#4 Rosalie Knight [vs.] Duke Dice #13

††Location: Local Gym, Downtown New Jersey.††
†Date: September 3rd, 2012 2:20 P.M.†

I haven't had much sleep last night; I mean how could I rest knowing damn well that I've been screwed over in my last match? I remembered watching the video feed and looking at the replay where the reff was counting the pin, I clearly kicked out just before his hand smacked the floor a 3rd time. Turns out I wasn’t alone on this; many people backstage said the same exact thing: I got robbed in my match against Stefan Raab.

Well I said I was going to make an impact in that match and I'll be damned if I was just gonna leave and not keep that promise. So I waited until Stefan got right back up and I just let him have it, I kicked him in the jaw really hard, hard enough to knock him back down. I was enraged, pissed beyond pissed, the reff had already left the ring but I didn't care, I could always deal with him later right now I had other fish to fry.

I took a pair of handcuffs and strapped Stefan behind the turnbuckle and then doused his German ass in whiskey. Don't get me wrong I never drink the stuff myself but the cool thing I love about alcohol is that it's highly flammable. I took my lighter and got right into Stefan's face, I made it extremely clear that he only got lucky and that the reff was being a complete moron. Oddly enough even though I had Stefan right there in my grasp, his life in the palm of my hand, I decided there and then to spare him. But not before bashing his head with the blunt end of my mic and left him there to be tended by the medics as I looked on from a distance. I knew why I didn't burn him there and then, because I knew we would end up fighting each other again at some point. Stefan came into this fight thinking he could get off easy with me but found out that I am more of a threat than he thought. In fact I'm willing to bet that he bribed that reff because he knew that he wasn’t gonna walk out of the arena with a clean win over me. The fact that I came this close to setting him on fire in front of all those people was all the proof I needed.

Since then the interviewers and commentators kept talking about the result of our match, calling it the most controversial moment in ASWF history. I was also given a new nickname coined by the commentators; they started calling me Baron Best in the World Tomson. When you got people who work for the company longer than you to call you "Best in the World" you know you're doing something right.

Still it didn't do much to ease my frustration, so to say I was pissed would be putting it mildly. I wanted to find the bastard who counted that pin and beat the living shit out of him, then snap his fucking neck and stick his head up his own ass so that he could see just how badly he messed up. I was quiet during the whole plane trip back home, I glared at every person that looked at me, I had my arms folded most of the time, I was a complete mess to say the least.

Next morning I didn't eat breakfast and instead took off at the local gym, I just wanted to forget that match and move on. I grabbed my towel, my extra set of clothes and started working on the machines, all the while I kept telling myself that Stefan will get his soon enough. The next time we square off, he won't have a crooked reff to buy him out of another cheap victory and I will have him right where I want him. Just the thought of see him running around as the flames lick his skin and hearing his girly screams put a smile on my face. I would soon feel better after a while and finally manage to convince myself that last week was just a fluke and nothing more. I would do some bench pressing having one of the guys from the gym be my spotter, I got to about 40 when my phone went off. The guy helped me set the weight back on the bench as I sat back up and dug into my pocket for the phone. I hit the switch as I reached for the water bottle on the side.

Baron Tomson: Talk to me.

???: Baron it's Cody man, Cody Taylor.

Baron Tomson: How did you get this number?

Cody Taylor: I have ways, trust me.

Baron Tomson: *sighs* This had better be good, I'm not in the best mood to be talking right now.

Cody Taylor: Yeah I can tell, listen I need you to come back to the ASWF building as soon as you can.

Baron Tomson: For what exactly?

Cody Taylor: I can't tell you right now, just get your ass down here. I'll be seeing you.

He would hang up before I could say another word to him, as if my day couldn’t be more fucked up. I tried to relax and work out, and here comes Mr. Taylor to ruin the ride. What could possibly be so damn important that he needs me to head over to where he is?

Well as much I wanted to stay here and work out some more, I figured I outta head over there and see what's up. I got up from the bench which would soon be taken over by another guy, headed straight for the showers washing off all the sweat from my body and using the shampoo that I brought with me to wash my hair and body. Once I got out and got dressed in my extra clothes, I replaced the bag with my old clothes and combed my hair back the way I had it. Once I was done, I bolted out the door and tossed the bag in the back seat. I revved the engine and shoot out towards the airport, good thing for Cody I had money on me to be doing all this fucking running around. I could be putting this up in the bank or use it for more important purposes like getting food and shit but nope, instead I had to go all the way back to where they held the last show and speak with Cody. Great time I'm having right now.......good thing I still got my lighter with me, got a funny feeling I'm going to need it.




††Location: ASWF building.††
†Date: September 3rd, 2012 4:25 P.M.†


I arrived out of that airport quick as a flash, I didn't fuck around either I just want to find out what Cody wants to talk to me about and go back home. It's been a stressful day already and I haven't even checked my twitter or anything yet. I haven't been on the internet since the day before I left for the show which was last week. I don't plan on jumping on my laptop anytime soon but I would love to just chill out on the coach and watch some action films before the next event. I already looked at the card for this week, I am going against Mark Hunter who seems to have a pretty bad record, just the kind of person I need to let some steam out. I arrived at the building when I noticed something very strange......several people that I've never seen before kept going in and out of the place, some were moving stuff from inside the building to one of the many loading trucks they had stationed nearby. Now I'm really curious so I got out of my car and slamed the door shut, I moved to the side as someone opened the door carrying some bags filled with posters. I went in through the open door and didn't get halfway until a guard stopped me in my tracks.

Officer: Excuse me sir but you're not permitted to enter this building.

I gave him a weird look and was about to say something but a voice called out.

???: Let him through, I told him to come here!

The guard turned and moved away allowing me to continue, I just gave him a sneer before I walked forward to where I could see three people ahead of me. All of them are wearing formal suits; I could see Cody in his black polyester suit complete with matching pants and shoes as well as a tie. I couldn’t help but smirk at that, never in a million years would I ever seen Cody wear a suit.

I then noticed a taller man with blond hair with a pretty looking woman who I presume is his wife or something. Anyway they all noticed me as I just stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face, hands in my pocket and head tilted to the side. My first thought that was running through my head is "Alright what gives, the fuck is going on here?"

Seems Cody must have read my thoughts because he smiled and greeted me.

Cody Taylor: Ahh there he is, this is one of the guys I told you about Corey, he is one of the fastest rising stars we have here!

Corey? The larger man smiled towards me and extended his hand.

Corey Casey: You must be Baron "Blaze" Tomson, I'm Corey Casey one of the owners of Insurgency Wrestling Federation.

I looked at his hand and then held out my hand as I tried to process what was going on, Corey noticed my confusion and lowered his hand. I turned towards Cody and looked around at what used to be the ASWF building which is now slowly being torn apart.

Baron Tomson: Whoa whoa hold it, Insurgency what? What is going on here Cody?

Cody laughed at my confused expression but then recovered quick as Corey was looking at him, he scratch his head and faced me.

Cody Taylor: Well where do I start.........we've been bought over by Corey and the guys back in IWF. I had a meeting with some people and we were able to come to an agreement. This is why I called you over here to discuss that agreement.

Baron Tomson: Okay.......

Cody Taylor: See it's like this: All the members from ASWF will be offered a new and improved contract from IWF with full control to do as they wish. In return you are expected to perform whenever you are required to and if you showed the same spark that brought you to this dance, you'll become champion in no time!

Corey Casey: Which is what me and Cody were discussing about, see we're beginning our 4th Battle for the Breifcase tournament where you fight for a chance to make any match you want for one week and cash in for any title any time you want in any match you want.

Baron Tomson: Alright.......so where do I fit into all this?

Cody Taylor: Well Corey here is thinking about adding some of the guys from ASWF into the tournament, if you want you can enter it as well, you just need to sign a contract and poof you're in.

I had to think about this, this was really unexpected for me, I mean ASWF was one of the first feds I joined in my young career, The only other of course being TEW and I don't wanna talk about that shithole of a place. I thought about it, and it only took me about 10 seconds to make a choice.

Baron Tomson: So where do I sign?

Corey Casey: Glad you asked.

He produced a nice looking notebook pad with the contract in nice bold writing, he handed me a fountain pen and after reading it for a moment or two, I signed on the dotted line and handed it back to him. He smiled as he checked the contract, he then extended his hand to me.

Corey Casey: Let me be the first to welcome you aboard the Insurgency Baron Tomson.

I smiled and returned the handshake, giving him a firm shake.

Baron Tomson: That's Blaze to you sir. So where is this, IWF place going to be held at?

Corey Casey: You'll receive a mail telling you the exact details, you can also check out the website there, it will be updated soon. Don't worry Cody told me your address and stuff so you should expect some mail within a day or two, here's my card.

He hands me the card that contains the link to the site as well as his phone number in case I had any questions for him. I put it in my pocket and nodded, I was already loving this idea, in fact I loved it some much that I completely forgot about Stefan and the revenge that I was denied. Oh well, there's plenty of fish in the sea, sometimes you’ll miss a catch or two. It doesn’t matter to me because I now have a new target in mind, and it seems I've moved up the ladder and rightfully so. I nodded to both men and turned to leave the building behind me, I wasn’t angry or enraged anymore, in fact I was excited.....the Battle for the Briefcase......so many people to beat, so many new faces to destroy and burn.

I would be a complete idiot to refuse; I mean how can I pass up an opportunity like that? It just screams me; it just screams Baron Blaze Tomson.


††Unknown Location, The Shoot.††


Well here I am, what you thought you were gonna get that pansy Duke Dice? Not a chance in hell lady, we both know he's completely pathetic. Only real reason he got this job is because he's been kissing up to his pal Steel Angel, fucking stupid if you ask me. The guy has done nothing to earn his spot in this tournament.

Well that's where I come in baby, see I don't know if he got the memo or not but trust me, he will soon enough.

So with that said, Rosa is it? The Queen of Wrestling, a title that centers on a very small faction of people. I mean seriously who else is there to compete for that belt? You've defended that title against the same woman twice in a row and the only other girl was chasing after an inactive belt that belongs to a person who is just too much for her to handle. She might have gotten close but as everyone here can tell you, close never fucking cuts it. You either win or you lose doesn’t matter how "close" you got in the end.

You don't know me but you will learn to hate me, despise me because I don't play nice with anyone little girl. Yeah imagine me, the young gun calling a veteran diva a "little" girl. Must be because you mean very little to me and the truth of the matter is......you don't! I've fought many of these so called "Main Eventers" and "Top Stars" but in the end when it comes time to put up or shut up, I shut them up alright with my boot in their face and their face on the floor picking up whatever teeth they had before they go sobbing in a corner. You're just another wannabe trying to hang with the big leagues but you find yourself being completely outshined every time. Doesn’t matter what you do, be it you putting on the best performance you can or end up killing yourself just to get people to feel sorry for you. Either way the only thing these people care about is who wins in the end.

As for me, that is what I aim to do, that's my goal and you stand between me and the prize that everyone else here is competing for. You may be a girl with a pretty face and a good jaw, but at the end of the day you'll just serve as target practice. I am one of the best, I've proven it before and I will do so tonight, you got no chance when you go up against the Raging Inferno.

Think you're hot before? When I'm done with your skimpy ass, you'll be scorched, sizzled and fried and the best part is: I'm gonna enjoy every moment of watching you suffer.

Till then, I'm Baron "Blaze" Tomson reminding everyone to stay blazing.

††Location: Baron's house in Summit Avenue.††
†Date: September 4th, 2012 11:24 A.M†

After returning back from that bombshell that Cody dropped on me, I went straight to my laptop after eating pasta and watching the latest news. Nothing really interesting on the tube so I head straight to the flat sleek panel and was graced by the cute looking Windows 7 icon. I've gotten used to my new laptop which is good, I gotta hand it to Joey, he could get a little dramaic on me at times but he does good work.

And I would love nothing more than to bury my cock in his sister's jugs but such fanties are best saved for a later time. Normally I would not wait and just go over there and screw her if she wasen't his sister. I might not have morals but I do have standards which require me to follow some strict rules which I can't break less I end up like dad or mom.

Oh yeah.......best not mention those two scumbags.

Actually I'm being too nice about it, they are much lower than scumbags, hell they are lower than trash. But again best not to talk about them. I've already had to bleed out my god damned soul to Mr. West just to get out of those stupid sessions of his, last thing I need right now is to be reminded of "them" ughh.

Just thinking about them makes my blood boil.

Anyways I'm getting off track so where was I? Oh right the whole standards thing, yeah I can't break the rules but I can bend them to suit my needs. But Sarah isn't like those high school girls that I've scored in the past. She is young and unlike me has morals that she treats like its a part of her. I can't really explain it but her parents seem to have made sure to teach both their kids how to best protect themselves. Joey told me that she only befriends people she can trust and I've already made that list when I helped pay to have her eyes fixed. Now all I gotta do is stay on her good side until she opens up enough for me to get right in. It's time consuming but with a body like hers, I'll wait for an eternity just to get a piece of that pie.

Well all vulgar thoughts aside, I checked the internet to see if I had any emails. Turns out I had several, mostly junk that made no sense. Joey had warned me about "spam" mail and other shit that I'm just better off deleting rather than read. There was one though that caught my attention; it was the email that Corey said I would get from IWF. Gee that was very quick, I clicked and read the content then nodded my head. I'm now an official IWF athlete which means I'm likely gonna end up on the Battle for the Briefcase tournament. That was all I really came onto the internet for was just so I could read that mail. I dumped that along with all the other junk and removed it completely; afterwards I shut off my laptop and closed the lid on it. I smooth out my hair and kicked off my shoes before making the leap onto my bed, I hit the lights and took a nap.

Next morning I woke up feeling like shit, I went towards the kitchen and pour myself some cereal from the top counter. I took the milk and added it in then took a few bites. Afterwards I didn't feel like shit anymore, guess that's what happens when you don't eat for awhile.

The mailman arrived early today and dropped off some stuff on my box that I have attached to the side of my door. I took a glance long enough to grab the contents before shutting the door. Most of it was just pointless stuff as well as another letter from IWF welcoming me onboard and yaddi yaddi yadda all that good stuff. After sorting through it all, I tossed it all in the trash can and was tempted to light a match to burn it but then thought it would be better if I did it outside. I've already burnt down one house and I sure as hell ain't gonna burn this one considering that I'm the bastard who paid for it out of my own pocket.

So I took the trash can out back where no one can see me and with my lighter I took one of the letters and tilt it at the edge so that the fire can catch it. I smiled as I watched the letter crumble into black ash as the flames spread across the thin sheet. I dropped the letter back into the metal trash can and watched as the flames spread towards the other pieces of junk mail and magazine covers. The fresh smell of ash erupts from the can and reaches into my nose which gives me that warm calm feeling that relaxes me. That's why I love fire so much, it's not my curse but rather my blessing, all of it gift wrapped by the most unlikely prize that I have.

My father's silver lighter, only he's not my father now is he?

Still.......I had to at least thank the poor fucker, if not for the fact that he left this beuty on the table I would never have the life I have now. I wouldn’t be Baron "Blaze" Tomson without this little trinket, this lighter.....once a present for him is now my most prized possession. It is a part of me just like the fire that it shoots out, the lighter that I hold in my hand, the same lighter than I used to burn my many victims in the ring.......the very same lighter that made me who I am.

Together as one, what a pair we make eh?

The fire had already burn what was left of the garbage in the trash can, I took the can and dumped whatever was left inside the big black trashcan I had sitting out back. The trash truck comes once every week on a Wednesday around noon so I'm in no hurry in filling up my huge black can. I retook my seat and flicked the lighter, staring at the pretty red fire that dances in my hand. Lost in the moment, I could only look forward as I felt the past just......melt away.



††Shoot Number 2††

I can sit here and talk about you Rosa, I could sit here all day and tell you about the birds and bees and all that other bullshit your mommy and daddy told you to get you to sleep at night.

But I'm not going to now am I? Nope I would rather just look forward at all the other combatants that are in this tournament. Because you see the only reason why I'm paying more mind to them than you is because you're cakewalk in comparison. I can look at you and I can tell you that I'm hardly gonna break so much as a sweat while I take that nice looking paper plane trinket you carry around your waist and tear it apart with my own hands. You’re going to look at my face, beaten and broken down like the useless Barbie doll toy that you are, and watch as I take your hopes, your dreams and shatter them right before your very eyes.

Aww are you gonna cry? Don't look at me for comfort bitch; you won't get any sympathy from me.

You sealed your fate by stepping in the ring with me; you signed your own death warrant by trying to think you can just walk in here and beat me like some snot nose punk.

I'm merciless, I'm relentless, and I'm downright vicious, I'm the stuff that nightmares were made of. I'm a thief in the night, I keep what I take and I take what I want.

Tonight is my night Rosa, tonight is where I shine where as you wilt away like the puny little flower than you are. Just another fuel source for the never ending wildfire that is me! I will make you beg for this to end, I will make you scream for me and I will love it, I will cherish it.

You could say it's nothing personal, but for me it's about as personal as it gets. You're in the way and thus you will get run over, as for the rest of the guys and gals in this thing, they will be winners today and losers’ tomorrow. Anyone who gets in here with me is gonna end up the same way as you, lying on the floor with a broken jaw and some three degree burns on your skin.

I may or may not burn you Rosa but that doesn’t mean I'm not gonna get my hands dirty, indeed I will make this night a long and painful for you.

The gloves are off, you know what that means. Yep it's time to take your punishment, Blaze style.