Have you ever had a dream where you're running through a forest? You don't know why you're running, but you know you need to. I think everyone has, so how about I, in all my infinite knowledge and wisdom, explain this to all of you...


Let me explain this for people who can't see the forest for the trees, shall I? The grass is grey. It shines faintly, thanks to the dew that's formed on top of each individual blade. Despite this dew however, the grass itself is bone dry. The dew is a lie, you dumb fuckers. Everything here is a lie. Let's move a little bit deeper into this fucked up mass of lies and deceit...

How about those trees you see, huh? All nice and brown, with green leaves shooting from the base? Aren't they pretty? Maybe even beautiful in some people's eyes?

Those trees are also lies. Let me tell you what those trees actually are. They're black, shriveled, and dead. As if they're vegetation left behind after a nuclear bomb detonation. Moss grows from these shriveled black things though. That's right, the only bit of color in the trees is made from moss. MOSS! I bet you're thanking whatever god you believe in for being able to only see what's pretty. That's not even close to the biggest slap in the face though. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it though...

You look to the left of the shriveled black pieces of waste you once marveled at as true beauty and see a luscious, blue pond. Surely this is the saving grace, the only part of nature that's beautiful? You keep looking at the pond. Little do you know, that by continuing to look at that shallow hole of empty promises and broken and dreams, you're only hurting your own sanity...

The blue in the pond slowly turns to a sickening color of brownish green. That pond you marveled at mere minutes before is now a disgusting, bug ridden swamp. A smell that makes you almost want to vomit hits your nose. You try to take a step forward, and you hear your feet sloshing in the now soaking wet marshlands...

Swamps aren't beautiful, are they?

ARE THEY?!

You see, this is what you humans have done to earth. Some of you walk around like you're King Midas or something. You have a complex about you, and you think you can do no wrong. Some of you get into politics and try to tell others how to live. How to go about their lives! Like you have any clue how to live your own...

You have you're head so far up your own ass you can't see the sunlight for the blackness of night. You blame others for your shortcomings, because you don't enough guts to man up and take the failure in stride. Humanity has done more harm than good. In fact, let's be honest. Has humanity done any good, ANYTHING WORTH MENTIONING THAT'S EVEN REMOTELY POSITIVE TO EARTH ITSELF? Aside from picking up its own mistakes, no. It hasn't...

Humans have turned everything to shit...

This is all your fault!

You turned the beautiful forest that was once Earth to this swamp...

You weren't satisfied with that though, were you?

You decided to take it one step further...

You build 100 story tall fucking eyesores in the middle of your metropolises, and claim to be dignified. You assholes being dignified, HA! I find that funny, I really do. How about you make me laugh some more, huh?

You look around the swamp, and it's slowly becoming an industrial town. Factories spring in every which way. Every single one is producing an alarming amount of smoke. The sky begins to darken. You want to cough, but can't seem to get it out. The smoke covers the sky, blocking out the sun. You collapse down to the ground. Your knees are tucked right up to your chest. Arms wrapped around your knees. You're crying, begging for the sun to come back. Begging to be able to cough. Begging to go back to the way things were...

You see, that's what Earth will become, unless a change is made. That won't happen though, will it? It won't because that's not profitable, and profits are the bottom line in this world. However, between me and you, this is an eyesore. Let's get rid of it, shall we?

The factories collapse into the ground. The sky goes back to its original color of blue. The sun is shining brightly. The grass is green, thick and soft against your skin. The trees are brown, breathtakingly huge and exploding with green leaves! The pond goes back to its color of blue. It looks inviting, almost begging you to jump in. You take a deep breath, coming to terms with what you've learned today...

Now, I want you to commit this to memory. I want you to go around, telling the world how to save itself. How will you get them to believe you? That's up to you, I can't do everything for you. The best I can do is give you the information needed to make a change...

You stand up, ready to make the change you were supposedly destined to make...

Then...

You wake up from your dream...

Thoughts race through your head; How much of that is truth?

Can that voice be believed?

Was that seriously just a dream?

Will I make that change?

Who was that voice?

Seriously, that was a fucking dream?! Talk about buzzkill.

You decide you can't go back to sleep, and start the day...

Lost in your own self doubt and confusion...






I know I should feel ashamed for what I did by attacking that pig headed cock for brains, but I honestly cannot say I do. He got exactly what was coming to him, and I'm glad that I was the one who did it. I push a piece of hair out of my face as I think back to what I did just under an hour ago...

I lay back in the bunk of this cell. I have no cellmate, they thought I was dangerous. I may as well be. Tonight was the first night I even did anything close to hurting another human being, and I feel exhilarated.

I feel rejuvenated!

I run my fingers through my hair, and take a deep breath. My left ear slightly hurts, as does my right knee. My hand doesn't hurt at all anymore, despite my knuckles still bleeding...

God damn, it's really hot in here! I rest my head on the pillow that's directly behind my head. I pull the blanket up to my neck as well. Hell, if I'm finally going to be warm for once in a long while, I'm going to overdo it!

I close my eyes, and the image of that police officer on the ground, fear in his eyes, blood on his face! I laugh, damn near maniacally at the sight of this big fat cop, nearly crying for frail old me to get off of him! I've never felt that much power before...

I've never felt this type of, control before...

I don't think I've ever been this, proud, before...

A girl could really get used to this feeling...






"Hey Alex, how are you? Riding high off your win on Saturday?

Preparing for your match on Monday?

Look here, Alex. I don't like you. I feel I made that blatantly obvious on Saturday. I don't need to explain my attack on you at all, especially not to you. In fact, you're last on the list of people who are justified in knowing the real reason behind my attack. Yes, I lied about why I attacked you when I yelled at you. You're last because you don't deserve anything.

Well, maybe that's inaccurate. You deserve only the ass kicking you're going to get from Ursula tonight. Followed up by the ass kicking you're going to get from me come Saturday...

You see Alex? You look past me, you look at me like I'm a temporary obstacle. I'm more than that, Shawn. You're the temporary obstacle. You're just another loser for me to trample over on my rollercoaster ride to the top of this company...

That never say quit attitude of your's is a bad one to have against me. I don't know when to quit. Not in the sense of being an idiot like you and having too much pride to admit a losing battle. I don't know when to quit beating the shit out of someone when I have the upper hand...

Don't mistake, Alex. I do have the upper hand. I have the upper hand before this match even begins. So how about you go back to challenging worthless talents, whose only existence in this company is done entirely by fluke, because that's your category...

That is where you can rule, Alexis. You can be the king of Macedonia. The king of a largely unimportant area of this damn company. Once I send you back there, I hope that's the last I have to deal with you ever in my life. You are not worth any of my concern come Saturday, Alex. In fact, you claim to go nuts during matches when you're pushed over the edge...

I DO THAT WHEN I'M PERFECTLY FINE! You're lucky as fuck this match is standard rules, or I would massacre you. You are a bitch and I plan on proving that this Saturday, with minimal resistance from you I am assured.

Goodnight Alex, and goodbye..."