As I closed my eyes I started feeling the effects of the drug coursing through my veins. Ah… Damn it.. Hurry up James I’m starting to feel it. I try one more time to shake it off to no avail. I’m going to have to ride this one out. This is it.. Here comes a full dose of tripping balls. At the very least I’m with my good friend. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.



The dilemma with the hallucinations was their unpredictability. Robert keeps his eyes fastened shut as Raven wanders away from the kettle corn stand with a two-foot-long bag. James stumbles his way towards Robert loading his mouth to the brim.



Bob, you okay? You look worse than the Michael Jackson & Lisa Marie Presley's VMA kiss. I had to take a shower after that.



Robert waves Raven away shaking his head.



James, this shit is awful. Tell me how a fan believes slipping us drugs is a cool thing to do? I know as soon as I open my eyes. I’m going to see some shit I don’t want to see.



Raven continues munching on his kettle corn one immense hand full at a time.



Did you have to stop and get kettle corn?



Yes, yes, I did. You should eat some. It tastes like greatness.



Robert opens his eyes gradually focusing all his attention towards James when Robert vaults backwards covering his mouth then turns green.







James why in the hell are you eating roaches? I’m going to puke.



I turn my back and begin gagging.



Bob I’m not eating roaches. Raven eyeballs the bag now noticing earthworms crawling throughout the bag. James howls tossing the bag into the air. Oh, my God they are everywhere.







As I turn back around I see James tiptoeing towards me but there’s something behind him following scrupulously. They were flying, screeching. Suddenly they were all around James and I circling with their black and leathery wings. With each circle they move in closer, like a storm of wings, then I feel them brushing up against my skin getting tangled in my hair. I hit the ground and begin crawling towards the house of mirrors. I shout to James. This way! I watch as Raven hits the dirt and crawls right behind me. We continue through the sea of bald pointed ears, through the snout-like noses and fangs.







The crowd noticed as Robert and James crawled towards the house of mirrors screaming, brushing away something that wasn’t there. A few bystanders got out their smartphones and began taking pictures, while others recorded the ordeal. Robert grabbed the yellow metal railing pulling himself up leering into the darkness of the house of mirrors. Then from the darkness, stepped a man. At first, his face was obscured by the dim light, but then he shuffled forward his body was stiff but moved with intention. The feeble light was enough to just illuminate his features. That bluish hue made him all the paler, but it was clear that he was wearing thick white make-up. Each eye was in the center of a black cross, his mouth was huge and garish red beneath it all the devilish skin lay a wide toothless grin. The hair on his head was greyish and curly. No! What is it Bob? Robert leers back at James whose eyes widen as he takes a bit from a half-eaten corndog he discovered on the ground. The glassy black eyes stared our heroes down void of emotion.







All my childhood memories came flooding back with a chill sending goosebumps up and down my arms. I could feel the hair on my neck stand on end, as a cold shiver followed. I detested clowns. But who doesn’t?



My name is Mr. Twinkles.



A sadistic chuckle was without humor. Instead, it contained promises of pain and torment.



The two of you look like you could use a balloon.



A venomous sneer formed as Mr. Twinkles pulled a black balloon from his pocket stretching it out a few times before stepping forward with malicious intent as he begins blowing the balloon up. James and Robert both concentrate as Mr. Twinkles begins twisting and tying the balloon when he adds another black balloon, then another, eight in total along with the original. Mr. Twinkles reaches out with his grungy hands offering Robert the spider balloon animal with a loathsome grin. Robert shakes his head disapproving.



Now Robert, you wouldn’t want to make Mr. Twinkles mad, would you? The clown shrieks. TAKE IT!



Robert reaches back grabbing the corndog James discovered on the ground taking it directly out of his mouth. Robert then takes a bit before throwing it in the clown’s direction hitting the clown directly between the eyes. Mr. Twinkles begins trembling violently stepping forward with a nefarious frown demanding Robert or James takes the balloon.



TAKE IT NOW! TAKE IT! TAKE IT. AHHHHHHHHHRAWWWW!



Mr. Twinkles sprints towards Robert and James who cover-up and hear a pop. They both uncover seeing nothing.



What the hell was that all about?



I leer down at my hands seeing spiders crawling all over them.



What the hell?



They are black, a little hairy, and are about as big as quarters. They scuttle in seemingly random directions. Their feet tickle my skin as the crawl up my arms and begin to surge across my face. I try not to panic. James doesn’t see the spiders. But if they go in my mouth I'm not going to be able to contain the panic. I stumble onto the first metal step shaking, then I freeze in place. James says something I cannot understand. Then again. As I open my mouth to reply they grow legs and become twice as large as any of the others, so large in fact that I can see their eight eyes shining like blackened pinheads as their mandibles begin clicking. The spiders begin crawling up my nose and into my mouth. I try to scream as the shortage of breath sets in. I'm breathing but the air just won't go in, like my lungs are surrounded by spiders. Next comes the rising panic, the dizzy feeling and the need to get low to the ground. As I fall to my knees everything becomes black.



Robert?



Oh, James.. Come inside and find your dear friend Drew.












I wake up on the floor surrounded by my reflection. I call out to James. But there’s no reply.



Robert stood and stared at himself, or at least the distorted image of himself. The mirror showed him the boy the world saw, not the Champion he had become, somehow it didn't seem right. Inside he was fireworks and rage, love and frustrations, ambition and fear. He ran a finger over the frame, feeling its cool ridges and grooves as Mr. Twinkles reemerged this time behind the glass. This time though Robert stood his ground.







I looked into his eyes, but it was like nothing was there to behold. An endless depth of ink, sorrow, and pain. I could not see whites of his eyes nor the vessels that flowed through them. They were depths of Tartarus holding a thousand souls yet there were none to be seen.



Where’s Raven?



An evil smile that betrayed all innocence formed on Mr. twinkles painted face as he placed his gruesome palms up to the glass



You are asking all the wrong questions. You should be asking yourself where’s Centurion and why he is helping Lux?



Robert replies quickly



How the hell do you know so much about me?



Oh, Robert are we going to go down this road? Let’s stop the simple-minded questions. You know the answer, I am you. I’m what you are unwilling to show the world. You might have an angel in your heart. But I’m the devil you keep locked in the basement.



Mr. Twinkles reveals his sinister smile once more.



Centurion is a man of his word. He’d never double-cross us.



Mr. Twinkles slams his fist on the mirror cracking the glass



NO! Centurion is a traitor, a liar, he is going to try and steal everything from you. A thief, he’s being unfaithful. Lux has poisoned the water Centurion drinks, he’s tainted his mind. Brothers no more. He will break the faith biting the hand that feeds. Robert, he will drop a dime on you. Gold can make a man do some crazy things.



Robert shakes his head in disbelief



No! Centurion would not do us like that.



Mr. Twinkles chuckles pressing his unrighteous face up against the glass screaming



Centurion IS JUDAS! HE IS THE TROJAN HORSE! KEEP GIVING YOURSELF THIS FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY AND YOU WILL FAIL! You should thank that fan who slipped you those mind-altering drugs freeing me. You needed to hear the truth.



No.



Oh yes, yes, yes Robert. You are holding back, become the killer you were bred to be. Or Lux and Centurion will take everything from you. If not them, then it will be Page. To accomplish great things a man must get his hands dirty. That is after all what you fear the most, isn’t it? Collapse, letting yourself down? Having a misstep? If you do not wake up it will happen sooner than later.



Robert balls up his fist slamming it into the glass



That’s it let it out Robert.



These two are fighting for something that they each believe in. I don’t want these Championships to come between Centurion and us. These belts that we hold can ruin lives and stop friendships. Take Lux, for example, held in such high regard, that is until he crosses us. Lux’s entire career has led, her, him? Here to this pinnacle, the defining moment that could change a life forever. Most would say that Lux has been groomed for this very moment in time. Yet, fate has me standing in the middle of the road unwilling to suffer defeat. History has nothing to do with what will transpire on Savage. What Lux has done in the past plays second fiddle in this match. I’m something different, I’ve evolved into something greater. I’m a once and a generational athlete. Once I’m gone there will never be anyone like me again.



Honestly, everyone on this roster has tried to decimate my confidence, all the negative comments and gossip, how many knives do I have in my back? All for what? Being something, they could never be. Having specific goals and going after them as a man possessed. It’s hard for someone in their position to imagine all the stresses that I’m under trying to achieve greatness. Yet here I am standing tall, never backing down, grabbing my sword and shield and doing battle again. I’ll never stop pressing forward. They want to bellyache about how many times I wrestle in a given month? Savage I’ll be defending everything I’ve earned against a legend, against one of the greatest Television Champions of all time. I’ll go on to team with Chris Page then face him at relentless. I guess this paper Champion isn’t doing enough right? They want to grumble because I’m hogging the spotlight. Instead of whining and bitching they could step up and take their shot. I kicked Big d’s teeth in and he’s still name dropping me.



I can feel the pressure building up inside me like a volcano my eyes narrowed as Mr. Twinkles continued taunting me with an unimpressed look. A cruel sneer plastered on his face as he leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into mine.



You’ve become weak!



My hands twitched, as my legs locked in place and I could feel a vein pulsing in my forehead. My resentment and animosity were getting the better of me. I closed in the distance between Mr. Twinkles and myself. My voice lowered, almost to a whisper. Mr. Twinkles eyes widened for a second.



I’ll never be sorry for speaking the truth, I’ll admit I have been blinded by the Championships. I’ve given my guts and have gotten lost in all the glory. There is no better time to right the ship then now.



I pause only for a second. Then I explode like a stick of dynamite



I don’t own anyone an apology, everything I have ever dropped has been nothing short of quality. I don’t have one damn regret in my DNA. I’m underrated, underpaid and people like Lux are still standing in my shadow and cannot stand a second of it. All these complicated calculations I’ve made has kept me at the top of the mountain. The basic translation to everyone that has been on my ass is elementary. I DON’T GIVE A F***! I’ll never apologize for having a point of view. The issue Lux and Centurion have now is I’m like a loaded gun and I’m pointing right at them. In this rat race we called life, Lux is racing towards the gas chamber and won’t be able to avoid the fumes known as James Raven and Robert Main. Savage these two become locked in a ring with two tacticians with no way out but on their backsides. Raven and I are generals in the ring, each of us has the battle scars to back those words. I’m coming into this match to do what I always do, I’ll just cock the rifle, aim, and spray shots until here isn’t anyone left standing in the ring with me.



I’ll continue gunning until I shut each one of them down, I do this for me, not for the fame and damn sure not for the spotlight. We’re winning and that’s the truth in all of this. Everyone else better get used to second place. What every fuck boy should be doing around here is placing their bets on the vets, because come Savage we are not losing this race. Lux had better get with God before this match because hard times are coming full speed ahead. I was baptized in the lake of fire, they’ve tried to drown me when you could, but here I am alive and kicking. I always come like a bat out of hell and Lux and Centurion both can bet their bottom dollar they will not take what is mine. She should buckle up because when James and I wish them good luck it means jack shit. We will bum rush over these two like a freight train. We don’t bluff. I'm willing to break whatever it takes for the sake of me and my family. No retreat, this is what I stand for. I’ve continually worked hard trying to make it in this business and what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. If it doesn’t then it'll break you, take you out like trash, just that fast life can put you on your ass. I'm cut from a different cloth than most the men and women walking down to that ring.







Mr. Twinkles begins clapping



Pathetic!



That was the breaking point of my patience. At that moment, I was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. I held it back as long as I could, then I let go. I can feel my soul becoming vexed, the blood rushing to my head.



I’ll give Lux a factory reset with one bitch slap. I’m the man that dawns the armor paying homage to every legend before me. I’m paving the road for future generations, along with my brothers we are trying to patch the roads and save a business overrun with people trying to eliminate it for good. I’ve carpet-bombed every target that karma seemed to miss. This match is a dead-end for Lux and sadly for Centurion as well. If Lux believes for a second this is his best bet against me, she needs to come to the realization this dream is as far fetched as it sounds. Lux is next best I’m the gold fucking standard. See, over time I have evolved into something I didn’t even believe I would become. I’ve become superordinate, upper-level. Now just weeks out from The Engineers record I’ll continue to asphyxiate anyone who challenges me for the Universal Championship.



James raven and I are like category 5 hurricanes, there’s calm in our eyes, but given the chance, we will blow our opponents away. Lux should be over the moon excited just to get invited to the big boy's table for once. When Theo Pryce approached me stating the Universal Championship would be on the line I saw an opportunity. Just having the belt everyone seeks and so few get the chance to carry over their shoulder changes everything. All deadly alliances shattered. The advantage James and I have is, we're on the same page. There isn’t going to be a cut-throat moment in this match for either of us. We have one another’s backs. I know for a fact I won’t have to look over my shoulder and wonder what’s next. Where Lux and Centurion have an “I’ll stab your back, you stab mine” thing going. Mark my words there will be a moment in this match were each promise made will become broken. From my vantage point, if I were a betting man Lux will be the one to betray his partner.



Centurion will be the arrow destroying your Achilles.



No. I’m nothing like you.



Oh, Robert we are one in the same and one day soon when the chips are down you’ll release me upon the world.



Robert shakes his head no slamming his fist into the glass repeatedly. At first, the crack in the glass is small, barely the length of hairpin. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once invisible. Then like a coil suddenly relieved of tension the new fragments fly outward until they lie still yet vicious in the failing at Robert’s feet.







Bob?

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