Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 8

Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 8

Louisiana 
January 25th 
14:00 EST

"See what happens when you try and push me away? You thought I don't need him, Sucio and I can do it! You made us failures Tommy!"

TL: We didn't fail! I didn't fail! Apocalypse claims to enjoy making others suffer, so his removal from this Tournament is happening, I just didn't want to rush it. I also wanted to see Sucio's strengths and see if he could pull this off. As for Apocalypse I want to make him suffer and find himself so close once again and then TAKE it all away! And why? As I just said, he enjoys causing pain and suffering, now he can get a taste of his own medicine. 

"Good, because I believe this Invitational saw us invited first and it would be rude to leave before the end of the party!
And Tommy, Apocalypse called us weak, called us old!"

TL: We are younger than he.

"We are stronger!"

TL: Tougher!

"Together!"

TL: Together?

"Face it; you need me in this one. Together!"

TL: Unstoppable! 

"Exactly"

TL: Together then!

"Apocalypse will know weak when he is unable to stop us!"

TL: He will know old when his joints turn sore and his breathing becomes heavy.

"In the ring when I place him in the Crossface!"

TL: In the ring when I bounce his back off the canvas! 

"Their can be only one."

TL: Not him,

"Not Apostle,"

TL: And not my recent partner Sucio.

"Sucio..."

TL: The man who I said I would back off so he could make a statement over Apocalypse.

"The man who claimed he stabbed you."

*I pull off my tank top and check for old wounds.*

TL: No stab wounds.

"He lied about that."

TL: He did?

"Of course he did. He wants to stand out. So he creates lies to turn heads.."

TL: Or to confuse me.

"In our condition, he wants to add confusion. Any thing to throw us off."

TL: He wants the IWA Title.

"He wants to be the man of 2012." 

TL: By taking the IWA title!

"But we can't let him. It's"

TL: OURS!

"Exactly!"

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January 24th 
Just past Niagara Falls in a City named Burlington which sits on the outskirts of The Greater Toronto Area. 

*I drive North crossing over the Buffalo border into Canada after about 7 hours of driving. In my new found of an old life I had found a Diablo, the very car I bought back when Exit Wounds the movie starring DMX and that fat black guy who is funny as fu*k. Drives the Hummer, buddies at the end with a classic, Tom Arnold. When Earl or DMX came cruising out of that dealership in the movie i fell in love with this car, I had to have one right away.
The car is still in great shape definitely sounding better than new. I traveled into the Outskirts of the G.T.A (Greater Toronto Area) at just after 3 AM on the 24th. 
I had the CD player (Alpine with Blue-Ray-Tooth capabilities.) the car had a couple of gauges coming from the dash board that gave a perfect NASCAR look on the interior. Don't forget the under glow that dances to the two 10 inch subs under the 'hood'. It was a 'pimpin' drive home at the least. The weather is warming up a bit too which is a plus, though most of the drive saw snow fall.
  Once closer to my destination the visibility became less and less. The hill side of the Niagara Escarpment was seeing its last bad storm. Or so the weather channel has predicted, only job you can be wrong at every day and still keep! 
 I pull over to see my home, not the fake pad in New York, but my home that I learned I never ended up selling. 
But looking at the house I notice a car in the drive way, and I believed I knew why. My ex wife must still live there, that would start making sense. The divorce will see me lose half of everything, that house will be a loss I am sure.
 But I can't think about that right now. So I keep driving on noticing the time is past 4AM and I better find a hotel soon. I chose the Holiday Inn just off the QEW (Queen Elizabeth Way). 
I couldn't be distracted as this week I face three opponents all wanting the same thing I do; a shot at the IWA Championship. 
Apocalypse and Sucio both expect to have a great year ahead for them. I expect both will accomplish many things. I checked both these guys out, I've seen them in action, they will do fine just, they will not be winning the Invitational. I have to win it. I don't even remember losing the title, now I have to get it and it's not just any title, it's the IWA title. This is 'bigger and Better' and best believe I will be getting this Achievement.
All three of these men were non existent here in the WWX from the last I can recall, not speaking for Apostle but Sucio and Apocalypse have made names for themselves from my research done. But part of their rise will not include this Tournament.*

TL: One night please.

*I hand my credit card over to the receptionist. He swipes and I sign for the 145 dollar room.
 Once in my room I un pack my outfit for the next day. I have already decided that I will by a condo just North of High Way 5 and after the divorce is settled I can look into a more permanent residence.*

TL: Only a few days' away boys.

*I look towards the eye of the camera. I know that the 'boys' know who they are.*

TL: So much will be at stake and only the best will win. In my match, I have a few great guys, Sucio and Apocalypse both have stamped their name forever in the WWX. However, they will not stamp their name in this Tournament. Apocalypse has gone about as far as he can in this one, same with the other two men, Sucio and Apostle.

Apostle is a man I do not know, but he will know me.
Apostle you may be a big guy. You can call yourself The Dark Paladin and you can come out here as you did a few weeks back calling your opponents in this case myself, Abstract and Apocalypse stupid and all that. That though, that won't get you any where in this match. What I want from you is when you enter the ring, and oh, this goes for Sucio and Apocalypse too, sorry I wouldn't want to leave them out of this one. What I want all of you to do is look into my eyes when we all stand in the ring and see in my eyes nothing but determination and hunger to win. For when we stand in that ring only one will leave victorious and I plan it to be me. 
 In a fatal four way where the match ends after one pin or submission with no disqualifications eight men will battle in two matches, only one man from each group of four will advance as the others will be eliminated from this tournament. Elimination is not something I see for myself. Sorry 'boys' Sorry Apocalypse, Sucio and Apostle, I need this victory I need to get back what is mine!

"Ours"

TL: One man will face Blain Evans, a man who has been fast tracked to becoming the number one contender. As well as a man who has the fates of four individuals in his hand. Though, one may not make it to Fury. Lance, your set to face my friend Darkness. But I can't see you making the match after you just shot a man in cold blood! I think instead of being at Fury you may find yourself at the local PD. 
 I also find humor in your sickening promo, where you claim to be better than all your opponents. Does the gun make you feel so tough that you really don't understand how little you really have accomplished here? You say that you are better, but on what grounds? What have you done? I sure as heck know winning this tournament isn't in your foreseen future. So you may as well come to terms with that. 
Darkness, after I ended the Blood Pack all those years ago, though I can not remember but that's what books are for...

*I pause*

TL: You do read right Lance? 
After the separation of our stable I read of Darkness' many accomplishments, including going toe to toe with me in one of WWX's best matches of the year. Though Lance, you claim to be better than all of that! Tough words for a man who needs a gun! 
Hey, let us not forget that the bullet was meant for you. But like Apocalypse I guess you just want to suffer before facing the fact that you are not good enough to make it to the finals in this tournament. Where that bullet would have been quick and painless, my man Darkness' won't offer you the same respect as your defeat will be maybe quick, but very painful. 
As for Blain Evans, I have seen you in action and you're good; enjoy your earned number one contender ship, for soon enough reality will strike when you and I meet and You Will Feel The Pain! 
 
 * I had more to say, but for now however, I will sleep and when I wake up I will catch the first flight to Louisiana for this weeks Fury, for this weeks match and for this weeks win and advancement in the James Ranger Invitational.*

[FTB]