Previously












"The truth. That is the cardinal sin of humanity, but is the liberator as well. The truth will set you free as they say, but in the end isn't easier to lie and not let anyone down. To break their spirit and have then run off. Sometimes I wish the truth would just die."

Will It Really Set You Free?

"Under no circumstances are you to go to the police."







The Wraith and I stood in a dark alley an hour after he lit my apartment on fire. We were 10 blocks away and I was exhausted. I fell into the alley out of breath. The putrid stink of the garbage filled alley overtook my senses and caused me to jump up in disgust. The Wraith was standing next to me as I got up. His arms were crossed and as he repeated what I did not hear.





"You shall not go to the police."





"When did I ever say that? I've been running this whole time and all I want to do is sit down." I said leaning up against the wall to on of the buildings creating the alleyway. The Wraith scoffed at my response.






"You know as well as I do that you were planning on it. You assume I do not know these things, that you can pull the wool right over me. It doesn't work like that, my boy. We are the same after all. So, I know exactly what you are thinking and I also know that the police will just throw you back into a mental hospice if you go to them?"




"How so?"






The Wraith crouches down next to me. His yellow eyes show that of pity. How dare he pity me.






"You don't understand. You say it was me, you think it was me and you even believe you saw me do it, but in the back of that messed up head of yours you realize the truth."






He pokes my forehead and I smack away his hand. "And what could that truth be?" I say with discontent. The Wraith sighs and shakes his head in disappointment. He stands up and looks out the alleyway as cars go by in the connecting street. The night air flows down the alley and a shiver goes down my spine. I should have put on a jacket.





"Scott, you are an interesting specimen. To me you are my vessel, a way out of my world into yours. To you I am a demon who torments you and takes you out of your world to put you into hell. But, what it really boils down to is the fact that neither may exist."






With a puzzled look I stand and step forward to The Wraith. I've never heard him speak so truthfully, but with so much regret.







"You are the only one who is real. The only power I have is to pollute your mind until you decide to put on the mask and become me. We are the exact same person. So, it was not me who started that fire..."






The sudden realization. The memory comes across my mind.

The Past

The gas tanks were easy to get. Headed down to gas station and bought the right amount from them. Came back to the apartment and set it there, behind the couch. Then I decided to pour some out around the apartment and behind the couch.





I smiled as I threw an empty canister in my bedroom. This will sure be a spectacle to watch. This would surely get Shane's attention. What else could?






The lighter I had put away for so many years had now come back to me. I reached in my bedside table and pulled it out. I placed it in my pocket, but before the main attraction, I had to go out.






My stomach was famished and I headed out the door to get some food at a diner down the street. As I stepped out the night air sent a shiver down my spine. I forgot my jacket, but didn't care. It was only a short walk. The diner was very nice and plain. The waitress was cute, we exchanged stories the entire evening, but I never got around to ask for her number.





When I was finished I bid farewell to everyone in the diner as well as the waitress, payed and headed back home. This night was going be wonderful.





Then he showed up.

The Present

"You made this all happen, Scott. You played the part well, but then the real mastermind showed up and mixed reality with imagination. You stood in your living room talking to nobody the entire time until the end. That's when, for a split second, you came back to it and threw the lighter. In your mind it was me who did it, but in reality."



"It was me." I said with much horror. I knew things weren't right with me, that my mind was faltering, but I never imagined the hell that I was truly in. That reality was so distorted. That I really thought The Wraith was in front of me and the one who caused it all. It made sense...it was always me. I was the one who set so many ablaze in the XWF under The Wraith's moniker. I was the one who tortured a young girl who had grown to love me. In the hospital, I had been in a coma and believed I was in The Wraith's world where he would take me over and then I'd awake as him. I tried to end my own life when I realized the truth so many months ago, but he pulled me back...I pulled myself off that ledge.



"I know this is a lot to take in, my boy. Normally you'd think I was trying to harm you, but things are changing. I feel it is time you learn to accept me and use me. That is all I want. You are my vessel and I am yours. We can be Gods together, but you have to accept yourself for who you are."





This can't be real. He isn't real. Am I real?





"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!"





I didn't realize I'd shouted that last part as I ran from the alleyway. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care. I just needed to get away from it all. The only thing I couldn't run from...was The Wraith.







To Be Continued.

What to Say?

Every week it's another throwaway match. Every. Single. Week. Ever since I had my shot at the crown nothing seem important to me. All I'd like to do is break Shane , but that doesn't seem to be the way I'm headed. I mean, sure, I'm one of the Admin's boys helping him decapitate Carve, but it just isn't the icing on the cake I want. All I want is to be the guy who pulls the guillotine down on his fucked up face, but before I do that I want to be wearing that crown. Just so I can show him that he can't pull me down.



But, it seems he might have. Isn't it funny how I've only been given these kinds of matches. A tag team match in a Frozen Wasteland with John Austin and two other shit teams. Then a match with Hunter Payne, who isn't smart enough to realize that his mask is his greatest enemy. Then the most recent would be Austin, Cage and I in a three way dance. A match I was about to win until Cage decided to take the spotlight away only to be slammed against the mat for Austin to get the win. Now I don't personally care about the loss, it was out of my hands. I wasn't the one pinned, I still look like a bad ass, but how much more of a bad ass can I look against these people? Not to knock John Austin, of course, I believe we might be in the same boat, but I do not enjoy being put in two matches with someone who attempted to murder me. That is neither here nor there from the looks of it.



It just feels like I'm being pulled away from the Main Event so much. Before I shit all over 's regime I was on my way to championship gold and fighting against Mr. Supernova and other with just as much prestige. Now, I'm facing The Linguist a newer recruit who has been on the W side of things lately. Don't get me wrong, I'm impressed with the victories, but he doesn't seem worth my time.


What's the whole point of this guy? Some high class asshole or something? That's all I got from the name, he doesn't seem important enough for me to really dig into what he's done. You are a roadblock.


That's why when the Admin wins, things will change, but then again they might not. But I have a few tricks up my sleeves. Maybe Monday is a good night to show them off? Who knows.


I'm done with this rant. Fuck off. Down With .