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"The Wolf of Afghanistan" Joshua Schuler · (05-27-2017)

The Road to Gold... Act I

"Rage is Real"

Rage sometimes can be your friend or your enemy. Really can’t anything though? It is only a tool in our arsenal of emotions in life. Rage and I have a love-hate relationship. Sometimes the power of rage is exhilarating, like in a gunfight, or what now controls my rage, WRESTLING! In the wrestling world or more specifically the XWF Universe rage is typically my friend. As long as I can keep it under control and funnel it into my offensive strategy. I’ve come to find out for myself rage has no value on the defensive side of a fight. Calm, cool, and collected builds a stronger defensive in my experience. Exactly what Jim Caedus doesn’t want me to be, I am sure he would much rather my physique and psyche in chaotic distraught. No, no, no that won’t be me. Never could Jim Caedus break me down any more than the Corps and War already had. Even in the boiling rapids, I’m kayaking through in my head with Memorial Day right around the corner Jim Caedus won’t break down my walls. I will bend this rage and self-hate like steel in the forge of life into the perfect weapon and slay the Juggernaut known as Jim “Big Dick Daddy” Caedus. His reign as Universal Champion is coming to an end, the rage I’m bottling up and molding into strength, power, determination, will, and heart will be soul crushing! Never will Jim forget the rage, pain, devastation, and destruction Marines leave behind. Losing two of my squad members in one suicide bombing, amongst multiple injuries, and much suffering. Part of my soul drifted away that day and never returned. Jim Caedus will feel the loss. No, it will not be as great and painful. It will sting deep and forever be seared into that magnificent brain of his. I’ve fought for my brothers, next to my brothers, and now for my brothers. Those who gave their lives and those just struggling with the burdens of combat, I will lead. Charging through the fires of hell I will lead by example. Grasping my sword of RAGE, my reigns of LOVE, while mounted on a stead of HATE. I will conquer the Goliath Caedus and show all who suffer from evil. We can control our rage and hate from PTSD. Morphing the negative energy into positive and grasping life by the balls while marching forward in triumph! Never again will I show my bare ass and allow my rage to overpower my will and mind. No, not like I had during my return match. Where I performed in a rage filled shit storm not even making it to the final two. Why? Because I got sand in my vagina and have been slumping around like an overused tampon. Well, it's time this War Pig stops pussy-footing around and letting emotions get the best of him... Right about now is exactly when the XWF Universe needs someone to lace up their shit-kickers, toss on some athletic bottoms, strap a flak on, and start spreading some good ole fashion ass whoopins! With the XWF filled with treacherous and unconstitutional filth, it is only fitting the people of the XWF receive the RAGE of a real people's CHAMPION!
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2143
2017, May 25th
Grand Rapids, Michigan
Kensey Kane's Residence
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The scene opens up outside a small burnt brown two bedroom, single story with a basement home sitting on NE College Ave. Tucked nicely off of the road with back alley entrance and parking at the top of the largest hill in town. Not in the craziest or roughest part of town but still has it's crime mainly at night and toward weekends. The front of the property is decently landscaped with two medium evergreens, two large shrubs, a crab apple and a beautiful pink rose bush. A large full frontal porch made from solid oak eats up a twenty by twelve square foot section of the yard. The spacey porch is elevated with lattice blocking animals from turning underneath into their f-shack. The grass is almost knee high from all the tension and aggressions flaring from inside the home none of the chores have been done in a week or so.

Talking about tempers flaring and words cutting deep inside the small home of Kensey Kane, Bearded War Pig and her are in the middle of a heated argument. Obviously, Pig is in the wrong but will not see it that way with all the emotions from Memorial Day rising. His mind clouded from the past trauma, his present stress, and stress of multiple golden opportunities within a week of one another. No wonder all the small things have eaten away at the man's patience and of course, he'd attack the closest target. Not really the healthiest of actions before a huge match but Kensey was a strong woman and could handle a little abusive venting, well hopefully.

Kensey's eyes are bulging and wide as she shakes with anger. Grasping the nectar collector so tight making Pig feel as if she is pretending it is his cock. Bearded War Pig backs away slowly with a concerned look for his own safety. She ignores his pathetic flee attempt and ignites the map gas torch to heat the titanium nail. Dipping the smoking apparatus into the honey pot multiple times as she inhales a mammoth size cloud of concentrated THC. She repeats the process eight to twelve times before her shakes begin to slow and eventually fade away completely. Bearded War Pig assesses the situation again, this time perceiving the threat level to be lowered by two colors. Slowly Pig makes a couple steps back toward the new lady of his heart.

"Angel butt, please forgive me! I was taking out something that has nothing to do with you and that isn't right nor fair. Please accept my apology, I know I need to control this inner rage and hate. Sometimes it is a blessing to be reminded of what I've survived. Then others it becomes an enemy and causes me to hurt my loved ones that are still here. It's fucked up, I know, that's why I appreciate you so much!"

Kensey Kane: "You're lucky I don't rip your dick off with a pair of pliers! Seriously though you are lucky you are so damn cute, sorry HANDSOME! I know this time is rough on you, but you are strong, you're a survivor. Just concentrate real hard, focus on you, you want to make a legacy in the XWF. So do it. Quit being a sour Sally and put your big boy britches on and accept the past. Prepare in the present. Dominate our future!

"Damn babe you know I try my hardest. Sometimes my passion and love just will clash with the demons that are also loose inside. Then it stirs up shit and then everyone is fucking covered."

Kensey Kane: "Well then simply don't allow them to and if they do make sure that love and passion wins. You aren't the Monster you believe you are you are special. A kind hearted man who can take action against evil and stand for those who are too weak to stand for them selves. Take all that rage those demons built up in the big scary monster inside and let it fight your battles with you at the reigns."

"Fuck yeah doll face, you give me a motto boner, as well as any other kind of boner out there! Thank you so much for helping me on my journey to find the part of my soul I have lost. No more running from my demons to war zones, for now on my battles will be here in a ring! Dolly Waters will be my first step toward becoming whole again. Then on to the King of XWF Jim Caedus..."

Kensey Kane: "Damn right baby, everyone in the XWF is going to know the Rage is REAL!"

Just as Kensey Kane finishes her sentence and the smoking hot couple plant wet lips. Red and Blue flashing lights begin to rave through the darkened living room where the couple stands listening to music on Spotify with the PS4 while smoking bud and crumble. Pig's eyebrows rise in concern dreading the sirens and lights maybe for him. Since his life after the Corps hasn't been all choirboy and Boy Scout like. More shine cooking, gun running, and even drug trafficking when he wasn't overseas private contracting for corporations, politicians, and just spoiled rich fuckers. B.W.P licks his upper lip a little nervous as he makes his way over to the front window, which the lights seem to be beaming in from. Slowly with his eyes closed his hand pushes the vertical blinds to the side. Taking a deep breath before he opens his eyes.

Three regular Grand Rapids Police cars have blocked off a decent section of College Avenue. Just as Pig begins to wave Kensey over the police begin to exit their vehicles and pop their trunks. With the trunks open the officers begin to remove heavy armored vests and military grade weaponry. You know the very nice and sleek M13's most likely, just a newer and better quality M4. You know just a tactical 5.56 caliber rifle standard semi-automatic capable of fully automatic rates of fire. A weapon the police only draw if the crime in progress rates a violent threat level. Most likely shots fired, hostage, drug raid, violent felon search and seizure, or terroristic action. Well actually in this day and age it could just be a kid with a toy gun who wouldn't take his bath.

Just as Kensey makes her way to Bearded War Pigs side two more police SUV's slide in like they are stars in Tokyo Drift. Proceeding to tact up (Tactically suit up for the mission at hand) for warfare like the rest of the police on the scene already have. No more does worry weigh heavy on B.W.P as he noticed the police keeping their weapons aimed at a building right across the street and two houses down. More and more police continue to show up with more and more force as well. Kensey begins to grow in excitement from the sloppy cordon the police begin to set around their target.

“What the hell are these knuckle fucks taught in the academy? If that isn’t the sloppiest cordon I have ever seen? Shit I’ve worked with Afghani Police and Army, now that is telling you something. If third world goat herders can perform tactical procedures to reduce risk and threats better than our police. Hopefully we never see another war on our home front! Fuck. Maybe I should go see what the fuck is going on and maybe advise these douche nozzles.”

Kensey Kane: “I Thought we agreed you are done with the whole badass military I should stick my nose in every incident that goes on? Seriously just let the police do their jobs; you’ve done your own, mine, and enough for a whole city. Lets just have a relaxing night before we have to hit the road or air to make Savage wherever it is. Please?”

“Savage is in Oklahoma City babe. I’m going to at least see what is going on. We have two days to make it there; I have connections with private planes and helicopters. Don’t worry Doll nothing is going to happen I promise. Won’t even take a firearm with me.”

Kensey Kane: “You really are an asshole! If you are going out there you better take a weapon, I don’t trust those trigger happy bullies.”

“My forty is always on my hip sweetheart.”

Bearded War Pig gets up from kneeing on the futon and struts across the living room toward the side door in the kitchen. Before exiting he blows Kensey a kiss.

TBC...
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Fade in...

Kensey is walking around in circles and half circles recording her man and future X-Treme and Universal Champion in her eyes. Bearded War Pig is performing a circuit exercise that consists of minute rounds on the heavy bag, kettle bell swings, overhead squats, and pull-ups. This is all taking place in a newly finished basement transformed into a home gym in Kensey’s home. Sweat beads from Pig’s face as he breaths a little heavy finishing the course thirty seconds faster than his last run. Kensey flashes him a quick smile and thumbs up, letting him know he is live for the XWF Universe.

“Well hell I didn’t see you there, you bunch of swine lovers! I know it, you know it, and all the other superstars know the XWF Fan’s love them some swine. Jim Caedus hasn’t been able to see first hand what this little piggy can do! Hell I drug a busted down Ghost Tank through hell and back during a random partnership in a tag tournament. Even with a partner who was no better than a sack of rocks, I took Doctor Satan to the limits. You know one of them Doc Deville the man who brought The Kings back. The same stable that has been making AX3 look like a bunch of unorganized, worthless, and pathetic sperms rejected by the egg.

Everyone knows this already Jimmy, hell you showed the XWF Universe all of this. The weight of that belt around your waist is cutting off the blood flow to your brain. Why would you ever call you fellow brothers out in public? Showing the world when you start hiccupping your true colors. Just admit to us all the expectation has become to much for a man of your stature. No doubt you are a great, what concerns me is how long it took you to be great. How long did you have to work your way up the mountain?

Does it bother you that I make a losing return match and still just get handed a shot? It would kill me especially if I put in all that effort day and night. During shows and off shows training, preparing, eating right, and practicing mic skills. Only to have it all yanked out from under you by a man who hasn’t been seen or heard from in months? The whole time you were busting ass to obtain your goals here comes the only downfall to success...

The PLUMMET Down!

Which I promise for you is going to be one painful ride. You are a disgrace to the true heart and souls of this company the FANS! Now I know I’m not out kissing babies, rebuilding homes, or feeding the homeless. No I don’t do any of that, but when I step into that ring it isn’t primarily for me, no, it is for the people, for my brothers, and for every god damn freedom loving son of a bitch who loves Wrestling and loves America! Oh and Jimmy Balls don’t forget!

Oink, Oink Mother Fucker!”

Kensey Kane turns the camera back to her and blows a kiss before turning off the power.

Fade Out.

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