Stop.

Before this goes any further, I guess there is a few things that I should say.

Most of you, probably don't care about who I am or what I've done, and that's understandable. The problem with that though, is that I don't care what you want to know about me, the events leading up to the present are significant and shaped me into what you see today. The events that you've been hearing about, are the ones that lead me to where I am and it may help you better understand me. I haven't been trying to be edgy or cool by making up stories about working for people, it's just what happened. If I was trying to be edgy or anything like that, what I have told all of you so far, would have ended much differently. I would have taken Brian Fisher's life if I was trying to be edgy. I would have not cared and taken any violent job I could have, if I was trying to be edgy.

But I'm not.

I'm just telling you how it is and how it went on. So you can better understand what I'm doing here. Why would a man such as myself be in the world of professional wrestling? It's the steady backfire of life. You make some wrong decisions and then everything gets blown back in your face, not all at once, no, never like that. It's always at a controlled, well timed pace, that just seems to bring everything to a crumble. Wrestling is the conclusion of the backfire I endured, and the stories of how everything went wrong is just my recollection of how it all happened.

Before I continue on, there is a few more things I feel that should be said..

My new career started two weeks ago. No one knew who I was and no one cared. I can't say I blame them. But here I am now, Sin Wrestling, a champion. The second match of my career and I've won a championship belt, while fighting seasoned veterans of the sport. One of which was the former owner of the very promotion that I compete for. Now, what does that tell you? Take a minute and absorb what I just told you and then answer.

Have it yet?

Exactly. It tells you that I'm above the competition thrown at me. I've been training to fight for years but never in a ring. That is why I dominated and won this championship. We fought in a Parking Lot. Out in the real world, not confined to a cushy ring. For the better part of my life, I've been protecting people and when push comes to shove, hurting people out in the real world. I was set to fight in a match with no ring, not even in a god damn arena. It was exactly what I needed. That's how I learned to fight and that's how I want to fight. I have everything I want now. A championship around my waist in my second fight ever in this business, and a championship that I have no intentions on giving up anytime soon.

It's hard not to be arrogant in a situation like this.

I know I could compete inside the ring, but this is it. I've been in brawling situations my whole life, it's what I trained to counter and what I've always done. This won't be any different then any other time that I've protected someone or had to break up a fight during my old life.

A ring, a parking lot, you could put me on a god damn space shuttle and I would still fight as hard and as intelligent as I possibly could. Every move I make is thought out and calculated. I don't try and rush the pace. Most of the people I will be up against don't have the training and the state of mind you need to compete at a top level. Giving me a clear advantage, which helps me and my career. But it could also end an opponents career. Maybe they have too much pride and won't tap out, while I have a rear naked sunk in deep. Maybe they keep trying to get to their feet after taking one too many shots to the head. There's a lot of ways that someone could be hurt against me, but it's just business, nothing personal.

Just like beating a sixty year old man won't be anything personal.

I don't lack disrespect. He's got heart. A legend in this business, I'm sure. But business is business and it seems that I need to get into a ring with someone who's obviously out matched. I'm younger, stronger, faster, everything that he used to be.

But from what I hear and see, he still has some fight left in him.

It's going to be the old school versus the new school this time around, as cliche as it is. We're both technical wrestlers with two very distinct styles of fighting, it's just a matter if he will be able to hold onto his submissions, like I know I will be able to hold onto mine.

However, I digress. There is much to talk about in little time.

Where was I?... Oh right, I had to tell Scavello the job was done, so I did. It wasn't much of a lie, Fisher was no longer a problem as long as he did what he was told and no one had to die. I might work for monsters, but I'm not one myself. I knew there would be repercussions if he ever did show his face around New York again, and I also knew that would probably mean both of us floating down a river, I thought he was smart enough to handle the situation in a manner that best fit him. In this case, that would be not dying.

Regardless, Scavello was none the wiser to what had transpired that night, and that was exactly how I planned it to be. As far as he was concerned, Fisher was dead and gone and I had finished my job. So it was just back to phase one. I was doing the usual bodyguard and driver duties. Which was fine, it wasn't the big bursts of cash that making people disappear was, but it sure did pay the bills plus some. It wasn't long before the whole ordeal was in the back of my mind and I wasn't even thinking about it or worried about him coming back around. I was finally getting over my job and it was just becoming second nature. I did what I was told, I got paid and life went on.

There was one night that I won't ever forget though. It was a night that would change my life forever. It had to be at least two or three months after the event, that I met my future wife while on the job as security. That night will always stick in my mind as the best.. And worst night of my life.

It never ceases to amaze me how one night can bring so much love, joy, and happiness to someone for years.. Then turn into misery and despair in less than a day.

Life is funny like that.