Its quiet. I like the quiet. Ever since Noah and I became partners, it has been…. Loud. Loud enough that I can’t hear myself think. So loud in fact that I needed to get away. Noah’s not a distraction, he’s a welcome ally in this business, but sometimes you need to venture off alone to make things better. This is by no means a dissolution of the Sick Cunts, quite the contrary. This is a rising tide lifts all boats.

The more I stand out, the more recognition Noah get. The more the lights shine on us, the more this company will listen to us. It wasn’t hard to make Noah aware that I was going after singles gold so hard, he understood. I never once put that above any of our matches together. After we were so blatantly screwed out of the Tag Title Tournament, I needed something else to get us there.

That is where the X-Treme title comes into play. All I have to do is hold onto this thing for three weeks, and boom. Noah and I catapult to the front of the line. I guess that’s why I’m here.

I know it’s not the nicest of places, but it has all of the essentials. Cable, bathroom, bed, fridge, and most of all internet. You could call it my own personal doomsday shelter. Suddenly I heard a rapid knock on the door.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

It echoes throughout the room. It shocked me at first because only one person on the planet knew where I was. I opened the door of the panic room.

It opened up to a large room. Revealing that the panic room itself is literally just four walls hastily built in the middle of the living room of my home. I walk to the front door and open it. Standing there is Noah.

“Hey Dad.” Noah barely acknowledges me as he walks right past me. “Where the bathroom?” I point towards the room and then this happens.

Dammit Vita

I run into the panic room and grab the title belt. I hug it closely. My fingers are turning white as I grasp it close.

“God Dammit Noah! What did I tell you about bringing people here? Better yet what did I tell you about coming here?” I hastily shoot a look towards Vita standing there shrugging.

“Not to come here until the job is done.” I nod and motion for more information. “This is a big deal for us, and if anything or anyone puts that into jeopardy we need to naturalize the cunt.”

“Right. And what just happened?”

“Vita tried to steal the title…”

“And what do we do to people who attempt that?”

Noah looks over to Vita, and puts his head down. “I’m sorry Vita.” I grab a folding chair from the ground and slowly make my way towards Vita. Every step I take towards her, she takes two backwards. I know Vita can hold her own in the ring, but here in my home she looks lost and panicked.

“Sorry….. I did….I didn’t know…” Vita finally reaches the wall behind her. She frantically looked around and saw the front door through the foyer. Without hesitation she bolted for the door. She’s got some fight in her, but right as she made it to the opening, Noah turned around from the corner wearing a “Purge” style LED mask. He tilted his head in a way that reminded me of Michael Meyers. Vita stopped dead in her tracks as I slowly walk towards her. She grabs Noah by the shirt and tries to move him, but cannot.

“I’m Sorry.” Noah said with deep bass in his throat. He removes her hand from his shirt, as I get closer and closer holding the folding chair. She whips around to see me mere feet away. She turns to Noah, who now has a throaty chuckle.

“Sit Down Vita.” I quickly unfold the chair and place it down inside of the living room near the foyer. “Why are you running?”

“Yeah, what don’t you like my sick mask that Dad bought for me for Halloween? He said if he still had the title by then he’ll bring it with when get go Trick-or-Treating. I’m gonna get all the best candy with good ole Dad Champ with me.”Noah said as he took off the mask and held it up for the world to see. “You didn’t… wait…. you thought?” Vita just nods her head.

“Well don’t be fucking stupid, if Noah trusts you then I do too. Sit down, I promise I don’t bite.” I said as I walked towards the living room, patting the chair as I walk by. “Sorry for the seating arrangements , I wasn’t expecting visitors. I just bought this house the day after Relentless, and no one but Noah knows about it. I was literally just cutting my promo for Anarchy when you guys burst in here.”

“Didn’t mean to Dad.” Noah said as he plopped down on one to the two, non-folding chairs in the room.

“It’s ok. It’s only Mastermind. I honestly don’t even need to try all that hard, but Saturday is different.” I said sitting down on the last chair in the room. “Not that I’m worried about Kevin.”

“Kieran.”

“Whatever. What I’m really concerned with is the fucking officiating. That’s why I cleverly added into my contract that for my first defense of get to pick the ref. So congrats Noah, you get to don the stripes for this one. You have a very important task…”

“Call it right down the middle…” I drop my head and let out a deep sigh.

“No Noah. We are going to cheat. You count for me, and not for him. It’s not that complicated. I mean literally there’s one rule, get lei’d before the match.” I wink at Vita, and then give Noah a sly smile.

“Dammit Dad! We’re Just FRIENDS.”

I roll my eyes deeper than I ever have. “I’m sure. But that’s where you come into play Vita. You see I got them to allow you to be the time keeper. I mean there’s really not much for you to do other than if any other red comes out should Noah become incapacitated for any reason you call a time limit on the match, ring the bell and we all get out of dodge.”

“Ok Dad, but how would I become incapacitated?”

“You’re officially a threat to Keith…”

“Kieran.”

“What the Fuck ever. You’re a threat to him and he might want to make an example out of you, causing you to no longer be able to do your job. Which in this case it cheat for me. Are we all in agreement?”

Both of them nod and put their hands on top of one another and both look up at me.

“I’m not doing it.”

“Come on Dad. We are a team now.”

“No Noah you and I are a team. She tried to steal my title from me, I don’t quite trust her yet.” I glance over to Vita who could care less about what I just said.

“Just do it dad. It’ll help mend the fences.”

“No. I’m counting on you two. Now get out. I’ve got Mastermind to worry ab….*laughs*... sorry I couldn’t get it out. I’ve got to smoke weed and play Madden.” I usher then towards the door. Vita puts her hand out to shake mine and I just maneuver them out the door and shut it behind them. I lean up against the door on my back, lightly hitting the back of my head on the door repeatedly.

“I hope I didn’t just fuck everything up…”

The Afterthought

Well here I am yet again. A place where I’ve been numerous times over the course of my career. It’s a place where no one thought I was going to be when I started, and they were even shocked when I did it again, over and over. It’s become so numb that it’s really not a surprise anymore. That’s right once again here I stand…

A Champion.

The list has gotten just a little bit longer thanks to Big D and is inability to come up “big” in spots where he’s all by himself. I don’t want to say it was easy, but it was expected. I wasn’t worried, I wasn’t nervous, I was just ready to be where I belong. Right here in the XWF. Standing tall, sure people were wary when I came back. “Does he still have it?” “He’s got to be past his prime by now right?” The comments were abundant. Only one person stood by my side in all of this, and that was Noah.

I was down, and there he was, full of enthusiasm and saying just what I needed to hear when I needed it. I know right…

Me, full of self doubt. Yet I wouldn’t call it doubt, I would call it casually concerned for my future. I wanted to walk right out that door, but he stood pat. He said, “You’re a Legend Cunt!”, “You can’t quit on me again!”. I knew that over these past few months, father questions aside, Noah and I relied on each other. Not in the sense that I needed Noah to win, or vice versa, but someone to talk to when things got rough. When the concerns begin to arise, someone to tell my inner thoughts to “Shut the Fuck up!”. I’m there for Noah to tell him, “Yes you are the Hardest Worker in the XWF, and we will get you the recognition he deserves.” Which is why I am absolutely ecstatic that he’s the ref here. Not to mention I have his girlfriend… wait no girl who is a friend working as the time keeper. It’s as if the powers don’t want to risk me not being a fighting champion. I mean sure Soldier has been fighting, but Main before him didn’t. Soldier and I are currently ushering in a new way to do things here. Any time, any place, Any one. For once the pendulum is swinging back in favor of those who, not only deserve this, but have earned the right to be here.

For once since I’ve been back, the XWF are allowing things to finally be fair. I will finally have a referee that will know when I actually “Tap Out” and not just slamming the mat ONCE in frustration and pain. That shit hurts like a mother fucker. Finally, I won’t have to worry about a crooked ref, in the pockets of others screwing me. Yet their booking decisions are still a work in progress. Thad said somethings that are leaning the right way to get things fixed, but here we both are in basically the same situation.

Yet again, I get to face someone that is clearly not in my league. A person who was so wrapped up in making me their statement that they forgot all about winning the match. Sure I know what’s going to be said… But Fuzz you didn’t win either.

But didn’t I tho? I mean look at it like this. I failed Upward. It’s a tough thing to do these days, but I accomplished it. I went from going from a title match for the lower card, and hopped right into the second highest in the company, based solely on the fact that Big D can’t draw for shit. Everyone else was booked, and BLAMMO! I have failed upward. I like to think it’s my pretty blue eyes that get all the attention and make people want to see me. Yet you?

Well I guess you finally get your wish. You wanted this from the very first interaction. You said “Fuzz is mine bitches, get used to it”. One simple question for you… how did that work out? I understand that you were looking to make your name off of me. You wanted to ride my name to the top of the list, and guess what? You failed. You were so concerned with me that it took you out of the match. Sure I didn’t win, and that’s a damn shame because since he won, Cam has been seen nowhere. Back to the crux of the matter. You wanted me. You needed me. Where did that get you? Just another person to fall at my feet.

You fought hard and violently but in the end I was just too much. You tried your hardest, but it just wasn’t enough. That must sting. I mean you were talking a big game. You were so dead set on me it ended up being your downfall. For fuck sakes there were two other people there, kinda, and yet all the eyes were on me. Yours, Cams, and even Her eyes were all laid upon me. I was the measuring stick, and you fell short.

Sorry I’m not sorry.

Again, Saturday is a new day, and you have a chance to atone for your blatant mistakes. It’s funny how you have ended up here. My first title defense, and all of a sudden I see your name pop up. I was confused at first but then I just knew that management was throwing me a softball in my first defense. They didn’t pull a Big D on me and damn me from the get. This time the outcome between us is going to be a bit different. You see while I pinned your stupid ass in the middle of the ring, I didn’t quite accomplish what was needed to be done. Now all of a sudden I have something to lose.

I have fought for decades to get where I am, and I am not about to let some fuckhead like you come in and ruin it. This isn’t going to even be a match. I know that this has already been said, but now I have a name to place with it…

Fuck The Monstimals!

I don’t give a fuck who you were someplace else, but look again mother fucker, I’M THE LEGEND. I’M THE CHAMPION! This is my fucking company. I don’t give a shit who’s the “Owner”, this place was built on my blood, my sweat, and my fucking NAME. I know that it’s only been a few weeks since we last came to blows, but things have changed.

I now have an opportunity to get what was rightfully supposed to be mine. I get a chance to atone for the blatant disrespect this company has shown Noah and I. With this title around my waist I have to opportunity to get us the Tag Team title shot we earned, had we not been screwed. Yet more importantly I can with this title achieve a briefcase to challenge any title, any time, anywhere. That’s my goal. You are going to be number one of FIVE for me.

Again that’s all in the future, let's focus on Saturday. If you think for one second I’m going to allow someone like YOU to take this away from me? Think again. Before we fight, I need you to know, what you did last time didn’t work. You ran at me like a chicken with your head cut off, and failed. You need to change your approach , whether you change your entire moveset, or bring the rest of the mouth-breathers with you, it doesn’t matter. Something on your end needs to change, and it still won’t be enough.

I need you to remember, I was here before you. I’ll be here long after you’re gone. When your run is over, I’ll still be here telling everyone “I Told You So.” I never wanted someone to so badly hate that they said something, but you spoke out of line. You spoke too soon, and to be quite honest you spoke out of your ass. You didn’t like how I treated Samuel?

Too Fucking Bad!

You don’t like when I win?

Too Fucking Bad!

You don’t like me?

I don’t give a fuck.

I don’t want you to like me, hell I don’t even care if you respect me, but after Saturday you’re going to wish that you never met me. I want you to bring your whole squad of special rejects to the ring. I want to see the pitiful look on Samuel’s face. I want to see Konrad watch as I dismantle you in the middle of the ring. Then, on Jesus’ name, I hope those two try to stop me. Please, I'm begging you to have them help you. I’ll take on all three of you mother fuckers on at once….

You Wanted Fuzz

Well you got him.

Just don’t be too disappointed in yourself when you don’t quite measure up to me.