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

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...”

I toss and turn. I hear the laughter. It's my own laughter. No. Not that. No....

“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA...you blinked.”

My eyes open and I see the hall of mirrors. I'm naked and alone. I look at the mirrors and the figure standing there wearing my suit and mask. Everywhere I turn he's there.

“This is unacceptable! How could you flinch like that?! Look at me when I'm talking to you. All of me! You took this face and you promised. You fucking promised! You promised to make this face your own. Then the moment you were so close you got played by Dorian...”

“I'm sorry...I...”

“You bet your sweet ass you are sorry. You're pathetic! You're an idiot! How could you let this happen?! This isn't what is suppose to happen. You are the master of mind games and you let someone get inside of your head. He played you! They're all going to come after you now! You are no longer a threat! You have no power anymore! You've fucked up...frand...

“What must I do...”

“No mercy...”

With that the mask comes off and I see it. My fear made flesh. My nightmare made real. It's me...It's the real me...

...and all I hear is my laughter as the tears stream down my face...

I wake up in my bed. The coffin. I quickly push open the lid and sit up gasping for air. Cold sweats. How long have I been in there. I remember leaving the show. I remember spending some time with Mia and then...it's been a haze. I take a deep breath and put on a pair of pants. My hands are shaking. I go to check my phone...the one I gave the board. Ratings came in. Good stuff. Things are looking back to normal at least on that end. Everyone seems happy that I took myself out of title contention. They seem to be under the impression that this is predetermined. Good ol Rish...always finding marks to give you capital who have no idea about the product. A lot of questions about what's going on with the main. Who those other “me's” were.

...I swear I'm going to have to get a gimmick infringement lawsuit up and going.

And now here comes the bitching and moaning. You screwed Jace. How dare you. I have standards. Plus how would I know with his dick being the size of his humility. You know...two inches at it's hardest. I didn't screw Jace. I didn't screw anyone. The only person I screw is none of your business because, and this might shock you, no one cares about what I do outside of the ring.

Yeah...it's my job to book the shows.

You don't like my booking. Talk to me. Talk to me like a person. A fellow wrestler. Tell me why you are frustrated and maybe I might just listen. I've been there. That's the benefit here.

But you people don't care about doing things the smart way. You just want to bitch till you get what you want. So that's what we are going to do here.

People just complaining and throwing others under the bus. It's hard not to take what happened to Shad and Mia from “The Smoking Aces” to be a issue. However, I can't blame them. What's the point of being frands with people like us?

I mean look at you. You can't even look yourself in the mirror. You don't like yourself. You can't be with yourself. You don't know yourself. You...

I get a buzz on the phone. It's a message from Chloe. Hm...I guess I didn't hear it ring. I listen to the message.

“Hi, Taxi. It's Chloe. Please don't be mad at my Daddy. He was just trying to help. Need to talk if you can. Thanks, bye.”

Oh that sweet little child thinks I'm upset with her father. This isn't something I was prepared for. When Dorian did come in honestly I was terrified of Chloe. Children are often scared of what they don't understand. Hell, you could say the same thing about Jones and Style this week. I need to remedy this. It's probably the one thing I can do to fix something this week. I'll deal with it later. Right now. I have to get back into the saddle. I have to get back to being me.

I sigh as I stand up and go to the closet. I pull out the suit. It feels heavier. It feels like a vice. I put on the gloves and then the mask. It's time to do this...

“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA....”

Hellooooooo Smoking Shitbags!

So quick to turn your back on frands. Well well wellllll...

And I think you think you lucked out this week getting me and old Impact Champion boy right? You probably think, oh after that match they hate each other.

Wrongo.

See just like you two, Dorian and I have an understanding. We are a team first...champions second. You see, unlike you two, I don't need a belt to be a main eventer around here. I don't need anything to become an attraction.

Let's face facts. What really pisses you off...is you two aren't on my level. And one of you is a former CWF World Heavyweight Champion. Now tell me Duce...why do you think as a one timer I am more loved than you?

Because when push comes to shove I actually do something instead of try tricks to win?

I mean you say that you are champions, and yet...I don't see it. I mean. I can see you guys like...opening a card. Maybe. I mean you two a few months ago were top tier. You faced me, Shadow, and Dorian and you guys choked...but MJ didn't.

What's the difference?

The difference is. Deep down. You two are afraid.

And I know after last week me coming out and saying someone is afraid is funny right? You all saw it. I saw it. And you don't really understand what was so terrifying for me...I had a bad hair day. There. I said it. It's so hard to come clean about these things.

You see the problem with what I am afraid of is far different than you two. See. You lost the tag titles and you thought it's over, because it is. Let's face facts boys...you guys are like Billy and Tyler Anderson. Without those belts you kinda don't really matter. You don't have what it takes. No one can see you as anything but a tag team, but every single member of “The Foresaken” is main event level.

You two...are just lucky I haven't really taken an interest in that world title. Thankfully nothing has pushed me to that point yet. You guys like pushing buttons though. I can see it. You want to see just what the commish is going to do to you two.

Let me be quite clear, while I don't like the tactics...I understand it. I understand it because back in the day...I might have done the same thing.

And it wouldn't have gotten me to far.

You see right you feel safe, but in the back of your mind...you're facing two of the men who took you both out a while ago. One of them is a very angry monster who you two will have to take the punishment on, and then the other one is me...

Shadow is predictable to a point. Mia has some inexperience. Dorian has anger issues, and so with these three you can figure out some strategy.

What do I have in store for you?

What lesson are you both going to learn?

It's going to be something vicious, but no worries. I'll leave my position as your boss, at the moment, out of this. I have at least that much honor left. Should I though? I mean I could strip you both of the titles and book you two against each other for the rest of your lives if I wanted to.

I have you by the balls...

I just haven't squeezed yet.

Bare that in mind. What happens in the ring is just that, but if I happen to find out if you two are involved with some of the shit that's been going on around here...

There will be no mercy...

And you will know that every time...in the dark...when you are alone...

You will hear my laughter...

And it is the harbinger of your fucking doom!

Fin