AUSTIN, TEXAS

I decided to leave Mike, Robert, and Paul to do their thing, and because Paul stuck me with Todd, who I thought was English, but is actually from Canada, I had no choice to bring him a long with me.

Before we got going he actually told me he had been promoted from being a camera man to actually being head of production, whatever that meant, but he was telling me what it meant as we started driving. His voice drilled itself into my head as he explained that Heyman wanted him to film personally, so he took the job on as a favor.

By the time I drove two blocks I had, had of listening to this two bit idiot, that instead of punching him out right there on the spot, I pulled up to the nearest bar, got out, gave him the keys to find a park, and went inside.

6 hours later I was still there drinking my troubles away. But to my disbelief so too was Todd, trying to film a day in my life. He gave up after the first half hour and waited for me to finishing drinking. I didn't, stop drinking.

It seemed finally he had, had enough, as he looked dejected when he walked up.

"Is there a reason why you are sitting out here looking like an idiot?"

TODD: "I'm sorry to interupt, Mr. Kennedy,"

MR KENNEDY: "Then don't,"

TODD: "I'm supposed to be filming you for a segment called a day in your life,"

I turned to Todd, and drank the last of what was left in my glass.

MR KENNEDY: "This is what an actual day in my life looks like, now, Rod,"

I turned back around in my seat and placed the glass down on the other glasses, and ordered another jug.

TODD: "It's Todd actually!"

MR KENNEDY: "What is?"

TODD: "My name, you called me Rod, it's Todd,"

I waved him off.

MR KENNEDY: "Whatever, I don't care,"

I heard him sigh, as he walked away. I smiled. I loved being a bastard at times, especially when people were getting on my nerves.

Not less than ten minutes later he returned. He was persistant, I give you that. He placed a ipad down in front of me.

MR KENNEDY: "What's this?"

TODD: "You are going to want to watch these. The first one is a promo from Noah Jackson, Mike's and Robert's opponent, the following is Mike's promo, and then the last one is Fuzz's promo. Noah's partner."

Todd pushed the button, and I watched intently all 3 promos. I had to admit both Noah and Fuzz were taking the piss, and Mike, well Mike couldn't really help himself running his mouth, but that was typical Miz.

I looked at Todd when I was finished.

MR KENNEDY: "And?"

Todd went back to the ipad and went to the comments section on the XWF Social Media sites, and gave me the ipad back to read.

I read the comments. My so called Stable Mate was the butt of all jokes. He had basically shot himself in the foot.

I sighed and took a drink from my glass and looked at the other empty glasses in front of me, the bar tender had been itching all day long to clear them away but I kept on saying no.

I looked back at Todd.

MR KENNEDY: "Go get your camera Bob, and you can film a live promo!"

TODD: "It's Todd, not Bob,"

MR KENNEDY: "Jesus Toddy learn to grow a fucking funny bone, I was pulling your strings,"

TODD: "Not bloody funny,"

Todd walked away grumbling, I smiled and looked at the bartender.

MR KENNEDY: "Hey Dude do you have a marker pen I could borrow by any chance?"

The bar tender looked at me grumpily but nodded, and quickly passed me a pen from beside the cash register. I wrote some names on 5 different glasses, much to his annoyance.

I pulled out my wallet and took out a couple of hundred dollar notes, and passed it to the Bar Tender.

MR KENNEDY: "Back in the day I normally wouldn't care about what kind of mess or dsmage I caused, I still don't really, but I'm representing peopke, I need to be more.... sensitive... so that'll cover the cost of upcoming damages,"

The Bar Tender looked at me worried, but he looked at the money, and just nodded. I'm sure this wasn't his place but he pocketed the money anyway.

I turned around and spotted some tables that weren't being used, grabbed the 5 glasses that I wrote on and one that I was still drinking out of, and headed over to the tables.

By the time Todd walked over to me, I had stacked 5 tables on top of one another with their legs on top of each table. It had been an effort to get the last two tables in place, but with the help from a beardly burlyesque character I managed to get the last two in place.

TODD: "What the hell is this?"

MR KENNEDY: "I'll explain when we go live,"

Todd just rolled his eyes, and lifted up the camera over his shoulder and placed it on the tripod and put it in place.

TODD: "You are going live to the XWF Universe right now.... 3... 2... 1."

I stood in front of the camera, in complete silence. I intentionally did that.

"While my own stable mates are being fun of, I am going to show everyone here and who is watching, why I should be taken very serious in this coming Wednesday Night Warfare when all 5 of us go up against one another in the Main Event."

"Now I put a call in to Warfare management to tell me exactly what the hell is a 5 Stages of Hell match."

"According to general manager Boss Hogg lookalike, Mr Smoking Bob Williams, it's 5 cages stacked upon each other with a ladder going down to each cell where everyone involved climbs to the next cell and so on. Sounds like fun.... not."

"Now as I also understand there are 5 different types of falls, one for each cage. Cage #1 will be a normal falls match."

I placed all 5 glasses down on the bottom table. They all had names on them. My own name of course, then Hanari Carnes, then Peter Fn Gilmour, then Notorious Ned Kaye and finally my first round opponent, Michael McBride.

"So these beer glasses represent all of participants in this so called 5 stages of hell in a cell match. Every cell apart from the first will be an elimination type match. The first to two falls wins. It could be over early should someone deem it if they don't want to go all the way to 5. But I can't see that happening."

"So everyone gets a free pass from the first cage to move to the 2nd cage. The first blood match,"

I placed all 5 glasses on the second table.

"So who is going to be the first to bleed? And then automatically eliminated from the match? Because this is my promo, it won't be me. So that leaves Hanari Carnes, Peter Gilmour, Notorious Ned Kaye and Michael McBride. Who's the weakest? Of course the imposter from El Salvador who isn't really, Hanari Carnes..."

"That's right I said you are an imposter Hanari,"

"'Usted no sabe lo que esta hablando!' go on interpret that. You won't because like I said you are an imposter who doesn't even come from El Salvador. Shame on you, Hanari,"

I placed all the glasses except Hanari's on the third table. From behind me back I took out a hammer, which had been in my car, but I slipped it into my pants just incase something came up.

"Good bye Hanari,"

SMASH. I broke the glass into pieces.

"That was cathardic. Moving on. Cage number three is a Submission Match. Hey who cares who does the submitting, as long as it's not on me. Let's say it'll be on Michael McBride. He will be the one to tal and be eliminated,"

I placed three glasses on the 4th table, and with the hammer smashed Michael's glass.

"Goodbye McBride. And then there were three. So the 4th cage is the 'I Quit' match. I won't be the one saying 'I quit' I will be the one to make someone say it, and that person will be Notorious Ned Kaye,"

"Now I'm sure you are going to have a sook and cry 'oh why does it have to be me?' because Sook you have been on a hot streak as of late, and so you don't need to go any further,"

"You managed to get old man Mastermind to say 'I quit', in your last 'I quit' match so the shoe will be on the other foot when I get you to say it, and I WILL get you to tap and then..."

I placed mine and Peter's glass on the last table and I grabbed the hammer and smashed Ned's glass into pieces.

"It'll be goodbye Ned,"

I climbed up to the last table and sat down on it. I looked down at the camera making my point.

"And last but not least my final opponent will be the infamous Peter FN Gilmour. Peter, you have made a name for yourself in the XWF, sometimes good and sometimes bad. It'll be quite an honor to go up against you."

"But let me just say this now. After I dealt with you, you won't be getting up, that will be me as the Last Man Standing and I will go on to face the Hart Champion, and don't any of you forget it. This is my match to win. Oh before I forget..."

I placed Peter's glass down on the table and I smashed it with the hammer. Then i jumped off of the top table and looked into the camera.

"Like I said this is my match to win because after all I am....

"Misterrrrrrrrrr Kennnnnnneeeedyyyyyyyyy,"

I turned around and pushed at the tables, and everyone who was in the bar was shocked to see me push all 5 tables over, and as they were piled on top of one another they came crashing down making one hell of a mess.

I looked back into the camera and smiled....

"Kennedy,"

I walked off camera, and headed for the door, Todd had no choice but to turn the camera off, grabbed it, and followed me.