time: monday afternoon

day: april fourteenth

place: bailey's bay, bermuda; engel residence.

(Sweat drips down my face from every direction as I drape a towel over my head. I look up at the gym called my basement and think about losing it all. I think about what life would be like if I never had any of this. I think about what I could be doing if I wasn't so caught up with the wrestling world. I guess I should be grateful. Some people go their whole lives not knowing what they were destined to do; I'm lucky I found it. This is destiny.)

(I stand up and shut off the lights, making my way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab a glass out of the cupboard and pour myself some water. I take it down in just a few seconds. I pour another. Same result. I pour a third one and decide to savor it. I turn around, my back to the kitchen sink, and find a note on the refrigerator.)

(PICKING UP ALEXIA FROM SCHOOL. LOVE, MIA)

(I wonder what she had to take care of; it must've not been that important if she didn't bother to tell me while I was working out. I shrug my shoulders and finish the glass of water. I clean the glass real quick and put it back in the cupboard. I sit down at the kitchen table, my back to the sandy beach and the crashing waves just thirty yards away. I grab the video camera from the kitchen counter and place it in front of me, with the beautiful view behind me. It's the least I could do. I hit record.)

(I forget I have to go down to the bar in an hour. Shit. I gotta get this over with quickly.)

VIRUS: I don't really have an obsession with you, Alex. But, I know what you are capable of and quite frankly, it worries me. You've made subtle threats against my family, whether you actually know you did or not. I'm trying to prevent things from happening again and I don't want the year two thousand to repeat itself. No one does. Not even you.

Why?

Because I'm not like my older brother, Alex. I will destroy you.

That's not even a threat.

That's a promise.

And also unlike my older brother, I wouldn't bother with giving you repayment on a small favor like refereeing my match. I don't know what that's all about, since you owe him so much more than that. He wouldn't say it, but I will. Somebody needs to. He lost his wife and daughter because of you, and for what reason? One simple pinfall by a woman that had more talent in her finger than you do in your whole body.

I'd be pissed too, but I wouldn't destroy somebody's family over it. That's where you and I differ.

But, I swear... I swear Alex, if you go anywhere near my family, then I'll destroy everything that you're living for, no matter how small or petty it may be.

(I stare into the camera with cold, determined eyes.)

VIRUS: But you know what's surprising? How quiet Trevor has been over the last week or so. Sure, he made a brief appearance and talked about how a certain someone swallows a certain substance, but anybody can do that. He didn't focus on the match at hand, just simply Riona, and it was costly. Of course, it can be disputed that I pinned an illegal man. That's fine.

But the records indicate that Matthew Engel won a handicapped match for his team. I wouldn't even try to bitch about it being unfair, because there was about.. oh... I don't know, nine hundred pounds against three hundred and fifty. All the odds in the world were in your favor, Trev, and all you could do was sit back and watch your team lose. Everything was stacked against Riona and me, but all you cared about was getting your revenge on her.

Rightfully so. I can't complain about getting revenge... that's what our match at Revolutions is based on.

Revenge. I remember march seventh like it just happened yesterday. I remember what you all did to Jamie Flynn. I'm fighting for him. I'm fighting for me. I'm fighting for whatever decency I have left inside of me, because I'm going to show the world that the Masters of Armageddon are not an elite force.

I am the elite force here.

But I'm not only fighting for Jamie and me, I'm fighting for every single person that's been burned, scarred, and destroyed by the Masters. I don't care if your group doesn't matter to some people. I don't care if Dustin thinks he runs the real group, he's not even wrestling anymore. What matters, here in the now, that Darren Ridel has yet to pay for his transgressions against my family. And since I can't touch him, yet, I'll be taking it out on you, Trevor. I'm going to unleash Hell and break you in half.

I just hope you have something better to talk about than anal beads.

(A small chuckle.)

VIRUS: My on-going war with Corey Lazarus has left me not at one hundred percent. Anybody can see that. I'm a changed man... the crowd doesn't cheer for me like they did, and that's fine. I could care less. I set goals for myself here, and like I said before, I accomplished one almost two weeks ago by defeating the so-called Franchise of the PWA. I'm moving on to goal number two, that's getting revenge and destroying Vicious in the ring. Goal three will stay unrevealed for now.

(Flashes of what happened on March Seventh play in my mind. The horrible beating I took... and the permanent shelving of one Jamie Flynn.)

VIRUS: Do you think I'm going to let you get away with what you and your fucking loser friends did, Trevor?! You've messed with the wrong man and for once, the Masters are going to pay.

I never got a chance to make things right between Ryan McCade and me, when he turned on me after we won the AOWF Tag titles. I never got my chance to smack the hell out of him. He was so pathetic that it wouldn't have been worth my time to fight him. But, I missed my window of opportunity on that. He joined the Masters with Dustin, and left me a bloodied mess.

I never got the chance to make Ridel pay for kidnapping and torturing my wife. That is something that I will hold against you, Trevor. Certain circumstances didn't allow me to get back in the ring with Ridel, after being in the ring with him twice already. But you see, the two times before that, he was merely a competitor to me. I knew he had ties with the MoA, and I knew he was a very talented wrestler. But at that time, he was just a competitor.

Until the AJWF's Collision pay-per-view. That's when he kidnapped my wife and made himself the enemy. But this isn't two thousand three anymore.

You're wrestling under the MoA banner. I'm not sorry to say that with that, comes the burden of the MoA's past and how many lives they've destroyed. Whether you claim to be part of a different kind of group, it doesn't matter. You bear those three initials, and you carry all of their wrong-doings. There are a lot of pissed off people because you're here, Trevor, and one of them is me.

I've been given a chance to exact revenge for everyone that can't, for those who are long gone that were scarred by the Masters over the years. This is my chance, and I'm going to make it count.

(I can't seem to want to control myself. I want to destroy everything in my path. I don't crave glory, I crave chaos. I crave Armageddon.)

VIRUS: The past aside, I'm going to take everything that I am and put it on the line. This is a match that comes along once in a lifetime, and I'm not going to miss it. I'm not going to play it safe. I'm going to bring aggression to a whole new level, and I'm going to take you past your limits. I'm going to run you into the ground, Trevor, and I hope you're ready.

I really do. I would hate to run over you so easily. That's not what the fans want. The fans want thirty minutes of back and forth brutality. They want blood. They want a thousand tons of male aggression, and they want somebody to come out victorious in a way they can't even fathom. That's what they want, and I know I will be able to deliver.

I just hope after your sub-par performance last week, you will be able to deliver as well. But I no longer fight for the crowd, I fight for the fallen.

I do not forgive.

I do not forget.

I declare war on your inner sanctum.

(fade.)