Rain was sprinkling down. The pitter pats dripping on the window creating a musical like effect. It echoes in the room, which is dimly lit from a lamp in the corner. A quick flash and loud boom is heard outside. I didn’t jump, it’s actually quite calming. Watching the storm roll in and the heavens open up. It wasn’t quite biblical, but it was a heavy storm nonetheless.

“Hurry up…” I said quietly under my breath. I’m anxious for this to finally be over. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve jammed that needle into someone other than myself. That first time was a rush. I wasn’t even scared, yet here I am quivering like scared puppy. They say you’re always chasing that first time, and it’s true to an extent.

People we shocked the first time it happened. It was all so quick, and when it was shown what happened the gasps. There were people gagging, some shielding their eyes, and then some that couldn’t look away. Those are the ones you’ll always have. They are the ones that cheer when you incapacitate and ruin someone. It’s the others that eventually get bored of the same old antics. They want to see something new.

So I did what ever addict does. I went to rehab. It wasn’t so much that I was addicted to one singular substance, it was those people that I needed to reel back in. I needed to be clear headed if I wanted to show everyone that I am more than that needle.

“Come on…”

But like any addict worth their weight, I relapsed. It wasn’t part of the plan, it was THE plan. It was all apart of everything. I lure everyone into a false sense of security, then boom. I’m back.

Well not totally. I’ll never fully be myself again. I truly am no longer on anything, but in the ring…

“Jesus, what’s the hold up…”

Same old Shawn. Just as driven as always, but now even more dangerous than ever. It’s been a long time since the XWF has seen someone like me. Someone so nefarious that even the people that ‘trust’ me don’t really trust me. That’s why I like Noah. He has no claim of trust. He’s driven to me for something else, he wants to be here. He thinks that in some way I am his father. I know for a fact that he doesn’t care what Maury said, he’ll abide for now. That kind of bond here is invaluable.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I drag myself up and over to it. I slowly crack the door open and there he was. A man that I haven’t seen in almost a decade. I fully open the door and allow him to walk in. He’s dressed in a suit, with a pair of sneakers on, and a large watch on his wrist. He walks in and looks around.

“It’s a real shithole you’ve got here.” He says cracking a smile. I motioned for him to sit down. “Nah I don’t plan on staying too long” I shrug and head off into the back room.

“You brought it all right?” As I emerge from the room with a wad of cash. I noticed his eyes darted right for the wad, and his hand slowly crept towards his waist. For a moment I froze, and before I knew it, there it was. One of the largest bags I had ever received from him, and he tossed it on the table with a smile on his face.

“Ask and you shall receive, but why so much? I mean we haven’t talked in years. I mean until I got you some for Toronto.” I didn’t really hear what he had to say. I just sat down and began to pull out the product. Inspecting it every little bit to make sure it was all there. The white powder what light and looked just like sugar. I dipped my finger in and placed a small amount on my lip. It it was pure it would numb my lips instantly, and of course he came through.

“Why so much man?” I disregard him again, not because he was asking, but why he was asking. He knows what it’s for, and he’s been around the block enough times to know what’s about to happen next. I just toss him the money and watch as he flips through it, quickly counting to make sure it’s all there. In my many years of being an addict and doing this I’ve learned one thing, don’t short the dealer.

After he was done counting the money I walk him to the door. We don’t exchange any pleasantries, I just open the door and he walked out. No long goodbye, just a quick nod and he was gone walking down the street. I didn’t wait to make sure he was gone before I shut and locked the door.

“Why so much?...” I said softly to myself as I walked back towards the rather large stash sitting on the table. I grab one of the bags and begin tossing it into the air and catching it with the other hand.

“Because there’s a lot of work that needs to be done”


The Afterthought

Here we go again, another title “opportunity” given to me in order to keep me quiet. It’s not going to work. It hasn’t in the past and it sure as hell won’t work now. The fact that Noah and I were so blatantly disrespected in the Tag Team Tournament was a joke. The fact that people honestly thought that we weren’t going to be vocal about it, is even worse. First off Apex got to go against one of their own, and we all saw how that turned out.

“Hail SATAN”

Now I understand why you never showed up on regular TV, and waited for the PPV’s. Honestly it’s a smart tactic, if not one built out of cowardice. I’ve seen you guys galavanting around, so proud of your accomplishments.

*Slow Clap*

Congratulations but your time is coming to an end. That’s all for another day, for now I have got to focus on a match that wasn’t asked for. A match I didn’t want. A match that honestly I don’t deserve to be in.

No, it’s not that I don’t DESERVE, to be in the match, it’s the fact that I even have to participate in the match to get a shot at the currently vacant title. I’m not asking for the title to be draped over my shoulder and to be given it, it’s quite the contrary. The pure fact that even after I beat Ace Vincent I still have to jump through hoops. That I have to reach for those imaginary brass rings is pathetic on management’s part. They should just know better. Irrelevant to the fact that everyone knows the outcome already. Fuzz gets so close only to fail at the end due to some bureaucratic bullshit. Let’s run down the list shall we? The first time the fix was in was against Santos. Sure he pinned me for the 1,2,3, awesome. Yet in what fucking world does a LAST MAN STANDING match end in a fucking three count? Then next and most obvious…

My match with Centurion. It was supposed to be the end. The finale. The grand closure of all of our battles. Yet what happens? Some imbecile ref decides to say I tapped out when that was in no way shape or form what was happening. I slapped the mat…. ONCE! Centurion did the very same thing earlier in the match, and was he called out? NOPE! So there’s management again, hiring piss poor officials only to get their way. Finally the tournament itself. Tournament meaning some sort of bracket, but there wasn’t any to be seen. Noah and I win round one easily, and then the fix was in, not that we couldn’t have beaten Sarah and Kenzi, but they got their one in a million, simply put it won’t happen again.

Yet the fact that Theo deceived everyone into thinking it was a fair tournament is sickening. I’m pretty sure he just got all hopped up on smack, threw a few darts and called it a day. Evil? Not so much. Wrong in so many ways? Yup.

That was just a quick recap of everything that has happened… in two months. Most wrestlers don’t put up with that much in their entire careers, but me?...

I must be special. I get so much attention from everyone in a position of power, and yet I also get no attention whatsoever. For example look at the poster for XX. Do you notice someone missing? I do. I literally was just inducted into the Hall of Legends and I’m not even on the mother fucking poster. What’s worse? Fucking Chasm is on there. Is that saying I don’t deserve to be in the Hall? Do they even know what they have in me? I highly doubt it, but while I’m here, and while I have gone back to my old ways, I’m going to make sure everyone knows that from this point forward I’m going to make my own path. I’m no longer asking for anything, from now on I’m going to take it. It worked-ish for Page… I’m smarter than him, hell I knew when to abandon that fucking sinking ship before he could say Bigg Rigg.

So that’s where I’m at now, but where does that leave the three of you? Of course I’m talking about Michell, Kieran, and Cammblya, or however you say your name. From here on out you will be referred to as Cam. Simple and to the point. Well I can’t say that it looks good for the three of you, personally I don’t k ow shit about any of you. You’re all relatively new here and there’s not much to go on. On the other hand, you’ve got more than 20 years of footage and promos of mine to go through. Will you? Probably not, because you’re all concerned with just yourselves. If you took even a minute and did some digging you would find a world at your fingertips.

I mean it’s not every day you all get thrown to the lions den with a Legend. Hell there are only a handful of us still around. Some of us are part-timers holding onto the good ole days, but not me. I came back here to set records. I know, I keep saying that, and you would all know that if you would just open your fucking hears for a minute. From the second I walked back through those doors, I made a promise to myself…. I wasn’t leaving until mission accomplished. I’ve yet to get where I want or need to be, but Saturday it’s one step closer.

Speaking of taking steps…. Michelle how many did you take when you abandoned your daughter? Was it like one ...two? I don’t know, maybe that’s a little harsh. I don’t normally go after people’s families like that, but I guess since you left, she’s not really apart of yours either? I mean I know that I shouldn’t talk about things that I know nothing about, considering my own “paternity”, but let’s be real. It was on Maury that boy ain’t mine, but she popped out of that crust coochie of yours, there’s no denying that. Did that go a step too far? Is it going to get you to go crazy? Are you just going to flip a lid?

Good!

That’s what you’re going to need once you step into the ring with me. I don’t give a shit about the other assholes, it’s me that you should worry about. In an instant…

*Snap*

I don’t feel so good Mr. Shawn.

Then poof, you’re out. Then I’ll need to turn my attention to hammer. If you were the nail, then Keiran you my friend are the hammer. Nothing more than a blunt object ready to smash into anything or anyone that gets into your way. Awesome, as if I didn’t have enough to worry about, now I’ve got a man the size of an ox running about. It’s always going to be the same with guys like him.

*Boom*

*Crash*

*Smash*

No thought, no real objective. Just move forward with no thoughts. Just destroy and call it a day. I could honestly go on for hours talking about how much better than you I am. Or how I don’t breath through my mouth exclusively. Or how I have the proper amount of chromosomes. Hell I could go on and on, but you’re just not worth my time. Wrestlers like you are a dime a dozen. I’ve faced more people like you, while you’ve never faced someone like me. Sure you’re a “beast” but are you really? You’re just a man who THINKS he’s someone to be feared. You THINK you’re the baddest mother fucker in this match. Newsflash…

You’re not.

You’ll be simple enough to handle. It’s a shame really. A man of your size and stature could easily be used in the future. Alas after you go to sleep on Saturday I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like me very much. That just leaves one person.

The Enigma.

The Unknown.

I’ve stated everything about me, thousands of times. I’ve never once had to falsify anything. The fact that people still need to rely on stealth and cunning to possibly get one over on me is simply…

Laughable.

Can, I don’t know a single thing about you. You haven’t made yourself a presence here. You’re showing up for what I can only assume is some sort of right of passage. You need to prove yourself to someone special out there. I don’t know what it is, or who, the bottom line here is just walk away while you can. I don’t want or need you to get yourself into a predicament that you cannot get out of or can’t handle. You are walking a very dangerous line to prove something. Trust me, I’ve been there. There was a time where I wanted to prove to everyone that I was the best, I got there eventually. I don’t foresee that for you in your future. I see the same thing I see for all three of you.

It won’t hurt I promise,

It’ll be over before you know it,

And just like that….

You’ll drift off.

Your dreams will be what you make them,

But reality will be far less appealing,

For you at least.