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Cadryn Tiberius · **05-26-2017, 04:59 PM**

Never judge a book by it’s cover..

(Continued from: Wrong again, friend!)

7:54pm - Friday - 5/26/17 - County Jail

As I recall the events that lead me to my current situation, I can’t help but wonder if Thomas Nixon might be onto something. Recently, he has called into question my sanity and suggested that I seek help after our match. I was already concerned over the fact that I seem to be slipping in and out of a persona that I made up, or at least thought that I made up. My concerns have proven to be justified along with Thomas Nixon’s. What began as inexplicably odd behavior has matured into a very real problem. As I sit in this jail cell with other various lowlifes, I can’t help but wonder how I ended up here. Why do I continue to put things, or in this case tube socks on my dick, and talk to them like they are my best friends? I’m not crazy and I never was the Cereal Killer, at least not for real. So why does this shit keep happening?

Maybe it’s because deep down, you realize that no matter which hat you decide to wear, you’ll always be an outcast.

Wait, what the fuck? Did somebody just respond to my inner monolog? I look around the cell, checking out my fellow inmates. We have the old drunk who is passed out on the floor. The typical biker looking guy with the shaved head whose arms are covered in tattoos, and a skinny black man who’s time in this cell probably has something to do with crack. I don’t say that because he is black either. I say it because the skeleton of a man looks more cracked out than Chappelle from one of those old crackhead skits.

Needless to say, none of these men seem to be the person who spoke to me. Just as I start to think that I may be full well losing my mind, there is a knock on the metal bars. I look over to see a man in jeans and a hoodie standing on the outside of the cell. We wiggles his fingers, waving at me in the most effeminate way possible. That’s when I notice the odd thing about him. His head is that of a lizard.

Oh my God, you people are real?

What do you mean YOU PEOPLE?

Oh great, here I am meeting my first actual lizard man, and the first thing that I do is offend him. For a guy who prides himself on being a real man, I sure don’t feel like one in this moment.

I’m sorry, It’s just…

No worries, I know that it’s a bit shocking meeting one of us for the first time.

I stand up and walk over to the cell door. I figure that the proper thing to do in this situation would be to extend my hand and ensure that my new friend feels like a welcomed part of society. The lizard man looks down at my hand for a second, then back to me. He grips my hand firmly as we shake.

So, what brings you around these parts?

I heard what happened at the mall, and how you were arrested for indecent exposure. So naturally I came to bail you out of jail.

But I don’t even know you. Why would you want to bail me out?

The lizard man reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He turns the phone towards me with a video of Thomas Nixon's latest promo playing on it.

Because of this man.

Really, Thomas Nixon asked you to bail me out of jail?

No, Nixon has no idea that I’m here. I’d be hard pressed to believe that he is even aware of your situation. He’s too busy doing what he always does. Exploiting my people for his own benefit.

Wait, you don’t like Nixon? I thought that he was a champion of the lizard people, fighting to end their oppression?

Yeah, and do you know why you think that? Because Thomas Nixon constantly brings up my people in his promos for a wrestling company. He claims that he is trying to spread awareness and end the oppression of my people, but in reality, he is just exploiting my people to draw attention to himself and further his own career.

I can’t believe it, but then again, if this is coming from one of the lizard people that Nixon claims to represent, then it must be true. That’s it, I’m fired up now boys!

It’s a common misconception around the XWF, a fallacy, if you will. The fact that one man, has one job, and is limited to one style.

Wrong.

Let’s get this out of the way real quick. I appreciate everything you said about me, Thomas. I appreciate that you were able to attend my match with Caedus, and I appreciate the fact, that you, like myself, thought I was emerging victorious once more. Though the outcome was less than desirable, I still take solace in the fact that I am one of only 3 men to put a notch in the belt of Jim Caedus.

Now, Thomas, let’s get down to business, shall we?

I feel the need to clarify a few things, because, I’d hate for your attempt at defacing my legacy to go unanswered.

I’m a legend.

A second generation superstar with the God given talent to go as far as the eye can see. Further than anyone can imagine, for that matter. So when you attempt to slander my career, to slander my choices, it’s high time the gloves come off.

Do you ever get bored, Thomas? You live such a mundane existence, I know this because I was once just like you. Boring, out dated, miserable. Miserable in an existence that I knew only I could change. Do you know what I did, Thomas? I put on my big boy pants, and I changed my life for the better. You accuse me of being a man who has no grasp on the logical. No conceivable knowledge of who or what I become, as if I’m inflicted with some type of sickness. Well, partner, you couldn’t be more wrong.

You, like the rest of the world, mock my relationship with The Kings™. You watch the videos, you read the stories, and you make your assumptions. And I’ll be honest, from the outside looking in, I can see where you’re coming from. It would be inconceivable to think myself a King, like the others. I understand that better than anyone can ever hope to, because I know what goes on behind closed doors. However, friend, when is the last time you saw a legend like Doctor Louis D’ville paling around, voluntarily, mind you, with someone he didn’t have a shred of respect for? You’ve never seen that, is the correct answer, Thomas. I provide a service to The Kings™ and though it isn’t much, it is enjoyable. It’s enjoyable to me, and it’s enjoyable to The Kings™. So, believe what you want to about my relationship, like the rest of the world, you will be proven wrong in time.

Do you know why I am where I am in the XWF currently, Thomas? Oh, and incase you’re not sure where I am, It’s #10 on Heyman’s Power Rankings with the rest of the well deserved talent in this company. I’ve got 2 title shots less than a week apart, dude. You and I both know that doesn’t happen to everyone. I am in the position I am in because I am just that damn good. You question my stability, and my ability to play just one position of the field, when it’s well known that I’m as well rounded as they come. If my services as Jester are required, then that is where my mindset shall be. If my services as The Essence Of Excellence are required, than that is where my mindset shall be. Calling me crazy for having the ability to adapt to any given situation is narrow minded, and possibly the most unintelligent thing I’ve heard you say so far, Thomas. Why exclusively play Shortstop when you’re just as proficient playing Center Field? Having the ability to adapt is an attribute, wouldn’t you agree?

Ah, but you don’t, apparently. You’d rather me take a page from your book and follow a single cause, a sole reason to exist, a reason you for some reason believe is paradigm. Newsflash, kid, it isn’t. Even the people that you claim to represent see right through you.

It’s funny that after I called your bluff and told the world about the real you, you fired back attacking my virtues and my dedication. I don’t think I’m high and mighty, Thomas. Do I look like the type of guy to go around playing God, or worse yet, failing at such? Negative, friend. I speak from the heart everytime I open my mouth, and that’s just something you can’t seem to handle, now isn’t it? Tell me something, is it the crippling loneliness, or the fact that you’ve practically failed at advancing your cause at every turn? Regardless, I never said anything about living paycheck to paycheck. I may had said I do it for the paycheck, but I never mentioned being in poverty. At least, not anymore. It’s ironic that you accuse me of being the type of guy to challenge a man's beliefs and his virtues, because all you’ve done lately is return that favor. To provide for others does make you a better person. It does a wonder for one's psyche to see the look on your family's faces when you can give them what they want out of life. The gleam in your wife’s eye when you surprise her with a bouquet of roses, or a new necklace. The wagging of your dog’s tail when you can give her a new chew toy, or some new treats. The fact of the matter is, you’re jealous. I have everything you’ve ever wanted, and you’re doing your best to taint my name in the name of envy. You’re right though, Thomas. A hard life doesn’t make you a better person by default. It does, however, help to shape you into a better person and to break the mold of the man you once were, opening an entirely new chapter in your life.

Undermining my credibility?

Hurting my perception?

Did you have a stroke? There isn’t one ounce of that happening anywhere in my life. First of all, my credibility is at an all time high. I’ve managed to follow through on the promises I’ve made recently, and will ensure that it continues to happen. Barney Green, Jack Cain, I made those men promises that they wouldn’t walk out of our match victorious, and guess what?

They didn’t.

As for my perception? I’m going to go ahead and assume that you mean the perception of others when in reference to me, Cadryn Tiberius, and not my actual perceptions of myself. Well, Thomas, it’s time for a little lesson, bud. I’ll never be able to control the way others perceive me. If you believe you have the ability to control what those around you think about your overall existence, you’re sadly mistaken. People will hate you because they’re jealous, or angry, or what have you. Oppositely, people will love you just because. That’s what makes free will so intriguing. People will perceive you as they choose, regardless of how you perceive yourself. That’s a nickels worth of free advice, pal.

There is no chemical imbalance at play, there is no mental disorder, or sickness. The only entity at play here is my own desire and my own dedication to be the best regardless of the category.

I’ll never limit myself to one life, when I can live the lives of many.

As Cadryn wraps up, the cell door unlocks.

Go get’em tiger!

Cadryn nods to the lizard man before confidently walking out of the holding area. As soon as Cadryn is out of sight, the lizard man reaches up and removes his cheap latex lizard mask.

Idiot!

Yep, if you guessed that it was Micheal Graves, you guessed right. Why would Graves get involved with this match? Maybe he wants Cadryn focused on the TV title and not his Trios belt. Or maybe Graves is just upset that Thomas Nixon didn’t accept that Candy Van Daycare sponsorship deal. Whatever the case may be, our hero is off and ready to bring the fight to Nixon on Savage.

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