~So don't cry to me ohhh baby. Your future is in a Oblong Box!~

Most frands won't understand what I am doing, but even I don't understand myself...

It all started about a week ago. I arrived in the midst of chaos and I didn't cause it. This was somewhat off putting. I had hoped this week to move into an office at CWF headquarters and start working with Rish to help him thru what he was going thru. Woe and behold, I'm brought in earlier. I'm brought in because there is no one else on the booking committee left. Elisha and company are gone, and so is Rishel. I look up at the portrait painting of the Rishel family. They look so happy in that portrait. A picture is worth a thousand words...I hope they are all okay. I walk into the office and immediately I am bombarded by people. People I don't know. These aren't wrestlers...these are suits. I gulp and continue in.

“Please! Calm down. I have been talking to the police all morning. We've not heard any demands. As it stands right now until I talk to the board we are canceling this week's show and figuring out what to do. I know some of you don't know me and the mask is a bit disconcerting, but trust me on this...I'm not here to set up shop and disrupt everything. Everyone's job is safe. No one's getting fired. Okay. Now can someone show me to the boardroom I know I've got people to talk to.”

One of the office people, Trish I think was her name, takes me to the board room. There I walk in and I see five or six angry people. They are not happy to see me. I wear a suit to, but mine is meant for my in ring psychology. No one really knows how to fight a guy in a tuxedo. It isn't “normal” attire. They don't know how to grip it so they tend to overcompensate, plus wearing a silk shirt underneath if they grab the jacket makes it easy for me to slip away. This tactic doesn't work well. I'm starting to sweat my makeup off under this mask. Burlap. Why did it have to be burlap?

“Mr...look. I'm going to be frank. What the hell do we call you?”

“Well Frank...um...you can call me Ataxia. No mister please. I'm quite informal...which you guys and gals may not be to um...use to.”

“This is a farce. I say we shut down the company now and start selling stuff off.”

“I told you Johnson we can't do that. We don't know what's going on with Rishel yet, for all we know the kidnappers might ask for the company so we can't file anything yet.”

“Umm...”

“Then what do you suggest we do? We've got no one who knows what to do with this. Maybe we could get Sunset to show back up if he's done thinking his grimace!” I try not to laugh. That was gonna be one of my jokes against Eclipse. “I mean who do we have...besides him!”

They gesture to me. I don't blame them. I wouldn't trust me with this company. I only did this to help Rishel. To give him an out to make a defense. That was my plan. Help him with the Oreos. Help him find Jaiden. Then I was going to leave. There you have it. My master plan...all thrown to shit.

“Well...Ataxia. It seems like for now since Rish did sign the documents to make you offically the commissioner...you are in charge of the show. So what are you doing?” I bite my lip and close my eyes for a moment. A voice in the back of my head starts to speak...Just take it slow...right.

“For starters, we are canceling the card right now and moving it to next week. This is to give people time to figure out if they want to stick with the company or not. I have heard that our world champion has turned in her resignation and the title is here. So here is what we are going to do...a tournament. Andy Murray will still face the winner at his appointed time. That is not being changed. As far as the booking goes...I have a plan, but I want you all to know that this is the best that I can do with what we have. Despite my distaste for Elisha. His team and mine were a focal point for the pay per view. So we're scrapping plans for now on that match until they crawl out of their hole...Here is the card...”

I tell them my plan. Some agree, and others don't like it, but they can't come up with anything better. I pray this will work. I have to keep this place alive. I have to save CWF and to do that...I'm going to have to hurt myself. A lot.

“Sir...Shadow is calling you on line two.”

“Oh de joy...let him on...”

He's found out about the card and he's pissed. I'm going to play it off like I don't know. At least this way he won't be worried about me.

“I am going to kill you, man!”

“But boo boo...you gotta buy me dinner first! HAI FRAND!”

“What match?...The bra and panties one?” “The qualifier for End Games?”

“What qualifier?”

“ What do you mean what qualifier?” “I mean what mother fucking qualifier?”I grin. This is going to be the only fun I have all week...

“You, me, Mia and King!” “Ohhhh..that qualifier...for a second I thought it was a slightly downgraded orgy. Look. I have to fill the world title as soon as possible to keep CWF open, but I can't shoot the card in the foot. All four champions are in this match. Me, you, Mia, and King...”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” “Frand...I have to do this! Whomever wins this match is going to move up, but that free's up at least two titles for the card to keep the fans interested in a two hour show! It can't all be qualifiers that night. Those are dead shows. People will only tune in for that last match, but for the tag titles, the paramount, or the impact then we are good...I promise...I know what I am doing. Trust me...”

“You are nuts, you know that?”

He hangs up, but I hear him laugh as he does. He'll understand it. Jarvis won't. Jarvis will think I'm trying to fuck him over. And I am. Because I know Jarvis King. The Paramount of Part Timers. He thinks he's world championship material then he's going to fucking prove it. He's bitching about his belt missing. Well...I'll just get it back from him. I call Trish to tell her to set up a meeting with Jace. I got a feeling I need to discuss things with the hothead. The problem isn't Jarvis though...the problem...is Mia. What do I do here? I decide right then and there to finish up my work. People will bitch and complain about their matches. Why did I book Eric Dane against a new comer? Why did I book Jace versus Dorian? Am I attacking former foes with people I know who can get the job done? What game am I playing. The answer is something that even they don't understand...

I'm doing this for them...I'm keeping this place alive...even if I have to kill myself to do it. I just hope Mia understands. All of this I am doing for us. I have to keep this home alive. I can't lose it again. I can't lose myself again. I have to get her to understand that. I send her a text. We need to talk...I hope she's ready for what I am about to do...

This is the part where I normally have no problems.

Trashtalk is easy compared to running a company, but you know all about that Jarvis. I know you are upset, but I have to test you. No offense, but you like to take your ball and run when you don't get your way. I know that. If you can make it thru this match I know we are in good hands. If not...I know the other two quite well.

As for me...am I going for the world title...

Yes I am!

And before anyone says that's not fair. Life isn't fucking fair! A man has been kidnapped with his family and right now the best person to hold this place together is me because none of you mother fuckers would step up! This is some harsh fucking shit right here. I'm in charge, but I am also a competitor here. If all of the titles aren't defended on our next pay per view we're going to have lackluster ratings. And for those of you with big egos...that means we shut down.

Not on my fucking watch.

Then again we could just ask Jarvis to do it right? He's qualified! Yeah. Fuck that guy! No seriously! Fuck you! You part timing run away ass is probably gonna pitch a bitch fit about this and bail. Just like every other time.

Because the one thing I know about Jarvis King is when the going gets tough his ass is outta here...

Unless you think you can prove me wrong. Right now you got the Paramount Title and I got the Impact Title. Those belts are the stepping stones to the World Title. So why shouldn't you, I, and the tag team champs be the favorite spot?

Why shouldn't we put all the cards on the table in the first huge card since Rish is gone?

Because you're scared you're going to get your ass kicked by one of the weirdos and you'll be back to curtain jerking where your over paid egocentric shitbag of a personality belongs Jarvis.

Oh and one more thing...I'd tell you to go fuck yourself, but even you have standards!

So now without further adieu...I gotta come clean about a few things.

In any other situation I would be happy to fight both of you.

Things were so much simpler till last week.

Shadow is going to look at this rationally and know that I can't do this. I can't win the world title, be The Impact Champion, and in charge...He's going to want to help me by taking one of these burdens. He's a good friend and he'd make a fine world champion because he knows what it's like to fight under pressure. The pressure of having all of this with "The Oreos" done for a while must have lifted your spirit friend...and I know you want to help me...but you are wrong.

Then we have Mia. My lovely Mia. Who wants to be on my level. Who doesn't want me to carry this alone. Who knows that I will put business before our relationship on the shows because I have to...She would also make a fine world champion, but is she ready? Is she stable? Are any of us...

See here's the thing that everyone seems to forget about me.

I am not the champion that anyone wants...I'm the one you've got!

People...I'm only saying this here and on the show. You got a problem with how I do things...You got a problem with me...You don't like what I book you in. Suck it up and deal! This is CWF! This isn't easy. It never was. Some of you have been treated like kings without earning it! Some of you come here thinking that you're going to rule all of this! Some of you hold grudges and think that now is the time to strike! You think we are weak! And worst of all...you think I am a joke.

Allow me to teach you the Tao of "The Messiah Pariah"...

"Even if I lose...I still win!"

I will not give one inch. If you want something of mine. Come and fucking take it. My office is the ring...

And it's always open!

She looks like she's had a rough day. I thought mine was rough, but I can't imagine what is going thru her mind right now. I hope she can understand why I booked her in the match...

“Now Mia, I know what’s been going through your head, thank you for coming out, there’s something I need to…”

“You’re breaking up with me aren’t you? What did I do? Could I do anything better, to.. Maybe to make it up to you?”

Huh? What the...Oh no...

“Break? Wha? NO! Mia, NO!”I reach down and grab her. Lifting her up and kissing her. “There is nothing in this life or the next that you or any of your voices could do to chase me away. I sincerely apologize if you thought that. Please know that no matter what, I will always be with you. You trust me right, you trust me to be here for you Mia? Look at me…”

I lead her to our “spot” and I let her calm down for a minute while I...well I'm dealing with butterflies to it seems.

“I called you here because I think it’s time that I trust you with something that will show you just how much you mean to me, no matter what may happen beyond this moment right now. That’s why I called you out to YOUR spot. This is a place you’re supposed to feel safe and secure; and I want you to have that feeling here and when you’re with me. I…” Fuck it! I've carried this damn thing for so long. It's time for me to do something for me. Not for the mask. Not for CWF. I can think of no other way to show her how much she means to me. I tear at the mask straps and strings and I pull it off. There I stand. Clothed, but naked as she looks at me. We kiss. She pins me and I return the gesture. This is going so fast...

“Thank you. You mean the world to me, I hope you realize this. No matter what, as long as I have you at the end of the day, everything else is secon…”

I would describe to you what else happened...but that would be telling...and I am not telling anyone anything after all...I'm a gentleman...

Fin