Looking out over the ocean these last few days, have really got me wondering what it is about everyone in this business. What is the force that draws people to this line of work? With an entire world of possibilities. An entire world of things we could find ourselves doing. I looked to the horizon, and it couldn't answer. Because really for me, its just luck of the draw, and slide of hand, the way the cards fell. I sip this beer, the tide washing over my bare feet. Its okay, everything is just fine, and could not be any other way. If you had, all the possibilities of your life laid before you, and could see all the scenarios that would come from each choice you would make played out before your eyes, would you still find yourself able to choose? Or would it be 6-1... where the only logical choice you can make is...

Not To Choose At All....

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--08-06-2014--

A Silence falls over the destroyed hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina. The Doorway still smoking from the breaching charge used by the contracted military force. The bodies lie motionless upon the granite floor, the smell of gunpowder still hangs heavy in the air. In the hallway, the elevator makes a ring, and slowly into the hallway two men step. The emergency lights now the only thing that illuminates the halls as the two men step towards the door. The man with slick hair and denim vest is the first to enter the room, Drake. He is followed closely by his partner, clad in a long black trenchcoat, his hair flipped across his face, Zeke. The two men spread to different corners of the room, checking the bodies laid across the floor. Zeke shakes his head as he rolls one of them onto their back, the eyes cocked open in an empty accusing stare. Drake steps through the doorway to the bedroom, the mattress flipped over, the window smashed, shell casings littered across the floor. He steps to the window and looks over the edge, Zoey's car, dissappearing into the distance. He smiles, lighting a cigarette.

Drake - "Looks like shes better than you gave her credit for."

Zeke nods his head, stepping up behind him, flipping his hair to the side.

Zeke - "Apparently, or these kids you found to do the job just where what you thought they were."

Drake laughs in amusement momentarily before turning to one of the men fallen on the floor.

"Well I guess we're going to have to figure something else out, Five said he wanted this handled as smoothly as possible. Haha, Look at this place."

"So much for being Subtle I suppose. What do you want to do now?"

Drake thinks momentarily, stepping back into the living room, finding a pamphlet for the XWF's show in Charleston the night after. He smiles to himself before handing the paper to his partner.

"Well we know where she'll be."

"You know thats impossible, the last couple years have been hard since..."

"You think I'm unaware, no, we're just going to see, figure out her next move."

"What are we going to do about... Him?"

A Dark smile grows across Drake's face.

"You know... I've waited a long time to stand in front of the man who killed my brother. Wouldn't you find it Poetic?"

"As Poetic as it might be, The Wolf, isn't someone to take lightly, you remember what he did. You remember how bad it was for a while after all of that came down... He could have killed twelve."

"But he cares for this Girl... if we can get to her, we can get to him."

As Drake speaks Zeke's attention is drawn to the ground, its almost invisible but somehow he catches it, a rainbow streak across the center of the room, like the color of spilled gasoline in a puddle. He kneels down and feels it, its almost like a film, that rubs off on his finger. His eyes widen.

"Drake, look at this."

Drake turns, kneeling next to his partner and feeling the film for himself.

"Someone Fazed right here, you think he could have gotten here that quickly?"

"Impossible, you can't stretch it that far, you'd fry."

"Then they've got someone else helping them."

"No, Intel said it was only her.... Only her."

There is a long pause between the two, both men pondering what kind of possibilities this could have. Zeke shakes his head, an impossible notion overcoming him.

"You think shes... The Anomaly?"

Drake stands, stepping to the window he blows a hit of smoke against the glass, watching it separate, then dissipate.

"Her name is Zoey Ryback... And now She has my complete attention.

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Present Day

The sun rose over the horizon, and it took almost an hour before I found myself rolling over, a handful of beer and pockets full of sand. It had been a long night, and now I found myself alone, the beach sand was soft, soft enough to let me sleep, but I couldn't remember when I had gone out. I squinted as the sun was just coming completely over the seawall. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, trying to squeeze the last bits of sleep I could out of the early morning, but it was no use. It had to have been about Seven or Eight by the time I Finally sat up, looking around for my sister. I remembered bits and peices of the night before, Nick and I. We had run into a group of beach kids, trucks and camping tents, bottles and blunts. I rubbed my eyes as a note fell off my chest.

"Nick is taking me back to the Room, Drunk Ass."

She's right, I did get obnoxiously shit-hammered for it to only be a Tuesday, I laughed to myself as I slowly stood up, my back aching from sleeping any kind of way I could. My head throbbed as I drank the last half of the can of Bud Light still lingering in my hand, warm and flat, oh well. The hotel was about a mile down the beach, as I walked passed the rows of Tents and trucks, hammocks and pallets, everyone was still asleep. Comfy knowing that for them this was a vacation, I guess for me it kind of was too. But at some point I was going to have to show up, beat a bitch down, it was a job for me. I tossed the empty beer can into a fire pit just as I came up on the hotel, the boardwalk lead all the way up to the pool area. Which to me sort of funny, what the hell do you need a pool for if theres like an entire ocean you can swim in? I guess clean freaks and people who are afraid of just about anything needed a place too. As I open the doors to the lobby I hear my name, looking to the left I see Nick and McKayla, sitting in the restaurant. As I sit down he passes me a glass of Orange Juice.

Nick Cagero - "How do you feel Zoey? Haha."

Zoey Ryback - "Like I just got done fighting a T-Rex."

They both chuckle across the table to each other. Oh my God Its So Funny..... Sarcasm.

"Alright mother fuckers, what we eatin?"

McKayla Ryback - "Nigguh, Calm down. We didn't think you were gonna be up for a while, your ass was HAMMERED last night."

My head is still pounding, I take a drink of the juice and feel it hit my stomach, instant discomfort.

"Yes! Yes I know... Can we get a drink in this place? I've gotta kick this hang-over."

"I'm sure you can, but listen, you ready for today?"

I didnt know, my vision was still blurry and I still could taste the liquor from the night before in the back of my mouth. I had to get rid of this headache/

"Yeah, I will be once this headache goes away."

"Good, because if what I hear about Kimberleigh is correct, you've got alot on your plate tonight. You think you can handle it?"

"Please Nick, did you see this bitch? Talkin' Bout some Damn... Glamorous life. Bitch please, she fake'r than the barbie doll she's modeled after. Thinking shes really something. I'm glad you guys are gonna be there to see it, I am going to take pride in taking this girl apart, you just watch."

"Haha, Alright, but she seems kind of tough, alot of these guys you work with say it'll be a good match, and judging by how you are now, you might have to step it up a little bit by tonight if you want to get the job done."

"Yeah you really look like shit."

"McKayla you before anyone should know how satisfying it would be to be able to take all of those chicks who walk around your high school thinking their better than everyone and rub their face in the dirt, I remember those girls, and I remember thinking what I wouldn't give to just be able to fuck their shit up, I was really angry sometimes. It just gets to a point where, you really just want to watch them burn, so if I can bring a little joy into the lives of the XWF Fans by reflecting something they've always wanted to do in their own lives, then thats great."

Nick laughs, covering his mouth.

"Yeah but you can't have girls across the country walking into Home Room and beating the shit out of the prom queen."

"Why Not?"

"Sigh... Whatever, All I'm saying is watch your ass, I've seen a couple chicks like that who play a really good part at making you think they are a push-over, and rise up and become a world champion. Just watch out."

Haha

"You think a girl like that could really be champion of anything? I mean she's like the poster-child for shitty parenting. I mean yeah, she's pretty and I'm sure all the adolescent boys are just lining the fuck up to get her to sign some playboy spread, but I think its pretty sad if a fan walks up to you and asks you to sign YOUR OWN Tits. You know what I mean? Is that really what the XWF Wants at the head of their company than I guess its better than Morbid Angel. But I don't know, I guess I just don't have respect for a person who actually admits to using their body to get ahead, I dont have to do that, and I look better than that bitch does anyways."

Nick rests his hand on mine, nodding his head assuring. But leave it to McKayla to say some slick shit.

"Wow Zoey, Your fuckin' Catty as Fuck right now."

"Give Me a Break McKayla I just woke up, on the beach, in the sand, like a fuckin' ]

Another laugh across the table, I mock laugh at them before resting my head against the table.

[color=blue]"Oh come on Babe, its not that bad, we're in Hawaii, put some distance between us the bullshit, I can honestly say its been a while since I've been able to relax like this."

I nodded my head, and he was right, it had been a long time, since before Mom died. I sigh and lift my head back up.

"Fuck it, I'm ready, I'm so ready."

"You better be, don't want to find yourself blindsided by someone you underestimated."

"You kidding me? She came out and talking about how We're all trashy, untalented Hookers, yet she's the one with her ass all over the center of Playboy, come the fuck on bitch, are you serious? I'm not sayin' shes a hoe but I bet she's been on more weiners than Heinz Ketchup. How the fuck else could someone like that make it in the XWF anyways? Shes the self proclaimed "Queen of XWF" But what the fuck? She's been off shakin' her ass, suckin' dick at some millionaires ball and we're here sweatin' our fuckin' asses off out there. Jesus Christ Nick you really think this girl can beat me?"

"Hey I'm just sayin' things work out in weird ways sometimes, I'm just telling you to stay on your feet out there."

"Nick, I got this, tonight just watch as I make millions of bullied girls across America open their eyes to the fact that they dont have to live under the thumb of the status quo. I am going to walk into that ring and beat that girl senseless, because I want to, I need to, and it will give people a different outlook on their own lives. It just sucks that I Couldn't get my match with Swaggins."

"Yeah that dude's a real peice of shit."

"Fuck that, don't talk about it, when he gets back we got him."

All three of us nod at each other, Nick nods his head reaching into his pocket.

"Oh yeah, this dude Mike McBride, said to give you his number, said you were talking about working with him."

"Oh yeah, Nick, this kid is IRA, said he used to Run Guns for them, maybe he can get us back in, expand our assets.

"I dont know, I guess give him a call, We'll meet him.

I nod my head, putting his number into my phone, Michael McBride.

"Guys for real, lets get a waiter over here, I'm fuckin' hungry as shit."

Classy as Hell Kay, Classy as Hell