The following conversation took place during one of Neil Capra's "Dreams." The two who are speaking are Kim and John, The views expressed here are not necessarily the views of Neil Capra. Even though they should be...

"So, how are the tests going?

"Not very well. At least, not on the level they've been on over the last few weeks..."

"What do you mean, not well?! Need I remind you, THIS IS THE ONLY CHANCE WE HAVE OF ADVANCING OURSELVES! Now, I demand you start getting better results, or I'll find someone who will!"

"I can't, dammit! I can not get better results, because he's resisting the process! He doesn't believe me! Not one fucking bit! That's why this is going so poorly!

"How? I thought you said he wouldn't resist!"


"He's smartening up! He isn't as easy to persuade anymore! I can't break him if he doesn't give in to my suggestions!

"How can we make him easier to persuade again?"

"We'd need to have a cunning, manipulative, cold hearted voice influencing him while he's conscious...

I have just the voice in mind..."

"No...

Fuck...

No...

"It's the only way...

"Fuck it, fine..."

Perfect! Now he has this ex girlfriend. She killed herself the day before they were to graduate high school. He's never been the same since that day. You could easily use that voice to pressure him..."

"You've had this planned for way too long, you sadistic bastard...

"You need to prepare for everything, you know..."

"What the fuck ever. Hey, what's the name of that chick who's identity I'll be stealing?"

"Kimberley Weiss..."

"I wanna guess she just went by Kim..."

"Congratulations, genius..."

"You know what, I fucking hate you."

"I hate you too..."

"So, you'll keep filling his dreams with nightmarish scenarios with little to no chance of success in order to break him and leave himself more open to our suggestions. What am I to do?"

"Drive him nuts. The crazier he gets, the more gullible, too..."

"Okay, good talk..."

"Yeah, I guess. Now, you should get to work. I feel him waking up about now..."





Melanie sits in the backseat next to me, inching nearer and nearer ever so slightly. The look on her face makes me think that she fancies herself as clever, despite the fact that I can see and feel her moving closer and closer. I lean back, pressing my back against the back of the seat. That shift must've startled Melanie, as she jumps a bit and, OW!

She fell sideways a little bit and headbutts me right in the groin! She shoots right back up, and actually looks concerned. Surprised a psycho killer can show concern. I sit there, clutching my groin, with a pained look on my face...

"Fuck! Are you okay?"

I take a deep breath and exhale. I better be careful of what exactly to say to her. I don't want to end up like that one guy...

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

She looks relieved for some reason, and I know better than to question her for it...

The car starts to speed up a little bit. Just a subtle change, but one I can easily notice. The driver starts to get more relaxed. That's when I realized she put it on cruise control. I see a flicker over in the passenger's seat...

That chick from Miami is lighting a cigarette. She takes a drag from it, and blows the smoke out the window.

"Hey, can I have a cigarette?"

"Yeah!"

She lights up another one and hands it to me. I roll down the window on my side, wrap my lips around the cigaratte, and inhale. I blow the smoke out of the window, and tap some of the ashes off while I'm at it...

Melanie takes the thing out of my hand and takes a drag. She hands it back to me, and instead of blowing the smoke out a window, she blows it right into the back of the chick in the passenger's seat's head. She starts laughing her ass off, while the unsuspecting target yells out in mock anger...

"Dammit, Melanie!"

"Oh come off it, Ellie!

So, now I know two of their names...

This road trip is getting better and better, I think to myself as I take another drag of my cigarette, careful to blow mine out of the window. I hear the sound of sirens filling the outside air...

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"Those police sirens!"

"Yeah! Melanie, grab the gun!"

"Already on that!"





"Hey Agony, remember me? I honestly never thought I'd have to deal with you again, but here I am...

Can I start by addressing your comments towards me, or lack thereof? I mean, you've issued a grand total of, what? A few sentences? A paragraph at most towards me for our match? Oh well, it better be great...

Allow me to quote it entirely:

"I am Agony, and I won't stop until your bloodied body lies beneath my feet. You think you're crazy Neil? I'm damned near certifiable. I am coming for you Neil Capra.

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU."

"So fucking intimidating, am I right?

Oh wait, it isn't. Not at all...

It's actually quite adorable, really. I mean, you claim to be damn near certifiably insane. You claim my supposed craziness is inferior to your's?

Bitch please, nothing of mine is inferior to your's. You are inferior. You are the dirt that I walk on top of when I'm on my way to actual competition. Take a number and wait in the unemployment line now, because I guarantee you won't be around much longer. Like you deserved the opportunities you've been given at any point in your career so far here...

You also like to make the claim that you're the 'Wrestling Messiah.' I have to ask because of that, when are you going to cut the shit and die for our sins? Because that will be the only positive that will ever come out of your pitiful career...

I look forward to ending your undefeated streak in singles matches, if it isn't ended already by Monday..."