Book XI: Chapter X2
[Part One]Water...

"Well there now. don't you all see it clearly now. Of course they have higher digits in the W column, and more gold, but that's about to change. MAny people will say I've been saying this, but change takes time. And if you've been paying attention with at least half a brain cell... you can notice the tables turning ever so slowly. No one cares about the wins or losses anymore anyway. We all know those are rigged, and staged. It's the pure violence, and warfare outside the matches. Within them... it's not the outcome, but what happens between the bells. Of course to some people I guess Wins and losses mean something. I guess I'm have a different view of that. I assume that tends to happen when you've been around for ten damned years, and your win column has three digits, and your loss column is less than fifty. After so long the numbers tend to lose their meaning."


"So I'm sure you're all waiting for me to use my psychic powers and tell you what's going to happen this week. But I'm afraid i can't do that, because the man who runs the show is against me. So I would say that I'm going to lose, but he has me pitted against some jobber who got kiced out of Imperium, and hasn't done jack shit in United, if he's even in United. Fuck, I don't even think anyone cares about him. Jason Davis, the Ego. I've already proven that this is what I do, and that I'm the best at it. So I'll go right ahead and make the prediction, just like last week. The only difference is I'm not taking the fall again, I'm tired of that schtick. Jason Davies is going to be just another notch in my Win column. Which makes me sound like a complete hypocrite. But the fact of the matter remains, that even thouht the actual amount of W's or L's doesn't mean dick, I'm not going to get any closer to Angel, by losing now am I? And that is my ultimate goal. But first I have two other issues to handle. And I actually have a solution to it that the Kid might like to hear, especially since I know he's now itching to see me get my ass beaten. you see my loyal Psychotix. Your favorite, friendly neighborhood, twisted psycho still knows how to use his superior intellect to play games. He's just a little rusty from time to time in the ring. It's slowly coming back to him. A few months on a beer binge'll do that to ya. I leave you with this my Legion... the game is wounded and afoot. I will hunt them down and strike quickly, with my fellow hunters beside me. Prepare to meet the Madman.



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After the promotion I left to the hotel.


I stood there, overlooking the slew of Detroit city lights from the suite at the Holiday Inn. the red orange glow was comforting, as was the soft inhale of nicotine and chemicals to my lungs. Above me were the heavens, and their stars, ever vigilant and watchful, like mothers to their children. At times it seemed as though there was a star for everyone, and yet most of the time, I was certain they were all mine.


Below me were the hundreds of tiny moving pairs of dual lights. Moving swiftly through the shadowed rivers of city streets... As I smoked my cigarette I pondered how I wound take care of my problem. I had only one plan, and it wasn't a very sound one, but one that would work nonetheless, if I could find that skill I had apparenlty misplaced inside my smoke filled cranium.


The door opened behind me and CJ quietly entered. It wasn't just his reflection in the large bay window that gave him away, but the smell of heap cologne. The man smelled like a cheap french whore, but it was atleast a pleasant scent, and not overpowering. He took a seat at the small table I had set up, and patiently waited a moment before speaking. "What's going on James? My next big thing calls me up and says to meet him, you know I make the time, and i said I would, I did, and we arranged this meeting... now what's up? You wouldn't give way to a damn thing over the phone... Why? Why insist on face to face?"


"Because I feel safer, and more comfortable." I say as I turn to him, and remove my tophat. I move to the seat opposite him. "I must admit, I was skeptical as to whether or not you would show or not, but then again you have met me before and share in my beliefs of how good I am. You're just having problems getting things past the Board, which happens. Not to mention I've been slipping spots, and botching horribly. I'm fixing that, this week. all the kinks are going to be worked out on a Mr. Davis." I say taking a drag from my cigarette and sliding a piece of paper in front of CJ.


He looks at what is written on it, the one line. "This is ludacris! You'd be crippled! Injured Reserve! Out of commission! or possibly worse! this would kill you!" he excaims with a hint of fear in his voice as his cheap cologne had started to burn my nostrils.


"Think what you want, about putting anyone else in that equation, but that's the math I want to do. I've calculated every step, just like a mathmatician, the only thing left to do is make the other two disappear like a damn magician. To quote a Young Jeezy Lyric." I respond to him with a snicker.


"I'll see what I can do James, but I really don't want to do this... and of course it won't happen this week... there's no point in even trying to talk you out of this is there?" He says, then asks giving me a questionging look.


"You'd have a better chance of getting a vegan to eat meat... And I don't care when it happens as long as it's before I get my hands on Angel. Other than that... Just go make it Happen CJ. You know as well I do you want to see it."


"You know they'll treat it as a handicap..."


"But it's not is it... and they don't get along do they?" I say as I lean forward, sending him an icey glare accompanied by a devilish grin.


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