Her long, flowing red locks danced effortlessly in the wind, as she looked over her shoulders cautiously while walking down the street, her heels clicking loudly with each step. She clutched her brown coat closely to her body, shivering occasionally. The November air was particularly cold this night, as she made her way across the street, looking both ways before crossing. Her lips were chapped from the cold night air, and her hands were now buried within the pockets of her coat. She soon discovered that she was being watched as she made her way into the slums. She walked slowly down an alley filled with a haze of cigarette smoke, and the distinct scent of marijuana being smoked. She inhaled deeply, and smiled slightly, as she made her way to the rear of the alley, where two figures are leaning against a tall metal fence. As she got closer to them, she recognized them as Josh, Anthoni's dealer, and his bodyguard Malcolm. They soon recognized her too, and quickly waved her over, as Malcolm pulled a brown paper bag from behind them.

[+]Josh[+] Kylie, what's up baby girl? What brings you down to the hood?

[+]Kylie[+] Hey Josh, hi Malcolm. I'm here to make purchase...for Anthoni. You guys holding?

Malcolm and Josh laugh, as Kylie gives them each a hug.

[+]Josh[+] You know we are, girl. Speaking of your boy Anthoni, how is he these days? I haven't seen him around much lately.

[+]Kylie[+] He's not doing too good. We still haven't got our son back yet, and he took a bad hit to the head the other night. He's in bed recovering from that, the doctors said it was only a mild concussion.

[+]Josh[+] Speaking of your kid, did you two ever find out who took him?

[+]Kylie[+] Yeah, we did…it was the guy that's challenging for Anthoni's World Heavyweight Championship on the tenth of this month.

[+]Josh[+] Damn, girl...well, I've seen Anthoni fight, and well, he can take him. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it.

[+]Kylie[+] Thanks, Josh. I really needed to hear that...

[+]Josh[+]You don't sound so sure of it.

[+]Kylie[+]Well, honestly, I'm not. Not only does Kronik have our son, but he's been beating the hell out of Anthoni every chance he got over the past few weeks.

Josh and Malcolm both laugh at the mention of Kronik's name.

[+]Josh[+]The guy's name is Kronik? Wow...

[+]Kylie[+] Yeah, but he's huge...he's like seven foot tall or something, and strong as hell...

[+]Josh[+] Like I said, Anthoni will smoke him...

Again, Josh and Malcolm laugh at the pun on Kronik's name.

[+]Kylie[+] Well, shall we get down to business? I need some of your best stuff, more specifically, painkillers.

[+]Josh[+] We've got loritab, toridol, pretty much anything you could possibly want. How much are you willing to spend?

[+]Kylie[+] You should know by now that money is no object with us, Josh.

[+]Josh[+] Alright then, just follow us then. We've got some good stuff back at our place.

Kylie nods in agreement, and follows Josh and Malcolm out of the alley, and to an early model Oldsmobile Cutlass parked out on the curb. The car itself reeks of marijuana, and there is trash scattered throughout the vehicle. Kylie brushes some of the trash off of the seat, and takes a seat in the back. Josh and Malcolm get into the car, and turns the key in the ignition. It starts, and backfires, and despite it sounding like a piece of shit, the car still runs. The three of them drive off down the street, with Malcolm sporadically scanning the street, most likely looking for cops. With the inspection sticker expired, as well as the license plate, the car is about as legal as a Mexican immigrant without a green card. After about fifteen minutes of driving, they pull into the parking lot of a run down apartment complex, and park in front of apartment number sixty-nine. Kylie, Josh, and Malcolm all get out of the car, and hastily enter the apartment, closing and locking the door behind them.

[+]Kylie[+]Quite the place you've got here, Josh.

[+]Josh[+]Thanks...I think.

The apartment was just as dirty as the car, if not more. There was a minifridge in the corner, with empty beer bottles on top of it. Dirty clothes were scattered about the place, and once in a while, Kylie could spot a roach scurrying across the floor. Or maybe it was a mouse.

[+]Kylie[+]Now, where is the merchandise?

[+]Josh[+]Malcolm, go get it from the bedroom.

Kylie winks a couple of times, before her eyes bug out at what she just realized.

[+]Kylie[+]You two...sleep in the same bed?

[+]Josh[+]Yup. Not only are we dealers, but we're domestic life partners. The room goes into an awkward silence between the two, but then Malcolm returns with a brown paper bag, labeled "brown bag special".

[+]Josh[+]No, not that those! Not our condoms! Go get the other bag!

Malcolm scuttles off towards the bedroom again, embarrassed at his mistake, and this time, returns with the correct bag.

[+]Kylie[+]]So how much do I owe you?

[+]Josh[+]You know what, Kylie, since this is to help my boy Anthoni get better, don't worry about paying me. Just get him to kick that Kronik guy's ass.

[+]Kylie[+]Thanks, Josh.

Kylie thanks him with a peck on the cheek, and just as the three of them leave the apartment, the police arrive with their sirens wailing and lights flashing. Panicking, Josh and Malcolm hop in the car, and speed off, leaving Kylie alone to deal with the cops. Looking around, she takes off running, but stumbles as one of her heels breaks, causing her to drop the bag. She turns around to go back for it, but as she picks it up, she gets shot several times in the chest, and falls to her knees, holding her hands over her chest as blood pours out through her fingers, and collapses to the ground...

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Anthoni pushed the comforter and sheet off of him. He was drenched in sweat, yet despite this fact, he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed to turn the air conditioner on. His head was still throbbing violently, and this was made worse by the fact that Kylie still hadn't come home. He sat up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reached for his cell phone, which was next to his can of dip on the nightstand next to his bed, and instead knocked the lamp off, reducing it to chunks of ceramic and glass. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he forced himself out of bed to clean up the mess. The noise from the vacuum made his headache much worse; so much so that it felt like his head was being ran over repeatedly by an eighteen-wheeler. Nevertheless, he made it through the ordeal, and even turned the air conditioner on while he was up. When he got back in bed, and made himself comfortable, his cell phone ringing interrupted his attempt at slumber. He was very much tempted to ignore it, however, since he was becoming increasingly worried about Kylie, he chose to answer it rather than to allow it to ring incessantly.

[+]Anthoni[+]...Hello...?

[+]???[+]Anthoni, it's me.

Anthoni recognized the voice of the caller as that of his brother, Rayne. He hadn't heard from him since before he'd won the World Heavyweight Title, and although he was glad to hear from him, there was something unsettling about the tone in his voice.

[+]Anthoni[+]Hey bro, what's up?

[+]Rayne[+]A lot. Have you seen Kylie lately?

[+]Anthoni[+]Not really, I've been asleep for the past several hours, and she went out just before I feel asleep. She still hasn't come back, and I tried calling her phone, but it goes straight to her voicemail.

[+]Rayne[+]Damn...

[+]Anthoni[+]Rayne, what's the matter man? You don't sound like your usual self. Is there something wrong?

There was a brief moment of awkward silence on Rayne's end. Anthoni could tell that there was definitely something wrong.

[+]Rayne[+]All I can say that I think you should watch the news tonight and tomorrow.

[+]Anthoni[+]That's not going to be a problem, I've got it TiVoed for whenever I miss it. My head is killing bro, I need to get back to sleep.

[+]Rayne[+]Alright bro, just remember, call me if you need anything at all.

Anthoni ends the call, and flips his phone shut. He still didn't know what was going on, but his head was still throbbing, and he decided to wait until the morning to watch the news. He rolled over, and tried to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't. Not only was he worried about Kylie, and what Rayne had said, he had his first World Championship defense rapidly approaching, and his chance to get his son back from Kronik.

[+]Anthoni[+]The hour of redemption draws near, Kronik, and you will finally have to face me face to face like a man, and not attacking me from behind, like you've made a habit of doing over the past few weeks. I bet you felt like a big man, first taking my son from me, and then attacking me over and over. Just answer me this. Was it all worth it? Was it all worth trying to get an advantage going into a title match that you never really earned? I suppose you will think that everything you've done up to this point has pushed me to the edge of sanity, to the point where my anger will consume me and inevitably allow you to wrench the World Heavyweight Title from my clutches.

Anthoni pulls the backpack from under his bed, and rummages through its contents for a moment, and pulls out a blunt and lights it up. He takes a big hit from it, and exhales the smoke through his nostrils.

[+]Anthoni[+]The fact is that you couldn't be more wrong. You see, Kronik, what you've once again failed to do is get the job done. I mean, really, how many attacks is it going to take for you take me out? Simply put, no matter how many times you attack me from behind, the only thing you're accomplishing is...oh wait; you're not accomplishing anything because just like your brother Priest, you never finish the job. Is that how you two plan on cementing your legacies in this business, by half-assing everything you do? That doesn't sound like much of a legacy to me. But I suppose that is what differentiates you two from me. When I start something, I finish it. And when you and I step into the ring at Revenge, rest assured that I will finish you, and your hopes for my World Heavyweight Championship off.

Anthoni takes another hit from the joint, and his demeanor indicates that he has mellowed out significantly since the phone call from his brother.

[+]Anthoni[+] I will admit though, I won't be completely bored beating the hell out of you. The fans get to vote on what type of match you and I will be having. Will it be a Hell in a Cell, where I'll grind your hideous face into the cage for a much needed improvement? Or will it be an I Quit match, where I'll have you begging for your life? Perhaps it will be a Texas Death match, where I could pin your ass, and then knock you the fuck out. This is completely out of our hands, Kronik. Are you ready for the biggest match of your career? Personally, I'm more than ready to add your name to the already long list of people I've beaten over the years. Don't get me wrong; I'm not underestimating your abilities one bit. What I am saying is this...I know what I'm capable of, and I've seen what you can do...and from that, I can honestly say that regardless of what type of match we will compete in, I am more than confident in the fact that not only will I remain the WWA World Heavyweight Champion, but also that your habit of keeping my son away from his parents will be broken.

After failing to fall asleep yet again, Anthoni decides to turn on the television. Flipping through the channels, he stumbles across the local news channel where the anchorman is about to discuss the latest story, and turns the volume up.

[+]Patrick Hibbs[+]In late breaking events, a young woman of her late twenties was shot by local police officers today, while attempting to flee the scene of what was believed to be a drug deal. Police officers have identified the female as Kylie Smith, a former professional wrestler of IWF and UCWF fame...

Anthoni slings the remote at the television, shattering the screen, as he begins to scream in denial, tears streaming down his face. Getting out of bed, he grabs a pair of jeans from his closet and pulls a white tee shirt on, and hastily grabs his wallet and car keys from the night stand and storms out of the condo...

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