Heaven 2 Hell
The Apocalypse.
The end of the first era of Fight One.
It ends with a great confrontation.

A new beginning.
Five soldiers will fight.
They will fight for the Universe.
The future of Fight One.

Sinners
Prophets
Sacrifices.

Heaven 2 Hell
Let the flame burn.

DIRTY DOG
"Bronwen"

Eventually I was going to have to confront Bronwen about what happened. If Dominique didn’t look bad enough, the fact that she found out about Dominique via Annika Reizeger made it worse. Annika—the drunken Russian playing games with my woman. You know what that’s all about.

Annika Reizeger: Oh scissor!

As much as the idea of Annika and Bronwen getting it on should probably serve as an overwhelming turn on for me it honestly makes me sick to the stomach. If we were ever going to do something like that, it’d have to be moral, right?

“What’s moral about two chicks and one guy? The one guy is me and he’s having the time of his life.”

With that said I know, just like all of you know, that Annika Reizeger is a super bitch and needs to go down… Not the kind of “going down” she’d be pleased with either—mind you. She needs to be cut down to size. I’m talking about the kind of “cutting down” that leaves Annika Reizeger looking just about as gigantic as Hornswoggle…

Yes, I’d love to break the bitch in half and donate her tits to the blind and the rest of her Russian exoskeleton to science.

How dare she get in the way of my life.

Dominique poppin’ and lockin at the end of my cock had nothing to do with me wanting to break Bronwen’s heart. I didn’t have control of that shit and all of you know it. Hell, deep down inside Bronwen knows it—she just loves the opportunity to make me earn back what’s mine… Bronwen… She’s my queen but she also puts me in denial.

How can Your Fucking Role Model be “that guy” anymore if he’s going home to the same woman every night?

It’s hard, it really is. As soon as you think it’s all good—you find yourself inventing different personas just so you can go out and be the guy you use to be. When you look back though, you see that all you’ve done is alienate the one person on this shit-layered-globe we call a planet.

It’s times like these that I wish I had myself a beer.

It’s summer in Alaska and it’s gorgeous. I should be stretched out in the middle of the lake in my boat, taking in the rays. My fishing pole should be set up and I should be living it up. Bronwen should be there right beside me. We shouldn’t be dealing with all of this lamery. Pure lamery. Son of a bitch.

Not only am I separated from Bronwen but our only future meeting will be in the Main Event at a wrestling Pay Per View.

I know I leapt at the chance at a title shot and it has a lot to do with the fact that I can’t stand seeing that fucking Jaxx getting the title but—we’ll get to him…

I want a chance to look you in the eyes Bronwen, I know when you look into my eyes you’ll see what I’ve been talking about is all true and teamed with good intentions. Fuck, how ridiculous is that?

All of the shit I’ve been through and put all of you through and you think I’m capable of good intentions?

“That fucking title is mine and you’re better lay off of it!”

Ahem.

I want Bronwen to know the real Shane Clemmens. Not this pussified Shane Clemmens. Fuck that. I want you to see me beyond all of these layers.

But we can’t have shackles.

“The marriage was a publicity stunt!”

But was it? Is this all our own doing, wasn’t it? You wanted me just as much as I wanted you—didn’t you?

Either way Annika wants to get butch cuts with Bronwen and join a bowling team. She wants Bronwen to duet with her on karaoke… “Come to my windoowwwww…” Fucking scary. I’ll tell you what, I don’ usually consider such things and maybe it’s the simple fact that Annika calls herself a wrestler that makes it oh—I want to punch her right in the face. The bitch looks plastic and inside she’s a ragged ice rock wall. You touch Annika Reizeger and you draw back blistered frozen fingers.

It’s true.

I don’t want that for Bronwen or any one else for that matter. I don’t care how desperate I could get but that is something I would never ever do. Her. Ick. Shame on all of you who think about that regularly. Don’t act like you don’t still think about Annika.

 

DIRTY AMERICAN HERO
"Bronwen."

The Dirty God never leaves my side now. He’s constantly there and he’s staring me down. I’m somewhere between Heaven and Hell and I haven’t found a door way out yet. I keep looking for one but it doesn’t appear to me.

“We’re locked in here together.” Says the God.

I look up and see his eyes in the dark clouds over me. A funnel hole opens, spinning electric lightning bolts shoot out as he speaks.

“Have you made up your mind yet?” Asks the God.

“No.” I shake my head, “I’m not quitting.”

It screams, “WHAT’S IT GOING TO BE CLEMMENS?!”

“No!” I throw my fists up as I scream, “I want out, now! Give me what I want!”

The God continues, “No, we already tried that.”

Suddenly I’m in my bedroom at my home… Bronwen and I are in bed… We’re locked in an embrace… Looking into each other’s eyes… We exude happiness in this very moment… It’s so real I even catch her scent… We kiss, she’s oblivious to The Dirty God hanging over us.

“I gave you Bronwen and you didn’t want her. You went for Dominique.”

She did that to me. I didn’t instigate that. I swear to…

“God? Yes. You swear to God you use my name in vain. You are ruthless in your selfishness.”

I am not Nicholas Jaxx! I am not Mike Bessette. I’m Shane Clemmens!

“Yes and the selfish Shane Clemmens pushed away the only woman that will ever really love him and now he’s stuck here with me. With himself.”

You and I are nothing alike.

“I’m what you should be.”

Bronwen pushes me over and gets on top of me. Her kisses come down like bombs, my nails dig into her back. We breathe out together in the silence… I catch the scent of a candle on the air… A flame burning bright… I want to feel her flame… We kiss, we connect, and I let this all go. I look into her eyes and feel guilt and anxiety rush over me… I’m looking at what I should have never lost… I’m looking at the one thing that’s more important to Shane Clemmens than a title belt. I’m looking at my life…

“You couldn’t handle a happy life Shane so now you spend eternity here with me. Don’t worry, I’ll bring in all kinds of familiar faces to keep you company. Who knows, maybe soon I’ll have Bronwen too.”

My heart starts to pound.

You will not take Bronwen from me again. I won’t allow it.

“You cannot stop this Shane. Remember when you said that the Devil stalks Eve? This is paradise. I am the Devil. You can figure out the rest.”
Fuck you.

“Curse me, it comes naturally to you. Curse me and try to prove me wrong—you will fail.”

There’s got to be something I’m missing. There’s got to be some way out of this pit I find myself in. Mike Bessette can’t be right. Jaxx can’t take the Title. Bronwen cannot walk away…

“Must you marginalize Serenity as well?”

No. Shut up.

“Maybe she’ll pay you a visit. I’ve been watching her too.”

The God is out of control and I’m feeling pretty small compared. I close my eyes and kiss Bronwen and pray that I’m going to wake up in her arms. Locked inside a dream world and all I want is a familiar set of lips to kiss me awake. That’s all I see inside my eyelids.

“You can open your eyes. There is no escaping this.” Says the God, “I tell you what, how about you just give up right now and we’ll let bygones be bygones and just move on. I know you’re going to love this new life I have planned for you.”

This life you’re going to live without me…

“It’s for the better Shane, honestly, I don’t have any more time for you. I have more pressing matters. The Heaven 2 Hell match for instance. I have an apocalypse to realize. Don’t you understand how important it is?”

I know how important it is. Why do you think I’m here?

“That is the problem right there Shane. Bingo. You refuse to give up. Just say you quit so we can move on to something better!”

What about Bronwen, what about Ian, what about No Cash Value?

“We’re putting an end to that too.” God snaps his fingers…


 

DIRTY GOD
"Bronwen the possessed."

Bronwen and I are attached. We belong together and we’re better off for it. I gave her something no one else can ever give her. This gift I’ve given her goes beyond Diamonds, fancy cars, and big homes. This gift satisfies in intense ways—ways material possessions cannot satisfy. Read me? All that matters right now is showing her how grand a gift she’s been given. She has the tools to take on all of the sinners and saints and it’s because I gave it to her. Ha. That sounds so dirty, doesn’t it?

“What a thing for me to do…”

At Heaven 2 Hell, Bronwen the Possessed will enter the ring not knowing of the damage she could cause. She does not realize that she is a weapon. A weapon of mass destruction. One groomed to take a title like Fight One’s Universal belt and hold it above everyone. With ease.

“Heaven’s inferno.”

At Heaven 2 Hell, Bronwen the Possessed will be unchained. Not Aidan Morag, Nathan Gust, or even DEATHMACHINE himself will be able to stop her. Nicholas Jaxx doesn’t even think he needs to notice her. I’m not sure if Serenity even really notices anything… Oh, and Mike Bessette only notices himself… Shane Clemmens though, he sees Bronwen with zero distortion. He knows what to expect. He’s ready for a Championship quality battle, and to win back more than just a title.

If you’re in the backseat in your child safety seat along side Baby Jaxx and still think this is all about a title, think again. Even if you think that this match is about a title, glory, or bragging rights you’re stuck in the back seat. No kids, this has to do with much more than just some jackassy title in a jackass promotion that has El Fantastic, Mucho Magnifico, Legion, Doom, and Twister on the roster. Think about it. All of that is a peripheral in something much more important.

Heaven 2 Hell is about much more than Jaxx, Bessette, Serenity, Fight One, or even the Universal Title.

This is the apocalypse.

This is where it all starts over.

Bronwen the possessed and the Dirty God will pick up the pieces. This is everything No Cash Value has been about coming to a head. We’re watching those incapable of bearing the burden fall away. We’re staring down the end of it all followed by a resurrection.
 

 

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