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

Hai new frand...

This is the part where I try to mess with the new guy right? I would, but that would imply that you were actually a god damn threat to me. This shit is growing tiresome to someone of my caliber. Oh wait...This is just what Stewart ordered right?

Who you gonna call? Egobusters! Doo dooo dooo dooo...

Heh...Dodoo. I guess I should be mature about this shit, but there is nothing to be mature about these fucking things is there. Because of this shit is fucking juvenile isn't it? We trashtalk each other. We try to puff up in front of each other like peacocks and then...

The match happens. In that very ring there will be posturing and posing. Then the bell rings. Then in that moment Dan Ryan floats away. Dan Ryan comes face to face with something he hasn't faced before. Dan Ryan gets to look into my eyes. Then all the thoughts in his head start to play out. No matter what this egotistical former owner fucking says he's gonna wonder...is it true?

Is this guy really as fucking crazy as they say he is?

Is it an act? Is he really this nuts? After everything I've seen in the past few weeks and anything else that he's gotten ahold of to try and form a strategy to beat my ass...

Can I predict what he's going to do. Well...Spoiler alert.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Play it off. Play mind games. I'm just gonna bite your damn face off!

You're the fucking warm up match to the god damn true match that everyone wants to fucking see. You are so out of place it aint even funny. You're the dark horse in this match, but in reality you're just a jackass in disguise. Three out of the four wrestlers in this are Foresaken. It was suppose to be four in this, but you happen to just barely...barely...fucking get past Zach.

That deserves my praise, but my praise only goes about as far as a fucking god damn thrust from a eunich into a willing whores pleasure hole.

I get it. You want to make a name for yourself. You want to win that world title. I understand. I understand better than anyone. Back in the day I get thrown into a match with a man named Elisha and he beat me within an inch of my fucking life. Coughing up blood to the ring kinda shit. The next week after that match I get told I get feed to big man Cain.

World Title Match.

No one. No one bet on me. No one thought I would win. No one thought I could take his attacks. His beating. And I won.

I won...and ever since then everyone has been trying to take that moment from me!

Everyone has keep saying it was a fluke. It was a joke. No one is going to ever give you a shot again! And truth be told the biggest speaker of that...was me.

Look at me! Take a good fucking god damn mother fucking look at me! I'm a fucking freak! I'm not a god damn role model! I'm not a fucking hero! I'm a god damn bag wearing weirdo who fucking hates my god damn life because I don't understand people. I wear a fucking mask to hide who I am because who I am under this mask is more god damn fucking dangerous than the persona I wear, or at least I was till I lost my god damn mind! My fucking mind! I'm even more unhinged than ever, but I know one thing will help! With every match I've had that I am starting to remember more from the months that I lost.

So let me make this fucking clear Dan.

I'm gonna fuck you up till you say yes daddy!

I'm gonna make you hard from every god damn fucking punch that I hit your damn face!

You're gonna cum from every fucking ER Stat!

Orgasm from every Reckoning!

I'm gonna beat you so god damn bad I'm gonna change your sexual preference sunshine and you're welcome because at least if I do that I might give you a fucking personality! What the fuck is this! God damn Diet Caffine Free Crystal KC3 Shit standing here! Really?! How many fucking wannabe shit talkers gonna come in here and attempt to try and talk shit about me! Go ahead! Say something no one hasn't already said about me!

That I'm a freak! Horrible Commish! Come on! Hit me with every fucking thing you got because I've already won this! No one hates Ataxia...more than me! No one hates being this way more than me! No one hates me more than me!

So go ahead Dan! Hit me bitch! Come on!

I look at you and I see a bitch who isnt' gratful for what he has earned so he wants to take that which he truly hasn't earned. Oh you got thru so many mother fuckers, but this is where the truth comes out! You aint got fucking shit mother fucker! You come in here acting like you got a god damn fucking superstar. Reminds me of someone who ducked my ass back when he had this great idea that he was the shit.

Some Great Dane bitch.

And where the fuck are they? Where are those guys? They ran because they couldn't fucking god damn cut it and here comes another new guy who isn't gonna stick around. Not happening. This is my fucking home bitch! This is my federation! This is my god damn life! You want to make it! I am the line...

I am the Rubicon.

You aren't crossing me mother fucker!

Mark this. I want that title! I want it for me! It's the only fucking selfish thing I have done since coming back here! I gave! Oh how I gave! I let others get in front of me because it was best for business. I took a step back in my career to help keep this place going. What is my reward? What is my justice?

To lose part of my life...

To lose the love of my life...

To not even remember my life...

So understand me. I don't give a good god damn what your reasons are. I don't give a flying fuck what everyone's god damn plans are.

I want that title...but I want it to stay CWF.

And that aint you. Not yet.

So as much as I want this title Dan...the only way you are getting it...is over my knocked out body.

I want you to hit me with every fucking god damn thing you got Dan! I want you to dig deep into the bowels of your soul and unload all the hate, anger, frustration, small dick jokes, std infections, and everything in your life that pissed you off. I want it all to hit me! Then when I take that hit! When I take your penultimate shot...and I turn around and laugh at you...

That's the day...we all meet the real Dan Ryan. Szu said it best. Feed a man, cloth a man, be a friend to that man for years and then one day. Take his ass and hold him to the volcano's edge...and on that day...you will meet the real man.

Let's meet the real you shall we?

I'll bring the fucking marshmallows!

Dude Job. A name that was once a joke in the industry until you faced him in the ring. Gone was the tie dye outfits and the bad puns, and instead wearing this white suit like he was a reject from Miami Vice. Stewart smiled to himself looking at this man who use to be a threat to him standing in his office as an ally.

“So...How do you think it's going?”Stewart asked DJ who cocks an eyebrow at him. He snorts with laughter. “Oh...such a riveting retort.”

“This is the dumbest plan I've been a part of, and I use to be in the CIA. Dumb plans are kind of our thing.”

“You exaggerate so much since your upgrade my friend.”With lightning fast moves DJ had his gun out and pointed right at Stewart's head. “Did I hit a nerve?”

“We aren't friends...”

“Definitely fucking noted.”Stewart says as DJ puts the gun away. These two men hate each other. A falling out after Boardwalk Wrestling ended that has never truly been resolved. DJ never really trusted Stewart as a bearer of the Ataxia mask. The two only got in contact a year or so ago when DJ came back into Stewart's circle to get his back fixed. A spine broken by one Sebastian Steel, nephew to Trent Steel, DJ did not like owing favors to Stewart. And Stewart relished it. “So tell me associate. How goes the plan.”

“Your shitty ass plan is a go for now, but I think you're overstepping your bounds. You got no real way to keep this up. You know as well as I do that it isn't a hundred percent effective.”

“It did wonders for your...cult of personalities didn't it?”

“One success out of ninety nine psychosis is not exactly a success rate.”

“Have a little faith. Our boy is after all...one in a million.”

“So when this does go bad...”Stewart sighs as DJ was giving him his I told you so already. “What are you going to do?”

“This is going to work. It has to work. For both of our sakes...you better pray it works.”

“I don't pray to God since he took my family Stewart. You better start praying he doesn't start noticing your...”DJ stops himself. Stewart had his hand on his phone. Open to an application that DJ knew all to well. DJ nodded. “Sorry...I went to far there.”

“Good to know you got a little bit of God damn sense there son...”

“So...how do you want to do this?”

“We shall see how it fares. Then when it's least expected...We're going to unleash hell.”With that the two men parted. One on a mission of guilt and another on a mission of purpose. The question was...which man was which?

Cheshire.

Loki.

Mia?

Pudding Tane...doesn't matter to me because it's all the same.

The question is can I face you? Can I face someone that I cared so much for. I say cared for because all I get is a few feelings. All I get is a sense of that I use to be with you. I know that we mean a lot to each other, but it's a fog. It's not fair. It's not fair at all. It hurts! This would be hell for me...

But I am not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

I know you didn't do anything to deserve this. Maybe if I had focused on the titles instead of the office you would have been left alone. I have watched what happened in videos. It's my fault. I know that. I bare that, and if we have to face each other...I'm doing this because I care.

I'm doing this because deep down I do care a lot about you and you are in no condition to hold that title. I know. It's the pot calling the kettle black. I know. I know there is a link here but I can't remember what the fuck it is.

This is agony, but maybe after all of this is over we can find the ecstasy again.

We are people who need each other Mia. Something about us just calls to each other. I want to help you, but I can't even help myself. How can I care for you if I can't care for myself? How can I do anything right anymore?

This is why I should stay away from people. Maybe. Maybe I should just be left alone.

Maybe it's just best if we don't see each other after this match till we get our heads on straight, but that feels even wrong.

I miss your hand in mine.

Your hand.

Not Loki! Not Cheshire! I miss you!

I miss me!

I miss everything! Outside of winning the world title the first time you were the most god damn important thing to me and I want that back! And I'm going to get it back!

But to do that I have to help you! I have to get you back to who you were! I have to save you! To do that I have to save myself and that means I have to get that title around my waist. So I am sorry my love.

My darling...

My girl.

How I wish...I just wish....I...Why?

Why can't I ever do anything right?

Ahahah...ahahha...a huh...ahuahuahauahaua...

Ataxia waits at the arena. He sighs as he laces up his mask. He reaches over to his gym bag and in it is a file labeled “Shadow”. He opens it up. In it is history on Shadow. His past. Things Ataxia could use to tear his friend apart. Ataxia looks at the file and then holds up a lighter.

“No...I don't need this to beat you.”Ataxia sets the file on fire. “Because to beat you I just have to want it more...and you know that I do frand...”

I don't want to do this.

I have to do this and you know it. You know why I need this. I just wish it wasn't you. It was hard enough facing Dorian, but to be honest I hope it's you. I can't stand the thought of beating Mia...I know she's not Mia but...You know I...

Can we just go back to where it use to be?

Can we just not be in this position?

When did it all go wrong? Zach's taking a break, Mia's gone...You and I can possibly fight each other. I don't want this to get personal.

I don't wanna lose my bast frand...

But I have to do this. You see, before you met me I did some bad things. In CWF I went bad for a while, but it was an act. I knew it. The front office knew it. The audience didn't. I stayed away from the world title because well...they couldn't build a company on me. You kind of have it easy Shad. The one thing about you that I can't stand. You could not be a freak if you tried.

It'd be easy for you.

Because to me there is nothing wrong with you. To me you are perfect. A good man with good intentions. Always trying to be the hero even though the world rejected you. Nothing you do is as bad as the crime done to you. A crime by the way...I'm not going to bring up.

I could.

I thought about it. I thought about it since this was mentioned because I knew...deep down...to get what I need.

I'd have to go thru hell.

My dream to become a nightmare.

Except the devil isn't Stewart...it's me.

You see I could stop myself. I could just say...no...he's good enough. He deserves it! He's earned it! And I'm right and you know it! You are a world champion! You deserve this and more because only I care more for CWF than you do...

And yet...Part of me wonders Shad...

Am I good enough anymore? Am I really just a flash in the pan? Am I a fluke?

Or am I really "The Messiah Pariah". I don't know what happened to me. Everything is a blur. Everything is a pain in the ass. Everything sucks. The only thing that makes sense in my head is get the title. Prove to yourself who you are. Prove that you are as good as you say you are. There are no mind games here. Because against you I know they don't work.

So here is the truth...

I'm scared.

I'm scared of everything. I'm scared I won't get Mia back. I'm scared I'll drive everyone away. I'm scared I'll piss off the fans. I'm scared Mike Rolash might try to touch my no no spot...

Most of all...

I'm scared of me. Because I do remember one thing...

One thing keeps pounding into my head. Every moment of every day. Who I use to be. Who I was before I cared. The laughter haunts me. You want to know the secret as to why I'm always laughing Shad...It's because it never stops in my head. I want it to stop. I want it to stop ringing. I just want it to stop.

So to stop it...I have to go thru you.

I'm sorry frand...but your reckoning as come...forgive me...please?

...I don't deserve a frand like you...or anyone else...but please...don't...don't hate me for this...

This isn't funny anymore.

Fin