This is going to be a good day, I try to tell myself for the fifth time as i finally manage to pull myself from this aged, dilapidated hotel bed. Wait a second, what time is it? I don't think that really matters, I find that out at some point. Personally, I think finding out what city I'm in is the more pressing matter. This is going to be a good day Neil, stop fucking worrying. I search all over this damn hotel room, but no matter how hard I look, I can't find my clothes. Perfect, this is really going to be a good day, isn't it? Finally I find them, as they were hidden under the wallpaper that peeled off the wall in the night. I dress myself as quick as possible, and head down to the lobby. The clock over the front desk says that it's 12:54 PM. I hand my key over to the man at the desk along with my payment for the last 2 nights, and reluctantly ask him what city this is. He tells me I'm a "fucking moron" and refuses to answer. Fuck him too I guess. I walk outside into the blinding sunlight and realize I'm back in Detroit. Oh how lucky I am, this is really going to be a good day...

I try not to focus on the fact that at anytime I could get jumped by goons of that guy I owe money. Wait just a damn second, why can't I remember anything? I mean, the last thing I remember is Christine telling me to write in that fucking diary. Christine! Where is she? Oh fuck, now's not the time for questions Neil, you need to focus on finding her, asshole. My mind races, trying to remember anything past that, and thinking where she'd be. God fucking dammit! I can't remember or think of anything! Really great day, give me a fucking break...



Neil, if I ever see you again, I'm going to kick your ass. That thought keeps going through my mind as I sit here, strapped into this chair. There's not much else to think about, despite the inevitability of them killing me. I don't know who they are, but apparently I'm a high value target. They've been keeping at least 2 people with me since they brought me here. I think we're in Spokane, Washington. At least that's what these two idiots are saying, but how can I trust them? For all I know, we could be anywhere...

Calm down Christine, you're not helping yourself by sitting here, rocking like a psycho in this chair. Rocking in this chair! I can get out of this thing like this! First however, I need to get these assholes away. Hmm, how to fucking do this...

Suddenly, my thoughts are rendered useless, the guards are called upstairs to deal with a "security breach." Excellent. Just fucking excellent. As those dumb cunts go up and lock the door behind them, I rock back and forth as hard as I can in this chair. The knot's coming undone! Yes, I can do this! My hands are freed as the chair tips over, sending me off the chair entirely. I can't believe I did it! Without any hesitation, I sprint to the wall, where I caught a glimpse of a window when they first put me here. Where is it? Oh no, there wasn't a window, was there? FUCK! My entire plan, all gone directly to Hell. I dead, I'm fucking dead. I rush back to the chair, put it upright, and sit down on it. I'll tell them the knot came undone, the fact that I'm still in this thing should fool them. I hope it does though, because I hear the door being unlocked. I take a deep breath as the door opens, and two of my captors start walking down the stairs...



"Monday, Monday, Monday. A tournament is in place to determine a number one contender for the European title. Of course, as a person who wants to do as much as I can in this company, I threw my name into the hat for this event as soon as I heard about it. One thing I learned very soon after signing up however, is that this tournament is largely made up of newcomers. Newcomers like myself might I add. What a group we have here though. Let's run through the confirmed names in this little endeavor, shall we?

Mr. XWF: How's it been, man? Still hitting that clothesline into the Rock Bottom? Look, you know as well as I do that you have as good of a chance of winning this tournament as a lamp. Not one of those fancy lamps either, one of those dirty, fragile motel lamps. I mean, the only good thing about you I can say is that you'd be a good potato, partially because I'm convinced you're a fucking anyway. Either way, I think you're smart enough to stay out of my way on Monday, so I won't pick on you anymore.

Crimson Cobra: I have not met you, so I have nothing to say about you. I also respect you the most out of all the confirmed names, for whatever my respect matters, that is.

Last, and certainly least, Bryan King: Um, were you trying to communicate with me during your little video segment? I mean, I couldn't make out a word you said, possibly due to the fact that stolen wifi is not the best wifi to use. Irrelevant however, I got a transcript of what you said, and I can't believe the stupidity of what I was unlucky enough to lay my eyes on. So much failure in one transcript, I don't even know where to begin! So, let's start from the beginning...

First, all that? Who says that anymore? I mean, really? Secondly, in that same vein, no, I don't think I'm 'all that' because of a cheap shot. Whatever gave you that idea? Next, I'm a stupid fuck? I think you're the pot calling the kettle black on that one, Bryan. Moving on, anyone can rumble with you King, you're a little bitch who's crying after that fact gets proven true. In all honesty, I can't even believe I'm giving you this much time, but you are my last talking point, so I'll go on. Fail number 789, trying to look tough and crazy by hitting yourself in the head with a chair and then swinging a golf club at the camera? Look out everyone, badass alert! Seriously though, I made more of a better statement for toughness and craziness in the first thing the XWF saw of me, where I cut my forehead open with a switchblade, used the handle of said switchblade to break a lightbulb, and waited for the battery of the camera to die before ending the video. So King, keep your attempts at baddassery to a minimum around me, because I'm not impressed. I especially look forward to seeing you on Monday, because I guarantee that all the king's horses and all the king's men won't be able to your bitch ass back together again..."