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"I see a red door, and I want it painted black." I think aloud.
I continue on, chuckling to myself about the seeming randomness of the thought. I see teenage girls and college girls, some are legal, and some probably are not. They are dressed in tank tops and short shorts or Daisy Dukes. Some of the shorts have words printed on the backside, which as far as I can tell serves one purpose and one purpose only: to make people look at the wearers' asses. I look away as I feel myself growing aroused.
"I see the girls go by, dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes." I think silently, smirking.
Trying to get my mind of the abundant displays of skin- even in mid-November, the Vegas heat is a touch warm- I glance up the street at the cars in the driveways. Black BMWs and Mercedes-Benz and Cadillacs and Lincolns fill the driveways as far as I can see.
"I see a line of cars and they're all painted back."
"With flowers and my love, both never to come back." I say, loud and proud.
As I walk down the cul-de-sac street in my black jeans and black leather jacket, Vegas' "high society" residents quickly look away from me. Mothers gently but hastily shove their young children back into their sprawling mansions.
"I see people turn their heads and quickly look away." I think with a grin.
"I look inside myself and see my heart is black. I see my red door, I must have it painted black." I whisper to myself.
"Maybe then I'll fade away, not have to face the facts. It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black."
"My world cannot stay black. I was defeated by Twilight for the National Championship. My darkest day. I find myself caught in my own prison. But I'm entitled to overcome. And overcome I shall.
I have a triple threat with Grizzly Z and Jack Jones tomorrow. We head to Mexico City with nothing but the pride of victory on the line. November Reign hovers and looms on the horizon next week, making this our last chance to make a positive impression before one of SFT's biggest annual events. The last pay-per-view stop before Everything Ends, and the New Beginnings that follow.
I have no problem with Grizzly Z or Jack Jones personally, aside from my individual opinion that they have no faith in anything of value. However, I've got to say this much: do I really have to wrestle a Grizzly and a Cowboy at Strike Towers Wrestling on November 21? Come on, guys. Halloween was three weeks ago. Quit with the playing dress up.
Seriously, though, I look forward to stepping into the ring with those two. Grizzly Z almost certainly would have been a World Champion by now if he'd ever stuck around SFT long enough to make it up through the ranks. And say what you like about Jack Jones, he always fights hard: win, lose, or draw. They are each worthy competition on their own. Together, they present me with one heck of a triple threat challenge.
I am sure I usually come across as looking down my nose at everybody, including my opponents, but at heart what I am is a competitor and a warrior. I welcome good sport, and that is what I have in Mexico City. A game challenge indeed.
Why the sudden change? I guess you could say that I have been humbled more than usual by this South of the Border tour. I just feel... different. I am tired of being mean and belligerent. I took revenge against Grizzly Z for what I feel was him sticking his nose in my business and tarnishing my big moment against Big T. It was quite possibly the biggest match of my career, and not one, not two, but THREE men decided to shit all over it. Grizzly laughed at me for losing the title the next week to Twilight. But the title reign was tainted and stained with shit from the start. So what was the point, really? Whether it lasted a week, a month, or a year, the black cloud of that controversy was going to remain. I was damned from the start.
I wanted to beat Big T and prove that I could beat the self-professed 'Icon' and 'Legend.' I wanted to make him tap out and squeal like a school girl. I was going to do it, and I was going to do it BY MYSELF. SwitchBlade and Primal Destiny took that away from me.
That is why I was angry, Grizzly. That is why I laid you out when I got the chance. It's nothing personal. It's just business.
But last week I returned the favor. Last week I, along with Revelation, decimated your opponents and allowed you to win your match. So you are welcome. See, I don't hold a grudge. I get even, and then I move on.
This week you and I are opponents, and our run-ins in recent week will surely intensify things. I enjoy that. The fans enjoy that. Here is an idea, Grizzly. What do you say you and I destroy Jack Jones, and then we take care of our issues like men? Face to face, man to man, one on one. I know we could get that done easily. How does that sound to you?
The Grizzly and the Cobra. Surely with your size and power, you would be the clear favorite. I must rely on speed and agility. Stick and move. Hit and run. Strike hard and with venom, making every shot count. With the right separation and timing, I could sink my fangs into your flesh with the Naja Bite and bring down The Almighty Bear. I don't care how big you are, once the blood stops flowing to your head, you are going to sleep.
Or perhaps it will be Jack Jones getting caught in the Consuming Fire, struck down by War's fiery red sword.
Come Hell or high water, I must be victorious this Sunday in Mexico City before Strike Towers comes back to the good ol' USA for November Reign. I will not be denied. I will take what I want, and what I want is victory.
I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky. Tomorrow at Strike Towers Wrestling, I WILL Paint It Black."
As I turn to head back to my hotel in order to get ready for my flight, the scene fades to BLACK.
>I see my red door and I want it painted black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
I see a red door and I want it painted black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I wanna see your face, painted black
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky 
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