[Anaheim, California]

[The Mansion. I needed some clothes and I'm here at my house. My mom said no has seen her in like a week. So I'm here collecting mail and stuff. I walk in and the place is a wreck. The maid service must of stopped. Who knew she was this much of a slob? Then I see it on top of the tv. A picture of me and her on a date to the movies. I was happy then. I'm just more jaded and angry then I used to be. I take extra long look at her smile. Memories flood back. Her smile could always light my life. Most of them good. I remember on the beach how much fun we had. We actually had a sand castle building contest. I felt like I was five again. And once again my sand castle had no structural integrity. I walk into the the kitchen. I sit down on the stoll next to the counter. I lay my arm in what evidently was a jelly. At least I hope thats why five ants got stuck in it. I swivel around and look at the place I love. My office. That place rocked. When I had it perfectly. Now all my stuff is packed up. My Twilight autographed poster. My Merrix action figure. Everything I held dear packed up. I guess she didn't want reminded of me. I head outside to the patio. I see my gardener chilling in the pool. After a quick conversation. I find out that he and the pool boy have been living here and throwing parties for the past two monthes. She must of totally gave up on me. Well fuck her too. I walk back into the house straight to the office. I scrounge around until I find it. A camera. I set it up using the dirty ass kitchen as a backdrop.]

I've came here expecting top notch talent. Boy, was I suprised. Sure there is Nightstyker, Re:Coil, November and Flynn. Besides those four who here is really that great. I know Riona is a tough competitor and Attict looks Mexican when he really isn't. Where are the future Twilights, or the ultra creepy Styx's. I would settle for a Minister of Violence and Mass Carnage but, yet we are not filled with them. We have me, Riona and Flynn the future of the business. I'm not sadistic enough to be called 'heir to the future'. I'm not high flying enough to be a Charm. My biggest comparison is Tommy Riley. Comparing me to a man who was satisfied winning second tier titles after second tier titles. Somehow in his twisted mind he thought those titles were more prestigious since they were harder to hold on to. You mighht not understand why I'm ranting about Riley. Its because we have very many similiar attributes. Generally speaking, thats not a bad thing for most part. Its just it always seemed like he settled. And that is unnerving. Because of the natural association between me and Riley people assume I will settle. Though, I do ego flaunts better then him.

[I step back crunch. There goes a roach. Not the kind Flynn smokes to relax either. ]

My next match is against another moron from the Outcasts. Oh yeah, some dumb kid from Texas. I'll beat you two in many ways. The first just happens to be wit. The second will be in the ring. So do you want the obligitory Full Metal Jacket 'Steers or Queers' quote or an orginal Texas gay joke? A quick side note. Kubrick rocks. You see, Worth you came to the wrong place. You were put in the wrong match. Sorry, about your luck. What's four hundred pounds and want to be a male stripper. Thats right Dumbface has been trying to gyrate his hips into ladies hearts for years. And well he really hasn't done a good job of it. Maybe, some lonely cow in Iowa will like it. You've alligned yourself with the wrong side, Dumbface. You were trained by the wrong man. And once again I just talked myself into a bunch wrongs. Its just a bad habit I have. Live with it.

[These dudes are jokes. I'm still waiting for a surfing joke about me. I mean how hard is that to think of. Even Attict has that type of wit. ]

[Shade to Grey]