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I step through the door into the long winding hallway, nobody I here. There is no light, merely darkness, though I can still see. The hallway is lined with cold steel lockers. All seem to radiate hatred and fury as I pass them. They spew vile and vicious slurs all meant to maim the feeling of their target. The wood floor creaks and moans with every step I take. I feel like I am being followed.

I reach the end of the hallway, there is no turn, only a door. No words on or around the door, just a normal door. I open it and step in. A locker room, it is empty. No. There is a girl, young, maybe 13 or 14 in the corner. She is crying. Her long black hair is matted with blood and her clothes hang from her body, torn and shredded.

I slowly walk toward the girl and kneel down. Before I say anything she turns and leaps into my arms. She holds me tight and refuses to let go. Her crying begins to grow louder, it echoes through the room.

It’s no longer a locker room, it is now a bedroom. Small and sparse. The child is no longer in my arms, she now sits on the bed. Her clothes are nice and clean, and show no signs of her earlier appearance. Her face tells a different story, it is cold and emotionless. Her eyes are dead. They frighten me.

Voices outside, their speaking about her. They sound sad, there is a woman crying. A man is angry. The door opens, it’s a boy, a few years older than the girl. He walks over to the girl and hugs her. She doesn’t respond.

We’re back in the locker room. The girl still sits in the corner, no longer crying. We’re no longer alone. The voices seem to inch ever closer, taking the form of demonic shadows. They slowly begin to creep around her. I try to move, but can’t. They have me, I’m helpless to stop them as they engulf her.

The tears are mine this time. The girl doesn’t make a noise, the only sounds are those of the shadows as they howl with laughter and make vile disgusting noises. I fall to my knees, and place my face in my hands. Why couldn’t I stop it? Why couldn’t I prevent it?

The voices are gone. It’s the room again. The boy is gone, leaving only the girl. The adults walk in, a woman and two men. The woman has been crying, one of the men is angry, the other shows almost no real expression. The expressionless man walks up to the girls and kneels down in front of her. He says something, I can’t hear it. The girls begins to cry, she leaps off the bed and runs to the other adults. They embrace her. The woman begins crying again. The man is tearing up as well. The boy reenters the room, he joins in on the embrace.

It is dark. No girl, no shadows, just the darkness and me. I begin to cry, I do not know why. I kneel down and just let it out.

I sit up, panting, sweat dripping from every inch of my body. The covers are too hot, so I toss them off of me. I slide off of the bed, my feet touch the cold wooden floor, it makes me shiver a bit. I stand up, my eyes take a moment to focus as I look for my pack of cigarettes on the end-table. I pick them up and take them with me as I stumble my way to the door. The lock takes a minute to undo. When I finally get it unlocked I open the door and step out onto the roof. The cold night air hits me like a wave of ice. It engulfs every inch of my naked being. It feels amazing. I walk out and close the door behind me.

I flick the outside light out and walk over to one of the 3 chairs we have set out there. I don’t worry about someone seeing me, it’s not the first time I’ve been out here naked. Hell, Ami and I have fucked out here before. It is kind of hard to see something on the roof of a building in the middle of the night. I sit down and pull out a cigarette, the plastic chair feels frozen against my bare ass. I light the cigarette and inhale the smoke. It calms my nerves.

I try to remember the dream, but cannot. I see flashes, nothing more. I put it out of my mind, no point in putting too much focus on it. I take another drag off of the cigarette and toss it to the ground.

“Baby?”

I look over, Ami stands by the door, clad in only a pin silk robe.

“What are you doing out here?” She asks as she begins walking to me.

“Just needed some fresh air. Did I wake you?”

“No, I rolled over and you weren't there. Then I saw the light on outside, and here we are.”

“Yea, I had a bad dream. Woke up in a sweat, figured some cool night air would help.”

“What was the dream?”

“I don’t remember it all. Just flashes.”

“Well best not to go prying for something like that.”

“I suppose. Why don’t you come over here and have a seat.”

She walks over and collapses into the chair next to me.

“So, Detroit eh?”

“Yea, luckily I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple days.”

“Yea, no more of that 2 weeks shit. That was fucking lame.”

“Ugh, I know. If I ever have to do that shit again, I’m bringing you along.”

“Damn straight you fucking will.”

“Language young lady.”

I lean over and kiss her on the lips. They taste sweet. I pull her out of her chair and on top of me. A perfect moment.

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I had him, it was over. All I needed to do was pin his pathetic ass, but that didn’t happen. Nothing is perfect, and on Monday, I proved that point. I fucked up the Tokyo Pop and landed on my shoulder. I tried to get up, but in the end I was too late and it ended with a double count out. Ranma stepped in though and made the match at Unbreakable a triple threat match featuring, Mic Ferrari, Alyssa Ferro and myself. I seriously think that dude has a thing for Asian chicks, otherwise he would have just handed the title to Ferro. Only reason Ferrari is on there is because Ranma can’t show favoritism even though it’s fairly obvious. Ranma, thanks for the shot, but there is no way in hell you will get a piece of this.

It’s almost funny really. Just one month ago, at Summer Madness, I had my first match against Captain Commercial, and now I am in a triple threat match for the WGWF Television Title. I have proven myself to be a dangerous competitor over this past 4 weeks. I obliterated Captain Commercial in a matter of seconds, I put Kevin Jewart out of commission, I defeated Famine Of The Vile, and let’s be honest, if not for the bad landing, I would have defeated Mic Ferrari.

I do not want to sound like some ego driven bitch, but let’s face it, I’m a mother fucking roll. One month, one month is all it took for me to be in title contention. That is how damn good I am, but as I said, I’m not going to sit here and toot my own horn. I am confident in my abilities, does that make me the best? No, I’m sure there are any number of WGWF roster members who could defeat me but as I said, I am confident in my abilities. When I walk into a match, I know that there is the possibility of me losing, but I also know that when I step between those ropes, I know without a doubt that I will give whoever I am facing, a tough as nail battle.

Triple threat match for the WGWF World Television Championship. The Playboy Mic Ferrari versus the fiery redhead Alyssa Ferro, versus the J-Rocker Icarus. This match will steal the whole fucking show. It’s going to be friggen crazy, and I love it. What better way to win this title than to take on two main stays of this fed? Ferro, one of Centurions protégés, and a former world champion in Mic.  It’s going to be tough, but I know I have the ability to pull it off. I know I have the skill to defeat those two.

Mic, well what can I say about you that I haven’t already said. I called you out on just about every credential you have. I called you on you supposed World Title win, I called you on your utterly lackluster record and I called on your complete mastery of sucking. I mean, what else can I say? I suppose I can bring up that utter nonsense you’ve been spouting since last week, calling me an Asian whore and talking about how you were going to wipe the floor with me. Yea, that didn’t happen though, did it? No, I kicked your ass up and down that ring and if not for the shoulder thing would have beaten you. Face it Mic, while it may have been a double count out, I had you beat plain and simple. So continue to talk your shit and I will continue to prove why you are nothing more than a mediocre douche bag who hires ugly ass prostitutes to try and make himself look like some big shot, when let’s face it, you’re not.

Alyssa Ferro, oh wow, where do I begin? I really don’t feel good taking shots at you, after all you are a fellow member of the lesbian party. Sigh, what can I really say about you?  I suppose I can call you out on the emo cutting bullshit, or the fact that you’re off your rocker. Granted, those two are related. What the fuck is up with that shit anyways? Why would a lovely girl like yourself want to do that shit? It’s fucking illogical.

This emo bullshit is just retarded. Oh, my life is so bad, cut cut cut. What a crock of shit. Grow the fuck up and deal with your problems instead of mutilating yourself. That’s not a cure, it’s a sign of stupidity, and it pisses me off. Take some god damn pride in yourself woman, be proud of what you have accomplished. This Sunday I am going to beat some pride into you. You want to feel pain? Fine by me, but don’t go cutting yourself, if anybody is going to make you bleed, it’s going to be me.

I don’t want to hurt you Alyssa, I merely want to win. Winning is my ONLY purpose here. Not to form some dumb fuck alliances with idiots or fuck and suck my way to the top. I came to compete, win, and become a champion. I’ve competed my ass off, I’ve won three of my four matches and this Sunday, I plan to walk out of Detroit at the new WGWF World Television Champion.

This Sunday three people go to war, no I’m not talking about Dante, Aiden, and Hunter. No, I’m talking about Mic Ferrari, Alyssa Ferro and Icarus. It will be a war, because anything less will mean nothing. I plan to walk in there and kick the living shit out of that idiot Mic. and I plan to walk in there and KO little miss emo Alyssa Ferro. Ferro, Ferrari, I highly suggest your bring you’re A-Game, as well as your B, C, and D-Game, because anything less will equal complete and utter failure. See you Sunday.

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