Gibson’s Journal
Date: Thursday March 3, 2005 .
Time: 1:30 am .
Location: The basement of Selena’s home.

With the current episode of Anarchy occurring in the Denver arena, Selena had convince me to bring her along due to the fact she had family in the area that she hadn’t seen in years. The last time she’d spoken with them, everything had been going well. Her parents were hard at work, enjoying their jobs and time together. She didn’t really mention her brother, because she’d known he was in jail for grand theft auto, and possession of a deadly weapon when police captured him and his friend’s joy riding. At least that’s what Selena and I had thought when we walked into the door to meet with her family. While I’d met Selena’s parents, I’d never actually stayed at their home. I had been ready for a good time, with no sense of awkwardness or anything going wrong. It would be a good chance to relax before I made my ring debut.

Too bad that wasn’t the case. As we’d walked into her old house, and looked around my eyes fell across a man I had hoped and prayed I’d never met. Her brother Nathan, the same one that had abused her more then half a dozen times in a course of only a few short months. It was the same brother that was supposed to be in jail and was supposed to no longer a concern to anyone in the family. His appearance quickly made things more difficult to deal with. I wanted to walk right over to him, and make him feel the sort of torment and agony that he’d forced Selena to experience, the same sort of torment that I’d once dealt with as a child. However I knew I couldn’t, because no matter how badly I wanted to hurt him, I had respect for the family and respect for Selena. She wouldn’t be able to watch the man she loved battle it out with the man that had abused her only a short time ago. She was tired of violence and just wanted to go back to living her life like a normal a person, which was why the presence of Nathan made things so difficult for all of us.

As soon as I had arrived I told her I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, and I promised her she’d be safe. It was my responsibility to keep my fiancée safe, especially from a monster that had no concern for human life, and had no problem beating on his younger, weaker sister. I know I’d done some despicable things in my career, but as far as I was concerned nothing was as bad as what he’d done to Selena. He was supposed to love her, and look after her. She was supposed to feel safe, the older brother protecting her from the evils the world had to offer. Never, NEVER should the evil be someone you are supposed to love and trust. Seeing Nathan made me sick to my stomach, and there was nothing I could do, to make him pay for his actions. Some people need justice, while others just need and deserve punishment for the crimes they had committed. I wanted to be the once to deliver the justice to Nathan, but I knew that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t punish him for what he’d done to Selena, and that made looking at him twice as difficult, because I couldn’t have my way with him.

The entire night I had been very talkative, enjoying conversations with Selena and her parents. We’d spoken on everything from our high school days, to our embarrassing moments, to things we enjoyed. However anytime Nathan tried to speak, and give his own two cents I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut. I realized I was probably coming off as a cold, heartless bastard, but I didn’t care. I was justified to behave the way I had been. Nathan and I weren’t friends, and I would gladly make him pay if the chance ever arose.

Unfortunately, he seemed to think otherwise. From the minute I’d walked into the room, he was trying to suck up to me, trying to act like I gave a damn if he approved of me and vice versa. He was trying to make me feel like Selena was over exaggerating what had happened, because he knew that I was well aware of his actions. The problem with all of this was that I didn’t believe him, I didn’t believe the way he was acting was true and I didn’t think he was worthy of my friendship. You shouldn’t hurt the ones you love, that’s a theory I have always believed in and as a result, made Nathan look like he was lower then dirt.

I am lying awake in bed, anxiously waiting for the morning to come, before I can head over to the arena and beat the living hell out of Fred and Steve. I didn’t feel like this was a proper environment for me to be in, and I didn’t feel like it was the proper environment for Selena to be in either. I knew she was up, in her own bed right now too. Nathan had made her life a living hell for so long, and some nights she would make me hold her, and protect her in case he stormed into our room. He didn’t know where we lived, or what room we’d be in. She was so scared of him, it didn’t matter though. She was always expecting him to burst him, and return to making her feel like a punching bag, and sometimes she’d be afraid of me. I’ve often slept on the floor and even in the guest bedroom down the hall, because she still thinks that I might act like her drugged up brother, and start beating her when I get angry.

She’s often apologized to me about this as well, because she feels her reactions and actions around me, when I say or do certain things is her fault. I often apologize to her as well, because I feel like the things I can say and I do causes her reactions and actions, because I feel like it’s my fault I wasn’t more careful. The truth was though; it wasn’t either of our faults. She wasn’t at fault for her behaviors, and I wasn’t at fault for them either. Who was? Nathan was. It was Nathan’s fault she’d been scarred for life, and she couldn’t trust men the way she wanted to. I wanted to beat him for it too. I wanted to make him live a life of constant fear, for what he’d done to her. I knew he was downstairs too, with her parents upstairs. He was sleeping on the couch, in the living room, and I was in the guest bedroom. It wouldn’t be a bad idea; I could threaten him, rough him up a bit, and make him pay the price. Punish him for what he’d done to her. I couldn’t though, I couldn’t go ahead and hurt him, and make him pay. Unlike him, I had respect for his parents, and they trusted me enough not to hurt him, and not to make him pay for his actions. I couldn’t break it, especially since they’d be my parents in law.

I would lie in bed, and listen until around seven-thirty in the morning, waiting for a chance to get up and make sure Nathan stayed right where he belonged. I was waiting in case Selena sent me the message, she felt threatened, ready to rush my way up the stairs and enter room, pulling her brother off of her. I was waiting for him to move, and go anywhere, so I’d know where he was. I had no plans of sleeping, because sleep would be a possible chance where he could act, once again trying to vent his frustrations. I’ll admit, I had a big match on Anarchy, and sleep was something I should have gotten. However no matter how badly I wanted to be successful in the XWF, Selena was my number one priority, and I would gladly give up my career for her. A single match, even if it was again Steve Jason, wasn’t important. All that mattered was that Selena was safe and sound, and I had no problem sacrificing anything to ensure she was.

I think it’s funny, because everyone in the XWF seems to think that the XWF is the most important thing in the world. Krazzy Kid wants respect from everyone. Trent Gein feels like his destiny has finally been fulfilled with the Universal Championship, Dynamic Dynamite feels as though his life has been ended with the loss of the Universal Championship. Jem Williams wants his life to have meaning once again, using the XWF as that goal. Fred L, his life is only the XWF. So many people look at the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, and everything that goes on in it, as the only thing that matters in the world. If they don’t get what they want, and things don’t go as they plan, they’re ready to cry and ready to make a plea to anyone who will listen about how they were screwed out of what they deserved. Maybe it’s time they all grew up, and realized that things are more important then the XWF. I’d gladly leave the XWF, if that meant my wife to be, was in a position were she’d never feel threatened. Unfortunately for the roster of the XWF, they don’t have that someone or something special that would give up to make sure they felt safe and comfortable.

I’m starting to feel my eyes get heavy, so maybe it’s time for another cup of coffee. I’ll write again soon, once I have time.

-End Journal.

Point of View: Andrew Gibson
Date: Friday March 4, 2005.
Location: Mile High Stadium, Denver, CO

.:: I looked at the card for next week’s anarchy, and smiled with a wicked grin. It was close to being a rematch between Trent Gein and Dynamic Dynamite, except one extra element had been added, one element that would bring this rematch to a brand new level. That new element was none other then me, Andrew “The Blade” Gibson. I knew Trent must have been pleased with this announcement because I had been nice enough to end the Universal Championship celebration early. Trent wanted to pose with the belt, and show the fans that the Black Order wasn’t as unbeatable as they claimed to be. However, a chair shot to the cranium ended that when I made my return, reminding fans that a true champion was returning. I figured Dynamite was probably looking forward to the match as well, because he was also one of the ones on the receiving end of a chair shot to the head. Both of these guys had a reason to enjoy me in the match, and both of these guys were probably looking forward to trying to break me in the name of revenge.

The truth was I was looking forward to meeting these two competitors in the ring. I wanted to show them what happens when they step into the ring against the most evolved form of a professional wrestler. No one could beat me, or stop me from achieving greatness in the XWF. In my match against Fred L and Steve Jason, I dominated the entire time I was in the ring. I had the match won, S3’ing Steve Jason from the top rope to the ground, which would of ended the match had Dynamic not decided to distract the special guest referee, Jem Williams. While a pin had never been counted Steve Jason hadn’t moved from the time Dynamic came out to the time, he left with the Black Order. As far as I was concerned, it was now three wins for me and one win for Steve Jason. I was excited though, I was looking forward to this match. As I stared at the card, all I could do was smile and grin at the mere thought of stepping into the ring with these two men.

Trent Gein was the Universal Champion, and a win over him would help propel myself to a contender spot on the roster, that I was looking for. Trent and I had only ever met in the ring once before, where I gave him a huge boast in his career. I let him pin me so he could leave the arena with the Xtreme Title. The truth was, I knew exactly what he was doing, and wanted him to pin me. I didn’t want the Xtreme Title, and I had been threatened to lose my job, if I no showed the match. So I simply allowed Trent to pin me, so all would be good. He could a worthless title, and I got far away from everyone in the match. At the time, I didn’t think I’d face him again. Looking at Trent over a year ago, you didn’t see a Universal Champion. You didn’t even see a World Champion. You saw some guy, with an ugly face trying to achieve what would seem to be impossible. I’ll admit I have to give Trent some respect for actually making it to the main event scene, and for actually winning the Universal Championship. He built his way up from the ground, and started off as some rookie who needed a lot of work to being acknowledged as the best the XWF had to offer. After all, that’s what the Universal Championship told the world. By holding that title, you were able to claim to be the best the XWF could produce. At times, it can add a black eye to the XWF, like when Gecko or Fred L held the title, because having them as the best the XWF could produce, doesn’t make the XWF appear as the powerhouse they are. Trent Gein could represent the XWF, and do some believability, I was proud of him and I hoped he enjoyed his title reign. I was looking forward to facing Trent , because it’s always an honor when you’re facing a Universal Champion, besides I wanted to send Trent a message. I wanted his title, I wanted it as soon as I could get it, and I would stop at nothing to get it.

However, my desire to face DD was for a totally different reason. I didn’t like him, and I didn’t respect him. The truth was that while I did use him to send a message by DDTing him onto a steel chair, to return to the XWF, at the time I had no problem with him. Sure he was in the Black Order, and sure he was using the Black Order as much as possible to ensure he’d win, and ensure he’d keep the Universal Championship around his waist. Can you blame him though? I did the same thing to ensure I had the Universal Championship, and to ensure I kept it. I couldn’t criticize his actions, because that would be hypocritical of me. I’ve done the same thing as he’d done, and I didn’t regret my actions. In fact, until tonight, I had no problem with him at all. I didn’t respect him, I had no reason to, but I also had no reason to dislike him. All I saw before tonight was a champion, who wanted to keep his belt. However, when Dynamic came out and ended up interfering in my match, he screwed me out of another, official win over Steve Jason. Steve and I are very competitive, and as a result, we would of kept battling until the match had a clear winner, although after an S3, it did look like I was about to pick up the win. DD ended up screwing up a classic, and I don’t like it when people interfere with my matches. Next week on Anarchy, it was a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match, which meant I would beat Dynamic Dynamite all over the Phoenix, and make him pay for getting involved in my business.

Next week, it was going to be a show casing of talents. It was going to the Universal Champion, the number one contender, and the most evolved wrestler in the XWF. When Anarchy comes to Phoenix , and the bell rings, the fans at home and the fans in the building would get the chance to watch me show Trent and Dynamic, that while they’re good. They’re not great. Everyone would get the chance to see that while they’ve got talent, they’re not talented enough. Everyone would see just what happens when the best the XWF has to offer steps into the ring with two men who are supposed to be considered the best. Trent wears that Universal Championship, because he was given an opportunity and proved that he deserved it. He was hand selected by the owner of the XWF, and done so because at the time Jonathyn believed that Trent was one of the best the XWF had, to stop the Black Order. However stars return, and remind wrestlers that they’re only so good. That’s exactly what’s about to happen. I’m about to step into the ring and remind Trent , and remind Dynamic, that they’re not good enough yet. No one can stop me, not even Steve Jason could on Thursday, and he’s supposed to be one of the greatest superstars to ever step into the XWF ring. Evolution had passed everyone by, but me, and once again evolution was ready to beat down the weaker talents.

I wiped my face, making sure the sweat came off my forehead. I was still tired from my match early. It was my first match in a while, and I was still adjusting to the rigors of the ring. I looked around my bag for my shirt, already changing into my jeans. I found my black dress shirt, and put it on; carefully doing each button up, making sure I didn’t put a button in the wrong whole. After all, I figured Sayors would eventually be in, with the intentions of an interview. I tucked my shirt into my pants and waited. Sure enough, Steve Sayors busted into the room, looking around for me. His eyes quickly scanned the room, and found me. He motioned for the camera man to follow him, as he walked up to me. ::.

“Hey Gibson! Nice to see you back, I don’t think anyone was really expecting you to return to the ring at Turning Point, after you’d admitted in various magazines you believed your career was over, after suffering a muscle tear. How’s the arm feeling, after competing in your match?”

“To be honest, Sayors? It’s a little sore, but I was told to expect it at first, as my muscle started to adjust to workouts the ring required. However, it’s feeling good. I’m not in any pain. It’s just nice to finally be able to get back into the ring again.”

“It was nice to see you in the ring! You did a great job tonight, dominating the entire time. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen anyone step into the ring, and manhandle Fred L and Steve Jason the way you did. Everyone was expecting you to compete, and give those two guys a challenge, but I don’t think either of them had a single offensive move on you, during the entire match.”

“That’s because they didn’t. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised by Steve’s performance, but as I’ve said so many times, evolution just passed him by. We’re both working on returning and establishing ourselves as top tier performers, and so I expected him to bring it to me at full strength. Maybe he’s still working on getting rid of all the ring rust. As far as Fred is concerned, as I’ve said numerous times, he’s a joke and he doesn’t challenge me at all. He didn’t stand a chance against me, and I made sure he had regretted ever stepping into the ring. When we started the match I dominated him, and even when he was stand on the apron, I was still kicking his ass. Regardless of if he’s willing to admit it or not, he’s a joke and I proved that on Anarchy.”

“Well, even though you dominated your match, you didn’t win. The match ended in a no contest when Dynamic Dynamite came out, and distracted Jem Williams while you pinned Steve Jason, and then he had his henchman attack you.”

“Yeah, that’s how I remember it too. Dynamic came out, during a match, in which he had no business getting involved with, and decided to screw me out of a three count. Apparently he couldn’t realize that had he waited three more seconds, a match winner would have been declared, and he would have had a lot less to worry about. I guess when you’re too busy crying because you’re nothing more then a loser; you don’t stop and think things through. As far as he and his henchman go, it’s too bad he feels like he can’t deal with me one on one. He needs to have me two losers sneak attack me. When I knocked his ass out, it was ME and only me. I don’t have a problem stepping into the ring and beating him down.”

“Well you’re going to get that chance next week on Anarchy, when you face Dynamic and Trent Gein in a none-title, no disqualification, falls count anywhere match.”

“That’s right Sayors, and I can’t wait. I know both these guys want to get revenge on me, after I was nice enough to return at their expense. Dynamic already proved he doesn’t like to get attacked after his matches by having Brake and OG Thug sneak attack me. Dynamic wasn’t pleased and had me attacked. I know Trent wasn’t pleased with my attack either, he’s admitted in several times on tape. So I KNOW these two are itching to try and beat the hell out of me. The thing that neither of them has taken into consideration, and probably won’t even believe, is evolution.”

“Evolution?”

“That is correction, DD and Trent Gein have not taken into consideration the fact that evolution had passed them by, making them nothing special, while pushed me to reach levels most XWF stars hope to achieve one day with enough training. I am better then them, and even while I was at their level, I still was better then them. I hold wins over Dynamic Dynamite. Trent only beat me, because I let him. Now I have evolved to a level so much higher then either of them could imagine, and the only way they might have a chance to beat me, is if they worked as a team, but even then it’d still be difficult for them, but to be honest, I’m not too concerned.”

“You’re not?”

“Why should I be? Dynamic and Trent couldn’t co-exist during a match, if their life depended on it. It’s a triple threat match, which means they’re can only be one winner. They hate each other, and they wouldn’t be willing to give each other an edge. This match is going to be a walk in the park, and I know that they are worried, and if they aren’t, they should be. I’m going to make both of those two wish they were back in the Canadian Division, and that they don’t want to have anything to do with true Universal Championship talent.”

“Well, it’s safe to say you’re not worried about your match. Are you concerned about outside interference?”

“You mean am I worried about WHEN the Black Order appears to help Dynamic? I’m not, Steve. Survival of the fittest and only the strong survive. When they show up, I will be ready for them, and I will make the regret trying to help Dynamic. I am Evolution, and they can’t handle someone as strong as me.”

“So it’s safe to say, you’re going to be prepared for your match then. One more question, for you. We caught you and Superballs on camera. What’s the relationship with him, and his wife?”

“We’re friends simple as that, Sayors… Now that’s you’re last question, so get out, so I can go.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant, after seeing you’re reaction; to her being pregnant you seemed shocked. How come?”

“You said one last question; I answered it, now it’s time for you to go… OUT!”

“But… I… I…”

“OUT!”

.:: I watched as Sayors jumped, turned around a scurried out of my room, without another question. I was tired of answering his questions, and really didn’t want to have anymore to do with him. I’d answered his questions, and now he was just trying to keep me on camera. Superballs was my friend, and his wife was pregnant. What more to it was there? I was tired of Sayors already, and I’d only been back in the XWF for a few short days. I just wanted to get back to my girlfriend, and make sure Nathan had tried anything. ::.