"Analyze This..."
Chapter 004

July, 2015, 1600 Hours
Fredericksburg, Virginia, U.S.
[[Therapist Office]]


Are you ever at that point where you feel like nothing can go wrong? Like you are at the top of the world and everything is going absolutely perfect for you? Right well that’s how it was for me until recently when I come to have my wife Alexandria and 3 year old daughter Cynthia Cross kidnapped by a prison escapee by the name of Desmond Tombs.

On top of that the unforeseen closure of one of my places of work, that place being New Edge Wrestling. Then the unexpected departure from 4 Corners Wrestling happening all in less then a month. One would say the name “Gabriel Cross” was bounded by a string of misfortunes and bad luck and that it could only get better from there but could it really?

Could it really get better? I questioned myself as I found myself sitting in an empty house with beer cans, and liqueur bottles surrounded me from every angle imaginable. Why was there empty cans and half drank bottles of liqueur laying around because it seemed like everything I touched crumbled beneath my feet... Lets look at this a month ago shall we...

One would say it was going quiet well for me and I say that seeing how I landed my first wrestling contract that wasn’t an independent contract with some backyard or regional promotion. This contract came in the form of the wrestling promotion known only as 4 Corners Wrestling a promotion run and owned by wrestling promoter Perry Wallace.

Having been signed to 4CW I made on official debut within the promotion under its Fistful of Friday brand against two other newcomers to the promotion, them newcomers being Dante Albright and a man simply known as Lucifer. I’d come to win my debut match in 4 Corners as I lifted Lucifer up into a fireman’s carry and dropping him onto my knee hitting my finishing maneuver “Cross Rhodes” which allowed me to get the 1... 2... 3... Count over Lucifer and my first career victory within 4CW...

Having showed promise I was instantly moved up to the main roster that be Adrenaline, though not under an exclusive contract I also caught the attention of someone else another promoter by the name of Jesse Styles. Styles wasted no time in reaching out too me in hopes of getting me to sign a contract deal with him which I did as I wanted the exposure...

And then it happened, the unexpected... the kidnapping of my wife Alexandria and daughter Cynthia Cross. Kidnapped by a prison escapee by the name of Desmond Tombs. A name I knew all to well, yea sure you could put the blame on me even point the finger at me and say it was my fault that my wife and daughter had been kidnapped, but in all honesty nobody could have known it was going to happen unless they were our lord and savior...

So With the kidnapping of my wife and daughter, this... This... Is where some if not all would say the ground beneath my feet began to crumble and I couldn’t argue with them on that for they were exactly right. After the news had hit of my wife and daughters kidnapping the news had leaked out to every social media website known to man...

If that wasn’t bad enough I was scheduled to appear at Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on behalf of New Edge Wrestling for my debut match within the company against a man by the name of Ralphie though before that match would come to place NEW’s owner Jesse Styles would come to make an announcement that would come to shock the industry, that announcement being NEW would be shutdown operations until further notice leaving some of New Edge’s talents without a place to perform...  

Though fortunately for me I had 4 Corners to fall back on, though that’d come to fall through when I’d come to have a problem off camera backstage which resulted in my termination from the company due to disagreements between both parties, and well not under contract with 4 Corners I walked a week before my scheduled match against Ramona Lee Epps.

One would say this was good seeing how it’d allow my team and myself to focus more on the capturing of the prison escapee known as Desmond Tombs, but it wasn’t for it only made me think more about the welfare my wife and daughter and caused me more pain seeing how we hadn’t gotten any closer to capturing Tombs or getting my wife and daughter back from that scumbag...

And then the news would announced of my wife and daughters deaths, when my team would come to find their lifeless bodies outside a warehouse Tombs had been hiding out in. It would be during this time Tombs would deliberately come to threaten the life of my partner Lawrence Wright making me take his life... Within the force we call this Suicide by cop... I thought to myself as I sat there laying across the brown leather sofa in the therapist’s office.

Gabriel Cross: “You know killing my wife and daughters murderer wasn’t something I planned on doing right?”

Therapist: “I know it wasn’t Gabriel.”

Gabriel Cross: “I just couldn’t have allowed him to kill another person you know...”

I said with such disdain, the bitterness soured my mouth. As I sat up from the laying position I was in as I reached for a glass of water from the very glass pitcher that sat on the glass table down in front of me. There was a slight amount of dew along the outside of the pitcher.

I pulled the glass to my mouth and quickly downed a sip or two as I continued to think about the reason why I was here in the office of this here therapist. You have thought I’d have been happy seeing how I redeemed Tombs of the debt he had brought upon himself, though I couldn’t seeing how I was under investigation for having killed him in what everyone else including myself would have thought was a case of self defense...

MURDER...

Murder is what they were trying to have me tried for, claiming I murdered that scumbag Desmond Tombs due to him having murdered my wife Alexandria and our 3 year old daughter Cynthia Cross... , though with very little evidence holding me responsible for the murder of Tombs I’d come to be set free...

FREE...

Free is what they told me but I wasn’t seeing how they placed a condition on me, that condition being that I enter rehab and counseling for my depression, it would be during this time I would be relieved of my duties as a Lieutenant of the sheriffs department of Fredericksburg, Virginia as I sat starring across at the therapist as she continued to jot down notes.

Gabriel Cross: “You know it wasn’t easy doing what I did that day right?”

Therapist: “Well Gabriel, whoever said it was?”

She asked me already knowing the damn answer as she peered over at me, over her oval shaped eye glasses; her age showed her wisdom, something most therapist could only dream of having.

Gabriel Cross: “Everybody. EVERYBODY assumes the life of a law official is all cherries and whipcream but it isn’t. It’s one of the most stressful jobs out there and well sometimes you have to do things you don’t necessarily agree with or want to do...”

I said taking another sip of water before setting the glass of water back on the glass table down in front of where I sat sat comfortably on the leather sofa.

Therapist:  â€œCorrect me if I’m wrong Cross...”

She said as she addressed me by my last-name as I looked up from my position I had been sitting in.

Therapist: “But wasn’t you’re father who you followed in the footsteps of because you admired him so dearly? You’re father is the reason you joined the marine corps, and furthered your training by joining the sheriffs academy and working your way on up the ranks from Deputy Officer to Detective to Lieutenant. If you hadn’t fallowed in his footsteps where would you be at today Gabriel? Where?”

Gabriel Cross: “I honestly couldn’t tell you where I’d be at only the almighty lord himself can answer that!”

Therapist: “I take it you are religious eh Gabriel?”

Gabriel Cross: “Born a Catholic even was an altar boy when I was younger, so yea I guess you could say I am!”

Therapist: “Was your wife Alexandria Gabriel?”

I chuckled at the thought of what the therapist had just asked me before answering her question.

Gabriel Cross: “Was my wife?”

Therapist: “Yes Gabriel was your wife religious?”

Gabriel Cross: “More so then me, having attended church every Sunday and helped out around our family’s church as well more then I ever did due to me having a unusual work schedule...”

Therapist: “That would explain the cross necklace you wear around your neck then huh?”

Gabriel Cross: “You mean this?”

I said as I took it out from underneath my shirt and held it so she could see it.

Therapist: “Yes.”

Gabriel Cross: “Yea my wife got me this on my 28th birthday, I’ve worn it ever since then...”

Therapist: “Ah I see...”

The therapist as she glanced up at me before lower her head slightly down as she wrote a few more notes on her note pad.

Therapist: “So tell me Gabriel why do you believe or think Tombs targeted your family?”

Gabriel Cross: “I honestly couldn’t tell you...”

Therapist: “Oh come on Gabriel now, we both know if you want to get back to serving the Fredericksburg community again as a law official you have to open up more and tell me. So what is it the reason that you got to believe or think as to why he targeted your family as Tombs didn’t just wake up one day and say to himself... ‘O I think I’mma break out of prison today and go kidnap some sheriffs wife and daughter and then kill them before I give myself up...’ now did he?”

I chuckled a little bit from what the therapist had said as I looked at her before shooting up from my seated position. My hand flails toward her direction, extended to emphasize a point.

Gabriel Cross: “You’re right...”

I said before pausing as I  sat back down rubbed at the back of my head, my styled hair moving from it’s designated place for only a moment, it’s product bringing it back as I breath in heavily and exhaling slowly before continuing on, as she leaned forward.

Gabriel Cross: “My apologies Doc. It’s just... It’s just you’re right, he didn’t just kidnap and murder my family for no parent reason he got revenge on me for breaking the trust he bestowed upon me when I had went undercover, under the alias of Damien Thorne...”

Therapist: “Ah so there’s the truth eh Gabriel?”

Gabriel Cross: “Yea doc I was undercover working as a drug smuggler for Tombs’ motorcycle gang the Hell's Angels!”

Therapist: “You went undercover within the Hell’s Angels and lived to talk about it?”

Gabriel Cross: “That I did doc and our lord almighty kept a watchful eye over me while I was undercover...”

Therapist: “Is that what you think Gabriel?”

Gabriel Cross: “I do indeed doc...”

Therapist: “Why do you praise a false god Gabriel?”

Gabriel Cross: “False God?”

Therapist: “Yes, well how do you know he even exists?”

Gabriel Cross: “I don’t but that doesn’t stop me from believing in our lord and savior, maybe you should try to believe eh?”

I said as I pushed on up from where I sat at and headed on over to one of the massive floor-to-ceiling window panes and began staring on out down across the city, various office buildings, cars and people could be seen scattered about the downtown area or so it seemed as I stared on out of the window...

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“Here’s a little wrestling history lesson for you all, did you know professional wrestling once had a foundation, a basis to say the least that laid out what was acceptable and what wasn’t acceptable. Wrestling was conducted under a panel of rules that were once enforced, unlike today’s wrestling... You see wrestling wasn’t always about the fame and fortune it brought along with it, in fact it was about pure competition and who could out wrestle one another.”

“Wrestling Promoters built their very promotion on the competition and foundation of who the better competitor was in and out of the ring, it wasn’t about the fame, nor the fortune that came with it. It was about the competition and that is no longer seen, why you ask? Because the values that once were seen in this sport no longer exist.”

“Guys like Orville Brown, Lou Thesz, “Nature Boy” Buddy Rodgers, Killer Kowalski, “American Dream” Dusty Rhodes, Harley Race an so on and so on it was guys like them who knew what true competition was all about and more so showed it. They hated the idea of gaining a victory over their opponent by Disqualification, Count Out, or Injury. “

“It was men like them who built the very foundation that is the industry of professional wrestling. They had values and lived by them very values that built this industry we are all now apart of some 50 years later, only to have it demolished over night by promoters who could careless about the Values that those men built, values that consisted of Pride. Honor. Respect. Tradition and Loyalty...”

“It was because of guys like them that the fans come to watch each and every week cheering, and booing the competitor of their choosing either because that competitor either didn’t follow the rules and broke them or they followed the rules and were loved. But either way they never once had other people doing their biding for them, the settled it inside that squared circle against one another.”  

“It wasn’t until the 80’ and 90’s when the face of professional wrestling would come to see factions appearing and interfering in match’s that they weren’t apart of, promoters swaying and screwing over the face of their promotion, and just like them promotions before it, Sin City Wrestling is no different...”
 
“Sin City Wrestling; catchy name now isn’t it? I honestly think it is, I mean is definitely caught my attention, and the more I kept an eye on this place over the last few months that I’ve attended its shows the more I come to see the Corruption within in... It was then when I would come to be approached that I didn’t even need to think twice about signing the dotted line to the contract...”

“Then again the name says it all Sin City a place full of corruption. Sin and Lust... Now I know not a lot of you know who I am and if you do its because of my time in 4 Corners Wrestling and New Edge Wrestling, two places just like this place that are full of corruption. I however honestly don’t give two shits if you know who I am or not, because honestly, none of you matter to me.”

“I could care less if you cheered me, booed me, or wear my merchandise. I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that is to restore the values that once were seen in this sport of ours. Them values being Pride... Honor... Respect... Tradition,  Loyalty... 5 values that once were taught and drilled into us as children, 5 values that are no longer seen. 5 Values Sin City Wrestling no longer has nor probably had in the first place and it probably started from its name...”

“I mean lets face it, its owners “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward & Christian Underwood have over time been swayed to do one thing or another all in the name of gain, that my friend is corruption, for one should not be swayed to do something for ones own gain and those two men, the very men who hired me on have been known to be swayed from time to time.”

“Now I know targeting Ward and Underwood would do me no favors, nor get me on their good sides, but the truth must be told, them two men have had their hands dirty on more then one occasion, you see unlike most who are here for one thing, and that one thing being success built not on or around the 5 values but on the status of money and fame.”

“You see something I’ve never once thrived to have was money, nor fame for those very two things can corrupt someone vary easy and very quickly, I however thrived on pride, Respect.. Tradition and my loyalty yeah sure the money is nice and so is being recognized by a total stranger who just wants maybe two minutes of your time, but they are also the two things that will corrupt you, as the old sang goes money is the root of all evil and that my friends is no lie...”

“Sin City is full of corruption and it is up to me to restore it to the values it once had before it becomes a statistic of failed promotions much like the many before it over the years... And it all starts at Climax Control when I come to take on a man who looks to redeem himself at the cost of yours truly, that man being Cashus Clay...”

“Clay you and I will come to face off against one another at Sin City’s flagship show Climax Control that will be airing live from the Royal College Sports Complex in Colombo, Sri Lanka. Nothing will be on the line other then pride and bragging rights.”

“To be honest I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity then this... And that’s debuting against the man known as Cashus Clay whom is known by the monikers of Old Skool and the Sensational One. Our match Cashus is quiet simple its the oldest wrestling match known to wrestling fans and its the most traditional match in wrestling.”

“That match being a singles match. It consist under One bout. A set of Rules. Two Competitors of course them competitors being you and I, them rules consisting of either A.) Win by win pinfall which means pinning your opponent and gaining victory by pinfall over your opponent B.) Submission which means making your opponent submit by tapping out. Or C.) Knockout which is just as it sounds knocking your opponent unconscious until they are no longer or considered fit to continue on...”

“Old Skool you know nothing of me other then what has been said about me over social media or by those who have come to compete against me which leaves you with very little information. Though unlike you I have a degree of information I can find on you from your recent loss at Into The Void for the SCW Roulette championship too your first loss here in Sin City too your first victory...”

“Old Skool my friend you have built up quiet the history and come our debut match you will come to pay for the injustice you’ve brought upon yourself and those you’ve used as stepping stones to get to where you are at. Our match will not be some walk in the park as many match’s have come to be for you, for this time you won’t be having it easy...”

“I can almost guarantee our match won’t be an easy one for either of us. You looking to correct the loss you suffered at Into The Void just recently and me the man who is looking to make a statement that won’t be forgotten about, more so staggering on in the back of the head of those who have brought injustice to this company that is Sin City Wrestling...”

“Old Skool you will be the one I use to make that very statement, a statement that is so bold, so intense that it’ll only bring question to what I have planned next or who I plan to target next...”

“Old Skool”

“Sin City Wrestling...”

“I am Gabriel Cross...”

”I am The Scarred Sentinel...”

”I am Wrestling’s White knight and I have arrived...”

“Let the Crusade began...”

“For I am here...”

“Better believe that!!!”

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Therapist: “Maybe one day Gabriel, maybe one day I will...”

Gabriel Cross: “Why do you look down upon me and my beliefs doc?”

Therapist: “I don’t I just find it hard to believe in something that isn’t there you know?”

Gabriel Cross: “No I don’t doc now if there isn’t anymore to our session than we are done here, because honestly what does my faith in the lord have to do with my therapy session?”

Therapist: “Actually your faith in the lord has a lot to do with today’s session seeing how you my friend feel guilty for the deaths of your wife and daughter... You seek redemption and hope for forgiveness. It is because of that you found god isn’t it?”

As she said that I chuckled with laughter at the thought of what she just said.

Gabriel Cross: “So maybe it has a little bit, but then again I’ve always believed in the lord, prayed before I went out on my patrols or before I began my scheduled shift when I was a Lieutenant for the sheriffs department...”

Therapist: “You honestly did?”

Gabriel Cross: “Yes I honestly did, it gave me comfort knowing... Just maybe he was watching over me you know?”

Therapist: “I guess...”

Gabriel Cross: “You guess huh?”

Therapist: “Well Gabriel our time is up!”

She says with a cold demeanor as she slowly gets on up from where she is sitting in her office and walks on over to her office desk, taking her glasses off and placing them on her desk, as she takes her seat behind it.

Gabriel Cross: “I guess I’ll see you next week eh doc?”

I tell her as I slowly walk on off toward her office door. She says nothing, as I reach the door, twisting the handle, she speaks up once more...

Therapist: “Just remember this Gabriel no matter how hard you pray, or put your believe in the lord nothing will bring them back, not a single thing and though do know this, and I say this because I know your wife and daughter wouldn’t want you suffering over their loss, they’d want you to continue living your life in happiness Gabriel...”

She said as I turned back just slightly enough to see her, though at this point arguing with her wasn’t worth it as I nodded in agreement as I twisted the door handle pulling in as it slowly opened, as it opened, I walked through the door. Once through the door, the door slowly closed behind me as it did a single metal name plate sat quietly on the front of the door. Etched into the silver plate, the name of the therapist; Genevieve Cross M.D.

 OOC:- Please note this match never took place due to New Edge Wrestling going on a Hiatus until further notice, though this is the piece I wrote for my match that never took place because of the hiatus. With that in mind I hope you still enjoy it as I wanted to continue the Cross story...





"Reality or Fantasy"
Chapter 002

Monday, May 25, 2015, 1400 hours
Fredericksburg, Virginia, U.S.
[[Sheriff’s Station]]

My back hurt like a fucking bitch, Ugh… what the hell, I felt like I just got hit by a mother fucking train or something. It felt pretty nice to be home and back to my second love serving my community as Lieutenant of the Sheriffs Department here in Fredericksburg. But then again my wrestling debut I had for the wrestling promotion known only as 4 Corners Wrestling was unforgettable and why I say that is because my debut match against Lucifer and Dante Albright on the Fistful of Friday brand in Austin, Texas will always be something I will always come to cherish seeing how it was my first wrestling match I did for 4 Corners Wrestling.

With that being said I look to enter yet another promotion to right the wrongs done within the realms of the promotion that be New Edge Wrestling, but wow... did I feel pretty damn shitty and my back pain only continued to hurt as I slowly crawled out of my Red 2014 Ford Mustang. As I did the sound of the driver side door closing behind me could be heard, as I walked around to the back where the trunk was located and opened it up, as it opened I pulled out my black Adidas gym bag which held all my sheriffs gear inside of it.

From my handcuffs, to my teaser, to even my 45. caliber pistol etc. As I pulled the bag on out of the back of my Ford Mustang's trunk I slung it over my shoulder and began to head on inside to our Department of Corrections office. Once inside our office, not even a second or two inside, Gabriel if you wouldn't mind, please step into my office is exactly what I heard across the room coming out from the mouth of my Captain, Captain Alexander Grey of the Fredericksburg, Virginia Sheriffs Department could be heard saying. Before I could even say anything or ask everybody how their weekend went or how they were doing. I was already being summoned.

Gabriel Cross: "Yes Captain?"

I questioned as I walked into my Captains office, not knowing what to expect as Captain Alexander Grey closed the door behind me and signaled for me to have a seat in front of his office desk.

Alexander Grey: "Gabriel so lets cut to the chase as to why I asked for you to come into my office today shall we?"

Captain Grey questioned as he stared back at me from across his office desk where he could be seen sitting on the other side. Grey's blonde hair could be seen being well groomed. His face could be seen being time-worn with wide amber eyes, set seductively within their sockets. Various scars stretching from the right side of his forehead , running towards his right nostril and ending on his left cheek makes one think, at some point in time of his career he faced redemption...

Gabriel Cross: "Which is?"

Alexander Grey: "Oh right, so before you left a little birdie brought to my attention that you fell to your knees and began screaming out the name of a one Lucien S. Ambrose, is this true Gabriel?"

Gabriel Cross: "That I did sir. Though I haven't a clue as to why I did that sir."

Alexander Grey: "Gabriel..."

Gabriel Cross: "Yes sir?"

Alexander Grey: "Son I need you to be honest with me right now, and I say that because my boss has been breathing down my neck since you little breakdown happened. So like I said I need you to be completely honest with me right now, and I'm pretty sure you're not going to like the question I'm about to ask you, understood?"

Gabriel Cross: "Yes sir, I understand!"

I said in a calm collective manner, though in reality I was beyond angered. Knowing damn well what my Captain was about to say and what he was getting at. That fucking bitch is all I could think of...

Alexander Grey: "So were you really cleared to come back to work Gabe?"

Captain Grey questioned me, his eyes steady and piercing right through me like a steak knife piercing through a tender juicy steak that just came off the grill. I stared back at him, my eyes steady and stern as I answered him back in a calm, collective voice.

Gabriel Cross: "Indeed I was Captain. You want to see the doctors letter of approval for me to come back to work or are we good?"

I questioned him, as I stared at him, he staring at me and then he spoke again.

Alexander Grey: "No I'll take your word for it, though don't let it happen again understood?"

Gabriel Cross: "Understood Captain, it wont!"

I said with a nod of the head as I got up from where I sat at, though before I could leave Captain Grey spoke out once again, as he did I turned around to face him.

Alexander Grey: "I mean it Cross, otherwise I'll have no choice but to get you reevaluated by one of our departments therapist understand?"

Gabriel Cross: "That I do Captain."

Alexander Grey: "Good, I'd hate to have to put you on a leave of absence Cross, as you're one of my best men and a damn good Lieutenant at that!"

Captain Grey said as I departed from his office. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face due to the intensity that was brought upon me by Corporal Charlotte King, though I couldn't blame the her, she was only doing her job and probably just concerned is all. I said as I continued on back over to where my office desk could be seen. As I arrived to my desk a yellow office folder could be seen sitting on top of my desk awaiting my arrival.

I picked it up and as I opened it up, the file could be seen being that of a sex crimes victim by the name of Nichole Paget I had helped out years ago, but why was her case file on my desk, and more so not in the hands of a detective from the Sexual Victims crime Unit and then there it was, before I could even say a word, staring right back at me, if I'd have looked any harder it'd have bitten me right in the face. Sebastian fucking Stone the detective who took over the case standing before me in the flesh.

Det. Sebastian Stone: "Gabriel F'n Cross the man who nearly cost me my job."

As Stone said that a smile formed across my face as if I was happy I almost got him canned from serving his community and for damn good reason at that.

Gabriel Cross: "Hey... hey... now, no hard feelings Stone I hope."

I said in a sarcastic voice as I stared up at him from where I sat.

Det. Sebastian Stone: "Lets not even go there shall we Cross?"

Gabriel Cross: "Fair enough."

Det. Sebastian Stone: "So I see you're no longer a Corporal Officer anymore!"

Gabriel Cross: "Yea you can say that... so what brings you down to my neck of the woods Stone?"

I questioned Stone. Stone could be seen having Ginger, shaggy hair which clumsily hangs over a chiseled, grim looking face. Wide brown eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch yearningly over the wildlife they've become enchanted by for so long.

A gunshot from a previous gun fight can be seen having left a mark stretching from the top of his left cheek, first running towards his fairly big lips and ending on his right cheekbone leaving him with a pleasant memory of his run in with death.

Det. Sebastian Stone: "Nothing other then I need your assistance again Cross!"

Detective Stone stated as I got on up from behind my desk and begin walking aside Stone as he continued to go on with what it was he had needed my assistance with. As he did we continued to walk on down one of the Sheriff’s stations hallways.

Gabriel Cross: “Your kidding Stone, right?”

Marcus Houston: “Unfortunately he isn’t Lieutenant!”

Chief Marcus Houston said over hearing what Stone and myself had been talking about. Chief Houston made the division chief after having helped put the guy Stone and I were talking about. It was during his time serving as my Department of Corrections captain, my boss Alexander Grey was a lieutenant during his time as Captain and well me, I was a mere Corporal.

Gabriel Cross: “Na you’re kidding Stone. Tell me you’re kidding!”  

I said, but then it hit me that Sebastian wasn’t kidding and that the man that had escaped was out for revenge. Revenge on myself and my whole Department. Who was this man you question? He was one of Fredericksburg’s worst nightmares, known all throughout Fredericksburg as the Virginia Strangler, Desmond Tombs.

Det. Sebastian Stone: “Like Chief Houston said, I am not and well Gabriel I wish I was!”

Gabriel Cross: “I’ve got to get Alexandria and Cynthia out of there then.”

Alexander Grey: “Don’t worry Cross we’ve already got one of our deputies on his way over to your house as we speak.”

Gabriel Cross: “You think Tombs even remembers where my family resides at?”

Alexander Grey: “Um Cross yea I do, not to be harsh or anything but Tombs kept repeating your address back to himself as he was taken into custody!”

Gabriel Cross: “Fuck, just fucking great...”

Marcus Houston: “Don’t worry Cross.”

Gabriel Cross: “Don’t worry?”

Alexander Grey: “Yes Gabriel don’t worry, last we’ve known he wasn’t spotted near Fredericksburg just yet!”

Gabriel Cross: “Exactly... It’s only a matter of time Captain!”

I told my precinct’s Captain and division Chief as the three of us continued on down the hallway listening to what Detective Sebastian Stone had to say, though from the sound of things it wasn’t good seeing how we here at the Fredericksburg Sheriffs Department were just getting wind of this already screwed up situation.

To be honest it seemed Stone was hiding something, seeing how Detective Stone had already been aware of this asshole Desmond Tombs escape since a week ago which made no sense to me as to why he was just now bringing it our attention. Why? Why all of a sudden was he now coming forth and asking us for help, most of all why was he asking me out of all people to help him out knowing damn well I couldn’t stand his crooked ass...    

Gabriel Cross: “So what’s the plan Stone?”

Det. Sebastian Stone: “I haven’t gotten one yet Cross why?”

Gabriel Cross: “Figures...”

Det. Sebastian Stone: “What’s that suppose to me Cross?”

Gabriel Cross: “You know damn well what it means Detective!”

Alexander Grey: “There isn’t going to be a problem is there Gabe?”

Gabriel Cross: “No Captain there isn’t as much as I don’t trust him!”

I stated before walking on off towards our headquarters locker room and shower area, as I prepared to start my shift. Though all I could think about was the safety of my wife Alexandria and my 3 year old daughter Cynthia. My two ladies are my everything and for that scumbag Desmond Tombs to escape his death sentence and come hunt my family and myself down was bullshit...

How... How on gods green earth did he do it? How’d he escape? Was the question that kept cycling through my mind like a clock ticking away. Each second that passed seemed like an hour to me, and all I could think about was were my girls alright? Did our deputies get to them in time?

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"So my debut in 4 Corners Wrestling come and gone, having debuted against two other newcomers on the last episode of Fistful of Friday before it officially ended and was switched over to Underground brand that was formerly another wrestling promotion known only as Underground X, which died just as it had when it was picked up by the now defunct Epic Wrestling Organization and made into a brand there, before making its way over to 4 Corners Wrestling...

Though like Underground where it’s come and gone only to resurface like the plague that it is, my two opponents I debuted against did not. My match against them was a mere glimpse of things to come and I say that because I've only started to begin. My match against Lucifer and Dante Albright was like stealing candy from a baby, I say that because both men came into our match unfocused only thinking about one another and forgetting about me.

You see while I sat on the sidelines watching my opponents tear one another apart, I carefully thought out each step I was going to need to take in order to achieve my first victory within 4 Corners Wrestling, and I did like a lion on the prowl sitting in the grasslands waiting to pounce on its prey...

I sat and patently waited for the right time to make my move before striking and taking both Albright and Lucifer done, before picking them apart limb by limb starting off with the unstable Lucifer, and eventually finishing him off until he was no more which allowed me to pick up my very first win over in 4 Corners Wrestling.

Now why I mention 4 Corners when it has nothing to do with New Edge Wrestling for New Edge Wrestling is just as corrupt as 4 Corners Wrestling is and those that have come to face the injustice within the promotion that be New Edge Wrestling this is your wakeup call for I the Scarred Sentinel have been watching and keeping tabs on this place from the crookedness of its owner Jesse Styles that bestowal upon Father Nathan when Father Nathan was forced to vacate his NEW World Heavyweight Championship title.

Too the Crookedness that is of Austin Impact who took part in a match that shouldn’t even haven existed to begin with when he took on Al Envy to see who would become the new NEW World Heavyweight Champion though as we all know the title is still vacant…

Now why did I mention my triple treat match? The very match I debuted in and won might I add when I hit my finishing maneuver “Cross Rhodes” on the very man who's name is Lucifer when that man isn’t even apart of New Edge Wrestling. Its quiet simple really... like him my opponent I'll be debuting against on the Lights Out brand of New Edge Wrestling is quiet simply the same to be honest.

You see like Lucifer the man I beat over in 4 Corners wrestling, is almost identical to the very man I’ll be debuting against here in New Edge Wrestling. You know the man who’s come to be known by DPS God, The Tanker and The Force, yea that very man who’s simply known as Ralphie, though the only difference between Lucifer and my opponent here in New Edge Wrestling is well quite frankly there isn’t both men live in a world of fantasy and make believe.

Unlike Lucifer Ralphie is a nerd who lives in his parents basement playing Dungeons and Dragons and stupid other role-playing table top games.   Well you see folks its things like that that rot your brains, I say that because I’ve come to see it, kids believing their some mythical creature in a cult and then kill someone believing that their so called elders told them to do it, or because they see it in a movie so they go out in do it.

Like Lucifer, Ralphie too shall stand trial for the crimes he’s committed while playing his little role-playing adventures in his fantasy world he’s come to live within, he shall come to stand trial when he and I face off against one another, for I am not only going to be just the jury, nor the executioner but the judge as well Ralphie…

You see I have come to set you straight and put you back on a path of righteousness a path I myself walk for I am a man of justice and come our match in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on Sunday, June 7, 2015 when the two of us meet for the first time you shall stand before me as I sentence you with the verdict I’ve chosen and that is guilty…

Ralphie. My name is Gabriel Cross, and I am the Scarred Sentinel and come our match when the two of us square off against one another in front the thousands in attendance in the Chesapeake Energy Arena justice shall be served!!!"

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Minutes seem likes hours, and the two hour drive I had to my residence seemed like days. I could only think was my wife and daughter okay or did the man who had been sentence to a five year span in prison already reach them?

Gabriel Cross: "Come on... come on damn it!"

I said to myself as I pulled off of the highway and come to a halting stop due to traffic. Nothing could have caught my attention other then what my Captain, Division Chief and that slime ball of a detective that Sebastian is said too me and that was Tombs whereabouts were unknown since his escape from the very prison I and my Captain Alexander Grey had put him in.

As the traffic cleared in front of my I slammed on the gas pedal of my vehicle and hit my vehicles sirens, as the sound of my cell phone going off could be heard, as it was heard I flipped it open and hit the speaker option.

Gabriel Cross: "Hello?"

I said as I answered it, but not a single word or sound could be heard.

Gabriel Cross: "Hello?"

I said again and still not a single sound could be heard, though before I was about to end the phone call a voice spoke, it was the voice of my wife Alexandria, distress could be heard in her voice as she spoke to me over the phone.

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Baby its me Alexandria.
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She could be heard saying trying to stay calm and strong for our daughter Cynthia as the sound of the phone she was on switched hands.

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Gabriel... Gabriel... Gabriel...
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The voice said before it even identified itself, I already knew who it was and that I was already too late to get to my girls, and that Tombs had already gotten to them, but how I asked when supposedly we had deputies outside my residence on watch.

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Gabriel if you haven't figured out who this is yet...
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Before Tombs could continue on, I cut him off in mid-sentence.

Gabriel Cross: "Listen here you fucking asshole..."

Though before I could continue on he cut me off.

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Whoa... Whoa... Whoa Gabriel enough with the profanity eh?
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He said before continuing on.

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Whoa... Whoa... Whoa Gabriel enough with the profanity eh, and what's this with calling me a fucking asshole eh?
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Gabriel Cross: "But..."

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But what Gabriel?
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Tombs said before the sound of the dial tone was heard. Why me? Why now? Why... is all I could ask myself as I pulled onto my street where my residence was located at. As I did I drove up to where my house was too see a devastating scene, two deputies lying face down in their patrol cars with their faces down on their vehicle steering wheels.

They both could be seen having been shot from behind in the head, as I radioed into the dispatcher (10-97) which means "arrived at scene before continuing on and radioing I've got a (11-99) which means "Officer needs help!" before continuing on....

Gabriel Cross: "I've got a 10-53"

Which meant "Officer down" as I continued to radio the dispatcher that I had two (11-44's) which meant "Deceased person (Coroner Required) though in this case it wasn't just anybody it was two deputies of mine...

Gabriel Cross: "Fucking asshole..."

I said as I stood by waiting for help to arrive at my residence which was now a fucking crime scene all thanks to that pile of shit that be Desmond Tombs, inmate #6734. The very man who not only escaped from prison but now kidnapped my wife and daughter...

Gabriel Cross: "Fuck..."

I said as help arrived...