☆ HYPOCRITES & COWARDS... NO SURPRISE THERE!

Warrior Games is literally in twenty four hours away and there was so much set to take place. Most fans had their attention on the main events of the evening. Shark versus Carter, Psycho versus Cyrus, and Hart versus Ridicule being the main attractions and the matches with the most attention on them – it was understandable for the obvious reasons. However there were a lot of undercard matches that were just as big as those main events.

For example the Open Invitational match which is supposed to feature Hostyle Jones versus Chuck Matthews. At the very moment Hostyle is one of the biggest names that are up and coming in NLWF. Then of course there’s the returning Chuck Matthews. Yes, that’s right the former NLWF Champion and World Heavyweight Champion, Chuck Matthews is returning to the company. A lot of people seemed to be dick riding the guy and seemed to be excited for him.

But as big as Chuck Matthews might be in NLWF there’s an even bigger star about to make his debut to the company. With Jones versus Matthews being billed as an Open Invitational match that was all the leverage that wrestling icon and legend, Michael Harris needed to throw his name in the hat. Harris is without a doubt one of the biggest names to ever exist in the professional wrestling world considering the fact he’s done it all and won it al.

Over 20 World Championships to his name, main evented everywhere there is to main event, sold out shows, and so forth. It had been a while – probably about a year or more since Harris really made a mark on the business. There’s no better time and there’s no better place than NLWF to reclaim the glory one once had and show what one can do upon people that have never seen you work before and hasn’t had a chance to see what legacy you possess.

It was true that at Warrior Games when Harris inserted himself into the match. That these people would get to see firsthand what he was all about and what he could do. In one night he had a chance to shut a up and comer like Hostyle down and he had the ability to do it with ease. He also had a chance to show the world that Chuck Matthews wasn’t all that great and that his hype was nothing more than just that compared to someone like the Untouchable One.

Course that was merely opinions for now, but once the match rolled around that’s when opinions became facts. Which one of these men would leave with a victory? Can Hostyle keep his up and comer status going and defeat two icons of the business? Will Matthews stroll right back into NLWF and pick up where he left off a few years ago? Or will Harris come in bitch slap them both into a black abyss and erase their existence from NLWF? Only time will tell come this Sunday.

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☆ IT’S BEEN A WHILE
[ Date: March 28th, 2013 ]

One thing that Michael Harris had never gotten over in his thirty two years of life is how his father was taken from him at just eighteen years old. It was something that he still dealt with today as a young adult and the fifteen year anniversary of his father’s death was right around the corner. It was always a hard time for him to deal with but he managed to make it through every year for nearly fifteen.

With a few days before having to fly up to Toronto he decided now was the best time to ‘check in’ on his father. He hadn’t been t the graveside in probably a year. It was a bit of a chilly day as he walked through the graveyard slowly but with a steady pace. Within seconds he found himself standing there at the spot his father was buried and looking at the headstone there before him. He placed his hand on the top of it as he began speaking.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Hey there dad. It’s been a while.”

To some people in the world it might have been completely and utterly useless or considered dumb to see a person talk to a grave. That was their right to make that opinion but it doesn’t mean that it’s correct. Nor does it mean that’s the same way to other people. Clearly in Harris’s mind he could connect with his father in that way and that’s all that mattered to him.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “You know you would figure that over time this would have gotten easier for me, but it hasn’t. You’ve been gone nearly fifteen years. I still hate pulling into this cemetery. I still hate walking through these rows. I still hate having to come here to see you. I know that you’d be sixty three and probably not in too good of health, but I’d rather you be here alive at sixty three and in a nursing home or a hospital where I could see you alive whenever I wanted. Sad reality is that’ll never happen.”

He shook his head a bit as he removed his hand from the top of the tombstone and slid both hands in his pocket just looking down at the tombstone where it featured his father’s name, his birthdate, death date, and a picture of him. That picture is one of his favorite pictures of his father and is how he chose to remember him as far as his looks went.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “But at least I can say that I know that you’re looking down on me and you are proud of everything I have become. I chased the dream that only you supported me in. I succeeded when you were the only one that believed in me. If it wasn’t for your encouragement, if it wasn’t for you backing me up, and if it wasn’t for you pushing to achieve any and all goals that I had then I wouldn’t have become the legend that I am today in the sport of professional wrestling. I truly do owe all of that success to you. I just wish that you were here to celebrate it with me.”

Every title Harris had won, he always wanted to call his father. Every big main event he competed in, he wanted his father at. He might be a thirty two year old man but his father was his everything and his father was his idol. It truly wasn’t growing up to be the man that he was without his father around but for the most part he turned out alright.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “But that’s life… however I did decide to go back. I signed a deal with NLWF that I couldn’t really pass up. I know Carmen isn’t happy with me and that’s understandable with the baby being due in August. But I feel like I have just a little more left to give and with Jayden and Mikahalia being old enough now to watch me wrestle. I want to give them a few memories of their own to remember instead of me showing them pictures and videos. I do know that I’m wrestling on borrowed time. I know that I won’t be able to do this forever. I know that eventually I won’t be able to compete at the level I was once on. But while I can I’m going to take advantage of it.”

What he said was the truth and it was no different than anything else in life. Michael Jordan was a basketball legend but he eventually got to the point he couldn’t be what he used to be. Babe Ruth was the same way. So was Bret Favre, Mark McGuire, and Scottie Pippen. That’s the way of the world especially in sports. Eventually everyone has to deal with the same situation.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “You always taught me that opportunities weren’t something that were given to you. They were something that you had to find and they were something you had to make the most of yourself. That was the quickest way to get what you wanted, it was the fastest way to go where you wanted, and it got you respect right off the bat. That is something that I carry with me today and it is something that I use in the world of wrestling more than you know. Especially with this Warrior Games event that’s coming up in NLWF. I wasn’t booked and I wasn’t asked if I wanted to be on the card. That’s why, I’m going to insert myself into the open invitational match. That’s an opportunity and a way to get my foot in the door so to speak. I’d be completely and utterly ignorant to not take that opportunity and make the most of it.”

He nodded a bit to himself as he thought about the chance that was lying right there before him. Had he not seen the opportunity himself, or had he not even bothered to think of it as an opportunity while his father was alive. There’s no doubt his father would have smacked him in the back of the head for not using his head and then point out where his son could have taken advantage of an opportunity but he had to do it on his own and he learned this skill a long time ago.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Thing is Hostyle Jones and Chuck Matthews, the two men that are set to compete in this match. The two men that are actually billed as being a part of the show lack a pair of balls. I figured the moment I called them out and the moment that I let it known I was entering the match they’d all have something to say. It’d drive them and motivate them, but clearly that’s not the case. It’s either scared them into further hiding and therefore proving that they didn’t deserve to have a spot on the card in the first place, or they are the silent type that backs all their actions up when they get into the ring. Even then though the silent type have a thing or two to say, they make sure that people know what their plan is and know what the deal is going to be even if it’s just a few words. These two are like Isaac Bongartz… mutes.”

Anyone that knew Harris and knew what happened in the last promotion that he worked for knew what he meant by that. Some would laugh, some would take offense to it but deep down it was what it was. All he really cared about was Hostyle and Chuck showing up and showing him the respect that he deserved but it looked like that might not happen.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “But I have learned that a lot of people tend to get more hype than they actually deserve. A lot of these guys like Matthews and Jones that are billed as something great end up falling flat on their faces when they get in the ring with someone that really is great and that really is talented. I believe that’s going to be the case this time around but that’s if these two actually bother to show up. If this is what they are going to do leading up to a match then that just proves that neither one of them are that great. It also proves that neither one of them would stand a chance against me even if they did step through those ring ropes. Guess, we’ll see what happens but I do know for sure that I’m coming to win. I’m aiming to make sure that my return to this business starts off the way it needs to start off with a big bang.”

That’s how anyone’s career should start off. It doesn’t matter if they were returning or if they were just starting. A big bang or a big statement for those that aren’t catching on was the thing that mattered the most. It was the single thing that got people’s attention and it was the single thing that made you stand out from all the rest. That would certainly be the case with Harris. He wanted to stand out but it was just a matter of making it happen.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “I wish I could stay longer Dad, but before long it’s going to look weird just talking to a grave when you aren’t going to answer me back. Not to mention I’ve got to take Carmen to a doctor’s appointment. We may end up finding out with the sex of the baby is. I’m sure I’ll update on it. Next time I come out here, either way old man. I love you, I miss you, and be sure to tell God to order NLWF’s pay per view. Watch me do what I do best.”

On that note he patted to the top of the tombstone and then turned around to walk away. It was no surprise that he didn’t stay long. His visits were always very short and for the obvious reasons. Truth be told it tore him a part that his father wasn’t there to enjoy the things he did in his life with him. It was the same heartbreak he dealt with every single year but somehow someway always managed to overcome it all. This would just be another year, and besides he was going to have something to put his attention on soon enough.

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Chuckie, Chuckie, Chuckie…

Here we are less than twenty four hours away from our match and you’ve said literally nothing – unless you count the useless trash talk on twitter with your little pals. I do believe I told you that wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Much like I told you it wasn’t going to get you anywhere for you to keep using the same useless jokes about me being a rip off of you. It’d be funny if you’d been around longer than me or have done more than me but seeing as that’s not the case.

Now, I’m usually not one to pay attention to twitter. Sure, I have one like most people and it is for networking situations. It isn’t like I use it all day long like I have nothing else to do with my life. But since you love to talk shit on there. It seems to be the only place you can do most of your damage. That along with you tagging me I decided to actually pay attention to the crap you talked but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Hell, it didn’t faze me since it was the same shit.

But I did happen to catch a few things that came off either hypocritical, confusing as fuck, or overall just made you sound like a complete and utter dumbass. With that being said I would like to take this time to expose you in front of the entire NLWF. I’d like to expose you to all of those that ride your dick like Shark. I’d like to expose those that kiss your ass and think you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. I’m about to show the entire world what you truly are.



Let’s go ahead and start with this first set of tweets from the 25th of this month. You wanted to know what a Michael Harris was - which I later took upon myself to explain to you because that’s what kind of person I am. But then the following tweet is what did you in. That’s when you first started in with the lame insult of me being a replica / rip off of you that makes zero sense. However the part about me coming out of your ass is the weirdest analogy anyone could use.

Not only is it the weirdest analogy someone could of used, but it makes you sound like a fucking faggot. You must have an obsession with men going in your ass in the first place in order for you to have an obsession with them coming out of your ass. Trust it’s not my place to judge. It is 2013 and all that good shit. I might not personally care for faggots but to each of their own. I can see the way you and Shark suck each other off on twitter.

Wouldn’t surprise me if you’re doing it in real life and seeing as you got men coming out of your ass… I’m going to go out on a limb here and say Shark’s the pitcher. You’re the catcher. It be what it be like I said I’m not one to judge, but that’s just the very beginning of you proving what kind of person you are. It gets a little more interesting and in fact it isn’t long before you proving to be a hypocrite came into play.



So, let’s get this straight you don’t talk before your matches? Yet the tweet before that is basically a little bit of trash talk. You wanted this company to stroke your ego off. Tell me how great you are and tell me about all the mistakes I’m making. Then you imply that I’m a retard. Not to mention you had already did trash talking when you called me a cheap knock off of you. On top of that all the other shit that you’ve said about me and the jokes you’ve cracked on twitter with Shark.

Now correct me if I’m wrong, because I’ve got no problem being wrong if it’s the truth. If you claim you don’t talk before your matches because it’s too cliché then wouldn’t that mean you have never cut a promo before any match you’ve ever had right? Then that would mean people never have a reason to give a fuck about your matches? Yet you’re supposedly so great and people buy into it so much. That doesn’t make a lick of sense at all.

On top of that if you don’t talk before your matches because it’s too cliché then wouldn’t that mean that you wouldn’t have said anything at all? It doesn’t matter if it was in promo form, it doesn’t matter if it was a television interview. It doesn’t matter if it was on twitter. No talking before your matches because it’s too cliché means exactly what. You say nothing about your match and your opponents. You didn’t do that. You proved that you are a hypocrite and proved that your word can’t be trusted ever.

Not to mention it also seems like you want to break the fourth wall. It seems like you wanted to break kayfabe there with the whole villain comments. Basically, you’re trying to hint to who’s a heel and who’s a face along with trying to blur the lines like you are some kind of slick prick. Well, let me tell you something Chuckster. The last thing you want to do with me is break character. You don’t want to try and be slick with your comments. Because I know more about you than you might think I do and I’ll bury you so fucking quick you’ll wish to god that you never crossed that line with me. Congrats on being a complete tool but it doesn’t end there.





You seemingly took offense to when I called you out for being associated with IWF and the cocksucker that is Corey Casey. That’s when you threw out there that you didn’t work for the company IWF. Okay fine, I never really said that you did. I just said you have and that you were associated with Corey Casey, but then you tweet the old bitch himself and make a comment about being the brains of the operation. Now that would imply that you somehow someway have your hands in some kind of day to day operations involving IWF.

Now correct me if I’m wrong because there could be a chance that’s the case. However the last time I checked when someone had their hand in the day to day operations with any company it doesn’t matter where then that would mean that they somehow someway work for the company which is basically what you are implying even though you are denying it. Sure, you might not be an actual wrestler. Sure, you might not actually be competing but you are involved with the company somehow. You are giving ideas suggestions or whatever. Therefore you are under contract – which makes you a liar because you claim you don’t work there.

The other tweet kind of goes hand in hand with the shit you keep saying about not working for IWF and it goes along with you pretty much proving without a doubt you’re a fucking queer. I mean seriously this is 2013 and you’re singing Backstreet Boys? That was cool in the early 00s but is the furthest thing from cool now. Bet money you sing BSB songs into Shark’s ear at night… right after he turns your asshole into a gaping twelve inch hole you fucking faggot. Also, if you don’t work for a company? Why the fuck would you get praised for something? Let me guess, you’ll just say that all the IWF people praise you on twitter for your ability to copy and paste lyrics in your tweets?

Is that what you’re going to go with? Or maybe you’ll just stick to the saying that you were around certain IWFs when you decided to break out in BSB song? Either way, you’ll do anything you can to attempt to drive that point home that you don’t work there, that you don’t associate with them, and that you aren’t Corey Casey’s personal fuck toy. But as long as you contradict yourself and put out there otherwise then you aren’t going to be able to fool someone like me and I’m going to call you on your shit every single motherfucking time. Can’t wait to see what you have to say next.




Now that one tweet… the awkward moment when you are booked in a company that you don’t work for. Are you trying to imply that you didn’t know you were booked in NLWF? Are you trying to imply that you weren’t reached out to or you didn’t reach out to NLWF to be a part of the Warrior Games event? Are you trying to act like this was just something that caught you completely off guard? Or are you trying to cover up for being booked somewhere else like say IWF? I’d take my guess and say that it’s the latter but I’ve already bashed you for being a hypocrite and already pointed out how much of a liar you truly are. So therefore I’ll go ahead and play stupid. I’ll go ahead and run with it like you didn’t know or whatever.

Well flat out I’d call you a liar and there’s no way you were shocked about it. Sure, there’s a chance that you don’t want your little butt-buddy Corey Casey knowing that you signed on for a match here in NLWF. Cause I’m sure he’d have a meltdown and a total bitch fit. I am sure that you are trying to do anything you can to hide it that way you don’t get heat but fuck you and fuck that situation because I’m going to expose you because I can and because I don’t give a flying fuck what happens to you. So, cut the crap you knew all about this match and you knew that you were coming to NLWF even if it’s a one off kind of appearance and trust I know this is one of your stomping grounds.

I’m not that stupid. I only said what I said about you not being relevant to rattle your chain and sure enough it worked because it got you talking on twitter. I know what you’ve done here and what you’ve accomplished. Still, it’s minor compared to what I have done and what I have accomplished but you’ve still done something which is more than a lot of people can say. I also know that you are on some kind of roll. Something like seventeen wins and zero losses. I give you props for that, but that’s based on you only working a few matches here or there. It isn’t like you’re working a weekly schedule or anything. It isn’t all that impressive but it has some depth to it.

Well, on that note I feel the need to inform you that I’m the one in seventeen and one. I’m the guy that’s going to end that little undefeated streak you are on. I’m the guy that’s going to shut all this down and that’s going to send you packing back to Chicago. I’m going to be the guy that forces you into hiding and forces you into early retirement. You might think I’m full of shit and you might even think that I’m just talking out my ass just to do so but the truth is you really have no idea who I am or what I am capable of. Soon enough though you’re going to find out.

And as for that last tweet… it again makes you sound like a moron. You talk about being on this tour you’re on and you talk about not caring about championships but that you just care about beating champions. Well, how the fuck does that make sense in this match? You aren’t facing a champion. Hostyle doesn’t hold a title and neither do I. You could say something about being former champions but that’d be weird and wouldn’t make any more sense than what you make now. Point of the matter is you can’t go on tour and care about beating champions when you’re in a match that doesn’t feature champions. Though I think I have come to somewhat understand ChuckLogic.

It doesn’t make any sense and it never will, but in the mind of Chuck. You’re right and everyone else is wrong, well newsflash kid that’s not how the world works. That’s not how this works and then the moment that you step into the ring with me. You’re going to find out firsthand that ChuckLogic is a complete and total fail. It can’t and it won’t save you from what I’m going to do and to be quite honest I know I’m leaving the winner. It’s just a matter of how I’m going to win and it’s been while since I’ve actually won by knock out.

Almost five years exactly. I think it’s time I load up the right hand and put you on your fucking ass then bury you six feet under where you belong. Keep in mind though Chuck, there’s nothing you can do and there’s nothing that you can say that’s going to change things around. You’ll be like the little engine that THOUGHT he could but in the end you’ll fail. You’ll continue to fail and that’s just how it’s going to be. But I know you and I know that you’re questioning it wanting to know why I feel that way and why I feel the way I do and that’s actually a simple answer. It’s because…

I WAS BORN BETTER THAN YOU!

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☆ CONGRATULATIONS
[ Date: March 28th, 2013 ]

Carmen laid there on the table as the doctor ran his ‘magic’ wand aka the stick that went to the ultrasound across her ever so growing pregnant belly. She had a grip on her husband Michael’s hand as the two looked at the monitor where they could see their little buddle of joy growing. After a few more minutes of running this device across her stomach their doctor pulled it away, wiped it down to be as sterile as possible.

Then he proceeded to wipe away the remaining goo off of Carmen’s belly. Tossing the paper towels in the trash right quick the doctor turned back to look at the two of them with a smile on his face. Michael and Carmen stood there waiting patiently for the news if any all that he would have to deliver to them.

☆ DOCTOR ANDREW THOMAS: “Well everything is moving along real nicely in the pregnancy. You’re healthy and the baby is healthy at six months along. But more importantly I’d like to say congratulations on the sex of the child. Mr. and Mrs. Harris, I am honored to tell you… you’re having a boy.”

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “A boy ... another boy. A healthy baby boy. That's amazing. Gracias, doctor!”

She beamed, her hand resting on her heavier belly. She'd pulled her shirt down to cover most of her ever-growing baby bump, which was still glistening with the gel. In her usual nature, it was still a top that was just a little too short, exposing the bottom of her larger stomach.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “Mik is not going to be happy ... I have the perfect idea for our new nursery. Light blue walls, white lettering on the walls, maybe a book shelf and a rocking chair for late night feedings…”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Well, it looks like we’re going to have a lot of planning to do, and you are right about that. Mik isn’t going to be pleased with either one of us over this news.”

☆ DOCTOR ANDREW THOMAS: “Once again congrats to the both of you, now if you wouldn’t mind I have somewhere to be right about now. I’ll leave you two to have a few moments and gather up your things. When you’re ready to go just let my nurse know and she’ll get you your next appointment set up.”

At that point the doctor got up and excused himself from the room closing the door behind him. Carmen tried to sit up on the table but with her growing baby bump. It was hard for her to get up on her own cue the loving husband that Michael was as he helped pull her up. Carmen was just smiling from ear to ear which was quite contagious as Michael himself couldn’t help smiling.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Another Harris to stomp around the house. We’re taking over beautiful.”

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “The LAST one. This pregnancy is really taking it's toll on me, and the house is getting pretty full, honey ...”

She spoke, somewhat winded from her much heavier body weight. With both hands on her bump, she tossed some of her caramel-colored tresses away from her face, glancing up at her husband with a smile.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “I am NOT doing this again! I feel like a beach ball.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “You love sex way too much in the first place to even deny me. You love the D and you proudly admit it all the time. Accidents do happen… this was a case of just that.”

Well, it wasn’t an accident at all. He intentionally knocked her up but at the same time she wasn’t saying no either. Therefore she was just as much at fault as he was. With a small peck on her lips, Harris took a couple steps back as he had something that he had to explain to her.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “As happy as I am and as much as I don’t want to ruin our day or the mood, but I feel like I need to tell you something. I know you weren’t happy with me going back to wrestling, but you’re really not going to be happy when I tell you I’m not going to be home for Easter this Sunday.”

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “Beg pardon?”

She asked, with a look of complete shock having washed over her face. Carmen's arms had dropped, her shoulders slumping as she looked at him. Had he been anybody else - they would've gotten verbally abused without so much as a care in regards to hurt feelings. But her husband was held to a different standard.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “So the kids are going to be with their mom, you're going off to God knows where ... and I'm stuck at home, all alone, going into my third trimester?!”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “… I’ll be in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.”

Of course that wasn’t going to make the situation any better at all. However it was what it was and he was prepared to deal with it however it came about. Right now she seemed rather calm and he was hoping it’d stay that way. Not just for his sake but because it wasn’t good on her or the baby for her to get upset.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “I really didn’t expect to be working on a holiday, and technically I don’t have to be at NLWF’s Warrior Games, but there’s an open invitational match. It’s my chance to make my mark and my chance to get myself back out there. Work off the ring rust if you will.”

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “You don't HAVE to go?!”

She was fuming. Raking her hands through her long curls, Carmen bites that acidic tongue, and resolves with a simple pout. Her sad, brown eyes lock onto his green ones.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “So I get to be all alone on Easter, while you're in the third world? Nevermind the delicious feast I had prepared for you ... and Easter dinner, as well ...”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “I know baby, I know. I’m a bad husband and I’m sorry, but you know how I am. I don’t pass up an opportunity when there’s one right there before my face.”

I hated when she got sad and I hated the pout face. It made me feel worse than I already did. Something that Carmen knew and therefore she used it to her advantage all the time. I tried to remain as cool as I could cause I didn’t want her to know she was close to breaking me.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “But I promise you that I’m going to call every day. I promise that leading up to me leaving that you’ll have my attention. I promise that the first thing I do when I get home is give you the one thing you fell in love with me about. I don’t have too many years left to do this. Please, support me?”

She scowled wickedly, even obviously grimacing at the word "years." Still. As a wrestler herself, before pregnancy had prevented her from continuing her blossoming career, Carmen folded her arms underneath her chest, defiantly.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “... Fine."

She sucked on her teeth, doing her best not to send a dirty look his way.

☆ CARMEN HARRIS: “But if you think I'm waiting til you get home, you're crazy. I'm still fit enough to be able to get in an airport bathroom stall ..."

The foul-mouthed Latina grabbed at her shawl and threw it over her shoulders, wrapping herself up in it as she waddled her heavier frame towards the door. She pulled the door open and walked right on our slamming it behind her. Sure she wasn’t happy with him but in the end she got the final word and she got the final say so. Harris stood there with a small little smirk as he shook his head and then spoke to himself.

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “And that’s why I love her.”

He loved women with attitude as much as he loved women that were extremely hot. Carmen fit both of those qualities which is why he put up with so much of her shit. It was the reason she was knocked up, the reason she was married to him, and the reason they fucked like rabbits. Well, now that she had made up her mind and made it clear she was going along for the ride so to speak. He was going to make sure without a doubt he was ready. His woman being there was just extra motivation. It was time for the Harris Era be unleashed on NLWF in full swing.

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Hostyle Jones

You are meant to be a main stay here in NLWF. You are a kid with potential from what I have heard. You are meant to be an up and comer of this company. You are a kid with so much hype and apparently people saw going so many places but to be quite honest I haven’t seen a goddamn thing from you. I haven’t seen anything that has given me a reason to believe the hype or to believe anything that’s been said about you by anyone. In fact all I’m getting is that you are a scared little bitch and you lack of a pair of balls much like Chuck Matthews.

You were chosen as someone to represent this company when it comes to this open invitational. That means you were handpicked to fight in honor of NLWF. It doesn’t matter if it’s against those that are on the outside walls of this company. It doesn’t matter if it’s against supposed that’s a former star returning for one night. It doesn’t even matter if it’s against a new guy. That is your job and that’s what you are supposed to do but you aren’t doing that at all. You are failing something miserable.

But to be quite honest it doesn’t surprise me, not in the least bit. Like I have said all along I have been in this business long enough to know that when most guys are over hyped and most guys that are billed as something great always end up being less than that. They end up falling flat on their faces. They end up letting themselves down and everyone else around them that stood by them. You are no different Hostyle and you fit this bill perfectly which like I said isn’t a surprise.

You’ve had an entire week to show me what you were made of. You’ve had an entire week to show me exactly what you were. You had an entire week to show me that you were everything that everyone said that you was and you failed to do that. You failed to do so by being the silent bitch made type. You proved nothing aside from the fact that you are a failure. You proved nothing aside from the fact that you shouldn’t have been put in the position that you were in. You proved nothing aside from the fact that you are just going to be someone I destroy with ease within that ring.

Now sure, I know what you are thinking and I know what others are thinking as well. Like I said I have been around a long time and I have been around the block a couple times. You have all got it stuck in your head that just because someone wasn’t vocal about a match and just because someone chose to be silent doesn’t mean that they aren’t talented once they get in the ring. You are all convinced that the whole actions speak louder than words logic. Normally, I would agree with that but that’s not the case this time around. Nor will it be the case should Hostyle actually bother to show up for our match and it’s a simple reasoning.

That reasoning has everything to do with the hype that he got. No one in the world gets that much hype and is put in the position that Hostyle was put in and then goes quiet until a match rolls around. No, if that was the case Hostyle would have been bragging about being chosen to represent the company in such a match. He’d be bragging about how he was going to take Chuck Matthews down and any other person that tried to enter the match. Hostyle would be on clown nine with his ego and wouldn’t pass up the chance to pop off at the mouth. But I know what really happened, aside from the obvious.

What truly happened was the pressure got to be too much for Hostlye, once he realized how much was on him and how much hype he got. He started to panic and he started to question himself. Then once he found God-Almighty himself Chuck was in the match that’s when he started to have piss run down his leg a little bit. That’s when the doubt started to increase just a little bit more. Then things took a turn for the moment that Hostyle found out that I had been added to the match. Once he realized who I was and what I was all about the poor son of a bitch shit his pants, decided to give up, and went into hiding.

Well to be quite honest kid, I don’t blame you for shitting your pants and running away. I don’t blame you for realizing that you were out matched and realizing that you didn’t have a chance. I don’t blame you for realizing that you didn’t deserve the hype and that you weren’t anything people tried to claim that you was, but I do warn you now. You stayed silent this entire time… don’t change things up now. Just stay silent and better yet don’t even bother up for the match. Show your true colors. Show how much of a coward you really are. Go ahead and let NLWF see you for what your worth which isn’t a damn thing. Then that way this company will do the right thing which is release your pathetic ass and save this company from spending money on someone that doesn’t deserve it. You’re just lucky I’m not running things Hostyle because you’d done been out the door.

I am everything that I say that I am. I back up every single word that comes out of my mouth. I live the hype that I am. Best believe that when this match is over that NLWF will see that they didn’t waste their time on me. They will see that they got every bit of money out of me. They will see that they made the right decision when they signed me to a deal that I couldn’t refuse. Inisde that ring, outside that ring, in the bedroom, or wherever else I never disappoint. This time will be no different. Look at it this way Hostyle, if you show up for whatever reason. Your ass is grass, and I’m the lawnmower. You’ve got no fucking chance at survival you spineless little bitch!

On that note… I’ll see you real soon, cocksucker.

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☆ THIS ONE’S FOR YOU KID
[ Date: March 29th, 2013 ]

Beep… beep… beep

Went the sound of the machine that looked over the vitals of Calvin Harris – the nephew of Michael Harris and professional wrestler. Last week while driving home Calvin was involved in a car accident that has let him in a coma. There hadn’t been any response, doctors had done everything they could do, and now it was just on Calvin to pull himself through. Ever since the accident the entire family had been on ‘shifts’ and last night Michael was on the overnight shift.

He sat there in the chair as comfortably as he could while just looking over at his nephew. Harris was the furthest thing from a religious person but ever since the accident he had been praying for his nephew to wake up. No luck yet but he wasn’t going to give up. About that time he felt a hand come along and squeeze his shoulder when he looked back it happened to be his older brother and Calvin’s father, Lucas.

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “Any news yet?”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “No, not at all. There was a doctor that came in earlier and said if he doesn’t show some signs soon. It could mean that he’s already legally brain dead.”

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “Yeah, he’s working on being in a coma an entire week now. I don’t know what else we can do. Doctors say they can’t do anything and that it’s all on him. I thought I raised a fighter but he isn’t doing a whole lot of fighting right now.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “He’s a Harris and you know how we men are. We fight with our hearts and even when we’re considered down and out when people least expect it we manage to come back. It’s taking a little longer than we expected but I got a feeling the kid is going to be just fine.”

By now Lucas had made it to the opposite side of his brother and the opposite side of his son’s bed as he took a seat. He looked at Calvin for a moment or two before lowering his head as he sighed with disbelief. That’s when Lucas looked right back up to face his younger brother.

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “If that was Jayden, Mikhalila, or Aiden lying there Michael, would you let them suffer by keeping them on life support? Or would you let them go? When dad died we didn’t let him live off life support.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “That’s because we respected dad’s wishes. He told us that if something were to ever happen to him that he didn’t want to be kept alive on a machine. He wanted us to pull the plug because if he’s relying on a machine to stay alive then he’s already gone. But to answer your question if that was one of my kids. No, I wouldn’t because I’d believe that they’d end up pulling through in the end.”

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “If I was thinking about pulling the plug, and if I ultimately decided to do so would you hate me? Do you think Travis would hate me?”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “I wouldn’t hate you because it isn’t my call and I know that you’d only be doing what you considered to be the best thing for Calvin. That’s what a father’s job is do the best thing and the right thing for their children. I think you are jumping the gun a little too early and I don’t think it is the right decision. I’m sure Travis would agree but we wouldn’t hate you over it. Like I said you’d be doing what you feel is right.”

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “I won’t lie I am taking it into consideration. I don’t what my son to suffer and being hooked up to tubes, needles, machines, and whatever else is part of his suffering. He’s relying on a machine right now to keep him alive and I have to live with the cold hard reality that he might never wake up. Don’t worry, I haven’t made up my mind and I still got a lot of thinking to do but I’m just looking at it the way it is and what the reality might be.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Well that’s good at least, you shouldn’t make a decision until you have thought everything through and all the possibilities. Not to mention it is never a good idea to just make a decision on the whim. But whatever decision you ultimately make in the end I know will be the right one based on what you feel is the right thing to do in your heart and whatever that decision is I’ll stand behind you on it.”

He nodded a little bit as that was the truth. It was something that he didn’t want to think about if his brother did decide to pull the plug but it wasn’t what he wanted. However whatever was decided was decided and that’s all there was to it. His eyes shifted over to the direction of Calvin for the time being until his brother started speaking to him.

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “You know you should probably get going, you’ve got a flight to catch.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “Yeah, I know. I don’t feel right leaving though. Sure, I’m eager to get back in the ring but this is clearly far more important than a match.”

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “I can understand that, but you know as well as I know that is the last thing that Calvin would have wanted. He wouldn’t want you to miss out on a chance to take the world of wrestling by storm again. He wouldn’t want you to push your return back on his account. The cliché saying of the show must go on is what he lived by, and if you didn’t go. You’d just be spitting on and disrespecting his wishes.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “I know and I’m going to go out of respect for him, but I don’t care what the case is if you need me you call me. I want updates if his condition gets better or worsens. I’ll be on the first flight home no questions asked. It is just a match and I can’t have one of those at any given point.”

☆ LUCAS HARRIS: “Thanks brother, I don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for you and Carmen being around during all of this. It’s a situation that we shouldn’t have to deal with but it is a situation that has brought us together as a family for the most part and that I can be thankful about. None the less though, I promise that I’ll keep you posted.”

☆ MICHAEL HARRIS: “That’s all I’m asking for man.”

With that being said Harris pushed himself out of the seat he was sitting in and made his way closer to Calvin till the point he was right at bedside. He grabbed a hold of Calvin’s head and then proceeded to learn forward whispering in his ear so that if Calvin could hear him it was something that was just between the two of them.

“This one’s for you kid.”

Were the few words that he let escape his mouth before he leaned his head up and patted Calvin’s hand. He looked over at his brother and just gave a little head nod before turning to walk right on out of the hospital room. No doubt it had been a long week and it had taken a toll on him mentally as well as emotionally. It was about to get even longer considering the fact that he’d be doing something physical and something he hadn’t done in a few months. Close to six but now was the time he chose to return. It was time for him to push the legacy once more and show the entire world why he was the best to ever exist.