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The long ride was a real testament to sheer will power. Despite nagging aches, constant pain, and fatigue, the OutLaw managed to push his custom "OutLaw Edition" Dodge Durango through the night. Never stopping, he had left Wednesday's Insurrection event, and just drove. Never thinking of the risks of driving in his weakened condition, but as he drove he felt a little more invigorated. Marvelling the whole time at how so many of the other competitors of the GWA, could be so consumed with their material possessions, and never taking in the very land they are blessed with. The OutLaw often drove from one end of the country, to the other with no real plan, until wrestling as a profession gave him particular destinations. But now wrestling itself was fast becoming a wearisome chore, that he could barely stomach. The leadership, the internal politics, other wrestlers, and even the fans doubting, all weighing heavily on him. The frustation was fast becoming unbearable. But it all seemed to melt away as he came to a final stop. Just deciding this place, right here, right now, is where he needed to be. Here he had a beautiful view of the sun rising on a new day...

It really doesn't matter where you are, watching the sun rise or set was always a beautiful thing. Awe inspiring & refreshing at the same time. The perfect distraction to help center one's self. The OutLaw sat on the hood of his truck, his back on the windshield, completely oblivious to his surroundings. Having no idea of where he was, or even caring. Shoes off, shirt off, and wind blowing through his blood red hair. Pain, tension, exhaustion, all seemed to just melt out of his body and dissolve in the breeze.

Rachel Winston:

A rarity in the life of the OutLaw. A woman that he did NOT have a sexual relationship with. The two were partners in business. The nasty business they knew as professional wrestling. Rachel Winston needed an opprotunity to regain her chosen status of wealth and power, and the OutLaw was it. The OutLaw lost in a drunken haze, despondent, and without direction, needed someone to get him back on track. On a lark, because of some attraction he once had, he hired Rachel as his manager.

What he got instead, was something totally unexpected, ...a friend. Despite what anyone will tell you, no matter how much they claim, we all need someone to share life's experiences. The OutLaw had far too many experiences of his own, but in both his personal & professional life he had been betrayed, and he wasn't apt to share his life. Rachel herself had been cast aside by a loved one, and was desperately searching for something, she'd been a kindred spirit. Through her time with the OutLaw, Rachel Winston had grown as a woman, she was intelligent, cunning, creative, and far more important... loyal. It also didn't hurt that she was physically stunning, but that was an unimportant issue. ...Really. Rachel was willing to make the hard decisions, whether her client was crazy about them or not. Her decision to join the Circle, was just that, ...her own. Realizing the OutLaw's discomfort with this, she did not press for the OutLaw joining. But the financial rewards Rachel recieved, she made sure that the OutLaw was well taken care of as well.

While the OutLaw's other relationships were close, none were like this, a true partnership.

Stacey Lynn Jordan:

WOAH!! The OutLaw physically shuddered at that sight! What the f--k was she doing in his thoughts?! The very picture of her seemed to almost frighten him. She was the last person he wanted anything to do with. Stacey Lynn Jordan was a tremendous disappointment, she was once a tried and true fan favorite, who tossed it all aside in a pathetic attempt to harden herself because of misfortune. But to make matters worse, she hooked up with the Circle. And enjoyed it!

Despite what all the pinheads say about him, the OutLaw had NOT joined the Circle, and certainly didn't enjoy a d@mn thing about any of them. Instead Jordan was coming off like a sexually frustrated thug, who like so many in the GWA was trying to prove they were hard. At times the OutLaw almost thought it was comically, especially the whole Tampax deal. Only Trace Van Reardon playing tough brought a bigger smile to his face. Brrr...!

Eve:

Possibly the one true love.

Lost...

Not appreciated...

Proud.

Vain.

Great se- ...uhhhh...

Frighteningly evil

Gone...

Gone. The depression set in on the OutLaw and he just drifted off... No longer concerned with the GWA. No longer concerned at all.

Rachel Winston had no luck catching the OutLaw when he left Wednesday, and she had absolutely no desire to go back to Circle's dressing room, and deal with that chaos. So she left. She didn't know where the OutLaw would be headed after his loss last week, but she did know he would head to his home in Hawaii, and that is where she headed.

Rachel expected to find the OutLaw's house a disaster area, a zone comparable to hurricane ravaged territory, as he probably vented. Instead as she walked into his large home in Honolulu, she found... nothing. She walked inside, all was quiet. Walked through the house, and through the back, to finally find the OutLaw resting outside back, staring at the Pacific.

Ms. Winston: David? David? (Looking puzzled as the OutLaw stared contently out to the sea.) Uhhh... I brought a GWA camera crew...

The OutLaw: (Not looking up at her) Why?

Ms. Winston: You're match.

The OutLaw: (Looking up finally, confused)What? What match? I'm out of the game. Through.

Ms. Winston: (Smirking) No you're not!

The OutLaw: (Looking at her with comical dismay) No? No?

Ms. Winston: (Smiling evilly and swinging back and forth)Nope! There's a Johnny Viscous, beginning for one of your trademark butt beatings.

The OutLaw: (Laughing to himself) That's @$$ whipping! Trace Van Reardon beats on butts! Viscous? Like a liquid?

Ms. Winston: (Lauging) I don't bloody know! I think the little wanker was trying to call him Vicious, and didn't think to look in a dictionary. Do you want to know what he said about you?

The OutLaw: (Face hardening, as he turns to the camera...)No. No. I remember the idiot. Viscous was the moron who came into my match on the Pay per view. The one I wasn't supposed to do.

Ms. Winston: Then why did you do it?

The OutLaw: Who the f--- knows? Seems I do a lot of things around here without me realizing it. Anyways, Viscous I'm gonna roll back into the ring to beat your @$$ for one reason, and one reason only... Your ignorant!

So like so many others in this nut farm, your to stupid to check your opponents bio probably and learn just a bit about him. So I'm gonna clue you. My name was/is the OutLaw Kidd Vicious! Notice I can say the name right, the fact that some @$$ backward talentless low carder, is going around embarrassing my name. Reason for a beating.

Two; You thinking your rolling on in this fed over my back, think again skippy. Last thing I need is some loud mouth claiming he's putting me out. In my all too long career in this sport I've seen far too many of your type. Supposed hard @$$ who proves it by putting down a family member, his dog, or a nun or something. Pal, I've face losers claiming to live in hell, and killed their parents, making them lords of darkness. It didn't make them harder, except harder to take seriously. I don't care if you kicked your brother's behind, and put him out of wrestling. If I did, I would have beat your @$$ then. Instead, I'm doin' it Wednesday for even daring to get involved in one of my matches.

So this is what you do, get another family member, preferably your infirm grandma, practice on her. Build your ego. Then march your whack self down to the ring. I'll be waiting! Get the f--k out of here.!

	Rachel Winston: A rarity in the life of the OutLaw. A woman that he did NOT have a sexual relationship with. The two were partners in business. The nasty business they knew as professional wrestling. Rachel Winston needed an opprotunity to regain her chosen status of wealth and power, and the OutLaw was it. The OutLaw lost in a drunken haze, despondent, and without direction, needed someone to get him back on track. On a lark, because of some attraction he once had, he hired Rachel as his manager. What he got instead, was something totally unexpected, ...a friend. Despite what anyone will tell you, no matter how much they claim, we all need someone to share life's experiences. The OutLaw had far too many experiences of his own, but in both his personal & professional life he had been betrayed, and he wasn't apt to share his life. Rachel herself had been cast aside by a loved one, and was desperately searching for something, she'd been a kindred spirit. Through her time with the OutLaw, Rachel Winston had grown as a woman, she was intelligent, cunning, creative, and far more important... loyal. It also didn't hurt that she was physically stunning, but that was an unimportant issue. ...Really. Rachel was willing to make the hard decisions, whether her client was crazy about them or not. Her decision to join the Circle, was just that, ...her own. Realizing the OutLaw's discomfort with this, she did not press for the OutLaw joining. But the financial rewards Rachel recieved, she made sure that the OutLaw was well taken care of as well. While the OutLaw's other relationships were close, none were like this, a true partnership.
	Stacey Lynn Jordan: WOAH!! The OutLaw physically shuddered at that sight! What the f--k was she doing in his thoughts?! The very picture of her seemed to almost frighten him. She was the last person he wanted anything to do with. Stacey Lynn Jordan was a tremendous disappointment, she was once a tried and true fan favorite, who tossed it all aside in a pathetic attempt to harden herself because of misfortune. But to make matters worse, she hooked up with the Circle. And enjoyed it! Despite what all the pinheads say about him, the OutLaw had NOT joined the Circle, and certainly didn't enjoy a d@mn thing about any of them. Instead Jordan was coming off like a sexually frustrated thug, who like so many in the GWA was trying to prove they were hard. At times the OutLaw almost thought it was comically, especially the whole Tampax deal. Only Trace Van Reardon playing tough brought a bigger smile to his face. Brrr...!
	Eve: Possibly the one true love. Lost... Not appreciated... Proud. Vain. Great se- ...uhhhh... Frighteningly evil Gone...