Sick of it all.

August 9th 2011
Chris Matthew's Office

The door busts open. Dan Alexander walks in.

Chris
Dan? What are you doing here?

Dan walks up to Chris at his desk, but before Chris can stand up Dan grabs him by the throat

Chris
DAN!

Chris starts choking. He gets a hold of Dan's hand and tries to pry it open but can't. Dan lifts him up in a standing position against the wall. Chris looks in his eyes terrified. They were red and full of veins. He had shaved his hair down to half an inch. His beard was full and hung down his face. Chris tried to speak but no longer could. He was on the verge of fading away when Dan finally let go.

Chris sank to the floor. As he looked up he realized Dan was wearing his old wrestling gear. With the IWF logo on his tights he knew what that meant.

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August 11th 2011
House Show.

Chris
This piece of shit needs to go.

Chris looked at Dan. Dan stared at him with dead eyes. He hadn't shaved in weeks. He hadn't slept in days.

Chris
Jesus Dan. C'mon pull yourself together. You need to take care of this piece of shit but you look like shit right now!

Chris chuckled a little. Dan didn't move a muscle.

Chris
Okay. Well yeah. Deal with him.

Later.

In the ring TK Jones and Elijah Manns were having a match. The crowd is cheering for TK Jones when Dan's music cuts in. TK turns around to see Dan walking down the ramp. TK noticed the IWF logo on Dan's attire. Dan climbs in the ring. TK starts stomping on him. TK then runs and bounces off the ropes only to be met by slap to the face. The slap was so hard TK went down. Dan then stands over him. Elijah looks at Dan. Dan stars back. Elijah got out of the ring and hightails it. Dan turns back to TK who is slowly getting up. TK had to hold on to Dan's leg. Dan just stared at him. Then he grabbed his head and pulls him up. Dan looks into TK's eyes. Then suddenly he pulled his head down and delivered a stiff knee. TK falls to the floor seperated from his senses. Dan just stands there and looks at his victim emotionless.

Backstage.

Chris
Thanks for taking care of business long at last.

Dan looked back at him.

Chris
What made you change your mind? To do this again?

Dan stared back at him. Dan heard him. He knew what the question implied, but what went on in his brain was something totally different. The voice was now gone but in it's place was order. Order that he had never experienced before in his life. He no longer had to second guess. It wasn't 'like'. It wasn't 'as'. It was 'is'. And right now the sound of Chris' voice was annoying him. He wondered if he should slap him. He imagined himself doing so. Just how frail Chris was. He would probably fall to the ground in a heap of bone and flesh. His jaw would probably be broken. It would be very satisfying.

Chris looked at Dan's arm.

Chris
So it's healed?

Dan looks at him.

Chris
Your arm. Looks good.

Dan wondered whether Chris had ever suffered such an injury. More importantly how would Chris react? Chris was supposed to be a man of discipline, but what he cry like a bitch under the right circumstances? What was his limit? What was his breaking point?

Chris
Okay... so. Now that you are back to your winning ways what are you going to do against Carmine this week?

Dan
Carmine...

Chris
....Yeah Carmine. He's a vet from NLWF and a lot of other promotions.

Carmine. How interesting. A man who has lost so much. Almost lost it all at one point. He had heard of NLWF and how it was taken from him. Dan wondered whether a man of such failure would still care if he lost a wrestling match.

Chris
You got your hands full for sure this week.

Dan turns around and walks away. Chris looks on with a worried expression on his face.

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August 8th, 2011

Knock on door.

Dan gets up. Walks over and opens it. Chris Matthews stands there. Mad.

Chris
WTF! Where were you? You were supposed to be at the show...

Chris looks behind Dan. His house was a mess.

Chris
What happened here?

Dan
Where?

Chris walks past Dan.

Chris
Here. Is this usually how you keep your place? You need to clean this place up bro.

Dan
Yeah. I'll get to it.

Dan closes the door behind him while Chris surveys the damage. He takes a gulp out of the beer he has been holding. Chris notices it.

Chris
A beer?

Dan
Yeah. You want one?

Chris
In the morning? What the fuck are you doing?

Dan
Having a fucking beer. Get off my case.

Chris goes over to Dan.

Chris
Give me that.

He knocks the beer out of Dan's hand.

Dan
YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Dan swings wildly at Chris but he ducks under it. Chris then grabs Dan and goes for the Iron Cross. Dan stupidly tries to fight it off. The struggle leads them down the hallway. Dan slams Chris against the walls trying to make him let go of the submission. They both trip over a fallen over stand. Dan lands on top and starts pummeling on Chris. Chris covers up but gets hit directly a couple of times.

Chris
DAN! WHAT THE FUCK?! STOP!

Dan wailed on Chris some more until he got a hold of himself and stopped. Dan got up panting and out of breath. Chris was recovering on the floor.

Chris
You're a crazy motherfucker. What the fuck was that?

Dan
Get the fuck out of my house!

Chris
Fine.

Chris gets up and brushes himself off. He starts to walk to the door. Before he exits he turns around.

Chris
You know what. You're fired. You're fucking fired. You hear me?

With that Chris shut the door behind him. Dan stood there in disbelief. Dan stood there in a mess. A mess that was his life. This was a mess he could not fix.

Later that Night

Thoughts were running through his head like wildfire. He had no where to go. Everything was ruined. Both his career and his personal life were in shambles. Just like that everything he had worked for was gone. Just a few weeks ago he was flying high with the IWF Title and ruling the IWF Universe. He had the most expensive clothes. The most expensive cars. But most importantly he was sure of himself. He was confident that he was headed in the right direction. That he had made it. But he had a rude awakening. Did he ever. First he suffered an unecessary injury to his arm all thanks to both Corey Casey and Shadow Demon. Because of their own personal agenda's against each other it had cost Dan the match and his health. This put him out of action for a week. Then eventually he had to face Shark at Heroes Also Die. Because of his injury Shark gained the victory. And because of that match Dan had suffered another injury to his leg. This put him out of action for weeks until Hawk felt the need endanger him again by putting him in a match against Apollos while he was still injured. It seemed like everyone was out to get him. The fans. The other IWF superstars. Everyone. And it wasn't fun anymore. He thought about all the run ins he had over the past few months beginning with Brandon Macdonald and Alison Williams to the more recent Shadow Demon and Shark. He was willing to set that aside. He was ready to forget all about it. He was going to forget the past. Instead of dwelling about all of this he decided he needed to refocus on his priority of becoming the best in IWF again. This time he would make no mistakes. He would not dwell on silly and pointless games of he said or she said. Instead he would make it a point of his to make sure they would and could not do so by proving that no one could ever compete with him.

He got up from his pit of shame in disgust. He walked over to his closet still a little hungover. He rummaged until he found what he was looking for.

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Carmine. Welcome to IWF. I'd personally like to welcome you to this great fed of ours. No this isn't a trap. I'm sure everyone here welcomes you also. And don't worry. No one is going to take this place from you. Yes I am aware of what happened to you in NLWF. But that's beside the point. I want to talk to you about our match this week.

Frankly I am honored to be facing a man as well traveled as you are. What? Can't I be a little impressed? Don't be ashamed. Don't hide away from all your accolades. Honestly I am very impressed with what you have accomplished in your career. Bravo Mr. Vestieri bravo. Former NLCW Undisputed Champion. Very nice.

Now I know your expecting me to play along with your little game here. The one everyone else plays, but I have to warn you I don't come here to 'play'. You see while you like to comment on my abilities and my achievments you don't seem too impressed. That's fine with me. Did I win the title too early? Maybe? Did I win it from the best champion? Probably not. Did I defend it well? No. Did I even earn it? Meh.

So after all that said I myself am not surprised why you aren't impressed with me. After all what's a leopard compared to a lion? Lion: The king of the jungle or so they say. You certainly carry the same charisma as one. You are all anyone talks about now. You even caught the eye of Mr. Corey Casey. Hey, maybe he'll invite you to be a member of his next stable. I always enjoy the little clubs he puts together. Good old Corey Casey, always helping out and being a mentor to those who need it most.

Even after admitting that I wasn't the best champion I also have to admit that I have done poorly in the last few weeks. Hell I haven't even had a match since last week. All because of an arm and leg injury I had sustained. Which brings up another point you failed to touch on. Why am I even employed? Shouldn't I have been fired by now after being such a failure? Wow I am really impressing you aren't I?

Like I said I don't play this game. I don't feel the need to explain myself to anyone anymore. I used to play this game. Back when I was a failure of a person and a champion. Oh yeah. Everyweek I had something to say about myself. Everyday I had to tell people why I was the champion. Why I was the best in IWF. But not anymore. No more of that. I grew Sick Of It.

So now I would just like to tell you what I WANT to do. What I WILL do. And what WILL happen to you this weekend once the bell rings. First I am going to punch you square in the face. I always love that don't you? Simple but dependable. You'll probably reel back in shock and a little pain. I'll come after you of course. With maybe some more punches. Why not give you more of the same? I always believed that if something is working well why change it? But of course you want variety. People want variety. So maybe I'll strike you in the gut. That sometimes hurts more than the face. Then maybe some chops to the chest? How about some actual moves now? For the fans. They need some entertainment. I'll throw you to the ground. There you will lay helpless. And I advise you to not fight back once your there. So as not to make it more than it has to be. I'll stomp on your face with the flat of my boot. I'll give you maybe three for the price of one. By the way your nose may be bleeding after that wont it? You have a big nose by the way. I'll kick you sharp in the back if you roll on your stomach. Then I'll have to pick you up because no one wants to see me just muck you up all day. That would be boring. You're a veteran though so you'd know that. Anyways after picking your ass up from the ground I'll give you slap. Just to wake you up. Kick to the gut perhaps? You okay with that? Of course you are. Doubled over I'll probably plant you with a DDT. A VERY overused but successful move. By then your head will be hurtin. You'd best take some Tylenols when you get home. But the show ain't over yet. OH how about a nice armbar? I'll tell you a secret! It's my FAVORITE MOVE. And I am REALLY good at it. How about you don't tap? Don't tap please. I wan't to break your fucking arm off. You know what? I had a broken arm. It hurt like hell, but since I have experience I can help you after the match? WHADYA SAY PAL? And after your arm is broken I'd like to stand you back up. Because your legs are still working. Then I'll suplex you. I'll pick up the pace. Fan's get bored sometimes. Fucking kids these days. Anyways I'll kick you in the back cause I can. Then maybe I'll go to the top of the turnbuckle cause I feel like it and land on you chest with a wicked elbow drop. OUCH! Let me tell you know that WILL hurt!. Then I'll let you stand up by yourself. Ya know, to show what's left of your dignity. People love a man of courage and honor. They'll LOVE YOU! They'll SCREAM FOR YOU! Then they will GASP FOR YOU and HURT FOR YOU once I kick you in the FUCKING FACE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I call in the polite referee. 1... 2.. 3. It's over. But there's no rest for the weary you see. I roll out of the ring. And I grab myself a steel chair. Then I come back to check if you are alright. Because that is the kind of man I am. I'll probably even help you up albeit some slaps to the face while I call you a bitch and degrade you in front of everyone. BLAMO. I'll run at you with the steel chair and hit you on the forehead for all I am worth. And if you ARE correct that's not much at all. So you could take it right? Right? Not so sure of yourself anymore? Why is that? I'll save that question for later because it's still not over. I'll pick you up again because your too pathetic to get up on your own at this point. Then I'll knee you on the head as hard as I can. You'll go falling down back to Earth without even knowing it. I'll stand above your broken body looking at your stupid little face. Then I'll think to myself what a job well done. I'll be sure to thank you for the match and praise you for your own performance. Except it probably won't come out that way. I'll probably put it differently that night. In fact this whole match may turn out a little differently then what I told you. Maybe I'll break your leg too. How about that? Just a little warning for you. After getting bored I'll take what I have earned and what you have lost which is the victory and walk up the ramp till next time. There will be a next time right? Of course silly goose.

So welcome to IWF Carmine. I hope you enjoy your fucking stay.