I have had to endure a lot of shit. I have to endure apparently three people deciding to become a contingent in this fucking waste of a time fucking federation and I get to face the de facto tag team of talentless titleless turds that tempt my tenacious temper with terrible thrusts of insults at my person.

Damn you fuckers got me so mad I'm using big words you're having to google to know that I just called you fucking shitstains.

disOrder...

Insert cheeseburger orders here. The best part is the names. Bishop and Ophelia. Dear lord am I in some kind of Shakespeare in the park cracked out nightmare or are you guys actually fucking serious with these god damn names. I mean. Mine's a family name. Nathan lives up to his...I mean one can hope Ophelia lives up to theirs for one reason and one reason only.

We haven't had a good suicide live on television since Weapon X!

Disorder eh? My. I've never been so let down by a stable name in my whole damn career. I can't wait to see what clever remarks you all have towards me and my fellow hardcore wrestling partner. I mean. I've got a reputation in every other federation on the planet and Nathan was one of the few who appeared on both CWF and Hostility so you two nobodies must really be something. Hell. I expect some jokes about my damn facepaint or something. Because heaven fucking forbid that you kids do some damn research.

So here's the cliff notes.

Third generation superstar. The guy who was the first Ataxia, and trainer of the current Ataxia. Possibly his father according to some of the rumors. Mainstay hardcore technical wrestler whose been around for longer than you were a load on your dad's toilet seat before your mom had an emergency shit she had to take and thus...you were conceived. Now I know you guys are the new hot shit guys. I mean no one has ever done that in wrestling. Oh Hai Glass Ceiling! Howse your sex life...

That's okay. You guys have to make a great impression. You guys have to do well to make it in this federation to take your damn little group seriously. No one expects anything from me and Nathan right? So if you guys lose or are made to look like little bitches then what does that do to you? I think it's about time you guys learn a valuable lesson for professional wrestlers.

Winning isn't everything...and I'm about to show you why even if I lose...I still win.

Enjoy the free lesson. It's gonna cost you! You wanted to make an impact! You want to make an impression! No worries. Welcome to the true sense of Hostility...I promise you. Your going to enjoy your cliff note in history as my new two bitches!

“So Trent...You're back on the roster thanks to me working out some details with C$J, but I want you to do something for me.”Stewart pops his knuckles with those damn red leather gloves. That snapping makes me wish it was his fucking neck. DJ must also be picking up on this because he's got that look on his face. That look of “just try it”. “I want you to be yourself. I want you off your rails. I want you to be who you were before you turned over your new leaf.”

“You're fucking joking right?”

“We don't joke.”He says before DJ looks at him. “I don't joke. Not about this. I want you to do what you do best. Go have fun. Go play. I want you to go completely...”

Before he says anything else I'm already at his throat and that's when I hear it. The safety going off the gun. Stewart smiles at me as I get off of him. DJ shakes his head at me.

“You know better...”

“So do you. You know it's not a good idea to point one of those fucking things at me.”

“Why? You going to stop me?” He puts the gun down and makes a come on motion. I know better. It's bait. I can already smell the ozone. His hand is already crackling. I know what's going to happen if I try to take him out now. Not yet. Gotta play my cards right.

“If you boys are done with the whose got the biggest dick contest. We've got better things to do now. See yourself out Trent.” I sigh as I start to leave.

“So where is the girl?” I ask DJ as I keep leaving. He scoffs.

“None of your business.” I nod and keep going. It's none of my business yet, but it's going to be. I know they are following me. I get outside of the office and I find his damn druid spy guys.

“Tell your boss I want to talk...I'll meet him at his place...”

I hope I'm doing the right thing Tax, but if you're in deep with these guys then I know what's coming...and I'm going to bring all of hell with me.