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Cadryn Tiberius · **05-22-2017, 09:20 PM**

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11:31am - Monday - 5-22-17 - Inner Monologue

“It burdens me to think that what has transpired over the course of the past few weeks has set in motion a situation in which I have no control. My thoughts, my actions, my entire life seems to have moments of loss. Like a child lost in translation, I find myself searching for answers. The Kings™ have become like family to me. Though they will never see me as one of their own, I will always be thankful for all that they have done for me, and I would give my life to show them as much. I find myself in a predicament, unlike anything I’ve ever been a part of before. In less than a week I will be face to face with the XWF Television Champion. Now, it isn’t the championship scene that is unfamiliar, I’ve been there many times before. The unfamiliarity in this situation stems from the champion himself...”

“Thomas Nixon”

“The XWF’s resident good guy. Thomas Nixon champions a cause that, well, truthfully, makes no goddamn sense, but he’s dedicated, I’ll give him that. Something about Mcdonald’s stopped serving the McLizard and apparently that was his favorite sandwich, I guess? I mean, I get it, I was pretty upset when they stopped serving the McRib year around, but I never dedicated my life to it, that’s like the definition of insanity. The point stands, however, that he is dedicated to what he believes in, and that’s respectable. I’ve never faced a guy like Nixon before, a good guy. When I step into that ring it’s always against some asshole protagonist who has some type of little dick complex that forces him to act like some type of ungodly asshole. Like, dude, I’m sorry you’ve got a little cock, but I didn’t do that, quit being mean to me, dick. But, I digress. Nixon is one of the nicest guys in the place, and it truly is depressing to know that I have to be the one to derail his championship train..”

12:30pm - Monday - 5-22-17 - Conversation With Theo

”What is your favorite cereal, boss? I’d like to ensure I have plenty of it for the after party. I bet it’s King Vitamin!”

”Well, Cadryn, best friend, greatest jester ever, that is my favorite cereal, thank you for asking!”

”Aw, Theo, thank you. We are best friends, and we’ll be best friends forever, because we’re best friends, forever.”

”I love you like a son, Cadryn. You’re the greatest jester to ever jester in the history of jesters.”

”Oh my God, Theo, thank you! You’re the best!”

Suddenly, the overhead light burns brightly as Natalie stands in the doorway, angry, confused, and did I mention she’s ANGRY?!

”What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?!”

With the light burning bright across the room, we find Cadryn standing in the corner completely nude. Well, sort of. He’s completely nude except for the tube sock he has placed over his erect penis. On the tip of the tube sock, a crudely drawn picture, the face of none other than Theo Pryce. Cadryn turns to his wife, smile on his face, and begins to explain.

”Hey babe, I’m just talking to Theo, what are you upto?”

At this point, Natalie has managed to make it into the room, and is standing beside of her husband. A look of anger mixed with confusion, and a hint of arousal adorns her face.

”YOU’RE NOT TALKING TO THEO YOU IDIOT! YOU’RE TALKING TO A FUCKING TUBE SOCK ON YOUR COCK WITH A POORLY DRAWN FACE ON THE TIP. GIVE ME THAT FUCKING THING!”

Natalie rips the tube sock off of Cadryn’s dink with such force that his testicles took an all expense paid vacation to the inside of his colon. Cadryn becomes frantic at this point, thinking the worst may have happened to his best friend Theo.

”OH MY GOD BITCH, YOU KILLED THEO, HOW COULD YOU?!”

”Cadryn quickly pulls out his phone and begins to dial Theo’s number, in the hopes that he picks up and isn't dead or injured in any way from the brutal attack laid upon him by Natalie.

Time out. You're fucking naked. Where in the fuck did you have that phone stored, Cadryn?

”In my pocket, Jeff. Where else?”

YOU'RE NAKED, CADRYN. THE ONLY POCKET YOU CURRENTLY HAVE IS YOUR POOPCHUTE

”Right. Like I said my pocket.”

I honestly can't believe I write this shit. This totally says all kinds of fucked up things about my psyche.

Uh, anyways. The line connects, and to his surprise, Theo answers seemingly unharmed.

”What is it, dicksliver? I'm kind of busy.

”OH MY GOD, YOU'RE STILL ALIVE! PRAISE JESUS, NATALIE DIDN'T HURT YOU WHEN SHE RIPPED YOU OFF MY DINK!”

The line goes silent as Theo pauses to do his best to figure out the situation that Cadryn has placed upon him. One long sigh, and he begins his response.

”I so badly want to be mean to you, but I'm beginning to think you might actually be autistic. So I'm going to hang up now, and go donate some money to research so maybe they can fix people like you.”

Cadryn smiles and ends the call from his end as well, as if this were normal banter between the two.Natalie looks on, perplexed, and upset.

”Cadryn, what is wrong with you? Ever since you came back from Theo’s party, you’ve been acting...different…”

”I’m fine, Nat. Seriously, I think you worry too much. I need a bowl of cereal though, make yourself useful and make me one, k?”

Natalie is speechless. Cadryn has never talked to her like this, and she doesn’t exactly know how to respond. As she does her best to fight back the tears, she obliges and makes her way to the kitchen.

12:20am - Tuesday - 5-23-17 - Inner Monologue

A clear sky gives light to the moon’s glow, a brisk summer evening in Texas. While the rest of the world sleeps, Cadryn sits alone, on his back patio. One cigarette after another, giving him the slightest bit of comfort.

”What could she have possibly meant by what she said? That I’m “acting different”? How the hell would she know, anyways? She’s never on the road with me, she doesn’t know the struggle, she doesn’t know me like she thinks she does. Gravy knows me, he know’s my needs, and he knows my struggle.”

Cadryn shakes his head, and starts thrusting his palm into his forehead, as to try and clear his brain of all thought.

”What am I saying? Michael Graves doesn’t know me, he’s some pedophaelic piece of shit. My wife is my best friend, she’s my rock. How could I ever think otherwise? Maybe something did happen at Theo’s party? Maybe falling into that table has had an effect after all. Regardless, I can’t worry about that now. I’ve got two major matches in less than a week. Two chances at championship gold, can you believe it? Of course you can, I’m the Essence Of Excellence.”

”Thomas Nixon. The XWF’s Knight in shining armor, or so you say. I’ve done the research, Thomas, I’ve watched the tapes. I have a hard time believing you’re the nice guy when you harbor so much hatred deep inside. It’s so blatantly obvious, if anyone were smart enough to look. You’re no hero, friend. You’re quite the opposite. You’re the worst type of liar, too, the type that believes his own lies. You constantly feed us bullshit about your cause, and how you do everything for PATROL. But, come on, dude. You ain’t never seen no goddamn lizard person. We all know they aren’t real. You’d have me more convinced that you fucked bigfoot twice last weekend on a random Adderall bender. Anyways, something you said really stuck out to me. You had the audacity to say “This is the prevalent ignorance that pisses me off when I look out at the world, and I’m glad that I’m here fighting against it.” Why so much hatred, Thomas? What did the rest of the world ever do to you that forced you down such a dark path? I don’t do this for redemption, or for some type of retribution for a cause that is nonexistent. I do this because I find honor in a successful victory. I do this to support my family, and I do this because I enjoy it. You do this for all the wrong reasons, Thomas. And those reasons, are exactly why I have to derail your championship train. I’ll be the first to welcome you back with open arms, friend. But, the buck stops here. No longer can I stand idly by and let you continue to be some sort of false prophet to the XWF and to the rest of the world. You give hard working men like me a bad name, and I just can’t allow that to happen. You may walk over the likes of Peter Gilmour, or Mezian, or men who have no business being in the ring with a man of your caliber. But, not this man, Thomas. You’ve never faced an opponent like me before, and you’ll never face another man like me again. I know your tricks, as I’ve said, I did my research. You’re going to fire back with some lame attempt at countering everything I’ve had to say, and you won’t be able to. I’ve done nothing but told the truth, and used your own words against you. There is a reason that the rest of the locker room fears me, Thomas. It isn’t my affiliation with The Kings™ it’s my God given talent that I display week in and week out. I expect you to wander out of the batcave, Bruce, and do your best to give me the verbal lashing you’ve been concocting for sometime, but it won’t be enough. Do you know why, Thomas? Do you know my weaknesses? Of course you do, I wear them on my sleeve. Why? Because I fear no man, and I fear no challenge. My record, my achievements, my failures, you name it, It’s all out there for the world to see, because I have nothing to hide. Being beaten by the better man is respectable. So long as you’re willing to get up, dust yourself off, and give’er another go. And that is my advice to you, Thomas. After Saturday, when we shake hands and you award me my new XWF Television Title, I expect you to dust yourself off and give’er another go. That’s what men do, and I feel that you have enough self respect to do just that. As always, there will always be a spot at my table for you, my friend. Best of luck, Thomas.”

Cadryn is suddenly interrupted by a scream, a female scream, inside of the house. Cadryn quickly makes his way inside to investigate as the scene fades to black..

(Continued in "Answering The Call" a collaboration by Jack Cain and Cadryn Tiberius)

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