X-treme Wrestling Federation

A Chance Meeting

"Shhhh....you'll wake the baby."





The masked man stood a few feet away from me holding my infant son, cradling him in his arms like his own. He rocked him back and forth whispering sweet nothings to my child as I stood there, fear and anger filling my heart. It was a humid night on the 3rd of June, rain pouring over the second story window of my quaint home. His bright yellow eyes pierced through my own. He was dressed all in black, every part of his skin covered by clothing. The black mask was cut around the eyes, but nowhere else. He didn't even take the time to cut a mouth piece or holes for his nose to breath through. He placed his finger on my son's head and began to stroke it.






"A child this beautiful deserves the highest crown in the land, the crown of a king on top of his head. You know this to be true."





Words could not form from my mouth. It moved but only the sound of droplets hitting the window could be heard. The masked man gazed around the room taking in the blue wallpaper, little clouds painted in different spots. He walked over to the bookshelf placed on the right side of the room. I stood in the doorway as he glanced at my collection of novels and plays. I felt this would be a good place to keep the stories. My son heard a new one every night.





"A Tale of Two Cities, A Christmas Carol, A Streetcar Named Desire, Death of a Salesman. My, my what an extensive and poorly organized collection. You put a classic story about redemption and Christmas next to one about abuse and rape? This kid's gonna have a fucked up perception."







His laugh cuts through my heart. My eyes burn from the noise and they feel as if trickles of blood seep from them. His laughter stops as my son wriggles in his arms.





"Shh...shh...back to sleep my young prince."







With that he stops moving and back to sleep. A man who has broken into my home can quiet my son faster than I can. Now I have to live with that fact.





He walks over to the crib and sets my son back down gently. He stares at him for a moment, his eyes almost seem caring. At this point I've gathered my courage up and speak.



"Who the hell are you?"






His head snaps in my direction as if I've just offended him.






"Under circumstances prior to your knowledge of mine and my order's existence you shall be given a code name to refer to me as."






This answer caught me off guard. Order? Code name?






"What? No, you broke into my own home and grabbed MY child why do I need to follow the rules of your silly order?"



Words I would soon regret saying as the masked man lunged forward grabbing my throat. He throws me into the room against the wall. I can feel my lunges closing as his grip tightens. He gets inches from my face, our eyes meeting.





"You shall show respect to me as you are in my presence! You WILL comply by the law or drastic measures will be taken to ensure your participation!"







He smashes my head against the wall and drops me. The seething pain rocks throughout my body as blood runs down the back on my head. My son awakens from the sound and begins to burst into a crying fit. This causes the masked man to leap forward and grab him out of the crib. He rocks him back and forth in his arms.







"Shh, shh, shh, shh. Little prince you are to respect the law as well. Keep quiet."







My son is not going to have any more of the masked man. He writhes in his arms and throws a fit. The crying grows louder and louder.






"Quiet now!! You are in the presence of a divine being!!! SILENCE YOURSELF YOUNG PRINCE!!"






My vision is woozy and my head aches from the pain and the sounds of my crying son. The masked man tries to outdo the cries of my son, but to no avail. He bows his head down and close to my son's. He is screaming back and my screaming child, two children yelling in anger and frustration.







"YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!!!!!"






I want to get up, grab the masked man and make him release my son. Throw him out the window to his death. I want this night to end, it began with my cheating whore of a wife and it will end with a death. His death. I try to pick myself up using the wall as leverage, but I'm too shaken up to stand. I sit trying to collect myself and that's when I hear it.











Nothing.








"There we are little prince. Back to sleep you go."







He raises his head up and turns to me. His eyes show relief and utter enjoyment. That's when I see my son, being held by his right arm with his head dangling, crushed by the weight of the masked man's hands. He throws the dead body of my infant child at my feet. The horror of this moment trumps all horrors. The pain in my body has left. I am no longer woozy. Tears do not roll down my face, only the deep sadness of my heartbreaking soaking up all the tears. A pain felt worse than any other. My son's mangled body lay at my feet as the remorseless man crouches in front of me. He extends his right hand....







"You may call me Kent."















.........Bastard.........











To Be Continued

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That Sickening Sound

CRACK






That is the sound all too familiar. A sound we can all relate to. A sound we have all heard and felt. Bones breaking. Limbs snapping. Fractures, paralysis. That is something we have in common, my friends. It is believed that I am a man of Mystery, but I do not think of myself that way. I think of myself as the same as you. The same man who's paid his dues, made it to the top of the mountain and fell off only to pick himself up and begin the climb again. You do not know me, but I know you all too well.



The days have come and gone for The Black Circle. They are an old trade route that should be blocked off. Constant trades of stock occur every year with the same ship master at the helm. Sometimes the captain should just go down with the damn ship. For too long has he stood there changing everything to continue making a profit. The stock doesn't matter to him as long as it makes money, so why must you pretend like he cares? Why must you rally so far that you have to seek out proof that you aren't the bad guy. That you are justified in your corrupt ways. You think that makes you feel better, makes you the better man. IT DOES NOT. It only makes you look like more of an asshole. Every person who sees your comments makes The Black Circle that much worse. It's not that you have been harming everyone in a physical manner, it's not jealousy over the success of such a group. It's the way you pride yourself in it. Pride is a sin and The Black Circle flourishes in it. They bathe themselves in gold while the meek inherit nothing but the ground they walk on. You think this war has just started? This war has been raging for centuries, you're just the most recent reincarnation. This war was inevitable once you put on the black. The black makes you the target, but the crown makes you a dead man walking. So flaunt all you want that you are better and that The Circle was never in the wrong. It only makes your hubris show further, Icarus.



I hope with all my might the fans want to see me face you one on one. Your first defense and you don't even know who it is. A challenge you're going to need to grow balls for. So, if I get voted in to take on the "almighty king" lets make things a little more interesting. The boys and girls in the back with issues against you have to stay in the back as well as The Black Circle. No interference of any kind during the match. That way you don't have to make a big show about how much better you have been than the entire roster.



You been coddled and protected, but you've learned how to fight which is why that crown is atop your head. As much as I hate to agree you had one thing right. The state of XWF's championships is truly in peril. It seems the way to have a prestigious championship to be under Shane 's wing. The tag team champions are far from a tag team right now, but seem to still hold the belts. The X-treme has fallen far from grace. It used to mean something here, but it's legacy has been tattered since then. You've touched on all the belts, so going any further into the belts puts a bad taste in my mouth. To agree with your hubris on any occasion is the same as shaking hands with the devil in the pale moonlight. It sickens me to know that the only prestige in this place falls with The Black Circle and how the crown has only been held by it's members. Seemingly contested only by it's members. It seems being a member holds more merit than the belt that the absent Sid Feder is holding. It's become a prop to hold around and boast about how that one time you beat this one guy and now you get something to hold your trunks up. Applause from the audience. Jeers from the audience. Eaten up like a starving Ethiopian eats a fly. That's why I'm here. To put things back in place, back to how they used to be. Make this place mean something again. The problem with the titles has been brought on by you Theo, you and The Black Circle. Obsession with destroying your group has stopped anyone from caring about anything else. They want nothing more than to send you all back to hell. Taking down and his Circle is the stuff of legends and they feel it holds more prestige than the titles. That is the sickening sound of what you've all become. A goal held by all, to dethrone the king and topple his kingdom. Where has all the competition gone? They sit around waxing their belts hoping it will give them enough of a boast to be the newest revolutionary.


It has polluted the minds of the Administration to the point where they even forget they have a single damn belt. They want nothing but to be the catalysts to your destruction. Smoke Man, LJ Havok, Liz Hathaway all want to lead the army and Scott Charlotte wants to be the martyr that started it all. They are all so damn blind to their errors. I believe the best way to bring your downfall is to remove that crown from atop your head, but by one person. Not the entire roster. What they can do is something more prideful than your entire Circle.


Moving on from it all. Focusing on the X-treme title, the European title, TV title, US title, having an actual Tag Team division!! The idea of being a hero is too juicy of a thought. It clogs the mind with what the heart wants as opposed to what the heart needs. People walk into the XWF aiming to be "The Guy" that brings down Theo Pryce, Shane and The Black Circle. When was the last time a guy came in and wanted to form a tag team to take those titles. Two men who knew how to work well together without letting their egos or personal issues cloud them. Peter won't even defend his title in a real atmosphere, he is too chicken shit to put that title on the line, a title once considered the same value the crown has today. What is the X-treme Wrestling Federation without it's X-treme Champion. He is a false champion who claims to be the best because he's held it so many times. Quality over quantity, Peter. Each reign was worse than the last.



That's it, I'm off my soapbox...for now. You go on about your lives and ponder who I am. You will either see me compete in a triple threat match or face the King of the XWF one on one for his crown. I hope my words have effected you all. I hope you don't all scoff and complain about my reasons for doing this. Step up and show me and the rest of the world that you have what it takes to make this place better. Black Circle or not.



Until then....the right answer is a Mystery.