Oh what a tangled web I weave.

There you were, so upset that you had to give back something that didn't belong to you. You tried to challenge the boss. Now I know Rish doesn't seem as intimidating as Sunset or Elisha, but I gotta admit I was quite intrigued when you actually showed a brief glimpse of testicular fortitude...

And then you went limper than a seventy five year old straight man at a bear bar...

This is the way his world will end...not with a bang, but with a wimper. In that moment you did more damage to yourself than anything I could ever do to you. I've already won.

I'll still go thru the motions though because dear God this is going to be fun...you see folks I'm here to tell you what we are here for this day. This day we are here for the eulogy of a man who is not worth naming.

There you were sad at losing your little prize and I decided to brighten your day...

So I know you're already pissed off. I saw it in your eyes. I took what you made your whole identity was and made it a joke...and I know it pissed you off. Because if I did it to Jarvis or Jace...it'd piss them off to.

I could point out about your horrible wrestling skills as to why you last that lackluster belt, but in truth it's the weakness that you consider your biggest strength. Your ego. Now I know you will dismiss me. You will talk shit about me. You'll try to make fun of me the way I made fun of you. I expect this. In fact I plan on it. In fact there isn't a damn thing you can do that is actually going to upset me. Even if you make fun of my beloved or my frands...

Why do you think that is?

Because I've already figured out what your weakness. You're like the boogeyman...

Hear me out and stop laughing at the irony of my ugly masked face calling someone the boogeyman. The more you think about him the more power he has. That's how it works. Some say that's how I work, but in truth the idea of facing someone who is unstoppable doesn't get you far in this business.

I'll give you an example since I know your feeble mind is having a hard time processing especially since I'm not name dropping you. Making it harder for you to concentrate on what I say because well let's face it...

No one has ever really challenged you.

I came back last year and for weeks on weeks they threw so many wrestlers at me who quit after losing to me. I started getting a reputation. Do you know who finally beat me? Amber. Has anyone talked about that except her in months? Exactly.

You defined yourself by a fucking trophy...I define myself by being a world champion without the fucking title.

And you earned that title. I'm not gonna take that away from you because that's not the kind of guy I am. You made a mistake. You underestimated Jarvis. You lost your belt. Instead of fucking owning up to it and proving that you are a fucking champion...you set your boy in your place.

And I ate him alive right in front of you.

Me and my team took his apart, because he follows your philosophy and that is that you don't need anyone right? The best part about it. He thought he actually hurt me.

I've survived Elisha's constantly beating on me back when he actually stabbed people instead of playing Jim Jones with L. Ron Hubbard syndrome. Cracka I will break your saltine ass into a million pieces.

Bitch I will beat you like you owe me money...

And in the words of our patron saint, Wesley “Mother fucking” Snipes...

I mean you've seen my work with addicts so far. Look at Dorian. Look at what I've done for him. He's focused. He's accepted his true self. He is fully recovering from his addiction.

And you have a problem Starr...

You're addicted to titles because that's what you think it's about. You think that the belt makes you invincible, but you're losing your grip and it's becoming hilarious. You've got talent, but you lack focus. And above all else...

You disrespected my federation with that shit with Payne.

Now. You can disrespect me. I'm use to that. I don't care one way or the other. You can talk shit about Jarvis. Hell. I'll fucking help you trashtalk that mother fucker because god knows you need the fucking help with your horrendous monologues that go absolutely fucking nowhere. You can talk shit about anyone else in the fed. Not my concern. But you bailed on a match you were booked for. People paid money to see you and you pass it off with the caffeine free version of your diet ass...

You will learn your lesson from this.

You have done something that quite a few have yet to do here. You've slightly agitated me. That means you're my new project. I'm going to bend you, break you, and remold you as an example...and the funny part is Starr. You're going to thank me for it later.

Because I'm gonna remake you.

I'm gonna twist you so much you're actually going to care what those fans think of you. I'm gonna make you so god damn happy go lucky with your sour ass face that everyone will swear you have perpetual mania.

I'm gonna make you better...

And I know one thing is bothering you. Why am I not getting a shot at the Impact Title? Why do you think? Because you bailed on a match? No. You aren't worthy. You haven't proved it. You haven't done shit to deserve it!

You thought your title was the second tier here...

You...were...gravely...mistaken!

I put those other three against me because this belt has, and always will, be the gateway to the world title because mother fucker there is no rougher competition than this level.

You thought you had done something for those past few months. No. You had it easy. Easy matches. Easy opponents. Hell. Last week you fought a tag team specialist in a singles match. What did that prove?

Nothing.

You're mad because you feel like you are being held back. Maybe you should learn to crawl before you fucking walk child.

Now I am not saying that I can fix everything with you. I mean I've got shit to work with and you can only grow so much from human feces with delusions of grandeur. I mean look at you, and look at me.

The sad part about all of this, is to a federation like CWF...I'm more important than you ever will be. You are not worthy of doing anything but curtain jerking right now and it's not because of your ability. Hell...We hired The Andersons.

Right now. You're below them on the totem pole, because you don't respect what we do. I don't really blame you for that though. Because you seem to be under the impression that you actually matter in the grand scheme of things.

Bitch...you aren't even a fucking guest starr...

I said I'd make you better and I will...not because I want to, but because it's what's best for CWF.

So don't take this personally, but your participation trophy days are about to get even more abusive. I'm gonna make you sick to your stomach every time you see a title. I'm gonna make you embarrassed, ashamed, and depressed every time you see it. Suicide will look better to you than a title match you arrogant choad!

Then...and only then maybe...you'll actually learn to be a real champion instead of a gold digger...

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA....

I sit here in my hotel room and I wait. I wait to hear news of his condition. How the fuck could I let this happen? It was glorious though son. I've never been more proud of someone. He came down to that ring decked out and ready to fight. Just like I knew he would. And then...I couldn't help him.

That's on me...

"You need to get your head out of your ass kid."Armstrong. He comes into the hotel room like he owns me. Sadly, in a way he does. "You really need to focus on what you're doing for us instead of..."

"I'm a wrestler. Not your personal bitch good sir."

"You're my bitch if I say you're my bitch. Besides, I got something else for you."He tosses me a file. I know this file. I know whose in this file. I look up at Armstrong and smirk.

"What do you want me to do? I've done this file for you. You know everything about this guy."

"Yet. Here we are. Something tells me he's going to get mixed up in all of this."

"If he does do you think it really matters to me what he does. As far as I am concerned..."

"I am not asking you for your opinion. I need you to do a job. If he shows up...handle it."

"Handle it how?"

"He needs to stay out of the equation as much as possible."I don't like what he is implying here. "Look on the last page...that's what he's been up to lately."

I breeze thru it. This could be bad. I know how much of a loose cannon this is going to be. After all...How can I forget this man of all people. I look up at Armstrong and I close the file.

"I'll keep him out of our plans, but you have to do something for me."

"You are in no position..."

"Then I will encourage this walking nightmare to rein hell upon this place and do it with joyous glee. You want to arrest me for what happened in Japan. Go. The. Fuck. Ahead!" Behind those shades I can feel the ice cold glare. I've been waiting for this. "I agreed to do what you wanted me to do and I did it. I did it because it's what you wanted and I'm keeping my end of the bargin. This. This is extra work I don't need to do. You want me to do it. You will help me out."

"What are you terms?"

"I want you to keep an eye on what's going on with Impackt. Just make sure he's taken care of...in a positive way. Not a dead way."

"This is tearing you up isn't it?"

"I originally asked Rish to book him in that match. Then this happens. I wasn't there to save him...So yes. I am taking it personally."

"What you should be worrying about is Starr...if he gets a chance at your title that could screw up our plans for who we need you to face."

"Leave that to me."I smirk as I walk to the window. It's so weird. No one knows who I am. They could take a picture of me and thanks to my disguise no one could know. I could kill this man and walk out of this hotel room...but I don't. Because I know who he'll send after my frands. This can't be done. I look over at the file. Sorry old frand, but I have to stop you. "Starr is not a problem...Starr is a solution to an issue. Elisha and his kool aid drinking klan have taken away a hero...I'll fix that the way no one expects."

"What?" I turn to face Agent Armstrong who I know, despite all the shit he's seen in his long life, just peed himself with fear a bit as I smiled. "How do you destroy an egomaniac? You make him humble. You make him appreciative. Above all else...you make him the hero...hehehehe...ahahahha...AHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAH!!! This is going to be glorious. I did with Dorian...I can do with a twinkling little pathetic...starr..."