The first time I saw
you
You penetrated my soul. You impregnated me with sensation. You and I birthed freedom.
Now the world
threatens to take it away.
Threatens to separate the both of us. I stopped her from turning you fickle And I will stop all the others. From stealing your heart.
You're heading
into Wonderland.
I'm stepping through the looking glass. We'll disappear there together Shane. Just you and I. We'll go to Wonderland together. I'll be your mad hatter. Just give me that Cheshire Grin.
Oh but sweetheart.
There will be no escape. No escape for you and I. We belong there. Forever. We'll never die. _____________________
My Reasoning. I am certainly not just some wackjob fan with a crush. I'm not doing this because I really think that wrestling is real. I'm doing this because I believe just like many fans that wrestling is the new era Gladiatorial Combat. But it doesn't need death and dismemberment. A simple three count suffices. It is real in all the ways the people need. All this violence depicted in movies and the media only dull senses. I will prove my point through showing all of you what happens when the real world attacks wrestling. How real is wrestling when you have a gun jammed into your mouth? Just wait until you look into the eyes of a million fans when Shawn Walsh stands teary eyed in the middle of the ring and has to break the news to the world that Shane Clemmens was found with his little brain splattered on the wall. Yes. While Bronwen O'Connor is carried off in handcuffs and all is said and done the world will see Shawn Walsh crowned Universal Champion. You could say it would be Professional Wrestling's personal little doomsday. Sure you will ride out the remembrances--all the t-shirts and poetry on the internet. You'll make money off the DVDs or buy them depending on who you are. Yes, maybe Shane will even finally make it into a hall of fame. Wouldn't that be a sight--Shane finally getting his dream, posthumously. In a world where barnyard animals fucking could out entertain Shawn Walsh we will see him crowned. Crown of thorns. Yes, every time Shawn Walsh will look in the mirror he will see the face of a man who claimed a dead man's title. That will be nothing compared to the look in the eyes of Bronwen when she looks into the mirror and sees a hardened criminal. It's too late for her already--she's pulled the trigger too many times. Oh she will be nothing more than the plaything for the biggest bulldyke in the place. The biggest and the baddest indeed. If only I could be there--Oh wait, I will be. Ha. If only I could tell Shane how I really feel about him. I know he would only turn his back on me--he would turn to Rosie. A lot of good she'll do now. I suppose you could call her a dead fuck if you were wanting a good laugh. Dead fuck. Dead girl. Dead bang--you should have seen the way her head came apart. Shane at least should have been there when I took out his largest problems all at once. Think I'll get a thank you? No. Not until we find each other in Wonderland. It is certainly no joke that this all takes place at Wonderland. I would give it the full title of "Escape from Wonderland" but I don't want to be n misleading.
IT'S
ALWAYS THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW I've held up outside of Daniel, Wyoming waiting on Shane's charges to clear. I was bored and walking down the road having a smoke when low and behold, the Trans-Am belonging to one childhood friend of Mr. Clemmens rolled up. It was pouring rain and there was no doubt that he had very little visibility. He stopped the car dead center in the middle of the road and got out, waving me over. "What the hell are you doing out here? Fuck's sake you're gonna get ill! Get in the goddamn car." He yelled. I flicked my cigarette and smiled at him. "Damn I didn't know you smoked." Jarrell blinked at me a moment before heading for the shelter of the car, "Get in the fucken car." There was a flash of lightning followed in ten or so seconds by thunder. With the clap of the thunder I yelled my real name. I walked up to the car and Lola Duke emerged. "Oh my god. Is Shane ok? What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes were ridiculous saucers of concern. "I'm singing in the rain, why don't you join me?" "No, get in the car and let's go pick up Shane." Lola popped the seat forward and crawled into the back. "Man I'm hungry. Anybody know when a cafe opens up?" Jarrell popped out a blunt and we started passing it around. "Mmm. I could go for some pancakes and some biscuits and gravy." "Biscuits and gravy AND pancakes?" Lola choked on the smoke as she passed the blunt back to me, "Do you even gain weight?" "Yeah but I work it off." Jarrell sighed, "Listen, shit's deep and a guy's gotta eat, alright? Don't judge my coping mechanisms." I puffed and puffed on the blunt until putrid yellow smoke filled the car. Pretty soon we were all coughing and Jarrell was having a hard time keeping the car on the road. "How about you?" Lola rolled down her window, "Are you holding up alright?" "I'm just worried about Shane." "Yeah, he's strong though, he'll keep you strong too if you let him." "I don't know if there's anything between us." "Of course there is." Lola laughed, "He loves you, just doesn't want to admit it." "Oh and I love him. I'm looking forward to showing him how much I truly care." "Quit sitting on that blunt, sheesh." Jarrell asked, looking me over in the rear view. "What's that shit on your face?" I took the blunt and jammed it into Jarrell's ear. He screamed as his skin sizzled, clawing at his head with his right hand and driving with the left. Lola screamed out in shock but I put two bullets through the back of her seat, sending her slamming into the door. "Lola!" Jarrell screamed, "You fucken crazy?" I put the gun the back of Jarrell's head. "Why don't you tell me which feels more real." I cocked the gun, "Wrestling, or..." I pulled the trigger sending Jarrell's life out the front window. He fell to the left on the steering wheel and slumped on the accelerator. The Trans-Am veered to the left and quickly rolled over. As we were in washing machine mode I held my hands out--holding myself in place. Finally the care came to a stop in the ditch. "That's a ride to remember right there!" I kick open the door and shove Lola's body into the dash as I peel myself out of the car. I tear off my jacket and throw it onto the ground. My shoulder was out I'd have to pop it in but I had to get out of there before anyone saw me on the road. I had to get back to Shane as soon as I could. I wanted to scream but I forced myself into silence as I snuck into the treeline.
My Heart and Mind. This trip has not been an easy one. I've been trying to make this trip for years but my mother would never let me go. Finally though I can go as I please and there is no one left to replace me. All these other people. One by one until I counted twelve were gone. I was the last. Lady thirteen. All I had to do was eliminate the last man in my way. The only one who could truly get between Shane and I. Shane's dear sweet nephew Dare. Unfortunately there is only one way to get to Dare, I would have to show Shane the truth behind his little nephew. I couldn't just kill Dare, I would have completely eviscerate the little bastard while Shane was forced to watch. That would be my greatest act. Maybe playing the part of the innocent Bronwen was easier than I thought. Maybe, just maybe she'd go to jail with a smile. You never know with girls like her. Maybe she'd even brag a little. Brag about being the one who killed Shane Clemmens. Yeah. Brag about being the one that cut Dare's dick off and turned him into a girl. Yeah. That's exactly what she would say. As for me, I guess after it's all said and done I'll just disappear into another tree line. Just like it's Shane's job to win the Universal Title, it's my job to see to it that he doesn't. No, it won't involve a steel folding chair and Shawn Walsh's goons. Walsh too should be very happy that I am no where near him because I'd burn that little superiority complex of his to the ground. Hell,, maybe next time I will be the flame that sends Walsh up like a Roman candle. This doesn't necessary have to end as a tragedy. I like comedy. I like to laugh. |