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**01-23-2013, 09:27 AM**

PROLOGUE

"I have always wanted to be someone, someone with something, someone who was something, anything, but lately 'something' seems to be further away then it ever has been."

The smell of stale crisps and moldy pizza fill the flat, used needles and beer cans are heaped beside the sofa bed. The over turned ashtray on the floor has singed the old floor boards where the carpet would be, if Tommy had any money, or used what money he did have more maturely. But this has always been the life of Tommy Carlos King since school, even in school he was an addict, addicted to drink, addicted to weed, just an addict.

It's weird, it' weird because Tommy comes from a money background, his parents live in Spain, their holiday home is situated along a miles stretch of beach. His father is a retired doctor, his mother is an author of a popular celebrity magazine. They both wished for more for Tommy, they helped him through school, they bought him materials in university that were used until he left a month after enrolling. They wanted more for him, but they gave up, they gave up the day their son was arrested.

Tommy was arrested for possession of class 'A' drugs with intent to supply, he has never supplied the drug to anyone but his addiction is so bad the quantity he needs to feel like a person is astronomical. This has never changed.

PRESENT DAY

"Come on Tommy push, harder, you will never make anything of yourself, you waste of fucking space"

The harsh words of Tommy's personal trainer hit him hard, but he was right and Tommy knew it. Tonight would be the debut of "The Addiction" he had inked a contract with XWF a popular wrestling federation, but he knew that his physical prowess was nothing like the members of XWF. Checking out their website upon signing he took a look around, the likes of these characters are of great power and physic. He needed to do a lot to get to that caliber.

"Okay...good"

The sound of clucking metal alarms the gym as Tommy drops the weights and falls to the floor, he gets to his knees and holds his stomach, his face the picture of pain.

"What do you want Tommy? What do you really want?"

Tommy catches his breath, thinking about the trainers question.

"I have always wanted to be someone, someone with something, someone who was something, anything, but lately 'something' seems to be further away then it ever has been."

The trainer looks at him.

"Anything?"

Tommy nods, then shakes his head.

"No, no not just anything, I want to be a professional wrestler, I want to stand in a ring looking towards the sold out crowd, knowing they paid to see me, the world champion. Knowing that they have the respect for me, that i used to have for life. I want my parents to know their son is someone, a figure of popularity, I want my brother who I haven't seen in ten years to feel he can mention me, to feel he can know me."

Tommy falls to the floor again this time in tears, the sobs are so loud and so honest.

"You can have all that and it starts tonight!"

6 HOURS LATER

The mornings workout was a tough one, his biceps, triceps, quads, abs, calves, almost every muscle in Tommy's body ached. The trainer had worked him hard but he knew it was for good reason, tonight he needed to be in the shape of his life if he was going to be victorious in his debut. The morning sun had now turned to drizzle, the delicate drops rolled down the window of the XWF locker room, it was almost time to show the world what he had in the tank, to show the world he can become the someone he wants to be.

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