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I. The Invictus Sickness Usually when a child is growing up, and he’s surrounded by petty, worthless, and pathetic people. That child then grows up and becomes like that also. The child see’s the grown people around, usually the pathetic people, and see that that’s what an adult is suppose to be like. They see that and follow that, thinking that it’s the right and only way, to present themselves to the world. That’s how it’s been since the beginning of time. The adults who are surrounded by the children sometimes have no clue that they influence the young ones around. Whether if it’s good or bad, they are influential to them. From what I’ve been seeing around the world today, is that there are many sad, pathetic, and down right disgusting people living among us. I always wonder if that’s how these people were brought up as children. And in the end it, when I find out, that there up bringing reflects what they become. That’s pretty much the vast majority of people that I’ve met throughout my lifetime. Some of these people were very close to me in the past. As time went on, we have lost touch through time. Mainly because as time went on, we just began to drift apart. The other reason has been because they just weren’t the kind of people I wanted to be around. It was because of there terrible up bringing as children. Some the old friends that I’ve had through my lifetime were surrounded by people who were very cruel, dependent, lazy, backstabbing, ignorant, and most importantly, conniving. I didn’t want to surround myself with those kind of people anymore as decided I wanted to do better in my life. They wanted to keep me down and hold me back, but I wouldn’t let them. And these were the people who I thought were my friends. Then to make things even worse, my own is the same way.......still the same way I should say. They’re pathetic in a way. Very ignorant, and narrow minded individuals. I could never stand them. It was started by my Grandfather. Who then in turn, passed his ignorance down to my father and his siblings. Then from my father, down to my siblings. So what has happened to me? I’ll tell what has happened to me. Since my childhood, I’ve watched ignorance reign all over my house. And the tyrant, known by the name of Terry Sr, was the head of the house hold. And sure, I would also be surrounded by my uncle as well, and they weren’t any different. So the upbringing of my brothers and sisters was basically meant to bring up the next generation of assholes and stuck up snobby bitches. Which worked out perfectly in my opinion. The predecessor’s have used manipulation, dominance, and selfishness, to create the cowardice, and opinionated fools that runs amuck in my family today. They tried on me, but I was different. Very different. Ever since birth I was diagnosed with a symptom that has helped carried me through the most rough times of my life, and has helped me fight off all of the negative things around me. Whether it would be physically or mentally, I always fought them off and won. This sickness, this disease, that I have been diagnosed with, has helped shape me into the man that I am today. It’s not the typical disease that kills you as your life goes on. Making you weaker and weaker as the days go by. It has only made me stronger and I’ve progressed through my manhood successfully. This disease is known as the Invictus Sickness. Not many people have the this. And it’s not something you can catch from out of nowhere. This is something you’re born with. I must say that I am very proud of being a victim of this disease. I’ve only met a select few of people who have this disease. The only problem is, is that they don’t know that they have it. Believe me, I didn’t know that I had it either until I arrived here in the XWF. How was I able to find out? Well basically all of the symptoms had put all of the pieces together for me. It was a marvelous discovery on my part. It’s not something that even the maddest of all of the mad scientist could even discover. It takes one man or woman to look within what’s inside and then look at those who are around to make that decision. Once you have fallen upon your discovery, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re the greatest person to ever walk on God’s green earth. It doesn’t even mean that you have the right to look down on anybody and make them feel inferior to your superiority. It only means that you are a person that cannot be hurt, or controlled in any kind of shape or form. No matter what predicament you’re in. You could be in a wheelchair, like one wise man that I know, or you could be a man so tall, that you tower amongst everyone that you walk around. It doesn’t matter who you are. The only thing is you have to let it consume you, and you must acknowledge it, in order to continue with your own well being. It only makes a better you in the long run, so your awareness only makes it all better. So what are the symptoms of the this precious disease? I say precious because that’s what it really is. How could something be precious if it’s something so terrible? Something that brings about beauty in middle of a terrible catastrophe. Something like the Irony of Chaos. It might not make sense to some of you, but those who do understand, are the ones who posses the sickness. All because that understanding is a symptom. Understanding what others cannot, and seeing what things really are in their true nature. Thus giving you the ability to nurture what ever it is that it might be. If it’s good or bad, you never pick a side or become bias. Narrow minds, and ignorant people do not posses understanding. To fully achieve this understanding, is to understand everything that is around you. Not just what you keep around you. It brings forth your sense of awareness, and brings you closer to enlightenment. I know the Vigilantes have understanding and they have been embracing it from the very moment that they began to live their lives. This is only one piece of the sickness that consumes the five of us. I’m just bring it to their attention, and everyone else’s. Maybe they don’t know that they too have this disease. Yet as they continue to hear me out, they will soon be able to figure out what they have inside of them. It’s not an easy thing to figure out all on your own. It has taken me time to cope with this and accept it. Because there have been many situations where I felt that my life was going to completely turn to shit. Sure, a lot of people have gone through tough times like that. But you get yourself out of it. You can’t let optimism get to you. That will only makes things worse. It’ll stay there and haunt you for as long as it possibly could, whatever it is that would be beating you down. With optimism, you’ll sit back and do nothing, with the hopes of it going away. You’ll have to accept the truths of the matter at hand. The truth, being the second symptom, makes you realize what it is that you have to do, or what you can’t do in order to save yourself. The sooner the truth hits you, the quicker your problem, or problems, will be diminished. You might have to work harder, you might have to come up with something better, you might have to drop one thing and come up with something totally new, a new approach that is, and go on to take it care of it. Utilizing, understanding and truth, only makes a better you. Also it makes the disease much stronger. These are the core of the disease, so it has to be stronger than all of the rest. If not, then you’ll be quickly healed from the sickness. If that’s something you want to do, then go for it. You’ll then end up being a victim of manipulation and abuse. And nobody likes to be abused. As terrible as those two things might be, no matter how terrible they might be, with these two symptoms as your most powerful rudiments , you’re unconquerable soul cannot be broken. Just look at my allegiance. They all posses these two basic roots already. They are the most important after all. That doesn’t mean that the other’s are not. These two alone are not going to be enough for anyone to fully be engulfed into the disease itself. There’s a lot to this disease that I still haven’t fully discovered yet. As of right now there are only three more I need to put out in the open. The third one is pretty simple. It’s basic, nothing really to it, you just can’t be bias that’s all. Neutrality, is what it is. Usually when you grow up and meet different people, they either become your friends, or just regular associates. It’s very easy to distinguish from the two, but there comes a time where things become complicated when you’re in a certain group of friends or associates. As time goes on, you’ll begin to notice that not all of you agree on every single thing that you may have planned together as a whole. Argument’s might end up taking place, between two or more friends of yours, and then you might be forced to take sides as to who’s side everyone will want you to choose. Sure you might have an opinion as to who’s right and who’s wrong. And expressing that opinion shouldn’t be a problem. Now here’s where the neutrality kicks in, you can’t be bias and totally pick one persons side, opposing the other. You look at both and see what’s right and wrong on both ends. It’s not easy, but that’s what has to be done. And it usually comes out with effective results. Now a person who doesn’t posses this disease, will then in turn get angry by the fact that you are not picking any sides, and calling out what’s right and wrong on both ends. Using this ability only shows everyone that bias opinions simply exploits ignorance. Thus saving you the headache of fighting with other narrowminded fools. Doing that is only waste of time. Which is something that I don’t like doing. Then again, who does? I know for a fact that I don’t. Time waits for no man, which what I am. Nothing more, nothing less. A lot of men are different though. Some men like to do different things. Some men like to watch porn and masturbate, others like to get blowjobs from trannies. It’s disgusting, but that’s what they like. Either way, time is a factor. I plan to use every single precious moment that I have to make my life seem worth while. Basically everything in my life is worth while. More focus has been put into my wrestling career as well. There’s a lot that I have to do in order to make sure I stay on top of my game and that I continue to move on and become the best that all professional wrestling fans have laid their eyes upon. So I’m going to take this time to address a few people who deserve to be noticed at this time. Don’t worry, addressing these two also has something to do with the symptoms of the disease. Without these two men, I guess this symptom can’t be put to the test. In case you all haven’t notice, I have match, a tag team match with a new ally of mine, who’s name is Christian Connolly, and we’re going to be squaring off against Cyren and Raziel. Now looking back at history, these two men, as well as my partner, have had a huge amount of success here in the XWF. I haven’t been around to see much of their crowning moments, but it doesn’t. Their moments will forever be etched in stone. I have seen them work in ring. I’m not really impressed by them, but either way, they are very serious competitors. Now looking back my history here in the XWF compared to theirs, and looking at how badly they look down upon those who they feel are not as good as they are. Then again, they feel that no one is as good as they are. Which is a very stupid thing for them to think. You see usually for a guy like me, who just came off of a show that is meant to keep the “second rate” stars in their ranks, coming over to face these two men, can be quite intimidating. As of right now, their cockiness s is pretty much on a high level right now. Or it might not, no need for me to jump to conclusions. So, even though other men might be scared out of their fucking minds to head to head against “The Order”, I however look at these two men as just regular opponents. Order or no Order, victory is still going to be guaranteed on me and Connolly’s behalf. No need to mistake this for cockiness, but I have always step into my matches with the up most confidence. Surely everyone with the disease itself, carries themselves with confidence on a daily basis. Surely Connolly is confident going into this match, and he also has confidence in me as well. This goes both ways, as I have confidence in him and myself, that we will both walk out of Massacre as the victors of our match. Instead of Christian, sitting back and rue about his lost against Raziel, he keeps his head up, and continues to move on knowing that he’s living to fight another day. He knows what he can do, as do I. Together, we both know that The Order will fail in their efforts to defeat us. In the end our confidence as a team will ensure our victory. I’m sure that these will beg to differ, but it doesn’t matter really, when it’s time to get in the ring, the time to think is over. Action is going to be taken place and victory is too, and that’s all that matters. Not “Order”. Hope they can live with that. I know I can. I basically have four down right now, and there’s only one left. Only one left that I strictly know of. And like I said before, my allies, The Vigilantes, posses all 5 of these symptoms. If they have anymore to add to this, then I have no problem with them doing so. I need to more about this myself. The discovery alone has amazed, and the more I get in-depth with it, the more I become intrigued. Now that I’ve looked at the other four, the last one is just as important as the others. Just look at everyone one who’s around you, or the people you have met in throughout your life. Have you ever heard them sit and talk about their plans, and their goals? Then never seen them follow through with it? I have. I’m a professional wrestler, I’ve seen it happen all the time. Then again, I’m still seeing it happen to this very day. Anybody know where Krazzy Kidd is? Next minute he’s here, the next he’s gone. Where’s the determination? Where’s the drive? The will stick around and make it to the very end? Not saying that Krazzy Kidd wasn’t determined, but there are a lot of people who aren’t. That’s why most of them are still on Impact. Determination is a very important element in achieving success. I know this, because it is the final symptom that I have discovered. The Invictus Theory is a good theory to follow, but when you have the Invictus Sickness, that’s something you have to live by. And I’ve been living with it for a very long time. And I have no plans on finding the cure for it. It makes me who I am as a man, and as a wrestler. All five symptoms are very important, and there are more that need to be discovered. In due time I should say, this wasn’t an easy thing to do. it takes a lot to dig deep within yourself to find out these things for yourself. So I took a lot of time to figure this out. Now that I have, there is no stopping me, no matter what the obstacle that stand in front of me. So here we have, understanding, truth, neutrality, confidence, and determination. All explained the best way I can. No one else has taken the time to do so, but that’s what separates me from the rest. Actually, this is what separates The Vigilantes from the rest. Theirs is more I need to do in order to really and truly understand about this disease. It’s very remarkable, and sufficient. Upon my discover it has made me wonder as to who also possessed this disease as well. I looked around saw a select few. I thought the members of The Order would have them, but I see that they don’t. They may claim that they may not need it. Which in turn they might not. Then again, what gives me the right to assume these kind of things from other’s who absolutely do not care about. The majority of people who have grown up in a terrible environment, have then grown up to become terrible people. I’ve seen it with my own two, because eight of them lived in the same house as me. I just so happened to be different. I was born with this disease, and it’s gift to me, nonetheless. I have embraced it, I have accepted it, and I use it in my everyday life. Wish more people could’ve been born with this as well. Too bad we’re not all that fortunate. II. A Brother’s Secret June 11, 2008 4:46 PM Manhasset, Long Island, NY The days always move slowly, but the moments and the events come by so fast. I don’t understand it, but that’s just the way how it always goes. I was very disappointed about how fast Mega Massacre went by. I really felt that it should’ve been longer, much longer, than what it was really suppose to be. Either way, from beginning to end, it was still a great event. I wish that I could in great moments, such as Mega Massacre, but unfortunately, I have to live in the real world. Just as much as everybody else does. Sometimes reality sucks, sometimes it’s great, usually it’s just “whatever”. You can’t run away from it, because it will always catch up to you. When I was much younger, and very naive, I thought running away from reality was greatest thing in the world. I whole get-up, when I first started wrestling, was this Ultimate Warrior look-a-like, who copied every single move, and taunt that was ever created by that man. I thought I was in love with this gimmick. But I was totally wrong. Just the fact that every time I would put on my makeup for the night, all of problems in the real world would just go away. Running towards the ring every night, would really be me running away from anything that was truly troubling me. Even though I would run away, when it came the time to fight what ever the issue at hand was, I fought it. Just to make sure that no one get’s confused with me being a hypocrite, and abandoning the Invictus Theory. It has always been there, just back then, I took me a longer time to take things head on. I was never afraid, I was just stupid back then. Thinking that my problems would just go away, when I would run away from them. When the issues would come full circle, I would have no other choices but to accept whatever it is that I was confronted by. There have been a lot of these confrontations in the past, and all but one of them has been settled. With the other things settled, out the way and out of my life forever, one problem still remains. Even though I’ve faced it plenty of times, and won, it still just has a habit of coming back. No matter what I do, my father, just can’t seem to just the get the hint. I try to keep him out of my life as much as possible, but he, the problem, just doesn’t know when to give up. If you guys don’t remember the last time I was around my father, he had said some very insulting things to my wife and my sister-in-law. He’s a very disrespectful man, and a shitty human being. His whole purpose in life is to bring people down, and make them as miserable as he is. He’s been trying to do that to me for as long as I could remember. After I knocked him out on Mother’s Day, I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my head. Not because of what I thought I did was terrible, even though Jasmine thinks it was, I greatly feel that it was justifying. The reason why I can’t get him out of my head, is because I know that he’ll be coming back around soon. He’ll try to weasel his way back to me so that he can get an opportunity to the Devil’s work. Usually it takes years for him to do something. Now, I think it’s right around the corner. Once it comes around, he’ll be standing there with a evil sadistic smile, slapped right on his face. I’ll never know when he’ll leave me alone for good. I hope he dies soon, and I really do hope he does. Not many people can say that about their father’s, but I can. And I really and truly mean it. That’s the worst part of it all. My siblings don’t blame me for feeling this way, that’s because they feel the same way I do. Well, everyone except for Michael. Jasmine doesn’t get it. She was a raised by a good father. I envy her for it, but then she reminds how great of a father I am. I have no other choice but to be one, I wouldn’t want my children to end like my siblings. It would be a terrible thing to see, and it couldn’t be something that I could live with. My father is living, knowing, and loving the fact that he knows that he’s the reason why the majority of his offspring are fuck ups. With the exception for Michael and myself, everyone’s lives have turned to shit. Terry Mortale Sr, loves the thought of the fact that his oldest daughter was the wife to a convict, who abused her, molests her son. He also loves the fact that his oldest son, is a low-life drug dealer, who has bastard children laying around all over the city of New York. Then my older twin brothers, are ex-cons, who blew their chances to live their dreams to become professional athletes. I can go on and on about this, but unfortunately I can’t, and I don’t want to. My family comes first, and so does my career. He’s not apart of any of it, and I will like to keep it that way. I have a match I need to get prepared for on Monday, he’s the last person on this earth I need to be thinking about. Maximus can now be seen in his bedroom, in his training attire. Which consists of a black t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and Nike training sneakers. He has his bag on the bed, with additional material inside of it. Such as towels, and bottles of water. It looks as if he’s just finished packing up all of the things that he needs. He’s already to go and get things going, then out of the bathroom, which connected to his room, comes Jasmine. She’s in her normal clothes, which is a white t-shirt and blue jeans, and she walks over to Maximus. His body is still facing towards his bag on the bed. Jasmine comes and hugs him from behind. She’s nowhere near as tall as he is, only standing at 5'8, so she can’t kiss him on the cheek as she would take this opportunity to do. She holds him, as if she’s trying to put him in a bear hug, a loving bear hug. Either way, she can’t match up to the strength that Maximus has over her. She then lays her head in the middle of his back, and as she’s doing this, he begins to slowly grin. Then Maximus begins to speak in a non-animated, yet pleasant tone. Maximus: Now you don’t want me to leave? I thought that you okay with me going out to the gym. Jasmine responds, in her usual sweet tone. Jasmine: I am. I just can’t enough of holding you. You have anything against that? Maximus: No, not at all. It’s not like we see each other everyday. So I understand if you want to get in as much hugs as you want. Jasmine: Well I can do this forever. As long as I’m holding you, everything will be just fine. Maximus then gently takes her off of him. He then turns around to see here face to face. He brings her closer and gives her a tight, warm hug. Maximus: Any better? Jasmine then closes her eyes, and smiles. Jasmine: Always better. Maximus and Jasmine then hold each other for about a minute. Just standing there holding each other in the middle of their bedroom. Then all of a sudden, Maximus let’s go. Jasmine get’s a little upset about this. Jasmine: What the hell? I didn’t say you could let go. Maximus notices her change of attitude. He begins to speak in a calm voice, so what ever he says doesn’t offend or upset her even more. Maximus: You know I’m leaving. Why are you getting mad about it? Jasmine’s angry tone is beginning to rise, as the seconds go by. Jasmine: I’m not getting mad okay, I just don’t like it when you just push me off. Maximus looks at her puzzled. Maximus: I didn’t push you off. I just let go. You know I’m leaving to go out to do my normal training, I know you’re trying to keep me here. You did it to me last week, and now I’m behind schedule. Jasmine’s attitude only begins to get worse. Jasmine: So? What does that have to do with me. Why are you always going out to train anyway? Maximus begins to speak again. Still in a pleasant tone, because he doesn’t want things to get out of hand. Maximus: Oh my god, why do we always have to go through this. You know why I keep on training. Don’t act like this is something new to you. I’m going, and I’ll be home later. Okay? Jasmine then folds her arms, and then sits down on the bed and begins to pout. Jasmine: Yea, whatever. Just go. I guess I can’t get what I want all the time. Maximus: I’ll be home later, you’ll have your time with me then. Maximus then reaches over to grab his bag from the bed. He then also bends over to give Jasmine a kiss goodbye, but she moves her head away from him. Maximus: Don’t be a bitch. No need to get mad at me now. Jasmine retorts in an angry tone. Jasmine: Just go. Maximus begins to get frustrated, but he holds it back. Then Maximus turn around to walk out of the room. Just as he’s doing that, his house phone begins to ring. Maximus is actually standing right next to it. So he decides to pick it up. Jasmine: Don’t pick up the phone, you were just leaving. Maximus ignores her, and goes on to answer the phone. Maximus: Hello? A man with a very deep and non-animated voice, similar to Max, responds. ???: Hey Terry, is that you? Maximus looks confused as to who it might be on the phone. Maximus: Yea, who the hell is this? ???: It’s me, your brother Michael. Maximus begins to speak as if he’s not too happy to hear from his brother. Maximus: What do you want? Jasmine intervenes for a second. Jasmine: Who is that? Maximus then looks over to her. Maximus: My dumb ass brother Michael. Michael over hears him. Michael: Hey! I’m still on the phone! They pretend as if they didn’t hear him. Jasmine: What the hell does he want? Maximus: That’s a very good question, that he has yet to answer, so........ Maximus then puts his attention towards the phone again. Maximus: .........What do you want Mike? Michael then begins to speak, in a very brash tone. Michael: Well I’m glad to hear from you too, jerk! Maximus: I’m never happy to hear from you. Now what the hell do you want? Michael: Damn you Terry, I why do you always have to jump to the main source of everything. Why can’t me and you just have a good ol’ brotherly love talk, huh? Can’t a younger brother just because he wants to talk to his older brother? Maximus: No...... Michael still speaks in his brash tone. Michael: Why the hell not? Maximus: Because I don’t like you. You’re very annoying, and very stupid. I don’t have time to talk to you. I was on my way out. I know you called me for something. Now tell me what it is now, or you can listen to the dial tone as you begin to figure it out. Michael continues to speak in his brash tone, but now you can hear some frustration rising in his voice as well. Michael: I don’t know why you always have to be an asshole man. Why can’t we just talk bro? Maximus: Okay, I’m hanging up now. I don’t have time for this gay shit. Maximus then begins to put the phone up on the base. Before he finally is able to do that, Michael screams out of the phone. Michael: Hey! TJ! Come on, don’t hang up! Wait! Maximus then puts the phone back to his air. Speaking in a dry tone. Maximus: Hurry up........I don’t have time to bullshit with you. I have things to do. Michael then calms his voice down, and continues to speak, now sounding desperate. Michael: Come man, I need a favor. Please, you and mom are the only people I can trust. Maximus: How so? Michael: Well for one, you don’t run around and tell everyone’s secrets like Anthony does. Maximus: That’s only because I have no need to tell anybodies business. What does this have to do with anything. Michael: Well, this Sunday is Father’s Day. And I thought that it would be....... Maximus cuts him off before Michael is able to continue. Maximus: No, I’m not going over there this Sunday. Especially for him. Jasmine, who has been sitting on the edge of the bed, intervenes again. She seems very excited to know what’s going on. Jasmine: Especially for who babe!? What does he want you to do now!? Maximus then directs his attention towards Jasmine. Maximus: Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you after I’m done. Maximus then gives his attention to his brother again. Maximus: No, Mike I’m not going back over there. I know you haven’t forgotten what happened the last time I was there. Michael’s voice begins to lighten up a bit. Getting calmer and calmer as the seconds go by. Michael: I know. That’s the exact reason why I need you there Max. No one else can stand up to him put you. Maximus then looks puzzled. Maximus: Why in the hell would you need me to stand up to him anyway? You’re a fucking 6'9, 290 lb, linebacker, in the NFL. You could stand up to him without a problem. You don’t need me for that. Michael: You don’t understand man. Once he finds out my secret, he’s going to kill me. Regardless of how tall, big, and strong I am. Only mom knows so far, and she can’t protect me against him. Maximus gets taken aback for a split second. Maximus: What secret? Michael’s voice begins to become a little lighter, and flamboyant. Michael: Well, of course you don’t know. I’ve been hiding it for years. And since you’re the only one in our family who can hold a secret, you’re one of the only people in the family I can talk to about this. Maximus begins to get a bad feeling in his stomach about this. Maximus: Where the hell are you going with this? Michael’s voice changes completely. His deep voice is gone, and so does the brash tone. Both completely out of the window. It then turns into a high pitched, flamboyant tone. Michael: TJ.....I’m gay. Maximus doesn’t even respond to his brother’s confession right away. Maximus looks as relaxed and calm as he always does. Maximus: Excuse me? What did you just say? Michael then takes a deep breath, and begins to speak again. Michael: I said I’m gay. Maximus: Hold on, a second. Maximus then places the phone down on his dresser. Then he looks over at Jasmine, who’s still sitting on the edge on the bed, with excitement in her eyes. Jasmine: What’s the matter? Maximus then looks up at her. With a puzzled look on his face. Maximus: Michael.....Michael.....just told me that he’s gay. Jasmine jaw drops. She begins to speak, sounding flabbergasted. Jasmine: Oh my gosh, that’s terrible. How long has he been taking it up the ass for? Jasmine then covers her mouth in shock of what she just said. Maximus can’t even retort, he just look at her. Maximus: Surprising huh? Jasmine: Yes, very. Michael? Then all of a sudden, Maximus and Jasmine burst out laughing. Very hard, and very loud. Jasmine falls off of the bed and continues to laugh on the floor. Maximus continues to stand up, holding his stomach. Michael is hearing the laughter from the background. Michael: Um....I hope you know that I do hear you guys. Maximus then picks up the phone again. Trying to hold back his laughter. Jasmine is still laughing on the floor. Maximus: Okay....when in the hell did this come about? Michael: Listen there’s no need for me to get into full detail. I’m gay, and I’ve been hiding it for a very long time. I want dad to finally know. I want the rest of the family to finally know. I just need you there to protect me. Only you know what it’s like to be ridiculed by the rest of the family for being different. Maximus finally stops laughing. And get’s serious again. He continues to speak. Maximus: Alright. I’ll be there. Only to see his reaction. Just to have him find out that his favorite son, is a butt pirate. Michael : Don’t call me that!! Maximus: Don’t get all sensitive on me now. If everyone else shows up, then you’re going to fucked. Figuratively, not literally. Michael: stop with the gay jokes okay. Could you try and not tell anyone? Please? Maximus: Well, Jasmine already knows. Incase you can’t hear her laughing from the back. Maximus then looks down to see Jasmine, laughing very hard on the bedroom floor. Maximus: You’re secret is safe with us. This doesn’t mean that I like you. And I’m not doing this solely for you. I just want to see his reaction to all of this. Michael: My protection? Maximus: We’ll see......it depends on how I feel. And besides, I’m your brother. Not a fucking security guard. So unfortunately for you, I have other things on my mind. I have a match on Monday that I need to be prepared for. Just remember that you’re not my main priority. Now you’re going to see how great it is to be different from all the rest. Let’s see if you like it more than taking it up th- Michael cuts off Maximus. Michael: Stop with the gay jokes! Maximus continues to speak in his normal, calm, and non-animated tone. Maximus: Deal with it. It’s something you’re going to have to be prepared for. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get prepared for my own confrontations taking place soon. Michael: Thanks Terry. You’re the best. Maximus: Whatever faggot, I have to go. With that said. Maximus hang’s up the phone on his brother. Jasmine has stop laughing. She is now laying down on the floor, giggling. Maximus then picks her up and lays her on the bed. He kisses her on the cheek and then he begins to walk out of his bedroom. Then he walks out into the hallway, and down the stairs to the first floor of his house. He continues to walk out to the front door. He then makes it outside of his house, and then he walks towards his driveway. In his driveway is his BMW 650i. He hops into his car, starts the ignition, and then drives off. Wow, my brother is a fag. This is going to be very interesting. To see my father’s reaction. My other siblings aren’t going to believe it either. It’s funny, because I never taught I would actually hear this. Especially from a professional athlete like him. My younger brother, my father’s favorite. This is going to be something new to see. I finally get to see him sulk and cringe at the site of all of his offspring. Now, one isn’t going to put on the pedestal, while the others get ignored. I’m not doing this out of revenge, or out of the goodness of my heart to protect my younger brother. I just want to see everyone make a spectacle out of this whole situation. At least I’ll be getting a laugh before I take on Cyren and Raziel. Going up against these two, I think I’m going to need a laugh. This is my first match on Massacre, and I know it isn’t going to be a walk in the park. III. The Eminence’s Arrival Man, I swear it’s always hard to start these things off. It’s not easy to rant and rave about everything that happens around you, or whatever situation’s that you might be involved in. Really, I would like to basically sit back and say maybe a sentence or two, just to get my point across. Then again, I work for the XWF. Nobody is really smart to understand a mans point of view in just about one or two sentences. That’s why I am always here, explaining everything, to everyone, in full detail. I’m sure I always get my point across. It usually grab peoples attention, and make them listen to whatever it is I have to say. Other times it really makes people upset. When it does happen, no matter which way it goes, it makes me happy to know that I’m doing something right. Allow me to go back for a minute. Recently, I already know that all of you out there know this already, but this past Monday, in Honolulu, Mega Massacre was held as one of the greatest spectrums in the history of Massacre. I was apart of that event, and I was there to compete in a match against three great men. I took on Centurion, Darkhan, and Regan Chambers, for the returning Canadian Championship. I must say, I wasn’t all that satisfied about the way how it all ended. Most importantly, I wasn’t satisfied, fully about the match itself. But, before I get to that, I must stick to the main purpose of what I’m trying to put across here. You see, I’m sure that all of you were paying attention to the little build up that was going the match itself. I said some things about Darkhan, and he definitely wasn’t happy about it. He retorted in a negative tone, but it was expected of him. I’m not mad that he did it. He said what he thought was right, in order to defend himself from false accusations. In the end, I was glad that it did piss him off though. It just shows that he was paying attention to me. Then I have Centurion. He showed me that he was very aware of my presence in our match. He even gave some praises of his own, which made me shed at least one or two tears of joy. I’m more than happy to know that he took notice to me, before our match itself. Then when it came around for the match, to me, it just didn’t deliver as much as I thought it was going to. I was really just getting started, and the build up was coming along just fine. We all fell down, Centurion got the pin, and I got up too late. There is no excuse that I can make right now for that. I was too slow to stop the count, and I’m very disappointed in myself. Which adds to the disappointed in the match in it’s entirety. It could’ve been better, because I know it wasn’t going to get sour. I just hope that next time I get into a match like that, and there will be a next time, it will be much better. I’ll make sure of it, and it will all be done on my behalf. That is a promise. Either way, Mega Massacre was a great event all by itself. Just look at all the things that we, as performers, were able to accomplish on a national televised show. I would say to everyone to “give yourselves a round of applause”, but I don’t think we really need to. Why? Because we shouldn’t just be going out there and put on a great show for just one Monday night. I say that each and every Massacre should be great every week. Each one trying to out do the last. It doesn’t make sense to hype just one Massacre. Everyone should be just as great, or even greater than the previous one was before that. Now I know I didn’t win my match. Therefore, I feel that I didn’t put on as great of a performance as I should have done. So this week, and so on and so forth, I will go out to that ring and put on the best performance that I can. Sure it was all great that everyone wanted Mega Massacre to be spectacular. I wanted my match to be spectacular. I felt like I didn’t get that. So every match that I participate, from now on, will be spectacular. No matter what event it is, no matter who I’m going up against, and no matter who I might be partnered up with. I’ve been talking this way ever since I was on Impact. The last time I remembered, I was doing what I said I was going to be doing. And I’ve never lost a match on Impact. This past Monday was my first lost since being back in the XWF. I’m not ashamed of it. At least the better man won the match. Unfortunately it’s not over between me and that man, I’m still glad to see that he won that he “NEEDED”. It’s alright with me, because now, I “NEED” it too. In due time, I should say, in due time. As of right now I have other matters I need to attend to. Since I’m speaking on putting on better performances from here on out, I should say that this next match is going to put me up to the test. Now that I’m in the “big leagues” of the XWF why would I go into the ring and half ass against any opponent. Half assing isn’t an option. Even though I should be saying that losing isn’t an option. I’m confident in my abilities as a wrestler, but over on Massacre, if I’m having a bad day, then I guess someone just might get one over on me. So a lost just might happen at any moment. Just right now, going into this weeks Massacre, I don’t think that it is bound to happen. You see I’m going to be involved in a match against batch of goths who really think their ends justify the means. I think that their tactics, are very pathetic and stupid. So in the end, these men don’t intimidate me. No man intimidates me. Just that these try to put throw themselves off as intimidating men. Sure pentagrams might frighten a person who’s pure good at heart. I can really say that my heart is neither good or evil. My heart mainly drives me to be the best. While these men might think they are the best, I really and truly beg to differ. The Black Order is what they call themselves. Four men, with a creditable history here in the XWF, trying to strike some sort of “fear” into the hearts of the men here in the XWF. Or maybe they just think that having pentagrams, and wearing black cloaks make them look cool. That is what these goth kids do right? They go around think their lives suck, go into the cemeteries and write poems, then cut their wrist after their girlfriend dump them. Wait, those are Emo’s. Kind of similar to the goths, am I right? Either way, their both sad and lame. The Black Order is no different. Even though their talents as individual wrestlers aren’t lame, this whole “there will be Order” bullshit, is pretty stupid. Who are they going to have Order over? Those guys on Impact? Because those guys look like the only group of people that men manipulate. I wonder why men with great caliber and talent, would create a stable like this. Then again, you’re going to have to forgive me for being so naive about this. How long have I actually stayed in the XWF to know about shit like this? Not very long, just incase we still have slow people wandering about. Even though I have not been around to witness the first, second or third run from this stable, I have heard quite a few things about this stable. Even though we have Raziel as the leader of this stable, you would assume that I would know everything about the Order. The reason why I say that is because I truly believe that Raziel has his ego so far up his ass, that it would be hard not to see that ugly face of his tower everybody, with his mouth spilling out all of his accomplishments. But why didn’t I hear about the Order before hand? I don’t know. Maybe because when Raziel was busy talking about what he’s done, I was more focused on getting the Hart title. Might not be as credible to him, but I don’t care what he thinks. He might have had a lot of accomplishments here in the XWF, because really, sometimes he really needs to shut the fuck up. Lucky for me I get to kick him in his fucking mouth on Monday. That will help him even further. Sure my partner Christian Connolly would rather do it, either way needs to keep his mouth shut. But that will never happen, no matter what happens to him, no matter where he goes or what he does, Raziel’s mouth will always be open. So in turn, let the man speak. I know he’s going to have a lot to say about me after I’m done. And I “tremble” with fear, dreadfully anticipating to hear what he has to say. Either way, Raziel isn’t the only man in the Order, thus not making him all that important. Not taking anything away from him though. He did manage to bring all of the other douches together. Then you have Fuzz, the current World champion. Then Cyren, and Famine of the Vile. I have to give credit where credit is due. All four of these men have had way more success that I have ever achieved here in the XWF. Their accomplishments have never gone unnoticed, that’s only because Raziel keeps reminding everyone. But from what I’ve seen this past Monday, and from all four of these men’s track records, The Black Order is something I can’t afford to take lightly. Even though all of the witchcraft and wizardry should be left up to the nerdy Dungeon and Dragons, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter fans. In the end, what they do in the ring was what really matters to me. And I can’t wait to see what Raziel and Cyren will be able to pull off in the ring this Monday. Surely my new band of allies have experience facing these men. I know I am the “rookie” amongst The Vigilantes. Weren’t you all surprised to see me come out on that stage when Lee Stone called my name? I’m sure some of you were. For those who weren’t, it doesn’t make a difference, because all of you don’t matter. All of the members of the Vigilantes, excluding myself, are very successful, and accomplished wrestlers. I excluded myself, because my time hasn’t arrived yet. But it doesn’t matter, because I know, the Vigilantes know, even Centurion knows, that my time is right around the corner. They have no need to keep me down, or try to hold me back, because they share the same views that I have. And that is to go out and be the best in the sport of professional wrestling. While one man can say his prayers, be a holy “Saint”, a good doer for all of the world to see. Then you have other men who want to try and burn him alive, and establish “Order”. We, The Vigilantes, see no purpose with involving ourselves in useless crap like that. In the end it doesn’t matter how many lives we have saved, or many people fear us. It that matters is how many mean that we’ve defeated in the ring, and how many people acknowledge the fact of how great we are in the ring. Regardless of how short and how disappointed I was about how my match for the Canadian Championship didn’t live up to my expectations this past Monday, coming out and surprising everyone, well most of you, my allegiance with the Vigilantes, was the best of the night for me. Fuck the Order, and fuck what they stand for. At the end of the day, no one cares about how many virgins you’ve sacrificed, or how many times you’ve slit your wrist, or many times you hold yourself when you cry at night. It’s all about what happens when you win, and prove to everyone what you say you are as a great performer, that’s if you are a great performer. The Order can keep their fun, and torture people as much as they want. I’m going to keep my skills and talents right with me for as long as they to stay with me. Now surely, these men being who they are, might jump up and think that I don’t have what it take to keep up in the ring with them. Then again, just because these men are evil, doesn’t mean that they’re stupid. Thy should have the common sense to look out for the “young” talent that’s coming up and trying to make their way to the top. Sure they have all been there before. You don’t just walk into some douchebag owner’s office, let’s say this is Jon we’re talking about here, and demand to become a legend the moment you make your debut. We still have one man from the Order who’s trying to fight his way to become a legend right now. Sure, Cyren never was as great as he used to be now. He had to work and prove to everyone what he could do in the ring. That’s what all the members of The Order had to do, as well as the members of the Vigilantes. Now I plan on doing it myself. With the Vigilantes or without them. I know where I started, and I know where I want to go. Sure these men have more than what it takes to stop me from achieving success here in the XWF. They can prove me right on my accusation this Monday. The problem is, I don’t think that their skills and talents alone will be enough to stop me. Not saying that these men have mediocre skills when it comes to showcasing what they have in the ring. I just don’t think that they’re better than me. It’s fact, not opinion. Regardless of what they might think of me, when it comes down to my past here in the XWF. Who can blame them? If I was to see Mungbean come back around, and try to make a huge comeback by challenging for the World title, I wouldn’t think that he would make it very far. I know I have a lot to prove, and a lot to showcase for the world to see. Massacre is the place for me to be in order to do that. Starting with going up against the Order is what I’m going to be doing. Surely I’m going to be facing the 2 out of the 4 men of the Order in this match this coming Monday. Raziel and Cyren, are two very accomplished men in the XWF. And it makes me wonder why I get the do the honors of giving these men a great match, along with Christian Connolly. And speaking of C2, I’m sure that everyone knows of the feud that is going on between Connolly and Raziel at the moment. Raziel is the reason why Connolly lost the Universal Championship at Zero Tolerance. Then to top it all off, both men faced off in a Barbed Wire match this past Monday on Mega Massacre. Now with me and Cyren added into the equation, it looks as if their rivalry can go on. I wouldn’t mind if Connolly decides to Raziel to himself for the whole match. But let me not sound so foolishly about this whole match. I’m sure we’ll all get are pieces in for each other. One team wants to win, and neither team wants to lose. Especially in this heated rivalry that is going on between Connolly and Raziel right now. One man wants to win more than the other, and one man, with his tag team partner, will do just that. When it’s time to get in the ring, there’s no time for us to think about what kind of rituals these idiots are going to perform after the wrestling portion of the show is over. They have their theatrical horror show, and I’m positive that it’s very important to them. So they can do that, and they can have that. My partner and I, would rather keep our focus on winning the match, and nothing else other than that. Now the thing that I’m wondering about is, what’s the point of this whole Order bullshit? These men have already accomplish a lot in wrestling, why should they have the need to establish Order? Only they can explain it to me. And I’ll be waiting to hear from them, very soon. You already have a man who’s a World Champion amongst you. The rest of you are in fact former Universal Champions. So why do I still look upon you all and laugh. This Order has nothing to do with wrestling itself. Just wrestlers trying to look cool to the Emo kids. Sad, but true. You have Cyren, one of the men who I’m going to be going up against. He’s a former Universal Champion. Now he’s fighting to become the next legend in the XWF. Which is fine and dandy. Years ago, I would be very afraid walking into this match. I wouldn’t feel all to comfortable knowing that I was going to be facing Cyren in just a regular match, any kind of match, no matter what it was. I use to look at Cyren and thought he was the best that the XWF had to offer in the company. When I was just working on becoming the Hart Champion, he was working on becoming the Universal. See how big that gap is? Now I feel that, that gap, has gotten smaller. When Monday comes around, it will be even smaller than that. We all have something to prove don’t we? I don’t know about Cyren, but I know that I can prove that I am better than him. Legend or no legend, I’ll show him that I am the best and that I can beat the best. In my eyes, he is one of the best. He’s one of the best I have ever seen in the XWF, ever. Now that I’m actually having my first encounter with him, ever, I see him as one the men that I need to beat. Just one of the list of many other who I feel I need to beat. He’s not on my top, but here’s there, and that’s all that matter. My excitement is just boiling over, and when it’s all set and done, Cyren will have a better understanding of how the Vigilantes see things. If he agrees with it, or if he doesn’t. It doesn’t matter, cause victory is in me and Connolly’s favor, and coming up short just isn’t something we both have in our minds. Even though it can happen, for the most part, it’s just not what’s really troubling me, when beating Cyren and Raziel is concerned. Everyone knows that this match can go both ways. The Order could win this match, or the Vigilantes could win this match. I never doubt my opponents for a second. Especially these two. I think the moment that any man decides to brush these guys off to the side as nothing more than mere pushovers, then that’s when that particular person is going to meet their end expeditiously. Even though I am telling you all that I know I can beat these two men, I’m also saying that the task itself will not be an easy one . I know these men are not former World and Universal Champions for no reason. I’m also pretty positive that all the rest of the members of the Vigilantes aren’t where they are today, and who they are today for reason either. As I am not a former Hart Champion for reason either. It might be nothing to them, but it’s something to me. I plan on taking more as time in the XWF continues to past by. And my time will not be wasting, nor will it be in vain. Regardless of how stupid The Black Order may be, the individuals in ring abilities, and talents certainly make up for it. No need for me to keep sucking their dicks here, I’m just letting it be known that I’m not a foolish person, and I know who is who here in the XWF. I have an understanding of they can do. I know the truth about what they have done. My neutrality keeps me grounded, and keeps me focused on winning this match. My confidence is may seem overbearing, so don’t mistake it for cockiness. And my determination and will to be the best, will most certainly and definitely get me there in the very end. With all five of the symptoms from the Invictus Sickness, will let you all know that my eminence has arrived............... |