Blue eyes crying in the rain.

Lee wasn't in a good mood. He just got off the phone with Melody, the girl who liked to play with his mind. She would pretend, well he guessed it wasn't really pretending when she would call him up in the afternoon and ask him how he's doing. He just didn't like being treated like the friend. He didn't really like it. He wanted to be a friends with benefits, but instead he got a friend with bitchyness. Yes, she'd call up and bitch at him about the guy who apparently wasn't her boyfriend. How horrible it was. Lee didn't give a damn about that. He was at the point where whenever she would mention him he would tell her to shut up. Why would he care about some other guy. That was the least of his troubles.

All day at work he'd get bitched at by old ladies. He worked at a grocery store and he'd be packing groceries. He'd get bitched at because the bags were too heavy. He'd get bitched at because he was too slow. It was ridiculous. He didn't want to listen to more bitching by another bitch. I mean she didn't even put out and he had to listen to blab about her schooling. How it was hard, how the teacher sucked. It was really really annoying. I mean he just wanted to get his dick wet. No, he couldn't tell her that. She'd get mad. Lee liked this girl but fucking hated her at the same time. He finally decided that he had enough of this. He said he had to go. She said no. What the hell was this shit? He can't go? Fuck her. He hung up. Even when he wasn't sick his life sucked.

Lee just hung up on her. The phone started to ring. He unplugged it and then went on the internet. He knew it was only her calling. If It wasn't, it was his mom and she'd leave him a message so she really couldn't do anything about getting him back on the phone. He went on the computer to watch some wrestling. After listening to her blab her mouth off, he needed something to get his mind off it. He went on youtube and did a search. He wanted to find a death match, so he looked up IWA Mid South King of the Death Matches and found some twisted wrestling. They were beating each other with light tubes. What he'd do to hit Melody in the head with a light tube. Make her bleed. Make her cry.

After a watching that for a little bit, he started to watch some more wrestling. This is when there was a knock at the door. Lee knew it wasn't Melody, because she wouldn't just show up unannounced. It was his friend Johnny. He thought that Johnny was a cool guy. He knew him ever since he was a little kid. They both lived in the same apartment building. Lee lived at the bottom floor. His friend Johnny lived at the top of the building, along with his friend who he used to play Magic Cards with, Roy.

He answered the door. He told him to take his shoes off at the door. His door mat said "GO AWAY", which he found funny when he heard Raven talk about it on a shoot interview. His friend came in and asked him if he could go on his computer. He said yes. He knew if he let him use the computer, he'd smoke him on a joint, or if he was feeling really nice maybe a blunt. Lee loved blunts. They tasted so good and smelled good. He loved pot. This was a time when he could smoke. It was before he got sick. He loved it. Come home from a long day at work, smoke a blunt or two and then go to bed. It was the life for him.


***

Lee remembered the good old days of wrestling. It wasn't the same as we see now on television. These days we see main guys taking on main guys in the ring. Back then it was a main wrestler going up against someone you have never seen before. It usually ended with the main guy kicking the crap out of the guy no one has ever heard of. That's what he missed. He liked to see The Undertaker beat the shit out of a nobody and then put him in a body bag. That was the way things should be. It's not like that now, you get the big matches on television for free. Lee didn't have cable so he wasn't able to watch it. He could only check the results online because he didn't know where to download the shows elsewhere.

Lee always wanted to be a professional wrestler. It was his knee injury in high school that made him start very late in the wrestling scene. He wasn't very big or very strong, but he was fast. Okay, what am I saying, he was horrible in the ring. He went from the worst referee that there ever been in the wrestling business, to the worst wrestler to ever step in a wrestling ring. Mind you, he was only about twenty years old and had been trained for three months. He didn't belong in a ring, but he didn't care. Hell he didn't know he sucked so more power for him. He wrestled for Canadian Championship Wrestling. Well he didn't wrestle, he just stunk up the place.

When he wasn't stinking up the high school gyms with his shitty wrestling, he would be playing playstation. He had a regular playstation. It was fun, he played all the old wrestling games on it. He loved it. Sit back and play some games and then watch Extreme Championship Wrestling on TNN, followed by Rollerjam! It was good times. Lee always wanted to compete in Extreme Championship Wrestling. It seemed like a great company to work for.

***

Lee was excited to be in the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. It was his opportunity to kick some ass. He was New Blood and he wanted the New Blood championship belt around his waist. He wanted that belt so bad. He would be taking it in no time. He was back from his hospital stay. They finally had him on the right medication, he was feeling great, which was what everyone wanted. Lee didn't want that, he wanted to be angry, to be miserable, to be in a bad mood all the time. He wanted to mean for IWF. He wanted to hurt people, not go back to his regular job as a grocery bagger. That was the worst job he had ever had. Well it was the only job he had ever had, besides delivering flyers to homes around his house. That job was more fun than working at a stupid grocery store. Sadly, Lee got laid off from the job where he delivered flyers door to door. Oh well, it was a fun experience except for being barked and chased by dogs.


It was there where he spent most of his money on a wrestling card game. It was called Champions of the Galaxy. Champions of the Galaxy, or as it was known, COTG. He started playing that when he was eleven years old. He absolutely loved the game. He was the fan and the booker at the same time. He set up the matches, then play out the matches to find out who won. He chose who faced who, who got to wrestle for the belt. Everything except for the outcome of the matches was in his control. He had a great time with it. He'd play it hours a day sometimes it was so addicting. It was a great purchase, he didn't mind putting money into it to get more wrestlers and game years. It was his federation so he could do what he wanted.


***
Lee never joined a gym before joining the IWF. He just went for walks, long walks. He figured it would get him in ring shape like anything else. He also didn't have any wrestling trunks, or shorts, or undies or whatever you wanted to call them. He went on highspots dot com and found himself a pair of tights and boots. He paid for them, paid for the ridiculous shipping. He was set to step foot in the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. He couldn't wait to torture someone in the ring. He couldn't wait to beat someone up in the ring. He wanted in that ring right now, but he had to wait until he was booked to get his hands on someone. He waited. He wanted to punch someone in the throat.


The closest he ever got to punching someone in the throat was when he was sparring in karate class. He wasn't a big fighter, but he did know a couple of combo punches. He didn't like learning to fall properly, because every time he'd mess something up and hurt himself or someone else. It was brutal. There weren't too many cute girls that wanted to learn how to protect themselves from dangerous people. He would stall during the practices to fall. He absolutely hated it. Doing the punches and the kicks were fine, it was the fucking break falls. Oh well, he quit anyway when his mom stopped paying for it. He learned a couple of self defense moves.

***
After he stopped taking his pills, he started to hear voices in his head. They were telling him to do things. They were telling him to hurt people, to hurt animals. He was not in the right state of mind. He really needed to be on the medication but he didn't think he'd have the motivation, the mean streak to hurt someone when he was in just a regular mood. He needed that extra push of madness to hurt people. He was so damn excited to hurt people that he couldn't sleep. He installed a punching bag in his room and would spend time punching the crap out of it. It was enough to ease him over before he had to go in the ring on Battlegrounds.


He didn't have a girlfriend and that was a good thing because if he did he'd probably beat the shit out of her every day. He'd take his aggression that he had from not taking his medication out on her. It wouldn't be a good thing if he got one. He at least knew that and stayed away from places where he could meet women. Well, except for bars. He only went to bars to drink some beer and cause a fight or two. He wanted to hurt them all. He wanted to hurt anyone who looked at him weird. That was why he forced himself to stay inside, so he wouldn't get into anymore shit. He wanted to be able to travel to shows without being stopped at the border for the fact that he had been arrested. That would keep him grounded in Canada, which would be horrible because IWF is a North American promotion, not just a Canadian promotion.


***

Lee was counting down the days to step in the ring with whoever he was set to face. He didn't know, he didn't even care. All he cared about was hurting people. He wanted to hurt people so damn bad. He couldn't wait to step in the ring. The fact that he had a match made him a happy happy man. That happiness would turn into anger as he thought about his match. He thought about it for a long time. The more he thought about it, the angrier he'd get. He got up from his bed and worked his punching bag, throwing kicks and punches to it. He had a lot of frustration to get out. A lot of anger to get out. He also had to show the wrestling world that he was no one to mess with.


***

Lee was about five years old when he saw his first ice race. It was freezing cold on a winter day in the small town that Lee is from. He was wearing a green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle toque (beanie) Lee was feeling great, his tummy was full from some chicken noodle soup he had at home. He was standing there with his mother, his mom's friend and his older brother. It was freezing out. Lee was there to watch his dad win the race. He waited patiently for the race to start. He didn't really like all the loud noises or the cold, but he stuck it out in the freezing cold to see his dad win the race.

Zoom, zoom, zoom went the cars. They sped around really fast. Lee knew what car he was in because it said his name Lee on the side. People would decorate their race cars with their loved ones names. After a few laps around the ice road track, his father stuck his hand out to grab the winner's checkered flag. He won the race! We screamed and hollered in delight. It was my dad winning the race that made me feel so proud of him. I was going to do the same when I step in the ring at Battlegrounds.

***

Lee sat back in his hotel. It was just a tiny hotel room because he couldn't afford a big room. It had a bed and to watch the television you had to sit on the very edge of the bed to see it and control the channels. He flipped through the channels but found nothing interesting. He decided that he would go to sleep. He needed all the sleep he could get before his match on Battlegrounds. He wasn't nervous, he was just anxious. Anxious to beat the hell out of his opponent on Battlegrounds. He couldn't wait. He was so damn excited to get in the ring again. He loved being in a wrestling ring. He loved bouncing off the ropes and nailing a stiff clothesline.




***



It was time for Lee or as he is better known as Libra, to cut a promo. Lee liked to cut promos. He was backstage at a IWF Battlegrounds event when he was asked by one of the producers to go cut a promo. Lee, walked up to the backdrop where they hold promos. Lee was ready. He didn't need a microphone because he was close to the camera. He looked at the producer and they started to count him down from five. Five, four, three, two, one.


Libra: Johnny Morbid. You are going to get punched in the teeth when you step in the ring with me. I'm nuts, I'm totally nuts and I'll beat your damn brains in come next show. I'm not afraid of you. No no no. I'm afraid of what I'm going to do to you Johnny Morbid. I think I may actually kill you. That's my plan anyway. That's exactly what I want to do is kill you. No more Johnny Morbid. I won't go to your wake. I won't go to your funeral. I will go to the ring this coming show and destroy you. So watch the hell out. I have nothing more to say about you, punk.


WIth that, Lee walked off camera and thought to himself that he was probably going to end up in jail after this. He really was going to kill Johnny Morbid. He didn't care if he killed him, he just wanted to and if anyone had a problem with it, they could just do their best to try to stop him.