I will not talk to Frankie.


I won't think about Frankie.


Primarily... I will not talk to Frankie cause if I don't speak with her, then the chances of seeing her severely decreases.


It seems like a drastic move but far too much drama has ensued because of her. We hooked up. Does it still count as a hook up, if it's multiple occurrences? Whatever. Doesn't matter. Point is that we slept together... several times, which meant that she cheated on Zane a numerous amount of times, it was a betrayal on my part and now he wants revenge. See what I mean? Drama. That could have been avoided if I didn't sleep with Frankie. I can't help it, she's like a drug or something. She gets into my head and then before you know it, we're right back to doing the same thing that got me into this mess. Even though we haven't known each other tremendously long, she's become this weakness of mine and I can't control myself around her.


It's utterly insane and doesn't make any sense but it is completely true. So I'm going to quit this female, cold turkey before something even worse happens and in order to do that, I have to shut her out. Totally ghost her and end all communication, permanently. That way she will have absolutely no power over me. Zero control, whatsoever.


Sounds simple, right? Haha! Try telling that to someone that's already become addicted to this chick. Someone that repeatedly stabbed one of his closest friends in the back, just to be with this woman. Christ. I sound like a fucking psycho! How did this happen? No matter. I am going to stay strong and get through this, one day at a time. Like I'm a god damn junkie trying to get off the dope. First things first. I am going to delete her from my contacts... or should I straight up block her? Decisions, decisions. What do I do?


Naturally as I pondered these questions, my cell started to ring. Frankie was calling me. For a moment I stood there, staring at my phone like the very first person that encountered a cell phone. Or any sort of advanced technology for that matter. Brows furrowed and a look of alarm on my face. It was like time was standing still and I was stuck in some kind of limbo, coupled with constant ringing. And then something totally out of the blue happened. The phone was taken away from me and the call was ignored. A rather strange phenomenon considering the fact that I was alone in the kitchen. So how did that happen? It was peculiar. It was absurd. It was my older brother, Oliver Last.





"Figured you might need some help quitting that chick."


"Yeah, apparently I do, I really... really do."


"Haha! It was like you were in a trance, you were mesmerized. I was legit worried cause not only were you clearly on a different planet, it was also almost as if you were on a whole other plane of existence as well. From my perspective, that's how it seemed anyway. What did that girl do to you, man? Is she a witch or something? Like Nyx Nephthys?"


"Not that I am aware of. As far as I know, she's like Griffin MacAlister. A living weapon."


"Well, I guess the mystery continues then."


"I guess so. Hey, how did you get in here... inside of my apartment, I mean?"


"Um, I teleported."


"You teleported? Like dad?"


"Yeah, pretty cool, right?"


"Very cool. Is this an ability that you've always had? Cause I wasn't aware of you being able to do that."


"Ah... nope, it's new. But that's the other neat part. I just discovered that I could do it the other day."


"Go on. I'm listening."


"I was in my apartment and I was super fuckin' high and suddenly I heard something on the roof. Which doesn't make any sense at all cause my apartment is located in the basement of the building. I was high though, so 'nuff said there. Anyway, I looked up to the ceiling and thought of the roof and suddenly, I was on the roof. Unfortunately figuring out how to reverse the process and return to my flat took longer. Much... much, longer. Eventually I worked it out and now I can teleport. Only short distances. Well, relatively short distances, compared to Azrael. He can snap his fingers and travel to distant galaxies and other worlds. I can go from my place to yours. At least that's the furthest that I've tried, that worked, so far. I tried to warp over to Canada cause I was craving some poutine but it didn't pan out. Total bummer. On the plus side, I don't need to snap my fingers and now, my commute around the city got an upgrade. No more public transportation."


I couldn't help it, Oliver's explanation cracked me up and I instantly started busting out laughing.


"Only you would somehow discover new powers that way. Although, if you found out about this new ability at random, maybe that means if you practice using it, you'll eventually learn how to teleport further. Also our father doesn't need to snap to move from point A, to point B, he just does that."


"Ohhh... wait, what, why?"


"I couldn't tell you. It's simply one of those things. One of the mysterious quirks that makes Azrael... Azrael. I'm sure there's some sort of explanation behind it but I tend to leave those questions unasked."


"Huh... I suppose that makes sense, somewhat."


"So what do you want to do, now that you've randomly appeared in my abode and saved me from myself. Quite possibly the worst monster, at this current moment in time."


"Is Arkin home?"


"Yes, he's in his room, supposedly doing homework but I'm willing to bet, that turned into playing X-Box One."


"Fantastic. Then there's obviously only one thing to do."


"What's that?"


"Lets go get a Christmas tree! C'mon! It'll be fun! I never had one, I'm guessing you never had one either. Lets get one for Arkin and break the cycle, what do ya say?"


"That does actually sound like fun. I mean, I was going to get one for him anyway but this way, he gets to experience the whole process and help pick out the tree. Alright, I'm in. Lets go get a Christmas tree."


"Sweet, that's fucking awesome."


"Two things. No swearing around him and no teleporting. He's seven, I don't want him learning certain words and then using them to curse people out, I am also trying to keep his childhood as normal as possible, so I'm limiting his exposure to special abilities. For now. At least, until he starts showing signs of having his own powers. Which has not happened yet. I don't expect it to happen anytime soon either. Raph, Ezra and I, didn't start showing signs of having unique abilities, until we were thirteen. So maybe a little over six months or so. It's why I haven't been using my own gifts as often as I used to in the ring. Not that I allow him to watch the XWF. He is way too young to witness all that but doing this helps to keep me in the practice of not using my powers, for when I'm at home. I want him to have a balance of both worlds growing up. Think it'll give him better memories than I had. I don't know how accurate that logic is, I'm sort of figuring this all out as I go along; however, I know it would have been nice, to grow up experiencing that kind of harmony."


"Gotcha. I understand."


"On that note, shall we commence operation 'tree'?"


"Absolutely."


"Then I'll unglue Arkin, from both the television and his system and we'll roll, bounce."





"Tis the season! For wrestling! It's a good thing I plan on celebrating with my family on the 24th, at night. Instead of early as fuck in the morning on the 25th. Like a chump or some kinda psychopath. Yeah, I told Arkin that Santa delivers all the best stuff on the 24th to the really good kids, then leaves the rest of what's leftover for the somewhat well behaved children. They don't exactly deserve coal but they don't acquire precisely what they want either. It's sort of like a randomized, grab bag. You get, what you get and have to be happy in the fact that you got something, rather than nothing at all... or were stuck with coal. Hmmmm... I wonder what parents tell the kids that are really into coal? Anyway, he totally bought it. And now, I'll be able to sleep in and then later on, I'm wrestling for the Television title. Isn't that fantastic? I'm receiving yet another shot at the TV title."


"Only this time it's on an even bigger, better stage. Oh but it's not like I knew that in advance or anything. I would never think that a pay-per-view, on Christmas Day, outweighs a normal, ordinary Saturday Night Savage. No, I certainly wouldn't do that, at all. No way. No how. Atticus Black is my home skillet, I stop by his office, we drink Earl Grey tea and make fun of... er, I mean we chat. About stuff and things. Yes, that is what we do, when I stop by his office. Enough on that though, how about I kick this promo into gear and talk about my opponents?"


"I'm going to get this one out of the way first. The mystery opponent. I haven't checked to see if there was an update on who this person might be. If it's a man or a woman. I also haven't watched any promos. So this could be anybody. With that being said, I do have an opinion on the whole idea of the mystery opponent... honestly, I think the concept is kind of silly. Especially how it was executed. Everyone is going to find out who the person is eventually cause they need to announce who they are in their first promo. Which sort of diminishes the whole surprise in my book."


"Personally, I think the person should have kept their identity a secret, until the day of the match, preferably till the end of it. Regardless if they win or lose. Whether they're ripping the mask off in triumph or someone is taking it off them, while they lay in a crumpled up heap on the canvas. That serves up more shock value that way. Folks are in suspense. Wondering and speculating. Who is the mystery person... I don't know but I can't wait to find out. Sadly that was not the route that was taken and I'm going to place this fail on the mystery person. Atticus Black would never drop the ball like that. Clearly this dumbass, put their foot down and demanded that the reveal was lame as fuck. Being the awesome general manager that Atticus is and seeing it's the holidays, he complied. It's a damn, rotten shame that pathetic piece of shit, forced him to do that. I want you to know Atticus, I'm here for you buddy, you and me, we'll grab a beer and you can vent about it after Warfare. The beers are on me too."


"On to the next competitor... Bearded War Pig. You know, I can't figure you out. One minute you're going strong and the next you're failing at life. Are you on drugs? Do you need to be put on drugs? Which is it? Cause something is definitely off with you. Like way off. Everyone's driving down the street and you're trying to go off road... straight into the ocean. Attempting to navigate your automobile on water, like Jesus built your hot rod. You're not right in the head. There's some wires crossed up there. Some screws popped loose and are clanking around causing you to act erratic. You probably should seek help after our match. Talk to a specialist or something. Get yourself sorted out and receive the treatment that you sorely need, before you do something even stupider."


"Then there's Noah Jackson. Every college kid's favorite wrestler. Cause they turned his promos into a drinking game. Everyone drinks every time he says 'cunt' or 'cuck' and before his promo is even over, the entire room is on the floor. Fucking hammered. Noah is single handedly giving kids everywhere, alcohol poisoning. Liver transplants are on the rise. Thanks to Noah. If your children wind up with kidney failure. You know who made that possible. Yes, he's quite the fellow and when he's not harming children, he's fantasizing about my brothers and I. If you thought incest went out of style with Rain and Snow. Think again, cause he'll tell you a fan-fiction story, that will really give you something to think about. Sorry Noah, I hate to burst your bubble but we're not into incest, you might think it's a game that the entire family can play but we don't. But hey, at least you have your fake father to live out fantasies with, that's something, right? He can call you son again and you guys can do whatever it is that you do, when the camera isn't on. Thankfully."


"Lastly there's Travis Stone. The newcomer. The wild card. Nobody knows anything about him, least of all me. Mastermind can't even pronounce his name. Ol' back foot called him, Trevor. So the dude is so uninspiring, he literally makes people forget his name as soon as they see it. Either that or Mastermind was confused by the name and it caused him to make up a new name, that was far more acceptable to him. It's one of the two. It doesn't really matter which. Flip a coin and decide. The point is that Travis Stone is irrelevant and in two months, he'll probably be gone. That's my prediction and I doubt he will prove me wrong. I do look forward to kicking the shit out of him though."

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