you make me sick

I love what were doing here

You make me sick

and I can't be the Only One.

You make me sick

But I love what were doing here

you make me sick

And I can't be the Only One!

 
I stand on a wall, directly in front of me are two doors.  They both lead to different yet similar paths.  I take my hand and I look at them briefly for a second as if they had objects in them.  I felt my skin crawling and quivering with unknown fear , but I’m not scared.  I stare into my challenges as I always have right in the eyes.  I do not back down from anything that is bigger then I am. 

For a long time I have done a lot of good for the people in strike fantasy towers.  I have defended the weak and projected my strength in my goals to becoming the SFT World Heavyweight champion. I did so by being the best that there is in the world today.  I achieved this by never backing down from anyone, even when the fight seemed to far above my head, when everything and everyone wanted to tell me that it was impossible for me to do.  I became a world champion when people didn’t think I would make it past the television ranks.  I proved a lot of people wrong and for that reason is why I have been forced to change hands.

A lot of you will look at me in the next coming months and become believers.   A lot of you will take the shoes off of your teeth and quit running your mouths.  The time for a new Destiny has come,  It’s time for all of you to bow down to one of the greats to step into Strike Towers.  I have been  somewhat of a past mark here in sft and people have reasons to doubt my return to the ring.  For a boat load of reasons, that’s exactly what I want.  You see its not whether or not I am capable of beating anyone in the ring , no its not about that.  Its that I KNOW I can beat anyone in that ring.  I am the best in this ring right now and regardless of whatever you may say about me,  it will be proven soon enough. 

Take heed to the warnings that I am giving you.  I will give no more.

| " I am the most brutal, most viscous , ruthless champion there's ever been! "| 

- Mike Tyson

12:46 P.M
L.A.X

Taking a look around everything seems brighter, upbeat.  It’s been sometime since I have been back in my home town of Los Angeles.  Since Rayn was missing I hadn’t found a reason to come back.  I tried to remove a lot of the bad memories I have from living here, I can’t deny who I am.  I can’t deny that this is where I grew up, and this is where I belong.  I walk out of the airport tunnel however and I look at the people differently, doctors said it would be this way.  I lost a lot in a short amount of time and my compassion for other people will be limited for a while.  I see people and I have the thought in my head of “I don’t give a fuck! “ For once I have clarity in my life.  Now I look at a small child I don’t have to think about whether or not I should give him a blow bop or say screw you.  My mind is set on totally making that kids life a living hell.  When I see a beautiful woman who makes a pass at me, ill look at her in disgust and tell her that her dress hides the rolls under her tummy.  

The doc made me see that there is a difference between doing the right thing, and doing YOUR thing.  To be successful you have to take matters into your own hands, I think he specifically said “you are the only one who can control the outcome. “  I said, “bullshit “to him, and as he smirked and chuckled a bit I began to understand.  I am not by any stretch of the imagination a psycho, but now I think I do have a few screws loose.  I have been underrated and walked on my entire career.  Its about time for some payback.

It’s to bad he doesn’t know what kind of monster he unleashed.

| Reno picks up his luggage from the pick up area and proceeds towards the front doors of the L.A.X building.  The wind is blowing to the east as it catches some dirt in reno’s face as he walks out the sliding doors.  As he sits his things down and dusts his shirt off a fan walks up to him from behind and taps him on the shoulder.  Reno closes his eyes for a second, with a look of annoyance.  |

Reno asks’s “What is it kid? “in a very stern voice.  The kid stands their a little surprised.  He replies “are you Reno Destiny, THE Reno Destiny?”  I take my bags and move them towards the cab as it comes up. “Yes that would be me. “  The fan quickly smiles and turns around to his buddies to shout out “HEY!  IT’S RENO DESTINY! “His friends turn and take their time walking over there.  Reno rolls his eyes and gives his attention over to his cell phone that’s ringing. One of the kids say “ This is Reno?  You have been gone for a while? “  Reno turns around and stares at the kid , “ Is there a piece of paper you are waiting to give me with an autograph section on it?  If there isn’t I would have to ask you to back off and leave me be. “   The fans back up slowly and make their way back down the isle.  Reno packs his bags in the trunk and steps into the car.

He looks at his Samsung impression from Atnt and sees the id of the call he just missed, A call from Daniel Kalis.  Reno smirks and tries to call back, but no answer.  His former tag team partner has been gone for the better part of the year and Reno seems to be excited enough about his potential return.   The cab runs through the busy streets of Los Angeles, heading along the beaches where Reno’s home is, the driver looks back and starts to speak to him. “ hey buddy! “ Reno replys, “Yes, is there a problem?” The cabbie answers him and hands him a piece of paper with some addresses on it. “What is this? “ Reno ask’s. “Its places you can go to relax yourself my friend, you look tense!”  Reno looks at the driver, “I live here you clown! “ The driver turns back around slowly. “You really have to relax my friend,  you worry to much , I can see it in your face.”  He mumbles a little more but Reno doesn’t listen.  He falls into his mind and closes his eyes until the driver gets to the final destination.

The Cab gets to the house, took long enough Reno thinks to himself.  He gets out and retrieves his belongings and sits them on the side of the road next to his mailbox.  He approaches the driveway,  nothing but a few empty boxes and the screen door ajar.  Reno picks up his things and places them on the porch, returning back down the steps to pick up a box that is filled to the top with papers.  He brings them in the house and sits them on the dining room table which is covered in dust and dirt.  He sees a note on the refridgerator written in pink.  He approaches the door and takes the note off.   It is from his ex , Kamryn Nicole. 

“ Dear Reno, It was a great run.  We have been through so much together in the past 7 years being together but with you being gone, I can’t take being away from you.  You have issues that you have to deal with and I understand that you have to do what you have to do,  but when I lay in that bed at night without you beside me, im reminded that you are not the same person from when I met you in the WWA,  Our love for the same things and passion for the success and glory are to similar and right now,  my career and path has gone elsewhere.  Maybe one day we will find eachother in the same spot again and I will once again be the wife of the greatest champion, but please understand that I didn’t want to hurt myself overall. 

We always believed we were the best in the world. We still are the best in the world.  The only difference we had is that nothing matter as long as the W was in the column.  Understand I am doing this to put the W in the column.  You will understand once you are finished reading this letter.  This is the best thing, not just for me,  but for the both of us.  Become a champion Reno, and I will see you at the top.

Signed, Kamryn Nicole ‘ destiny ‘ “

Reno puts the letter down and goes in the fridge himself,  the smell of old milk illuminates the room and he quickly shuts the door.  “ Bitch couldn’t even clean the fridge out!”  he says to himself.  He sits down and sees a pile of mail on the table where he sat the box of papers at.  He starts going through the papers in the box and it looks like papers of a book someone started.  The mail next to the box indicates taxes from the I.R.S.  Delinquent notices for foreclosure on his house.  The next envelop is the same thing but he doesn’t open it just yet,  he tosses it on the chair in the living room which has a table next to it with a bottle of old Jack Daniels sitting next to it.  Reno reminisces for a second.  Remembering the last time he was here,  the mental instability he had and going through the loss of his friend Nina.  Quickly snapping out of it,  his phone rings,  he looks but he doesn’t answer.  The call is from his old doctor.  “ I can’t take talking to you right now.”  Reno makes his way to his chair next to the glass and bottle of Jack,  He knocks it off the table and sits there, thinking. 

He sits in his chair and looks over the notes on what looks like a book that someone started to write. He takes his time licking his thumbs turning the pages and smirks.   His phone rings again.   Its Daniel Kalis.

Follows up with a text message,  “ brother, we need to talk. “

 | Scene Fades |

| Pacing around outside his home in Los Angeles California,  Reno Destiny hangs up the phone and the camera crew starts rolling.  The lights on top of the camera flash on illuminating reno’s face.  Reno looks at the camera and squints his eyes a little.  Panting heavily he looks to the sky as he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. |

I have changed,  into a completely different man.   In a way , I now embrace what I should have become so long ago.  The lessons that have been learned through this entire experience is invaluable, and I wish to share that onto every single one of you.  I am a former Strike Towers  Tag Team Champion,  Strike Towers Hardcore Champion,  Strike Towers Television Champion,  and the Strike Towers , WORLD Championship.  I am a man with no mercy,  I am a man with no conscience.  I have been reborn into the perfect athletic machine.  No one can match me in the ring, mentally and physically.  I have gone through my hardships in my past,  been held back by to many people.  Now there is nothing holding me back,  there is nothing keeping me from single handedly dismantling every single wrestler in the back, and taking what was mines before and that is the SFT Championship.  Once again I will rise up,  once again I will reign supreme over these people they want to peg as the main eventer’s in this business.  I am the only main eventer in this business , I am the only one that should be called CHAMPION.  I should be inducted into the hall of fame for the things I have and WILL accomplish.  People say that I used to win off determination and heart alone,  Now that I will take destiny into my own hands,  it won’t be because of heart and determination anymore,  it will be because im just FLAT OUT BETTER then all of you.

The thing with people sometimes is that they can only remember me because of the company that I kept.   The list of greats and SFT Hall Of Famers goes a long way,  Nirvana,  Shawn Walsh.  Been in legendary Stables, The Superiority Complex,  The Holocaust.  Feuded with the best of them,  Big T , JC Stubz , Aidan Morag.  The credentials doesn’t stop there but as far as it goes I will not go into it.  I Defeated Johnny Legend for the SFT Hardcore Championship in one of the most brutal matches in one of the most controversial events in SFT History.  I defeated a red hot Myris for the World Championship,  as much as I can spew the names out, is as much of a rats ass anyone could care anymore but that will all change.  People used to say  Rayn was the one who brought be up,  the one who looked after me and gave me my come up.  They said I hid behind a great wrestler and gained fortune .  Well rayn isn’t here and now its time for Reno Destiny to officially become a bigger entity in The Strike Towers Universe.

There is little you can do when your back is against a wall.  When people don't think you have what it takes to survive in the jungle.  Constantly, I run out of things to say when people doubt me now.  Where can I get the ability to keep my head up and prove them wrong.  Well For a long time I have ignored the one thing that I have had the control over all along,   Destiny.   I have had control of my own destiny for a long time and didn't know it.  I always left it up to someone else to fight my battles,  and give me the strength to succeed in my endevors to capture the SFT World Championship.  I see the light now.  No one is responsible for any of the things that happens to me except for me.  I have a choice in making my own destiny.   I will become the SFT World Champion again, I will remain SFT World Champion again.   Destiny is in my hands, and The Accountant's Destiny is to be nothing more then a stepping stone for me to become the New World Champion.

Lets take a look back shall we accountant.  It was you that I had to face on many occasions. It seems you have forgotten the beat downs that you suffered against me time and time again.  Probably because you were smart enough never to have shown up or I just flat out destroyed you, however, the outcome has and will always be the same,  I will beat you and not only gain a chance to fight Kyle Murphy for the world championship, but it will give me a little more clout into taking your SFT United states championship,  just one of 2 championships that have eluded me since I have been back in strike towers.  People in the back would say that you are a veteran, you walk the halls with a swagger because you have been here since mother strike towers gave birth of this god forsaken place.  Let me ask you this though accountant,  what makes you think you even stand a chance against me.  You should really ask yourself if you can even grow the balls to come out to the ring on breakdown and stare into the eyes of the wolf after all the times I have destroyed you and made you look like a lowly office assistant.  You are nothing compared to the accomplishments that I have brought to the table, and my legacy will be semented when I finish you off once and for all and claim my rightful place above the likes of you.

You have been a proud member of Strike Towers for a long time accountant, and history shows that you are a competitor, and without a shadow of a doubt, one of the few men in the history of this business that showed tremendous heart.   Let me remind you that heart will only get you but so far.  I lead that by example, and I plan on making a difference with just that.  I have fought my way up the ladder of success on heart alone, and that makes me pound for pound one of the best to do it.  There comes a time where something has to change.  I am tired of following and showing that the underdog can win.  I am tired of being the underdog, like you.   I am now the favorite to win.  You go to a race and you pick the favorite to win, you put your money down on the table and wait anxiously as the race starts.  Everyone is cheering on the favorite and as he finally crosses that line, no one is surprised.  This match will turn into just that as I demolish any hopes and dreams you may have of solitifying whatever spot you have above me.  You see you having the United States championship means nothing to me until it take it from you and believe me , I will take it from you one of these days

You make it a note to point out that this beat the clock challenge seems to have you thinking you can get a shot at the world heavyweight title and become a model for the other guys in the back. The best thing you could have done was read my so called file and see just what kind of a person I really am.  If you are the read a little deeper you will notice that I am not a merciful person.  I am not a person who will see the human quality in you and expect me to just let you walk away, no!  I will put you back behind your bitch desk in the offices and do some work where you can succeed instead of trying to over step your bounds, and step to me.  You think we have a lot in common, We are nothing alike accountant.  I don’t care about your taxes, or you cases.  The fact of the matter is accountant you have a date with destiny this coming Sunday.  I can see the future and as much different as our pasts are, your future will be the same.  You will not beat me and I can gurantee that you will not lay your fingers on the SFT World Championship.   After im done with you, I will find connor and I will force you into a United States championship match.  I am back in strike towers for blood and if I have to go through the entire administration, then so be it.  This is an official notice to everyone in the back, Reno Destiny is here, New look, new attitude.

When you make your way to the arena on Sunday,  with your nice polished shoes and your silver briefcase containing whatever it is you carry around in there,  you have to think to yourself, at 29 years of age,  was it a smart idea for you to take a hiatus from the EWF and Give up that world championship.  Yeah, you see I did my homework as well, while I was fighting for my first world championship, you aquired your CPA.  In 2000 you aquired your world championship, and the crudentials roll on.  United States championship means a lot to you accountant and that’s all fine and great.  There is a great saying in our nation that reads, all good things come to an end.  I know im not the model for control around here, I know im not the model of professionalism and being around when im supposed to be, however you disappeared back to the calling of the United States government on 2 occasions.  Your mind isn’t in wrestling.  Your destiny lies within sending people audits and catching guilty parties of tax evasion.  Your destiny is not holding the SFT United States championship, let alone the SFT World Championship.  Lets face facts accountant, I am going to win this match,  its just a matter of how fast I can do it.  If I should not do it fast enough, well I will have to just make an example out of you to the future or current world champion.  I am coming for blood

I walk to the ring with an X above my head for reasons you can’t begine to comprehend.  This won’t just be for lack of a better phrase, another day at the office.  I plan on making you cringe,  making you scream, your arms stretching out for that rope.  I plan on seeing you stand up as I begin my hunt.  All it takes is one fate, and the career that was the accountants will forever be changed.   Destiny is in my hands accountant,  come Sunday, you will find out what yours will be.