"Freedom lies in being bold...." Robert Frost

 

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Freedom lies in being bold....

 

These words are so widely spread throughout history, that humanity has been completely based on them. Freedom is something that humanity has sought out since the dawn of time, since the destruction, anarchy and chaos formed into the basis that we now know as the human condition.

 

But the finality of being free is not something that can be taken quite so lightly as we take it in our present time. There are those in our world who are not able to say the phrase we take for granted - "It's a free country".

 

Freedom is something that humans have strived for since day one, but whether or not it is completely achievable has been widely speculated by experts all around the world. Philosophers ponder whether or not we are truly in control of our own destinies, or whether or not we will truly ever be free.

 

This one word has sparked so much controversy, so much pain, and so much anguish over humanity's bloody history, from the various revolutions that led to war to protests that go on in the street. The reason humans have this dire need to obtain freedom, is that the human condition is to create chaos, to make anarchy, to destroy. And it's so much easier to justify and allow chaos in a free country.

 

Because subjugated, humans are forced to bend to the will of another, they are forced to be under a spell, for their destiny to be decided by forces out of their control, and what is it that humanity craves most of all? To control their own destinies.

 

And where do we all fit into the big picture? Where do we each fit into our own view of freedom, and the means to obtain it?

 

There were people in history who thought that if they persevered, if they tried hard enough, they could change the course of humanity, that they could change their own destiny and reach for freedom, reach for a place where anarchy could reign and no other could have control over their destinies.

 

France, China, Russia, America, Middle East, Italy, England....

 

All have experienced some form of revolution, both great and small. All have experienced what it is like to be free, and to let chaos rain down upon them. All have been able to obtain the human condition in it's finest form, in one way or another. Because a revolution is simply evidence that chaos is a part of humanity.

 

Revolution is consistently seen as a good thing among history, and that is because history is written by the victor, and the victor is the one who embraces chaos, and transforms that into an ideal.

 

That ideal, is freedom. That ideal, is the great lie of human history.

 

Freedom is something that we all seek to achieve in our life. Freedom can come in many forms, freedom from authority, freedom from work, freedom from one's inner demons.

 

Me? Oh, i only seek freedom from one thing.

 

Truth.

 

Because truth is the greatest lie among us, truth is the one thing that causes so much pain, and truth is the only thing creating the line between order, and chaos. And that is a line i want erased. Because when that line becomes non-existent, humanity will finally know true freedom. No longer will anybody have control over our destinies, no longer will authority have any power among us.

 

I seek freedom from abuse, from deception, and from the common misconception that arrogance is a bad thing.

 

Arrogance is nothing but the knowledge that oneself i greater than all others, and the ability to prove that superiority, both with words, and with actions. And that's why i'm arrogant, because i'm better than everyone else, and i know it.

 

And that brings me to of course, the direction i'm always headed - wrestling.

 

I told you last week that failures mean nothing to me, that losses and defeats are simply obstacles in a road on which nothing can stop me. All of this talk about failure, about stepping up to the plate, it is all just a load of bullshit meant to excite the followers into making opinions and judging things they have no knowledge about.

 

This week, the powers of MPW seem to think that a hobo in tights and a drunken little man who thinks that they actually mean something in this world, have enough talent and skill to even be in the same ring as the Age of Arrogance.

 

Every time i see the names Jake Cage and Christian Carter i think of a circus, because that's where they belong - doing tricks in front of eight year-olds munching on some popcorn. These two talent-less hacks shouldn't be inside the wrestling ring, they should be inside the ring of fire, trying to weasel a round of applause out of idiots who like to watch clowns throwing pies at each other.

 

It's no wonder Jake's last name is Cage, because that's exactly where he belongs - in a cage, along with all the other lunatics - his tag team partner included. So far, Jake and Christian have done squat in this company. They think they got close to winning tag team gold, when they're competitors in Justin Fischer and Terrin Reign could crush both of them without breaking a sweat.

 

All i see when i look at Cable and I's opponents for this week are two good-for-nothing washed up nobodies who seem to think that they can careers going by defeating two people who actually have more than a whiskey bottle full of skill, and the thing is, they can't.

 

This week is going to be nothing more than an exhibition of exactly why we are going to take control of this company and let anarchy rain down upon MPW, because when Cable and I get our hands on those filthy little grease monkeys, there is going to be nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, nowhere to get out of the pain we are going to bring down upon you.

 

The last words you'll hear before you exit into the world of unconsciousness is going to be....Sweet Dreams.

 

*Drake pushes a small button on the camera, and the screen disappears with the arrogant Drake Hunter giving the middle finger to the camera....

 

--PROMO END--

 

We move closer to the couch.... Ours palms fold together and our hands grasp each other.... I can still feel her touch from months, even years ago, it has always remained the same..... I feel a small spark as I pull her closer to me and our bodies are only centimeters away from each other.... She moves forward ever so slightly, just about to make the first contact......

 

Drake.....

 

I push the voices away, not wanting this moment to be ruined, but they're far too stubborn to give up that easily.

 

Drake.....Why are you doing this?

 

I pause momentarily as her lips brush against mine, knowing that however hard i tried, the voice would be right. The voice is always right....

 

Drake.....You're willing to sacrifice everything for her? You're willing to throw away all the hard work, for her?

 

I know my answer.

 

"No." I say, stopping the proceedings from going any further as i place my hand on her chest, feeling her heart rising and falling at an intense pace, knowing that the pulse of her heart is rising by the second as we inch closer to each other. But now, no more.

 

"What?" She asks, feeling somewhat anti-climactic as she moves back slightly.

 

"No." I repeat, moving her back a step as i move back multiple steps, leaving a path straight to the door. Suddenly she understands, and i can see the mixture of surprise, pain and rage in her eyes. For some reason, it makes me smile, knowing that she is suffering.

 

I motion for her to make her own way out, and then turn back, without another glance and pull open my bedroom door, only taking the time to mutter the words....

 

"Sweet Dreams."

 

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People often tell me that it is hell in their world. That at times, life becomes so stressful, and their mind becomes so full of thoughts that it overwhelms them and life is barely worth living. And to these people, i look at them with the greatest mixture of disgust and loathing, because it is these people that make me sick.

 

How can one be so full of stress that life is not worth living any more? What's the point of life if you're not living it to the fullest? Because if you're not living it to the fullest, then all you are is a waste of space, and frankly you don't deserve to be living such a life.

 

I've never understood the point of stress, because i view stress as the build-up of the unnecessary functions of life, such as work, money, bills, things with no real worth in the end. At the end of your life, you're not going to be thinking about all the money that you saved and all the stress that you built up, you're going to be thinking of all the chances you missed, of all the things wasted because of such worthless objects. And at the end of the day, i will have no regrets, because my philosophy is a simple one - don't leave room for regret to grow.

 

Life is too short to have regrets by the end of it, and even so, you need to quell those regrets by making the most of everything. And there's only one thing i regret - allowing this great lie of order continuing as long as it has, and i plan to put an end to it.

 

I pull the small rectangular device from my pocket and press the screen. It's funny, being the first generation who has been able to pick up a conversation from their pocket, and being able to converse with anybody, anytime. It's something that we all take for granted, just like freedom, however, just like freedom, things weren't always so.

 

The name that comes up on my screen is somebody who i haven't wanted to talk to for a while now, but who i know is going to keep persisting until she finally gets her way - just like she always has.

 

I press the small green button and the familiar, but somewhat irritated voice of Alyssa Young comes through loud and clear.

 

"Took you long enough to pick up." The first words she say make me smile, she really has not changed a day since we saw each other months ago, back when everything was much simpler than it was now.

 

"What do you want Alyssa?"

 

"You know full well what i want from you. The same thing i wanted five years ago."

 

"It's not happening." I say, stopping as i lean against a brick wall and watch people walk past me, only half into the conversation with Alyssa, the other half of my mind drifting off as usual. There are certain things that i despise in this world - cheaters are one of them, and as far as i'm concerned, Alyssa cheated on me.

 

"Look, Drake. I'm sorry i left you back then. I'm sorry that i got scared and freaked out at all this Hacker business, and i'm sorry that i left you alone like that, but list-"

 

"There are no excuses you can possibly offer me, Alyssa." I say, with more malice in my voice than i thought i could muster up.

 

"Just-"

 

"You were the first girl i ever fell in love with, and since then i've realized that love is a simple and flawed notion, that can so easily be achieved and yet can even more easily taken away from us. You were the first, but not the most recent, and if there's one thing that these voices tell me, it's not to make the same mistake again."

 

"You won't be making a mistake!" She attempts to find a break in my speech so that she can input her feeble attempts at excuses, and i pause for a second to hear her out.

 

"Drake, i didn't know what i was doing! I left on impulse, and from the first day i was without you i knew that i was wrong."

 

"So, why not come back when you had a chance? Because Hacker was still around. I'm not an idiot Alyssa, you've always had feelings for me, but there was a part of you that wanted to stay as far away from Hacker as possible, and it outranked the feelings you had for me."

 

I pause for a moment, and only hear silence. I smirk as i revel in the silence, finally rid of her annoying voice.

 

"If your love is going to be outdone by fear of some masked man who is as threatening as a meerkat, then i don't need it. It's simple Lyss, i don't need you anymore. There was a time when i was dependent on you, when we were an inseparable team and when i used to go home every night with you by my side."

 

"As sexy and hot as you may be, nothing is going to move me from my goals, from my my ambition. Because this is greater than just me, and it's much greater than somebody as insignificant as you. I am bringing an new era to the world, where deception and fleeing is no longer available, where chaos and anarchy will reign."

 

"And i'm sorry, but you are not a part of this plan."

 

I stop speaking and continue walking, having spent enough time with my wall on the back, feeling the presence of an incoming storm - weather or otherwise.

 

"Who are you Drake?"

 

I hear the line go silent as i stop once again, smiling as i feel a great weight lifted from my body.

 

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The familiar sight of the Mandalay Bay Center is calming as i step through the brake, aware that tonight i will be making a crucial step in forwarding the Age Of Arrogance. Soon it will be our arena, soon it will be our ring, because it's already our show.

 

I step out of the Aventador and i am immediately surrounded by the screams and shouts of the fans that surround me, only barely being held back by the barriers to protect the MPW superstars. I walk through, spreading my arms wide as i move through the narrow path, and looking out at the fans as i spin around, still with my arms wide, and back up for a few steps, letting the boos and cheers sink in.

 

I smile my signature smile as i move back and turn around, heading back through the double doors of the Mandalay Bay Centre and i smell the familiar smell of grease on the ground, clean walls and the familiar sight of white walls and narrow corridors filled with multitudes of equipment for the set, the ring, and other things around the arena.

 

I move into the locker room area and smile as i see the ass of what i can only assume is a MPW female wrestler pass by, though who it is remains unknown to me, as i don't get a look at anything above the ass. Its then that remember that i've made a certain agreement with somebody, and i plan to honour it.

 

I text Cable that i'm in the arena, and i see his reply almost instantly of:

 

Ready to fuck shit up, see you out there

 

I smile as i walk through the corridors and see a familiar name on a door, and as i pull the door open, my mind is completely void of the past - it is only focused on the future, and first of all is tonight, when we fuck the clowns up so bad they won't be able to distinguish between themselves with makeup, or without it. Tonight is going to be an expression of domination.