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03-27-2015, 07:43 PM

‘You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.”
-Alan Alda


Such a discovery can result in frightening fallacies, usually false and fear driven. We as men tend to build ourselves up, molding our self-perception based upon our old ideals of what our existences should consist of… our protagonist is no different, and that’s the unassailable folly of most all men.

We fail to realize, growing contempt prior to investigation… we fail to realize that we are no different than one of another, no more significant than the grass we walk upon, the water we drink or the beasts we feast upon. Hammering away at these walls of false importance, as we tare through the frame and peer out into reality- then, and only then will we find the trite truths of ourselves and be willing to accept them for what they are.

The sombrous fog was slowly beginning to lessen, but the surely to be ambiguous answers were left unaccounted for within the ever perplexing purgatorial dreamscape:


“You didn’t agree to McManus’s proposal, but that isn’t even the underlying factor in all of this, is it?”

The subconscious asks,

“It isn’t? Then why am I so focused on this image?”

“The bigger question here, the one banging at the proverbial door, the proverbial purple elephant in the room is this: What were you still doing in SWA, what was left there for you to prove that allowed this situation to take place?”

“…I wasn’t ready to make that jump yet.”

“You weren’t ready to make that jump yet? Or you weren’t ready to move on from the comfort of your accomplishments, fearing the fray of diving into the bigger unknown world?”

“I just love SWA, the atmosphere, the friends, the fans…”

“Stop, stop, stop! Part of this process is truthfully identifying with oneself…
So when this Demon tells you:


‘…The evil of the world had overcome the power of the Heavenly endowment, Dylan had succumb to his gravest fears, giving the false evidence appearing real complete power over his mind, body and soul.’

Or when he says: ‘In the end, Dylan’s own dream of achieving grandeur on Earth’s biggest stage, and spreading the message of righteousness worked against him. He is now living it only through his Nightmare…the living, breathing manifestation of fear.’

He’s telling you the truth, his truth of your self is overpowering your self lies, bear in mind where your dishonesty lead you…”

The Wednesday following Dylan’s encounter with Mr. Mordred McManus, US Bank Arena, Cincinnati, OH:

Inside of an opulent office that is lit only by a tall black floor lamp in the back corner, we see a marquee style wooden desk in the center of the room, sitting symmetrically in front of large window overlooking the mighty Ohio river.

The seat to the leather chair sitting behind the desk is facing the window. We lightly hear the sound of the SWA Presents: Wednesday Night Wrestling broadcast coming from a laptop sitting on the desk…


CM Punk: “Brain are you ready for our main event?”

Bobby Heenan: “I’m as excited as ever! Tonight we’ll find out who will be the #1 contender for Dylan George’s SWA World Heavyweight Championship!”

CM Punk: “That’s right Brain… who will it be? The impressive young newcomer Sami Zayn? Or the former champion Big Hoss Man?”

Bobby Heenan: “My money is on Hoss Man! He’ll get his third shot at Dylan George, and you know what they say Punk, ‘Three Times The Charm.’”


The sound of the speakers becomes overpowered by the opening of the office door, footsteps can be heard walking inside,

“Gentlemen…”
The chair of the desk spins around, we see Mr. Mordred McManus, he looks agitatedly anxious, his left elbow sitting on the arm of the chair with his hand raised up near his face, fidgeting his fingers.

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His eyes dart to his left, then to his right as if he’s looking at two people,

“We all know what needs to happen… You both are to act as I have specifically requested if we’re going to pull this off.
An old Irish proverb: Even a small thorn causes festering.”


A moment of silence before Mr. McManus begins waving the two away with his hand,

“It’s show time men.”

As the two exit, Mr. McManus looks at his laptop and starts watching the live feed of SWA:

In the ring an amazing match between Sami Zayn and Big Hoss Man seems to be coming down to the wire,

CM Punk: “Zayn rushes the stumbling Hoss Man… OHH! OH NO!”

Bobby Heenan: “He nailed it! Hoss Man just countered and nailed Sami Zayn with a nasty popup power bomb! This is it! It’s over!!!”

Suddenly, the lights cut off as an icy cold gust of wind can be heard swooping through the stands, soon after though is illuminated by symmetrical rows of flames lining around the stage and entrance ramps…

Bobby Heenan: “What in the hell is going on?”

An eerie violin begins playing over the loud speakers…


From behind the stage emerges a monstrous man, dressed in all black with his face painted white. Hoss Man is standing at the ropes shouting at this enigma, with Zyan still out cold in the ring, all the while this never before seen forces takes his time down the ramp, slapping the brunt of a black baseball bat into his left hand…

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The man rushes into the ring, hitting Hoss Man directly in the gut with the baseball bat. As the lights restore to the stadium the ref is calling for the bell, naming Big Hoss Man winner via disqualification, but the assault is just getting started. Hoss Man who’s leaning over clutching is stomach take a nasty thud from the baseball bat right across his spine causing him to fall over.

The mystery man mounts him and lays the bat across Hoss Man’s throat, then stands slowly and leaps onto the bat, you can hear the tare and ripping of the muscles,


Bobby Heenan: “My god! His neck has to be broken! We need the medics down here ASAP! …Hey what in the hell are you doing?!?”

Heenan looks up at his commentary partner CM Punk who’s standing to his feet, he’s got his headset off and is screaming curse words at the vicious assailant, the man is begging Punk to come in the ring. Punk slides under the bottom rope, but before he can even get all the way in, Punk is catching a ball bat to the back of the head. The crowd reacts accordingly to the nasty blow, Punk flips over onto his back as the man lines up over top of him smashing the ball bat into his face with a golf club type swing. Blood flies out of Punks mouth along with a tooth as the man gets on top of him and starts beating his face in with his bare hands.

The crowd begins to roar as the camera pans to the runway, it’s the SWA World Heavyweight Champion Dylan George! He’s running full speed at the ring, as he reaches the center though, the lights cut off again, just moments later when they restore the man is gone… now with Dylan in the ring trying to tend to Hoss Man and CM Punk the fans begin roaring in disapproval, the camera pans to Mr. Mordred McManus who’s standing at the top of the runway now. A slimy shit eating grin on his face,


“Dylan…Dylan…Dylan… You should have just listened to me, but you have to keep playing the hero don’t you? Too happy, too easily resting on your laurels, too afraid to adapt to the world that’s constantly changing around you.

So let me tell you what’s going to happen now Dylan, my medical team is going to pronounce Big Hoss Man unable to physically compete against you for the SWA World Heavyweight Championship, aaannnnddd seeing as how Sami Zayn was disqualified, the man who you’ll be defending the championship against at Supercard XII is none other than the man you just beat the holy hell out of your friends…EVERY MANS NIGHTMARE… THE MAN CALLED ABRAMELECH!!!”


Dylan is steaming in the center of the ring, mouthing off something inaudible… the scene fades with the medical team removing CM Punk and Big Hoss Man on stretchers as McManus exits the stage laughing….

The image of the SWA stage melts into that of the XWF Stage in Armile Arena during a live event just days before the colossal Lethal Lottery III Pay-Per-View is scheduled to take place in the Present Perceptional Reality...




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