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LH Harrison · (08-31-2014)

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LH Harrison opens his eyes to reveal himself laying in his own bed. He looks out of the side of eye to see that it's 10:00 AM. He has a broken nose and a wet rag across his forehead. He's burning up, but he throws the rag across the room. He stands up and rolls his neck around. He hits the floor and attempts to do some pushups but only gets about twenty in before his exhausted body gives in. He lays on the ground for a minute before slamming his fist down on the carpet. He sits up and walks into the other room. His wife is sitting in the living room with a novel in her hand. LH stumbles into the room and Jessica meets him with a distant gaze. She stands up and walks over to him and hugs him slightly.

How do you feel?

I feel fine.

Are you sure? You were in a car accident! And... and... they accused you of killing someone?! I never once even believed it. Your... brother works for the CIA as a secret under cover operations?

LH's brow furrows. He hadn't ever heard that before.

He's in the CIA?

Oh good. You didn't know either. I was afraid you had just kept that from me...

She crosses her arms and goes to sit down in the chair.

LH Harrison looks down and walks over to her. He extends his hand to her. She looks up at him with a painful expression but takes his hand. He lifts her up and kisses her on the cheek. He whispers in her ear.

I'm sorry. I... I'll explain all of it to you.

He sits on the couch with her and explains the entire situation in every detail.

Two hours pass by. LH Harrison is sitting in the living room of the house. Jessica actually understood the situation, and didn't blame LH for any of it. She kissed him and thanked him for letting her know it all. Even the weird message about three that he wrote in his fury on the ceiling.

LH sighs as he feels as though a 60 pound weight has been lifted off of his chest. He walks to the kitchen to fix a glass of water when his phone begins ringing. He sets it on the counter and sets it to speaker.

Hello?

Bro.

LH looks at the phone as he wasn't sure how this conversation was quite going to go.

Franky.

We need to talk.

You aren't lying.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about being in the CIA. I should've told you, but I was sworn to secrecy. You know how good of a shot I am? Well I'm sort of a special operations guy. I'm sorry bro.

LH shakes his head unable to know how he's supposed to feel about the situation.

Franky... I don't agree with your choice in occupation, but at least you're taking out bad men, right?

Always bro.

So that being said, how much do you know about what happened in Jackson?

All of it.

There's a brief moment of silence as neither knows how to proceed with the conversation. LH pours himself a glass of water and takes a drink of it. Franky finally clears his throat.

So, I have a lot of ties in Washington. You could say they owe me a lot from some of the targets I've... eliminated. I've gotten your name cleaned and it's going down as you were framed.

LH looks at the phone in shock.

I... I'm cleared?

Yes bro.

But I killed a man!

Everyone makes mistakes brother and I know that he attacked you under the implications that you raped his daughter. And I know you didn't do that.

I didn't. She forced herself upon me and then ran to her dad when I didn't reciprocate.

I'm sorry bro.

It's fine now. Thank you so much brother.

No problem. Get some rest. I'll talk to you later.

Hey wait. What happened to the southern accent?

Franky laughs.

I'm sorry to say bro that it was a ruse. It was part of my disguise.

Well you had me fooled Franky. I'll talk to you later bro.

See ya.

LH closes the phone. He looks straight ahead through the window above the sink in the kitchen. He sighs.

A Battle Royal. I know I've talked about them before, but I'm so excited about this style of match. There's just one issue with this match: it's a rookie battle royal.

LH slams his fist down on the counter.

Here I am in my third week of Monday Night Madness, and I can't escape the opening match or the rookie match. I got a chance at the PPV, and I blew it. I blew it. Not that misconception that I was believing. And at the Monday Night Madness, I will win this battle royal and claim my rightful place on the way up. Now let's see who else is in this match. First we have the good doctor. Now I've already addressed him, but I feel as though he's the biggest threat in this match. Well, I mean, if any of them are threats. It's like being the least

kid on the short bus. Granted you're smarter than the rest, but you're still licking the window sill. Now let's move on. Kaiser. You're a big, tall, slow-moving, slow-thinking, slow-breathing, slow-blinking, mouth-breathing idiot. I'm sure you'll probably just fall out of the ring on Madness.

LH goes to the living room of the house and begins looking out the window at the glorious day outside.

The next person on the list is someone by the name of Chris Fame. Now this guy came onto the scene spitting a lot of fire. He claims to be heard around the world and I've heard of his name. Although usually what I hear is him losing to his opposition, throwing a horrendous infant tantrum, and then leaving the organization for good only to rinse and repeat at the next location. No worries, after Monday, we'll probably never hear from this guy again. Ivan Faust is next, but uhh... what do I really say about a guy who hasn't displayed any attention into his debut match? You do know you wrestle Monday right? Kristen Silver. Well somebody give this girl a pacifier. If she cries anymore her friend may need to change her diaper. After all, it's not just her attitude that smells like putrid feces. James Shelby is... weird. He says his name is James Shelby yet his story seems the exact same as that Thomas Shelby guy from 'Peaky Blinders.' He even confuses his name for Thomas throughout his explanations. Talk about confusing.

LH shakes his head and leans with his back against the front door with his arms crossed and one leg over the other. He seems to laugh to himself.

So thus far we have an insane doctor, a giant moron, two infants, a man confused as to who he is, and a guy that hasn't spoken a word! But we're not done yet. Next we have Dakir... Dharir... well something like that. Like Faust, we know absolutely nothing about this guy as well. These guys are extremely lucky that this match isn't a decapitation match. Else there may be several heads rolling at the end of it. Then we have a guy by the name of Spike Hannigan which tells me nothing. I've seen his picture and he looks like a shrimp. He may just go over the top rope by a chop as tiny as he is. Well as cool as a name as Relik is, he's also not shown up to the party. We're looking at only about half of the competition is actually going to show up ready to go. Last, and well he could be least, we have Jack Henderson.

LH shrugs.

So many people aren't taking this match seriously. Granted I know they are rookies, but this is pathetic. I'm insulted by being put in a match with so many underdeveloped talents. Actually... I may just pick up Spike Hannigan and use him as a baseball bat to knock other talents over the rope. It could make for some fun eliminations. Oh! I almost forgot one guy.

LH smirks.

Darren Dangerous. Something tells me I won't have to worry about that mom-banging moron come time for this actual match. But I'll let you know.

A scary glint shows in the eye of LH Harrison.

Now I must leave you, but know this. I've fought odds my entire life while trying to Inspire the world. Whether doing mission trips in South America or trying to Inspire people in New York City, I never turned away, and I never gave up. And on Monday Night Madness, I will dominate the Battle Royal and move on to take on Gator at a time of my choosing.

Prepare yourself competitors in the Battle Royal.

Prepare yourself Gator.

Prepare to be Inspired.

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