■March 1st 2010■ [part 2]

■Monologue■
The people who have beaten me, have all beaten me unconvincingly. Bobby Ocean is one of the few people that hold a win over me, unfortunately, the same is to be said about him. Bobby Ocean didn’t destroy me, he didn’t work harder then me to win, in fact he was a lot like Ryan Apollos in many ways.

Bobby Ocean was Ryan Apollos, before Ryan Apollos. He had a group called Rebellion, aiming to take down Salvation, to take down God. That group, just like Ryan Apollos’ Lethal Injection, failed. However during this, “war” there was a match between myself and Bobby Ocean for the Freedom Championship.

The Freedom Championship was a title where the champion would pick a stipulation, and that stipulation would be enforced for all title matches. Believing I would never say the words ‘I Quit’ I made the stipulation an I Quit Match inside of a steel cage.

I was ambushed by the rebellion, and after Ali was put on a cross, I screamed ‘I quit’ in order to save her. I guess that’s love, I guess that’s the same reason I would leave an NLWF Championship match, just to witness the birth of my son.

Maybe that’s the reason, I don’t quit.

■The Story■
■March 1st 2010■

I was speeding to the airport, phone in ear, trying to change my flight to the earliest one they had going to Sacramento. A car cut in front of mine and I almost rear ended him as we continued to fly down the highway in the rain.

“Mr. Cyrus, we have a flight leaving in half an hour, would you like me to make the booking?”

I tried to focus on the road, and on the lady over the phone but it was all hitting me too much at once. My mind was already full, it was already occupied by the culmination of the last 9 months.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Make the change.

I wasn’t even close to the airport yet, but that wasn’t going to stop me from taking a shot at it. I believed nothing could stop me, nothing could prevent me from being there to witness the savior. I continued at top speed, passing car after car.

“There will be a fee of…”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Doesn’t matter, just make the change.

I hung up my cell phone and tossed it into the passenger seat, before putting both hands on the wheel.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
I’m going to make it… I promise.

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I arrived at the airport and ran up to the check in counter.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
I’m on the next flight from here to Sacramento, am I too late?

The guy behind the desk punched a few things into his keyboard and looked back at me.

“Actually, the flight was temporarily delayed because of the rain, they are boarding now, you‘re lucky.”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Not lucky… Godly.

I mumbled under my breath as he hit a few more keys on his keyboard and began printing my ticket.

“Will you be checking any bags today sir?”

That’s when I realized I left my bag at the arena, I was in such a hurry to be there for Megan, be there for my son, that I had completely forgotten anything else.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
No.

He handed me my ticket and I snatched it out of his hands and ran as fast as I could towards the security. I cut to the front of the line, pushing through all the people.

“HEY!”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
I’M BRENTON CYRUS! KISS MY ASS!

I took off my shoes and put everything I had into a bin, then pushed it through the machine. I ran through the metal detector setting it off.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
What the fuck?

“Language sir, I‘m going to have to ask you to step to the side, and let me wand you.”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
I need to be on my flight right now.

“This will only take a minute sir, resisting will make it take longer!”

I lifted my arms up and spread my legs as he ran the wand over me.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
My girlfriend is going into labor right now, I need to get on my plane.

“You serious?”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Dead serious.

The man reached down and grabbed his walkie talkie off his belt.

“Can I get a hold on flight…”

He let go of the button and looked at me.

“What flight are you on?”

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Uh…

I held up my ticket for him and he called it in.

“That should buy you some time, better hurry along anyway though.”

He grabbed the bin and handed it too me.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Thanks.

I put my shoes on and was back on track, headed to my plane. I made it to the gate and looked to see that the plane was still outside.

■■□Brenton Cyrus□■■
Here’s my ticket.

I ran up right before she could close the door.

“You barely made it.”

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■The Match■
What is there to say about Bobby Ocean, that hasn’t already been said by all of his opponents, who fought and destroyed him. I think Bobby Ocean is the only man who could leave the NLWF, come back with a mask, have the mask removed, and still have no one give a shit about them or even know who it is still.

Bobby Ocean is the most famous jobber in the history of the NLWF, from his time jobbing in the Junior Heavyweight division during the early time of NLWF to the likes of Johnny Electric and Tapido Delevega. All the way to his failed run on Fusion, and with Rossi’s Rebellion.

Failure is what Bobby Ocean is, and it’s the only thing he knows how to do, fail.

You know someone is pathetic when there only claim to fame is that they beat the best, because of Nick Ridicule. But you could use the Ryan Apollos expression, “It‘s a no DQ match, so I didn‘t cheat” “A win is a win no matter how you do it”

That may be true, but at Revolution XX I will have my vengeance on you. There wont be a girlfriend of mine to put in harms way. There wont be anyone to come out and help you. It’ll just be Brenton Cyrus versus Bobby Ocean, and I don’t like your chances.

Let’s take a look at what you’ve done since your return, because if anyone thought you wouldn’t be able to fail worse then your first run, they were proven wrong. You returned under a mask, calling yourself Lars Jansen and you were destroyed by a girl, who goes by the name RAWRLURB.

Kill yourself.

Following the beatings from RAWRLURB, you fought NLWF’s newest sensation, Derek Wallace to determine a number 1 contender for the North American Championship. Derek Wallace destroyed you, then he destroyed the North American Champion.

Kill yourself.

Bobby Ocean I suggest you take your own life, and don’t give me the chance to kill you at Revolution. You could not only leave this life of failure in which you live everyday, but you would save yourself from an excruciating beating, that’s going to kill you anyway.

■Salvation■
I am asking you the most important question of life.
Your joy or your sorrow for all eternity depends upon your answer.
The question is: Are you saved?
It is not a question of how good you are, nor if you are a church member, but are you saved? Are you sure you will go to Heaven when you die?
I can guarantee you one thing if you pray to me as your God.
You will live a long and happy life, at the top of the hill.
If you choose not to worship me as your lord and savior, then you will face the wrath of the lord almighty.

■March 1st 2010■ [part 2]

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