Was I a fool to believe that Evan Pierce and his little gang would pay for what they were doing? Was I stupid to believe that Kimberly Pain would slap Pierce into reality before I was forced to do something that I might regret? Was it unintelligent to feel this angry at someone for their actions? Do I even have to ask? It is definitely not unintelligent to feel this murderously angry at a certain person for their actions. Hell, Rebecca Rancid's and Mandy Manson's whole hatred is based on hatred due to actions. I am definitely not a fool for believing that Pierce and his little goons would pay for what they were doing. I have certain connections at my disposal, and it's not very wise to piss me off. I mean, didn't Evan get the picture the first time. Doesn't he remember what happened in his little Parking Lot Brawl deal? Me shoving his head through the ambulance window and delivering my Death of a Hero to him off of it, that should ring a bell. Cause I beat his ass last time, and he should remember it. Was I stupid to believe that Kimberly Pain would slap Pierce into reality before I was forced to do something I might regret? The only yes answer to the three questions. Although Kim, at first seemed to be on our side, would undoubtly do anything for Evan, no matter how many psycho things he does.

That's why I had to make plans. That's why I had to go out of my way in order to get back at Pierce's and his little but buddies. Evan was even crazier than he attempted to play himself off to be, if he didn't think I'd come after him. He was even crazier if he didn't think I'd come after his little pals either. I mean, he hurt one of my friends, I'm pretty sure that gives me the right to hurt all of his. Josh Diamond, Mark Riggs, maybe even Hank. Kimberly will be left out of the target zone for now, until she decides to take Evan's side officially. All of his little buddies, have nothing on me. Suicide Hank, a big fricken' joke that guy is. Mark Riggs, no big time accomplishments whatsoever. He claims to be a big deal, but then again, so did Pierce. Josh Diamond, thinks he's a big shot cause he won the THC title in his debut match. Big deal fucktard. In my debut match I won the THC title as well, oh yeah, I also kicked your leader's ass. About that triple threat match Evan, stop pretending like it was nothing, I kicked your ass and you know it. Vega and yourself teamed up on me, making it a fricken' handicap match, and I still won. How's that for attempting to make yourself look good? So just shut up and take the beating, for the fourth time, like a good little boy.

"Dude, move the hell out of the way!" How's that for a wakeup call? There was some jackass that felt like he needed to yell at me in order to make me move forward. Yeah, the light was green, but I didn't feel like moving yet, deal with it bitch. Did he really think he was going to get me to move by yelling at me? If anything, it just made me want to beat his ass in. Infact, I just might do that. Yeah, that sounds good. Wow, road rage is a fricken' bitch.

As soon as I heard his voice, I reached for my Louisville Slugger that was riding shotgun. Ever since Pierce took it upon himself to rid me of Abram, I decided I needed something that would do some damage. You never know when you're going to see Pierce or one of his godforesaken pets out and about. Stepping out of my car, my big wooden friend in hand, I'm pretty sure the guy in the car behind me shit his pants. I walked over to his car immediatly and he began yelling through the window, not in anger this time, but fear. I didn't really hear what he said, because I wasn't thinking. Thinking wasn't a big thing for me right now. Definitely not a big thinker right now, that's for sure, and that's why I started beating his car door in. It left a couple dents before he drove around me and drove off, that little coward.

"That's right, run, run away bitch. Next time you want to grow a set, do it after you find out who it is you're fuckin' with!" He was already gone, so I didn't really know why I was feeling I had to yell back at him, but it gave me a sort of satisfaction. I just needed to let it out because truth be told, I really wished that it was Evan's car I was bashing in. Actually, I wished it was Evan's brains I was bashing in. After that incident, the cars behind me began driving around as well. So I figured it was time for me to go, and then the light turned red. Damn.

Once the light had turned green again, I decided to actually acclerate this time. After that, I just kept going, I didn't really stop, just kept going. I couldn't really think, as said before, so I just let my mind take hold, and it brought me to a nearby lake. I wasn't exactly sure how I got there, or how I was getting back, but I knew I was there for a reason. I stepped out of the car and onto the gravel below. The air was chilly, and I was glad I was wearing a large coat and a pair of jeans. I shut the door, and expected the bang to wake me from this awkward gaze, but it didn't. I wasn't really sure what I was too do here, so I just went and leaned up against the gate near the water.

"Why so sad? You look like your mother just got ran over by a car." A femine voice came from behind me, and so I turned and looked. There was a woman, bundled up in oodles of clothes due to the weather, she wore glasses, and was reading some kind of high literature book. She was sitting there on the bench and I hadn't noticed her when I walked in, which was surprising. I suppose I was more of a zombie than I thought.

I decided to humor her and answer, "Yeah, well, not exactly, but I have a reason to be. Believe me." I laughed a bit, but it wasn't a real laugh. It was one I just let loose to make himself to feel more approachable. It was the nervous kind you did when there was not much to say, or to break an awkward silence. Kind of when you put 'lol' at the end of a sentence on a messenger, but you aren't really laughing out loud.

"Well, there's no doubt that you do." She laughed, and I'm not really sure if it was a fake one, or a real one. I just decided to leave it alone. "But what brings you here?" She suddenly put her book down to her side, and focused her attention to me, as if I was more interesting than some high literature book. As if I was her new and improved high literature book that she couldn't wait to open and skim through the pages.

I was hesitant to answer her, but what was there to lose. "Well, I just started driving and it lead me here. Seems like a good emotion drainer..." I could tell that this was not the answer that she was looking for. Her frown suddenly turned into a smile, and she laughed at my misunderstanding. I didn't exactly know what she was looking for, so I didn't answer her. Oh, there's that awkward silence again, which lead to us both laughing. I was sure it was fake this time.

She motioned for me to come sit next to her, so I did. "That's not exactly what I mean. It was a disguised question, meaning I was asking something but referring to another question." She laughed again, again, I wasn't sure if it was fake or not.

By now she probably thought I was illwitted, so I ignored the chance at a come back for sake of seeming even more ignorant. Instead, I answered with a question of my own, "Do you watch wrestling? Bytche's Ultimate Domain to be precise..." I didn't know how she would answer, but for some reason I prayed she'd say yes.

She glanced at me in a sort of disgusted look before answering, "Well I have found the sport to be somewhat grotesque and almost degrading to women, but I've been doing some stuides on it. Infact, my thesis is that some wrestling companies to subjegate genders in any forms. It's been going on for the past month or so, so yes, but only for about a month."

Wow. More than I needed but atleast a yes at the end of it. "Well, then I'd take it you know exactly who Evan Pierce is, correct? Well, the bastard thought it would be really cute to kidnap my friend, and manager, in order to get inside my head. It's kind of pathetic if you think about it, he needed to kidnap someone in order to get an advantage on me in our match." Another fake laugh, it was beginning to become something of a habit.

She knodded, as if she was familiar with it, "Is he really that afraid of you?"

sds

Was I a fool to believe that Evan Pierce and his little gang would pay for what they were doing? Was I stupid to believe that Kimberly Pain would slap Pierce into reality before I was forced to do something that I might regret? Was it unintelligent to feel this angry at someone for their actions? Do I even have to ask? It is definitely not unintelligent to feel this murderously angry at a certain person for their actions. Hell, Rebecca Rancid's and Mandy Manson's whole hatred is based on hatred due to actions. I am definitely not a fool for believing that Pierce and his little goons would pay for what they were doing. I have certain connections at my disposal, and it's not very wise to piss me off. I mean, didn't Evan get the picture the first time. Doesn't he remember what happened in his little Parking Lot Brawl deal? Me shoving his head through the ambulance window and delivering my Death of a Hero to him off of it, that should ring a bell. Cause I beat his ass last time, and he should remember it. Was I stupid to believe that Kimberly Pain would slap Pierce into reality before I was forced to do something I might regret? The only yes answer to the three questions. Although Kim, at first seemed to be on our side, would undoubtly do anything for Evan, no matter how many psycho things he does.

That's why I had to make plans. That's why I had to go out of my way in order to get back at Pierce's and his little but buddies. Evan was even crazier than he attempted to play himself off to be, if he didn't think I'd come after him. He was even crazier if he didn't think I'd come after his little pals either. I mean, he hurt one of my friends, I'm pretty sure that gives me the right to hurt all of his. Josh Diamond, Mark Riggs, maybe even Hank. Kimberly will be left out of the target zone for now, until she decides to take Evan's side officially. All of his little buddies, have nothing on me. Suicide Hank, a big fricken' joke that guy is. Mark Riggs, no big time accomplishments whatsoever. He claims to be a big deal, but then again, so did Pierce. Josh Diamond, thinks he's a big shot cause he won the THC title in his debut match. Big deal fucktard. In my debut match I won the THC title as well, oh yeah, I also kicked your leader's ass. About that triple threat match Evan, stop pretending like it was nothing, I kicked your ass and you know it. Vega and yourself teamed up on me, making it a fricken' handicap match, and I still won. How's that for attempting to make yourself look good? So just shut up and take the beating, for the fourth time, like a good little boy.

"Dude, move the hell out of the way!" How's that for a wakeup call? There was some jackass that felt like he needed to yell at me in order to make me move forward. Yeah, the light was green, but I didn't feel like moving yet, deal with it bitch. Did he really think he was going to get me to move by yelling at me? If anything, it just made me want to beat his ass in. Infact, I just might do that. Yeah, that sounds good. Wow, road rage is a fricken' bitch.

As soon as I heard his voice, I reached for my Louisville Slugger that was riding shotgun. Ever since Pierce took it upon himself to rid me of Abram, I decided I needed something that would do some damage. You never know when you're going to see Pierce or one of his godforesaken pets out and about. Stepping out of my car, my big wooden friend in hand, I'm pretty sure the guy in the car behind me shit his pants. I walked over to his car immediatly and he began yelling through the window, not in anger this time, but fear. I didn't really hear what he said, because I wasn't thinking. Thinking wasn't a big thing for me right now. Definitely not a big thinker right now, that's for sure, and that's why I started beating his car door in. It left a couple dents before he drove around me and drove off, that little coward.

"That's right, run, run away bitch. Next time you want to grow a set, do it after you find out who it is you're fuckin' with!" He was already gone, so I didn't really know why I was feeling I had to yell back at him, but it gave me a sort of satisfaction. I just needed to let it out because truth be told, I really wished that it was Evan's car I was bashing in. Actually, I wished it was Evan's brains I was bashing in. After that incident, the cars behind me began driving around as well. So I figured it was time for me to go, and then the light turned red. Damn.

Once the light had turned green again, I decided to actually acclerate this time. After that, I just kept going, I didn't really stop, just kept going. I couldn't really think, as said before, so I just let my mind take hold, and it brought me to a nearby lake. I wasn't exactly sure how I got there, or how I was getting back, but I knew I was there for a reason. I stepped out of the car and onto the gravel below. The air was chilly, and I was glad I was wearing a large coat and a pair of jeans. I shut the door, and expected the bang to wake me from this awkward gaze, but it didn't. I wasn't really sure what I was too do here, so I just went and leaned up against the gate near the water.

"Why so sad? You look like your mother just got ran over by a car." A femine voice came from behind me, and so I turned and looked. There was a woman, bundled up in oodles of clothes due to the weather, she wore glasses, and was reading some kind of high literature book. She was sitting there on the bench and I hadn't noticed her when I walked in, which was surprising. I suppose I was more of a zombie than I thought.

I decided to humor her and answer, "Yeah, well, not exactly, but I have a reason to be. Believe me." I laughed a bit, but it wasn't a real laugh. It was one I just let loose to make himself to feel more approachable. It was the nervous kind you did when there was not much to say, or to break an awkward silence. Kind of when you put 'lol' at the end of a sentence on a messenger, but you aren't really laughing out loud.

"Well, there's no doubt that you do." She laughed, and I'm not really sure if it was a fake one, or a real one. I just decided to leave it alone. "But what brings you here?" She suddenly put her book down to her side, and focused her attention to me, as if I was more interesting than some high literature book. As if I was her new and improved high literature book that she couldn't wait to open and skim through the pages.

I was hesitant to answer her, but what was there to lose. "Well, I just started driving and it lead me here. Seems like a good emotion drainer..." I could tell that this was not the answer that she was looking for. Her frown suddenly turned into a smile, and she laughed at my misunderstanding. I didn't exactly know what she was looking for, so I didn't answer her. Oh, there's that awkward silence again, which lead to us both laughing. I was sure it was fake this time.

She motioned for me to come sit next to her, so I did. "That's not exactly what I mean. It was a disguised question, meaning I was asking something but referring to another question." She laughed again, again, I wasn't sure if it was fake or not.

By now she probably thought I was illwitted, so I ignored the chance at a come back for sake of seeming even more ignorant. Instead, I answered with a question of my own, "Do you watch wrestling? Bytche's Ultimate Domain to be precise..." I didn't know how she would answer, but for some reason I prayed she'd say yes.

She glanced at me in a sort of disgusted look before answering, "Well I have found the sport to be somewhat grotesque and almost degrading to women, but I've been doing some stuides on it. Infact, my thesis is that some wrestling companies to subjegate genders in any forms. It's been going on for the past month or so, so yes, but only for about a month."

Wow. More than I needed but atleast a yes at the end of it. "Well, then I'd take it you know exactly who Evan Pierce is, correct? Well, the bastard thought it would be really cute to kidnap my friend, and manager, in order to get inside my head. It's kind of pathetic if you think about it, he needed to kidnap someone in order to get an advantage on me in our match." Another fake laugh, it was beginning to become something of a habit.

She knodded, as if she was familiar with it, "Is he really that afraid of you?"

Another laugh out of me, and that time it was real, because although she didn't realize it, she made a good point. Evan Pierce was afraid of me, and who could really argue that? I mean, he had been beaten so many times already, and if I was him, I wouldn't want to get my ass kicked again either. So what does he do? He is so afraid of meeting me at my best in the ring that he attempts to get inside my head. Pierce attempts to get inside my head, so he won't see the full me at Hangover. He's so afraid that he kidnaps my manager, and friend. It only shows that sometimes first impressions are one hundred percent dead on, Pierce is nothing but a coward.

"I suppose so. You see, I've kicked his ass three times. No matter how many times he chooses to deny it, he was beaten. In our first encounter, he chose to team up with our other opponent, making it somewhat of a handicap match. True, I didn't get the pin on Evan himself, but I took on both of them and still came out the winner. Our second match was an undisputable pin. I made his ass bleed and it was over. The same night he wanted to try and outlast me for the BUDvision Championship, in which he miserably failed." It was the truth, wether Pierce had made himself forget or not. Pierce had tried his best, from the very beginning to get the upperhand on Zarek. First by joining forces with the third wheel, second by getting me in a Parking Lot Brawl, and third by attempting to deafen my chances at the BUDvision Championship. Obviously, all of Evan's efforts had not succeeded.

She understood what was going on, and she understood what Evan would try to do. "So it sounds like this story isn't over yet. My prediction of what happened, is he thought he had tried so many things, that he had to go to an extreme."

"Exactly. But what he doesn't realize, is that I can do the same." I paused, and she kind of looked at me with awe.

"You would sink to his level in order to get even with him. That kind of level is pathetic, and there are better ways at getting even." You could tell that she had never met me, because she didn't know the way I operate. She didn't know that I'm not that kind of person, and would never in a million years kidnap someone, throwing them in the back of a trunk. She didn't know that I did have better ways at getting even.

I smiled, but it couldn't get a laugh out of me, "Oh don't worry, I will never stoop to the level of Evan Pierce. Obviously me smashing Evan's face through the ambulance window rattled his brain a bit. Evan doesn't really know what he's gotten himself into."

I had no idea why I was spilling my guts to this total stranger, but she seemed to know what was going on, she seemed to understand me exactly, and it seemed so natural. It was odd, to say the least, but it wasn't really going through my mind at the moment, I just kept talking, and everything just kept pouring out. Maybe it was because I hadn't really talked the whole day, not sure, but I suppose it really doesn't matter much.

"Hmm...it's always interesting to find out what others are going through. It makes my life seem less hectic." I turned to her, and looked her up and down. There didn't seem anything off about this women, she seemed kind of plain and boring actually. Could this woman actually have anything going on in her life that could even compare with what was going on in Zarek's? It didn't seem so, in the least bit. Maybe she was lying, maybe she was telling the truth, who knows.

"Ummm yeah..." I attempted to dispel the confused and doubtful look on my face. "So, care to do the same for me?" This random woman, who I didn't even know, had risen my suspicion, and I needed to know more.

She laughed, and I was pretty sure it was real this time. She slid her book into her bag and rose to her feet. "That is a conversation for another gloom day." With that she started walking down the way, and I watched her go. Just before she got out of sight she turned back and shouted, "Good luck with the scum." I knodded, not really knowing that she saw me or not, but she just kept going, so it obviously didn't matter to her either.

Although the person keeping me entertained wasn't there anymore, I still didn't really want to leave, so I just sat there. I has come there for some peace and quite, to relax without someone yelling at me to move my car, to attempt in letting my anger out without getting myself in trouble. Although I had already beaten some guy's car door in, I didn't plan on letting my anger influence my actions again. I didn't plan on it happening the first time, but some times you just kept stop it from happening. Evan better pray that on Hangover I can restrain myself from letting my anger take ahold of me, because if not, he may as well commit suicide. With so many angry thoughts running through my head, there's only one thing I can do to keep myself from going berzerk and that's just sit. So that's what I did. I just sat there on that wooden bench in the cold weather, the dark sky above me, and the wind blowing the dark blue water in front of me.

Gone.