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Mike Emerick · (02-19-2016)

It was another cold day in Anchorage, Alaska, but not the usual chilly weather. This weather was bitter and frigid, causing even the most hardened of Alaskans to shiver. The skies were completely gray with clouds, but there was no snow or even rain. There is only ice, covering the streets in a cruel blanket. There is little to no activity on the streets, with the exception of one man. This man is old, worn down, and some say even broken from his experiences. He is as bitter as the weather around him, and for good reason. He was once known as Tony Murrow, owner of the Alaskan Coliseum gym and trainer of Pro Wrestling sensation, Mike Emerick. However, that man, M.E, the War Games winner, was gone. He had disappeared long ago, literally burning away, leaving only the old man and his gym. People from all over the world used to head to Tony's gym, hoping to receive training from the man who trained XWF superstar Mike Emerick, but with Mike's disappearance, those people were gone. Tony went from making hundreds to barely making pennies, needing Welfare to stay alive. On top of all this, he was having severe heart problems, needing to be hospitalized for a heart attack earlier this month. He recovered quickly, but as he closed down his gym as he did for years now, he knew it might be for the last time. He had come to terms with dieing, as he didn't have much to live for anyway, but there was one question that still plagued him,

Who would miss him?

???: Hello again my friend.

Startled, Tony jumped back, nearly slipping on a patch of ice. He looked around the barren surroundings, but he couldn't see anyone. He then faked a cough, trying to regain an iota of courage.

Tony Murrow: Who...who the hell's there? I don't know if you're too stupid to notice, but it's closing time! Get out before I shoot you! I have a handgun and I'm not afraid to use it against a creep like you!

He actually didn't have a weapon with him, but he hoped the treat alone would be enough to deter the voice. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness behind him. Tony turned around, and was amazed. Standing in front of him was none other than his pupil, Mike Emerick!

M.E: Did you not recognize my voice T?

Tony Murrow: How... how.... I apologize, friend, it's just that I haven't heard your voice in such a long time! I thought you were dead!

M.E: It's alright, I thought I was dead to, but now I feel more alive than ever.

Tony Murrow then began to examine M.E closely, and realized there were some abnormalities about his close friend. The most noticeable difference from Mike Emerick's usual look was the large black trench coat and sunglasses he wore.

Tony Murrow: Um... did you fly in from a pedophile convention? What's with the getup?

M.E laughed at this comment, but Murrow noticed the laugh was more cold and calculating then usual.

M.E: Oh, don't worry about my attire friend! It's just a new style, nothing more.

Tony Murrow: Well, I'll admit that the trench coat actually looks sharp on you, but take those glasses off! It's not sunny at all out here! Don't be the douchebag who wears sunglasses all the time!

Murrow then reached up to take off M.E's glasses, but as he reached up Emerick slapped his hand away. Murrow then clutched his hand, the sting nearly being unbearable. Mike then looked down at his trainer with a frown on his face

M.E: I said, don't worry about it.

Tony Murrow: Okay! Jeez... no need to slap so hard! Wait...

Murrow then noticed a can of gasoline in the right hand of Mike Emerick.

Tony Murrow: What the hell? Why do you have gasoline with you?

Mike Emerick then flashed a devilish smile.

M.E: I'm glad you asked Tony. You see, I'm going to use this can of gasoline to burn down the entire Alaskan Coliseum.

Tony Murrow: Wait, what?!

M.E: You don't understand? What a shame. You see, there is a poison in all of us. It lies in you, and it used to lie in M.E. That poison is weakness, and it plagues Mankind like a cancer. It keeps us from reaching our full potential, it keeps us from becoming who we really are. I, however, have been freed. When I was thrown into the raging inferno by Morbid Angel I felt pain, yes, but I also felt salvation. I felt the poison be burned away from inside me, I felt free. Then, thanks to a mysterious benefactor, I was able to survive the process of being forever strengthened, and while the pain still remains from the procedure used, it dosn't hinder M.E one bit. It only strengthens me, keeping weakness out. This gym, your pride and joy, like it or not, spreads weakness. Look at what maintaining it has done to you. It's broken you, made you weak, and is bringing you closer to death as we speak. I want to free you Murrow. Free you from suffering, free you from the poison in your veins, free you from this cursed place. Help me burn this gym down to the ground, and together we will rise to the mountain tops, saving countless others and becoming gods of a new world no longer plagued by weakness!

Tony Murrow: You can't be serious....

M.E: I am.

Enraged, Murrow slaps the deranged Emerick in the face.

Tony Murrow: You insane bastard! Do you know what you're asking me to do? You're asking me to burn down this gym I've worked day and night for since before you were even a sperm! I've poured my soul, my being, into the Alaskan Coliseum, and you're asking me to burn it to the ground? Over 50 years of work? FUCK YOU. I don't know what exactly happened to you in the fire, but whatever it did has changed you! This is not the M.E I know, this is someone who should rot in a insane asylum! You're not Mike Emerick, and you're sure as hell no friend of mine! Leave, spread your "weakness" garbage somewhere else!

Mike Emerick pauses for a moment, almost hurt by what his friend had to say to him, but he quickly goes back to his cold demeanor

M.E: I'm sorry friend, but it seems you are lost. The poison has fully consumed you, leaving you a shell of a man. I can see it in your eyes, you are in misery, agony, and I can't bare to see you in that state! I will free you from the pain, I will save you.

Tony Murrow: What do you me-

In almost a single motion, Mike Emerick drops the gasoline can and lifts up the old Tony Murrow, locking him in a Lifting Triangle Arm Choke! Murrow flails around helplessly, trying to break free of the hold, but it's no use. M.E is young and powerful, Tony is old and frail. Finally after a few more seconds, Tony goes limp, knocked out, but M.E keeps the hold locked in! He these walks over to the entrance of the gym, kicking it open. The gym itself is old and rundown, with exercise equipment catching dust. Emerick unceremoniously puts Tony down in the middle of the room, dropping him to the concrete floor. M.E then walks out the door and renters the gym, the can of gasoline firmly in his hand. Emerick begins to pour gasoline onto the floor of the gym, the equipment, and even on Tony Murrow! The smell of gasoline and the sensation of having it poured all over his body causes Murrow to snap back to consciousness. Murrow tries to get up and run, but he can't move. His whole body, with exception of his head and neck, is motionless. The drop onto the concrete must have paralyzed the old body of Murrow. Knowing his fate, he begins to cry. He was fine with the prospect of dying, but he didn't want to die like this! Burned alive by a psychopath, only ashes remaining. Nothing to bury, nothing to memorialize,

Nothing to miss,

M.E: Murrow, you've been a good friend for many years, and I respect you with my whole being. So, before you leave this twisted planet we call home, I want you to look into my true eyes.

Emerick then bends over to Murrow, staring face to face with the old man. He then removed his glasses, revealing the ugly scar across his eye. The burn mark was horrifying, to the point Murrow was slienced by it's severity. Nothing about M.E seemed human now, from his demeanor to his look.

M.E: Goodbye, T.

Mike Emerick then rose up, walking away from the paralyzed body of Tony Murrow, his hand in the pocket of his trench coat. Out of his pocket M.E pulled out a small zippo lighter and a match. He then lit the match and, outside the gasoline soaked building, tauntingly held the burning match over the flammable concoction, causing Murrow to beg for mercy.

Tony Murrow: NO! Please... show mercy! Don't do this!

Mike Emerick simply looked at his friend and smiled.

...

Mike Emerick slipped his glasses back on and walked down the cold streets of Anchorage. Behind him was a burning building.

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