QUESTION EVERYTHING

Every book you've ever read is just a combination of 26 letters. We've read this story before. It is engraved in our minds, and we can resite it almost word for word. The big bad antagonists take over a population, and it is up to the hero's to band together to take them out.

We've seen it all before, so why is this any different?

Those who say that we're in a time when there are no heroes, they just don't know where to look.

It's hard to be the hero, when you've spent your entire life as the villain. Made an entire career being the bad guy, being the one they all rooted to lose. Now, being in a position to be the hero, the good guy, the one everyone wants to win....

Are you really even rooting yourself? What if you become something you've always hated?

Would you break the law to save a loved one? Would you steal to feed a starving child?

If you died now, would you have any regrets?

Chris sat in a chair in the middle of the floor, the old dusty basement he had made his home.

Hanari was pacing, anxious to get out from underground. Chris had promised he would join him for a drink, above ground, and would try his best to see the "light".

"Chris, I know you're going through some things right now hermano, and trying to channel the dark side within yourself to get to the level of brutality needed for Saturday.......but my tequila tank is on empty brother. This is your way, I wanna show you mine. Life is bueno, and I think a nice tiki bar and some bikini-top tits may just do the trick."

Chris turned towards Hanari.

"Have you ever questioned the meaning of your existence?"

"Every day, chico."

"No, like, everyday life. Things you see, do, smell, feel, taste, have you ever wondered about them? Like wondered why?"

"Yes."

"Like what?"

Hanari took a moment to think, rubbing his chin, then his eyes lit up.

"What if birds aren't singing, but screaming because they are afraid of heights?"

Chris looked at him again, this time with a raised eyebrow.

"Do animals think in English, or in the sounds they make?"

The two locked eyes for a moment.

"Anything else?"

"I never understood balloons. Like, happy birthday, here's a plastic sack of my breath."

The silence felt like an entire calendar year. The basement was dark and silent, only the occasional scutter of a mouse or the hiss from the pipes. You could cut a knife with the silence.

Then.......

They both bust out laughing.

"You whacky fucking wetback. Alright, I'll come get a drink."

A real hero is someone who gets up even when he can't.

His body ached as he sat in the rather uncomfortable chair at the tiki bar. This chair was padded. Why did he prefer the old metal chair he was in before?

The breeze hit his hair, the air was warm. Time and time again he was beaten down, a member of some of the most brutal matches in the history of this company, but time and time again he got back up. When he left the company, he thought that was it. He planned for that to be it. He thought he'd never do this again.

Truth was, he loved his.

He needed this.

He needed the pain. Needed the torment. Needed to ache everyday. He needed to bleed to know he was truly alive.

An attractive brunette with a low cut top slid a drink in front of him. He snapped back to reality.

"This man, this is life. It is too short to mope, my guy. Enjoy it, because you will miss it when its gone."

Chris put his fingers around the glass. Even closing his hand ached something fierce.

He brought the glass to his lips, and noticed his hand was shaking a bit.

Setting the glass back down, he looked over at the ocean and the waves rolling in. As he glanced around he noticed the array of tables, all equipped with chairs. There was a ladder at the edge of the bar. Work was being done to the roof.

He questioned everything, but the one burning question that tore though his mind like an F5 Tornado on the Kansas prarie.......

"What if rocks are actually soft, but just tense up when we touch them?"

He took another sip as the pretty brunette smiled at him.

We do not have to become heroes overnight. Just a step at a time, meeting each thing that comes up ... discovering we have the strength to stare it down.

"So we may be experiencing a new phenomenon. They say there is a first time for everything, but the Addams Family over there has been quiet. Perhaps Chris Page has taken to heart the words Hanari said. Perhaps he doesn't wanna be a puppet anymore, doesn't wanna be held down by a dictator in Robert Main who only cares about himself. Perhaps Page wants to take his greasy hair and his massive sense of self-entitlement and try to be something in this business, instead of pandering to the lowest common denominator and linking up with the one man he can't beat. It's like me joining up with Robert. Shit, I can't seem to beat him, so why not make myself look better by joining him? Hanari may want the best for you, Chris, and may want you to see the light......but I want you to suffer. I want you to look in the mirror everyday and tell yourself that you've failed. Stop lying to us all, and mostly, stop lying to yourself.

Robert is a parasite. He sucks you in, uses you as his host, and gets what he can out of you before discarding you for a new one. It's a pattern more repetitive than a Cataclysm beating your chest promo. That braggadocios image is merely that, an image. Truth is, Robert is fragile. He needs you a lot more than you need him, Chris. He has sucked in many before you, and he will do it to many more after you. That's just how he is. It's a pattern at this point.

Taking these titles from you will be good for you, believe it or not.

All this tough talk....and its not even tough talk. It's just destruction and death. Ripping out innards, caving in skulls, breaking bones....KILLING your opponents. Cut the act, nobody is buying it.

Oh so you pinned Noah Jackson? You retained by pinning Vanessa? Is that an accomplishment? He really has you brainwashed. Beating Noah and Vanessa are not accomplishments, it is what you're supposed to do. When Hanari said you haven't beaten good competition since Main stuck his dick in your colon, I guess he was right. You try to throw THAT in my face? You hide behind the fact that Robert Main carries this team like a Jansport and you try to validate with opponents that are not...how did you phrase it, "in your league"?

Golden Goose? So what does that make you? Polished turd?

I'll admit you two are probably the best on the roster right now, but monopolizing? Where is your sense of pride? Where is your sense of manifest destiny? Robert Main stalked you, hunted you, killed you, and now you are nothing more than a trophy on his mantel. You're a prize to him. You're a ten point buck, and he flaunts you around not because he likes or even respects you, but because he wants to bask in his glory that he brought down the beast.

” Sounds about right to me because a week from Saturday Night these two fucktards are going to be in for the longest night of their entire lives. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but haven’t you owned Chaos more times than a used car…?”

Pretty sure you and I have the same number of losses at the hands of Robert Main, and neither of us have a win over him. Pot, meet kettle. Kettle, meet pot. You're such a fucking delusional prick.

God, when will you wake up?

Robert, you've already moved onto War Games, already written us off. A little too cocky, no? Sure, you've beaten me every time we squared up but its always been a battle. Now I have the next rising star in this business with me, I don't think this will be as easy as you think.

First off, "his" War Games captain? Hanari and I are not on the same team. Way to foreshadow that one big guy. That was planned because we don't need to piggy back off each other...we both want to win. Both have that drive, that killer instinct. You two are so afraid of facing each other that you had to make sure Barbie and Ken shared the same dreamhouse.

Speaking of War Games, nice job drafting, dickwad. Low Mo, Russian Rose? Thunder Knuckles? I know what you're gonna say, he's a champion at least. Bullshit. Hanari made him cry like a bitch once already. What are you two precious pussies gonna do when its just you two left? I'll tell ya what you're gonna do. You're gonna eat each other. Strength in numbers is a bitch, and I have Centurion and Robbie Bourbon on my team.

You're days are numbered.


So, you're partner is a loser then? Because as of right now, he is the epitome of second place.

I don't need to spark any engine, the fact I get a second chance to do this at all is spark enough. I get charged up to fight. Win, loss, or draw I wanna go out there, create some chaos, and hurt someone. I wanna leave mouths dropped in awe, I wanna sell tickets. You two wanna jerk each other off, be my guest, but I have figured you out.

You two sure seem to think highly of yourselves. I wouldn't expect anything different. But just know that we have a lot of fight in us, and when we climb that ladder, pull those belts off, and end this little "reign of terror", you two won't have a damn thing to hang your hat on. Yes we're the underdogs, yes not a lot of people are giving us much of a chance, but hell no if you think we are going to roll over and die. and Slater were doomed from the start. The Sick Cunts were nothing more than a queef in the wind, and the VVomen, well....I think it's safe to say they couldn't hack it here. You haven't beaten anyone nearly up to par with us. Whether you think so or not, Hanari and I are quite the team. We have a hell of a lot more heart than we are given credit for, and with the entire roster (literally, everyone wants you two to lose), we have what it takes to start your War Games week off with an unexpected disaster.

I'm not used to the whole underdog role, but to be honest I'm starting to like it. You're damn right I pick my spots and I am damn good at it too. I'm gonna pick my spots Saturday Night and at the end of the night we'll see just how tough you two really are. You will question your moral, question your ability, question if this 'Alliance' is anymore than hot gas. You will question if your time is over, and you will question the meaning of life. Guys, stop being so confident.

Question everything."

Fin.