Walter Doyle

Walter drove his car in silence through the sparse city streets. His once broken car that he recently fixed hummed quietly as if nothing had ever happened yet Walter now felt disdain for his treasured automobile. By breaking down on the highway it allowed for Hank to walk into his life and destroy his marriage. Of course Walter assumed that it wasn’t a freak accident that Hank just happened along him. He knew it was more than likely planned, but that thought meant that Hank had been planning everything and that thought sent chills down Walter’s thoughts. He quickly brushed those thoughts aside and replaced them with the thought of what car he could trade for when this was all over.

"Take a left here and you’ll see it on the right side shortly," came Hank’s voice from the back. It wasn’t nearly as friendly sounding as the recent dinner they all shared. Walter sat through the dinner quietly as he watched this nefarious man inject himself into his family and into the good graces of his children, especially Julie. Whatever his plans were Walter knew that he couldn’t left Hank go through with them or he wouldn’t have a family left.

Walter followed Hank’s directions and pulled into the parking lot of a lavish restaurant. Joyce, who had sat quietly the whole car ride, gave an audible sigh as she exited the vehicle and joined Walter and Hank as they entered the restaurant. After talking with the well dressed greeter they were taken to a table and seated. Hank sat down first as Hank pulled out the chair for his wife. She gave him a nasty look and sat down. Normally Walter would’ve helped his wife, but he didn’t really feel like it currently and she wasn’t much of a wife at the moment.

"Now this is nice isn’t it?" Hank asked rhetorically.

Walter looked around the restaurant and saw happy couples sharing a fine dinner together. There were newer looking couples just eager to be out together and get to know each better. On the flip side there were also older couples and people who Walter assumed had been together for some years much like him and Joyce had been. It was a nice restaurant with respectful waiters and waitresses and good food. It would’ve been a perfect date if Hank’s seething face wasn’t stuck in-between theirs.

Hank ordered food for all three; Walter and Joyce weren’t hungry so he took it upon himself to order for them. Hank sat silent and sipped on his water as he smiled as his companions the entire time until the food was brought out. He had said that he didn’t enjoy speaking business on an empty stomach and true to his word he didn’t utter a word until dinner was in front of them. He took a bite out of the salmon he ordered and savored it before opening his mouth to address Walter and Joyce.

"So you two, I’ve been noticing a bit of tension between the two of you. How long has this been going on?"

It was true, they’ve been having problems lately, but most of them stemmed from their introduction to Hank and the kidnapping of their son. To be fair, Walter and his wife were having problems before then, but they’d been working on them and working through them. No marriage was perfect and their marriage was no different. Still, they had never been this angry and upset with one another. Their marriage was done that much was certain. Walter didn’t even care anymore. All he wanted to do was get his son back and move on from this nightmare.

Hank continued eating his dish and then placed down his fork, his eyes glaring at both Walter and Joyce.

"You know, when I ask you two a fucking question I expect an answer."

His tone had switched in a flash and now he appeared like the demon he was. No longer was he smiling and sitting calmly. Hank was now leaning forward with both his hands pressed firmly on the table showing off the bulging veins in his muscles. The man could truly be a monster when he didn’t get what he wanted and his size was truly frightening. When he said he could crush Walter like a bug he truly meant it and Walter was eager not to test him.

It was actually Joyce who spoke up and saved Walter.

"What do you want us to say? Yes we’re having problems because some psychopath kidnapped our son and won’t give him back. How would you react?"

Hank shrugged his shoulders and gave an offhanded response, "Wouldn’t know, I’ve never had a child. But you know what Joyce maybe from now on I ask the questions and you answer them. Not the other way around, alright?"

It wasn’t really a question more than a threat and Joyce got it.

"Anyway, I know you two have been having problems. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out even though I am. Let me ask you this, when was the last time you had sex?"

Walter nearly choked on his water as Hank threw out the frank question. Walter had always been a man who kept his feelings in private. He never felt comfortable discussing sex or intimate matters in public. Hank on the other hand seemed to treat it like a normal conversation.

"Umm, I don’t really feel comfortable talking about that."

Hank frowned, "Do I look like I give a fuck about what makes you comfortable? I asked a question and I better hear an answer. The longer this fucking dinner takes the longer your son goes hungry. Hell, you keep stretching it out and we may be here all night."

Walter sighed and answered quietly and under his breath, "It’s been a while."

Hank smiled. Whenever Walter felt uncomfortable, or did something he didn’t want to do it seemed to bring a joy to Hank’s face as if he fed off the misery and torment of the people around him. Between Walter and Joyce there was plenty of misery to be had.

"Well let me ask you then, how long has it been since you’ve had sex?" he asked, pointing at Joyce.

She looked up startled and confused at the same time. Joyce quickly looked between Hank and Walter before answering quickly, "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Walter’s said it’s been a while."

Walter seemed confused as he stared at his wife and began thinking about what exactly Hank was referring to. There was a gleam in Hank’s eyes as he stared at Joyce like an eagle staring down at a mouse scurrying in the field. His gaze was sharp enough to cut glass, but just as it appeared he leaned back and smiled, "My mistake. Let me ask you about your neighbors then? You two get along with them?"

There was something behind Hank’s smile that Walter couldn’t understand fully, but he didn’t like it. He prayed he would never have to find out.

"Joyce? You’ve been quiet. What do you think about your neighbors? Those old crone’s can’t be fun to be around with. I’m sure you two get along better with the Peterson’s. They’re fairly young and attractive. I’m sure you get along with them well, don’t you Joyce?"

Joyce spoke quietly and seemed pale. Whatever was being said between the lines wasn’t registering with Walter. He felt like a third wheel in the conversation. His wife seemed pale and nervous about something and Walter began to fear that her depression would take over and leave her defenseless. He needed her right now despite their current difficulties. He could not confront Hank by himself.

"Yes, they’re pleasant enough. We don’t get to see them much, but when we do it’s a good time. We’re a bit older than they are though so we have different interests."

"Oh I’m sure, but as humans we all have basic needs that we need to fulfill. I’m sure you four fulfill those needs whenever you can. You’ve got good taste though."

Hank sipped on his drink a bit more and asked for the check. He finished his water and unfortunately opened his mouth once more.

"So when do you think was the last time Julie had sex?"

Neither Walter nor Joyce knew how to respond and sat silently and fearfully as Hank grinned with a sick smile, "Never? You really think she’s a virgin? Hell she may be fucking that little boyfriend of hers right now? Or maybe not, who knows maybe I’m wrong. I can tell you this though I truly hope she is still a virgin. I really, really hope she is."

The bill was placed on the table in front of Hank. With a wink he slid it over to Walter and rose to leave.

Shawn Christopher

Journal Entry #8 – November 20, 2009

"We’re living in the information age right now and people are hustling about. Everything is done at breakneck speed and people don’t look around at the world they’re living in. They don’t appreciate what we have and what we own and they don’t realize the beauty of the world around us. Some don’t even look up to say hi in the streets or to look at the people they’re passing. Yet, when bad things happen they question how it is possible. When a serial killer is caught they question how the man was capable of doing what he did. They want to know why no one stopped him and why is in his DNA that would allow him to strike out like he did.

All they have to do is stop, pay attention, and look at the people of this world. They’d be surprised just how many killers, rapists, burglars, and other petty criminals there are out there. They’d be amazed at how many couples are fighting and committing adultery on each other. They’d be amazed at the actions of their friends and neighbors. All they truly have to do is look around. It’s amazing what you can see if you just be patient and truly watch.

I’ve been perched in my spot for over a year watching the Doyle’s. Some predators stalk their pray over days and hundreds of miles just looking for an opening where they can exploit their victim. I’ve done the same and in that time I’ve found many things I can use to exploit them. It truly is amazing what you’ll see if you truly watch someone for a year or so. You’ll see the facade of their everyday life and you’ll more than likely see beneath the mask to their true identity. You’ll see just how fucked up people really are and uncover what they’re so anxious to keep concealed. I’ve seen things people wouldn’t believe and I’ve done things people wouldn’t believe. I’ve seen what people truly are and the main conclusion I’ve come to is that people, no matter how they may present themselves, are just as dark and sinister on the inside as I am. They just haven’t had the chance to revel in the darkness like I’ve had. I wonder how the Doyle’s will like it."

Dr. Pond

The arms of the clock seemed to be stuck in molasses as they lazily moved along. He’d have the clock checked, but he knew there was nothing wrong with it. It seemed that every time Shawn Christopher walked into his office the clock stalled. Jonathan knew it was just his imagination. When you’re having fun time flies, but when you’re not it slows like a car trying to sip a last drop of gasoline out of the engine.

This was the predicament that Jonathan found himself as Shawn Christopher was in for another session. Jonathan was as surprised as Christian Connolly had been when she heard word that Shawn Christopher was actually attending the sessions as requested and behaving in a semi-normal manner, or as normal as he could ever be.

"You know we went out to dinner the other day. Me and my friend and his wife, they’ve been having some marital issues lately and I figured I would help them out and see if I could do anything for them. Took them to a nice restaurant and paid for it and everything. I acted like quite the gentleman because I was there for them not for myself."

"And how did it go?"

"Well they’re still not really speaking to each other. I don’t know doc, the love just doesn’t seem to be there. They aren’t really talking to each other much and I bet they’re not being intimate either."

Jonathan startled a bit, "Wait, you didn’t ask them about their intimacy did you?"

Jonathan knew that people did not like others poking around in their affairs especially when it was related to something intimate. He could just imagine Shawn Christopher poking and prodding to find out how their sex life was. Jonathan didn’t know how anyone could be friends with Shawn Christopher, but the man had been a bit less threatening the last few visits so something was working. If he kept asking questions like that and sticking his nose where it didn’t belong he wouldn’t be having many more dinners.

Shawn Christopher sat up and faced Jonathan, "Well yes I did bring it up, but not so rudely. They didn’t really want to talk about it so I dropped the matter. I’m just interested in sex I suppose. I enjoy it and I enjoy talking about. I enjoy watching it. Hell, you wouldn’t want to know the things I think about when I see a pretty lady walking by."

He was right. Dr. Pond didn’t want to know what Shawn Christopher thought about. He had seen enough PWE television to know that Shawn Christopher didn’t regard women very well. He was a Neanderthal that thought women were good for cleaning, cooking, and fornicating. That or he may have thought how he could destroy the young lady. Jonathan didn’t know and didn’t care, whatever thoughts Shawn Christopher had were his alone.

"What would your wife say about that?" he asked.

Shawn Christopher grimaced a bit at the mention of the one woman that he actually seemed to love. Jonathan laughed inside at the thought of Shawn Christopher actually loving something. Shawn Christopher didn’t know what love was and whatever animal instincts he felt for her, Jonathan could guess weren’t love.

He growled a bit as he spoke now, "I don’t think she’d be happy with what I think about and do. Sometimes it’s good to lie."

"And you’re a professional aren’t you?"

The face now starring at Jonathan was one not even a mother could love. Shawn Christopher wasn’t happy in the least bit.

"Careful with what questions you ask me Doc. Yes, I’ve lied before and I’ll lie again. Everyone lies. We lie to protect the secrets we keep buried. Everyone has secrets Jonathan. Even you doc, even you. Some secrets we don’t want unburied now do we?

Jonathan scratched his head and kept quiet. What was the point arguing with Shawn Christopher? He would always see things his way and he often times made good on his threats. Jonathan thanked God when he looked at the clock and noticed their session had mercifully come to an end. Shawn Christopher winked at him as if he could read Jonathan’s thoughts. He stood up and left the room. Jonathan smiled in relief and went back to his desk. Inside a drawer he produced a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a sip. He hated his sessions with Shawn Christopher. Simply put they were not good for the heart.

The following promotion is brought to you by the Centurion Destroyer.. Shawn Christopher.

"Where does my focus lie now that I've shut up Rage?

On a former champion in multiple companies.

My focus lies on a man who has done so much by himself in the past, but now here in the present he doesn't seem to do much but sit around and collect his pension. While I give him the credit he deserves as being one of the former great XWF wrestlers, that was then, this is now. What are you going to do when you run out of breath against me Andy? Instinctively reach for a tag from one of the Prophecy losers? Pray for God to magically save you from yet another embarrassing loss.

Please, are you even still in shape to last longer than ten minutes in a match before begging for a breather? These are all questions that I fully intend to answer at Lord of the Ring, you can believe that.

When I look at you Andy, nothing worries me. You're a former champion? Big deal, I've beaten former champions. You're sort of a big thing around these woods... once again, not really a big deal... personally I think most of you Legends are easier to run circles around. I'm not taking anything away from you Andy, I'm just simply stating that right now, you're used to sitting at home, taking looking at wedding magazines rather than lacing up your boots, really enjoying your down time rather than wrestling. And this week, I’m facing you. Sure, you have a decorated career in active competition, but that was in the past. What have you done by yourself recently, other than lose to Hunter Ryan?

I'd really love to know.

My trail of destruction speaks for itself. You may have been bigger then King Kong, but now you're nothing more than shell of your fomer self that you steadily try to preseve. See, you are past your prime. You used to be a great wrestler, now your name doesn’t carry the merit to be a sticky thread on the roster... You haven’t done anything mentionable since XWF's been struggling to stay afloat.

So what do you really bring to the table?

Strength?

That isn't much without the speed or brawn to use it effectively. And Lord knows that you're not exactly the leading participant in either of those categories. So let's face facts now Andy. I'm faster on my feet and in my mind than you. I have more drive, more heart, more stamina, and more will than you ever had. My words ring true at such a level that it makes people sick. Face it, no one likes to admit that I'm right all the time. But just because you don't want to admit it, doesn't make it true. I am the future face of this company, so get used to this picture. In a few years, my name will be worldwide and spoken in every household on a daily basis. Kids in school will record my rants and recite them endlessly just for the small hope that they can pull off something I've said in an argument against someone else. See, when people listen to you talk, all they say is "How many different ways can you say the same thing?" When people listen to me speak, they all say "Why didn't I think of that?"

You're long forgotten and no longer respected Andy. A washed up relic left over from an age of glory. Lord of the Ring, I'm going to introduce you to the modern face of professional wrestling. I'm not a Lee Stone or Steve Jason... yet. But by the time my illustrious career is over, I won't be compared to these people, they'll be compared to me. I know you don't believe any of this. Why should you? I mean, it's not like anyone else I've faced has believed a word that's come out of my mouth. Look where they ended up... in the same place you're going to end up.

On the losing end of the battle."