*The American Indian. The Native American if you will. While some people go through life constantly playing the "I got screwed" game, perhaps no other group of people can rightfully lay claim to the dubious honor more than the American Indian. While some debate rages over whether or not they can rightfully claim themselves "Native Americans", the fact remains that the land of the continental United States was rightfully theres until it was taken away unjustfully. The Indians were forced to move off the land for which they had lived so many years. They were made to go into reservations, and if they wouldn't confide, there would be war waged on their respective tribes. While Chief Joseph lead a great escape for a little while to avoid being put on one of these reservations, eventually it took its toll on his people, the Army was never far behind them, and people were getting sick and dying. Joseph did what was indeed right for his people and surrendered, uttering the famous phrase "I can fight no more, forever." Now Indians live on reservations and thrive, selling hand made items and of course, big money from their many casinos. But if any Indian had a choice today between the reservation and living off the land like his ancestors before him, they would choose the land any day of the week. Now Dusty J and his friend Greg Dixson have decided to travel to the Pacific Northwest to Spokane, Washington, to visit the Spokane Indian Reservation. On this hot day Dusty is wearing a pair of blue Nike Basketball shorts and a "Dusty J Mania" basketball jersey, which are now available on EFWElite.com. Greg is decked out in some of the oddest apparel for this kind of trip, a hawaiian shirt and kacki shorts, with sandalls. Maybe Greg misinterpreted what Dusty said when he promised to go on a "trip." Nevertheless, the two are being shown around by a tour guide, riding in the back of a golf cart. Dusty adjusts his Seattle Mariners baseball cap as he tries to get the sun out of his eyes, while Greg chows down on a turkey sandwich he brought with him. The guide points out the teepees in which the Indians live, and drops off Dusty and Greg there, informing them to call whenever they need pick up. I guess she must be a wrestling fan, because that's probably against the rules. Dusty walks side by side with Greg until they approach a tall Indian man, presumably the leader of the tribe. Dusty and Greg shake the man's hand and exchange greetings.*

Hello sir, my name is Dusty J. This here is my friend Gregory Dixson. We just came for a tour of this place after watching some stuff about the reservations on PBS.

Hello Dusty J, Gregory Dixson, I am Chief Cuhamat of the Spokane Tribe, welcome to our home.

Thank you for having us Chief, it's a great honor to be here and we will attempt not to disturb you and your people by our prescence.

Think nothing of it. While we still may live in "pedestrian" conditions by today's more modern standards, we're not exactly cavemen, we all enjoy the EFW Wrestling show every week, and are big fans.

Well i'm glad to hear that, it's always great to interact with fans, but I have to tell you guys, the pleasure is all mine.

Your modesty astounds me for a person of such importance.

I've always tried to keep a level head. So what all is in store for today?

Well if you wish, you can come down to the river with us and go fishing, we could always use some extra help for tonight's dinner. It also looks like your friend Greg Dixson knows how to catch...and eat a number of fish.

You got that right!

*Dusty, Greg, Chief Cuhamat and a couple of other tribe members then gather their belongings and head down to the lake, where they will attempt to catch tonight's supper. Greg ends up scoring early, netting himself a might appetizing looking catfish.*

Looks like you got yourself a good one there Greg, nice going buddy.

Thanks! First line I threw out too, of all the luck!

Man, look at the fish, flopping and floundering, just got taken from the home it's known all its life, and now it's going to be dinner for us. The circle of life amazes me sometimes Greg.

Did I miss something? Or have you gone off your rocker man?

I'm just saying man, it's like, no matter what this fish could have done, spawned or whatever, it all ends up not mattering in the end, because all it is is dinner for a bigger species. Like, no matter what I may have done for EFW and no matter what I accomplish, there is always someone or something trying to fish me in, hook, line, and sinker. Attempting to bait me perfectly and then show me off to all of his friends like i'm some kind of trophy, and then dispose of me like nothing I had ever done meant a damn thing in the world. It's like EFW, it's like me. The river that is EFW is starting to dry up a little bit, and i'm feeling like a fish out of water because i'm the guy that's been around the block longer than all of these other guys, i'm the one that's been through the wars and won the Worlds Title, the only former Worlds Champion here still active. Could I be drying up? Flopping around like i've lost my mind? And then Miky Bly can just come in and grill me up?

I think you're overthinking all of this. You have a match, you have a very important match, an opportunity to win back that EFW Worlds Title, and you're going to do it.

As fun as it is to look at all this through rose colored shades, I might be on to something. Think of it, the Indians were armed with tomahawks, bows, and arrows. Then the white man came in with their guns and cannons and organized armies with sophisticated battle plans. While the Indians tried to overcome it, it still didn't matter because they were outdone, whether or not it was their fault, they were forced into those reservations, like this one Greg. The mightier species prevailed, because they were better equipped. In my instance, the other guys would be better equiped because they haven't been getting beat up around this place for so long.

Just go catch some fish Dusty.

*And he does. Dusty and the rest of the groups gathers a mighty good helping of various fish to serve as that night's dinner. Tonight is just not any other dinner either, it's going to be a big festival commemerating Dusty's visit, and of course he'll be the guest of honor along with Greg. When they get back to camp, they drop off all the fish and play some games, horseshoes and checkers. Afterwards, they all go horseback riding, which is a double edged sword for our good friend Greg Dixson. While Greg may have studied horses thoroughly and did enjoy learning and watching their elegance, he never seemed to have any luck with them firsthand. He started by stepping in a big pile of horse manure, then followed it up by not being able to get his fatass on the horse, then when he did, he got bucked off. When he tried to get back on, his horse neighed loudly in disapproval. By nightfall it was time to begin the festivites, and the women and children danced around the campfire as Dusty and Greg exchanged some words.*

So are you over whatever the hell was ailing you earlier? You seemed really psyched out.

Oftentimes I will psyche myself out before a big match, but it all still applies, I could be fished out.

Is there something wrong Dusty?

*Dusty looks up to see the concerned face of Chief Cuhamat. Cumahat sits down beside Dusty and Greg in hopes of getting some answers.*

I'm concerned about my current place in EFW Chief, see, I have this World Title Tournament match against Mike Bly upcoming on Rage, and i'm worried that I might be outmatched, like a fish against a master fisherman. Worried that i'll be hooked in and dragged out of the proverbial waters and left to strain for air minute upon minute until I just give in and let death take me over.

What gives you these sudden insecurities?

The fact that i'm here. On an Indian reservation. Watching those documentaries thinking about the natives who were forced to move from their rightful homelands onto these things because they weren't armed enough to fight the power against them.

That is just it Dusty, they were not armed with the guns and cannons and schemes of the white man, but you are armed with the wrestling talent to compete with anybody in EFW, or anyone on X-Net for that matter. You have what it takes to compete whereas my forefathers did not.

I guess you're right...

I know I am Dusty. Your friend Greg has already tried explaining this to you i'm sure of that, but you know, I feel insecure about the move as well. The ancient voices of my ancestors can sometimes be heard in the wind, the rain, the night. They are crying for us because we did not have the chance to live off of our god's land like they did for so long. They didn't care if they had modern materials or guns or weapons, they simply loved living off of this great land and wished that we could experience the same great feelings that they once did. I wish I could have, but I can not. You however can live from EFW, compete every week for EFW, and be the biggest wrestling star in the history of EFW.

You're right Chief. I'm sorry to bother you. I guess in a way i'm sort of a Native. I was one of the first two signed to a contract with EFW, and i've been there feeding off the EFW and their fans ever since. I cherish each and every day I get to perform for the people and for President Jeremy Nolin. I love it, and could never imagine in my wildest dreams being elsewhere. Something else I can't allow to happen is to be moved. I can not allow myself to be moved into obscurity or down on the card just because the other men have been there for a shorter time span, or because they're a bit bigger and a little stronger. I must draw the power from my insides, get my adrenaline pumping and just go out and do it.

Mike Bly may have thought he was encountering Dusty J, EFW Wrestler. Now he best prepare to meet Dusty J, the Elite Fantasy Wrestling native. The one who knows this land like no other, and can do seemingly impossible feats, and make them look routine. I am ready to grab my bows, and my arrows, and prepare for absolute warfare on Rage. I'll have my warpaint on, and be ready for the clash of a lifetime, over the ultimate possession in the world, EFW Worlds Title gold.

*With that said, everyone feasts on the great catch of the day. They all then go around the campfire dancing and singing songs joyously. Unlike Chief Joseph way back when, Dusty J will not give up the fight, because he can not afford to. Dusty will fight on, forever. The ancient voices would never forgive him if otherwise.*

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