<img src=https://45.media.tumblr.com/f648d30c3437adcc104966a68977f7a4/tumblr_my0wzs358c1t8u5o8o1_500.gif>Homecoming King
#NP "Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil
Locale: Staggs Family Home; Las Vegas, Nevada"One, two, Grimm is coming for you,
Three, four, lock the doors,
Five, six, grab your crucifix,
Seven, eight, stay up late,
Nine, ten, never sleep again...
Hehehehehe!"The way he looked the entire way home was hard, Vixen said. Not that any of these last few months had been easy on anybody, but it is especially hard seeing him in this shape. Xanax barely made him content enough to get him on the plane. The shaking had stopped, but he was just a shell, as if Brother Grimm had already beaten him. All I wanted to do was be there to do what I could to comfort my baby boy. I thought I was respecting his wishes by letting him live his life, but it was premature. I guess the rumors are true. I'm an awful parent.
As soon as the car pulls up into the driveway, I dart out of the front door. My sights are set firmly on the passanger's side door as I rush over the walkway and to his car door. Misty is close behind me with Owen, despite the cold breeze. I don't hear or see anything as I fling the door open. There he is, shaking so badly that his teeth are chattering. As if he were six years old again, I scoop him up into my arms. It nearly brings a tear to my eyes as he rests his head on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around me, sobbing.
Tim: I'm sorry, dad. Can I come back home, please?
As if he needed to ask such a question. I nearly kick the door open as Misty turns toward us, just staring. This is the exact moment that I realize he is not just a rebellious teenager. He wasn't calling me a bad father because I wouldn't let him hang out with his troublemaking friends. He was calling me a bad father because... I was a bad father. That bullshit ends right this fucking second. I set him down on the couch as I rush to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and a bag of pills sitting on the kitchen counter. I tear open the bag to remove a pill bottle emergency rushed from Tim's doctor. I crack open the bottle and pour a couple tiny white pills into the lid. All while I hear Tim wailing from the living room couch. Eden wipes at her eyes, weary from the broken night of sleep she had gotten. I give her a pat on the head as she sighs and follows me. Once we are in the living room, Tommy has Kit in his arms, and Vixen has Bijou. Uncle Erik and Jamie are standing next to Misty, trying hard not to crowd Tim as he looks around, shaking and blinking, speechless.
Eden: Did Timmy see the Boogeyman?
Tim: Oh yes, Eden! I've seen the Boogeyman, and he's real. Ohhhh is he real!
Eden: He's... real?!
Eden cries out as she looks to me. I shake my head softly, but my eyes are locked firmly on hers. My family has always been able to communicate with a stare, so she quickly calms down. However, the thought still lingers in her mind. I've seen some crazy get ups with wrestlers over the years, but this Brother Grimm has got to be one of the craziest. That's something coming from me.
Misty: Timmy, honey, can I get you something?
Misty is about as clueless as the rest of us on what to do right now other than to let him go into a Xanax induced "I Don't Give A Fuck" coma. I hand the pills over to Tim, and he wastes no time in gathering them up and gobbling them down without water even. He gets up from the couch and immediately hugs onto me tightly. I hug him back, not wanting to let go. He reaches out his hand to Misty as he tries his best not to tremble. After a moment of all the eyes resting on him, he looks toward the kitchen, a cold sweat dripping down his face.
Tim: Dad? Can I have a minute uh... alone with you?
Everyone gives a nod as I try to put on my strong face. I pull away from the hug slightly, forcing a warm smile onto my face as I give an affirmative nod.
Me: Yeah, son. Do you want something to eat?
He just shakes his head as he tugs on my arm, taking me toward the kitchen. As we enter, I walk over to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of orange juice. I bring it to the island, and retrieve two cups from the nearby cabinet. Pouring a glass for Tim first, I then pour one for myself. Tim takes a sip as he just stares at me. I can tell he's confused, and unsure of what to say here, so I try to break the ice.
Me: No matter what's happened in the past, son... I'm very proud of you. You did something that not even I've been able to do in winning the tag titles.
He just nods his head, though his mind is clearly not on the topic of the tag belts. He rubs the back of his head, the beginning effects of the medication coming into play.
Tim: Dad, I'm sorry I punched you on the cruise ship. I was so mad that you brought Roxanne on the cruise ship, but that's no excuse for...
I shouldn't, but I don't want him feeling worse than he already had been feeling, so I shush him gently, shaking my head. He purses his lips as I cut him off from this course of action.
Me: That is in the past, kiddo. What's important is here, and now. You're back home where you belong. Where you are loved and respected. Where you are safe...
He laughs. I admit I wasn't expecting that, though I should have, given the predicaments I've left my son in through the years, but I'm completely shocked. There is almost a gleeful, sinister, crazy gleam in his eye as he looks up at me. Most wouldn't understand this stare, but I know it all too well. He inherited it directly from me, but I must have kept him safe and sane enough up until now, because it's the first time I've seen it in his eyes.
Tim: Am I? Am I really?
Me: Yes! There are some pretty sick people out there who don't just endure getting beaten up for a living, but rather, they enjoy it. That's all this sicko is. He's a man in face paint who drugged you and kidnapped you, and...
I can't even imagine it as I slam my fist angrily on the island counter top. It causes my glass of orange juice to splash back at me a bit, and I can feel a rage coming over me.
Me: That fucker messed with your head. You can't let him win.
Tim tears up a bit again, as his voice squeaks out.
Tim: You... weren't... there, dad... You... you don't know that...
He places his hands on the sides of his head as he begins pacing back and forth along the island.
Tim: Celeste's mom said...
I rub at my temples, and my temper is starting to boil over with the situation. This time, I slam both fists down on the counter as I look over at Tim, shaking my head from side to side. I am not going to listen to this bullshit.
Me: Celeste's mom is a whack job. Where do you think Celeste got that from? Push that all out of your head, and we'll get you worked out, okay? I made an appointment with Dr. Liddell.
Tim: Dr. Liddell can't help me, not with this. You weren't there, dad. You didn't see the things I saw.
His voice starts to squeak as tears form in his eyes again. I just nod my head, but he knows I don't believe it to be what he does. Ramblings of a mad man, and some old woman who probably put all of that nonsense into his head to begin with. Either way, now is not the time to try to talk sense into Tim. Now, he needs the father he's been without for four months... well, longer than that apparently.
Me: The best thing to do is to push this all out of your head. Dwelling on it isn't going to do you any good. Just relax, and let the medicine do it's work. I won't leave your side until you feel ready, okay?
Tim just nods his head as he takes another small sip of his orange juice. He wipes all signs of tears from his eyes, leaving only a hot, red stain around his eyes. There is nothing but a redness, bloodshot eyes, and not even from the medication. No light in the eyes, and no sign that it was ever there. I have half a mind to show up at the Gold Coast Casino on Sunday and knock the ever living fuck out of this Brother Grimm, old school Spike Staggs style. Tim yawns as he looks over at the clock, reading a quarter past 9 in the morning. Without having to say a word, I nod my head. Tim exits the kitchen, but instead of going to his room for peace and quiet, he passes the staircase, and walks straight to the living room. I follow, a bit confused, but he walks right over to the fireplace, and curls up in front of it. The murmur in the room goes completely silent, save for my childhood blinking Santa lights on the tree that chime in with "Little Drummer Boy". Tim closes his eyes, and I grab a blanket from the back of the chair, and I cover him up. Eden brings a couple decorative pillows from the couch and props his head up, but he's too far gone to notice. She kisses him on his forehead, and then looks to Misty.
Eden: Is Timmy going to be alright?
Misty: Yes, honey. He's got so, so many people who love and care about him, and we won't let anything bad happen to him.
Everyone in the room nods their heads, but me. It goes without being said. I've failed him too many times in the past, and I'll be fucking damned if I'm going to do it again...
[Fade]<img src=http://www.netanimations.net/Animated_santa_reindeer_flying.gif>Santa Claus Is Coming?
#NP "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by Frank Sinatra
Locale: Staggs Family Home; Las Vegas, Nevada (Yes, again...)Eden, Vixen, dad, and the twins are all bundled up as they stand by the door. They look at me as if I must be crazy. I know that's exactly what they are thinking, but honestly I can't blame them. I sit with a mug of white hot chocolate in my hand, and a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Bad Santa is playing on TV, and I'm actually doing okay. Though, the last thing I feel like doing is going to the theater to watch a scary-ish movie. I've had enough of that in my nightmares the last few days.
Dad: Are you sure you don't want to come with us? You've been dying to see this movie.
Me: I think I'll wait for the Blu Ray, but thanks. Besides, I need a break from you guys.
Eden Hey!
Me: Except you, Eden...
She smiles all smug like as she looks at the rest of the family as if she were the only exception. I give a smile so that everyone knows I'm just kidding.
Vixen: You could always come and see The Good Dinosaur with us, right petit?
Vixen looks down to Eden who smiles and nods her head. I hope they didn't see me roll my eyes at that one, but I'd really rather not.
Me: Thanks for the invite, but I feel like sitting in alone tonight.
Eden: Your loss!
Snappy that one is. I snicker as she spins on the heels of her favorite snow boots to take my father's hand. Dad uses his free hand to pull his phone out of his pocket, making sure the volume is turned up, though a funny look comes over his face. He stares at me for a moment until I wave him off.
Me: Go! Have fun. Just don't spoil it for me when you get home.
Dad: I should just to spite you... but if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me. I'll answer no matter what.
Me: And ignore the commercial at the beginning that threatens to ban you from the theater for life if you don't silence your phone? I'll be fine.
He keeps looking at me, so I turn back to the television just in time to hear Billy Bob Thorton say "My fuck stick!" Ha! Classic... The front door opens, and they make their exit. I appreciate everything they've done for me over the last few days, but I feel like I could use a few hours of peace and quiet. There is a loud thump, and I swear it sounds like it's coming from the roof, but it was probably just the car door slamming. I shrug my shoulders as I continue watching the movie. I reach over to the table and grab a white chocolate cranberry cookie from the tray, and I snap off a piece between my teeth. Buttery and crispy, just the way I like them. I hear another rustling noise outside, as a little bit of soot falls in the fire. Okay, that's a little weird, right? Nah, it's probably just a squirrel. I slowly turn away when my phone goes off with a loud text alert that makes me jump, spilling a bit of hot chocolate on my foot. Gah!
I get up and do a dance as I mutter partial curse words under my breath and I walk over to grab a tissue to wipe up the mess. As I'm doing so, I grab my phone and unlock it to see a text from Celeste.
"Hey, are you there?"I respond with...
"Yes...? You made me spill hot chocolate everywhere, C! LOL 
"I go to lock my phone and slide it into the pocket of my skully pajama bottoms, but as soon as I let go of it, I get a very fast response. I blink a couple times before slowly pulling it back out. I unlock my phone and then read her text.
"I'm coming over. Be safe xoxo"Uhhh... What?
"What? Stay in bed and heal yourself. I'll be fine."This time, I stare at the phone for a minute, waiting for some kind of response. After a minute, there is still nothing, so I lock my phone and get ready to slide it in my pocket. I hesitate, because I know she's going to text me back. I hold it there for a second, but nothing. I drop it into my pocket and settle back in the couch. I pick up my mug of what's left of the white chocolate drink, taking a slow sip as I feel it warm me up from the inside out. Ahhh... Wait, what's that?
I stare over to the fireplace to see a rusty hook on a tow chain, with a teddy bear hanging from it. What... the... fuck...? I pause the movie as I walk over to the fireplace. Of course, I'm not stupid enough to touch the bear, but I just watch the fur gently singing at the bottom of it's feet. I bet this is some sort of attempt by Despy to cheer me up.
Me: Despy! Angel's feet are burning! But hey, I appreciate the thought!
There is a loud bang as the power flickers in and out for a moment before finally staying off. The fire crackles as a freezing cold gust of wind comes from the fireplace, nearly sweeping the fire out.
Me: I don't know how you're doing that, but uhhh... yeah, that's not helping, man...
I hear a high pitched giggle coming from inside the chimney that makes me jump. So damn demented... This kid has good intentions, but there's no way I could deal with this twenty-four seven. I slowly lean over the burning embers that are barely putting off heat. I look up the chimney to see a fucking goat head at the top!!! I knock my head as I jump back.
"Yoo-hoooooo... Hehehehehe!"The teddy bear starts moving, trying to free itself from the chain as five gingerbread men slide down the chain. I know I took a Xanax earlier, but I don't recall tripping acid! I fall flat on my butt and I scoot backward as they walk menacingly toward me. The teddy bear frees himself from the chain and joins in on the pursuit. The teddy bear grabs a fire poker and the gingerbread men grab a letter opener, a broken shard of an ornament, a leaded looking gift from under the tree, and a pillow? They laugh as they rally around me. I jump up to my feet and I open up the front door as a gust of cold air comes charging in at me, along with a shit ton of snow?! I look out across the street to see that there is no snow outside of the perimeters of my yard. The neighbors are looking at us, some clapping their hands, while others just shake their head.
Me: HELP! HELLLLLLLPPPP!!!
Ted, the neighbor: Hey, hey! Your dad went all out this year, eh?
Chatrice, the other neighbor: Show offs!
Chatrice slams her door as she thinks its some sort of elaborate Christmas display. I charge out into the yard barefoot, but I don't care. I trip over something as I stare at the gawkers, hooping and hollering about the show they're seeing. As I scream louder, so do they.
Ted: Yeah! YEAH! Gotta love the animatronic snowman!
WHAT?! I look over to my left to see a snowman headed in my direction ever so slowly. This is a nightmare... a real living nightmare! I pick up a snowball and throw it at him like I am some sort of retarded B-rated horror movie soon-to-be victim, and of course it only laughs a sinister laugh.
Me: HELP! THIS ISN'T A SHOW! IT'S REAL!!!
Ken, Ted's Boyfriend: This is just amazing, Teddy. He's really committing to his role.
I have to get out of here, because their stupidity is just pissing me off now. I run back toward the house, feeling like I'm near the point of hypothermia. The gingerbread men cheer in this high pitched voice that makes me cringe as the teddy bear cocks a pellet gun. He starts shooting at me, and just barely missing. That's it. I am not about to get my ass kicked by a bunch of cookies and a stuffed animal. I jump over the barrel of the gun and punt the teddy bear's head right off of him, causing the gingerbread men to look a little concerned. I make a run for the kitchen. There's knives, there's pans, there's a blender. I'm bound to find something that will help me out here. The gingerbread men jump over the teddy bear head.
Gingerbread Men: GET HIM!
The only clear thing they've said so far, and it's a threat on my life. Great. I skid into the mess of a kitchen, and immediately over to the knife drawer. I pull it open to see nothing but butter knives. The gingerbread men giggle as they whistle to get my attention. I turn over toward them and apparently they have decided to hoard the knives for a throwing contest, and I'm the lucky target. The first one misses, but the second one catches me with a flesh wound across my cheek. A small trickle of blood comes out of it, but it's not deep at all. This only serves to piss me off. I look at the blender, just in time to see that it is cracked, and the blades are mangled beyond recognition. I grab a pan from the rack and I'm able to deflect one knife, despite another digs right into my shin.
Me: HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!!!
Gingerbread Men: WOOHOO TEN POINTS HAHAHA!
That's it. I might be near a code brown moment right now, but that doesn't stop me from getting a bit crazy. I run over to the refrigerator, and I grab both gallons of milk. I shake them up , and look over at them, doing my best Bruce Campbell impression.
Tim: This... is my boomstick! Hail to the king, baby.
I unscrew the caps to both gallons of two percent, and I charge over at them. I swear it's in slow motion, because that's how these actions scenes always play out, but the process probably took all of eight seconds. I miss with the first splash, but thanks to the small spout on the gallon, I still have plenty on reserve. I swing my other arm and splash one of them, sending him into a soggy mess against the wall. I swing my arms rapidly, but I miss both times. However, with my next attempt, I catch three of them, and they get the same treatment of becoming nothing but a splat against the stove and counters. I think I got them all, so I drop the gallons of milk and quickly pull the knife from my shin.
Me: SWEEEEEEET baby Jesus! FUCK!
I grab a kitchen towel and wrap it tightly around my leg, before going for another. However, I'm hit in the back of the head with my frying pan, and that hurts every bit as bad as you would expect it to from the movies. I fall down to one knee as another Gingerbread man waves at me before grabbing at his crotch. My vision goes a bit blurry as he raises the pan for one last swing. However, good old Dero, our family black cat, jumps up on the counter and tackles this curious toy. He play bites at it's face as it squirms and screams. This only serves to make the play more intense as he begins taking bites out of the cookie man. Finally, it stops moving, and the cat kicks it aside, bored now, as he looks up at me with an innocent "Meow?"
Me: Groovy...
I reach down and pat Dero on the head as I lean down to whisper a secret for just the two of us, while watching the gingerbread man bleed frosting from all of the bite marks.
Me: Thanks for saving my life. I won't tell on you for jumping on the counter.
I wink at him as he cocks his head to the side with another "Meow", though this time the inflection proves to be less of a question, and more of a statement. He jumps down and licks at the milk and cookie mess on the floor. The draft from the front door lets me know I never did shut the front door. I walk into the living room and stare at the snowmen, keeping a safe distance from the heat of the house, flipping them off before slamming the door shut. I go to lock the door, when I hear this creepy sounding croaking noise. I turn around in time to see the... creepiest freaking things I've ever seen in my life. They look like charred, supersized Jigsaw dolls in tattered green cloaks and elf hats. Their big, black, empty eyes rest on me as I slowly back up against the door. Code brown? Not quite, but we definitely have a code gold situation as my socks slowly become soaked. I gulp as I fidget with the door handle, but for the life of me, I can't get the damn thing open. It doesn't matter as the three elves quickly snatch me up and tie me up with Christmas lights, so tight I stand no chance of getting loose.
Me: No? Please don't do this. I... I don't even know what you want! Tell me, and I'll... I'll make it happen.
They look to one another like prison guards, and two of them lift me up over their shoulders. I wiggle as fast as I can, but its no use. Their grip is extremely tight around me. I just give up, because after everything I've been through this week, it's of no use to fight it. I'm toast. The third one attaches the lights to the hook and tugs on the tow chain. He drops me on top of the burning embers of wood in the fireplace, but it's so minimal that it will be lucky to leave a small blister. I stare at them as the chain slowly starts to raise, toying with me. I've seen this somewhere. I'm fully expecting to see some sort of goat beast in a santa cloak, from the old German tales uncle Erik used to tell me. I guess after the stuff I pulled earlier this year, I deserve a visit from Krampus. But, as soon as the blizzard hits me, I see a nicely pressed santa suit under a matching bright red cloak, and a horned helmet atop the head of Brother Grimm! Code brown is officially under way as I shake in pure and utter fear.
Brother Grimm: He dumps me over the edge of the roof, letting me dangle as he prepares to... I don't know, skin me alive? Killing me is definitely on his mind. That is, until I hear a raspy shout coming over the harsh winds that slowly start dying down.
Crystalline North: Blessed be, shithead...
Through the clearing snow, I can see Crystalline and Celeste North with leather bound books in their hands, and satchels over their shoulders. Celeste is still bandaged pretty much in every visible part of her body, but that doesn't stop her as she walks right next to her mom, pointing at Grimm as they chant.
North Girls: If spirits threaten in this place, fight water by water and fire by fire! Banish their souls into nothingness, and remove their powers until the last trace! Let these evil beings flee, through time and space!
Celeste waves some sort of ball thing, smoke of incents coming from it? Kinda like at Easter mass. Crystalline splashes some sort of water in front of her, melting the snow immediately. I must really be tripping, because with the snap of her fingers, the snowmen disappear into nothing but a small gust of snowy wind.
Crystalline: I summon the power of Athena, Goddess of War and Wisdom, for guidance against this creature of the darkest depths. Watch over this young boy and give him protection from the pure essence of fear. This orgonite and black tourmaline pendant, I present to him to help ward off this evil.
She hangs it on my half frozen foot. Um, untie me instead of giving me a gemstone! But, whatever it is, I see a blue sphere surround me, and Grimm doesn't look very pleased. Celeste begins throwing salt in our direction as she chants more.
North Girls: Any unwanted spirits and entities, please leave now. Any evil or negative energies of presences, please leave this space. You don't belong here. I am sending you home. Go back whence you came. Please leave NOW! Only light and healing energy is allowed on these grounds. Thank you.
Please and thank you?! Really? If I knew that would work, I would have said it to begin with... oh wait, I did... But, Grimm seems hesitant still.
North Girls: Any unwanted spirits and entities, please leave now. Any evil or negative energies of presences, please leave this space. You don't belong here. I am sending you home. Go back whence you came. Please leave NOW! Only light and healing energy is allowed on these grounds. Thank you.
After repeating this again, Grimm seems to feel threatened enough to fight this. However, he simply vanishes into thin air. Along with him, the snow quickly begins to melt as I'm a mess. I'm hanging from the roof still, and I want to ask them to let me down, but instead, my teeth just chatter. My dad pulls up in the driveway and jumps out of the car as he charges forward. Celeste's mom stops him, and I can hear him raising his voice, pointing at me and the house as she talks calmly to him.
Dad: The neighbor called me and asked me why there was a man in red on my roof! Of course I'm going to rush home, only to see you two casting spells on my son, hanging from the fucking roof?!
Celeste looks back at the commotion as the neighbors rush over. Yeah, now that it's over, they know how fucked up that entire thing actually was! Go figure. Celeste looks genuinely concerned as she turns back to me, untangling the lights slowly.
Celeste: Unlike certain girls you keep company with, I actually care.
Me: How...?
Celeste: We were in our circle when mom showed me a vision. At first, I was like "Um, that's Krampus, bitch." But then, I'm like "Wait, when did Tim get a role in Krampus?" And we came from our suite at the Gold Coast Casino to save your ass. You know? It was almost too easy. Punk ass Brother Grimm...
One final knot undone, and I come crashing down four feet to the wet ground, splashing in a puddle of melted snow. Celeste pulls the pendant from my foot and hangs it around my neck. My dad looks like he finally believes me when I said Brother Grimm will stop at nothing to get to me and devour my soul.
Celeste: Don't ever take this necklace off. Ev...
Something catches her eye as she walks up the porch. She looks at the wreath hanging on the door, and she gently touches it, before leaning in to smell it. She looks over to her mom and my dad as she holds the wreath up.
Celeste: Meadowsweet! Fucking meadowsweet, mom!
Crystalline: Oh, Goddess, no... Never keep meadowsweet anywhere near your home, Spike... That's a great way to lead any evil to you. Luckily you have us, now.
Celeste throws the wreath out into the street as she walks over to her mom and my dad, staring back at me with concern in her eyes as I sit there shivering in the puddle, rocking back and forth in the filth of the earth as well as my own filth.
[FADE]Voice of the Voiceless Vlog
#NP "Thoughtless" by Korn
Locale: The IntrawebzHello...hello...ello...llo...
Can anybody hear me? No? Figures...
See, even since winning the SCW WORLD Tag Team Championships... yes, a World sanctioned title... nobody gives a crap about The Nobodies. Three championship belts in our possession, and the only one who gets any kind of recognition is Alexis Edwards, and that's only because she plays nice with Mikah. Hey, who am I to judge? Whatever works, right?
Well, Tim Staggs is a man of conviction. He does not play up to the type of person we are fighting to rid this company of. I don't stick on Twitter all day, every day, playing nice to the biggest threat to this sport, people such as Drake Green... or literally almost any name on the SCW roster. The Nobodies will be the next generation of stars in Sin City Wrestling. We are not a new breed, but an original breed. We're going to bring this sport back to it roots, at any and all costs. We don't care who we piss off.
I've already made waves with several names, because that is the first stage of the plan. We are the low card, and it would be silly to jump in and attack the big dogs, right? We need to take out those who are at our level, and earn the respect of the bosses and the fans, one step at a time. It's a onder to me how we are so hated for simply trying to do things the proper way.
Ah, yes, there is a point. You see, one of the people I've pissed off in all of this, so happens to be my opponent for this week. Steve Ramone, a virtual Nobody, who acts as if he is a Somebody, didn't like the fact that I started with him and his former tag team partner, Joshua Acquin. He didn't like the fact that we bloodied him up. But, what absolutely crawled up his asshole like a thorny cactus, is the fact that we said what nobody has had the balls to tell him. He's a Nobody. Who cares about Steve Ramone? Do the bosses? Nope. Do the fans? Fuck no. Do his fellow stars? Hahahaha, no...
You see, Steve Ramone subscribes to a certain kind of thinking. Instead of admitting he is just like Connor, Alexis, and Celeste... he fights to prove he's the exact opposite. I've gone past hating Steve, and being angry with him, because I realize that he's in the greatest form of denial. He doesn't want to admit that he could use some improvement, and in a matter of months, could be challenging the best in the company, which is actually pretty laughable at the moment. No, instead of seeing things the way Connor did, and he is a champion now.
Steve, I'd be more than happy to defeat you on Sunday. I'd be happy to show you the error of your ways, and give you yet another chance to join our ranks. I'll even give a hood to each of your goons, despite them doing their best to help you fend off the inevitable loss for just a few moments longer. And, as an added bonus, I will forego the intiation ass kicking, and count the ass kicking I give you in the middle of that ring as your welcome into our ranks. This is your last chance, because these days, black hoods are selling fast, and quantities are limited. Pick yours up today!
If you think I'm joking, Steve, I am not. You are a perfect example of the type of person we would welcome into our ranks... except with a much shittier win to loss ratio. It would actually be perfect, though, because when you look better by the company you keep, people will attribute that to The Nobodies, and we will be on our way to becoming Somebodies.
Either way, Steve, your ass will be handed to you on Sunday. You can choose to make something of it, or you can let the pain and suffering be all for naught. It's your choice. I'll see you in 3 days, on my home turf...
Peace!
