**** Part 2

I pull up outside my house. A brick rancher home that sits on a ¼ acre of land. It’s two thirty in the morning so no one is around or even up at this hour in the morning in this neighborhood. I grab the unopened letter from Anarchy Wrestling I received at the school. I get out of my thunderbird and walk from the stone path from the Driveway to my front door. As I open the front screen door a package falls from its wedged spot between the screen door and the wooden front door.

I pick it up and walk through the front door. I throw the package with no return address on it on the couch to my left and quickly make my way to the kitchen down the main hall. I reach the refrigerator and open the door to pull out the glass of orange juice I didn’t finish for breakfast. I take a sip and then start to open the letter I received from Anarchy Wrestling. I run my finger in between the envelope and its flap. Damn. I just got a paper cut. I look at the cut and it starts to bleed a little. So I just suck on my finger to take the blood away.

My body instantly starts to shake a little and I start to get an onslaught of memories to do with blood, rats, and death.

I quickly brace the side of the counter to keep myself from falling to the floor. After a few seconds the images fade away and I can concentrate on where I am. After a few deep breathes I take up the envelope again and take out the paper.

I scan through it and it’s a basic summary of the small Promo that Vinny Vegas decided he wanted to cut and show off. Sounds like he knows a few things but then again he is also completely in the dark as well.

I can’t help but to shake my head and let out a small laugh at the fact he thinks I have some gay porno in the back of my office. A poor attempt at a joke. Not bad as it was a little funny. But no where near a success. And someone really needs to tell this man that Universities scholar programs do not have divisions, just the sports teams. And unfortunately for Towson, they are only in Division 3. But no worries, he should learn soon enough.

By the sounds of things in this letter, he doesn’t keep very intelligent company. But you choose who you hang around with. I don’t really care much. As long as he keeps them away from the ring, I think we’ll have a good enough match.

I ball up the paper and toss it towards the trash can like shooting a basketball. It hits the left side of the can and falls onto the floor. Basketball was never a strong sport of mine. Eh, I’ll just leave it there till the morning. That is if my cat Loki doesn’t use it as a play to.

I grab my glass of Orange juice again and walk down the hall. I stop to pick up the package I threw on the couch and then headed to my study. I walk through the door way, past my shelves of books and set my drink and my package on the desk next to my key board and monitor. As I sit down I hit my key boards space bar and the monitor springs to life with Firefox open to the Anarchy Wrestling main web site.

I quickly close the tab and open up my web cam program. The green light comes on, on the camera, I just to make sure the lighting is just enough to wear only my face is being shown in darkness like its floating in mid air. Then I scroll down and hit the record the button.

“Good Evening!” I start off with. “Welcome to yet another video Blog of Adrian Cornell. Unfortunately for most I am going to change the subject matter of tonight’s blog. Instead of talking about another type of science, I am going to talk about another love of mine. Professional Wrestling. For those of you who do not know, I have recently signed a contract with Anarchy Wrestling. Two weeks ago I was to face off against someone in a dark match, but the opponent never showed. Big whoop I know. But it’s not going to count as an official win. No big deal.”

“But that’s not the reason for this blog. No, no. Tonight is going to be about my upcoming opponent who calls Himself Vinny Vegas. The gambler, Vinny Vegas if I’m not mistaken. From what I’ve seen the man is decent. He’s not the worst I’ve seen in the ring, but certainly not the best. That can be said for a lot of the talent in Anarchy Wrestling. Sorry Mr. Caine.”

“Now first things first, Mr. Vegas, you’re challenge, the last man standing challenge. I am sorry to inform you but I do accept the last man standing match. It will probably be the best match of the night. Nothing on the card for the night can compare to the violence and brutality that will be endured in the match.”

“Vinny, there are some things in this world that are simple and easy. Just as well there are things in this world that can be complicated and difficult. Very Difficult. And with this coming “All night Action 3”, things for both me and you are going to be very complicated and difficult. Now see, if you’re telling yourself, There is nothing difficult about what needs to be done. I just go in there and beat the living daylights out of you till you can’t get up and then I am declared the winner. We’ll I am sorry to say that only those that are simple minded think that way.”

I chuckle to myself and give him and everyone else a few seconds to think about it before I continue. “You see, for you, you know nothing about me. You don’t know if I have weak knees you can exploit. You’re not sure of what abuse and punishment I can take. You don’t even know how I’ll react to the sight of my own blood. Or even yours. Think about it Vinny. You can go all out and eventually bust me open. You can take the risk of the fact that it could drive me nuts and I would freak out and be very reckless in the ring. The sight of my own blood could force me to concentrate more. Make me alarmed and more aware of what’s going on. Or it could just make me lose control and become very brutal and blood thirsty. Perhaps beyond the point of what even you can handle. Would you be willing to go that far?”

“However the same goes for me. I don’t know your weaknesses or your strength. However with me being who I am, I am able to be very patient and wait for an opportunity to present itself. I’ll help you out a little and let you know this, I might look fragile and like a dork seeing as I am a science Professor. But I know how to take a beating. I’ve taken plenty in my life time. Some I’ve lost. Some I’ve won. Which one will you be a part of? I know right know you’ll say you’ll be a part of the group of the victorious. But how do you know yourself that you won’t gamble one too many times in our match? I mean that is what you do isn’t it? I’m sure you pretty much gamble on everything you do in hopes it pays off? Whether it be luck, or skill. It’s all bound to run out sooner or later. And come All night Action 3, both are going to run out a little too soon for your liking.”

I back away from the computer to where my face is only a very dimly lit shadow in the camera. “Vinny, and all other views of this blog, I bid you ado for the time being.”

I click stop on the recording programming and then save it. It’ll be safe to post in the morning. I take another sip of my orange juice and grab the package I brought in with me. I look at it confused as I do not see any return address. With my curiosity peaked I take off the top piece of tape that keeps it closed. I open the flaps and take out the folded piece of paper on top. I read the five simple words written in what looks like splattered blood. “I KNOW WHO YOU ARE” I swallow hard and start to take off the top layer of paper. I immediately start to get sick at the sight of its contents…

End Part 2****