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File FO:13114AF:LF:260308/OO:00000LS:LF:261308.
Location: Cambridge, New Zealand.
Dated: Wednesday, March 26, 2008.

I had to get out of there. It was just too much. I know that makes me seem like a bad person, but I’m not quite ready to celebrate my mother’s life. At the funeral, I did everything I could to make sure people were in this position, and now I find that I’m not. Does that make me hypocritical?

I exit what once was her house. It is now falling into the hands of my brother Stan and myself, but neither of us are in need of it. I’m not sure what we’ll do. I have countless properties to lay claim to already, and Stan has bought his own house recently, completely without financial aid from me, but I know that I don’t want to sell the home that we grew up in, and I’m quite positive that he doesn’t want to either. I guess we’ll just cross that bridge at a later date.

I need a place to think, to escape from it all. I’m a coward and I freely admit it. I climb into my car and turn the ignition. I don’t know where I’m going, but I just start driving. It’s actually a bit relieving to be heading off, completely aimlessly. I should have told Stan that I was leaving, I know that. But now, with nobody knowing where I am, I feel… free. For the first time in recent memory, the weight of the world has been removed from my shoulders. Atlas has taken the skies back.

My mind now begins to wander. The very moment that I left that building, I was washed over with a wave of relief. The freedom gives me a chance to reflect, not upon my mother, but instead upon myself. If I wanted to think of her, I would have stayed at her house, where her friends and other family members are merrily casting their thoughts backwards. I’ve done enough of that, so now I think – selfishly – of myself. Thanks to my mother (I guess I can never fully escape her), I have accomplished a great deal of things in this world. And so now, I change my stance on Atlas. He has not taken the skies back. For one brief moment, Heracles holds the skies, while I – Atlas – can finally walk.

I confess that it is arrogant for me to think that I am the only thing holding the skies up, but for the purposes of analogy, please forgive that. Atlas fought along side the lineage of deities known as the Titans, in the Titanomachy – the war of the gods, against the Olympians. After Zeus declared victory, he condemned nearly all Titans to spend the rest of eternity in Tartarus (the equivalent of Christianity’s hell, where all dead would be sent to Hades, but the truly wicked would fall even further to Tartarus), however Atlas was given a different fate. He was forced to hold up the sky, which had become weak after the war, for the rest of eternity. It is from there that the image of Atlas as a symbol for endurance and strength comes from – and also where the purpose of this analogy comes from. I have endured so much, stayed strong for so long, and as I meditate upon why, I finally have the realization that I must continue on at all costs. Not for my mother, she is merely the reason I started, and not for myself either. I must continue, because like Atlas trying to pawn the skies off onto Heracles, there is nobody else who can truly do what I do. Nobody else is able to stop and give everything else up to take over from where I would have left off. It’s easy for me, because it’s all that I do.

This brief venture into philosophy is one of many that circled around my head as I drove through the streets without direction. I speak now in past tense because this snippet is a message to you who reads this when I am gone, to try to explain why I kept moving forward, and why I built this empire in the first place. I drove for a lot longer than it would seem by simply reading this article. I grew hungry though, and so pulled into a favorite little café of mine here. This particular café is appealing to me because of its lack of distinctive qualities. It does not try to be something that it quite obviously isn’t, and for that decision I respect the owner. Plus the food is pretty fucking good, so that’s always a bonus.

I pull into the nearest car park on the side of the main street in this town. It’s not a far walk from here, so I lock the doors and am on my way. I’ve been back in the country for a day now, but have only now noticed the change in the air since last I was here, before I returned to the XWF. It’s colder now, but that might just be the slight breeze. You can definitely tell that summer is on its way out though, thanks to the overcast skies, which is a shame. Summer = short skirts and what appears to be a continuous sex sweat of sorts on the same short skirt-wearing ladies. Ya gotta love it.

I reach the café now.

Fuck.

She’s here. I mentioned that I had been driving for a while, but has it been so long that the service is over?

What the fuck is she doing here? I don’t even know why she was at the funeral in the first place. We broke up… no, she broke up with me, two years ago. She had no reason to be there. She had no right!

Shit, it’s too late to turn and leave to go elsewhere, she’s seen me. She doesn’t move though, she instead stares a hole right through me, burning me from the inside out. I have to extinguish the flames… I know I have to go inside and face Mandy Freeman for the first time since she left me.

Mustering up, the courage, I move inside. I first walk up to the counter and order two cups of tea, one milk with sugar for me, and the other with no milk for Mandy. After paying, I pause. Inhaling deeply, I turn my head and stare at her table. Her eyes haven’t left me since she saw me.

“Bring them over please,” I ask of the staff member who served me. She nods in reply, and I walk over to the table, and sit down across from Mandy. I don’t look at her at first, but the burning inside of me tells me that she is still looking at me. I finally raise my head, and my stomach turns to mush. Her skin appears illuminated, and she smiles sweetly at me. I look into those brown eyes once more, and I see a peaceful sadness. I wonder what she sees in mine. I look for the right words to say, but all I find is, “Hey”.

“Hey,” she almost whispers back at me.

“I… I… uh…” I stammer.

“I know,” she reassures me. How could she possibly know though? I don’t know! “How have you been?

“All things considered, I’ve been worse,” I respond. She nods, still smiling. “You?”

“Pretty much the same… all things considered,” she says back. The two cups of tea now get placed down in front of us, and in this one moment, every reservation that I’ve had about trying to catch up with her all this time, is confirmed. “I have mine with milk now.”

I don’t know what to say. My eyes drop away from hers once more. Not even her low-cut top, and distinctly erect nipples are enough to pull me back up from my staring contest with the table. I swap the position of the cups, without looking.

“Lee…” she tries to begin.

“What are you doing here?” I bark at her, interrupting whatever she was about to say.

“Cherie… your mum, had told me that she wanted me to come,” she informs me.

“Nobody asked me,” I mumble under my breath. She heard each word perfectly.

“Did she have to?” I don’t have a response to that. Instead, I change the subject.

“Did you know about the cancer?” She pauses, not knowing what to say. I raise my voice. “Did you?”

“Yes,” she admits, just as Stan had done last week.

“Jesus tap-dancing Christ,” I exclaim. “What’d she do? Announce it on national fucking radio or something?”

“We kept in touch after you and I broke up,” she tries to explain.

“We didn’t break up, you left me without even saying goodbye,” I correct her. “Did you realize just how difficult it was for me to finally fucking give in to being in love with you?”

“I did,” she acknowledges. “That’s the reason I couldn’t tell you in person.”

“I’d have done anything for you…” I say, not sure what point I’m trying to make.

“You did,” she tells me, reaching out with her hand and placing it on my own. I immediately yank it away, and her face shows its first grave sign. I feel horrible for ever making this angel upset.

“Do you know why mum didn’t want me to know?” I ask her now.

“You already know why,” she answers. “That’s unnecessarily cryptic,” I remark. “Can’t you be just a little bit more specific?”

“You’re doing something big Lee, we all know it. She didn’t want you distracted.” This sounds like the same fucking thing that Stan said, and while they may not be wrong, I don’t feel that it justifies anything.

“I could have helped her though…” I say, again not sure where I’m going with that. It’s more of just a reflection than a statement of any particular meaning.

“Do you really think that?” she inquires. “Or are you just unwilling to believe that there’s something you can’t do?”

“Why didn’t we work out?” I ask, avoiding the soul-searching question that she just asked me. “And if you say that I already know the answer to this as well, I might have to slap you. I mean, I wouldn’t actually have a choice in that, it’s an action – reaction thing.”

“Because Lee…” she giggles a little, and it warms every part of my body. “We weren’t right for each other.”

“I thought we were,” I plead.

“No, you didn’t,” she quickly dismisses me. “I love you Lee, a part of me always will, and I do believe that a part of you loved me. For that I am grateful. But the person you loved the most… She was always going to be in the way.”

”Mum?” I ask, confused.

“Shelly.”

Oh shit, this is too much again. I’ve gotta leave, but where? Where?

My silence gives her an opening. “When was the last time you saw her?” she asks, reaching out with her hand once more. This time I don’t evade her. Her touch is… soothing. I feel less panicked the moment our skins touch.

“Last year, sometime,” I reply. “She didn’t see me though.”

“Why not?” she queries.

“I’m really not keen on getting into those details.” She seems to accept this, and doesn’t probe further. I now take the stage again. “I did love you.”

“I know.”

“I still do,” I continue.

“I know.”

“Why’d you forgive me over Her?” I now ask.

“Because I knew that you’d never forgive yourself,” she simply replies. “For all the bravado and ego that you put on, I know that you’re your own harshest critic.”

“So what do I do now?” I ask for advice, for the first time in God knows how long.

“You do the same thing you’ve always done,” she tells me.

“Run away?” I half ask, and half say as a simple, off-handed comment.

“You fight.”

The problem with having the world on your shoulders, is that you want so many more other things from life. I cannot love, I cannot fight, because I’m busy shaping the very reality in which we all reside. But I want to fight. I want to love.

I must find a way.

If one person can do it, surely it’s me.

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Name: Amanda Alicia Freeman
Base of Operations: Rotorua, New Zealand
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Born in Hamilton, and having grown up in Cambridge, Amanda (Mandy) left to start out fresh after an engagement was called off. She chose Rotorua as it was far enough away to escape the issues, but still close enough that she could retain some of her friends, and visit the graves of her parents in Hamilton. Since moving, she has matured considerably, and is now a highly respected teacher at her school, and throughout the country. She was even an unsuccessful nomination for a recent teacher of the year award.

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Location: Hamilton, New Zealand
Dated: Friday, March 28, 2008

“Okay, bitches and gentlefucks, maybe you can help me out. Did I miss something? I mean, I hear Daniel Malcolm talking about a supposed temper tantrum that I had, so I want to know, did I do something in my sleep that I’m unaware of?

Actually, Dan Boy, you can help me out with that one yourself. What on Earth are you babbling about? Apparently mocking you is now considered me throwing a hissy fit. Dude, you really are going to be a horrible father if you can’t figure out the difference.

You say you’re not going to criticize my family, when the promo just before your latest, you did exactly that. You want to try to relate my dislike for you due to my unstable family life, and then try to act as if it never happened? Go ahead. More people are tuning into my promos anyway, so the masses are going to believe what I say over you, because half of them haven’t even heard what you said in the first place. Don’t believe me? Look at the statistics on the links from xwf99.com.

I don’t give a fuck about how you’re raising your kid, dude. I’m directing everything I say at you and only you. I can actually spend time around Patience and not want to strangle her every time she says something, which is a huge accomplishment for an antisocial prick like myself. And as for your daughter, I’m sure she’s a bundle of joy. My kids would be about the same age as her if they were still with me. I don’t really see how any of that is relevant though Dan.

You want to call yourself the ultimate rebel? Well for that, I want to call you lame. I know I could have been more creative with that, but I really don’t think I needed to be. I mean, you seem to be able to get away with saying the tired old line ‘I must have hit a nerve’, which for the record, is only ever used by people who probe at a situation until it blows up in their face, and they have nothing to cover their asses with. Rebels don’t call themselves rebels, Dan, just like saints don’t call themselves saints. Keep that in mind next time.

Were you really told that you couldn’t win the Hart Title man? Wow… now I actually understand how hard you’ve had to work. You must have really sucked. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see it, what with me being too busy in the main event. If you don’t like being told that you can’t do something so much, then this should really get you all riled up.

You can’t go one on one with me, and ever come out with a win.

Feel free to try and prove that wrong, anytime you want, because I’m your biggest critic. I always have been, and I always will be. You haven’t rebuffed any of the comments I’ve made about you all week, which means there’s a whole lot you have to prove wrong. Winning the Universal Title from Bigg Rigg and Zach Rizza isn’t going to that. All that will accomplish is finally validating you being able to call yourself a former Universal Champion, what with you never winning a match to get the belt in the first place. And Dan… I didn’t make a mistake when I said ‘former’. Christian Connolly will take the title from you, if you win it at all. That’s a guarantee.

Even as the Universal Champ though, you still won’t be considered the best. You want to know why? Because… to steal someone else’s catchphrase, ‘to be the man you have to beat the man’. Neither John Gambino, nor Zach Rizza, nor you Daniel Malcolm, are ‘the man’.

Lee Stone is the best, pure and simple. And all three of you have fallen before me this month. So if you think you are better than me, Dan, John and Zach, then to use Dan’s own words: who is the one with the ‘fake ego’?

As a matter of fact, Brady Anderson, Heavy D, Legion, Famine of the Vile – you guys would all do well for yourselves by taking note of that. I know that each and every one of you wants to be ‘the best’. You are all out to carve your own legends in this business, Brady even admitted that. And you all know that you’re not going to get there without going through me.

I welcome your challenges.

Oh Brady, I simply cannot wait until next time, so I can have part of your promo dedicated only to me! That sounds like so much fun! Maybe we can braid each others hair, too!

I guess this is one of the differences between you and me, dude. If I’ve got something to say, I say it. I can stand here for days on end, and rip into every single member of the roster if I want to. Past, present, and yes, even future. Lee Stone is more powerful than the concept of time – because Lee Stone is not a concept. Lee Stone is reality. You’re reality. So with that in mind, are you sure it was such a wise idea to delay confronting it? I suppose you deserve a bit of credit, you haven’t pulled the Heavy D and Famine of the Vile card, and folded before the flop is on the table. But a ‘check’ call isn’t going to cut it here, when I’ve got pocket Aces and there’s two more on the table.

What I find interesting about you Brady, is that you mentioned that Daniel Malcolm is a better wrestler than you. I beg to differ, and considering he’s thrown every thing he has at me in three one-on-one matches, and come up short each time, I should know. In all honesty, if the three Highwaymen are on the top of their respective games, Daniel is the weakest link. Two or three years ago, I would be saying the exact opposite, but the rise of yourself and Vincent Jamison is indeed impressive.

You said it yourself, look at what you’ve done in such a short time. It reminds me of the 2004-2005 period, where in my second match back from a return, I won the Hart Title. The next day I was promoted to Anarchy. By the end of that month, I was 6-0, and the Canadian Champion. A few months later, with another Canadian Title reign under my belt, and the scalps of legends such as Steve Jason, Jem Williams and Trent Gein notched onto my belt, I was facing Dynamic Dynamite for the Universal Title, and there has been no turning back since then. I commend you on your achievements, I do, but when it comes to listing off accomplishments when your opponent is Lee Stone, it’s a futile argument. I could go up against a five-time World Champion, and three-time Universal Champion, like what you claim you could have been, and their accomplishments would still mean jack shit. You could add the Lord of the Ring to the list, as well as Canadian Title, Tag Team Title, an XWF Legend label and God knows what else, and it still means nothing to me. Don’t believe me? Ask Steve Jason, because I’ve just described him.

I know you have doubted yourself a few times coming into this match Brady, and honestly, that’s good. Doubt means that you know your flaws. Doubt means that you know the problems you face are serious indeed. Doubt means that you understand that putting a loss on Lee Stone’s record is an accomplishment of not legendary proportions, but mythical instead. It’s almost fictional. There’s some superhuman aura that people seem to think surrounds me. I’ve gone five months without loss before, twenty or so straight wins. And then I returned once the XWF was reborn, and kept on winning every match I was in until that fateful day inside the Multi Man Metal Mayhem match. To get even the cheapest victories over me, such as what Daniel Malcolm accomplished that day, is something that can literally make a career. Imagine what a clean win would do…

Imagine.

That’s all you can do. Those thoughts won’t transcend the realm of imagination, Brady. Doubt is the one weapon you have to make yourself stronger, but I never doubt myself. And I say this: the XWF World Title will be mine.

Just wait until you experience, firsthand, just how… ‘Cyrenish’ I can be.

And now, Famine of the Vile, like Brady I am disappointed in you. I seem to be able to run a business and compete at the highest level at the same time, but I guess not everybody can be as great as Leroy Bruce Stone is. You can’t be blamed for that then, but my disappointment still stands. I too wanted to finally see what all the ‘hype’ around you was. I’ve been waiting a long time too.

I don’t know if you have ever had a match with any of the other competitors in this match Famine, but I know we’ve been in the ring together twice. One, was my second match back, first officially back if you want to get to technicalities. One week after Jem Williams defeated me, one-on-one - in what I believe is the only time I’ve been beaten in that situation without any controversy, since I think Trent Gein ended my first Canadian Title reign in very early 2005 – and earned the right to call himself a legend, the same tag I earned by beating him two or three months previously, I found myself deciding to stick around and was placed in a triple threat match with you and Psyko Stevo. Then Famine, you had been named the number one contender for the vacant Universal Title, and since KoRe chose not to accept the same offer, you were the only contender. You were, essentially, the stand-in Universal Champion, although never officially recognized. Beating you, would be a serious claim to deserving to be named your opponent. I beat you in that match – you specifically, not Stevo. I then beat you in a one-on-one match later that month. I was not named your other contender, instead the man I screwed out of our Tag Titles, Justin “Raziel” Jones was. I was furious, needless to say.

The point of this is Famine, in our two previous encounters I never saw why you had been attributed such hype in the first place. When Rigg announced you would be in the same match as me, I had hoped that this time I would see what the big deal is about. I have been let down. I won’t take it personally though, just as I hope you won’t take it personally, when I label you as a pathetic piece of crap for the rest of your life, which considering your age, is expected to be over a lot earlier than mine. It’s just business.

Much of the same applies to Heavy D. As I mentioned last time, this guy was billed as a star of the future, and I presume when people would say that, they were thinking long term. Here we are, just one month removed, and he is fading away. I’m afraid Heavy D has become just another Flavor of the Month here. What a shame, that really devalues my win over him now. Oh well, at least Rigg was in that match to make it not a complete waste of time. What is a waste of time though, is D showing up for this match, but I guess he realized that before I did.

Brady Anderson take note: that’s how you deal with somebody quickly and efficiently. Don’t postpone it, get it over with.

And finally, this brings us to Legion. We – the XWF – are glad that you’ve decided to speak. Unfortunately for you, your vocal chords have now gotten you into a tad bit of strife.

Let me ask you this: do you know what you’re getting into?

You’re facing Lee Stone here, buddy. This isn’t Ch(censored). This isn’t Trent Gein. This isn’t Mr. Amazing, and this sure as fuck isn’t Daniel Malcolm. I know you directed those names at Brady Anderson, but you need to take lead from him and understand:

This is Lee Stone.

The ‘fear Lee Stone’ campaign took off with me saying it just a few times. It is spread by mere word of mouth rather than my own speech. Thank you Legion, for doing your part to further it. I know I’m not the most physically intimidating person, so for me to actually believe that people fear me is ludicrous. Likewise, it’s ludicrous for you to think that saying I fear you is an original concept. People were doing that before I even said they feared me, its old news. You asked how many times you should say ‘Legion fears Lee Stone’, and now I answer:

Seven.

Say it seven more times. I don’t know why that number exactly, but I figured I’d be kind and not ask for you to say it eight hundred and fifty three and a half times like I was going to. You might run out of breath before you even get into the ring with me, and that would make it far too easy, considering how easy you will be to dispose of to begin with.

Understand this Legion, every word that I’ve spoken, every time I call myself “The World’s Greatest” or “The Past, Present and Future of the XWF”, it’s not just talk. The words are not hype, or ego-boosting, they are descriptions of what I do in the ring. They describe my success. They describe my legacy. I can call myself “The Legend” and people will actually accept it, despite Bigg Rigg also being present in this company. I can call myself “The V.I.P”, despite Raziel having bought that name off me, and nobody really seems to mind. Nobody disagrees. It’s simply who I am.

I really am that good. You’ll find that out soon enough, and then, all your attempts to intimidate me will be proven ineffective. I do not get intimidated. I do not get scared.

I get praised.

Bring everything you’ve got Legion. Literally bring a legion of troops to battle with you, if you must. The Vigilante army will fight on.

We are The Vigilantes.
We do not forget.
We do not forgive.
We are unimpressed.

Expect me to embarrass you.

Cyren… that was actually directed at you.

Have a bad day.”

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Name: Xander Azula
Base of Operations: Long Beach, California, United States of America
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