____Coming close to goodbye.____ *There I was, all alone on a Sunday Night with absolutely nothing to do. I'm sure within time I could have thought of something much better to do, but instead I decided to think up some statements and return remarks to Silencer. I just got back from a week's vacation, lost to him, and you can imagine my desire to kill or break something. My hotel room to make things worse is up to about 50 degrees and I am close to pissing ice. I got up to again try the heater, hoping it would finally work this time, because in that temperature your body starts to rapidly shake to raise the temperature in your body, making it very hard to think. As I opened it up, I tried the switch, still it wouldn't come on, so now I'm freezing my balls off, I can't resort to my blanket, because even the fabric is cold. Sure it could be alot worse, but when you're in a 5 star luxury Hotel, you shouldn't feel like hell as just frozen over in your room. I started to reflect on a few things, trying to get my mind off of how miserable I currently feel, knowing it will be another 10 to 20 minutes before maintenance. I then proceeded to take a seat at the edge of my bed, still shaking, and I tried to remember what my wife had said the last time I spoke to her, something about a package which contained something very important. Nothing really comes to mind about what she could have sent to me, she usually tells me everything in detail, so this was just kind of unfortunate. Lately I've also been stuck between a rock and a hardplace when it comes to planning certain things out, plus not feeling well. But I know I'm facing two opponents this week to whom I am no strangers with, Cruze and Creed. Once again I get the chance to become the number one contendor, even after being defeated to Silencer at War of the Worlds. Beating these two to prove my worthyness of the Title will really boost my self-esteem and raise my chances a whole 10 levels in one shot. For the past couple of matches I have lost greatly, but the one thing I will do differently, is sacrifice, whether it be myself or one of them. I am the Genocide, so lately, why have I rejected to anything Genocidal? It seems to me it is what the people want to see the most. Although I do have some unfinished business with both Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, often I ask myself, just when is that business going to be settled? What's it going to take? Unfortunately, I've only got to put up with his crap for only one more month. So there I sat at the edge of my bed with a drawing tablet and a pencil, I soon began writing out some practice words in order to better prepare myself.* "Silencer--- Let me tell you something, I will never suffer a fool! I could have sworn I got rid of your ass for good the last time we squared off, and for you to defeat me in such a battle is a disgrace! But dude..seriously, coming back at me like that is just plain stupid..." *With a look of disappointment at the start of the practice speech, he begins to erase it and start over.* No...no...that really doesn't sound good, something just seems to be missing. But what could it be? ......................I think I got it. "Silencer, listen up dude---As you know we've had our battles in the past months, and never does it result in anything good, so I ask you this...Why must you keep coming back? Are you that challenged? Do you need some kind of closure due to the ass-whipping I delivered to you the last time we met? You became a victim of Hurricane Johnson, completely swept away, just accept it like the rest of them, it's that easy man. You beat me now, so really, get over yourself, we're even." *Now with a smirk on his face like he's finally satisfied, he continues to write on now that he's on a roll and got a bit of a rhythm going on.* " To further this all, I really insist that from this point on, you say nothing else, because the more you say, I get more motivated to give you a beating. After our last encounter, when I was backstage taking a hot shower, I did find myself wondering, however, what category you fall under, and I finally figured it out. At first I thought you were just a depressed little gothic boy, but it couldn't be..just because you wear eye-liner, doesn't necessarily mean you're gothic. You my friend, are infact EMO. You know? Those guys that wear their little sisters jeans? Yeah, thats you.... *Again, relapsing his thought process, coming to reality, he just lost to Silencer, so why speak proudly? He knows he has got a greater match coming up, so to worry more about his old arch-nemesis, is not worth of anything.* "In just one more month you won't have to worry about me hurting you anymore because I'm packing up my stuff and retiring from the business, so to have more then one defeat over you, is enough for me to accept that as a goodbye gift. My knuckles just can't take being forced against your skull anymore. There comes a time, when every warrior must seperate from his tribe, which is a similar case to this. I've made a lasting enough impression by accomplishing alot here, much more then you will probably ever. I'm not happy to be leaving, but it's my time Silencer, I want you to understand that, because after this month, you're not going to have another opportunity to try and take me on. " Man, Silencer makes this so easy just by him being who he is. Gonna miss kicking him around all corners of the ring though.....and hey, all this anger I've got towards Silencer has gotten me kind of warm. Isn't that somethin? I better hurry and finish this up. "But enough about my retirement, and you too, as you're no worry compared to my other battles I must fight before I go. The world watched as I lost to several of the top dogs in the locker room, and lost my opportunity as number one contendor. Surprise surprise, however. I got myself another chance, all I've got to do is outrun Orlando Cruze, and Nathan Creed, I have done it before, what's to stop me from doing it before? After I left on my week vacation, I've felt something that I haven't felt in a long time, that something I felt was my Genocidal Spirit. Once I got in touch with my true spirit, I was able to re-live alot of my most extreme fights. Hell Creed, you remember me back then, don't ya? I was the guy who once wrapped himself in barbwire, and did a perfect 450 splash onto some punkass hardcore wanna-be at one of our first shows, remember that? Or Cruze, what about that time I went undefeated for awhile when I first got here? Do you remember those days? Even if you don't, I will have no problem helping either of you to remember just how it was. I had always planned on leaving the same way I came in through those doors. I was a champ when I first got here, and I'm going to leave as a champ. For the purpose of not wanting to allow you to stop me in any way, I'm brining hell with me, so it would be of your best interest to cancel any of your future plans. I'm bringing someone with me this week, that even the devil himself wouldn't dare to screw with..dude, I'm serious." Damn I'm good! Just rolling with this stuff, and for once, I'm appeased. That should be good for awhile. *Sean looks over at his alarm clock which now reads the time of 2:34am . He rolls his eyes before getting up to place the pen and paper back on the table. Knowing how late it has become he decides to stop there for the night and get some sleep.* ____Waking up to darkness...____ *I went back to bed shortly after writing out some words on a notepad at about 2:15 in the morning. After soon getting what I felt was atleast a good eight and a half hours of sleep through the morning, I awoke once again for some strange reason. It was still considerably cold, so as I got out of bed, I opened the curtains hoping I'd be seeing the morning sun and get warm from the heat...but the moon was still sitting at the horizon. So confused at the sight of the darkness, I glanced back at my clock, and it read 5:30am. I thought for sure I had been sleeping for longer than just 2 hours. Through the light of the moon reflecting off of the lamp I noticed a letter sitting folded on my nightstand. Assuming it's something I missed upon my arrival in the room, I turned on the lamp, grabbed the letter and began reading it. Here's how it read. : "To Sean- You my boy, really need to reconsider your level of security as it was a breeze walking right through it. I hope your two complete hours of sleep were worth the while, because knowing that I was able to silently creep into your room with little problem, it would be unwise to close your eyes. By now, you know already who this is, because only I can get inside your head like this, and strike fear into unlike anyone else. I am the FEAR Sean. Since you abandoned me in the ULW, I vowed never to rest until you are done for. But now look at you, almost 3 years, and you can barely take anymore. You have aches and pains through-out your body, often it is hard for you to sleep, and when you do sleep, you twitch on occasion due to the neurological damage that was caused due to previous fights. I'll bet all of this has you too distracted, you wouldn't even be able to tell me the significance of the time, which you saw when you woke up to grab this letter. 5:30am dear boy...remember that time Sean? You'll never figure it out, so let me tell you. It's the time your father passed away, and you weren't there. Think not much of it, but despite you not being there, I was. Lately I've been around you alot, and you haven't noticed due to your 'busy schedule'. I love it when you think I'm gone, then when I show up it becomes a real burden on your life, because I know how much you despise my mindgames. You always underestimated my capabilities, and now you're probably regretting it. I must tell you, I find it laughable, your decision to retire at the last show of 2006. Face it Sean, you're not going to get any major victory, have you considered your opponents? Nathan Creed, Orlando Cruze? What makes you think they don't want, or deserve it more then yourself? What have you done to deserve this chance that they failed to succeed? Obviously you're all in the same position, which leaves you with a 30% chance of winning. I'm going to enjoy this Johnson, and the part I'm going to love the most, is booting your ass out the door when you fail to meet your goal...sleep tight Sean, and if I were you, I'd consider watching some TV, because not only will you remain in cold temperature, but sleeping without the presence in mind of knowing my whereabouts......always a danger." "I thought to myself what a bastard he is for doing this in the worst time of all times. Instantly upon reading I was able to identify the author of the letter, it was none-other, then the man I kicked to the curb early in our partnership. Static. For quite sometime he's been trying to manipulate my mind, and cause me to lose every match. No matter my approach, he's never going to let that incident go. Some of the things he has been able to do to get to me, surely amaze me, but the one thing they don't seem to do is stop me. Even some of the information he gets just goes beyond me. I'm sure this time I will be able to overcome is stupid games, and shut him the hell up by atleast getting to Desolation and going head to head for the Title. Static just never seems to amaze me. What the hell is he going to do to me in my sleep? Murder me? Beat the hell out of me? I wonder to myself, why Static doesn't have the balls to face me like a man, it's always got to be a message of some sort. Screw it. He's not going to break me anytime soon..so I'm going back to bed. He can't do crap to me." *Johnson crumples the letter up into a ball and shoots it into the garbage. Not even so much as giving an inch of care towards the letter or Static's antics, he covers himself back up in his bed and immediately goes back to sleep, awaiting his old pal's next move.* ____To be continued...____ F A D E T O B L A C K