The Best Story Never Told: Chapter 2: Part 2

The Best Story Never Told
Chapter 2
In need of a true friend
Friday, November 26th 2010
Long Beach, California

Jason Hawk
You asshole!

Jason grabs the door handle and accidentally pulls the door off its hinges. He drops the door and enters the club, walking towards me as I watch him.

Jason Hawk
You’re paying for that!

Jason is bleeding from the side of his head. He has a cartoon like bruise bulging from above the gash, and he doesn’t look very happy.

Jason Hawk
How could you just throw me out of the car like that! I could have been killed!

Jason looks at his reflection in a full body mirror attached to the wall. He looks at the wound, then brings his fingers up and touches it gently.

Jason Hawk
LOOK WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!

Jason walks away, down the hall to the bathroom. I shake my head and listen as my phone goes off.

[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[And make me hip like bad ass]
[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[Shut it up]

I pull my phone out and look at the screen. I give the phone a parculiar look as I see the name calling me.

[Incoming Call: Jason Hawk]

Nick Ridicule
Thefuck?

I look over to the bathroom door. I can hear the sound of water running inside the bathroom, where Jason is.

Nick Ridicule
JASON! Why the hell are you calling me from the other room?

Jason sticks his head out, pushing through the door. He has a wad of paper towels against the cut on his head and stares at me like I’m crazy.

Jason Hawk
I didn’t say anything.

Nick Ridicule
I meant call me on your phone!

Jason Hawk
I didn’t call you on my phone either! I don’t even have my phone!

I look at Jason confused, then look at my phone in hand, still ringing.

Nick Ridicule
Jason… Who has your phone?

I continue to stare at the phone. Jason walks towards me slowly, I can see him out of the corner of my eye.

Jason Hawk
It was stolen…

He gets closer. I can see his feet on the ground, just past my view of the cell phone.

Nick Ridicule
By who?

Jason Hawk
It was stolen when Kat and I were ambushed…

My eyes get a bit wide as I stare at the phone, realizing exactly who was on the other line. I press the talk button and bring the phone up to my ear.

Nick Ridicule
Hello?

Ashley Matthews
Nick they are putting me on a plane, we’re going to where the tournament…..

Ashley is interrupted by the sound of satisfied evil laughter. I can hardly put a thought together, before he begins to speak in a low grumble.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
It seems I have something that belongs to you.

Nick Ridicule
If you hurt her in any way, I’m going to…

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
You’re not in any kind of position to tell me what you will or will not do.

I wanted to say something, anything, but he was right. He had Ashley, he had all the cards and I was left with Jason.. I look over at Jason, standing nearby, staring at me with his arms to the side, wondering who I’m talking to.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
That’s much better. This is the first time the great Nick Ridicule doesn’t have anything to say. Why not make a joke, or flip me off over the phone? Nothing? What’s the matter, Kat got your tongue?

He laughs like a maniac, forcing me to hold the phone away so he’s not laughing in my ear. I look at Jason and whisper.

Nick Ridicule
It’s Akkarat.. He has your phone and the girls. I think Ashley was trying to tell me that they were going to where the tournament was held.

Jason Hawk
So what are we going to do? Go and rescue them?

Nick Ridicule
I’m not sure yet.

I bring the phone to my ear again as his laughing comes to a close.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
You know, this is only the third time I’ve gotten to meet Ashley..

I gulp down the spit building up in my mouth, then grind my teeth, doing whatever I could to keep calm, to stay in control.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
The first time I saw her, was the day we were bringing you to the tournament. The second day I saw here, was the day she was ending MY tournament…

A tone of anger begins to form with each word he says. I bite my tongue now, drawing a little bit of blood, but managing not to open my big mouth.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
The third time is right now. She really is a fireball isn’t she? She almost managed to escape, but we’ve got her now and we’re on our way back to where this entire thing began. All you had to do was finish a tournament. All you had to do was accept the job I had offered you. Instead you wanted to be a self-righteous piece of shit, who only wanted to cause trouble.

Nick Ridicule
What do you want from me? I’ll do anything to get her back, just don’t hurt her.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
That’s more like it. You were such an arrogant asshole during the tournament. You always had a remark or something funny to say. Not so funny now is it? But that’s what made me think you would be perfect to join our operation. You were so sure of yourself, so sure of your abilities that it made you impossible to stop. It sure sounds to me like someone has been served a piece of their own humble pie.

He begins laughing again and I bring the phone down to my side. I want to scream, throw the phone, maybe attack Jason for no reason other than the fact I can’t do anything to shut Akkarat up. Jason puts his hand on my shoulder and takes the phone from my hand. I walk away and step outside where I let out a monstrous roar.

Nick Ridicule
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!

My voice echoes throughout the empty parking lot. I wipe my eyes and kneel down, my stomach hurting and heart racing. I stand up and turn around, walking back into the club.

Jason Hawk
FUCK YOU!

I look at Jason for a split second, then snatch the phone out of his hand.

Nick Ridicule
What the fuck are you doing!?

Jason Hawk
That asshole is trying to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m JASON HAWK!

Nick Ridicule
You’re going to get Ashley hurt you idiot! Think about Kat, think about someone other than Jason Hawk for a change!

Jason Hawk
Why?

I roll my eyes and bring the phone to my ear.

Nick Ridicule
Hello?

Akkarat is laughing on the other end.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
Your little sidekick hasn’t changed at all.

Nick Ridicule
He’s not my sidekick, he’s not even my friend! He’s nothing!

I turn my back on Jason and walk out of the club with the phone.

Nick Ridicule
I don’t know what he said to you, but just know I don’t have anything to do with it. I just want Ashley back.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
He didn’t say anything. I made a few jokes about him being your bitch, your sidekick, your shadow, then I told him that I wasn’t going to let you bring him this time.

Akkarat laughs.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
He didn’t take the news very well.

Nick Ridicule
Clearly.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
You have a new partner now, is that correct? Brandon Macdonald?

Nick Ridicule
Yeah, that’s right. How did you…

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
I’ve had people keeping a close eye on you since you escaped the tournament. But we’ll get reacquainted once you’ve arrived. I’m assuming you know all about me now, therefore you must know the location of the Thailand Tournament of Death. Am I correct in my assumption?

Nick Ridicule
You are.

Akkarat Chao-Khun-Sa
Perfect. You have until Monday to get there. You can bring your new tag team partner if you want, but since we have your precious Ashley, it’s not required. See you soon.

The phone hangs up before I can acknowledge what he had said. I process it for a few seconds, before I’m interrupted by Jason taking the phone from my hand.

Jason Hawk
I’m going to call him back and ask if his refrigerator is running. When he says that it is, I’ll tell him he had better go catch it.

I snatch the phone back, giving Jason the evil eye.

Nick Ridicule
This isn’t the time to make jokes.

I walk away, walking around the club towards my car. I can hear Jason chasing after me, the sound of his feet hitting the ground as he runs after me.

Jason Hawk
Wait up!

I make it to the car and grab the drivers door handle. I reach into my pocket, grabbing the keys as Jason makes it to the passengers side of the car.

Jason Hawk
I know he said I couldn’t go, but you have to let me! We’re in this together, just like we were back in the tournament.

Nick Ridicule
Things were different back then. We were best friends. You were like my little brother!

Jason Hawk
I’M OLDER THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE LITTLE BROTHER!

Nick Ridicule
Whatever, the fact is we grew apart. Our friendship was never real. I took you under my wing after beating you three weeks in a row and for a few months I thought we were friends. But in hindsight, it was all just a farce. Just like my friendship with Chuck!

Chuck… I had to tell him that his daughter was kidnapped. I had to ask him for help. But after what we had been through the last half a year, he would never go out of his way to help me get Ashley back.

Jason Hawk
That’s another reason I left this summer! I realized we weren’t really friends, because you treated me like shit!

I don’t have time to argue with him, as my phone goes off again.

[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[And make me hip like bad ass]
[I can't wait for you to shut me up]
[Shut it up]

Jason Hawk
I bet it’s Akkarat telling you he made a huge mistake, and that you should bring me.

I look at the screen of my phone.

[Incoming Call: Curt Wall]

I quickly press the talk button and bring the phone to my ear.

Nick Ridicule
Hello?

Jason Hawk
Open my door!

Jason begins lifting the handle and letting it go on the passenger door.

Curt Wall
I talked with Brandon’s agent, I got his location.

Nick Ridicule
Great, can you…

Curt Wall
Already bought you a ticket, you leave in two hours to Detroit. A limousine will be waiting to pick you up when you get there, and it will bring you to the hotel where Brandon and his wife are staying.

Nick Ridicule
You’re the best.

Curt Wall
Can you tell me what’s going on now?

I look at Jason, staring at me on the other side of the car.

Jason Hawk
WHO ARE YOU TALKING TOO!?!?!

I shake my head and stick my key into the door.

Nick Ridicule
Not now, but do me a favor.

Curt Wall
Anything for you boss.

Nick Ridicule
Trace my cell phone so you’ve got a location on me. Get a hold of Brenton Cyrus and tell him to call me. Tell him it’s urgent and I need his help.

Curt Wall
I’ll get on it immediately. Be careful Nicky and good luck.

I look at Jason again as his famous catchphrase goes through my head.

“Luck is for losers.”

I flip Jason off and he throws his arms up.

Jason Hawk
HEY! What was that for!?

Nick Ridicule
Thanks. Bye.

I hang up the phone and drop it into my pocket, where I feel it hit Ashley’s phone. I turn the key and open my door.

Jason Hawk
You’re not bring me with you… are you?

He looks down, disappointed.

Nick Ridicule
I’m going to do whatever Akkarat asks me to do in order to get Ashley back. He said I can’t bring you. So that’s it, you’re not coming.

Jason Hawk
That’s…. fine… But can I at least go with you to the airport?

He smiles innocently. I think about it, then reluctantly press the unlock button on the door.

Jason Hawk
SCORE!

He opens his door and gets into the car. I think about our ride from my condo to the club and begin to regret unlocking his door. But things had been rough for Jason, and he deserved to get something he wanted. I sit down and shut my door at the same time as Jason.

Jason Hawk
Can I pick the music?

Nick Ridicule
No.

Jason Hawk
Well, how about you tell me that story you owe me.

Nick Ridicule
What story?

Jason Hawk
Remember in New York? When we were trying to recruit you for the Dark Knights. Corey and KID were dumb and got off the train, but I stayed on and wasn’t fooled like them. WHAT IDIOTS!

Nick Ridicule
Jason, focus. I remember that day, but what story?

Jason Hawk
Oh, well we had just met Ramirez Silva and Joe Santiago, then you told me about something that happened at one of the pay per views between them. Boston Beatdown.

I fire up the engine as those two words bring back an entire wave of memories.

“Boston Beatdown”

It goes through my head again and again.

Jason Hawk
Judging by the weird look you have on your face, I’m going to guess you remember.

I snap out of my trace and look at Jason.

Nick Ridicule
Yeah, I remember..

Jason Hawk
GREAT! You can tell me all about it!

Nick Ridicule
Fine..

I pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, then begin to drive to the airport as I think about that day.

JWF Boston Beatdown
Sunday , February 29th 2004
Boston, Massachusetts

It feels like an entire different life ago. I was twelve years old. Only a week away from being thirteen. I had lived in a group home my entire life in Miami, having never been anywhere else. But from the age of nine I was getting visited weekly by Johnny Styles. Anyway, he had just married his longtime girlfriend and manager Jada Smith. During one of my visits, he was booked to fight at the show Boston Beatdown, so he flew Jada and I to the show.

Alex Mark
These seats are amazing! The perfect spot to watch ol’ Johnny look sooooooooooooooooooo good!

We sat down in the first row, dead center.

Jada Smith
I wish I was as confident about tonight as you are…

Alex Mark
Are you kidding? This is home for Johnny! These fans are going to blow the top off of this arena tonight and Stylez will prevail!

You see, Johnny had been in a rivalry with his former tag team partner, Joe Santiago. They were fighting in a best of seven series to determine the World Heavyweight Champion, and through some pretty dirty tactics, Joe had gotten a two zero lead over Styles.

Jada Smith
He had better prevail, I can’t even imagine having to go home with Joe!

The rule of the match was that the loser would lose his girl to the winner.

Alex Mark
Hey, don’t say that! It’s not going to happen! Tonight is an I Quit match and that means Johnny would have to give you up to lose. He would never do that.

Jada looked worried, but my reassurance of her faith in Stylez made her feel better.

Jada Smith
You’re right, he wouldn’t let that ego tripping asshole touch me!

Alex Mark
Ego tripping asshole?

Jada Smith
That’s what Kaos called him right?

Alex Mark
Hmm.

Ok, maybe that’s not what she said, but it was something like that. Give me a break, this was long time ago.

Jada Smith
Besides, he really isn’t going to lose with his son in the front row.

Alex Mark
Who me? What do I have to do with it?

Jada Smith
Come on Lex, you know he loves you. He loves you more than he loves himself.

Alex Mark
I don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure he does for you.

I was such a naïve little guy. When you only try to see the good in people, you completely ignore the evil.

Jada Smith
Whatever you say Lex.

Alex Mark
I mean, if he really loved me more that he loved himself, he would have adopted me right?

Jada Smith
It was either you or his wrestling career. You’re the one who told him to go for it.

Alex Mark
I know what I said..

Jada Smith
Believe me, if he could have both, he would. If he becomes World Champion again he’ll have made a lot of money. Enough for a house so we can move out of that condo his father gave us. He was mentioning moving here, back home to Boston.

Alex Mark
Really?

It felt like my heart had been broken. If he was moving to Boston, I wouldn’t get to see him at all. He would fly to Miami just to visit me every week.

Jada Smith
That’s what he said. The show is about to start, I’m going to go backstage to find Johnny.

Alex Mark
Yeah, ok..

The lights in the arena dimmed as she walked away and the announcer took the center of the ring to greet the crowd. Following his greeting, fireworks exploded from the stage and the show was on. I barely remember anything that happened. Just watching the action in the ring, waiting for the main event. About halfway through the show I got thirsty so I got up and went to the concession stand.

Alex Mark
Can I have a large Dr. Pepper and a pretzel!

I put the money on the counter and walked away towards a merchandise stand. I gave all the stuff a look, then pointed at the Stylez pendant they had for sale.

Alex Mark
How much?

I pointed at the pendant.

“That‘s twenty five.”

I pulled out a wad of bills from my pocket and placed the money down in front of him. He took the pendant and put it in a paper bag, then handed it to me.

Alex Mark
Thanks.

I walked over and grabbed my soda and pretzel, then walked down the hall, stopping in the archway down to the floor section of the arena. I took a drink of my soda, then a bite of my pretzel and decided to keep walking. Why watch mediocre wrestling when I could have an adventure?

After finishing my pretzel I snuck backstage, soda still in hand. I walked through the arena, admiring the wrestling pictures on the walls, stopping in front of one of Stylez. I took a drink of my soda, but could hear people talking nearby.
I crept down the hall, then dropped down, leaning against the wall. I peaked past the wall to see Joe and the rest of the powers that be, hanging out grouped near a steamroller.

Joe Santiago
If I even lose control of this match for a single second, you guys come out and attack. Then we’ll make him squeal. I’ll be plowing his wife in no time.

Back then I didn’t think about what I was doing. I just did it. So I stepped out looking at the group of five guys, including Joe. One of the guys was massive. He stood tall enough to look over the top of the steamroller. The guy standing to the right of Joe had grey hair, he was the only one who noticed me.

“Who the fuck is that?”

The guy standing on the other side of Joe looked like a douche. He pointed his finger at me.

“Hey, who is that?”

Joe Santiago
I think that’s Styles boy. We may have just won the match early.

The last man had his back to me, but once he turned around I could see his face, a face I wouldn’t see the last of. The face of The Mexican Samurai.

Joe Santiago
Grab him.

The group moved towards me and I threw my soda as hard as I could at Joe, hitting him to the chest with it. The lid popped off and soda erupted everywhere, hitting all of them. I nodded my head as everyone froze.

Joe Santiago
GET HIM!

I turned around and ran for my life, heading back down the hall in the direction I came. I could hear the sound of feet pounding into the ground behind me and knew I could only run. I made it to the end of the hall and tried to turn the corner, but standing there was Joe who went around. I turned around, my feet sliding out from under me as I ran in the opposite direction.

Joe Santiago
We just want to talk!

The sounds of footsteps were closer now. I pushed through the exit doors and stepped outside. I was tackled to the ground, then lifted to my feet and backhanded to the face. The blow knocked me down.

“He‘s just a kid, what do you want us to do with him?”

Joe Santiago
Teach him some respect, don’t let him back in the building.

I lay on the ground and watch as he walked back into the arena. One of the men stayed outside as the others followed the leader. The man who stayed outside was Mexican Samurai.

The Mexican Samurai
Looks like daddy let you down.

He gave me a swift kick to the ribs, strong enough to knock the wind out of me and roll me to my back. I looked up at the sky, then at Mexican Samurai standing over me.

Alex Mark
I’m.. I’m going to kill you someday!

The Mexican Samurai
Someday never comes soon enough.

He stomped me to the chest, holding his foot against me, forcing me down. He checked his watch, then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one up, then looked down at me. He picked me up and threw me into a nearby dumpster where I bashed my head.

The Mexican Samurai
Let me give you something as a reminder, that way when someday comes, you’ll be ready.

He took his cigarette and used it to burn my hand. He finished me off by delivering a knee to my face, knocking me out. Eventually I awoke from my unconscious state, looking around. I realized what happened, and tried to get up, still woozy.

Alex Mark
Oh no, the main event!

I staggered towards the arena and tried to open the doors, but they were locked. I gave a few more pulls but it was pointless. I reach into my pockets, digging around, then I pull out my ticket. I smiled and ran around the arena, going as fast as I could to the entrance. I ran up the steps and stopped at the door, handing my ticket to the security.

Alex Mark
Is it too late for the main event?

“The main event has started already.”

They scan my ticket, but the security guard shakes her head.

“Your ticket has already been scanned, once you leave the building you can‘t re enter.”

Alex Mark
Are you kidding me?

“That‘s the rule.”

Alex Mark
Would it make any difference if I told you my father was Johnny Styles and that he’s about to be ripped off in the biggest match of his entire life!?

“Yes it would, go right in!”

Alex Mark
Really?

“No!”

I backed away from the door, completely heartbroken and disappointed. But I had gotten so close and knew I couldn’t give up yet. I ran towards the arena and pushed through the door.

“HEY! STOP THAT KID!”

I rushed into the arena and towards the section where I was seated. I hurried down steps, trying to get a view of the ring, but everyone in the arena was standing, booing.

Alex Mark
That’s not good..

I jumped down a section of steps, almost falling as I landed. I was getting closer to the ringside area. I jumped a barrier and landed on the arena floor, still looking towards the ring, hoping to catch even the slightest view of what was happening. I was just too short. I ran to through the crowd, people bumping into me, blocking my path. I pushed through and ran to the barricade. I could finally see the ring..

Johnny was laid out ringside. The powers that be had attacked him and laid him out. They placed his ankle inside the steel chair and took turns pounding on it, continuously shoving he microphone in his face after each blow. Johnny refused to say it, he refused to let Jada down.

I tried to jump the barricade, but a security guard pushed me back. I looked at the stage as Joe directed the crowd to, only to see the steamroller drive out and begin to roll down the ramp. They threatened to run his foot over, ending his career. The steamroller got closer and closer, until finally…

Johnny Stylez
I QUIT!!

The steamroller stopped, but the booing continued. Fans began to throw things at the powers that be, but the battle was over. Joe took Jada and dragged her by her arm up the ramp, the World Title in his hands. Johnny laid on the ringside floor, having just given up his wife to the man he hated most.

The Best Story Never Told
Chapter 2
In need of a true friend
Friday, November 26th 2010
Long Beach, California

Jason Hawk
That’s fucked up!

Nick Ridicule
Yeah, tell me about it.

I pulled off the highway down the exit to the airport.

Jason Hawk
So, Joe got Jada and what happened?

Nick Ridicule
They made a sex tape. Apparently everything I said to Jada got her hopes up that night. When Johnny lost, she lost faith in Johnny. They were divorced about a month later.

Jason Hawk
What about you?

Nick Ridicule
He adopted me a week later for my thirteenth birthday. We moved to Boston a few days after that. Then during one of the shows in Seattle, he met Samantha and the two of them fell in love. We ended up moving to Seattle for her for awhile.

I drive up to the ticket booth and take one so I can park my car. We enter the parking garage and I look at Hawk.

Nick Ridicule
How are you going to get home?

Jason Hawk
I’ll take a cab or something. Just make sure you do whatever it takes to make sure Kat and Ashley are safe. Mostly Kat, cause Ashley is a bitch.

I park the car and reach to the back seat, where I grab my backpack. I look at Jason.

Nick Ridicule
I’ll get them back.

I exit the vehicle and watch as Hawk does the same thing on the other side of the car. He shuts his door and walks to the sidewalk. I shut my door and join him.

Nick Ridicule
Guess this is it.

Jason Hawk
Guess it is. Bye.

Jason waves and walks away. He walks over to an elevator and hit’s the button, crossing his arms as he waits. I enter the airport, walking through the automatic sliding glass doors. Only fifty plus hours to make it to Ashley.

To Be Continued…

THE MATCH
THE STREAK STOPPER

Johnny used to say, “There‘s a funny thing about passing the torch. It‘s never passed, it‘s taken.” Those were words I never really understood until now. I passed my torch off, to the man I believed would take the industry to levels never before seen.

I passed my torch, the same way Brenton Cyrus passed his torch in 2009. The difference between the passes is that his torch got to keep burning. Corey Casey, love him or hate him, is the most reliable and consistent threat in the history of wrestling.

Sure, you could add a few names to that list, but Corey Casey helped carry the industry in 2010. He lived up to the hype that he was given in the end of ‘09, because he showed he would only improve in 2010.

I passed my torch to Brandon Macdonald. I made him the center of a master plan that went perfectly from start to finish. I felt that he would be able to carry the weight of the world into 2011, doing things no man had ever accomplished.

I was wrong.

I tried to pass the torch, I tried to break the code of that quote.

“It‘s never passed, it‘s taken.”

Not realizing there was a very good reason for that. Because when you pass the torch too early, you run the risk of it burning out. That’s exactly what happened. I passed a torch off to Brandon, but the flame was too much for him to handle. The pressure of being the number one man, of being the guy that everyone puts under a microscope, it was all too much for him.

So the flame dimmed. The industry took a massive hit. And I can only blame myself. So for all of you who thanked me just a few months ago, I’m going to return your thanks with an apology.

I’m sorry.

You all put your faith in me, who put my faith in someone else. Him letting me down, is me letting all of you down. But never fear, cause superman is here. The days of Lex Luthor and his KryptoNick are over and a new day is coming.

We have all been waiting for it. We have all been begging for it. We are going to get it.

The return of the No Limit Wrestling Federation!

Fight the World will seem like a bad dream… no, I take that back. It will seem like a bad nightmare after the NLWF returns and brings wrestling back to its shining glory! Ashley and I have never been so excited for something.

NLWF run by the Duo of Destruction!

In order to achieve that though, I’m going to need my torch back to light up the dark road ahead. The road to War Games III. Superman has got to put an end to Lex Luthor, he’s got to put an end to the Canadian domination, eh.

At Legends of the Fall I was put in the most difficult position of my entire life. I was put inside The End Game with a man I didn’t have any problem with. I was booked in The End Game against a man I considered my best friend.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t be the guy who stopped him, after I had spent three months taking beatings to get him over. So I threw the match. I fought nowhere near what I’m capable of, and I lost.

You see, KryptoNick is for real. It was first mentioned in the 2010 Match of the Year, between myself and Chuck Matthews. But what people don’t know, is what it takes to have KryptoNick. They thought Chuck had it at ROR, and for awhile he did.

KrytoNick is nothing more than being someone close to me. At ROR, I fought Chuck Matthews, a guy who meant more to me than any other man I’ve ever met. I was the guy who could see no evil in him, despite all the evil things he did, or that people were telling me he did.

He almost had the KrytoNick, however I had an ace in the hole. I had a plan, and it got me out of the match with a victory. That plan, no matter how low down it was, worked and would eventually lead us to City of Evil, where it culminated.

As time has rolled by though, I’ve started to see things about Brandon that I don’t like. Now with the mention of him leaving wrestling, you can only imagine how fired up I am. After everything I’ve done for him, after everything I sacrificed, that’s the thanks I get?

I have a quick question, before I continue, getting to the juicy stuff.

This question is for Brandon, and maybe even Anna could answer it.

Ready?

How can you walk away from the wrestling industry, with broken legs?

That’s a fair question! This match isn’t NLWF vs. FTW, this is NLWF vs. Death of the wrestling business. If FTW somehow prevails, that’ll be the end of everything. Brandon walks away with all the titles, with a company, with his douche Canadian smile and wife who doesn’t do much of anything. Everyone else gets left in the gutter.

So I’ll say it again.

To all of those who believed in me.

To all of those who believed in my master plan.

I’m sorry.

But I should have seen it coming in a lot of ways. Who the fuck did Brandon beat in his half a year stretch with the company? He got a couple of wins over Chuck, just like I did. He beat up on Ruben a few times. Lost to my wife. Beat me in a fixed fight, while I beat him in the UFC, ending his streak.

Looks like I’ll have to channel my inner Styles this week. Force everyone to call me the streak stopper.

This is technically the rubber match between us. I won at UFC 123 and you won at Legends of the Fall! Now we add our significant others to the equation to see who really is the best in the business.

Game FUCKING on.

How many Canadians does it take to screw in a light bulb?

None.

Nick Ridicule changes the bulb and the Canadian just soaks up the spotlight like a sponge.

That’s actually a pretty good way to describe Brandon’s personality. He was like a sponge. A dry sponge at that. The worst thing about dry sponges is it’s easy to see when they’ve been splashed by someone else’s brilliance.

The sponge soaks up what it likes from someone else, then adds it to themselves and tries to pass it off as fresh water.

You know what that makes me?

A FUCKING WATERFALL!

You were begging to dip your sponge in my water, but what you didn’t realize is how fast a sponge fills up with water. Pretty soon you were overflowing, but never once were you the waterfall. Just a fucking pretender who got a quick splash.

THEFUCKOUTTAHERE!

No one needs you. No one cares you’re leaving. In fact, your announcement has only brought back some of the fans we lost because of you. When the day is darkest, true colors can’t be seen. Only when the sun is shining bright, are the colors revealed.

I’m starting to see color again. I’m starting to feel that wind beneath me, the fire burning inside. I want my torch back, because you clearly couldn’t handle the weight of it. Your time is up, but nice try. You’ll be receiving your consolation prize in the mail.

I’m sure that looks familiar to you, it’s the same prize you got in the special Olympics, isn’t that right? Also I’m sure it’s the same prize you give Anna in bed each and every night when you finish before her.

The gloves are off, if you can’t tell. I don’t need any friends, I don’t need any partners, and I don’t need you Brandon. You’ll see, in time, just like everyone that it’s you who needs me. It’s the wrestling industry that needs me. It’s the fans that need me.

You’re just runner up when compared to Nick Ridicule and that’s the way it’s always going to be. You’ll be remembered as a skid mark in the underwear of a bad NLWF year.

What do you want from me?

You don’t get an apology from me and you never will, because after this I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being sorry.

This is the last apology I’ll ever give and it’s to all of those people who I promised change to. It’s to all of those people who thought wrestling was going somewhere special, following the hell Bad Company put it through.

All the people who were forced to finish the year watching the Brandon Macdonald era. What I’m labeling as the WORST era in professional wrestling history! That’s who deserves an apology. It’s my fault this guy took over and I’m willing to take responsibility and apologize.

I’m also willing to fight for what I lost. Fight to right the wrongs of 2010, with one win that will be more influential than Brandon Mandonald’s entire career.

The glory days are returning. If Brandon Macdonald represents everything that was bad about 2010 and I represents everything that is good. I will prevail.

The future depends on one simple question.

It’s a question that has been asked since the very beginning and one that will live on forever as the most important question in life.

I know the answer to this question now, after searching my entire life for it.

The question is this…

Are you saved?

It is not a question of how good you are, nor if you are a church member, but are you saved?

After years of searching, I can tell you yes.

For me…

As for the rest of you.

Only time will tell.

As for Brandon Macdonald and his wife.

The answer is no.

The Best Story Never Told: Chapter 2: Part 2

The Best Story Never Told: Chapter 2: Part 2

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