The order of chaos has finally fallen; Burna's apostles have left his side -- the once fearful force is gone. All should be well in WZCW, but another revolution is rising. I sat and waited for months, watching Burna push his apostles into the spotlight -- now, after all he had given them, they had bitten the hand that had fed them. Every great leader runs the risk of such an uprising, this is why you must maintain control. In chaos, there must be order.
WZCW will only fall with controlled chaos; the very chaos that Rush and I will bring. Our motivation is retribution -- retribution for the wrongs committed against us by the feeble-minded, mouth-breathing sycophants that are at the very core of what is wrong with WZCW: the fans.
The frustration was eating at me. As Rush and I sat at a corner table in a seedy bar, I couldn't help but think about Redemption.
I took a swig out of my bottle of beer and looked around the bar -- this was the type of place Black Dragon would fit right in. It was packed with the outsiders of society; deadbeat dads, loners, prostitutes, and tweakers all over the place. In a way, even I felt at home. My skin was tingling just like it always did before I was going to cop some dope -- I knew I could get what I needed from any number of people in this bar, but I refused. I refused, because I knew I had to keep my head clear. I couldn't buy into Black Dragon's mind games.
I leaned back in my chair and spoke.
He's a coward.
Rush looked up.
Who?
Black Dragon. He hides behind that mask, behind his henchman, and -- this week -- his mystery partner.
Rush shook his head at the mention of the mystery partner.
Who do you think it is?
I shrugged.
Could be anybody, man. Could be the porky waitress, the bartender, Ty Burna, Armando Parasyse; I don't have the slightest clue. That's the point, though.
Rush responded, perplexed.
What do you mean, Sam?
Dragon WANTS us to focus on who the mystery opponent is. He wants us to let our guard down, then he'll attack again. We can't let that happen.
Sam, I don't think Dragon is using a mystery opponent as a distraction. That's ridiculous.
I smirked.
But unleashing an army of Black Dragons isn't? You saw what happened at the PPV -- I'm not going to risk that again.
Look, I get it. He got to you, he shook your confidence a little. Still, you need to relax. That attack was meant for me, not you. He's not planning another attack on you.
I raised my hand, signaling the waitress to bring me another beer.
It doesn't matter who it was meant for. He got to us and we didn't expect it. It's our turn, now.
I took a long drink out of the fresh beer, as Rush tried to talk me down.
Think about the ultimate goal. We need to win our match, then we'll go after Dragon, if we can. You can't underestimate him as an opponent; Dragon's one of the best. He got into your head and now he's looking to capitalize in our match. If we beat him and his partner, you'll get into his head. Once the tables are turned, then you can go after your revenge.
I looked down and slowly nodded.
You're right. We need the win.
Rush reached over and patted me on the arm.
You're damn right we do. We're in the main event of Meltdown 77. You know that statement win you keep saying we need? This is it.
Rush stood up and put on his jacket, before dropping a few bucks onto the table.
The beer's on me. Go home and get some sleep, clear your head.
I nodded my head at Rush as he left, then sat at our table finishing what was left of my beer.
Rush was right. He was right about it all. Dragon had broken my confidence, he'd gotten into my head. How could I have let that happen? I had goals of reaching the top of WZCW, of getting even with the fans -- I could never accomplish that, if Dragon could toy with me the way he did. It was on my shoulders to prove myself, to win our match.
I stood up and walked out of the door, running into a fellow bar-goer on the way out.
Sam, right?
I looked at the wiry man, realizing where I knew him from. I'd gone on a week-long bender a few months back and he had been my dealer. I figured he'd lost most of his business once I stopped buying.
The wiry man pulled me into the side alley by the bar.
Looking to score? I've got some on me right now.
My skin started to crawl again. I knew that coming to this bar was a mistake. I started to walk away, but the urge to score pulled me back in. I reached for my wallet, handing him a couple of bills, as he handed me some dope.
I shoved it deep into my pocket, as I walked down the street. I was on top of the Moon, it was a feeling unlike any other. I knew that as soon as I started using, I'd be in that special, place where nobody could touch me. I'd be happy again.
The closer I got to my house, the more I could feel the dope burning a hole in my pocket, the more I started to doubt myself. Was I going to throw it all away again? Was I going to prove the fans right? Was I going to fail, after everything I had promised to bring down on the fans, on WZCW? I couldn't let it happen. I couldn't let WZCW, the fans, and Black Dragon ruin my life again.
I pulled the dope out of my pocket, took one last look at it, and tossed it into a dumpster as I walked by. I wasn't going down that path again.