I had been sitting here for awhile, but the cold was starting to get to me. After the event with the homeless man on the street, I had gotten arrested. Yes, I was now sitting in a dark stone jail cell with metal bars. Apparently the state of Massechussets didn't enjoy people singing on the street asking for money. What a way to spend your week, eh? Have an interesting conversation with a ticket seller, hope on a train to Missouri, end up in Massechussets, sing on the street, and get thrown in jail for doing so. I hope to god this isn't the end of the week.

Through everything that was happening, I had lost track of the days. I wasn't exactly sure what day it was, or if Hellfire had taken place yet. Although I didn't see myself going back, I hoped it hadn't happened yet. The only light in the cell was from the moon light shinning from a single window with bars on the side of the cell. I felt like such a criminal, which technically I am. Random sounds made me more paranoid than ever. Rats were every which way, and I couldn't see myself staying here for to long. I wondered how long everyone else had been here.

There were two beds to each cell, so there was someone else in the cell with me. Of coarse, I hadn't met him yet. He had been sleeping ever since I got here. I seriously hope that's not how the inmates spend their days. Although, it brings up the question of what else is there to do but sleep in a jail cell? A heard something stirring over by his bed. I figured he was waking up, considering a person can only sleep a certain number of hours before they wake up. It's pretty impossible for someone to sleep for a whole day.

"When did you get here"

I heard a scruffy faint voice say from the direction of my cell mates bed. It was unfortunante that the light from the window shined on me, so he could see me, but in my eyes, this guy was just a dark figure. I could only look in the direction that the voice was coming from. This myserty scared me, and I longed to actually see the man I was about to talk to.

"A few hours ago maybe. I don't really have a watch, so I don't exactly know. But it's been awhile. You've been asleep the whole time"

Much like the person who I was talking to, I didn't know what to expect as the response. I waited...and waited...and waited, but no response came. I halfly thought that this person had fallen back asleep, but I wasn't entirely sure. I could have been the feeling that someone was piercing a whole through me with their eyes. I did a pretend cough to see if anything would happen.

"You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"

Wow. There was no way I would get to the bottom of how this person knew me. I had been everywhere, I was a traveler at heart. I could have gone to high school with this person, but it was highly unlikely.

"Aren't you a professional wrestler or something?"

Oh god. Now I was going to get the crap kicked out of me. There was always something about people, that wanted to beat up a wrestler. Maybe it was the wonder to see if he/she is really as tough as they are on television, or it could possibly be that specific wrestler beat the crap out of their favorite wrestler. But no matter what it was, my fear of this place and person, grew stronger, of course, there was no way I was going to let it show.

"Yeah, was...or am...or I'm not really sure"

That's what came out, because I wasn't really sure at this point. Since I didn't know if Hellfire had happened yet, I didn't know if I had missed it, which means I didn't know if I hadn't showen up for work, wich means I didn't know if I was fired or not. I really don't know much of anything.

"Of course you are, last I knew, you were scheduled for a pretty entertaining rendezwous"

How was it that everybody knew who I was? I wasn't even that big of a star or anything. I wasn't even that big, period. I wasn't even in a big wrestling corportation or anything. I am just a kid attempting to make it where he was. I guess it's a good thing that everyone knew who I was though. Maybe?

"I was...or am...again, I don't really know."

"Why are you so unsure about everything? I've known you for a couple minutes and akready know you are in some type of self dilema or something"

Ever since I was a kid, I always wore my emotions right out on my sleeves. As if they were just written and everyone could read them and find out how I was feeling. Sometimes it was a good thing, but other times it left me pretty vulnerable.

"Pressure"

Is all I could muster. I couldn't really explain it.

"Pressures of the buisness? I've been there"

Out of the darkness, the person stepped. From what I could see, it wasn't a man at all, but a woman. I gorgeous woman at that. Blonde hair, slim body, nice ass. I wasn't about to let her looks fool me though, she had to be in here for something. Maybe she was some sort of physco. After all, Rielle Hawke is pretty hot, but he landed herself in jail...I think.

"The names Samantha Baltimore, but some just call me Ivy"

The woman walked over to me and shook my hand. Where have I heard that name before? I wasn't entirely sure.

"I used to be in a federation called WWF Inc. As you can tell, it was a cheap rip off, but I had fun breaking some bitches"

"Yeah, sounds fun"

Wow, she was a bit physcotic. But it was pretty hot.

"So what landed you in here anyway?"

Right after I said that, I realized I might just be dead in a few minutes. Talking about why they were in jail, caused some cell mates to get a bit to hardcore. I was terrified about what was about to happen, but I waited just the same, with eager eyes. To my surprise, she didn't get angry.

"Well, you know, the standard attempted murder and what nots"

"Oh yeah, of course"

I cringed at what would happen if I told her why I was in here, luckily for me, she didn't ask.

"Listen kid, you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't throw it away. Just try your best, and if you fall short, then brush yourself off and try again. As much as everyone likes to think they are, nobody is perfect, and in life, you can only do your best, and that's it, end of story. So how are you going to know what you can do, if you don't ever try? How is the next great baseball player ever going to fufill his destiny if he doesn't pick up the leather ball? How is the next president ever going to get there if they give into their fears of stage fright, and never get in front of the podium. How are you going to know, if you are the next great wrestler, if you never get in the ring?"

I was speechless, I had known this woman for but a few minutes and she gave me better advice than my own parents could ever give me. I felt like kissing her right there, but I was afraid she would beat me up.


I didn't know how I was going to get out of this cell. I didn't know how I was going to get some money. I didn't know what I was going to eat for dinner. But now, I knew something. I needed a train ticket.