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Nightmare · **09-01-2013, 03:44 PM**

With the order of demons gone Nightmare has been roaming the wilderness of the unknown. He is focused now on his wrestling more than ever before but his failure to defeat the spaceman Mr. Supernova to become the Television Champion has made him reassess his situation within the world of wrestling.

The feeling of failure is something that he has rarely had to suffer before, and the sick feeling of pressure in being unable to hold up his end of the deal with the Brotherhood by bringing more gold to the group has been eating away and his thoughts. The group has a mission to change the face of things around the XWF forever but to do that they need to be successful.

Nightmare has had his good share of success within the company but so far his has failed with the final step of taking the gold, but why?

Every time Nightmare steps into the ring with an opponent whether it is Mr. Supernova, Luca Arzegotti, Sid Feder or The Senator he always breaks them, they are always a broken mess by the end of the match but there is something that Nightmare is missing, something stopping him getting over the line. What is it?

Nightmare is relentless. it is constant pure aggression and strength in every match. Beating and pounding away on his opponents leaving them like I have said bruised and battered just like he will leave his opponent this week Tony Santos.

The problem I feel is that Nightmare plays by a certain set of rules, Rules that other competitors may not abide by thus giving them an advantage when they are up against the beast. The rules I will not share with you as it may have a negative affect on what will be happening shortly.

You see Nightmare will be making some changes, the brutality of his combat style will be increased, the rules that had been set in place within his own mind will be removed and even great success will follow.

Nightmare has lost matches due to his opponents using weapons or foreign objects some may prefer when Nightmares only weapons he would use would be his body. His feet, His hands, his strength and his mind, it is time for this to change and for Nightmare to focus more on himself and his and the brotherhoods goals rather than the rules that the order of demons had forced upon his consciousness cause him to lock them away in his mind to use for all of his endeavours. Rules are there to be broken of in this case forgotten as if they never were in power at all.

“Tony Santo’s this Monday you will face me, Nightmare, your Nightmare. Your time in the XWF so far may have been fruitful but that fruit has been sat around for too long it has become rotten and it is now time to throw out the trash, to throw out the rotten fruit.

There is only one way an event such as this will conclude and that is with you in a heap and excruciating pain. No matter what it takes I will put you in that place. My strength is greater, my ferocity is greater and my mind is more powerful. The intelligent would see that this is a one sided match up of great proportions. A David vs Goliath match you could say but as I have made perfectly clear, The David in this situation it Tony Santos and he will not rise up against all odds to defeat the monster”.

Nightmare turns towards his apprentice Chris Macbeth who was stood to his side. Macbeth took a drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the floor and stepping on it twisting his leather shoes to make sure it was fully out.

“I think I may head back to the XWF soon, It’s going to be great to get back into the ring and beat on some fools like I used too.”

“You have been away for a long time my apprentice, there is no need to rush.”

Macbeth roles his eyes slightly as he pulls another cigarette out of the pack and lights it up.

“Don’t worry about me, you should be concentrating on breaking that Santo’s guy in two. Plus I have a plan.”

Nightmare looks down to the ground and shakes his head in slight disappointment that his apprentice is ignoring his advise.

“Don’t worry, your part of the plan as well.”

The masked monster looks back up at Macbeth who takes a drag of his cigarette and exhales the smoke before showing of his pearly white teeth with a big grin.

You can tell by Nightmares eyes that he doesn’t look to impressed with Macbeth's slight cockiness towards his in ring return but he cant hide the fact that he is intrigued about the plan his apprentice had been cooking up.

“So this plan of yours, will you run it by me seeing as I am involved?”

“Not right now, I have some I’s to dot and T’s to cross.”

“You do realize U was a night demon. I used to stake peoples dreams and that if I really wanted to I could look into your mind and find out everything about this so called plan.”

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“Yes, but you wont.

Macbeth shows of a cheeky grin again as Nightmare begins to get a little annoyed. Macbeth can sense this.

“Look, don’t worry ok. Everything will be fine and I will share all information with you as soon as I have it fully sorted. You don’t have to do that crazy mind reading thingy on me ok.”

Nightmare nods his head again and turns away to get himself focused for his match on Monday Night. Macbeth smiles and turns away in the opposite direction flicking his cigarette to the ground again.

Sometime later – Location Unknown.

We are now in a dark room in an unknown location. There is water dripping from the ceiling leaving a couple of puddles in random locations on the cold concrete floor. The walls are damp and covered in moss. There is a single brackets hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room that a punch bag hangs from. The man we know has Nightmare his throwing strong punches into the bag, which almost bends in two on every strike

With ever punch the bag buckles and the bracket creaks. Looking at the state of the rest of the room you would think it wouldn’t take a lot of power to break the bracket from the ceiling but for now it is still holding on under the power of Nightmare.

There is nobody else in the room, just Nightmare on his own trying to prepare himself for his match up with Tony Santos.

Nightmare counts with every punch up till nine. before he swings a low roundhouse kick to the bag on ten. He would then begin again.

One..(punch)…Two…(punch)…Three…(punch)…Four…(punch)…Five…(punch)…Six…(punch)…Seven…(punch)…Eight…(punch)…Nine…(punch)…Ten…(Kick)…

One…(punch)…Two….(punch)…

And so on.

Nightmare was completely focused to this routine his attention not being distracted at all. His thoughts were solely concentrating on being ready for Monday Nights showdown.

Without being arrogant he was confident he could despatch his opponent with not to many problems but there was always the facts playing in the back of his mind that he has had his set backs in the XWF so far.

Before it was different though, or it felt different to him.

Before he was answering to the powers, doing there bidding. Now he is doing this for himself and The Brotherhood who are also pulling the same way as him, with their mutual goals.

The powers would make his competing in the XWF almost impossible. There distractions were catastrophic to his attempted rise to the top of the business and then final take over of the XWF.

There gone now, he and his apprentice are now going to do it there way. His apprentice Macbeth had finally spilled the beans on his plan, and to Nightmare surprise it seems pretty sound, pretty well thought out.

Maybe his doubts about Macbeth were wrong all along.

Nightmare throws one final punch onto the bag, which causes the bracket to snap from the ceiling and fall with a loud thud to the hard ground below. He slowly walks over and lifts up the large punch bag and carries it out of the room.

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