Gold.
Is that what you want?
Why?
Just asking.
Why do you ask? Why do you even bother to ask at this point. Didn't you hear. I am not the IWF Champion anymore.
Because that's what you thought you wanted.
Story of my life.
Isn't that a band?
No. That's Story of the Year.
Oh yeah. How are they doing nowadays? I think they sang like a theme song or something.
Who the fuck cares? I am not the champion anymore. That should be the only topic of this discussion.
Besides how awesome you are?
What's that got to do with it?
Dan. The problem with you is that you only think about yourself.
And?
That is it. That is your problem.
How is that a problem? People, especially me, are supposed to think about themselves.
Really?
Uhhh yeah really...
Maybe that's why no one likes you...
What the fuck are you talking about? Everyone likes me. THEY LOVE ME!
Yeah. In your own twisted brain they do.
Fuck you. Everyone loves me dammit.
You've hit rock bottom. You lost the match. You lost your title. You lost it all. I bet you won't even have any dignity left when you leave tonight.
Shut up. I am still the best in IWF. The best ever even without the title. That title does not make me the best. I was and still am the best.
Sure. I agree with the part that holding the title does not necessarily mean you are the best. But maybe I disagree with your other statement.
Maybe I should slap you in the fucking face.
You have really lost it haven't you?
Yeah I lost the title. Nothing else. I'll let that joke of a man James Shark have it.
He beat you.
...
He took your title. He won.
And?
A couple of months ago you would have been livid. As a matter of fact you wouldn't even let that happen to you.
That was before. This is now.
Now you are dumb and washed up.
I'm done here.
No you aren't. You will never be done. Somewhere down the line you'll be knocked out again. Unless you change your ways-
FUCK OFF!
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Suddenly Dan's ears flooded with the voices of thousands. Dan opened his eyes. He looked up at James Shark. James Shark had his hands raised. The ref was standing right next to him holding one of his hands up. Dan looked at James' face. He had never seen James smile like that before. In his hand was the IWF Title. Dan realized he was laying on his back on the ground. He tried to get up but when he posted on his right arm it gave. He yelped a little. He forgot it was still hurt. He realized his left leg was burning. He was in bad shape. He heard people walking towards him across the canvas. They helped him up to his feet. He pushed them away and started limping. He fell and rolled out of the ring.
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You knew.
Knew what?
That you would lose tonight. Didn't you?
Why would I know that?
Because you didn't have it in you to win.
That's nonsense. I would never think that of myself.
But you knew it nonetheless. It had nothing to do with you're injury. It had everything to do with what's up there.
My mind? What do you mean?
You're not right in the head Dan. You've known this. You've known this since you were a kid.
Bullshit. How is there something wrong with me? I'm perfectly normal. In fact I am more succesful than most so how can I be retarded?
Oh you have no deficit in your capacity to think. What I am talking about is your psyche.
My what?
You have a personality disorder.
No I don't.
Dan, you are speaking to me remember?
So?
Don't you think that is a little strange?
No. Not really. I'm just talking to myself. Happens to everyone.
It's more than that and you know it. You are having a full on conversation with yourself.
Fuck your psychologist bullshit. You don't know anything.
There is way more than that. Haven't you ever considered your behavior?
My behavior? What's wrong with my behavior?
You are practically everything in the book. You have OCD.
Wait OCD? You are wrong already.
Think again. How many times did you polish that title when you had it?
Enough times.
And why did you have to wax that right corner in particular everynight because you believed that if you didn't you would lose it? So much so that you lost all confidence these past weeks because you couldn't do it right with your left hand because your right arm was injured.
I still call bullshit.
How about your narcissistic psychotic behavior? There's a ton of examples of that.
Oh yeah? Like what?
Do I really have to?
Yes, because I really don't know what you are talking about.
Well how about that time you accused Brandon Macdonald of being a drug addict.
He is a drug addict!
Well was...
Whatever...
Well it was the way you went about it. You attacked him as if he were a criminal at large or something when what he really needed was help.
I don't give a fuck. If he really isn't a druggie anymore then I am the one to thank.
You are pretty shallow too but that is another thing entirely. Now onto the following weeks after you lost your first title match. You made false records of Chuck Matthew's neck injuries...
Errm which turned out to be true...
Yeah weeks later.
So what? I guess I can add psychic to my resume now.
You went to court with the accusation of Shark being a sexual offender.
What? It's true.
He's black. It's going to be true.
And throughout all of this you managed to stalk and harrass Alison Williams.
How?! I never laid a hand on her!
She'll never let you. You've been a creep to her ever since you came to IWF. You should have just been normal and asked her out.
What is this? Dr. Phil?
No. I am actually helping you.
Oh...
Anyways probably the most alarming and disturbing example is what you have been doing this whole time.
What?
Well. You remember what you have been talking about don't you?
Talking about... I don't follow.
About the family. Your family.
...
The family you made up and write about all the time. You spend hours writing about them in your journal. You made up a story in the future where a film crew makes a documentary of you. You made up a wife. You made up a child.
...
That needs to stop Dan. You can't keep doing that.
I can if I want.
But it's not healthy. You can't just write about the life you want.
That's it. Fuck you. I'm not speaking to you anymore.
Dan. I'm trying to help you.
Nah nanannanana nah nah na blah blah
Dan. Stop it now. I'm trying to talk to you.
nah nah nah blah nah nah nah
Dan. Listen to me.
I can't hear you... nah nah blah bla na na na na na na blah blah na na na.
DAN!
na na blah I can't hear you nah nah nah.
WOAH WHAT THE FUCK!?!??!?!?
LISTEN TO ME DAN! YOU ARE NOT RIGHT! YOU ARE HEADED IN THE WRONG DIRECTION! YOU NEED TO CHANGE NOW!How? What is going on? What is this?
This is the end for you. Forever is over now...
Subject: Forever Is Over Now Part 1 
Sun Jul 31, 2011 1:12 am
