It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, it is the age of wisdom, it is the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, and it was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it is the spring of hope, and it is the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, and we were all going direct to Heaven. We were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only

[...The day, the night, the tears, the fight...]

Let us begin on the subject where we found ourselves time ago,  myself taking on John Grim for my Maximus championship. Although you seem not worried John, be in that state of mind Wednesday night, for it will be your first and only shot. Let it ring out through the town square that one single tide changed everything. Every single thing inside of myself changed, what was it? Nevermind, for what purpose did it have right now? Was it significant towards the current or what it a part of the past leeching out trying to create its own presence

[...My ups, my downs, my slips, my falls...]

Chris Lombardi was nothing short of an egomaniac whose only creed to life was causing trouble and being a hang on to someone else's glory. . The man was nothing to deal with, simple pure unadulterated crap steaming from the bag. He thrived upon being an ass, towards himself, towards the people around him. He was just another person with a large chip on his shoulder riding one single accomplishment into the ground. What was it, just winning that World title? That damn belt created an even bigger piece of his mind inflated by shit I guess, so you can say this, shit happens.

[...The sh*t hit the ceiling, little boy with no feelings...]

What have you done is this Chris, you have just started your ego trip and now I am quite  sick and tired of it, the rambling about how big you are and how this is nothing more than your world. How your future not being stretched out by simple people who happen to love you. No, Frankie this is not business between yourself and me, no this is personal more about what you've done long enough to be tolerated by some of us. Now it begins Chris, the last castle of your sanity is about to fall Chris and you are going to just trip over yourself inside of the ring Chris, do not think it would not happen. Its is just like some of us who happen to be here just to try and understand their peers in a way where we can be similar towards them. Chirs Lombardi, you have been called up to take on a path for which I do not think there is a turning point or a revolution towards, for this is the New Deal and the Depression is about to be wiped out in a fell swoop. It will end  Chris all of this feeble crap that most of us think is the inevitable, the thing you least expect, Chris this is the last call for you my friend, expect the unexpected.

[...And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance...]

The week began with the simple thoughts of victory caressing my mind it ended with something I always would have wanted to have. The thought of having fear placed into someone's heart, a feeling I?d never encompass until now. How turbulent my life is it is now not a single matter until today. Was it something I had not counted on, it was a blessing in disguise for me as the end of the last week progressed? First I had tasted victory into a match, although I felt pain inflicted upon me for it though victory tasted sweet.

History Lombardi? You are not apart of history you can call your own. After all its following the pattern my friend, I attack you, you attack me, and now its back to you. I know it may not be one of the things you would like to do after a reverse hurricanrana but I hope I did not damage you and made the fragility of yourself tainting the match. You just happen to be another one in the path, you may not want for this to happen Chris, but it will do not fret such a end towards our saga. It may do you some good as we step into the ruminations and find ourselves on the clock for it is now that we end this.

I now find myself with a new opponent on the horizon, a man whom I've just found nothing but pain and desecration towards what he happens to work for. He has become something I thought he would understand and cast off from his spirit, but that is not the case now. He is nothing more than a corporate shills someone I would never associate myself with. But when it began, he started the new wave revolution inside me. He began this thing when his grasp upon the title ended the match, it all is to culminate at Redemption, the man will perish to his own demons and my reign atop the spire will commence. That man simply can be known as myself.

The demons, ravage, hurting sacrifices to me - those 6 words all can be associated with him, although the man's ego is little to bear as of the current moment, I continue to fight him each minute, he knows this. I even took him through "malice" by accounts of my foot and his chin. They have met and now every one of us has met, it is something very fond of him...that smile resting upon the shoulder of the bastard. Soon in a matter of 10 days, there will be a change in this entire place, the satire will change from being about ego maniacs to just what it is actually: wrestling. I have not seen the man in a match since him versus Erick Caine or Assassin, I choose to attack at the appropriate time. The man's spirit has been broken, and at the land of Redemption it will all be destroyed.

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

[...He sat on the edge of the rooftop, the light snow drizzling down his face, he could see all of it coming down. His face looked emotionless as he sat there, the light of the sun had been blanketed by the dark clouds above him, he could not resist thinking of what to do after all of this happened to be over, it was something to think about. He still continued his silence something unadulterated by others soon a booming voice behind him disrupted all of his trained sense of thought...]

Voice- Drake?

[...Soon it was broken all of it as the now feminine voice called out towards him, he turned around and saw the auburn beauty standing before him, he smiled gently towards her, her eyes glimmering with hope and dreams aspiring. He finally got up from his sitting position and embraced her with his arms, it was something he had longed for in a while, the touch of a friend. The woman just called unto him and he responded accordingly towards it all. Soon after this was over, the fleeting memories of it would be replaced by their collective memories, now it was to being his words, the words of the Fallen Angel...]

Drake- Amy, been a few days hasn?t it?

Amy- Yeah, if you call a few days short, looks like you have had an awful few days.

[...Drake sighs...]

Drake- Awful is not the half of the story my friend, I had to do something I lusted for, something that changed this entire thing a few notches from being just maybe some cry for help, into something I believe in my heart is the right thing to do.

[...Amy places her hand upon Drake?s shoulder, his head knelt onto her shoulder. She cupped the back of his head and patted it, his eyes closed across her blouse. He could not try to let it all out, the emotions pulling out of him, but rather he held it in...]

Amy- Something wrong?

[...Drake lifted his head upward looking at her face...]

Drake- Nothing, nothing at all happens to be wrong at the moment.

Amy- Why do you say that?

Drake- Because, I've infuriated the dear Union so much in the past week that weak has thought cleverly enough to take part in home security. When I happened to attack him inside of a locker room, it was not at his home. I think the man?s ego does not want a single part of me. I think they've enlisted protection because he is scared of me.

Amy- You think you?ve made him mad, think about it you've made a lot of people mad at you.

[...Drake chuckles towards himself...]

Drake- I haven't made people mad, people are mad at me, because of the simple fact that this, that I've accomplished something and they have not, it is something I do not think that they understand, for they are just caught in their own lies and allegations. Assassin is mad because I happened to shut his yapping mouth for once and he gets home security. I take Chris Lombardi into something and look now, look at Lombardi now, think just how Lombardi has been elevated just from history. Not to be egotistical or anything, but history made Chris Lombardi in this place. It took me realizing Lombardi... faults to make him find this new aggression inside of him. I find it sympathy or more rather apathy towards him about this entire situation. So tomorrow night when all of this is done between him, and me I hope he understands why he is now not what he used to be. When the match is over and the fans are on their feet, he needs to understand just who made him, what he happens to be and something he needs to truly realize.

[...Amy has a look of shock on her face as if this was not the man she originally met at the Moderation Management meetings he found him in. This was not the Drake Maxwell she knew; rather it was some egomaniac coming out and speaking his words. She gasped, but he continually stared at her wondering what was wrong. Why did she look the way she did...]

Drake- You find fault in what I just said Amy?

Amy- Yes, first off you're sounding like the egomaniac you never want to become, and now it is coming from you, the lips are speaking what something with a huge ego would say.

Drake- I...

[...He could not finish his sentence, it was something he was wanting to finish, but his voice would not let him as he knelt his head down in shame, for it was something he thought would never happen, the day he was turning into a egomaniac. So he changed direction in his path, he started to look at the sky, the dimly lit sky and saw nothing more than beauty. There were hurried words of farewell and kindness, but the parting was soon over. It was the incident of every day, and the society of his thoughts were engaged in the preparation of some games of forfeits and a little concert, for that evening...]

Drake- Last night, I found myself entangled in a web of my actions and how were they justifiable, I think I can say this for myself, I think about it now and humor crosses my lips. Nothing but humor in these two men who think that with something, a piece of the puzzle, that they are better than me just because of the repertoire of what they happen to own. Last night came with a dream and ended with a nightmare, no not like a nightmare that scares you, but it was something that found me, a guided light.

Last night came towards me with some simple thought in mind, it was something that made the day better. It was my leap of faith and I found what none of the other people around me saw inside myself, except potential. I found something that had to be done. Something I had to just touch upon. Some I can call guidance. No it was not a cult, or anything of that nature, but I found out that during my entire wrestling career, that one thing continue to haunt me, my past.

My past played such a ravaging part in my current state of affairs and my past in now going to tell them their fate. The Union, Chris Lombardi as merciful as he thinks he is in a state of security will come towards myself.

This begins to be something I think will turn out into a beautiful relationship.

[...Its quite odd a feeling of what Drake has said, but after all can we contemplate what Drake thinks now? You can take from adaptation that well, Drake has his ways and all of those things are quite complicated each and every one of them. Each single moment he thinks of, every actual thought is one of a poet, you never can decipher when Drake strikes on something. As we all know, when Drake strikes it leaves a resounding impact on someone. Now, it causes you to think, just what does Drake have up his sleeve...]

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my