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Shawn Warstein · (04-06-2020)

Continued from Last Promo

I’m cold to the touch, the rain continues to pour and I’m soaked. I’ve done all that I can, and I fear that I may have missed my moment. The silence on the other side of the door….

It hurts.

I thought that I had said and done all the right things. It turns out I may have been wrong. I tried to change for her. I tried to become a better man for her.

I tried.

Failure isn’t something that I’m fond of. For far too long I’ve been looked at as the failure of an Owner. As the failure of a man who constantly resorts to running when things don’t go his way. Far too many times have I stood in the back, just to turn back to the needle.

I’m done trying.

She doesn’t want to answer the door after I’ve laid everything out on front street. After I’ve poured my heart and soul out for her…. that’s on her. I wanted her by my side as I ascended to the top. I wanted her there with me…. So the light could shine on her just as much.

The blood on my shirt begins to run and discolor the rest of the garment. As I wipe the blood from my nose I look back at the door once again. Still unmoving, and still no one there.

“Fuck…”

That seems to be what I’m resigned to these days. Single, solitary words that hold no weight anymore. I don’t know what I need to do anymore. I’ve abandoned or drove everyone away. I thought she was different. I thought it was going to be different. I just can’t believe I was wrong.

I refuse to believe that I was wrong. I’ll sit outside, right by this door all night if I have to. Even if it’s for just one last fleeting moment. Just to get lost in her eyes one more time. That’s all I want.

Closure.

Present Day

Hmm To think that all I wanted was closure. That’s what everyone got. One book closed while another chapter is being written in my book. The book that’s so long people couldn’t wait for it to finally be over. Yet here I am still standing….

Still thriving. After two decades of being told I’m great. After being told I’m the best. After all those voices in my head were done hyping me up, the echo chamber stayed silent. I knew that I was just a matter of time before I climbed back to the top of the mountain. It’s a shame really that The Engineer decided to pack up his bags and leave.

It’s not shocking mind you…

He’s not the first person to leave after I got one over on them. Just look at the Mafia. They were gone in short order after Cuntfest. It’s not really even a bother to me anymore.

I walk down an extended hallway. Every ten feet or so there is a picture hanging on the wall. With each step the pictures come into focus.

Samuel McPherson

Kieran Overton

Mastermind

Ace Vincent

Kenzi Grey

Sarah Lachlan

Big Shank

The Engineer

Each picture looks slightly burnt around the edges. I walk down the hall and come to a door. My hand falls on the handle and turns the knob. Lights illuminate the room from behind. The walls are pristine, and in the middle of the room there is a large throne.

I tentatively walk up to it, and look around the room. Empty. Barren. Not a single soul or person is around for this. I turn around and slowly lower myself onto the throne.

Nothing happens. I sit there, no fanfare. No cheers. Just the silence that I’ve craved for so long. That pesky voice in my head is finally silent, and I can finally be at ease.

Me And My Throne

I clear my voice.

“Ladies and Gentlemen….”

Dramatic Pause

“Welcome to Βασιλιά Μου. This was and always has been my destiny. This is where I was meant to be. I warned Engy that when he took down Soldier that he opened a door that the XWF would’ve rather stayed closed. I tried to warn him, I really did. Now look where he is…. gone.”

“The last prevailing hope of the XWF has to keep me at bay. Gone. And that’s weird to say right? Engy was the HOPE. For months he chased ME. He wanted ME.” With each and every utterance of the word I pound my chest. “When he finally got his wish, the ivory throne he sat upon was destroyed. Everyone put him on a pillar of excellence, and where did that lead the XWF?”

“To a time and place where the inmates ran the asylum. To a point where Shane Fuckin

was getting more air time than Atara, more air time than Big D, more air time than people who were more deserving of the attention.” A disgusted look comes across my face as I pull out a cigar and light it up. The embers glow with every inhale. “ That all ends now. Unlike the previous reign no one will be subjected to hours of useless drivel. No longer will you have to sit through shock and awe. You all know who I am and what I stand for. From this point forward the XWF is yours.”

“But let’s step back for a moment first. Why with all the retirement talk?” A smile comes across my face as I ash the cigar off to the side of the throne.

“I had both feet out of the door. I was ready to walk off into the sunset and be gone. I was looking forward to not having to train anymore. I was finally ready to be done. Then Engy and the spooky squad decided to do the one thing I said would put me over the edge. I told them all in private, don’t do this one thing and you won’t have to worry about me cashing in. I was fully content with going out there and signing my retirement papers. Yet there I was living rent free in his brain. Constantly worried about a cash in that wasn’t going to happen. Then he did it.”

“You want to beat me down? Fine, I can handle it. You want to sick your little fluffers on me? Cool beans bro.” I said with a shrug and a smile, but just as quickly the smile faded as the tone changed. “As always, you had to take it one step too far. You crossed the line when you decided to put both Noah and Atara in harm's way. You just couldn’t help yourself and had to lay hands on them. I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was a move on your part that couldn’t go unpunished.”

“Not that either of them can’t handle themselves, but the fact remains. You want to take me out…. you take ME out. Luckily for me I had a few “friends” still out there. The second we were free from your terrible plan, one call was made. Theo…..”

“I’m doing it…. and I’m doing it tonight.”

“Spoilers for everyone out there…. the knee thing?” I lift up my leg and flex the knee a few times. “Yeah was just a way for me to be written out and to go out on my own terms. It just so happened that you fucked up royally. The untouchable Engineer was slain due to his own vanity, and fear. So word to the wise…”

“Don’t Fuck With Me.”

“So let’s start this party off with a mother fucking bang then. The Mechanic?” I pull out a sheet of paper and glance over it for a moment. Then just as quickly crumple it up and toss it aside. “Okay then let’s get down to the brass tacks of it all. Grif is what happens when the coat hanger just wasn’t long enough. Trying to scramble those eggs and failing. Chef Ramsey would be extremely disappointed in the effort in the kitchen. Based on your history, all I really need to do is just show up…. wait a goddamn minute….”

“Jesus Fuck!” I exclaimed as I shot forward in the throne.

“Another “super” is walking around these parts? I mean how many of these fuckers do I have to banish to the shadow realm? I don’t even want to be here and again as it’s always said, to be the man….”

“You get the fucking point, Grif you will not be the man. You will never be the man, and you’ll sure as fuck never be able to come anywhere near me in the middle of the ring. This is My Kingdom and there isn’t a goddamn thing you’re going to be able to about it. Instead of showing up, stay the fuck home, smoke some weed and play Russian roulette with a full clip. It would be a better use of your time.”

“Yet of course there’s a third person in this little part isn’t there? Hello Hanari.” A smug smile and wave towards the camera. “If it isn’t the RUNNER UP Maddy. Fuck man you couldn’t have been bothered to win the thing and maybe earn a shot at me? Nope instead you waited until I SENT the Engineer packing. Everything you’ve “done” I’ve done it. Yet that isn’t saying much now is it? I mean surely you’ve won the big one…”

“No? Well fuck that was going to be the only thing you would’ve been able to hang your hat on. Instead you’ve done nothing but waste away at Chris Chaos levels of failure. You almost..” I hold up two fingers close together.“.. won March Madness. You almost speak English. You’re almost enough of a threat to make me think twice about you.”

“That’s just the point in all of this too, I never agreed to be on this show. In my contract it says I can show up when I want. Yet I’m going to do both of you a solid and actually show up. I’m going to be the fighting champion this title has deserved for a long time. I won’t be content with fighting the likes of you bottom feeders. No what this title needs is real contenders. I can’t be scraping the bottom of the barrel, and come up with people like Grif and Hanari. No… I need real competition.”

“I’m going to show up on Saturday, and do what I do best. I’m going to destroy the both of you without batting an eye. You don’t quite realize what I’m capable of in the middle of the ring. In one single night, I was responsible for four titles changing hands. The entire championship scene was and will be dictated by me. It always was and always will be. So Grif and Carneasada, enjoy the TV title shots from here on out because this right here and now is the last time you’ll come working smelling distance of the Universal Title.”

“This is going to be nothing short of pure domination. I will leave the both of you laying in a heap on the floor, waiting for the medical staff to whisk you off to the hospital. You can think in your severely concussed head that you’re strong and that you've survived. While that may be true, you’re not even going to be the toughest person in the hospital I’m going to send you to. There are small children in there that could and can whoop both of your asses. The Make a Wish foundation is going to ask you what your wishes are when I’m done with you. Just make sure it’s a good one, can’t have you wasting it when you have so little time left.”

“The only place either of you could possibly fathom beating me is in your dreams. Well I’m the dreamweaver. I can make your wildest dreams a reality, or I can crush them in an instant. The choice is yours, just be weary. If you come for me or mine…

“That Dream…” I glance over my shoulder as there is some rustling behind me. Then a hand falls on my shoulder. The camera never pans up to see who it is, as I reach up with my own hand and grab ahold of it.

“Quickly Becomes a Nightmare.”

A shrug and a smile is all that is seen before the camera fades to black.

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