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Nio · **01-12-2013, 04:10 PM**

How long has it been since I’ve stepped into an XWF ring? The answer is simple: too damn long.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, who the hell is Nio and why does he remind me of the Matrix? Well, the answer is simple. I am one of the two last remaining members of my race. The race that created everything you see around you.

I won’t take too long explaining the details about it since nobody really cares about the past, evident by Neptune brushing off his loss to me as nothing important, but basically my people created Earth as an experiment. An experiment in independence. An experiment to see if “humans”, as we called you, could live independently.

Yeah, that pretty much failed immediately after we made it.

So, ages later, my people sent nine of my own race, I myself included, to Earth, to tell the people the truth about everything.

Of course, you guys being the open minded pricks you are opted to deride us and call us insane. Stay classy, Earth!

So that’s my personal story. What about my professional story? Well, I was one of the first members of the XWF reboot. I went on to have a terrible losing streak, managing to break it when I defeated Neptune.

In a steel cage match.

A match that is impossible to interfere in.

I proceeded to pick up win after win, beating the likes of the undefeated Mattaki…have…relations with a shoe…stupid rated show…and the always idiotic Nick Ryan.

Neither of which involved my manager, Miyoko Kawashima.

Because the management back then sucked.

So, don’t let Neptune’s words fool you. He’s just jealous he didn’t go anywhere in the XWF, and that I accomplished more than he did. I mean, look at him. He keeps going back to that one loss constantly. He has “not over it” written all over him. That one loss planted a seed in Neptune, one that has grown and grown ever since. He knows that it was thanks to him that I became the best in the XWF then…

…and he knows that I can do it again. He knows that I can beat him, without interference, triple threat or not. And he knows I can become the best in the XWF…today.

And you know what, you’re right Neptune. It is going to be just us. Because this other guy, Griffith PrickFallouster, or whatever his name is? He doesn’t hold a candle to either of us. Look, kid, I don’t care what kind of personality you have, if you’re witty or if you’re the next Frank Sinatra, when you’re dealing with me, you’re dealing with the best talker, the best all around athlete, and the best thing this place ever had going for it. You can say whatever you want to, Griff, but whatever you’ve got, we’ve got it ten times better. We’ve been here before, we know what it’s like to have our hand raised. We know what it’s like to hold the victories. We know what it’s like to hold the titles. Unlike you Griff, you will never have that opportunity. Between the two of us, you are nothing but a shy yellow pegasus at an attitude enhancement class.

Don’t get me wrong, I never underestimate my opponents. Because once they start underestimating me…that’s when I get the win. So Griff, I’m fully expecting you to come out with you’re a-game. It’s just unfortunate that you’re a-game is crap compared to mine.

Now enough about the failure in this match, let’s talk about Neptune, because let’s just be honest, he’s the only one who’s gonna give me any sort of trouble.

Actually, speaking of underestimation, you’re doing it pretty well right now. You actually have to reference Ill Mind of Hopsin 4 just to describe how much I “sucked.” You’re trying to get people to stop making gay jokes, yet here you are leaving it open for people to discuss. Hell, what’s even more pathetic is that you people are still stuck on the Matrix jokes. That gag got old the time Jayzon Williams used it, which just so happened to be the hundredth time somebody referenced it. But don’t worry Neptune, just like Jayzon, I’m going to make sure you never come back to insult me again.

For somebody who claims to have the upper hand over me, you spend a lot of time talking about the past. Like I said earlier, who cares about the past? All that matters now is the future. Now, I could mention that I’ve been training, that I have been preparing for this match…but that would be a lie. Because, I haven’t been preparing for you. Because, I already know how to beat you. I’ve done it before, and I can sure as hell do it. Not to devolve your abilities, Neptune, but you seem to think I’m less of an athlete than you. Well, this less of an athlete has only gotten better. Now, compare my lack of abilities before, to them now. What you’ve got is an even better chance of me walking away the winner over either you, or Griff over here.

You can reveal your second promo and put down all the words I’ve spoken to you or not, because it doesn’t what either of you have to say.

I’m here to prove why I’m the best in the XWF, and if I have to go through two superstars to prove it…

…then Mark Flynn better get that European Title shined up nice and bright, cause I’m headin for it, and nobody, not even the “great” Neptune is gonna be a hindrance when I become the guy to look out for…once again.

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September 25, 2012

Leo was dead.

I should be proud. Ecstatic. Some other word resembling happiness of that nature.

The guy who I’ve been fighting for, what, three years now, is finally dead.

But I’m not proud. Or ecstatic. Or some other words resembling happiness of that nature.

I’m scared. Not for my life, or for my return to the XWF, but for…him.

Diego.

I never liked Diego, even before we were sent to Earth. He always seemed like a dick, acting like he was the better of us, even though I proved repeatedly that I was always the superior. He never could handle it. The arrogance he had only made his countless defeats even more satisfying. Whether it was sparring or playing some kind of football, I always held the top spot over him, something he never let go of.

Diego was always an arrogant prick, deluding himself into belief in his dominance. Behold my surprise when he turns into a psychotic madman with an IQ higher than that of Einstein and Newton combined. When I first saw him on Earth, I was amazed at how much he changed. Gone were the days of sole intention in defeating me, gone were the days of one syllable words, instead, replaced with it was the sickest and most deranged mind I have ever seen.

His eyes were what got me the most.

His…cold…uncaring eyes. Blacker than the midnight’s abyss. Pulling me in with their intensity and leaving you dead once you arrive.

They were intoxicating, and it sickens me to describe him in this way. He was a demon in its raw form. He looked like the spawn of Adolt Hitler and the devil itself.

I hate him.

I hate everything about him.

But I hate his eyes the most.

They haunt me. As a lied in that hospital bed, recovering from that final battle, sleep was a rarity. My dreams were haunted with those black eyes. I didn’t want to sleep, but the doctors made it clear that it was a necessity.

I hate those doctors.

But not as much as I hate those eyes. Dark. Cold. Uncaring. Maniacal.

They appear in my happiest dreams and my darkest nightmares. I can’t go anywhere in my imagination without seeing those eyes.

Those…dark…eyes…

It is then that I fling up from my hospital bed. The room would be filled with silence if not for the sound of my heart monitor beeping quickly or my deep pants filling its void.

I glance over to my right to see the time clocked in at 3 in the morning. This has been the problem for the past week. Sleep is often replaced with slamming down a 20 ounce bottle of Mountain Dew and stuffing my mouth full of whatever the hospital has to eat.

For the love of the unknown this is not how I should be living. A quick glance around my hospital room sees Gwen and Nathan by themselves. Ryan had to depart last Sunday to get back to the force, lest she leave them alone or something. I don’t know, I didn’t really question it.

However, leaving me with one guy who wants to tear my head off for keeping him worried for a year, and one girl who wants to get back home pronto, probably wasn’t the best idea. It’s a surprise I’ve made it a week with these two without dying by their hands.

This is what my life has been reduced to. Sitting in a hospital bed at three in the morning with nothing but my thoughts and the fear of sleep.

This sucks.

Whelp, not like I got much to lose. Let’s attempt another sleep course. Not like it’d hurt anyone.

So, I lay back down on the bed in an attempt to return to sleep.

Let’s just hope I don’t pop up in—

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October 10, 2012

—as I pop up in fear of seeing those eyes again.

As my breath gets more raggedy, Gwen walks up, bringing a glass of water with her.

“Here you go, that should get you to feel better,” she says.

I grab the glass in my right hand before taking one big gulp in. I let it pour down my throat before setting the glass on the table to my left.

The dreams have only gotten worse since I was released from the hospital. In a decision made by the three of us, we decided to pile whatever money we had and get on a RV. Then travel around the US to revitalize my wrestling career in an attempt to make more money.

That’s where we were headed now. To St. Louis. There’s this “big show” they’re holding there and they invited me to main event it. They’re promoting it as “former XWF star” vs. “former WGWF star.” It’s interesting, looking at it that way, mostly cause the “former WGWF star” in question is some guy nobody’s ever heard of.

Anyway, since I’ve been missing from wrestling for the betterment of six months, Nathan thought it’d be best if I got some training in. Judging by the look on Gwen’s face when she looked at me in my wrestling attire, she agreed.

Bastards…

So that’s where we’re headed now. To St. Louis. To train for this “big show” that I’m supposed to be making a bunch of money for. Hopefully it’ll be enough to cover for the gas Nathan had to scrounge up. Apparently while I was away, he was saving all the money I had earned while wrestling and put it into stocks. He gained back enough to afford two retirements. The hospital bill had drained that first retirement, and now we’re digging into the second one by doing this huge cross country trip.

Hopefully it’ll be worth it.

The unknown knows I’ll need the focus.

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October 24, 2012

As I rush out of a boo’ing Scottrade Center in front of 5,000 people, my only thought is what the hell happened?

Seriously, I went from being the best in the XWF to…that?

To be honest, the match that I just put on was absolute crap. I wouldn’t even call it a match. Between my own rust, and the other guy’s lack of talent, the escapade we just put on was equivalent to a Dark Shadow vs. Honkey Lighthouse match main eventing the biggest show of the year. Seriously. That’s how bad of a flop that match was.

And that’s coming from the guy who just participated in it. What about all those fans who were out there? How much did they hate it?

As I reach the locker room to grab all my stuff, I can’t help but notice something peculiar.

My bag is missing.

No joke. My bag is gone. My bag that contained all my casual gear.

My bag that contained all my stuff to change into.

My bag that contained all the goddamn money we had left on this stupid trip!

Glancing around the locker room to try and find it, I find no luck. In an act of frustration, I kick one of the benches that are present, not realizing until after I’m holding my hurt toe that they’re nailed to the floor.

I look around a bit before walking towards the locker room door, ready to leave and pack it up.

When I open the door, I notice the guy who ran the show together.

“Ah, just the guy I wanted to see,” he says.

I can tell by the look on his face I’m gonna get hosed.

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October 30, 2012

And hosed I was.

Instead of the promised grand, I was given a mere 250 bucks. It was enough to make it to Little Rock, Arkansas, and the only reason we stopped was to discuss the situation.

“So…we have 199 dollars left to deal with,” Nathan says as he tosses the cash on the table.

“Not exactly the finest life we had envisioned,” Gwen says.

They both look over to me with eyes that scream “we hate you.” Yeah, well, it wasn’t my fault my stuff got stolen…

…is what I would’ve said had I not had the world’s biggest headache.

“So…what are we gonna do?” Nathan asks.

“Scrounge together what we have and try to make it by. Try and get Nio some gigs. Maybe have us get some jobs here. I could probably get some beggar money with my Anodite powers,” Gwen says.

I faze them both out. Ever since the bomb that was the St. Louis show, my nights have been nothing but those eyes. I haven’t gotten proper sleep in months. It’s not really a surprise, looking back, that that performance was terrible.

When Gwen’s hand is placed on mind, I return to reality.

“What?” I ask.

“I said, what do you think?” she asks.

She narrows her eyes, whether in concern or disappointment, I don’t know.

“Yeah, sure, whatever…” I say.

“Maybe you should go get some fresh air, you’re looking pretty bad…” she says.

Nathan doesn’t respond, but when I glance over towards him, I can sense his worry.

With a sigh, I stand up. It’s at the end of October and I haven’t got much to my name but a crappy RV, 199 bucks, and two friends with nothing left to lose.

I’m open for any suggestions as long as it helps the cause.

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Later That Day

Why does 50 degree weather have to be so goddamn hot? Seriously, it’s only in the 50’s and I feel like my head’s about to explode.

And to make matters worse, everywhere I turn down the street I’m seein his face. I’m losing my mind, I know it.

It’s not normal, to see someone’s face on every corner of every street on every person you happen to meet.

I hold my forehead as I reach the end of a block. I’ve gone about two miles simply walking down the road and I haven’t really accomplished much. I mean, unless you count training one’s legs as an accomplishment. In which case I am Usain Bolt right now.

I hate it.

I hate the fact that he’s everywhere.

I hate the burning headache.

I hate the fact that I keep hearing CCP’s voice in the background, and—wait, what?

I turn my head to my right to see a WGWF broadcast on a set of television sets. They're in one of those window displays you see on the side of roads.

CCP’s giving some shpeal about something I don’t care about. I never liked him. He always seemed like an arrogant prick who got away with smoking marijuana illegally.

I shake my head and turn to my left to see a guy in a suit with a smile.

That’s not suspicious or anything.

Yeah, I see guys in suits in Little Rock in October when it’s 50 degrees out smiling all the time.

“I know who you are, Nio,” he says.

“That’s just dandy. I don’t care who you are,” I say.

“Oh, but you should. I mean…I’m here to offer you a second chance.”

“Amazing, is your name Clarence or something?”

“No, no, that’d be stupid.”

Compared to me talking to a guy in a suit in Little Rock in Octo—jeez, getting a migraine just thinking about it!

“The WGWF will run a show on November 11th here in Little Rock. You are going to show up and you will earn a lot of money from it. That is your second chance,” he says.

I shake my head, not believing him in the slightest.

That is, until an ad pops on the TV describing a WGWF show that’s gonna be in Little Rock on November 11th. It even says it’s open to all wrestlers who’ve never held the WGWF World Title.

Add that to the list of suspicious things.

“Alright…thanks bud—” I say as I turn to look at him.

All I see is the back of his blonde hair as he turns the corner of the street.

No…

It…it couldn’t be…

I pace around the corner of the block…only to see nothing resembling blonde hair.

Wow, I must really have a headache.

Right, well, it’s quite obvious I’ve got a plan in set.

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Even More Later That Day

It’s gotta be another two hours before I arrive back at the RV.

But before I even knock on the door, I stop myself.

This is my chance. What might be my last opportunity. Is it really worth it dragging them into this? I mean, they’ve been my friends. They’ve stuck by me since this whole thing started. Do I really wanna bring them anymore into this? They deserve better lives than what I’ve forced onto them.

But…I need their help. Between Gwen’s powers and Nathan’s……support, I could really use their help should I ever meet up with Diego again.

But I don’t wanna risk their lives.

But…

With a sigh releasing from my lips, I enter into the RV.

“Hey guys, I just found out some news…”

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