhattan, NY


“#Red Austin”


Austin has on a red light jacket and a black t-shirt and jeans. He also has on red sneakers and his red NY Yankees hat. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks up at the marquee that is advertising all the Ascension bouts. He is irritated that he doesn’t see his name or picture up there.

”This is straight-up bullshit. I know it, Toddy knows it, hell, the entire planet knows it. Who the hell decided that I needed the rug pulled out from underneath me? I’m the backstage bitch that doesn’t get called up if someone else on the roster can’t pull their weight. I truly have become “Toddy’s Husband.” I hate this, but what can I do? I didn’t stick up for myself one time during season one, and now here we are. It’s fucking bullshit, man.”

Austin lets out a primal growl and walks away from the building.

”Guess I gotta let everyone know which pill I’m going to take. Fuck are the other #Austins going to start fighting about who gets to talk on the live? Fuck that and fuck them, I’m just going to do it. They can get pissy with me later.”

Austin takes out his phone and goes live.

Austin Ramsey: Hey Rockstars! No, that isn’t right. What am I supposed to call you? Hmm…right…focus Austin.

Austin laughs at himself and turns his attention back to the screen.

Austin Ramsey: I know that everyone is eager to know if Austin will take the red or the blue pill. I guess I kept you in suspense long enough. Can you guess just by looking at me? Red is my favorite color, so it is the obvious choice. Now, most of you think you know why I’m choosing the red pill, but you would be incorrect. This decision has nothing to do with my amazing spouse. She doesn’t need me anyway, and she has proven that several times over. I am coming to remind you of who I am. I’m coming to fuck shit up and set the place on fire. No, not literal fire like you need the fire department. When you look at all the posters and the marquees for Ascension, there is one thing missing, my handsome face.

How can I ascend if no one sees me for me? How can I ascend? When is it my turn? I’m not going to fucking cry about it; I’m going to do something about it. No one is safe, like absolutely no one. I hear the comments about my disorder, and it’s a joke to a lot of you, but that shit don’t bother me none. Most of you would crumble if you had to spend five minutes in my shoes. Oh, you don’t like me, why don’t you just suck my dick already and move out. I’m not here to be liked anymore; that version of Austin died when I wasn’t put on the program. So, I am going to become the program with the most horrific display of violence I can muster up.

Wanton violence and destruction of my assigned target are in the cards. Call your local psychic and pray that they don’t tell you that you will cross paths with me. I’ll settle for nothing less than your head on my mantle as a conversation piece leading into season two of FIGHT. All that friendship shit is donzo during the match. We can kick it and smoke some of my medicine afterward, but you gotta make sure I don’t put that ass in the infirmary first. Besides, some of y’all bitches smile in my face and stab me in the back. I hear you and do my best not to catch a case. I’m sick of some of you weak bitches, sneak dissing me. I don’t trust most of you anymore, so why not be all out for myself. Ain’t nobody gonna take better care of me than me. You can knock me down, but Imma get up on a 10.

I’ve never been a fraud in my fucking life, but some of you act like I don’t really have this struggle in my head. Well, I’m going to introduce you to my new friend, and he gives zero fucks when it comes to mercy. He will smack you and the bitch that you act like. You think you’ve seen me act wild before. You ain’t seen nothing yet. I hope everyone knows that I mean this. I only hold alliances with some of you anyway.

I don’t have an alliance with anyone in the NSQ. After what bitch ass Dickie did to Toddy at Venom #9, I would love to get my hands on him. I knew the dude was bitch made but a sneak attack in the restroom? No wonder he hasn’t defended his stupid title the entire time he’s had it. It’s one sneak attack another, and to me, that makes him one of the weak bitches I talked about earlier. Austin fears no bitch, and I’m the threat he don’t want to tangle with. Imma see you around bitch, and when I see you, it’s on sight. Period.

Everybody acts like Warstein is hot shit, and they all line up to suck his dick. He ain’t the second coming of the messiah; he is just a man that you all prop up on a pedestal. Is he good at what he does? Yeah, anyone can see that, but if some of you put as much energy into digging into the guy, then you would see he is flawed just like the rest of us. It would be my pleasure to show you that Zeus he is not, and he lives on Earth with all of us “mere” mortals. Since he is apparently the man to beat, fuck it, imma beat him or anyone else on that team that gets in my way. I don’t know much about the rest of em. But I don’t need to know about them because when a target is put in my way, I pull the trigger and make no mistake, I hit dead center and knock the bitch down. NSQ can be beaten if all of you pull your heads out of your asses.

FYA, they ain’t hot shit either. Dane and I are on good terms, and he is one of the few that actually understands my troubles, and he understands the pressure on my shoulders that feels like boulders. But if one of them is the target, I won’t see any stoplight. Dane is tough, but he is broken, and Austin understands broken and how it works. He has so much on his plate with fixing his marriage, his troubles with Joe Montuori. Can he trust Sahara when it comes to Ricky? Sahara has said that she will do anything for the business, so someone is getting their heartbroken that night. Everyone says they can separate the professional from the personal, but that is bullshit, and we all know it. The way I see the team is everyone has a problem with Joe, and they are gonna be so focused on a strategy for his mind games that ultimately they will fall. If I gotta take one of them out in the process, so be it. I also don’t get MDM being on their team; he doesn’t go there. He’s like different-sized implants in boobs on that team.

Then there is The Cure; now I do gotta problem with this one because there is a possibility I gotta fight my brother, Brandon Moore. I won’t like it, just like I wouldn’t like fighting Toddy, but B is a warrior, and he understands Mortal Kombat. Once it’s over, we are gonna get high as shit and laugh it off. I gotta do what I gotta do no matter the target. B isn’t going to be at full strength after all that brutality at the last few Venom’s, so I gotta play it smart and pick my spots to take him down. He can be beaten if the dance is done correctly. A lot of people have forgotten what a beast Apathy is. I didn’t she puts in that work like she did in OPW when we faced Paul for his title. Her mistake was letting B be the leader of her faction. It makes her look weak as fuck. Not to mention they have been breaking like eggs in that group, so will they really be able to pull it off under pressure? They are good at laying down on their backs, so I see no reason why Ascension will be any different.

The only one loyal in that group is Enforcer, but Apathy keeps him on that leash, which is the only smart thing she is doing these days. Eion O’Rouke is another one that seems out of place on that team. They keep Pasty Patty around because of his size, and it can’t be his brain because no one ever really understands what he is saying, and that’s annoying. There is Rosetta Stone and all sorts of apps to help out. That’s right, I said it, I just looked at my wrist, and I got time tonight. I’m crossing all lines tonight. Finally, there is Sarah Wolf, who I hope Dru destroys on night one in the Bareknuckle Championship match. She walks around like her shit doesn’t stink and does whatever she wants. I can’t stand that shit. Bitch thinks she’s crazy, but she hasn’t tangled with Austin yet. I’ll show you crazy if the target is on your back.

Then there is Dynasty. Look, I like all of them but let’s face it, they discarded me like I was a piece of trash, and I’m supposed to have loyalty to them? Fuck all that noise, bottom line is we can get gangsta or keep it cordial when we see one another. I’m able to separate what I gotta do from our lives on the outside. See, here’s my real issue, everyone who knows me knows that loyalty means everything to me, and I am always down like four flat tires for anyone who fucks with me. Paul gave me some flimsy ass excuse as to why he picked Toddy over me, but I don’t but it. You wanted Toddy for her star power. People aren’t talking about me like they are talking about her, so you needed this flashy-ass team. Cool cool, ion like it, but that’s life now. Here’s what none of you counted on, if I gotta fight Toddy and take her out, I’m going to do it. NONE OF YOU ARE SAFE!

I’d take out my mother; well, I hate my egg and sperm donor, so that ain’t a good example, but you get what I mean. Ricky is probably gonna go back to hating me if I lay Sahara out because that’s who he is now. He is already gonna be fragile after his dramatic loss to Toddy on night one in the Manhattan Championship match. Crushing him won’t be hard. He will be too focused on his bi..girlfriend. Do I want to fight Joe? No, he’s good peoples, and I’m happy that he is happy with Mia. He and I have gotten to know each other pretty well, and I even consider him a friend, but I’m not letting that stand in my way. If I gotta face him, then I’ll do it, but I can’t wait to see him destroy FYA so I can get my seven chuckles in.

Finally, there is Michelle and Pauly. Damn, by hurting them, I hurting Toddy. All I gotta say is I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of this bullseye. Believe me, I don’t backtrack, and I will take you out if I have to. You both have been nice to me so I won’t enjoy it. Who knows what shape you both will be in after your championship matches on night one? Taking you out may be a mercy kill, in all honesty. I will do the job that everyone expects to do and watch this fragile faction crumble. Everyone thinks this team is the weakest link. If I have to prove them all right, then so be it. Don’t go against me and then ask for my help.

The moral of this story is I don’t trust nobody, and all bets are off when I see you on night two. Austin “MF’in” Ramsey is scorching everything in his path. You can’t compete when you can’t compare. I would advise you all not to play with me. When you play with fire, you get burned.

Austin throws up his middle finger and cuts the live feed. He shoves his hands back into his pockets and continues to walk into the darkness of the night.