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Where do I begin? Hell, I don’t even remember where I left off in the first place. It’s a little disappointing to try and find something new to talk about with people who have heard what you had said before. It’s pretty obvious that people don’t want to hear anyone talk about the same thing over and Either way, I’m a person who just has to give explanations about himself. Why? Basically I’ve been told all my life that I’m a very difficult person to deal with. I’ve been told that by the members of m over again, repeating everything that they have heard before. In my case, most people don’t want to hear me talk at all. The reason being is because I’ve been put in the category as someone who talks way too much. But so what, I am who I am, and there’s nothing that they can do about it. I don’t really mean to talk as much as people say I do, but I just can’t help it. What more can I really say? I do get carried away from time to time. I can tell you why I do go over board with what’s on my mind. It all stems off of the fact that I personally don’t like it when people in general feel that they have the need to cut themselves short when they explain themselves to people. I could understand it if you cut things off in a regular conversation, that’s only because that particular person might not feel that it is necessary to give the other person anymore information than what that person might need, want, or would like to know. When talking to more than just one person, I feel that explaining yourself to the fullest extent of the subject that you are discussing is very crucial. I’m a very straightforward and blunt guy, but I feel it’s a tad bit rude to just not give people the full shebang on what information that you are sharing with others. Thus explaining why I talk so damn much. If it gives you headache, then that’s too bad. I hope your fucking head explodes. Take a fucking Tylenol then pussy. A little harsh wasn’t I? If I was, then good. It might get the pussy juice out of your system, and you can sit back, grow some balls, and listen to what I have to say without any problems. It’s no surprise as to how much people want to build you in their own image. Too bad that my image won’t fit anyone else’s but my own. Why say that, you might ask. All because I know for a fact that people don’t like that I talk too much, so those people would then just start throwing in negative remarks that would most likely put me down. Discouraging my need to go on and on and on about things I feel that is necessary to share with all of you. No one else might feel that it is, but I do, and that’s all that really matters at the end of the day right? Sure Drake Komodo didn’t like it, and it have Raziel a headache. All the better for me. I’m doing something worth while, I made someone’s day difficult. Maybe you guys can send a few emo kids over and listen to me talk. Then they could end up killing themselves. So I guess the Black Order will do just fine. So even though my peers will blatantly come out and say that they don’t like what I’m doing, and would rather have me do things this way, or another way, putting me down for my efforts is the best thing that they can do. Unfortunately it doesn’t work like that. It only makes things worse, as I will just end up talking more, and more, until I guess they would have no other choice but to kill themselves. If you think about it, I’m always thinking about it actually.....but when you think about it, every man in the XWF can definitely take a shot to head with a steal chair, and powerbomb through a glass table, a piledriver on a bed of nails, and suicide dive off of a steel cage, yet you can’t even sit down and listen to what it is I have to say for about....an hour or two? No? Men won’t complain about physical harm that has been done to them, but once their mentally has to come into work for the first time in their pathetic lives, they end up losing their fucking minds. It’s terrible, I know. Now I don’t mean to brag, but I can handle both without any problems afterwards. Maybe that’s why I have a higher tolerance for women than most men do. Then again, I had to deal with Italian women for my entire life, so dealing anybody else, both men and women, for that matter, isn’t really that much of a terrible factor. So most likely the men in the XWF can do me a simple favor and grow some balls. I know already said, just wanted to make sure that it begins to stick in your heads. If I’m coming off as an asshole, then I will not be apologizing for it. It’s who I am, and it’s what I’ll always be. It never helps to be an asshole, because at the end of the day no one likes an asshole. Then again, I keep forgetting to tell all of you that I don’t care what people think about me. That’s how I’ve always been anyway. Caring about what others think only shows weakness in my opinion. Now don’t get it confused people, I will most definitely have a problem about people talking about me. That reason being is because you just never know what kind idiotic remarks that a person could be saying about you. That’s the only thing that will piss me off. I will have more respect for you, as a human being, if you can grow some balls and say what you have to say about me to my face. Ever since I’ve been here, I’ve never really had anybody come up to me and say what they felt about me to my face. Maybe because they really think that I wasn’t worth their time. Or maybe they just felt intimidated by me. Who knows? The only thing that got so riled up when I attacked the Tribe, was the fact Drake Komodo just swore that he was better than me. Even after our last match, where his assumption didn’t prove anything. I just wanted to show him and his buddies that he wasn’t, and neither were they. That was a mistake, which resulted in me going away for as long as I did. Trust me folks, I will not be making that mistake again. The only thing I can do is learn from it. I’ve always learned from my mistakes, and I’ve definitely learned from this one. The first thing I figured out was that I needed to control my anger. That was what got me into my predicament. From ever since I came back from my year long absence, prior to my time spent in prison, I thought that I was going to be able to control my anger even better. I thought that I would’ve been more focused on business, rather than letting my personal feelings get in the way of what I suppose to focusing on. Then, when you’re with a set a new allies, who you have a high level of respect for, watching them get used as punching bags every week, and then to be mocked on top of that? It really pissed me off, and I wasn’t going to stand for it. I could’ve done something different, when it came to dealing with the situation, but I just let my anger get the best of me. Then when I started to think about it, I then began to wonder if something was happening to me. I’m usually able to control my anger more often than before. I was staring to think if I was finally going to be cured. Cured of the diseased that has been with me ever since I was child. Something that wouldn’t have allowed me to go and let my anger get the best of me. Something that wouldn’t have allowed me to get arrested and get sent to prison. Now some of you might be wondering what in the hell could I possibly be talking about. Some of you already know what it is, and I know one man definitely remembers what it is as well. It actually made him angry, which is what it was meant to do in a way. The Invictus Sickness ladies and gentleman. Having a disease like the Invictus Sickness only proves that you can’t, won’t, and will never succumb to acting in a foolish manner. Cyren doesn’t posses it, that’s why it most likely pissed him off. Either way, that’s not what’s important right now. All I’m saying is that I thought I was going to be cured of my disease, all because of how angry I was getting towards our enemies, in a so called “war”. Was I close to ever being cured? No, not even in the slightest. I did Understand, what was going on, and I knew the Truth as well. So a little anger couldn’t have cured anything. Therefore the Invictus Sickness, is still alive and well. Apart from the “Sickness” is that Cyren has, mine has actually helped me in prison. Instead of it making me go insane. Being in prison can make any man go insane. I’ve seen the results of what prison has to men. They would change for better or for worse. The majority of the time, they’ve changed for the worse than for the better. Most of them might have gotten more in touch with their feminine side, or more in touch with their inner demons. I couldn’t say that would never be me, coming out of prison with those kind of results. All because you’ll just never know what would happen to you while you’re on the inside. Lucky for me I didn’t change for the worse, but only for the better. Being on the inside allowed me to think of mistakes, thus making MY Sickness get worse. In other words, making me better. I knew being there wasn’t going to kill me only because I knew that no could kill me, and that I wasn’t going to let it happen. I only myself inside of that place. I had no one else their who possessed what I had. Everyone was there for even worse crimes than what I had been put in there for. So they couldn’t possibly think of anything else that made their crimes look as glorious as they thought they were. It didn’t make sense to me, but I just brushed it off. I didn’t have time to worry about other prisoners and their problems. No one could cope with themselves, as much as dealing with the harsh conditions that was set for them in prison. It was very sad watching these men fight amongst themselves for supremacy in just a terrible place. It was all that they had, so you can’t really blame them. All I had was my pride and dignity, so that was the only thing I was willing to fight for. When the time came, I did. It was what I was doing when I attacked the Tribe in the first place. That’s why I knew that the Invictus Sickness wasn’t going to go anywhere. Especially when I was inside of those prison walls. It wasn’t easy maintaining my composure. I actually thought I was about to be cured. Then as time went on, it was proven that it was impossible As the realization hit me that the Invictus Sickness can never be cured. You had men who tried to fight it out of me, but failed miserably. I had the prisoners, the prison guards, and even the warden. It was pathetic, it was one mental game after the other. The warden was the best at it, and the prisoners were the worse. Then there was the physical altercations that were taken place, which landed me in the hole. It was all due to the prisoners who felt that I was just a pushover, I was happy to prove that person wrong. Everyone tried to beat this out of me, but it only kept me entertained as I spent my time in prison. It felt like forever in that place, which made things even worse. I enjoyed their little games in the process. It was just one of the things that helped me get through my time their. I will never go back, only because it’s a terrible place to be, and embarrassing to have it on your record. Only because a pussy named Drake Komodo feared you. It’s okay though, because I’m still Sick and stable as ever. Like I said before, if you guys don’t mind me repeating myself, it wasn’t easy spending my time in there. Invictus Sickness came through for me when it was needed, and a it was most important. With all of the altercations that I went through, how could it not? I made it quite clear to everyone, and anyone, who decided to disrupt my moments of seclusion, would pay heavily for it. That they did, and I continued to remain as calm and collected as I always am. There efforts couldn’t come at a better time either. Whenever they would try any kind of shenanigans, each of the “symptoms” came in at the right time, when it was most definitely needed. Regardless of what those idiots were plotting, against me, having that on my mind wasn’t the only thing that stuck with me. The thought of freedom stayed in my mind, and so did revenge. Then I realized that revenge would not take me very far. It would most likely land me back in prison, as if I were to come out and find Drake, and hurt him again. I only had that thought when I was in the hole. When Lee Stone came to visit me and told me that Drake had left the XWF, I figured that I might as well forget about my thoughts for revenge. Focusing on carrying on the vision that we Vigilantes had was the only thing that suddenly became stuck in my mind. When I would speak to Lee, he told me some of the things that was going on. With him and Christian wanting to leave the company. I was a little upset with it, only because I wanted them both to be there when I came back. I felt that wouldn’t be fair to me. Then when I thought about it, was it fair to them that I went I got myself locked up? No, it definitely wasn’t. When you actually have the time to sit down and think things through, it changes your whole perspective on the way how you treat and deal with people. I was apart of a group, a good group. In that group I was suppose to be a selfless person, and work together with my allies. Instead I got selfish, and went out to perform that task on my own. Now that I have returned, I’m really going to be on my own again. Which is fine, because I have done so before, and I’ve done well the first time. With what I’ve learned from Lee, Christian, and Alex, I know for a fact that I will do much better than before. I don’t think that I will be able to join another stable. I only worked with the Vigilantes just because I they promised me that they were going to help me bring out my true potential. They lived to their word, and now I’m ready to show everyone the true potential that I posses. The reason why I can’t, and won’t, work with another stable again is because Lee and Christian were there as my mentors, and at the same time, my partners. Everyone else in the XWF seems as if they want to control the younger guys and building them up the way hoe they want them to be. That’s what set us, the Vigilantes apart from every other stable. Even if Lee did try to gain any kind of control against me, he would’ve found out the hard way about how uncontrollable I really am. Uncontrollable, yet level headed. Which is something that most men wish that they could handle. With me being uncontrollable, it obviously makes me a difficult person to deal with. For the people in authority that is. Like Jon, Smitty, and Fran Damage. Just to name the men who I have had encounters with in the XWF thus far. I have however had problems with the promoters in the other companies that I have worked for. I just don’t get why the majority of the men in the entire world have to go out and seek domination. No matter if you’re in prison or in the XWF, it’s all the same bullshit that goes on. I can remember laughing in my fathers face, while he was screaming at me, making his demand that I would stop wrestling and become a construction worker. I wouldn’t have it any other way, being who I am. I am a very loyal person when it comes down to those who do right by me. Lee did that, so my loyalty is deep for Lee Stone, since he’s no longer here, I am loyal to nobody but myself. There’s not a single person who can come around and tell me what to do. No one ever has, and no one ever will. I get so bad because I don’t even take suggestions from anyone either. I get ignorant from time to time, mistaking peoples advice as signs of them controlling me. I can remember C2 giving the suggestion to not go out there and kick Drake in the face. I was stupid enough to ignore him, which was my fault, obviously. I should have heeded the warning. I would’ve been here. I would’ve been able to see my mentors leave instead of patiently waiting to get out of my jail cell. The mistake I made I for being uncontrollable was futile. I’m going to make up for my mistake, while having no other choice but to live with it. Pretending that it never happened would just be naive. I’ll use this as one portion of my drive to get where I need, and want to be in the XWF. It makes no sense for me to use this as an excuse for any possible failure that could occur in the near future. If anything, it was all brought upon me, and it was my fault. Nothing more or less than that. I can only take a advantage of this to keep moving, even stronger than I was before. Or I could fall and get lost in the shuffle like some other veterans who had a substantial amount of success, who can now be classified as a group of fuck ups. Those men will not be mention, but take a wild guess as to who they might be, trust me, it’s not hard to figure out who I could be referring too. Regardless, I can’t become any less than what I am right now, and by my standards, it’s very low. I have to crawl back up to the top the old fashioned way. That’s by beating everyman that steps in front of me in the ring. I can’t just say that I’m the best anymore, I have to go out and prove it. I can’t believe I’m doing this all over again, but I have no other choice. Most men would be very disappointed in doing this, but I’m actually looking forward to do this over again. The rise to any kind of respectable level in the XWF is very exhilarating. Even though I’m not doing this for fun, it does make me excited, just slightly though. The attitude that I brought the last time is nothing compared to the attitude that bringing this time around.. If anyone remembers what it was like to be in my presence last time, then I guarantee that this time will be much worse than before. Cowardice, and pitifulness has never been a description of me. when you see step back out into the arena’s across the world once again, you will know why I will never be described as a coward, nor a pitiful man. Aggression, persistence, integrity, and confidence, combined with the masterfulness, competence, versatile, and relentless skills and talent that I posses in ring, and you have the Undisputed Attitude that I now have infused inside of me. My new and improved Undisputed Attitude will be the reason why I will become the success that I am destined to become. Any objections will only result in a challenge, and ultimately a victory. So I dare anyone to come near me and try to prove themselves to me. I know for a fact that every man, or woman, will fall short of their subsequent goal to defeat me in the ring. James Raven is the first person I will be facing for my first match back in over a month. I know he’s a confident person when it comes to his in-ring abilities. Why shouldn’t he be? I’ll leave that for him to answer, and there will be more time for me to speak about when it comes into regards of James Raven. Things have been very silent since my departure, but I haven’t been gone for very long. The Silence has called for the Storm. The Storm of that will be the cause my rise to success as a wrestler. But we can’t predict the future, only make it the way how we want to be, through our actions of the preset. We’re very close to the day of my anticipated return, and I’m anticipating for all of you experience the Candlelight Fantasia. II. Candlelight Fantasia August 16th, 2008 10:32 PM Manhasset, Long Island, New York Maximus’s Home Just came home this week, and things haven’t been so great. You could believe that my wife was very angry with me when I got arrested. Why wouldn’t she be though? She watches the XWF programs every week, she’s very much into the programs. She watches them if I’m on them, or if I’m not on them. Meaning that she was watching the return episode of Anarchy. The one where Christian Connolly won the World Championship, and where Drake Komodo told the whole world about his restraining order against me. She warned to stay away from him, and anyone in the Tribe for that matter, and to just stick close with the Vigilantes. I never listen to her. That’s why she is pissed. She came to visit every weekend though, ever since I got out of the hole. She was the one who was very persistent on my lawyers to get me out of prison. Now I’m back home, because of her help, and most importantly, her love for me. As happy as she is for me to be home, she is still pissed that I went in prison, in the first place. So I have had blue balls for over a month now, and I’m getting a little frustrated. But she doesn’t care. I have to do some serious begging tonight. Or I guess thumbilina and her four friends will be hanging out with me for the rest of the night..... Maximus can now be seen standing outside of the front of his house, looking up towards the night sky, standing right on the edge of the curb of the front of his well manicured lawn. The weather is warm, and his neighborhood is as quiet as ever, a very relaxing setting for him. Maximus is holding a snifter glass, with whiskey inside of it. He takes a sip of his beverage, and then clears his throat afterwards. He continues to stand there, then from behind him comes his 8 year old son, Cory. He walks over quietly over to where his father is standing in his pajamas. He then stands next to his father. Maximus looks down on him, and gives a little smirk. Cory returns the smirk himself. Maximus then looks back up into the night sky. Maximus: What’s up son? Can’t go to sleep? Cory: I was actually on my way to bed, but mom just told me to come outside and ask you if you were coming in soon. She said wants to talk to you. Maximus: Well, that’s something your mom should do herself. Cory: Want me to go back and tell her? Maximus: No son, no need to do so. Don’t want to make you into my messenger for the night. Cory: Huh? I’ve been you and mom’s messenger for this entire week. Where do I begin? “Cory tell your father to turn down the TV”, then there was “Cory, tell your mom to be happy that I’m here and stop pouting.”, then I also remember “Cory, you can tell your father to that he can stop cursing now, the argument is over now.”, then funniest one was “Cory, tell that bitch-“ Maximus quickly cuts him off Maximus: Hey! Don’t call your mom a bitch. Cory: Whoa, I was just repeating what you told me to say to her dad. Maximus then chuckles Maximus: Alright from no on, you don’t repeat what me and your mom say to each other. Cory: Basically, you two were telling me to go and tell the other person what to say to the other. Maximus: Well then, we’ll stop making you our messenger. Or at least I will. Cory: That’s good to know. Cory then kneels down, and then sits down on the edge of the curb. He then puts his head down between his knees. There’s a little bit of silence for the next minute or so. Cory then picks his head up and looks up at his father, and begins talking again. Cory: Why is she still mad at you dad? You’re out of prison, shouldn’t she be at least satisfied that you’re back home with us? Maximus then takes a sip of his whiskey. Clears his throat again, and then begins to talk to his son. Maximus: She is happy son. For as long as I’ve known your mom, and as many times that I’ve been away from home, her for that matter, I know when she’s happy to have me back. It’s something totally different. Cory: Like what? Maximus: It’s a problem that she and I have been dealing with ever since we’ve known each other. I can’t explain it to you. This mainly adult stuff that you just wouldn’t understand. Cory: If you say so. Maximus: Just out of curiosity son, are you still mad at me? Cory: Mad at you for what? Maximus: For going away to prison. Being away from home for so long. Did it at least bother you? Cory: Well since you put it that way, I was a bit disappointed that you weren’t going to be home for a while. I knew that you going away to prison would be different than you going away to work at a show or something like that. At least I know when you go and wrestle, you’ll be back home at the end of the week. This time I didn’t know when you were coming back home. So yes, I was upset. Maximus: I’m...sorry son. I didn’t mean to put our family through such a terrible situation like this. It won’t happen again. I promise. Cory: Hm..... Cory then starts to chuckle a little bit. Maximus: What’s so funny? Cory: I remember you telling me that you don’t make promises, because “You’ll never know when you’re going to break them”. Besides, it’s alright, you’re home now. Maximus then start to chuckle himself. He then sits down right next to Cory on the curb, and then places his arm around Cory’s shoulder. Maximus: Didn’t I tell you to stop repeating what I said to you? A smile then comes across Cory’s face. Cory: Yea. Maximus then grabs him and starts giving him a nuggy. Cory finally get’s free and starts giggling. Maximus then pulls him closer and hugs him. Maximus: Listen son, I’ll never break my promises when it comes to you. Don’t ever forget it. I love you son. Cory then looks up at his father. Cory: I love you too dad. Maximus: Alright let’s get you inside. It’s too late for you to be out here, and I don’t want your mom to come out here complaining about having you out here for too long. Plus you were suppose to be on a mission to send me a message anyway. Let’s go inside. Cory : Okay dad. With that said, Maximus and Cory both get up to their feet, and begin walking back towards the house. They both get in front of the door, and then they both walk inside. The start walking down the hallway, pass the living room, where they meet the stairs. Cory stops before they start walking up their first flight. Cory: Mom is the kitchen dad. Maximus then turns to his left and looks at the door leading to the kitchen. He then looks back at Cory. Maximus: Alright son, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night. Cory: Good night dad. Cory then begins to walk up the stairs and up to his room. Maximus waits until he hears Cory close his bedroom door. He then turns around and looks at the kitchen door. He walks through the door, and enters the kitchen with all of the lights turned off. He then sees Jasmine sitting at the kitchen table, with a with cloth on top of the table, and three candles in the middle of the table. She has her hands folded on the side of her face, while her face shows that she is daydreaming about something, and she hasn’t taken notice to Maximus’s arrival in the kitchen. Maximus: You wanted me? Jasmine suddenly jumps back into reality and looks at Maximus. She suddenly get’s a sad look on her face, she then puts her head down for a spilt second. He looks back up, then begins to talk to Maximus. Jasmine: Well....sit down. Maximus then grabs a seat, right across from where Jasmine is sitting. Her face is as beautiful as ever. Her smooth tan skin, high cheek bones, and succulent lips, along with her long, gorgeous black hair, makes Maximus get taken aback by how beautiful his wife is. For him to see her face, as sad as it is, makes him feel bad. Maximus: What’s wrong babe? I know you have things on your mind that you need to share, so tell me. Maximus’s voice sounds innocent, and nurturing. She then looks at him straight in the eye, and tears begin to start rolling down her cheeks. Jasmine: You what’s wrong with me Terry. You know how I’ve been feeling since you’ve been home. Maximus: And I told you that I’m sorry. How many times do I have to say it? I know I fucked up, yet you just brush it off, then begin to ignore me. Jasmine: That’s not the problem. I know you’re sorry. I know that if you could go back you would change what you did that night. Maybe you would’ve even done it at all. That’s not why I’m here. Maximus: Then was is it? The fact that I didn’t listen to your warning? I already apologized for that too. Jasmine: I heard your apologies.... Jasmine then wipes her tears from her face. She continues to speak. Jasmine: It’s the fact that you never listen to anything I say. Ever since we’ve been together terry, you habitually ignore everything that I tell you not to do, that will eventually fuck hurt you some point in your life. Maximus: Listen...you know I have a problem with listening to people in general. Jasmine: I’m not just some fucking person that you meet in the street Terry, I’m your wife. Out of all of the stupid things that you’ve done in our relationship, this is something that still continues. More tears begin to roll down Jasmine’s cheeks. She ignores them, and continues talking. Jasmine: Were you even thinking about us when you went out there to attack that man? Huh? Were you thinking about me? Maximus: I....did....you....know....right after. Jasmine: I know you did. Couldn’t you have at least tried to think about before you did it? Couldn’t you have listened to me for just once in your life? Maximus then looks down. He begins speaking. Maximus: It’s not like I haven’t tried. Jasmine: Don’t try, do it.....look at me when I’m talking to you. Maximus then looks up at her. He then begins staring at her in her eyes. Jasmine: Did you know how lonely I’ve been without you here? Did you know much I’ve missed you? Maximus: No I don’t....but I’m back home now. I always leave home. Jasmine: Yea, but you always come back. I can call you and reach you whenever I want. I didn’t know whether or not if your lawyer was going to come through for us. I didn’t know how long you were going to be in there. You know how bad I get when you’re not around me. Maximus: So what do you want me to do about it? I can’t change the past. I can only make up for it by being here with you as much as I can. Jasmine: I don’t think you’re understanding where I’m coming from. I already know that you’re going to make up for it, you always do when the time comes. What I’m saying is, don’t leave me like that again. Maximus: Like what? I’m leaving tomorrow night....so what are you saying? Jasmine: Stop playing dumb with me Terry....you know what I’m trying to say. Don’t ever put yourself in a predicament, whereas I won’t know when you’ll be coming home to me. It hurts me to even think about what could happen to you when you’re not here with me. Maximus: Alright, I promise you that I will won’t do something like this again. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt sweetie. That’s why I try my best do what I can to make sure that you’re always happy. Sure what I did was stupid, and I can’t change it. I’ll make sure that nothing like this happens again. Jasmine: Don’t just say it to make me feel better. Mean it, prove it. Maximus: Babe, I wouldn’t say something like this if I didn’t mean it. How many times to do I make promises? When I did make a promise, have I ever broken them? Jasmine: No, can’t say you ever broke anyone of your promises to me. Maximus: I know you trust me, so don’t stop now. Believe me, I never want to leave you guys out in the cold ever again. I’m going to make for this, I promise. Jasmine then starts sobbing silently. Maximus then get’s up out of his seat, walks over to Jasmine, picks her up and then hugs her tightly. Maximus: You can stop crying now, I’m here. Maximus then wipes the tears from off of her face, and then they both look at each other and embrace into a kiss. Jasmine then lays her head on Maximus’s chest. The tears still flowing down her cheeks and onto his shirt. Jasmine: It feels so good to be back in your arms again. I love you so much. Maximus: I love you too. I will always love you. Maximus continues to hold her in the middle of the dim lit kitchen, due to the Candlelight’s. Maximus and Jasmine stand there, holding each other for as long as 5 minutes. Maximus finally then let’s go, blows out the candles, then proceeds to walk out of the kitchen, hand in hand with Jasmine. They then walk up the stairs and into their bedroom settling down in their room, getting ready for their nightcap. Other than the sound love being made from their bedroom, the rest of house is filled with silence and Silence Calls the Storm. III. Silence Calls the Storm This is the first time that I actually returned to the competition in less than two months. I never thought that it would happen, but it did. I can’t complain though, me going away was my fault, and that’s something that I have no other choice but to live with. Now I have to move on, and roll with the times, and do what I do best, and that’s wrestle better than every man here in the XWF. A few things have changed ever since I left, there are a few that are gone now, and there is not much heat going on, as much as it was a month ago. I know that there was a little stable”war” that was taken place while I was here. It was between the Black Order, The Tribe, The Blood Hounds, Genesis Omega....I think, and of course, the Vigilantes. I have to say that, that little “war” was just a big fucking mess. It didn’t even really make sense to me. Yet, we were all apart of it, in one way or another. All we had to do was attack each other week, after week, just to get another group all riled up and ready to fight. In the beginning you had the Black Order trying to stab and cut everyone’s wrist, and do their little Goth. rituals. It was funny to me and the rest of the Vigilantes, until they started beating us up. Then you had the Tribe, who felt that they were the greatest stable around only because that they held 3 titles, but according to Drake Komodo, it was 4. I don’t really what was the deal with Genesis Omega, as they didn’t really do much revolving around the Vigilantes. The Blood Hounds came back, and they did their thing. That much I do know, as I didn’t have any quarrel’s with them. They had some history with my mentors, but other than that I had no problems with them. Then there was the Vigilantes. The stable that I was apart of, and we had one simple purpose. That purpose was to go out and prove to everyone else that we were the best wrestlers in the ring. Not really getting ourselves too much involved in the stupid shenanigans that everyone else was doing. That wasn’t something that we were down for. But we somehow would get caught in the crossfire. Making us look like the punching bags. I didn’t really appreciate it, especially since we weren’t really doing that much. I’ll have to admit it, in the beginning things were pretty dry. We had our shot at gold, and we came up short. It happens to everyone. Then all of a sudden my frustration was starting to build up. Only because of how everyone was treating us. I couldn’t take it, and I wasn’t going to take it. So my attack on the members of the Tribe led me to become, what I now consider to be, the prisoner of this war. This thing pretty much ended up being a no contest, seeing that everyone just decided to leave. The Black Order is still around though, still gaining new members, and kicking out the old ones. They made their purpose clear, and they are sticking with it. I’m proud of them......well, not really. All of the members that they have in their now pretty much suck. If they bring Raziel back, then maybe things will get interesting......just maybe. You’ll never what could happen when you’re in the XWF. That much is definitely true since I’ve seen how many have gone since my departure. I mean, T-Money, Kid Money, Bigg Rigg, Blizzard, Mike Raboin, my mentors Christian Connolly, and Lee Stone, other Vigilante and former Universal Champion Zach Rizza, and most importantly Drake Komodo. I’ll get to him in a minute, but onto the members of the Vigilantes. Just when things were starting to look good for us. You see, Christian had just won the World title, and Zach was the number one contender to become the Universal champion. I went ahead and got myself arrested. Then at Leap of Faith, Lee Stone decides to leave, as soon as he’s able to walk again. If I wasn’t in prison, I would’ve broke his legs again, so he would be forced to stay.....just joking on that one. Basically I was sad when I found out that he was really leaving. Then it all changed when I found out that Zach Rizza won the Universal Championship. It was great to hear that a member of the Vigilantes finally showed everyone in the XWF that we were the best stable in the company. Connolly was on top of the world, after he lost the World title to Bigg Rigg. But I’m not going to knock him for it. The man actually won the World title, when people might have thought that wouldn’t have been able to do it. He proved that he was the best, and Zach did it too. It just sucks that they’re gone now, and I wasn’t able to see them off. It sucks, because I couldn’t be at least be there with to say good-bye to them face to face. Now I know that the Vigilantes are no more. I can’t go on carry it by myself. I would like to, but I see no one here who’s worthy of carrying the Vigilante name with me. Besides, I see no one here who I would like to work with as a partner. The only thing I can do now is keep moving alone. Just like when I first started. I have no problem in doing that either. I just have to pick up where I left off. It’s all thanks to Drake Komodo, and my bad temper, but most importantly, Drake. If he wasn’t so much of a pussy, I guess I would’ve been here kicking him around and forcing him to leave myself. But the man left on his own terms due to reasons I don’t know about. Maybe it was personal, maybe it was business, I don’t know. I hope he does well in whatever it is that he choose’s to do in order to take care of his daughter. However, if he decided to come back while I’m around there will be hell to pay. That isn’t a threat, that’s a promise. Then his friend went and left the company with him, I’m talking about Aidan Collins. There’s a lot of controversy behind it, and it sucks the way how things went down. It sucks how everyone just get’s up and leave the XWF without warning. I would be a hypocrite if I sit here and say that I never did it myself. That’s only because I was unhappy about working here. I don’t Drake and Blizzards reasons. All I know is that they left on of there allies behind, and it sucks because this individual is very talented. That person is James Raven. Ever since I came back in late April, I’ve notice that this person was a going to be a big deal, and right now it seems that he is. Since I could remember, I’ve never seen this kid without a title in his hands. Ever since we were on Impact I always knew that he and I were going to get in the ring together and do something special. Whether if he challenge me for the Hart Championship, when I was the champion, or later on in the future for even more prestigious gold, like the World title, or maybe even the Universal. Either way, I always knew we were going to be meeting in the ring one day. Ever since we were on Impact together, we were the only two men grabbing the attention of the guys on Massacre. I apparently grabbed the attention of Legend Lee Stone, and I’m sure that Aidan Collins was taking a good look at him too. Either way, we were both being looked at as the “Stars of Tomorrow”, or whatever. No need to be precise on that statement, but you all understand where I’m coming from. Even though we managed to stay out of each others way, we both just sat back and acknowledge and applauded the other persons talents. There was no animosity from neither one of us, as we didn’t really have anything bad to say about each other, I had no problem not worrying about James Raven as the competition. He was then the Tag Team Champion with Krazzy Kidd, so therefore, the only thing on his mind was to defend his title with his dumbass tag team partner. It was fine with as I decided to move on put whatever thoughts I had of facing James Raven, into the back of my head. Then his dumbass partner left him to hang out to dry, and he then joined up with Aidan. Before then I had decided to join up with the Vigilantes, and shortly after he joined the Tribe. Then that’s where the animosity began to build between us. If he wants to recognized it or not, it was there. We were in different stables who were going against each other. He started saying negative things about me, and I returned the favor. I made it quite clear that I didn’t like Drake nor Blizzard when I attacked the three of them. Yet, when you look back, James was the only one I had left standing. Not that I couldn’t take him out myself, right then and there, but I had already done what I was set out to do. That was the get my primary target, and that target was Drake. James and Aidan just so happened to be there. So now James can finally get, or try to get, whatever little payback he solely desires for his fallen comrades. I don’t know he might feel about them now since they left him out to dry too, but I know I wouldn’t be too happy with one man came beat the crap out of me and the Vigilantes, then managed to get away with it. Even if he might feel that I had suffered enough in prison, I’ll you right now, I didn’t. I’m still as healthy, mentally and physically, before I got arrested. I’m ready, and willing, to show you what I can do in the ring. I know you’ve seen it, I know you definitely heard me talking about it, you’ll finally be able to witness it first hand. I promise you, it won’t be enjoyable, neither will it be a pleasurable experience. You’ve managed to make it this far without showing the slightest hints of leaving this. So therefore I know that being to bear with all of the incompetence that surround us here in the XWF, is something that you’re much better than me at. I can’t say that you aren’t better than me in the ring. Since we both have skills and talent that excels higher than other’s here, only a simple victory from either one of us can result in one of us bragging until the next time we meet in the ring. You and I both have what it takes to make it to the top in this company. We also both have the ability to put on great matches. So why not put on a great match with each other to prove and see who truly is the better wrestler? I won’t settle for anything less James, and you know that. You listen to all of my epic speeches that somehow drive people crazy. Either way, I know you can’t won’t argue about putting on a great match with me. Anything less than that will result me having absolutely no respect for you as a wrestler. If it get’s that far then you might as well head over and join up with th Black Order, because I have no respect for anyone in that sag of crap stable. You can maybe reunite with your old friend Krazzy Kidd....but let’s not get stupid. I know you won’t do that. You now have Centurion at your side and you’re in better hands than you were with the clown. Either way James, you’ve your presence known in the XWF and you’ve been doing it very well thus far. No let’s see how things play out when you step into the ring against me. Let’s see if you can deal with versatile, masterful, and competent wrestling at it’s finest. If you beg to differ than bring what you normally bring to ring this Monday. Then we’ll see if you’ll be prepared for The Demon of the Fall. ~To Be Continued |
