Its Time, My Son. (o2 Invite)

[John Costas]

The world is such a crazy place. Earthquakes, Tsunami's, Terrorism, Natural Disasters plaguing our planet. But most of all. When it comes to "TNB Wrestling". There is a bigger threat coming "back home" where he belongs. That would make all the world's problems seem like mere child's play. And as such, the revelations will leave everyone with there mouths hanging open. But for now. A good story isn't told without proper introduction.

We look into a home. Just on the outskirts of the "City of Angels", as they call Los Angeles these days. Due to a combination of a wide variety of factors. Drugs. High crime rate. Corrupted governments. Bankruptcy. All these things... took a hit to the once, beloved culture of a proud city. Which hosts the man, whose laid dormant for over four years. Counting down... waiting for the day that he will rise from the ashes.

As we look further into this home. Which, isn't provided with too much detail on appearances. We a man. Looking to be in his mid 50's. Grabbing himself a warm, cup of coffee. As he looks over to see another man. A person, who is in his mid late 20's.

The younger fella. Was relaxing in a recliner. Tapping the ground with his right foot. Appearance wise, he dressed in all black. More of a modern day gothic style. For a city that is in great peril. His look seemed 'normal' to every day folk. But we aren't here to talk about his looks. But he has a story that needs to be told... told, the correct way.

The channel was flipped onto the most recent episode of "Brash". This man watched a war of words go on between two men. Both, of which triggered an overwhelming feeling of hate. Those two men that he was watching? Were "Scott Joseph" and "Genesis".

The older man came around. Gave the younger fella a cup of coffee. As he joined him. Sitting beside him on the couch. Taking a sip of his coffee. As he told the other guy:

Why do you watch this? You know what it does to you everytime you see 'him' on TV. It brings back the bad memories. I've been telling you for months. What you should do. You need to go back home. Tell them the truth. About everything! You have to do it for us! I'm telling you this, not only as your Father. But, for the sake of your mind. You need to heal yourself.

Here... take a drink of your coffee, child. You'll feel better.

The older gentleman lays the other man's coffee on the table before him. Sliding it over to him. As the other man just looked at him. With a look of pure disgust. You can tell... this person was troubled. His mind, not in the right frame as any normal folk. Something had happened to him "years ago", that has turned him into what he is today.

[evil]

No... I don't want your coffee, Father. I don't want anything. I can't help that I'm suicidal. I can't help that I'm left in a deep, dark depressive state. All of them made me who I am today.

I would give anything... ANYTHING... to face them. Even if its for one last time. Plus, I have another motive. I want to expose the fraud. The little liar. That has ruined by good name. My name, at one time struck fear. It meant something. My name gave chills to promoters. Because I wasn't the type to kiss anyone's ass. When I told them I didn't like something. I did just that. I told them to go fuck off all the time. Which made for an uneasy environment everywhere I went. So when that faithful day occurred four years ago. I had nowhere else to go. So I chose to stay in the shadows, and count the days to when I would "rise from the ashes". Like the phoenix.

I tried to do something right for a change. You remember don't you, Father? I tried standing up for someone. A person, who is a fellow wrestler in TNB right now. He was subjected to an act of pure political, public humiliation. And what did I do? Well... they said it best that day:

"Difference in the case of [blank] is that he's already burned his bridges with our "competition" as well. So he's essentially killed his wrestling career."

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"The fact of the matter was and IS this, he might be a good wrestler, but he's a BAD APPLE. And bad apples ruin the bunch."

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And you know how many people came to my defense that day? Only two... just two. The guy I tried to defend that day. Never even gave me a thank you. Avenger, The Youngbloods, The Dixon Clan, and likely a couple of others. Instead of defending me, and standing up for me when I couldn't defend myself. They played chicken shit, and didn't say a fucking word.

Since that time, Father. What have I done? Where have I been? I've been here. On the down low. Little to no contact with the outside world. I was ashamed. Then what do you do? You go out, and hire somebody to take my place.

Problem with that is. You let it get out of hand. He's destroyed everything I once was. Don't you remember much HEAT I had?? How many death threats I would get in a day? The world hated my guts as much I hated there's. Completely mutual relationship. And this guy?? What does he do?? HE FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!!

The man picked up his coffee cup and tossed it across the room. Shattering the mug obviously. As he stood up & yelled at his Father.

YOU BETTER FIX THIS, DAD! EITHER YOU DO IT... OR SO HELP ME GOD. I'LL DO IT MYSELF!![/center]

[John Costas]

You listen to me, son. I understand your pain. Your hurting right now. You've been like this for a long time. We've been through this, many a times. I tired to help you. I've sent you to many different psychiatrists. But nothing worked. You've been put on medication for your wild mood swings and depression. I think... the only thing that will heal your wounds. Is when you go back home. Where you belong. When you face them. When you get everything off your chest. You explain to them the truth. Then I promise. Everything will be alright.

But before you get crazy on me, again. As I've told you for the millionth time already. I hired this guy to take your place. Because you got fan mail. Hundreds upon thousands of letters. Asking for you to return. To come back. You refused. You chose to brood, and be who you are today. You let them win. You believed in everything they said about you, that wasn't entirely true.

So what did I do? I felt a soft spot for those people that you hate. I gave them what they wanted.

So I went out, and found a wrestler. Who was just breaking into the business. At the time, he was a look-a-like. He held a similar resemblance to you. So I came up with the wacky idea that, well... maybe he could pull it off. Maybe he could take, what you created & run with it. The people wouldn't know any different. That way, they would get what they wished for.

But what I didn't expect was... he took it too far. He didn't play by the rules. He had boundaries, and he overstepped them.

The fame of him living off your name, went to his head. He changed his look countless times. His antics, drove everyone crazy. He came, and went so many times. That your name became a laughing stock.

So yes! I understand your frustrations. But all I can say is. Until you stand up & do something about it yourself? Your pain is gonna keep growing. That anger, and rage is continue to burn you up until you've lost everything.

[evil]

He leaned back into his chair. Taking a deep breath, then exhaling. Taking in everything, that was said to him by his father. What he said, was true in fact. But he could never allow him to know his own daddy was right. His ego wouldn't allow it to be so.

He got up from his chair and walked into his room nearby. His father watched him from a distance. As we see the man pull out a huge suitcase from under the bed. Slamming it down onto the bed. He started packing away his clothes, and all the everyday essentials.

[John Costas]

The older gentleman got up, then sat his coffee down on the table. Walked to his son's room. As he stood at the doorway. He asked:

Son... what are you doing? Does this mean, what I think it means??

[evil]

The young man looked over, and replied:

Father. Pack your bags. We've got work to do. I'm tired of all the lies. We need closure. They need to know the truth... they need to know it now. I hear there's a Pay-Per-View coming up. What better time then that. To arrive, and speak the truth. Its gonna be hard to convince them at first. But once they hear it from the both of us. And we expose that little copycat for who he is. Then I can start having my real fun again. I can go back to the way I was before... hahahaha!

**To Be Continued**