The familiar flashes of the camera bulbs, the roaring cheers and jeers of the fans. The memories of being in the ring all come back to Simon Terry, as if he hadn't been away for nearly a year. Simon stumbles though the blood clotted battlefield known as the WPW ring, looking for the next opponent. The blood of his enemies staind the mat. Simon scans the ring, to find no more conscious foes to be beaten. The limp bodies of all the WPW superstars laid out beneath his feet and outside the ring. Even around the security railing bodies were leaning and hanging over the steel beams. Not just the WPW superstars, every wrestler Simon had ever faced in his career were spread out in the ring. Some enemies like Dre of HIW, Firebomb of ML, and Rhemses Trekker, along with Simon's friends Cage Sullivan, Coyote, Ritchie Lane, and even Shawn Stryker. Above Simon swung the WPW World Championship, affixed by the snaps around a chain running from the ceiling of the building. Simon had been in a few ladder matches in his caree, and he knew what he had to do to have the thing he desired the most. Just ten to twelve steps up a ladder and Simon's biggest dream would be fulfilled. Upon trying to grab the ladder leaning on the turnbuckle, Simon realized that there's something in his right hand. A weapon.....a sledgehammer. There's a hand tapping him on his shoulder. Simon turns to face the remaining foe that has taken him by suprise. A man stands before him. A masked man...not the kind of mask a wrestler would normally wear, this mask had an oriental look....a little like the mask worn by Striken occasionally but more "kabuki"ish. Simon ducks to miss a swift double axe handle blow by this masked man. Quickly, Simon smacks the masked man with the sledgehammer on the forehead. The masked man falls..."easy enough" Simon thinks. Simon returns to the retreaval of the ladder leaning on the turnbuckle. He sets up the ladder for his final break for the symbol of greatness. He hesitates to climb, curiosity taking over, Simon turns to the fallen masked foe. He kicks the limp body to make sure there's no life in him. Simon slowly bends to one knee and begins removing the mask. Simon's eyes grow large and pupils dialate quickly. Simon takes a step and trips backwards over a fallen opponent. Simon crawles his way back over to the now unmasked last foe. Simon stares into the man's face realizing that the man is none other than.

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Simon himself.

Simon raises up in his bed, cold sweat and a headache to top all he's ever had. He turns to look at the alarm clock on the night stand beside him. 4:32 a.m. He realizes there's a leg draped over his left knee. He turns to give his wife Jessica a hug and try to return to sleep, hoping for no more nightmares this night. As he bends to kiss his wife the light catches the outline of her face. His eyes grow large once again as he realizes it's not his wife, but his ex fiance and tag team partner Cissy Miyas.

...to be continued.