Sometimes its easy, taking the breaths, going through the motions. Life can be a gift, and sometimes it can be the worst misery. I can say that I've lived both ends of the cycle, seen my peaks and my valleys. But where am I now, I sit on this ledge, my legs dangling, a cigarette and a bottle of Captain Morgan, and I think, Life is Good Today. The silhouettes of this city, the birds in the sky, the soft breeze, and for once I really am thankful for everything I have, and regret nothing I've done. Its just crazy, to think that we live these lives, every single day, and we have survived for all these years, just to share these moments with the people we care for. With the people who have accepted us, changed us, and who we can depend on to be there, tomorrow, or in the next ten years. I've had some amazing adventures, I've loved, lost, and learned, and there isn't a second that goes by that I am not thankful for the ride Ive been on.

This ones for you guys, who have shared these breaths.

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July 23rd, 2014 - Raleigh, North Carolina

As the headlights from Nick's Pick-Up Crew head off into the distance. Another set of headlights flickers on in the distance. The car slowly moves up the road and rounds the corner into the parking lot of the warehouse yard. The lights above flash on and off, as if receiving some sort of interference as the car passes. All black, a Mercury Grand Marquis. The car rolls to a stop in the center of the mess, bodies lie unconscious in the lot, the lines of cars now burning. A few moments pass but eventually the door opens. The man who steps forth isn't the most official looking, he wears a black leather vest with a gray hood, black boot cut jeans and a pair of Vans. His hair is slicked back, almost wet looking, as the camera zooms in we can see that there are some imperfections on the skin of his arm, but the man looks younger than Zoey. He shuts the door of the car and steps towards one of the bodies on the other side of his car. He kneels down next to the body, that for some reason has already begun decomposing, the skin on the face has been peeled back to reveal the teeth already cracking, as if drying out like a peice of wicker furniture. He shakes his head, reaching into the mans pocket and taking a blank card from his pocket. It is at this moment a second man opens the passengers side door. This man is dressed in blue, an overcoat with the sleeves cut off, a belt across his chest holding a set of pistols in place. His pants are much like the Tripp pants of the early millenia, but there too are belted multiple weapons, a knife, an another pistol. His hair is shorter, but swept over his right eye.

Man #2 - Poor Bastards, what you think Drake?

The first man scoffs for a moment as he walks across the lot towards another body, it too decomposing at an exponential rate.

Drake - I Dont know, Zeke. No sign of the weapon either.

"Five is gonna fuckin' kill us."

Drake scoffs as he shakes his head, grabbing the last key card from another one of the bodies.

"Well we have, Thirteen, Twenty Four, and Twenty Nine, Ashes.

Zeke's eyes open wide, he catches his breath momentarily, a look of pure shock written on his face.

"Your Fucking Kidding, Someone Got Thirteen? He was like, a gaurdian wasn't he?"

"Yeah, whoever was here, is definitely serious, look at that door."

The two men step towards the gigantic bay door, brought down off the hinges, a huge indent at the bottom where two bodies crashed into it. The hinges on both the door and the building completely destroyed.

"I think we've got a rogue, send the report up to Five and see who else is working the area."

"You think it was one of us?"

"Had to be, just some punk couldn't take out three JV's. Whoever this was, they've got to be in the system."

"What about the Weapon?"

Drake strokes his chin hair momentarily, considering the absence of the truck, and the burning vehicles at his front.

"Figure out if we had a drone in the area, run the tapes back and figure out a fix location on where the truck could have been headed, and see if you can't pull up something with facial recognition."

"FR is shotty at night time, unless the Drone got a straight look at whoever it was I Doubt we'll be able to name anyone."

"Well get on the phone, we've got a long night ahead of us."

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Present Day. New York City, New York.

Its been a while since I've seen Nick this on edge, it seems like he's always looking over his shoulder. He says he's got something he wants me to see, some people he wants me to meet, but if whoever it might be is the reason Nick is acting so weird maybe I would be better off not meeting them. The hotel, the Legendary Plaza, is a few blocks from the venue, the veiw from here is great. It almost makes me want to move into a place right here in the city. But thinking about it now, why would people want to wake up in a studio apartment, walk down fifteen flights of stairs and walk straight into a crowd of busy, rude, stinking individuals. Nick says its really a waste of time, stay where I'm at the scenery is nicer. As we walk across the plaza towards central park I can't help but notice the shocking amount of pure hipster trash that has infested the streets of this city. I'm trying to think of the last time I was here and I dont think it was this bad, McKayla no doubt would love this, she has a thing for these type of kids.

We cross the street and head into central park, summer here isn't really that bad, people jogging, biking, kids playing catch near the Wollman Ice Rink. The Zoo is busy today, This place alone probably makes more money than the entire city of Raleigh. We head down the walking paths, passed a bunch of women training with some buff black guy, those guys for some reason always yell for no good reason. Not Black people, I meant personal trainers but you knew what I meant.

"Nick where the hell are we going?"

"Jacob told us to meet him at Bethesda Fountain. He's got something that might answer our questions about that Scalar weapon we found."

Since a couple of weeks ago, Nick and I have been looking up all the information on Scalar tech that we can find. Its normally detonated in the upper atmosphere and can send half of any country back to the stone age. Its built to fry out all electronics, why a bunch of Irish punks would want something like that is beyond me. Nick assured me it went deeper than that, but if that was the case I really didn't want to know about it.

We Stepped down the steps towards the Fountain, Jacob was standing down by the fountain, he was a little shorter than Nick was, long brown hair swept across his face. A purple My Children My Bride shirt and a pair of Purple zippered Skinnies. He didn't look like anyone too serious but to hang around with someone like Nick I shouldn't second guess him. He hung up the phone and turned to Nick, shaking his hand and nodding his head at me.

Jacob - Its been a While Cagero, I wish when we saw each other it was under easier circumstances.

"I know it, Jacob I want you to meet Zoey, she's been working the South East with me for a while."

He looked me up and down for a moment, raising his eyebrow dubiously before arrogantly nodding his head.

"She a good kid?"

"I'm alright."

"I'm Jacob, Ive been hanging around this salty bastard for longer than I care to remember, got me out of a couple tight spots, if your running with him you got to be out of your mind, good to meet you."

He shakes my hand and waves for the both of us to follow him. The bathrooms are underground, a set of large archways leading down to a deck underneath the Terrace. There are a set of tables set out for people to sit down, he leads us over and sets his phone down on the table. As Nick and I Take our seats Jacob begins pulling up information on his phone, pictures, and history.

"Alright man, so what do we have figured?"

"Nick, I wish I could tell you something good, but with JV still active, I can't say for sure, just browsing this type of information could land us on some sort of list in their database. From what we thought was just an IRA/Italian hand off looks to be a front for something bigger, I think you dipped your fingers back into a pot you didn't expect."

"Yeah no shit, those guys are serious, stronger than anyone I've ever seen."

"Does she know?"

"Not the Full extent, but she knows enough to move forward."

"Zoey, in the early Millenia, even back to the late 90's world governments have been banding together to try and make the allies have just a bit more superiority over any who might be taking shots at them. For the longest time conspiracy theorists thought we were preparing for some sort of Alien Invasion, said there would be no other reason for experiments like this to be happening unless we were preparing for something other than humanity. They genetically altered the bodies of Soldiers during the War of Terror, alot of these men went crazy, you saw them in the news, read about them in the magazines but you never really got the entire story, these men went crazy, because of the drugs and the therapy that was being admitted to them by our goverments. Others, killed themselves over the trauma, see, these men were drafted and made into sleeper agents, pushing the new age agenda to keep the War on Terror going. The attacks in London, Istanbul, Russia, even the Boston Bombing last year, are all people working for Jamais Vu. The put it off of course, sell a story to the media and watch as the people ask for more and more of their freedoms to be taken away. In fact, you remember Chris Dorner?

"Yeah I remember that name..."

"Number Eleven, they give you a civilian name, usually one that is cohesive to the high energy life that you have to live to be able to handle the treatment, one thing that the system did, was run the program on adrenaline, which is why they had to start drafting people like Nick here, to make the program work."

As I sat there listening to him, I had to try to grasp everything that was happening. I held my head, trying as hard as I Could to really fully comprehend what he was saying.

"So how... Did you make it out?"

"I ran, saw the program for what it was, alot of people got killed in those days, we went to war with a pharmaceutical company that was the front for much of the programs labs. It was only after they believed me and my friends to be dead that they backed off."

The two shared a glance, then a moment of silence. I felt the tension, whatever it was that happened to Nick before I met him must have been pretty serious. I knew what it was like to lose friends, war teaches you all kinds of things you dont expect it to. I put my hand on Nick's again, rubbing his thumb with mine. Jacob looked back and forth at the two of us as Nick turned and Smiled.

"So what do we do about this? We got the weapon, but taking it apart is going to be a hell of a chore without someone experienced."

"I Know and I'm still working on finding a technician but frankly I think its going to be hard, by now they've no doubt blanketed their system, searching for the same type of people. Dropped into every cell phone and land line, email and social network to try and find out just who's got their weapon. We have to just keep our ears to the ground on this one, its going to take alot of footwork but I think we can do it, I've got a couple people out there right now. The thing you have to know about this Scalar tech, is that when it goes off it blankets an entire area in a complete black-out, Im talking everything, down to the ham radio you guys keep in your basements. Whoever is trying to use this is trying for something big, I'm talking bigger than anyone is ready for. Could be the start of.... i dont know.

"So what is it that you want us to do? Do we just sit around and wait for you to tell you bring it to you? And when that happens, how should we do it? If these people are who you say they are we are gonna look pretty fucking stupid rolling down the interstate in their Stolen Duece-and-a-half."

"I'm working on that, no doubt we will just have to come to you and dismantle it ourselves, but the one thing you cannot do is let these people find it, or find you, Zoey, Nick can protect you but I think you'll find yourself a little outmatched by these guys, especially the upper numbers.

Once again the two share another timid look, Nick face-palms, shaking his head.

"She held her own man, She's pretty quick this one, believe me I've been putting her through alot."

"Oh Man, dont tell me she's another one of your pet projects, Zoey he's been through this before, once you get wrapped up in that wrestling shit its over for you."

"Its a good cover, no one expects your to live that loud."

"Touche I suppose, but be careful, this shit could go tits up pretty fucking quick."

"Right, I think we're ready."

"Is she?"

"I'm stronger than I look Man, you just worry about finding us that technician, Nick and I are pretty good about keeping our heads down, just contact us when you find out something."

"Heard that, here, I'm sending all the information to your phone, download it to you laptop and look it over. Maybe you can make some sense out of what JV has on their plates, because to me its mind boggling.

Nick's phone beeped a couple times and he checked it. Nodding his head at Jacob before tucking the phone into his pocket. We stood up from the table, both of us shaking Jacob's hand before stepping back outside. The sun was bright, not a cloud in the sky, it was weird how something like this could happen. Scalar tech, in that moment I saw it, New York black. Buildings burned and people screamed in the distance, just like I remember. I heard that baby crying, the confused chatter in some foreign language, I heard them screaming my name. Quicker than it came on I had to shake it off. Nick was gripping my shoulder, I had stumbled against the wall.

"Zoey! You Okay?"

"Yeah, I got it, Im alright."

I hadn't lied to Nick like that, the fact of the matter was I felt like I was losing the plot. I was quiet the rest of the walk home, I could barely hear him talking over the muffled sound of tanks rolling, and helicopters flying overhead. I knew they were only in my head, but somehow I couldn't get it out. Its okay Zoey, You Survived, You lived and your fighting. You Have to Win... For everyone who Can't Anymore.

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-The Shoot-

A Slow Fade, Zoey sits in the living area of the suite high above the streets of New York City, her floor to ceiling windows casting the silhouettes of the New York Skyline inwards. The sun is low on the horizon, and Zoey sits by herself, a glass of brown liquid at her side, a couple of ice cubes floating. McKayla walks through the shot momentarily, flipping the camera off, making no eye contact as she passes. Zoey rolls her eyes and takes the last hit of her cigarette and flicks it into the air.

"You know its been a while since I've been in a place this fancy. People like me usually dont get this type of treatment when they go places, but I guess thats just one of my new reasons to love what I do. Life is good today. Got a drink in my hand, an amazing view, and money in my pocket. All thanks in part to the generosity of the XWF. Since I stepped through the doors of this company a month ago, I can say that I have changed alot, well maybe not, but I have a renewed sense of purpose, if this is the life I could have been living all this time, I wonder why I Hadn't thought of all this sooner. I guess it takes the help of a good friend to stick his neck out there and get you doing something better. Now, I can't say everythings in order yet, but judging by where I am now, by comparison to where I was a couple weeks ago, I can say I notice one hell of a change. My sister and I are finally. Making it, and no matter how pointless she thinks this is, I know what the fuck I'm doing.

Can any of you say the same thing? I am willing to believe that some of you walking around those locker rooms are second or even third generation, I know my mentor Nick, is a Cagero, people like him only know this life. He would probably say otherwise, but the fact remains that people like you guys have had it somewhat easy, whether or not you've chosen to strike out on your own, like Nick, or ride the coat-tails of your predecessors is really none of my business. But from someone who is just now stepping up from the outside, I can say its made me realize a couple things about people like you. Have you ever had to really, truly, work for anything in your lives? I mean sure, you went through the training, you sweat and you bleed just like any of us, but was it just handed to you? Your name? Your Fame? I said once before that, Fame and Fortune isnt the reason I was here. But Hell, look at where I am, its hard to stand by that statement after reaping some of the rewards of this luxurious business. In my heart though, I am here to better myself, and make something. What can you say your here for?

Its hard for any of us to really say why we are here, but we all share the same thing, the love for adrenaline, wouldn't you agree? And this week I am sitting before you with a promise. You Will Feel It. Those moments when everything comes into focus, whether for the better or worse, those moments when you can actually feel the energy of that crowd, the energy of the people standing in the ring with you. I felt it for the first time last week, and Oh Damn, When I hit The Blaster Jack, and pinned Mastermind for the 1,2,3, I heard that crowd explode. Its better than anything I Have ever felt before, you do feel it rise up like a storm. The most adrenaline I've felt in.... a long time. Sigh... But I have to get that out of my head. This business has openned up an entire world of possibilities for me. I've been approached by companies wanting to hand me money to sell their shit. Would be nice if I was that kind of a sell-out, no doubt there are names of some of us floating around some Toys-R-Us somewhere. Aaron Reigns for example is VERY Toyetic.

Gator is as well, what with all the color, the mask and the shitty one liners, I can see someone making a plushy out of you, with one of those strings in the back so you can pull it and it'll say.... Uhhh.. Fuck something you'd say. And I think that says alot about the person you are, a Plushy, softer than a pound-cake. But I think thats all been said before. And who am I to judge? Hell, you could be the one person in that ring that actually makes an impact. But I'll remember this. And when the time comes for all the talk to be done, you better have your fucking batteries charged. This match could go so many different ways, its crazy to think about. Aaron came out to fight, and it seems like the only two people on your team ready for anything is you and the Cup of Yogurt standing in your corner. Talking about what kind of God he is... Jesus fucking Christ could this kid be any more egotistical.

I dont mind so much that you referred to me as... who again? Aphrodite? Yeah, the XWF wishes I could fill the peoples need for a slut. But once again, thats not me, not my image. And the fact that all anyone has done this entire week has laid compliment after compliment on me, holy shit I feel like the only taco at the sausage fest... oh Right, I am. Don't burn your mouths boys, because this chick is already on fire. And if you think that I can't throw down with the guys, just ask Mastermind, he stepped into that ring last week, unprepared, figuring he would just walk out with an easy victory over the new chick. But if you asked him today, I wonder what he would have to say. He had so much to say about Mark Flynn this week, perhaps trying to make up for the fact that he got his ass handed to him by 115 pounds of Destruction. Doesn't seem like alot does it? Until its coming right at you. I truly think you underestimate me, think that if you hit on me enough I'll back off, but once again, thats not me. Not by a long shot Kid.

To Those of you brave enough to step into the ring this week, just know that I am not backing down, and I do not intend to dissapoint. You come to the ring, you share this time, these moments with me, and I shall remain greatful, at the end of the day all I can really and truly hope for, is someone to give me a good fight, to show me my limits, to push me harder than I have before. This match may or may not be the corner stone of our careers, but it will be one that we will remember."

Zoey smiles to herself as she takes the final drink of the liquor in her glass. The camera pans to the window, the sunset. Fade to Black