A Sister is Crucified

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A sister is crucified

The light streams in from the window. It beams down upon my face. Usually I hate mornings. To be totally frank, I usually hate mornings, afternoons, and evenings. I typically hate all of the day. And is that any surprise considering the fact that I have quite literally lost everything? I have nothing to live for but hatred. I have nothing to live for but the hope and desire that I will soon bear witness to the destruction of my greatest enemy.

My name is Oliver Hardy Jr., but I am better known as Monoxide. I competed in the Global Division of Wrestling and today, for the first time in a long time, I am actually happy. I am happy because coming up at Desperate Measures 2008 I will go face to face with my greatest enemy and I will bring about the destruction that I seek with my own bear hands.

What makes this interesting is that my greatest enemy is my step-sister and the President of the company, Kayla Jones.

I am in bed in my hotel room. I turn to look at the nightstand and I see a picture of my beloved father, the wonderful Oliver Hardy Sr.

He was taken away from me many years ago. Kayla Jones murdered him. Despite all of the good he did for her, all of the lessons he tried to teach her, she still killed him.

Hearing the news of my father’s death devastated me. It turned me into a different person. It turned me into a person desperate for revenge.

A single solitary tear begins to flow down my cheek as I think about my father.

Monoxide: I will make her pay, daddy. I make her pay with her very career…..

A sinister laugh escapes my lips.

Monoxide: ……or perhaps her life.

My meditation is interrupted by a knocking at my hotel room door. I quickly look down at myself and sigh with relief upon seeing that I do have boxer shorts on.

Monoxide: Yeah, who is it?

Meagan: Its me.

I frown. Meagan Collins, my manager, is here to see me. I really do not wish to see her. She will give me some stupid lecture about the importance of training and preparation. Or maybe she’ll talk more about some master Illuminati plot to destroy GDW. Its all a bunch of crap. I have my own plans. They just so happen to coincide with The Illuminati’s plans right now. It so happens to coincide with her plans. But he will quickly abandon her and the Illuminati when they no longer serve HIS ultimate purposes, the purposes of eliminating Kayla Jones.

But for now, as much as he would love to get rid of her and to ignore her, he cannot just so simply dismiss Meagan Collins.

Meagan: Well? Can I come in or what?

Monoxide: Yeah, whatever.

I hear the doorknob turning and then the door slowly creaking open. Meagan enters the room. She is clad not in her typical business attire but instead in a pair of black windpants, tennis shoes, and a white t-shirt. Her long dark hair hangs down to her shoulders. She looks over at me in my boxer shorts and sitting on my bed and she has a look of disappointment on her face.

Meagan: So….no training this morning?

See? What did I tell you? I knew she would come in here and whine about me not training for my match. Does she care about my career? No….she just cares about her meal ticket cashing in.

Monoxide: Meagan, I’m just fighting my sister. It shouldn’t be a problem.

Meagan: Just your sister?

Meagan walks over and grabs a hold of my shoulder.

Meagan: Kayla Jones is a former GDW World Heavyweight Champion.

Monoxide: Yeah and the bitch hasn’t competed in a long time. Not to mention the fact that she has a history of nagging neck injuries that have put her on the shelf. She can’t wrestle her way out of a paper bag. She’s done.

Meagan puts her hands on her hips and looks down at me with skeptical eyes. She could be skeptical because she knows that I don’t care about outwrestling Kayla. I only care about hurting her. I care only about destroying her once and for all.

Meagan: Listen Hardy….

Monoxide: Monoxide. I do not go by the name Hardy any longer.

Meagan sighs out of frustration.

Meagan: Fine…”Monoxide”…listen, I know that you do not give a damn about beating Kayla Jones. You just care about destroying her once and for all. You care about putting her on the shelf.

A sick and sadistic grin spreads across my face.

Monoxide: I want to do more than just put the bitch on the shelf. I want to send her to hell right where she belongs.

Meagan: Well just remember, Monoxide, that if you do not win, then I do not get paid. NEITHER OF US will get paid. Monoxide, winning is important. Make sure you win. What you do to her after the bell rings signaling the end of the match is your business. But for my sake, please win.

Meagan turns and makes her exit. My eyes follow her as she walks out.

Monoxide: Believe me, Megs….I WILL win…I will crucify her.