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Jason E Smith · (12-19-2013)

The flames of a log fuelled fire is calling me as I walked through the forest on cold winters day. I crush the freshly laid snow beneath my steel black boots leaving a trail of footprints as I go. Growing tired with every step as I carry logs for the fire I begin to take in my surroundings. This forest can make anyone feel alone the only company I have along my travels is the sound of birds chirping high in the sky, sometimes if I hear a birds sweet song I look around me to if can find the origin of the sound but I never do when I look up the only I can see is the rustling of tree leaves blowing in the wind. There seems to be not much habitants upon this woodland area like their scared of the evil within. All I see everyday is the trees upon my daily journey to collect wood. The snow that has fallen in the night makes a delightful change to the plain vast rows of trees I normally see. As I continue to walk closer to home smoke can be seen rising up into the air, I follow the trail and notice the white clouds in the sky. Snow shall fall again soon. As I continue my journey thoughts of tonight’s match creeps into my mind.

A tiny bit of relief is felt as I reach my home. A small wooden cabin situated in the middle of the vast woodland area which is old and rotting acts as my shelter from the cold. The cabin is given a wintry feeling than the normal drab wood I see as snow has settled upon the rooftop.

As I enter the cabin I push the door with my body and walk inside placing the logs near the fire before going back and closing the door. There's not much light inside the room as the window have been blacked out, the only light source comes from the glowing fire. As I begin to take off my thick red winter coat as voice speaks within the darkness.

How is the village this morning?

The realisation of the voice hits my face as I put my coat on the back of a soft armchair. I take a seat next to cosy fire and place my feet on a tiny wooden stool. I answer in friendly tone.

In high spirits the choir sings merry Christmas carols to the passes by. Christmas is near. I am sure your not hear to talk about holidays so how may I help you?

I asked curiously.

I am not hear to ask for anything I am only to see how you are.

There's a slight pause before I answer. I always loved the sound of his voiced, calming and soothing he speaks with knowledge and truth.

That sir is very kind of you I'm good thank you.

Glad to hear, so tell me the things you have witnessed.

Well there is a new king who reigns over the XWF, John Madison has turned into a blonde women, Peter Gilmour is literally fighting with his fat, the brotherhood is crumbling and the Extreme Revolution is no more. These are just a few things my friend that I have noticed upon returning. Many things have changed but it's still the crazy mad house that is the XWF.

I laugh.

Tell me your feelings for tonight’s match

I pause as instant thoughts from earlier that day raced into my head.

Christmas. Most people adore this time of year. Beautiful decorations fill the cities, people singing Christmas carols, the delight of a turkey feast, being with your love ones.

I paused as for the moment the sadness in my voice is clear as the realisation of being alone this Christmas finally sunk inside my mind. Mere months after my mother's death by the hand of my killer I still had not got used to that thought until now. I cleared my throat and continued to speak.

Exchanging gifts. The thought that counts right? You can always count on that one gift you don't want but you get it anyway. Now what would be the gift I want this Christmas. A car?, a new TV?, new sofa or bed?. I don't want anything materialistic I want something that has more of an emotional value. The one gift I desire most this Christmas are tears of an alien. Let's be honest Zak Misery and Mr Supernova's relationship is no secret but shall we find out the truth. Do they really love each other?. I propose an experiment, How long does it take until Mr Supernova charges down the ramp to save his lover because deep down inside he struggling to see his lover this way beaten and bruised lit up like a Christmas tree. I want to see the truth. I want to him crack and get angry or sad and cry that means I have to strike a cord and tug on the old heartstrings and the only way I can do that is by using someone close to him like Zak Misery.

Although none of that may happen at all and it could just be a simple Xtreme Rules match which would be a shame. After all I came back to the XWF for one reason to find the truth because all I see is the lies.

What truths do you think you shall uncover tonight?

Who wants it more and who is crazy enough to go the extra mile?

Tonight your journey begins

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