Roleplay Title: Past, Present & Future; Accounted For-

Character Song Tone: Eminem's – Beautiful Pain FT. Sia

I'm standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light
Standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light

Just as the setting suggests, XWF is over. I can tell, the difference is it will be without me. No more killing myself, no more destroying my health for the sake of proving something that everyone refuses to see. No more. That's all I can think in my mind, but in my heart- beautiful pain. I feel like I have died, I look like I died. The wounds, still seeping blood because the drugs are all gone. Not taken, fuck that- I could afford a brand new prescription. Flushed more like it. Yeah all the pain pills, all the other pills- gone. Dumped them, and just in the past. I don't want that type of life to follow me forward. I'm moving on, I'm going to begin doing big and better things.

Like those burn letters, I'm going to set fire to yesterday. Forget Jonathyn Brown, forget Steve Jason, forget James Raven, forget Miyoko, forgot Komodo- pause in thought; whom I kidding? I'm not going to fucking forget a single one of those unlucky son of a bitches. Those dumbass motherfuckers are going to need me again. Forget Ranma, forget the Ryans, forget all that- I was the best thing to happen to XWF. Cyren is going to be released upon XWF and only I could truly get rid of him. Forgiveness for that Sickness? Yeah, but zero forgiveness to me. It's cool. I'll stand in those flames, guys. I'll stand in all of them.

This Autumn air, soon to be Winter of snow and negative temperatures will cure everything. My joints will grow stronger. I know Jonathyn Brown would have called to insure I wasn't going to go off and do something stupid. This amount of pain for anyone is too much. The depression, the physical anguish; and that just knowing I no longer have a purpose. I need to re-event myself. I will rise.

I will find that light.

I can feel the heat rising
Everything is on fire
Today's a painful reminder
of why
We can only get brighter
The further you put it behind ya
And right now I'm on the inside
Looking out, cause

Struggling to walk, the camera views Infamous minus the mask obviously because the mask, or masks weren't needed. Infamous walking struggling as the previous statement states, towards his kitchen. His legs wiggling, knees buckling after each step. The Manison Maid scurries over to grab the arm of Mister 'INFAMOUS' to help him finish the journey to the centering island counter.

“I got it! Thanks Consuela, but I got it!”

Infamous brushes off the helping holding himself up on the counter standing tall. His body looks beat up, not trying to fluff up or beat the dead dog with it. Seriously you just can't look away from it. His face torn from what seems to be barbwire rips. His right arm bandaged up from what is probably burns. His hands, both of them, you can still see the blood stains on them. His and everyone else's.

“I know Mister 'INFAMOUS' but I just wanted to help.”

“Well you can help but not by touching me.”

“I'm sorry.”

A quick nod from Infamous, as the pain waves in again. The nerves, the muscles and the bones screaming through out his whole body. Infamous losing not just his heartbeat for a couple seconds in that Helldome- but also losing all chances of remaining in XWF.

“Seriously Mister 'INFAMOUS' I just wanted to be sure you were okay. I don't want it on my conscience when something negative happens. I don't need Miss Sulter to be upset.”

Infamous at the time, years previously, dating an one Jen Sulter. Her gorgeous butt modeling photos, as well as her acting found herself before the Production Agency Infamous was running at the time. Sulter, only had enough time in her budget of management to help train Infamous. Now, she's gonna have to maintain physical therapy. I wonder what's gonna happen to the Production Agency. Infamous can not leave the house let alone leave one room for another.

In walks Jen Sulter in her yoga pants, and work out gear. She's just come back from the Gym and she looks hungry. Jen opens the fridge and grabs out a tupperware container of lettuce and other vegetables with some cubes of chicken. Caesar salad. Stupid healthy bitch. Sure enough, Jen spins about placing the tupperware before Infamous and opens it. Fork already inside, as she begins to munch and look towards the crippled man before her.

“You're just gonna eat in front of me.”

“Yes.”

Infamous nods, laughing to himself- as that sexy fucking masterpiece just eats away at that portion controlled salad. Her lunch treat for after her work out of leg lifts and bench presses. Oh joy. Infamous hasn't had breakfast because he couldn't move off the damn bed- but everyone wants to be a dick for some odd reason. Infamous just focuses and stares at her, forking her mouth with lettuce chunks.

I'm standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light
Standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light

She stares back, just forking away. Infamous breaks nothing. Focused for the win. The Maid slips over, brushing countertop down and then breaking the silence between them both.

“Are you finished in the bedroom Mister 'INFAMOUS'? I will make the bed and clean up your clothes that are laying all over the place.”

“Yes Consuela, he is done. He's going to go take a shower- because he needs to get himself ready. He will be taking me out to dinner.”

“To Hell I am!”

“Baby, don't act like you are going to die.”

This chick, seriously doesn't understand the beautiful kind of pain I am under. This stress, and then the nerve. She's eating a salad- and she wants my ass to waddle to the bedroom slash bathroom to shower under that type of condition. Fuck her. Fuck you too, fuck everyone! Fuck you all! Narrator continue while I go calm down. Infamous wiggles on his feet still eyeing up the tupperware of salad.

“Seriously Baby, you're not going to die. You can shower and dress up halfway presentable. There is a benefit dinner that you were going to take me to.”

“Do I seriously look like I need to be outside? I was just in a fucking WAR. My face is disfigured, disfigured enough you won't even kiss it. So what do you think the comments will be when I enter that fucking ballroom dinner hall?”

“He's strong. I should do whatever I can to make sure his night is enjoyable.”

Fuck you! You can't always be right. Why are females always like this? Seriously! Narrator! Needless to say, Infamous spun around without argument and when to the bedroom or bathroom which ever to be politically correct. He went to go shower so that he can make that benefit dinner. Guessing he really couldn't miss the speech and award ceremony, presenting the award of the year to a 80 year old for all her contributions to Health Care in the recently 11 years of new lung cancer research or something. Infamous only could think of the one thing he thought all night and all day earlier- while sitting in bed.

As time passes, things change everyday
But wounds, wounds heal
But scars still remain the same
But tomorrow today's gone down in flames
Throw the match, set the past up ablaze

I'm standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light

Camera picks up inside that Hotel Suite; Melbourne Australia. The Outback, shrimps on Barbies and kangaroos hoping around the desert. Not really, Infamous standing looking outside overlooking the city. Darkness but bright lights. Infamous silent just picking out each of the lights with his drugged filled sight. Inside the room walks Adriana, that Assistant from the last video promotional Infamous released before the match Infamous had just finished celebrating. Victory obviously.

“You're awake. I'm shocked. Normally athletes get a better night's rest after the big game day.”

“Oh yeah, how many athletes have you witnessed sleeping? Sounds like creepy shit. I'm not safe will you staying in my Hotel Suite this evening.”

“Very funny Infamous. You know you're glad I'm here.”

“Actually. I'm not even glad that I am here.”

Infamous spins from the window view, and sees Adriana standing there in one of his button upshirts- cliché. Bitches always like wearing the clothes of the males that they have just slept or will be sleeping with.

“Why? Why do you not want to be here?”

“I'm still standing in the flames. It's just this kind of beautiful pain that comes over me. I'm back in XWF, and nothing is stopping me. Nothing. But it's not that- I remember I loved the struggle. It made me feel stronger. Now, now it makes me feel weaker. I don't think it was a good idea I have returned.”

“If you didn't, you wouldn't have met me. Think about it Infamous, I'm going to be the best thing you've ever had.”

Prideful cunt! Again, why do females do that to themselves? They set themselves up on high horses, that when the REAL jockey comes along; they wonder why they're not even side bets placed on the track. Chick you're not a winner. Go sit off to the side. You're going to be folded.

“I wouldn't exactly say that Adriana. Don't make me talk about this. Let's just enjoy this while it lasts. I might not even be here after this coming Sunday. Administrator might lose, Shane always has a trick up his sleeve. Not sure how he manages that, with all them fucking potatoes! Like seriously... what... the... heellll...?!”

Recalling the moment from the match. Every potato taken, another potato took his place. And then it dawns on me. A painful reminder, a ringing of a bell in the brain.

“That motherfucker is going to keep replacing LUMBERJACKS. Black Circle isn't just those four motherfuckers. We take out one, he'll find another to stand in the gap!”

The light found. Like a light bulb it brightens the room, that room- the brain of Infamous. Infamous walks passed Adriana, dumbfounded she stands shocked. But whatever, Infamous backpedals grabbing Adriana by the arm.

“No! That was extremely rude!”

“Shut up cunt, I'm gonna need your help with something....”

Obviously, he's going to clear his brain. Pun totally intended.

The camera fades off on Infamous taking and leading Adriana back to the Hotel Suite's bedroom wing. Clearly the last night in Australia anyways. Due to the Friday flight to England, Infamous wasn't going to neglect himself getting a nice well rested night's sleep. Thursday will be spent in the Airport and Friday Night will be a big game plan with Sewaside. Tea and crumpets, over a midnight snack of blunts. This drug thing, is getting addicted.

But whom cares? Infamous has it under control, the masks are nothing. They seem to help with his plans. The only thing that seems to have conflict when Infamous goes over each and every detail in his mind. Where does Sewaside truly stand? Never always seen eye to eye- but when it comes to this shit hole of a XWF, it's in a bad way.

The state of XWF is horrible. It needs some life support, more than ever before. I use to preach about this moment, and I never thought I'd be around to witness it. I swear to you, this can not be good for anyone. Warfare not Anarchy, and Madness not Massacre. I still don't understand why we don't have a Snow Job Pay Per View going on. We will see, maybe Administrator will bring back those senseless pleasures that I held near and dear.

But what if Shane wins? Is it true, people can claim slaves?

I feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn rising,
A phoenix from the flames
I have learned, from fighting fights, that weren't mine
Not with fists, but with wings that I will fly

I'd like to see someone try. I am a slave to no one. I am a slave to no thing. I am a slave to no idea. I am free, and I am liberty. I will bring the ability to fly to everyone in XWF. I will fight those fights, that aren't mine again. Black Circle will fall, Administrator will bring around a new era. The Outstanding Network Era! It'll set the tone, for the rest of the year. It's two and a half years away from my last real battle, and I believe it's time once again to set fire to yesterday. I will find that light. I will cause that light. Light will shine so fucking bright. Follow the GULLS! With or without everyone else... the GULLS will bring a bright light that everyone in XWF has been searching for..... I am a phoenix rising from the flames again. I am like NEW. XWF will meet an INFAMOUS REALITY.

I'm standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light
Standing in the flames
And it's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light

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