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What's Next For The Gothic Warrior? What�s next? Who�s next? Jesus, I sound like Goldberg. "FEAR THE SPHERE!!!" Damn, he sucked. Just another career for the jobber mill. I�ve plowed through �em all. I�ve gone bottom to top and back again, then back to the top. I�ve visited more pain on this sorry federation than anyone. But now, I have no direction. I have nothing ahead of me. I�ve taken on all comers, I�ve defeated everyone who dared to get in my way. God knows I kicked Howell�s ass from Japan to Jamestown. Little prick actually thought he was better than me. Holy Christ, he�s a moron. It was just another Glass Match outcome. Not only did I win, as always, but I nearly killed the fucker. Just the way it always is. No one beats me in a Glass Match. NO ONE. He stole my title, and claimed it was his own. Granted, it was enough to piss me off, but it still didn�t fill the void. He may have had the belt, but he knew deep down that it wasn�t his. That�s why he accepted my challenge in the first place. To try to prove that he could legitimately hold MY title. But I sent that little fuckface packing. Now I have nothing to prove. -=- Nomad gets up from his chair, takes a few short steps to the railing of the balcony, and looks out over the city. He takes a deep breath of the hot, burning, chemical air of New York City -=- The whole EWA is in a state of utter chaos. Thanks to all my former "friends," no one is safe. Serial Thrylla stabbed not only the entire EWA, but the entire COUNTRY in the back when he joined up with his fellow turncoat Clayton "The Onslaught" Chandler. They took everything Team Ballz once stood for, and threw it away. They dragged their own legacy through the dirt. Once a name that stood for pride, for goodness, and a long-standing tradition of excellence....now Team Ballz is only associated with evil, greed, and a number of horrors done to the EWA. At one time, I almost idolized them for their ability....their strength. Now, I only look down on them as scum for doing the unthinkable. And what about Johnny Rage and Rick Ramos, the Regulators? They, too, were once my friends. What they did last Sunday was almost as bad. Granted, they stood on the side of good like always, but....they turned on their closest friends. As much as I hate what Thrylla and Chandler are doing, I could never go against them....they�re the closest thing to friends I�ve ever had in this industry. Quite frankly, I think the Regulators only came back to collect on the red-hot "old skool" cash cow. Everyone�s back now, there�s no one waiting in the wings. And the EWA is hotter than ever. Stone, for all his mega-heel big talking, is still willing to dish out the big bucks for top draws like Rick and Johnny. I�m sure they�re pulling in a cool seven-digit salary each for their latest EWA run. The whole situation just sickens me. Something needs to be done about it, and fast. But I�m not the man for the job, am I? I�d have too much riding on the outcome if I were to get involved. It�s better to just mind my own business until it all blows over. I haven�t talked to Thrylla, Chandler, or the Regulators in well over three months. It�s best to keep it that way. But still, where do I go from here....? -=- Nomad gazes out over the iron, glass, and concrete jungle of New Yory City with a distant look in his eyes....clouds gather and tumble together, the air chills and tingles....in the distance, Nomad sees something that sends shivers up his spine....he sees an omen....he sees a storm brewing.... -=- 
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