SPACEI look to God searching for the words I need to hear. Looking deep into the divine skies just waiting for a reply from the lord. I need answers; I need reasoning. Who am I kidding? Let’s face it… I never was a religious man. The sky is deceiving. Most of us drop to our knees and stare to the black night sky praying that a light will beam down and answer our questions. Having faith is healthy for the soul… but not healthy for the mind. Reality is a very negative thing, my friends… and faith is nothing more than an illusion given to you as a tool to keep from sinning… giving you the impression that someone is watching after you. Fact or fiction… it doesn’t matter. The good die young for a reason, and for that reason alone… I will remain bad.

SPACEI’m not sure exactly what woke me up, but the first glimpse in my immediate sight was the interior of my office; the office inside the Hall of Sensation. When my eyes became focused, I quickly turned to the clock, identifying the time as 6:34. I was fairly tired, so I assumed it was AM. It was then I heard the sounds of drills and heavy machinery. Perhaps it was the hammering that had woke me up, nonetheless, I wiped the sleep out of my eye’s and stood up to stretch.

SPACEThe great thing about sleeping is it’s the one time a day you don’t feel the pains of reality. A chance to escape the real world; this real world that mocks me day in and day out. The bad part about sleeping is the fact you eventually wake up… and you may not remember right away, but once you come to… the pain just rushes back into your veins like a fierce lion to its prey.

SPACEWhen I opened the door, an essence of morning mist nearly suffocated me and an array of sunshine attacked my eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a kingdom in creation… almost a revival of the Roman empire it seemed. I saw wooden pillars, and a structure bigger than my last mansion in the making. It was marvelous. Eric had hired a team of contractors that were fast and accurate. I anticipated its completion in the next four days which is quite a rush for this type of construction; Eric was paying them well.

SPACESuddenly, I heard a car pull up behind the structure, blinding me from my view. Soon after I heard the car’s door slam, I began to wonder who had come, thinking to myself perhaps it was an enemy who had found my whereabouts. I was mistaken. In the distance, I heard a melee of workers repeat ‘Good morning Ma’am’ simultaneously. I looked up and everything came together in an epiphany. Of course! There was a reason why the construction team was working so hard and fast… it was Copelin Construction; Jenn Copelin’s company passed down by her father. When I saw her, I couldn’t help but feel enticed to see her once again. Our history was long… but ended due to her friendly personality. She was a jezebel and I knew it… but as I watched her walk towards me, her rhythm made my heart speed up tempo. Licking my lips as if a hungry dog, I gave a polite smile as she approached.

Jenn: Well, well, well… if it isn’t the invisible man. Disappearing like that caused quite the attention a person like you would love to get, didn’t it?

SPACEShe smiled sarcastically… I see no love lost.

Danny: Good to see you, Jenn. Tell me, what personal favors are you attending Eric Rayne for such an eventful opportunity?

Jenn: Very funny, Danny… I see you haven’t lost your respect for a lady.

Danny: You’re right, I haven’t. What does that have to do with you?

SPACEJenn cocked her head, biting her lip to my smart comment.

Jenn: Do watch that, Danny… I am doing you a favor.

Danny: I don’t need your favors. Why are you even here?

Jenn: Why, I’m rebuilding your estate, Danny boy. Thanks to me, I have my men working 20 hour days to construct YOUR mansion, so quite frankly, you don’t have anything negative to say to me… do you?

SPACEI couldn’t help but obtain the feeling I used to feel for her. As she talked, I was hypnotized by her luscious lips. I still loved her and looking into her eyes, I could tell she still loved me.

Danny: Perhaps you’re right, Jenn. I do appreciate your help… but why?

SPACEShe paused without reply. It almost seemed she didn’t have an answer for my question and continued the silence, looking away as if thinking of a quick excuse. I smiled… I knew the real reason ‘why’ but I would spare the drama for her, and myself.

Danny: For the money I assume?

Jenn: Yes… the money… that’s right. Mr. Rayne is paying our company well… and it’s in your best interest to show me the respect I demand.

Danny: That’s what I love about you, Jenn…

Jenn: What’s that, Danny?

Danny: No matter what situation, not depending on the time of the month, you remain a bitch in every scenario.

SPACEHer mouth dropped in awe as if she had never been called a bitch before; funny thought. I smiled and chuckled to myself to initiate I was strictly being humorous and she caught on and joined in. I could tell she still loved me… but her ego, as well as mine, would disable her from ever admitting so. She reached to shake my hand and I’ll bite.

Jenn: Congratulations on your return, Danny.

Danny: Thank you, sweet…

SPACEI caught myself in a bad habit and saw her eye brow lift in confusion.

Danny: Sweet deal… yes, thank you… for the sweet deal.

Jenn: Well don’t thank me, sweetie… Thank Eric.

SPACEShe smiled as she released my hand from the hand shake. She winked before turning her back to me to return to her car. As she walked away, I watched her behind sway back and forth…

Jenn: Oh, and Danny…

SPACEI quickly take my eyes off her backside and look into her eyes as she turns around for a last note.

Jenn: I’ll be in touch with you.

SPACEShe smiled again as she turned and walked away. It seemed everyone was two steps ahead of me for the first time in my life, so I wasn’t going to bother telling her my cell phone number. The way things were looking… Eric, Jenn Copelin, and all of Hartford knew everything bout me. I couldn’t help but wonder what lied ahead for The Sensation. And I most certainly couldn’t wait to find out… but as far as Jenn Copelin and Danny Starr’s future… I had other things to worry about.

SPACEI had a peon within my grip… and Mental Mark would soon be dismissed from my presence. I had no time to worry about passion or love… I had hate and demise in my immediate view… and I had a message to make for the future of the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance 3000. The construction of my empire is inevitable… the mansion will be rebuilt… my career will be rebuilt… and my dynasty will be reborn… only this time, there will be no downfall in my future. A part of me feels empathy for Mental Mark. It wasn’t his choosing to face me but because of his unfortunate luck, I will have to manifest my excellence. You are just an example Mental Mark… he knows it… that’s why he hasn’t spoken about this match up. This is exactly why he hides in the shadows until he absolutely has no other choice but to come out into the light. It’s a shame really… Mental Mark, I’m not certain you are a religious man, but whether it be Allah, Jehovah, or Zeus… no one will prevent you from feeling the pure wrath of Danny Starr. Now THAT’s Sensational.