The road behind West View Elementary School is totally deserted as it always has been. The trees cut for the new power station still lie rotting in their unorganized heaps. The weak streetlight buzzes overhead casting little light upon the scene. The crickets chirp loudly through the dark woods that are still standing on the right. A cool night breeze blankets the entire area behind the old neighborhood.
The hard knock of rubber against pavement echoes across the deserted road. A stray cat darts into the shadows as "Ichabod" walks slowly up the road toward the school. On his left stands what is left of an old barn, the great moon rising behind it. "Ichabod" turns toward the barn and steps inside. There is a fire roaring in the center of the room and "Ichabod" sits near it staring into the flames.
The other two men had had their turns to look into the past, now it was "Ichabod's" turn to dig up old demons. But these demons will not be what are expected. These are those that have gone silent for two years until now.
Wafer, Justin Payne, this is your story. This is the story you share with Ichabod, your ongoing trite little legacy that you can't seem to shake. Since the days the three of you came here, and Smoke Dawg as well, you've gone on and on and on about this IPWF and this Chris Conner until everyone here hates hearing about him as much as you hate the man himself. I've not yet told my story concerning Chris Conner. Now that you've all opened up your wounds so that the unwilling wrestlers of WOW can drink and be sick off of your whining. You know what? Conner went easy on you guys. You were all the top draws... Bigg Wafer and Justin Payne, the ORS. Smoke Dawg. Ichabod and his Revelation. You all whine and cry about getting screwed by Conner, but he gave you your limelight. There were some of us who never got recognized. I was one of these. The only thing I was ever allowed to do was to stand with Ichabod and the rest for the Smoke Dawg walkout. After that I was forgotten. Except for Reverend, if you ask anyone about me and use my real name, they will say to you, "Who?"
Since then I've appeared here and there to exact my little schemes and vengeances in nearly every federation the three of you have been in. No matter how hard you try in your subconscious minds, you can't ever shake me. Now I've found a way to come to you face to face on the physical level, in the form of Ichabod.
The lightning flashes outside as "Ichabod" pauses in his story. He gets up and goes to one of the ruined doors of the barn. The plastic hanging down from the roof whips around in the wind of the impending storm. He pulls it down and pushes a piece of wood up against it holding it as a shield from the wind and rain that will follow soon.
Wafer, you had the best but you gave it up because their independancy threatened to interrupt your success. Your idealistic will was so hard to swallow that eventually every installment of your ORS left you behind. Your followers didn't break your stable, you broke your stable, just like you broke your friendship with your cousin. Your little story was nicely told, geared to make you sound like the victim and the hero throughout the entire thing. But anyone knows that in real life there are no bad guys and good guys. We are all a mix of each, and we all react according to what is thrown at us. But you left so much out in your story. You left out Justin Payne getting basically crapped, just like the rest of the ORS. The rest of the ORS is your shadow, its always like that. I've seen it over the past two years over and over, and it pisses me off. In ORS, its Wafer's way or the highway, and Wafer gets the World Titles and Wafer gets the Main Events and Wafer tags with some random member to get the tag team belts and Wafer this and Wafer that. Why don't you just name the stable Wafer?
You also conveniently left out the fact that Ichabod was your partner in the beginning of WOW. The two of you seeked out Justin Payne and Smoke Dawg to settle old friendly scores, nothing personal. You had finally started behaving like a man and set aside your differences and decided to make it a friendly fight, just to prove a point. And what happened? You deserted Ichabod. You left him to fend for himself after he was able to swallow his pride and stand with you. And he fought and fought and became a respected star in WOW. Meanwhile you are over here in boot camp doing pushups and hearing a Drill Instructor tell you he is your mommy.
You want to know why Ichabod attacked Smoke Dawg and turned him into Jecht?? He caught wind that you were coming back to join him and form that old failsafe choir of Wafer's praises, the ORS. He was stunned, after all those years he was willing to put away out of respect for you, and you were forgetting him once again, just like the world forgot me. It was the perfect time for me to take him and make him mine. You caused me as much as anyone, Wafer, and now you have to face your own crap. You think you are settling a score with Ichabod on Monday, but the truth is you are going to be fighting a score I've been trying to settle since my first day in the wrestling business. Ichabod is out of the picture, so take Payne's advice and forget the past. This is a time for moving foward and preparing for what little future you have left. Ever hear of Quality of life?
Quality of Life is what family members do for cancer patients who aren't going to make it. They make them as comfortable as possibly, providing them with as much as they want of anything within reach until it is time for them to go. You may want to consider this for yourself. Is there anything I can get for you Wafer? Some Newports? A classic triple bacon cheeseburger? Your favorite D12 single? What about a nice batch of stir fried hot dogs? Anything you want man, anything to make your life a little more bearable for the next six days before everything falls apart. You know how to contact me man, just ask.
"Ichabod" laughs in spite of himself. He knows that both Wafer and Justin Payne are going to still go on and on bringing up stuff about Ichabod just like the other opponents, and he knows they will be wrong. No one is willing to accept the fact that this isn't Ichabod anymore, its someone else. But thats ok. God goes on even if some don't believe in him. Satan's greatest trick was convincing the world he didn't exist. No matter who buys it and who doesn't, its still true, and its still going to happen.
The world is full of self-righteous hypocrites. Justin Payne,where you accuse Wafer,you too are guilty. Just like him you've had your ups, and you've had your way ups. Just like him you've turned your back on people in order to get a bigger claim to fame. Remember screwing Smokey back in the beginning of WOW? Remember Ichabod trying to help you both put away that ghost that haunted you from IPWF, only for you to begrudge it of him and start attacking him once he returned to the ring? Remember falling all the way to the bottom? You see the formula here? You rise to glory and then rob everyone of the credit they deserve, and then you fall. Maybe you need a new formula Payne. How's this for a formula, step aside you old piece of crap and let someone new have their chance. No matter how old you get, no matter how far out of the picture you go, you can't be satisfied with saying, "Hey my time is spent," and letting someone else have their shot. You are nothing but another Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair who doesn't know when to quit. You are like this blockage in the colon that we just can't seem to shit out. Give it up Payne, its over, you're never going to be as big as you were. When I take the brutality title from you,just wink out, stop coming back like a bad rash. Just stop it.
"Ichabod" finishes up just as the rain begins to patter on the roof of the barn. He goes to a corner and picks up a bucket full of water and douses the fire with it. It takes a few moments for the light of the moon to replace that of the fire, and "Ichabod" has already gone out through the plastic into the rain. The flap whips wildly in the lightning storm, and then tears loose, flying off into the maelstrom.
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