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thing was a sham, all of it. Christmas was a great time for the unrealistic
ignorant people of the world whose narrow mindedness and stupidity clouded any
reason of thought they might have had. There was no such thing as Santa Clause
and if there was, he probably didn't wear a red suit and ride a flying sleigh
powered by reindeers. Neither did he deliver presents to half a billion
children in a few hours. Christmas had originally been a remembrance of
Christ. Now it had become commercialized. Even a holiday based on the son of
God had been turned into something hideous, like everything else in a world
full of pain, hate, greed, malice and self-interest. Hayley was very happy
that morning, Breeze had been jumped on in a very rude awakening. He had
bought her shed loads of presents and suppose couldn't blame her. They
received visits and phone calls galore that morning. As
time passed by and all the presents had been opened Hayley's cheer was swaying
and decreasing. Each moment that passed was a moment without a phone call or
visit from her brother. The one person that had always looked out for her.
Even Breeze had faltered, whereas Fudge hadn't. She had forgotten this or to
be more accurate had been convinced otherwise. Now, maybe for the first time
in her life her brother wasn't there at Christmas. It had depressed her
eventually and it gave Breeze much satisfaction as soon a chemical reaction
would occur and the depression would turn into resentment. It was almost sad,
but not quite. He
had been referred to as having a 'black heart'. This had been very accurate. A
sharp observation indeed. The dinner table was full as the butler and maids
laid a huge feast. It had been split though, half of the people Hayley knew
could not stay for long and had to leave. Half the people Breeze knew could
not stay long and had to leave. The obvious reason was to go to Fudge's. Many
people's lives had been affected by their feud. Breeze took precautions, he
had quite slyly blocked any phone calls to Hayley's mobile from Fudge. The
network knew, Breeze knew, Hayley didn't. His number's were blocked from the
house and there was no way he would show up at Breeze's huge mansion. If he
did so one of them would probably end up in hospital. A situation would
present itself where wrestling moves would not be used, but knives and pans
and glass objects and fists and boots and anything able to inflict sufficient
pain on the other. In their case it was not a strap of gold that split them
apart. It was not Breeze cheating with Fudge's girlfriend, it was not the same
as all the other feuds that got personal. Through trashing of cars or
backstage assaults. It was forged from something personal, and not personal in
the shameful way others display it as when feuding. This was the real deal,
the genuine article. There was nothing fake about this. Their very cores felt
the way they displayed. An act this was not. This was uncommon and the
intensity of it went beyond all other feuds. This was as bad as it got. Fudge
was probably itching to see Hayley; it must have been hard on him. In
contradictory of what Breeze told Hayley, Fudge had probably treasured her
over any of his siblings and over any other living soul in the world. His
mother had used her last words to tell him to look out for Hayley, if his
memory stood correct. It was heavy shit. He laughed as he thought this. He
would have loved to have taunted Fudge but a simple conversation would have
without a doubt turned into a suggestion of a violent encounter. Breeze could
not take the time to do it. Beating Fudge physically was easy enough if Breeze
really set his mind to it; but mentally destroying Fudge would be much more
satisfactory and was probably much harder to do. He liked a challenge. He
strayed back to being focused and looked at Hayley; dinner had been finished.
Everyone had gone home, they sat there. In their room, Hayley was lay down
facing away from him. Breeze turned her over. Tears were running freely down
her cheeks. After gazing at her for a while he decided to use speech to
communicate. Breeze:
What's wrong? Hayley
didn't speak Breeze:
Didn't you like your diamond-encrusted bracelet? Breeze
knew this was not the reason, he knew what was. He was playing with her again Hayley:
It's... It's not that Breeze:
Well, what is it? Hayley:
It's just... it's just. Breeze:
Stephen? Hayley
nodded Breeze
sighed, loudly Hayley:
What! Breeze:
Nothing Hayley:
You must have sighed for a reason Breeze:
You'll learn what Stephen's like, I've already told you Hayley:
I know what he's like, for god sake I'm his sister! Breeze:
Try not to snap, it's not my fault he can't be bothered picking up a phone to
see how you are Hayley:
Sorry, it's just... Breeze:
Yeah, alright. I'm going to sleep now. Breeze
turned the light off and drifted into slumber He
woke up, it was just past 3am. He tried to fall back to sleep but time and
time again he had failed. He stood up and walked onto the balcony. The mansion
was designed to be like Fudge's, except bigger and more elaborate. Breeze was
petty like that sometimes. He sat down on a chair that had been laid out. One
chair was not nearly enough to fit the balcony and something was different. No
more midnight chats with Fudge. He didn't feel much as he thought about that.
He looked back into the room at Hayley. Fudge had told him something once. He
had said, "We are wrestlers Breeze... Somebody always wants to hurt us
and the things close to us" He was right and you couldn't have got much
closer to Fudge than Hayley. This was definitely a sweet situation. He
drifted into thought and his hand strayed across his bare chest to the silver
chain. He was surprised; it had been there for soo long that he forgot what it
symbolized. His first instinct was to get rid of it, he never even noticed and
neither did anyone else. It was like breathing, just there and not really
thought about. He couldn't bring himself to throw it. It was silly, he even
told himself so but by the time his recollecting and soul searching was over
and he had walked back to his bed the chain was still there. He cursed it but
still he did not remove it. He muttered more swear words before finally
drifting off. Boxing
Day wasn't very eventful. Hayley's mood was not much better. She was
irritable, partly because of her hormones and partly because of the situation
with Fudge Hayley:
Why can't he just pick up the phone and ring me? Breeze:
I think he's probably too busy with this Christine Hayley's
mood got much, much worse and Breeze vacated the room. Hayley had come very
close to phoning her brother. All day Breeze had to convince her otherwise.
She vowed she would do it the next day and no amount of talking could convince
her not to. Breeze had to do something or his plan would be foiled. He thought
about it as she went into another spree of abuse. He knew one man, a great
impressionist. He concentrated on famous wrestlers, his Fudge accent was
perfect. He could imitate Breeze and even Breeze had to admit he was
impressive. This was ingenious. Now all he had to do was change the number on
Hayley's mobile from Fudge's real one to this man's number. It wouldn't be
hard, Hayley didn't memorize numbers, she just used her mobile which had a
name to number reference in which the name would be what she called. Thus, the
number being irrelevant. Breeze almost laughed. He had to do it quickly. He
left almost immediately; delaying only to find the man's number. It wasn't
hard to find the man, his name was in the phone book and soon enough Breeze
had spoken to him and convinced him to do this small favour for him. A favour,
which cost Breeze quite a bit of money. He had money to burn and it was worth
it. He found himself driving at 40 miles per hour through the streets of New
York only stopping to buy a mobile phone. He arrived at the shabby apartment
in less than an hour. It would have took much less but the traffic was
horrendous. The man was in his mid forties, he was balding. He had black hair
streaked with silver and thin, wispy eyebrows. His ears were much too large
for his head and his expression was one of satire. He was not pleasant to look
at. Breeze entered the apartment, it didn't smell bad. The door on the
apartment was shabby and it was not in the best of areas but the interior was
splendid, it was not neat or tidy. Things were thrown everywhere but the
things were expensive things. Rare things. Fur rugs lined the floors. There
was a smell of vanilla around; he could not find the source of it with his
eyes. He took a seat on a large comfortable looking chair. His host, Raymond
joined him soon after, armed with two Budweiser’s. Breeze accepted one and
talked through the details to Raymond. Raymond:
Let me get this straight. You want me to pose as Fudge on the phone to his
sister. Pretend to be him and respond to her questions with the lines you've
wrote down for me? Breeze
nodded Breeze:
Yep Raymond:
And if I do this I get 500 bucks? Breeze:
That's correct Raymond:
Okay, no problem. When will this phone call be? Breeze:
Tomorrow Raymond:
Okay, who's phone will I be using Breeze
took out a phone from his jacket Breeze:
This one Raymond:
whose is that, Fudges? Breeze:
No, I bought this for you to use Raymond:
Ah, okay. How is this girl going to fall for that? Breeze:
Let me handle it Raymond:
Okay, just make sure this doesn't come back to me. The last thing I need is
someone like Fudge after me Breeze:
Don't worry Raymond:
Okay Breeze
finished his beer, and shook hands with Raymond before leaving. His Ferrari
Modena stayed as close to the speed limit as possible and soon he was back at
his mansion. Hayley had no intention of phoning Fudge today, he knew her well
enough by now to know that. She would phone tomorrow like she had said and the
questions or demands she would ask of someone she thought of Fudge would be
predictable. Like reading a book, he knew what she would ask before she even
did so and with that in mind the things he told Raymond to say when responding
to these questions where exactly what Fudge would say. After all it was not
only Hayley he knew inside and out, it was her precious big brother. The
next day, December 27th Hayley was even more irritable. Rushing around
blocking phone numbers was almost pathetic, if not fully. It was necessary
though and subtlety would be the one thing Fudge would not expect. The one
thing that would work. For Hayley to come to think of her beloved brother as
Breeze did, nothing could go wrong, a small glimmer of hope would be enough to
keep Hayley thinking positive thoughts for years. There was no choice but to
stop all contact until she had been sufficiently turned to his way of
thinking. This was the day she would phone Fudge, she had suppressed the urge
to get in contact with him for months, now it was time. She picked up and then
discarded her mobile phone many times. Working up enough courage before
letting it fall from her grasp. Breeze had refused to let her use the house
phone. He said it was so Fudge would know Breeze wanted nothing to do with
him. Of course that was silly and there was another reason. Hayley was too
nervous and too thrown off with hormones to be suspicious of this, luckily for
Breeze. Breeze:
What's the problem? You've spoken to him like a million times before Hayley:
I know, I know Breeze:
Then phone him Hayley
looked at him Hayley:
Why are you so eager for me to phone him, I thought you'd be preventing me
from it Breeze
recovered quickly Breeze:
You've been fidgeting all day, as soon as you woke up I could see in your eyes
all you wanted to do was rush to use your mobile. You're just going to sit
there all day and repeat what you've been doing. You're beginning to irritate
me, that's why! Hayley:
Alright, don't give yourself a heart attack Breeze:
It's pathetic; your life doesn't revolve around him. You've been upset cause
he wasn't there at Christmas. It's pathetic Hayley:
You've already said that Breeze:
It's because it is. You're not five anymore, grow up Hayley:
It doesn't matter if I'm 5, if I'm 24 or even if I'm 60. He is and always will
be my brother Breeze:
Enough theatrics Hayley, if you're going to phone him then do so, if not then
don't. See if I care Hayley
sighed and picked up her mobile again, she scrolled down to Fudge's name and
clicked on it to call A
few seconds later there was a response Breeze
knew the responses without hearing them as he had given them to Raymond and
Hayley's reactions just reassured it The
responses he had told Raymond to give where exactly what Fudge would say, the
same reactions. Normally you could never get Fudge and Hayley arguing. The
hormones inside Hayley mixed in with the frustration and pain of Fudge not
phoning was a good start to one. And with the impressionist given lines in
which Fudge's feelings about Hayley staying with Breeze are not good make it
plausible for the argument to become heated quickly. Although it was not the
real Fudge on the other line, with the research Raymond had put in to mimic
each wrestler paired with his natural ability and Breeze's knowledge it was
close to it. Hayley's conversation was over soon and she probably worked
herself into such a rage that she overlooked the small things in the
conversation that told that it was not Fudge on the phone. It worked, with
everything that was involved it worked. It was a masterstroke. Breeze was
really quite proud of himself. Again he stifled a laugh as Hayley threw her
mobile against the wall. Hayley
gave him the coldest look, as he turned round to see her, Breeze wondered if
she had figured it out Hayley:
I can't believe... Breeze
cut her short Breeze:
Fudge? Hayley:
Yes, of course Fudge Breeze
sighed in relief Hayley:
The nerve of him, you know what he told me? Breeze
was about to answer but got interrupted Hayley:
He told me that he doesn't need me anymore and that I don't need him Breeze
laughed inwardly, just like Fudge to say something insulting and then follow
it up with something less so. Fudge was such an emotional person, always
pouring out his heart. He knew throwing in that line was a good idea. It was a
pathetic line, just like Fudge to say it. Breeze:
Maybe he's right Hayley:
No, No he's not. You don't, you can't just disown someone you love. Why? Why
would he do it? Breeze:
Because you picked me over him, isn't that obvious by now Hayley:
I suppose Breeze:
There's no suppose about it Hayley:
He's just never really got jealous before Breeze:
Oh? What about Michael Diamond, he was at least jealous of him. He even tried
to fight him. Pathetic. You see, he hides it well but he can be jealous. He is
now, and it clouds his thought. He becomes petty and childish when he gets
jealous. Just like he is now. Hayley:
Maybe you're right Breeze:
You've heard it from his own mouth, you know of it by his actions. What else
do you want? Can't you take a hint!? He doesn't want to know you; he doesn't
love you anymore. Get over it and move on. Otherwise it will tear you apart Hayley
started to cry yet again; she had been doing that a lot recently Hayley:
I can't just forget about him. Even if I tried I would fail and it would just
hurt all the more Breeze
tried to console her with words of wisdom; not through kindness but to
convince her she could forget about Fudge and in his mind eventually so she
could hate him. If he could pull this off then he would get to Fudge in the
very worst way possible. Breeze:
To let go is a hard thing but to succeed in truly doing it you have to bare
the brunt and accept it. A hard thing but that which is not impossible. Hayley
smiled at him, he smiled back before turning and leaving the room. He started
to laugh as he walked upstairs to leave Hayley to sit and brood over the
situation, which presented itself to her New
Year's Eve crept up on Breeze. The days after the 27th Hayley did nothing. She
cried and became depressed. Breeze would be the savior for her and her
resentment of Fudge would grow and grow. It was a perfect plan and so far
nothing had gone wrong to prove it to be otherwise. She grew more and more
moody yet more and more numb to her surroundings. This was not good news for
Breeze as it showed clearly that Hayley took this as hard as you could and she
put herself in a comatose state. Fudge had been angry, Breeze had seen his
limits but even this would enrage him beyond his past records. If Fudge knew
Hayley was this depressed and blamed him for it and it was all the fault of
one man. A man whom he shared a mutual hatred with his rage would be
uncontrollable. Fighting on pure rage against an equal was useless, Breeze had
already tried and failed. Fudge was not his equal but close to it, Breeze was
better. If he could provoke Fudge enough to fight him with just rage then
Breeze would easily win, and win taking everything Fudge had to offer. Not
often did the Suicidal Chyld lose his temper, only when provoked to the
extremes. This was the same for everyone; par Breeze. Breeze was the only
person that could really anger Fudge and Breeze would soon anger Fudge with
the greatest weapon of all, one that aimed directly at his weakness, Hayley.
To say Breeze hated Fudge would be an understatement. Hate was an 'intense
dislike'. It was past hate, it was past Breeze despising him. There had been
no word invented for the feeling he felt towards him and probably the feeling
Fudge returned. It
was 4pm and the butler had begun to set out the alcohol. The fireplaces in the
house had been burning all day; the days were short and the nights cold in New
York December. The rooms were set out for a huge party and there was hundreds
and hundreds of dollars worth of beer and food set out. The party started at
around 7pm and by that time the mansion was absolutely packed. Again there was
an obvious vacancy and again it took its toll on Hayley. She put on a brave
face but Breeze knew her well enough to know when she was happy and when she
was not. An old friend of the family who Breeze had met many times before was
there. Breeze happened to overhear the conversation they were having. Leanne:
So... Where's Ste? Hayley:
Um, he doesn't call round here anymore Leanne:
Why not? Hayley:
There's a bit of tension between him and James Leanne:
Isn't there always? Hayley:
Don't you watch wrestling or television? Leanne:
I try not to, why? Hayley:
No reason Leanne:
It must be huge to keep him away from here, from you Hayley
held in a sob Leanne:
I'll talk to him if you want me to Hayley
was about to answer but Breeze cut in the conversation Breeze:
No, there's no point in forcing him to see his little sister. Hayley, why
don't you go get me a drink? Hayley:
But I was talking to... Breeze:
Please Hayley
reluctantly left Breeze:
Hey Leanne Leanne:
Hey, she's not looking too well Breeze:
She's not. Can I ask you a favour? Leanne:
Sure, go for it Breeze:
Don't mention Fudge, he's practically disowned her Leanne
gasped Breeze:
I know, she's trying to forget about it and well she's fragile as you can see.
You know how close they've always been and a mention of his name is enough to
set her off. If you don't mind not mentioning him and to tell everyone else to
do the same I would appreciate it Leanne:
Sure, anything for Hayley. Oh, the poor thing. I'll go see how she is Breeze
smiled at her Breeze:
Thanks She
walked off to find Hayley Breeze's
smile quickly disappeared into a sneer. There was no mention of Fudge at all
after that As
the bells rang for the year 2004 Breeze kissed Hayley, she looked happy but
her eyes told a different story. She went to bed not long after the bells
rang. By 4am everyone had either gone home or fell asleep on one of the
couches, the majority did the latter. Breeze walked upstairs and entered the
room. Hayley was sat on the corner of the bed staring at a picture. Breeze
walked over and gazed over her shoulder at it. It was a picture of her and her
brother. Breeze:
What are you doing? Hayley
jumped up Hayley:
You startled me Breeze:
What you looking at? Hayley:
A picture Breeze:
The past, history. Let go Hayley, let go of him or let go of yourself. It's
your choice; don't let this be your downfall. Don't let him win Hayley
started to cry Hayley:
Why, Why is he doing this to me? Breeze:
You already know the answer Hayley:
I don't understand Breeze:
Neither do I Hayley
threw the picture against the wall Hayley:
If that's the way he wants to be fine, fuck him. I can live without him Breeze's
grin almost split his face Breeze:
Good girl, let's get some sleep. I'm really tired Hayley:
Okay Breeze
fell asleep almost instantly but long enough to hear Hayley sobbing next to
him Time
would heal her grief or change it, he thought to himself New
Year's Day came and went. The guests had just about woken up from their sleep
on the various couches and beds, (for those that could be bothered walking to
a room and not collapsing) by the time dinner was ready. They all ate and then
people got drunk again, on the free beer left over. Breeze never really awoke
that day, he just drifted through. On the day after he would give the HWA
another interview. He was quite looking forward to further insulting Fudge. January
2nd 2004 was not a warm day. Breeze awoke shivering. He looked across to see
Hayley also shivering in her sleep. He grunted and got out of bed, he slammed
the window shut. The outside was not the white, puffy, fun loving, let’s all
make a snowman, snow that we've all come to love and expect. It was harsh and
bitter and icy. James Breeze could not sleep after that. He lay in bed
thinking about various things until Hayley finally awoke. Hayley:
Morning Breeze:
It is Hayley:
I love the holidays, where we don't have to separate Breeze:
I'm sorry Hayley Hayley:
For what? Breeze:
I have to go out today Hayley:
Why!? It's New Year Breeze:
That was yesterday Hayley:
Please don't leave me Breeze
knew why she was so desperate, maybe she couldn't handle being by herself. It
was because she now thought she had no brother. She thought she was alone
without James. A sweet situation. She now depended on Breeze, it was
hilarious. To a sick individual or a cold one. Breeze:
I'll be back soon Hayley:
Please, skip it Breeze:
I'm sorry Hayley, I have no choice Hayley:
Of course you have a choice Breeze:
No, I don't. This has to be done Hayley:
What does? Breeze:
This, an interview. Fudge has said all sorts on television interviews even
about you. I have to defend my honour, your honour Hayley:
Again he's messing things up. Why don't you talk to him, work this out? Breeze:
I have tried Hayley, god how I've tried Hayley:
Damn Him Breeze:
I have to go soon Hayley:
It's alright, it's not your fault. It's his Breeze:
I don't want you disliking your brother just because I do Hayley:
I don't dislike him, I hate him for what he's done. You best go, you don't
want to be late Breeze
grinned and finished getting dressed Breeze:
Okay, I'm going now, talk to you later Hayley:
Okay, take care Breeze:
You too Breeze
left the room and the mansion. He drove to the HWA arena. He was happy the
whole way. His plan was almost complete, at least one part of it. Maybe the
most complicated and fragile part. One slip up would mess it all up. He got
through though. Without any slip ups and without stumbling. It was a relief.
It was a success. The
interview room had been set up, again a huge board was setup behind him. One
half was Red, the other Blue, a symbol of the division between the two
superstars. Kristin did not try to sweet talk Breeze after her last attempt it
would be silly even to try. She kept quite until it was necessary to speak and
the camera began playing Kristin:
I am here today with James Breeze, an influential character in the HWA and one
feared throughout. Kristin
paused Kristin:
Now James, its no secret you and Fudge are not the best of friends. Where
exactly did it all go wrong? James
Breeze: I can't really answer that. It could have been anywhere Kristin:
You've often referred to yourself as hating Fudge, is that true or are you
exaggerating? James
Breeze: No, its the truth Kristin:
In your whole career you have fought Fudge in a one on one only once and you
were defeated. Is that unnerving? James
Breeze: No, not at all. I was defeated, unlucky for me. As I could have won at
any given moment if I wanted to win quickly but I wanted to punish him and it
was a risk. There was an interference and I was fighting on rage, blindly. The
only reason I did not win was because I couldn't have in that state. There
have been other matches, I have defeated Fudge three times, in tag matches I
grant him that but I won the matches all the same. And more than once coming
out on top. Kristin:
I see, do you resent Fudge? Breeze:
For what? Kristin:
For the whole Hayley business and for his success? Breeze:
Not at all, I've forgotten about that business and for his success it's better
for me. The more things he wins the better I'll look when I demolish him. Kristin:
Can you defeat Fudge? Breeze:
I will defeat Fudge Kristin:
Have you anything to say to Fudge before we conclude this interview? Breeze:
I do. Fudge, you've always been cocky, arrogant and unable to accept you are
not the best. That's going to have to change. You're not the best, your one of
them. Michael Diamond has always been better, heck even I respect him. Months
and months defying the odds, he retained the title over and over again. He
never even lost the title, he was injured. You let down the Archangels, it
wasn't him. When you were feuding, it was because of your childishness, not
his. I have not just joined the Diamond fan club along with Mental Mark I'm
simply stating facts. I could present what he's done in the most demeaning way
possible and he'd still come out smelling of roses. Remember Fudge, you may
whine about Diamond sticking by you. Where the hell were you when you lost the
titles, nowhere. A poor attempt from you left him stranded. And then the
greatest disgrace comes. After what Lauren did to him, shattered his life you
get back with her. And then what do you do? Split up with her after a month or
two, it just shows she doesn't even mean that much to you. If she did then
you'd still be with her. You discarded him, someone who treated you better
than anyone else over some quick fling. Your pathetic. Appalling. Breeze
pauses Kristin:
Go on Breeze
grins Breeze:
Now there are others that are better. There's me, there's Diamond. You may
think you're the best because you happen to have stayed in HWA long enough to
win the title 5 times. Twice I add with hardly any competition. I would be
surprised if all your title reigns added up to Diamond's one. You believe
much, you know little. Your a stupid man. You're a victim. Always have been. A
victim to society, a victim to Lauren, a victim to Diamond's success, and oh
yeah a victim to your father's abuse. What father? The one you haven't got.
The one that’s dead Breeze
laughed Kristin
gasped Breeze:
Now listen here you little bitch. You've got no-one. No father Breeze
laughed Breeze:
No mother, the poor bitch died. Where's the other sister, Kid KraZy, Hayley?
Where's Hayley, your lovely little sister? Who knows? I do, sure I do. Not
with you. Never with you. You think that you can stop me? You're wrong. I am
too good for you. Just as Diamond was. This will not be a repeat. Diamond
didn't want to hurt you. Not really. I do though, I have no regrets. In this
world you fear nothing yet you fear everything. Your life has been a struggle
against the odds, you have ran and hid. You have survived. You are still
alive. Yet through all these odds you have accomplished you will not beat me.
You haven’t even got a slim chance. I am your extinction, what goes around
comes around. Let’s just say that your father has sent me a blessing. I am
here to destroy you Fudge and no amount of running or hiding or luck will
change that. This is your end. I will hold nothing back. This is my time,
you've had yours. Even at your best you hid in the shadows. You are in
darkness, there is no light, there is no dawn, there is no more. Breeze
walked away from the interview chair, the camera stopped rolling Breeze
traveled back to the mansion. He was in a humorous mood as he arrived. He
quickly found Hayley. She was in the Jacuzzi Breeze:
Hey Hayley:
How did your interview go? Breeze:
Good Hayley:
Can I see it? I mean when is it aired? Breeze:
Live Hayley:
Any repeats gonna be shown? Breeze:
No Breeze
lied Hayley:
Can you get me a video of it? Breeze:
Why? Hayley:
So I can see what you said Breeze:
That wouldn’t be wise Hayley:
I’m over him, I will watch it and add comments you can say to him next time Breeze:
No, seriously. I don’t want you watching it Hayley:
Why, what did you say in it? Breeze:
Nothing Hayley:
You’re lying. Did you mention me? Breeze:
No, of course not Breeze
again lied Hayley:
You’re not telling me something Breeze:
There’s nothing not to tell Hayley:
Then why are you holding something back from me? Breeze
sighed: I’m not Hayley:
Tell me or I’ll get the interview tape from somewhere Breeze:
I mentioned… Hayley:
You mentioned? Breeze:
I… Hayley:
Get on with it Breeze:
I mentioned your father in the interview Hayley:
What about him? Breeze:
Just that well you know? Hayley’s
voice turned to steel Hayley:
Know what? Breeze:
Well I kind of mocked Fudge about him being dead Hayley
gasped Hayley:
He’s my father too you know Breeze:
I know, I’m sorry Hayley:
You’re cruel Breeze:
It’s the way of the world Fade
Out Fade
In Breeze is driving in his
car down the roads of New York returning from a promo. He is on his mobile
phone. Although this is illegal, he is still doing it Breeze:
Fire away, Jackson. I can’t get to the HWA arena cause I need to be home and
I’m tired as it is. Just tell me what match I have Jackson:
Well, you won’t like it much Breeze:
Please get on with it Jackson:
It’s Tristan Wolfe and Syren against… Breeze:
Yeah? Jackson:
You Breeze:
I predicted that bit Jackson:
And Fudge Breeze:
What!? Breeze
jerked forward, his mobile fell out of his hand. He lost control for a split
second. The car turned evading other cars narrowly. The car span and span and
finally stopped. The car and Breeze had been alright. Breeze sighed with
relief but that expression quickly changed to anger. Breeze:
Damn He
slammed his hand against the steering wheel Fade
Out Fade
Out Fade
In Hayley:
But why do you have to side with him Breeze
threw down his fist in temper Breeze:
It’s just the way it is Hayley:
How will you cope? Breeze:
I’ll get by Hayley:
What is going on with him anyway? Breeze:
He is being took by darkness Hayley:
Darkness? Breeze:
The same as me Hayley:
The same? Breeze:
In a way. He will learn to love to hate as I do. He will become just like me
and he will hate it, but he will love it. Maybe he will know the power I have,
the power I feel Hayley:
In a way? Breeze:
I am a disciple for another power. I do not know where he is going but when I
was in that ring with him I felt the darkness within him. It was not the same
darkness I fall under. I am glad for him Hayley:
You do not hate him then? Breeze:
Hate cannot be changed, it is there. Forever. I hate him. He is very weak now
but very strong. Now he is almost my equal. I respect him because of the pain
he will go through. If he survives. I suppose that is his game now Hayley:
What will you do now? Breeze:
I will carry on. We wrestle, that is our lives. It will go on no matter what.
I still have ambitions, he still has resistance. One will win, my will or his.
Soon. I need to sleep Fade
Out |