Ever since leaving the Epic Wrestling Organization, Erik Dafoe’s been a company jumper. Having brief stints in a few companies, most of the time leaving before his debut match. This is leaving the world of professional wrestling in a bind.

Can they trust him?

Will he even show up?

Well, IBW owner Ray LaPointe made Erik an offer he couldn’t refuse. Wrestle for International Brutal Wrestling and get an Undisputed Title shot. Thus, Erik signed on the dotted line.

If you thought that he was going to let this opportunity pass him by…you’re dumber than I thought you were.

But now, he’s back in Richmond, training for his return to the ring. He’s looking for his dare to be great situation and he could do it this week. By becoming the Undisputed Champion on his debut match in the company. Not many men can say that, can they?

But that doesn’t matter to Erik at this particular moment. Now he begins to run his daily five to seven miles into the heart of downtown Richmond. As he’s doing this, we can see the people staring him down. I mean it’s not every day that you see someone running through downtown Richmond.

But we digress…

Erik finally stops running when he arrives at a Starbucks. He opens the door and the cold air hits his sweaty frame. He takes his shirt out of his pocket and puts it on. He approaches the counter and waits for the girl to take his order.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally approaches the counter.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Erik scans the menu for a moment before placing his order.

“Yeah, let me get a large Hot Chocolate.”

“Sure thing.”

She starts to fix his order and Erik seeing the lackluster emotion in her movements attempts to make small talk.

“You look real thrilled to be here today.”

“You don’t know the half of it. I planned on quitting today but I’m the only one here.”

“That’s got to suck.”

“That it does.”

“So what time do you get off?”

“Actually in about ten minutes, why?”

“I was just wondering if you’d like to go catch a flick or something?”

She smiles before handing him his hot chocolate.

“Sure, why not.”

“Well, I’ve got to go pick up my vehicle seeing as I ran here. But I’ll be back to pick ya up in about fifteen minutes. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“See ya then.”

Erik walks out of the shop and runs back towards his apartment which is about a 3 mile run from downtown. He arrives at his apartment and hops in the shower. The quickest shower he’s taken in his entire life. He puts on his traditional date attire and grabs his car keys. Then walks outside and speeds off to pick up his date.

As he speeds down the road, he mutters something to himself.

“It’s time to show them, why I’m the best in the business.”

Greetings, fans of International Brutal Wrestling. My name is Erik Dafoe, and I’m the man who’s going to become your Undisputed Champion come Anarchy. Because the owner in his infinite wisdom decides to put yours truly in a Title Match with two guys who seemingly hate each other.

Typical dark horse, I guess.

But that’s the thing, I am the quote unquote ex-factor in this contest. These two jackasses are going to be too busy pining over who’s going to kick each other’s asses all the while I’m going to be at the bar having a drink then I’ll come in and secure the victory.

You know what they say…when opportunity comes knocking, answer the fucking door.

Now onto my competition, or lack there of, this week.

First off is a man who actually put together a complete thought this week, Kyle Johnson. Now Kyle, you are like so many competitors I’ve seen before. You talk about your past accomplishments. Who gives a fuck if you were a eighteen time world champion in HWE. First off, what the fuck is HWE, Homo Wrestling Entertainment. No wonder you were champion there because by the sound of your voice you appear to be flaming.

But enough about your sexual orientation, that’s your business.

You talk about your numerous amount of title reigns in this company but yet what it seems to be is the fact that your nothing but a paper champion. I mean how long has Adam Cage held onto that belt…a year or so. So Kyle, your talks of having numerous amounts of title reigns don’t even hold a candle to what Adam has done. So take that and shove it up your ass or have your whore do that for you.

Enough about him, now onto the champion himself, Adam Cage.

Adam, I’ve heard about you and I must say that your reputation proceeds you. I’ve seen you in companies like LSCW and Underground X. But to be honest, you’ve kinda been on a downward slide towards obscurity. But I’m not one to knock on someone’s career. Truth is, you have something I want even though you let that no talent hack Kyle Johnson take it from you.

That’s the Undisputed Championship.

And come Anarchy, I will be the first man in the history of IBW to win the Undisputed Championship in my first ever match with the company. And why is that?

One, LaPointe, is a shitty promoter because I think that Aeolus Wrath deserves a shot. But that’s just my opinion. And as we all know, in the “wonderful” world of professional wrestling, it’s all about the opinion of the owner of the company.

Go figure, eh?

Two, Adam Cage is a paper champion, much like the guy who’s got possession of the title belt. So this one will be a piece of cake, and at the end of the night, I will be the one raising the title above my head.

While the other two are staring up at the lights.

Nothing personal, it’s just business.

Fin.