Return to the shadows
Role-Play # : 01 || Record (2005) : W12 - L03 - D00 || Achievements :
B A C K T O W R E E K M Y R E V E N G E
Recap In moments of sadness, pain and anguish, time seems to stand still, making a minute and hour and an hour a lifetime, for Weapon this last week had seemed like a sand timer that never ended, always flicking from top to bottom before the sand finished its fight against gravity, the ending never seeming in sight. In just a week Weapon had found that his wife was a target for assassination, with him being an optional target, optional being the wrong word however when the name ‘Fury’ was tagged to the job, a boy Weapon once knew in his days as a professional shadow, a young man who had proclaimed vendetta on his fellow man, why? That was not yet revealed, but during a reconciliation of old friends or brothers in arms as they once knew each other, Lethal Weapon confronted Merciless, a man who he once drank with during his darker moment. Merciless told Weapon of the contract, of Fury and of the pain Weapon’s leaving had cost him, though when asked to help save Weapons family, Merciless rejected, for breaking the code of the shadow was not something any man was willing to do. Weapon left into the night, knowing he would travel to Texas to fight Acintu, a former SCW World Champion, but Merciless seemed only distraught that he had turned away his old friend in his time of need, the offer from Weapon that he could be more sinking into his mind as he stared at his beer glass. From that moment on time moved with a bit more life as the crowds filled the Texas arena and watched Weapons official return to the SCW ring as he beat the great Acintu in the squared circle and claimed his first victim in the battle between Oblivion and SCW while gaining his first real ally in Cid Turner. What is ahead of Weapon now? Much, for he is placed against the World Number one contender, a man due to face his sworn enemy, Xander Valentine in battle. For Weapon, this meant proving he was the better man to more then just the Real Speed, but as a shockwave to Xander as well, reminding the champion that while he might be facing top contenders, he is not fighting the man he is one day going to be given no choice but to confront…Xander knows this and with Real Speed falling to the hand of Lethal Weapon, the human wrecking machine will know that Valentine has been given the message that his nightmares have once more returned to him and a rematch with the man who nearly beat him and destroyed everything he has, only to fall short from help outside the ring, was back and no less dangerous! Through the eyes of the enemy (Merciless leant on the buildings edge and looked over the city of New York with a glint in his eyes, the words of Lethal Weapon echoing in his head, “You can be more”. They echoed, teased, played on his doubts and every time he stopped to believe he was who he was and that he would never be anyone else, they came back to haunt him, the images of Lethal Weapon beating Acintu in front of thousands mentally his evidence that it can be done, that it can happen, even to the worst of people…Even to him? Maybe, there was no reason why it couldn’t. The sun shone down hard and he just continued to gaze, his thoughts suddenly shifting as he heard the slightest whisper in the wind, a change of scenery, something was different, he stood up straight and gulped hard before lowering his head and his eyes and turning around to see a younger looking man, his eyes angry and his body toned and muscular, to those who knew what they were looking for, you could see he was fast, dangerous, even beneath his baggy white shirt and black trousers, the man was a devastating sight for the eyes, a youthful dose of human vengeance and contempt. He confidently smiled and gazed upon Merciless who just sighed and turned back to skyline of New York as the young man moved next to him and looked upon the citizens that kept walking unknowingly by there location, a danger of something coming from above not even slipping into there minds.) Merciless: I spoke to Lethal Weapon. ???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
In moments of sadness, pain and anguish, time seems to stand still, making a minute and hour and an hour a lifetime, for Weapon this last week had seemed like a sand timer that never ended, always flicking from top to bottom before the sand finished its fight against gravity, the ending never seeming in sight. In just a week Weapon had found that his wife was a target for assassination, with him being an optional target, optional being the wrong word however when the name ‘Fury’ was tagged to the job, a boy Weapon once knew in his days as a professional shadow, a young man who had proclaimed vendetta on his fellow man, why? That was not yet revealed, but during a reconciliation of old friends or brothers in arms as they once knew each other, Lethal Weapon confronted Merciless, a man who he once drank with during his darker moment. Merciless told Weapon of the contract, of Fury and of the pain Weapon’s leaving had cost him, though when asked to help save Weapons family, Merciless rejected, for breaking the code of the shadow was not something any man was willing to do. Weapon left into the night, knowing he would travel to Texas to fight Acintu, a former SCW World Champion, but Merciless seemed only distraught that he had turned away his old friend in his time of need, the offer from Weapon that he could be more sinking into his mind as he stared at his beer glass. From that moment on time moved with a bit more life as the crowds filled the Texas arena and watched Weapons official return to the SCW ring as he beat the great Acintu in the squared circle and claimed his first victim in the battle between Oblivion and SCW while gaining his first real ally in Cid Turner. What is ahead of Weapon now? Much, for he is placed against the World Number one contender, a man due to face his sworn enemy, Xander Valentine in battle. For Weapon, this meant proving he was the better man to more then just the Real Speed, but as a shockwave to Xander as well, reminding the champion that while he might be facing top contenders, he is not fighting the man he is one day going to be given no choice but to confront…Xander knows this and with Real Speed falling to the hand of Lethal Weapon, the human wrecking machine will know that Valentine has been given the message that his nightmares have once more returned to him and a rematch with the man who nearly beat him and destroyed everything he has, only to fall short from help outside the ring, was back and no less dangerous! Through the eyes of the enemy (Merciless leant on the buildings edge and looked over the city of New York with a glint in his eyes, the words of Lethal Weapon echoing in his head, “You can be more”. They echoed, teased, played on his doubts and every time he stopped to believe he was who he was and that he would never be anyone else, they came back to haunt him, the images of Lethal Weapon beating Acintu in front of thousands mentally his evidence that it can be done, that it can happen, even to the worst of people…Even to him? Maybe, there was no reason why it couldn’t. The sun shone down hard and he just continued to gaze, his thoughts suddenly shifting as he heard the slightest whisper in the wind, a change of scenery, something was different, he stood up straight and gulped hard before lowering his head and his eyes and turning around to see a younger looking man, his eyes angry and his body toned and muscular, to those who knew what they were looking for, you could see he was fast, dangerous, even beneath his baggy white shirt and black trousers, the man was a devastating sight for the eyes, a youthful dose of human vengeance and contempt. He confidently smiled and gazed upon Merciless who just sighed and turned back to skyline of New York as the young man moved next to him and looked upon the citizens that kept walking unknowingly by there location, a danger of something coming from above not even slipping into there minds.) Merciless: I spoke to Lethal Weapon. ???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Weapon left into the night, knowing he would travel to Texas to fight Acintu, a former SCW World Champion, but Merciless seemed only distraught that he had turned away his old friend in his time of need, the offer from Weapon that he could be more sinking into his mind as he stared at his beer glass. From that moment on time moved with a bit more life as the crowds filled the Texas arena and watched Weapons official return to the SCW ring as he beat the great Acintu in the squared circle and claimed his first victim in the battle between Oblivion and SCW while gaining his first real ally in Cid Turner.
What is ahead of Weapon now? Much, for he is placed against the World Number one contender, a man due to face his sworn enemy, Xander Valentine in battle. For Weapon, this meant proving he was the better man to more then just the Real Speed, but as a shockwave to Xander as well, reminding the champion that while he might be facing top contenders, he is not fighting the man he is one day going to be given no choice but to confront…Xander knows this and with Real Speed falling to the hand of Lethal Weapon, the human wrecking machine will know that Valentine has been given the message that his nightmares have once more returned to him and a rematch with the man who nearly beat him and destroyed everything he has, only to fall short from help outside the ring, was back and no less dangerous!
Through the eyes of the enemy (Merciless leant on the buildings edge and looked over the city of New York with a glint in his eyes, the words of Lethal Weapon echoing in his head, “You can be more”. They echoed, teased, played on his doubts and every time he stopped to believe he was who he was and that he would never be anyone else, they came back to haunt him, the images of Lethal Weapon beating Acintu in front of thousands mentally his evidence that it can be done, that it can happen, even to the worst of people…Even to him? Maybe, there was no reason why it couldn’t. The sun shone down hard and he just continued to gaze, his thoughts suddenly shifting as he heard the slightest whisper in the wind, a change of scenery, something was different, he stood up straight and gulped hard before lowering his head and his eyes and turning around to see a younger looking man, his eyes angry and his body toned and muscular, to those who knew what they were looking for, you could see he was fast, dangerous, even beneath his baggy white shirt and black trousers, the man was a devastating sight for the eyes, a youthful dose of human vengeance and contempt. He confidently smiled and gazed upon Merciless who just sighed and turned back to skyline of New York as the young man moved next to him and looked upon the citizens that kept walking unknowingly by there location, a danger of something coming from above not even slipping into there minds.) Merciless: I spoke to Lethal Weapon. ???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Merciless leant on the buildings edge and looked over the city of New York with a glint in his eyes, the words of Lethal Weapon echoing in his head, “You can be more”. They echoed, teased, played on his doubts and every time he stopped to believe he was who he was and that he would never be anyone else, they came back to haunt him, the images of Lethal Weapon beating Acintu in front of thousands mentally his evidence that it can be done, that it can happen, even to the worst of people…Even to him? Maybe, there was no reason why it couldn’t. The sun shone down hard and he just continued to gaze, his thoughts suddenly shifting as he heard the slightest whisper in the wind, a change of scenery, something was different, he stood up straight and gulped hard before lowering his head and his eyes and turning around to see a younger looking man, his eyes angry and his body toned and muscular, to those who knew what they were looking for, you could see he was fast, dangerous, even beneath his baggy white shirt and black trousers, the man was a devastating sight for the eyes, a youthful dose of human vengeance and contempt. He confidently smiled and gazed upon Merciless who just sighed and turned back to skyline of New York as the young man moved next to him and looked upon the citizens that kept walking unknowingly by there location, a danger of something coming from above not even slipping into there minds.) Merciless: I spoke to Lethal Weapon. ???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: I spoke to Lethal Weapon. ???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
???: I know, you looked quite the item you and him. Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: We were brothers in arms, we have a bond, something you know nothing about Fury, NOTHING! Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: Aww, quite protective as well I see, well Merciless, don’t you forget, you accepted that contract as did I and that money is going to buy you your ticket to escape, all you have to do is kill Lethal Weapon while I make him watch that precious wife and little boy of his die a slow, painful death. Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: And the reason we can’t just kill him separately is what? Huh? Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: Firstly, because if we do the security around his family will take us more time and put more danger on the job, fighting the numbers is your kind of game Merciless, I take more pride in finishing my kills quick and quietly and for that, we need to get him and his little family together and secondly…It won’t be as much fun, I’d prefer to see Lethal Weapon begging for me to spare them then I would have him just die in front of me. Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: And they say I’m sick, Jesus Christ! (Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Merciless just stands back up straight and paces the cobbled roof while holding his head feeling a migrane coming on.) Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: It’s foolish to use Christ’s name in vain Merciless, don’t you know that? Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: I believe that my actions speak louder then my words Fury and as I said when I accepted that contract, after Lethal has tasted his bitter end and this job is done, you shall be following him to the pits of hell where you shall face those slain at your hand. Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: Merciless, are you getting all poetic on me, how cute! Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: DAMN YOU! (Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Merciless swings a left hook but Fury ducks the punch and hooks his hand around that of Merciless and twists it bending him forward before locking him in place with his other arm, placing it over the older mans shoulder and then runs him at the buildings ledge throwing him right over it before holding him by the arm and just looking at him with a smile and a tilted head.) Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: Are you not going to scream for me Merciless? Go ahead, show me some fear. (Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Merciless was in pain, his arm slowly popping out of it socket as Fury continued to just stare at him.) Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: I’d never give you the pleasure of fear, you’ll never be a Lethal Weapon, you will NEVER BE HIM!! (Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Fury stops smiling and just forces himself not to drop Merciless before lifting him back to the ledge and turning to walk away but stops before he steps off the rooftop and turns back to Merciless he sits against the ledge wall holding his shoulder and its awkward pain.) Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Fury: I am better then Lethal Weapon and I shall kill him myself if I have to. He trained me and I know everything he can throw at me, the man is a tamed heart to the killer who I aspired to be, he could never match me now and as much as you wish for your old friend to succeed and kill us both…You know as well as I Merciless, I shall slay the one they said could not be killed, for his blood will stain my shirt and forever will I be remembered in the shadow realm as the killer of the worlds Number one assassin. (Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Fury just smiles before turning and leaving the rooftop, Merciless just watches on and waits for the man to go out of sight before standing up and hoisting himself back to his feet before walking to the nearest wall and with a last look and a sigh slams himself shoulder first against it to an almighty crack before he sighs pleasurably once more and falls to his knees, his eyes looking up to the blue sky and the giant yellow sun that beams down upon him and the rest of the country.) Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Merciless: I’m sorry my brother, I’m sorry. Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Power of a pain filled soul… (Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
(Outside, the sun had melted into the stars and the cover of darkness has descended over Dallas, Texas. In this darkness I found comfort, ease, relaxation, the pressures of my life had been taken from my shoulders and sent somewhere until the following morning when the sun revived itself and descended over the populous of earths surface once more, at the moment the sun solidified itself it would return and the fear for those I loved haunted my every bone leaving a chilling reminder of my present predicament, I was now a man who could lose something, a man who had assets in his life and when I was dealing with the likes of Fury, having such things so close to my heart was dangerous and left me unfocused. Question is, how can you deny that which you crave for the most? For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for? I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me. Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information. Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe. I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.) Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
For nights I had wished for my wife’s arms around me, my sons voice to brighten up my day, but it never came, was never going to either, for my presence in there life currently bought them danger they did not need, while I was in Texas, them in Canada they were safe and I intended to keep things that way, in a strange kind of sense, that was one of the benefits of this side of my life, the wrestling world, the land of celebrities and fame, the fans, the support, the populations weary eyes looking to see if I am keeping up with the latest fashions. With so many eyes on me Fury could never kill me before my wife nor vice versa, he would have to do us at the same time because my death or my wife’s would alarm public awareness and suddenly the world would be watching the one of us that survived. How could Fury shoot and escape then? It would be possible but difficult and no shadow liked things difficult! Yet the reason the traveling was a benefit was it kept me on the road and thus it kept Fury on the road if he was to keep up with me, although since New York, I had sensed the eyes were no longer on me, for a moment it worried me, for his eyes may have strayed to Canada, to my wife, what if he had decided to leave me and just go for her. But the thought was ridiculous, the bullet he would fire first would be at me, not her, her life was meaningless to him, for I was the man he wished dead for one reason or another, heh, that was something that still confused me, what could he possibly want me dead for?
I trained Fury for his younger life, I taught him as much as I could at the time and I gave him the experience he needed, when I left the business he was thriving and was looking good and what’s more he was in a big group of guys that had good reputations and apart from the faults that made them killers, were good men as well, Merciless included. How Fury ever went wrong I don’t know, for years I heard the whispers from the faceless names that passed me, the words “Fury is watching you” or “beware the fury” little robots sent by Fury himself to play mind games, set in a sense of intimidation, foolish tactic really, for I was better then that and he knew it, I would not fool for such rookie moves, however I knew it wouldn’t end there, the whispered phone calls, the split second appearances, he had made it clear to me he was in my life whether I liked it or not and what I knew pissed him off the most, was I didn’t care and I continued to live my life anyway. No surprise really that when the contract came up he jumped at it like a starving dog after a bone, the boy was foolish, still to this day, he would believe me tamed, nothing more then a wrestler bought down a peg or two in my level of ability and talent because of the style I fought with now and the level of competition I put myself against, yet what he didn’t realize, is such a competitor like Real Speed, or even Acintu, would not go down easily if underestimated and his lack of respect for what I do, was what would bring him down, because by underestimating my career, he underestimate me.
Strangely this lead my thoughts to Real Speed, momentarily it sounded like Real Speed would do the same and underestimate me, basically carbon coping everything Acintu had said previously, in fact, the whole thing wasn’t short of that, however, he had already said and made some pretty stupid things. Firstly, he called me an assassin, a shadow, strange to me how he would know such information, theoretically it seemed impossible for him to know, especially calling me a shadow, the name was reference only used by those who kill for money, the public wouldn’t recognize and wouldn’t accept what we do, for the mass majority of the population wouldn’t see the relevance or honor in such an act and thus we would and have been deemed illegal and classed as cold heartless bastards who kill the innocent. Maybe some do in the line of action but those are the ones I wished to keep the likes of Fury away from, it seemed my departure to something more socially acceptable was to early and he strayed to that side of the business, but if that was the case, then like many before him, I’d need to show maybe my greatest student of the shadow, the ways of forgiveness and physically share with him the honor of death while standing with him in his final moments, maybe then when his soul leaves his body, he shall tell me the reason for his vendetta against me. However Real Speed seems to have done more then that, he has even mentioned my wife and child and the problems we endure at the current moment, interesting really, that Real Speed can actually come up with the correct scenario and state that my wife and child’s lives are in jeopardy, meanwhile the media are simply stating that me and my wife split up, interesting how he knows so much off so little information.
Yet with Real Speed there was much more, like Acintu, his opinion of me seemed to shift as regularly as his crazed life did, from being jailed for drink driving, drinking at bars, turning down women, talking to half the global population, including some cameraman who saw his entire story unwind within the promotion, from being told he was fired, to being rehired and then not used and told to shut up. In fact we saw more of his story then we really did of the man I’m facing. Call that a dig if you will, but I find it difficult to accumulate what we saw as a story, it was like a bad short movie where nothing made any sense no matter how many times you watched it. For example, being arrested on a drink drive offence, bailed and then let off, interesting, especially as he admitted to drinking alcohol to the officer and tried to bribe the police officer at the same time, all of which failed, if the case wasn’t pretty simple, even after his little rant at the court room, then I really have to take the time to make a comparison between his court room staff and that of the Michael Jackson court case. But hey, I guess the life of the real speed is a crazy one, maybe all of this really DID happen and I am just being harsh on the poor guys life…Maybe.
I felt the wind blow hard against my flesh, but the breeze was warm on the skin and was not a help to cool me down in the humid heat of the night, I sat down on the ground and looked over a few houses out ahead of me, the view wasn’t the best of Dallas as a whole, but for a picture of the clear night sky above the small, seemingly minuscule houses and people underneath its cover of darkness, I was satisfied. I sat down on the grassy hill and just rested my hands on the cold green of the grass, it was then I knew I could speak here, say what I think and just hope the world would take notice, that somewhere, somehow someone was listening and would be able to pass on the message to Real Speed and just hope that his crazy life hadn’t taken him out of reach of my words, for the last say was not something I was going to let him have.)
Weapon: I sit here now and I look over the night with a conscious mind, one about my life as a whole and one about you Real Speed, one about the comments you have made against me, comments such as your claim that I lost to CHBK…Interesting, but wrong my friend, you see, I never lost to CHBK, I have never even faced the man in competition, the men I have lost to this year are Xander Valentine, Brian Kinney and finally Jake Matthews. So when you do your homework on me Real Speed, I suggest you do it properly instead of spending your time drink driving and thinking there is something cool and original about it. Let me give you some advice, it has been done a million and one times my friend, you think getting off your head and acting big in front of a court is the way to do things, that’s the way forward, bullshit, you made yourself look like a prick and if you think me or anyone in this entire world bought the fact you could get off on the charges you did and after your rant in the court room to boot then you have another thing coming pal. You admitted to an officer of the law that you drank, you tried to bribe him and what’s more you then showed a lack of remorse or care in the court room and all this after a 24 hour bail? No way mate, the law doesn’t work like that, neither does the court, or the justice system, believe me, I have worked with enough men going in and out of it over the years of my life. Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer. (I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Oh furthermore, what is this rubbish you are spewing about me being an Assassin, a killer, or cold hearted killer as you put it? When have I ever claimed to be that? Name one time I have stated I am an assassin? Pretty cliché isn’t it? Maybe you have been watching one to many movies Real Speed, how about you start by laying off the ‘Leon’ and the ‘Police craziest chases’ and instead concentrating on me and what I am going to be bringing to the ring this coming Breakdown. That means coming off the drugs and the drink for a few moments to take in this mission and just listen to what is being said, that means no more of this assassin bullshit I have heard you spewing and furthermore, no more of this Cold hearted killer stuff, I know how to make a man tick, but I am hardly a cold hearted killer.
(I knew I was lying through my teeth, but I did find it amusing how he would consider replying to this, how can you tell someone he is something that he claims he isn’t when he really is? Real Speed would need prove and if the Police cannot find prove of what I am, then how the hell was Real Speed going to manage it? The answer, he couldn’t, fact.) Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Weapon: Real Speed, you had a lot to say and I find it impressive you found so much time in your crazy life to speak for so long to me about so much even if the basic message was pretty much a full circle, that you respect me and no what I can do etc, etc and that we should make this about you and me and put on a show, interesting concept. However Real Speed what you forget to mention, is you sit in a position I should currently have, for what you really are at the current moment in time is no more then a fake and a fraud and every number one contender since the moment I was screwed has ALWAYS been a fake and a fraud. You claim being where you are proves something to the world, to you, that you are a somebody in this game, that you are a something in this industry, yet all it proves is that you beat some half ass roster members who have an ego that outweighs there talent and an arrogance so large it blinds them to there level of ability that actually have. How many times have you beaten me Real Speed? The answer zero and of everyone on this roster including the World Champion, the one statistic that matters, is how many times, if ever have you beaten Lethal Weapon? Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that. (I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Why is that important? Who am I, right? Let me tell you who I am, I am the longest living legend in this business, 13 years in the professional circuit, over a decade of work that nobody else can come close to comparing to, I am the granddad of the game and most of all, I am the human wrecking machine that this business fears, that’s why SCW fired me, that’s why Oleska screwed me in my title shot against Xander Valentine, because I am to dangerous to be fucked around with and anyone with an inkling into this business would know that.
(I imagined Real Speeds face at this moment, a man expecting a shared expression of respect and loyalty to the match between me and him, yet getting an aggressive attack about all he has said and spoken about.) Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Weapon: Why are you being attacked after showing so much admiration to me? That’s a good question and I hope you were thinking it, because a clever man would be wondering just why he is not being offered a mutual respect at this very moment and let me tell you. Firstly pal, I don’t like idiots who have to make up shit such as CHBK and this so called Assassin stuff to add depth to there comments, it makes you a liar and a two faced, no good, son of a bitch. Secondly, I don’t like you throwing questions at me like, “Can I raise the bar?”!! For god sake pal, don’t you follow this business, when you were preparing to join the circuit, didn’t you ever watch the big shows on television, did you not tune into the top locations around the world, Shootclub, WFN, did you not see them? Because if you did, you’d know I have been raising and holding the bar nearly my entire career, I have done things first, I have been the trendsetter, the original creator of the things you and many other wrestlers take advantage of. Yet you ask me if I can raise the bar? If I raise it any higher Real Speed, you will have to get a step ladder to reach the thing. And you call yourself a number one contender, look at yourself, your no better then a schoolgirl, talking to me about respect like you have a damn clue what the word means. Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet? (I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Real Speed, this isn’t the playground, your schoolgirl ass doesn’t have a motive to stand there and say you respect me, you don’t know fuck all about me, so how can you say you respect me? You don’t even know who I lost to this year and it’s not like it will take you long to look it up, you can count my losses in 2005 on one hand, in fact you might want to get use to the number, 1…2…3 The sound of those three simple numerals will be said to you over and over again and like you lost last week, your record and your momentum to Rise to greatness will just get worse, when once more you hear those 3 numbers counted out before having to sit up to hear my music and the voice of the announcer clarifying my second win in two matches since my SCW return. Actually while I’m on SCW, why don’t you make up your mind, firstly you are saying that this Oblivion Vs SCW thing is going to be you showing you will fight for the company that made you and then by the end of your big day out your telling the world that in fact, you actually don’t care about it and we are actually going to be doing this for ourselves? So which is it? SCW and Oblivion or me and you? Because you change your mind as much as a woman does! Are you woman Real Speed? Is that the skeleton in your closet?
(I had to wonder, with his sixth sense for being able to read my mind and know what I had done before my wrestling career, plus my current situation, it was possible he could be apart of the female race, although, deep down I knew he was male, though my teasing was merely to push his temper in a more childish manner, patronize him into more mistakes if that was possible.) Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Weapon: Another indecisive move on your part was quite humorous for me, you see, you said you shouldn’t really sweat me! Really!?! I mean wow, you really did just make the biggest fucking dumbass comment possible with that response, do you have any idea who I actually am? Even the slightest bit? I mean hell, lets not forget you later mentioning an apology for this little series of comments, but really? Will an apology do for a question as rash and stupid as that? Really? Because what I see is a man who has talked a lot of shit, suddenly seen what he is up against and now expects some kind of merciful response because he ended his little promotional with some nice little comments about me…No…That is not the case, that isn’t how it works. If you truly respected me you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to question me, if you truly respected me, you wouldn’t have been dumb enough to insult me and if you really did think anything of me in that ring, you ‘would’ be sweating me, very much so. If not for my destruction of Acintu last week, the for the path of destruction I left the entire SCW in when I was here for the first time alongside my High Rollers. Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no. Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you! (I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Now before I really get into things about our match Real Speed, let me just tell you, that YES, I do think I can beat you and NO, that’s not my arrogance shining through, more my relief that the man across from me in the ring this week has made so many fuck ups in his ability to attack someone verbally that his ability to organize in his mind a combo of physical attacks now worries me a hell of a lot less then it did before when I first heard you were the contender for the title. Oh and about me being kept alive, nice threat, hardly original or one worthy spending your time on thinking about, but hey, you had me quivering in my boots when you said it….My knees could hardly hold me from the laughter you induced me with, what can I say? It was genuinely funny stuff, you say you’d have the guts to kill a man, I dare you, try your damn hardest at Breakdown, because whatever you do will not be enough and when you are left climbing off the mat to my music, you will wonder if there was ever anything you would have been able to do, to beat me. The answer my friend, is no.
Now as for Oblivion and SCW’s greatness over one another, I personally don’t care, but what you have to keep in mind Real Speed, is that if you had done your homework correctly like you should have, then you would have seen that I was bought in as a silent transfer just before the capture of Oblivion was made, I was not bought by the company to wrestle for them, I was bought in to lead an attack on SCW, I was specifically assigned the role of taking each one of you scum buckets down for Oblivion Wrestling and one by one, I shall do that! Last week Acintu….This week, you!
(I stopped and sat right up on the grassy hill looking out over the stars that were out in there numbers, shining brightly like diamonds in the sky, around the light rays of the moon that glistened across the darkened hemisphere of the planet that we inhabit.) Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Weapon: Now this is the bit I have been building to Real Speed, the moment in which we get a little deeper and I step this up a gear after hearing comments made by you that in some way seemed to compare us, seemed to make us sound the same, interesting I have to admit, but nonetheless, wrong. Me and you, we are nothing alike, the only thing you were right about was how I see people as targets, goals and that is all they are, for me a win over you, Acintu even Shawn Orka, is an achievement and a goal met, yet your ideology of not caring of the existence of everyone, is the opposite to mine, its not the same. You underestimate those you pass in the street, you disregard those that face you and you blatantly show a lack of care for the careers of men and women who stand before you and that is a weakness Real Speed, one that will cost you the world title and one that will cost you a win against me, so to say we are similar, no. Don’t insult me. I target people because I like to know what I face, I like to know what’s ahead of me, everyone exists to me and they exist for a reason, the fates are the dealers in the game of cards we call life and every card is a target, some are small, some are large, some are valuable, some are not, the hand you get is the one you keep for the entire game of life, when the game is up, the bets are made and the bluffs have all been winded out of those playing with you, you lower your cards to show your hand and right then at that very moment, after you had bluffed and looked upon every card, worrying that those targets would be worth more then your own, you get a sense of relief or pain, laughter or anguish all depending on the cards you have been dealt and the respect you showed the other targets held by the hand of another…Is that to complicated for you Real Speed? Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost. As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are. Goodbye Real Speed…. (I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)
Let me break it down for you, everyone in life is dangerous in one way or another, the stockbroker on Wall street can knock you in front of a bus, the women with her child on broadway can trip you done some steps, the group of youngsters on the West end can attack you and take your things and it continues to go on, the scenarios are endless. But the point is, your aspect of life and mine are different completely and similarities between me and you are few and far between, so put the cards in your hand down Real Speed, because I have called your bluff and you lost.
As for mentioning my family, for most that would be the gravest thing you could possibly do when you face me, especially right now with us so far away and separate from one another, but you were respectful and ill acknowledge that……However I do so with a warning Real Speed….Me and you are not alike, at all, not one bit and the comparisons you have bought us together with, I have just destroyed with one cut of the knife as I do not want to be associated with SCW scum like you, not one bit. So to compare the loves of our lives, the family matters, the personal things that make us human beings, forget it, you are not like me as much as you might want to be, you are far from it and at SCW Breakdown…You will be shown just how different we are.
Goodbye Real Speed….
(I smiled before lifting myself back onto my feet while continuing to look over the small residential area from the hillside, I wiped myself down of the grass and then moved down the hill toward the houses I had looked at for so long, somewhere down there was my hotel and my place of rest and only hours before Breakdown, I wanted to make sure I was 100%, beating the World number one contender, if this didn’t get SCW’s attention, I was unsure what would!)