We Used to be Better People
Nov 29, 2015 17:54:42 GMT -5
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Post by Preecha Kamon on Nov 29, 2015 17:54:42 GMT -5
There is a theory out there, a rather popular one, that says time is relative to the expansion of the universe. This implies two things: 1.) that there is an end, a wall to existence and 2.) that when it contracts, that time will go backwards like a pop-up book. There are a few things that we can assume from this concept. One of those things is that we might have lived through life a couple of times; maybe even a couple hundred or even million times. Frightening thought to some, specifically exhausting to others. But we'll get to that. Let's say for a theoretical purpose that something out there, not necessarily human, but something with an especially apt consciousness managed to fight through all the struggles, all the fighting, and all the indiscriminate dangers of life and got off their planet. Let's then say that this species (“The lucky ones” let's call them) traveled on and on for an incomprehensible number of years, spreading out into the unknown, further discovering, struggling and surviving through all of life until one day, one very important day, they found this supposed end to the universe. They found the wall that is currently expanding like an inhaling lung. Let's then say in an extremely unlikely case, they found a way to break through this wall and exited time and space...These “lucky ones” would suddenly find themselves in a rather curious position of looking to the inside from outside the world.
Assuming there is nothing to move onto from there, they decide to remain at this ball of chaotic time-warpedness and study it to try and figure out the patterns, the secrets, the phenomena of existence. They would have plenty of time to do so since time would no longer be a factor, considering. They would catalog anything and everything there would be to record and they would find out a new and yet shocking idea. Something that couldn't be conceived by those living in the bubble.
But first, to understand it, I need to lay down a few guidelines used in researching this lone, never-ending, always expanding contracting, ...thing. First, the “lucky ones” count an expansion and contraction (individually established as “flows”) as one whole “cycle”. Second, the bubble never fully shrinks and always expands to the same point before reversing “flow”. These moments of frozen time are referred to as “time pivots”. Third, repeating events are labeled “recurrences”.
You might be wondering at this point, “recurrences”? “But Mr. Writer-man, what are you talking about? It is time, repeating over and over again. It is all just one recurrence!” Well, my ever-so-vocal reader, I want to return to a specific idea I mentioned earlier. As I have mentioned before, this might seem like an exhausting concept and that it is because it IS exhausting, for those trying to comprehend it and for those involved in it. The thing about time pivots is since they never fully close, they leave microscope remainders of previous cycles and with that comes not only the very small fragments of memories in us which we sometimes categorize as de-ja-vu, but also the slight exhaustion of having to go through it again. These factors make it so each cycle is slightly different.
But how much of a difference could such a small thing make in the world? In four or five cycles, not much, but let us say a million or so and then you have an almost unrecognizable universe on your hands. For instance, the lucky ones came from what is now referred to as the “Fresh Period”. In this cycle age, the universe was in order and efficient, to the point of Utopia with secure completion of Universal Civilization (the pinnacle of which being 300 hundred cycles after the first lucky ones discovered the outer-verse, being the one that a majority of the lucky ones were able to exit the inner-verse).
Though, after the Apex cycle, it slowly started a decline which went generally unnoticed until certain discrepancies started appearing. Less and less lucky ones managed to exit. The Utopian Universe was less vibrant as it took longer to secure Universal Civilization; until there was no security and the great collapse cycle came where only three lucky ones were able to escape out of desperation. After this cycle, there was no Universal Civilization. Certain Galactic civilizations would crumble before the great unification. This began the “Decline era”. This is when the lucky ones began crucial observational research on the inner-verse. Taking more detailed notes and recording things down in the categories I explained earlier. One of the first discoveries they made was that certain people stopped being where they were supposed to be or stopped existing entirely and new people started appearing. The lucky ones established that organisms had what they started referring to as “Cycle-spans”. After so many cycles, one would stop reoccurring and recurrences would be prevented. They found most conscious life forms had an average cycle-span of anywhere from 300 cycles to 600 cycles, though there was no telling what could happen and how long a life-form could go for. Certain life forms have been recorded to live a thousand or more cycles and some have been recorded to appear for only one. Nothing was impossible. In fact, for the longest time (for the lack of a better word), it was thought of as impossible for a life form to come back from a deceased cycle-span. That was until...
Trinity Hayashi
Uhhh, hello...Is, ummm, Mr. De La Fontaine in?
Trinity Hayashi, in her usual professional grey attire, was standing in the lobby of “The Masters and Margaritas” which was currently being renovated. A woman named Rhetta, who was Armand's secretary, was posted at a desk next to the doorway that lead into the main floor. She appeared to be an air-headed blonde in a short skirt and a button up shirt that was maybe one size too tight for her (she was only 3 cycles in, which was a common occurrence for many of Armand's secretaries).
Trinity was specifically rare case. She had ended her cycle-span of four hundred and sixty seven for a twenty cycle gap before she appeared again, refreshed. She was currently on her fifteenth cycle through on this second run. This shocked many of the Lucky Ones and sparked endless debates but we will get to that later. The important thing was she was back and had appeared to be renewed with little consequence from her former span. Some questioned if it could even be considered the same life-form, but certain similarities between the two were too big to ignore.
Rhetta
I am sorry, but Mr. De La Fontaine is currently busy with the renovation of the...
Armand De La Fontaine
It's okay, Rhetta, Ms. Hayashi can come in.
Armand stuck his top half through the new swaying door which alarmed Trinity with the suddenness until she noticed the security camera hanging in the far corner, pointed directly at her. She sighed as Armand held the door open. He signaled her in. He looked a little out of his element as he stood there dressed in a dirty white shirt and blue jeans instead of his more expensive apparel. He was wearing a hard hat and handed another one to Trinity as she entered to a giant room buzzing with endless noise of saws, drills and hammers. Dirt and saw dust covered the floor that had been partially torn out and was yet to be replaced. Scaffolds were in multiple corners as the construction workers tore down the railings of the balconies. People were hurrying around left and right, yelling to one another, either asking for tools and such items or berating the other for an easily avoidable mistake. The men looked tired, as if they had been at it over night and into the day. Knowing Armand, that was very possible.
Trinity followed Armand through the hazardous work space, stepping over stacked planks of wood, going around gaping holes in the ground and ducking under protruding edges from heavy duty machinery. Armand yelled at a few of the workers setting up a titantron, telling them it needed to be higher up so it can be seen from every angle of the room. The two finally made their way to the back area which still had work to be done as well, but was significantly quieter.
Armand was on his five-hundred and thirty second cycle at this point and had a very interesting history with Ms. Hayashi up until now. The two had been intersecting for at least three hundred cycles and I imagine many would be surprised to know that for a section of that span, they didn't completely despise each other. The first twenty five cycles they knew each other, they actually dated and in two of them they actually got married. But both marriages ended in divorce, one friendly and one not-so-friendly. After that, their relationship had been downhill. Let it be noted though that Armand wasn't always the sleazy club-owner he is now. He started out as an activist of many different causes and was successful for several cycles until the Universe Time-Fatigue started in on him and he slowly became apathetic as the universe slowly beat the social awareness out of him. It's been “The Masters and Margaritas” ever since.
Trinity Hayashi
When did you get a secretary? And what is with the construction?
Armand De La Fontaine
Renovation! Thought the club was due for an update. Dealing with the same thing over and over can be depressing and exhausting.
Trinity Hayashi
Has nothing to do with Preecha losing last week?
Armand De La Fontaine
...As for the secretary, I've had one for a while now. I just usually have her out doing other things rather than checking appointments in with me. But since I seem to have a rise in unscheduled meeting this last month and people seem to think they can barge in whenever they want, I decided it is better to have her here filtering the people that come see me. Especially since I trust even my own acquaintances less and less.
Trinity Hayashi
Isn't that why you hired Preecha as a bodyguard? Where is he anyways?
Armand shrugged.
Armand De La Fontaine
Where ever he chooses to be at the moment. Had to give him the week off. He was a hazard around here since he's deaf. Which is only the slightest bit unnerving because someone could walk through those doors at any moment and try to gun me down.
Trinity raised an eyebrow as the statement sounded slightly paranoid.
Trinity Hayashi
Is there a reason...someone would want to “gun you down”?
That is when Armand realized he almost made a big mistake, revealing there is more to the club than alcohol and terrible music. He sometimes forgot that what he was doing was considered illegal and so at points he was less than cautious about his choice of words. He turned away and mindlessly examined the exposed wiring in the ceiling.
Armand De La Fontaine
So, is there a reason why you are here? Did I say something or do something that has offended the viewing audience? Was a kid flipping channels and caught me saying or doing something that will scar his stupid developing brain for life?
Now the last several cycles, this reoccurring conversation had slowly taken a different turn. At this point in the recurrence, Ms. Hayashi would have kept on the question with a concrete stubbornness and it would have ended with a very revealing discussion and eventually, sometime next year, Trinity would get mixed into an incident and end up shot, bleeding out on a street corner; even if it was the smallest push in this direction. Though, those past cycles, Trinity was either a detective or a worker from OSHA. She almost always ended up in a position meant to help people. This cycle was the first time she was stuck in Standards and Practices which was far from being her dream job.
Trinity folded her arms and shook her head. She let the dodged question slide for now but took note of his refusal to answer. She wasn't completely ignorant to the kind of operation Armand was running but she didn't put too much thought to it since it wasn't really her job.
Trinity Hayashi
You really don't make this easy...I actually came here to apologize.
This was actually the first apology the new Trinity ever gave Armand. This peaked the club-owner's interest, causing him to look back over his shoulder.
Trinity Hayashi
I want to apologize for last week. I over stepped my bounds and despite my reasoning, it was an inappropriate action on my part.
The writer would like to take this moment to convey to you the first wedding ceremony of this now opposing couple! O' what a beautiful sight it was! White never seemed to glow more purely than it did on that very day. The abundance of flowers was not overpowering but properly noticeable as it surrounded the outside event in small spurts!
Armand De La Fontaine
Hmmm...I guess I wasn't all that innocent either. I should have let the waiter take care of it but something told me to stay, something in me knew it would bother you. Which was childish on my part, but why would you go and date that idiot anyways?
The seats were filled with family and friends from both sides, all chatting away before the start of this sentimental pageantry. The carpet that had been rolled down the grassy isle was an unstoppable red with an unusual but tasteful sequence of squares running across it which shined like velvet. The music suddenly struck up, that classic ol' wedding march!
Trinity Hayashi
Daniel? I thought he was a friend of yours...
Armand De La Fontaine
Hell no! I hate that guy! Sure our parents knew each other and he drops a shit load of cash here but I wouldn't make him the best man at my wedding or anything. The man has no sense of pride. Honestly, I am surprised you were interested in him.
Standing up at the front were the groomsmen and bridesmaids, standing three for three. Daniel being the best man and Donna being the maid of honor. Down came the ever so stunning and considerate Groom Mr. De La Fontaine himself! His tuxedo was an impeccable black (almost unbelievably so) and his shoes shined brighter than even the 'current-cycle-club-owner' could seem to manage. His smile was confident and his eyes certain. The sky was clear and no wind dared interrupt the event.
Trinity Hayashi
Were? What makes you think I might not still be interested in him?
Armand De La Fontaine
Because he left you here and almost forced you to walk in the rain.
Trinity Hayashi
Why do you care anyways!?
Armand De La Fontaine
I don't! Date who you want! Next time just don't bring them here!
Trinity Hayashi
I wouldn't anyways! This place is the last place I would bring anyone!
And then came the bride! What a dress! A white shoulderless gown with a lace floral pattern all the way down the skirt which curved down and outwards like roots with a little extra length in the back trailing behind her. Her father guiding her by the arm down the aisle as she couldn't help but smile wide on her very important day. Upon reaching the alter, the father took a seat and the Bride stood next to her husband-to-be and stared into his eyes as he stared into hers. Never could they be happier, they thought.
Trinity Hayashi
What is your deal anyways?! Why do you feel the need to make my life a living hell?!
Armand De La Fontaine
ME!? You are the one who keeps showing up unannounced and poking your nose where it doesn't belong! I am trying to go about my business! I couldn't care less about you!
Trinity Hayashi
I wouldn't be bothering you all the time if you just listened to me once in a while! Is it that hard not to do something insanely insensitive for at least one week!?
Armand De La Fontaine
Yeah, I am totally the problem here! You seem to have a problem with everything I do!
The Justice of the Peace was reaching the end of the ceremony, not a dry eye in the house, what a perfect couple they made up on that altar! And then that eternal question came. “Do you, Trinity Hayashi take Armand De La Fontaine as your lawfully wedded husband?” To which came those miraculous two words...
Trinity Hayashi
I do! You are a terrible person and there has yet to be one thing I have seen you do that would suggest you have even the slightest inkling of a good person inside you! Do you have fun torturing me like this?!
“And do you, Armand De La Fontaine take Trinity Hayashi as your lawfully wedded wife?” To which Armand followed suit and said...
Armand De La Fontaine
Fuck you, bitch!
Wait, that wasn't right...
Armand De La Fontaine
I don't need you here watching every step I take! At first, AT FIRST! I thought you were just into me, considering you were going farther than any Standards and Practices worker really should. You are just supposed to say “no, don't do that” then slap them on the wrist when they don't listen! But you have to come to my place of work and stick your nose into everything!
The judge pronounced them Husband and wife. Then came the timeless tradition of a kiss.
Armand De La Fontaine
You're nothing but an annoying cunt!
SLAP!
Back on the current cycle, Armand had a red hand-shaped spot on his face and Trinity had walked out of the establishment in a huff. I am sure it won't be the last time...relatively speaking. But, where was Preecha during this incident? Well, Armand was telling the truth when he said he gave Preecha the week off and had no idea where he was. Preecha was doing a little investigation. Ever since Armand told him he couldn't be around while they renovated the club, Preecha knew exactly where he was gonna be...Cleveland, Ohio. The last known residence of the infamous sociopath K. L. Henson, according to WCF records. The fighter searched high and low for the white haired son of a bitch. He asked around Henson's home town but the people were hesitant to say anything about him and almost all of them made a statement about how they hoped never to see the psycho again after what he did. He didn't ask them himself though, considering the awkwardness of communication as well as the risk of being recognized by not only fans but by one of Henson's cronies. He brought along a co-worker from the club who he had drive him around the city and ask the questions.
It was such a grey town with old, dusty buildings and houses. Like it hadn't been touched since the fifties with the exception of a few buildings that seemed out of place with their much more modern design. The only lead Preecha managed to get was from a blotchy skinned man with terrible posture who seemed oddly calm about the questioning. He told them that the former WCF wrestler had a cafe he liked to frequent just on the edge of town. Preecha and his driver staked themselves outside it, waiting for any sign of the freak. There was no Henson but after waiting a good five hours Preecha spotted someone who seemed familiar for some odd reason, a woman, somewhat fidgety and scrappy looking, entering the cafe and a few minutes later exiting with a bag that she tried to nonchalantly hide away in her pocket. Preecha looked up a video on his phone and confirmed his suspicion. It was Kayla Wincer, the woman Henson kidnapped earlier that year. She looked like she aged so much since that incident.So much so, that he was not totally sure it was her. Could you believe she wasn't even at her Seventh life cycle?
They hopped out of the vehicle and followed the woman from a ways back for a good distance that seemed somewhere around eight miles, until they reached an abandoned building that appeared to have been a bar at one point. Kayla looked around, trying to see if she was being followed but she was no KGB agent as she completely missed Preecha and his driver who stood around the corner of a thrift shop just a block down the way. She quickly entered the building as Preecha hurried over to try and get a peek inside the building which was damn near impossible since the windows were tinted and none of the lights were on. But some how Preecha knew this was the place. Maybe it was the recurrence memory or maybe assumption but he had a strong gut feeling this was going to be the spot. They had found Kayla and that most likely meant they were going to find Henson.
Preecha waited until night fall to return with some surveillance equipment he stole from the club. If Armand didn't want it taken, he should have put a better lock on the safe...This included a few microphones, five cameras, and a laser sensor to alert him when someone arrived. He told the driver to stay at the hotel, worried that a second person would raise the risk of being caught. Preecha staked out at the apartment building across the street. He picked the lock on the door to the room closest to the former bar location after making sure it was empty and set up his laptop which was connected wirelessly to everything in the other building. Preecha turned on a writing program to type out everything that would be said in the possible meet up so he knew what Henson and his goons would be saying.
Where did Preecha get the knack for this kind of work? Might be related to the one hundred cycles of his life that he spent as an actual international hit man who had worked for both sides of international affairs (this ended when there was a complication and he was set up by the US government when they discovered he took out high ranking members of the C.I.A. for a country that shall remained unnamed at this time). Preecha has had a quite diverse cycle-span of one-thousand and two cycles, only the last seventy of which he has spent as a professional wrestler. His intersecting with Armand has only been a very recent thing in his existence and to be honest, at his cycle age, it was something he could stand to go without. When one goes this long, life gets a little more sporadic and it takes a lot of determination for one to hold together. Even though Preecha has been deaf for the majority of the last four hundred cycles, the cause has varied greatly and just as much in timing. One cycle, he had gotten to the age of twenty before an accidental explosion took out his hearing. Even his interaction with Trinity seems to be a freak of nature this cycle since previous cycles with Armand, he kept his distance for one reason or another.
Though, as an extreme rarity, there was one cycle not even five cycles ago where Preecha wasn't deaf. His fight with the little nazi child did not end in tragedy, his grandfather still taught him to fight and he still joined the WCF, but there was no Armand, no Trinity, no K. L. Henson in his life. He wasn't an employee for “The Masters and Margaritas” and he was far from being a criminal. Unfortunately when it came to facing Wade Moor, the fighter still didn't come out on top. That same week, he was still facing the team of Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid surprisingly and Patrilli was still his partner, just meeting through the company instead of through Armand.
Without his handicap, he was free to say what ever he felt and didn't need a manager to speak for him. For some reason to Preecha, this felt freeing but he couldn't figure out why. He always felt he managed to avoid something terrible. He tried to not let it enter his mind too much but sometimes he felt like something was coming to take something from him. The worry was particularly bad right before the cameras started rolling while he stood outside in a park in the middle of a bad area of Austin, for some reason drawn to this spot despite never having been there before. He was wearing a spring jacket with the hood drawn back and black windbreaker pants with red stripes going down the side. The camera man asked him if he was ready yet. The fighter nodded and pulled out a cigarette from the pack located in his jacket pocket and lighted it right before the camera man press record. He took a drag from the filterless Pall Mall Red and let the smoke seep from his mouth as he began talking with his low, gravelly, yet unslurred tone.
Preecha Kamon
Sometimes I wonder why I quit smoking. Seems like a waste of time on a night like this...Now, I know people are wondering and waiting to see how badly my first loss in WCF has affected me...To be honest, this isn't the first match I have lost in my life. You get over it. As a fighter, you don't really start out a winner. It gets beaten into you. But, to be honest, this lost bothered me a lot. Not because there was a fucking title on the line or because it was a main event match up seen by millions. What bothered me is that I lost to Wade. This mother fucker does nothing but talks shit and makes an ass out of himself! He mocks my fighting style which was taught to me by my grandfather who was more of a man than Wade could ever dream of being! I was looking forward to this match because I was looking forward to cracking his jaw and having it sewn shut so he couldn't spit any of his clown shoe horse shit. I could give a shit less about the title, but the fact that he walked away from that match only reassured he could get away with doing what he wants is what kills me inside and now I am stuck competing against the runts of his clique like some sick insult to injury.
Preecha took another drag off the cigarette before blowing it up into the air, watching it slowly dissipate.
Preecha Kamon
One of my friends once told me he hated smoking anything but Reds. He said he smoked because he liked the feel of it burning his throat and that lights and menthols just didn't do it for him. Honestly, I agree...I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. About life and existence and all that. I am not a thinker usually but last week has gotten me thinking about this whole deal of life and shit. What makes it worth it? What is there to be driven by? Why should I be motivated to keep going? Doesn't it all seem so fucking tiring? After losing, I wonder what I am even working for. If I had beat Wade, what would I have really gained? The thing that would have driven me to that point would be gone and then what? Why should we even care?...
There is that old saying everyone uses once in a while because it is easier to say than to understand. I think, therefore I am. What a crock of shit. That is your explanation for existing? Perspective is the thing that makes us wonder what we are doing and you use that to proclaim it is all as we understand it? I don't know a lot about science but it seems to me that all that is proving that old saying wrong every day. We can't trust how we see things so we have to try to understand it beyond ourselves. We have to step out of this little bubble we live in and observe it from the outside. All it tells me is that we know who we are and that is concrete enough. I think, therefore I know who I am and even that doesn't hold up. It is the outside world that effects you. It is the tragedies in your life, an outside force, that forms who you are. It is our environment affects on ourselves that makes me a fighter. I hurt, therefore I am.
Am I anyone beyond Wade's offenses against me? Do I have motivation for myself? Am I going into that ring this week and gonna try and beat the ever loving shit out of #BeachKrew for any reason besides my need for vengeance? Sure, I could say I want to win and that it is my home state but even I know that is all secondary. It gets so bad sometimes that I even wonder if there is a point to wondering. HAHA! Isn't that kinda fucked? I guess this loss has hit me worse than I thought. I feel so tired sometimes that I think about walking away and letting it go, getting me a mundane job where motivation isn't even a factor. Why don't I just become an accountant? Why don't I just push papers all day and become impersonal with everyone? How about I just change my name to Larry for the fuck of it and enjoy the convenience of casual fridays?
That is what most people choose to do right? They decide it is so much better to stop excelling and just settle. They are so exhausted that they stop wanting to put the energy into it and start waiting for a day it stops being an issue, hoping that death is truly the end. Wouldn't it just be terrible if we had to go through this life again and again and again, having to face the same terrible struggles, having to suffer the same failures, having to lose against the same people without end? What a fucking joke that would be. Sure, it might be fine for those who succeed, those who get to win every time it happens but for most people it is just a chore to hold up those on top and let's face it, those on top will die just as miserably as the rest of us, so is there even a reason to win? Was there a reason for me to quit smoking in the first place if I am just going to pick up the habit again and again, losing the will to fight the urge more and more each time?
Preecha spread out his arms and shouted up to the sky.
Preecha Kamon
People of this godforsaken town! Is there a really a reason for you to try?! You are as low as one can get! The world doesn't want you to get any higher! What are you fighting for!?
Preecha took a long drag and tossed the cigarette away.
Preecha Kamon
I'll tell you why we keep going! I think, therefore I have to! There is a part in us that is defiant! There is something in us that reacts to the outside world and needs to prove it wrong even if we figure we are going to fail! It is in us to keep going and deny others our comeuppance! Even though I might wonder what is the point, I am still going to go out to the ring this Sunday, looking to kick someone's ass! Why?...Why not!? I'm not gonna let more of those #BeachKrew goons take away what I worked for! It is mine to hold and it is mine to lose and I will be damned if I let them think they can get away with trying to wave their temporary big dick around.
I think, therefore I fucking kill! Fuck a 6ix God, fuck a Brosideon, fuck a Rabid and fuck a Kemp! You are just a bunch of bitch ass bastards who got together because you wanted to throw a tantrum and get your way. Why not, there is power in numbers even if it is a bunch of whining ass clowns making a bunch of noise. Fuckers want an echo chamber? Well you got one but I'll be damned if I am going to be a topic in your jerk off sessions. I am going to make my way back up to the top and fucking murder that sonuvabitch Wade like I said I was going to. As I have said before, until he pins me or makes me submit, he isn't my world champion. If that means I have to go through his fuck buddies to do it then Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp better prey to their sea gods that I leave enough them so that they can still have a career because I am in the mood to murder some real “fuccbois”.
Should I really be worried about these guys? It seems to me Johnny Rabid is a black sheep of the group, being that he is the only one with any sense of manners but you know it is bad when even his own group has a problem with him and won't let him in the echo chamber. But, Kyle Kemp is the real disappointment here. He might think he knows what success looks like but he only has a failed career in baseball to compare it to. This right here isn't my plan B. I wanted to be a fighter and that is exactly what I became. The dude is only as good as his best partner, the mother fucker is being carried and he is too stupid to know it. He has the balls to try and claim he is the best but he can't seem to prove himself. If there is a threat in this team it is Johnny Rabid but that is not nearly enough to scare Patrilli and I off.
You two better not think just because Wade beat me that you have the same possibility. As much as I hate Wade, I will at least he is probably the best member of #BeachKrew. You two aren't even on his level, let alone mine.
Preecha unzipped his jacket and threw it off. He stood in silence for a moment as he soaked in the chilly Texas air...which was still grilling weather for Minnesota but they're crazy fuckers.
Preecha Kamon
I love the feel of the chill air filling my hot lungs. I sometimes like to stand out in the cold and feel my limbs lose feeling! I hurt therefore I am. Johnny, Kemp, I am going to make sure you know exactly what that means. I am going to make this Sunday one you are going to bemoan every time you relive it. Maybe I will beat you both so bad that the next time around, you will skip the wrestling career completely and decide to take the route of accountant and push papers, it is much safer than this shit and trust me, I am not going away any time soon so don't make the mistake that this is going to get any easier. Even if Wade beat me every time, the simple fact is that I am going to beat you two every time because of it. Hehehe, I guess timing is everything!
The funny thing about this promo is that it happened at the same time as this stake out. This cycle through, Preecha didn't have anything to say. He had no motivation to have Armand say anything and even if he could talk, he didn't feel like speaking. He was more focused on Henson...speaking of which, Preecha finally saw two people enter the building at opposite ends. One was obviously Henson with his white hair and the energetic bounce in his step, but the other person stayed in the shadows. Suddenly the computer started typing. Though it was hard to decypher who was saying what since it couldn't label and punctuate. This is what it looked like when finished and Preecha was a little more than concerned with what he was able to get out of it.
Assuming there is nothing to move onto from there, they decide to remain at this ball of chaotic time-warpedness and study it to try and figure out the patterns, the secrets, the phenomena of existence. They would have plenty of time to do so since time would no longer be a factor, considering. They would catalog anything and everything there would be to record and they would find out a new and yet shocking idea. Something that couldn't be conceived by those living in the bubble.
But first, to understand it, I need to lay down a few guidelines used in researching this lone, never-ending, always expanding contracting, ...thing. First, the “lucky ones” count an expansion and contraction (individually established as “flows”) as one whole “cycle”. Second, the bubble never fully shrinks and always expands to the same point before reversing “flow”. These moments of frozen time are referred to as “time pivots”. Third, repeating events are labeled “recurrences”.
You might be wondering at this point, “recurrences”? “But Mr. Writer-man, what are you talking about? It is time, repeating over and over again. It is all just one recurrence!” Well, my ever-so-vocal reader, I want to return to a specific idea I mentioned earlier. As I have mentioned before, this might seem like an exhausting concept and that it is because it IS exhausting, for those trying to comprehend it and for those involved in it. The thing about time pivots is since they never fully close, they leave microscope remainders of previous cycles and with that comes not only the very small fragments of memories in us which we sometimes categorize as de-ja-vu, but also the slight exhaustion of having to go through it again. These factors make it so each cycle is slightly different.
But how much of a difference could such a small thing make in the world? In four or five cycles, not much, but let us say a million or so and then you have an almost unrecognizable universe on your hands. For instance, the lucky ones came from what is now referred to as the “Fresh Period”. In this cycle age, the universe was in order and efficient, to the point of Utopia with secure completion of Universal Civilization (the pinnacle of which being 300 hundred cycles after the first lucky ones discovered the outer-verse, being the one that a majority of the lucky ones were able to exit the inner-verse).
Though, after the Apex cycle, it slowly started a decline which went generally unnoticed until certain discrepancies started appearing. Less and less lucky ones managed to exit. The Utopian Universe was less vibrant as it took longer to secure Universal Civilization; until there was no security and the great collapse cycle came where only three lucky ones were able to escape out of desperation. After this cycle, there was no Universal Civilization. Certain Galactic civilizations would crumble before the great unification. This began the “Decline era”. This is when the lucky ones began crucial observational research on the inner-verse. Taking more detailed notes and recording things down in the categories I explained earlier. One of the first discoveries they made was that certain people stopped being where they were supposed to be or stopped existing entirely and new people started appearing. The lucky ones established that organisms had what they started referring to as “Cycle-spans”. After so many cycles, one would stop reoccurring and recurrences would be prevented. They found most conscious life forms had an average cycle-span of anywhere from 300 cycles to 600 cycles, though there was no telling what could happen and how long a life-form could go for. Certain life forms have been recorded to live a thousand or more cycles and some have been recorded to appear for only one. Nothing was impossible. In fact, for the longest time (for the lack of a better word), it was thought of as impossible for a life form to come back from a deceased cycle-span. That was until...
Trinity Hayashi
Uhhh, hello...Is, ummm, Mr. De La Fontaine in?
Trinity Hayashi, in her usual professional grey attire, was standing in the lobby of “The Masters and Margaritas” which was currently being renovated. A woman named Rhetta, who was Armand's secretary, was posted at a desk next to the doorway that lead into the main floor. She appeared to be an air-headed blonde in a short skirt and a button up shirt that was maybe one size too tight for her (she was only 3 cycles in, which was a common occurrence for many of Armand's secretaries).
Trinity was specifically rare case. She had ended her cycle-span of four hundred and sixty seven for a twenty cycle gap before she appeared again, refreshed. She was currently on her fifteenth cycle through on this second run. This shocked many of the Lucky Ones and sparked endless debates but we will get to that later. The important thing was she was back and had appeared to be renewed with little consequence from her former span. Some questioned if it could even be considered the same life-form, but certain similarities between the two were too big to ignore.
Rhetta
I am sorry, but Mr. De La Fontaine is currently busy with the renovation of the...
Armand De La Fontaine
It's okay, Rhetta, Ms. Hayashi can come in.
Armand stuck his top half through the new swaying door which alarmed Trinity with the suddenness until she noticed the security camera hanging in the far corner, pointed directly at her. She sighed as Armand held the door open. He signaled her in. He looked a little out of his element as he stood there dressed in a dirty white shirt and blue jeans instead of his more expensive apparel. He was wearing a hard hat and handed another one to Trinity as she entered to a giant room buzzing with endless noise of saws, drills and hammers. Dirt and saw dust covered the floor that had been partially torn out and was yet to be replaced. Scaffolds were in multiple corners as the construction workers tore down the railings of the balconies. People were hurrying around left and right, yelling to one another, either asking for tools and such items or berating the other for an easily avoidable mistake. The men looked tired, as if they had been at it over night and into the day. Knowing Armand, that was very possible.
Trinity followed Armand through the hazardous work space, stepping over stacked planks of wood, going around gaping holes in the ground and ducking under protruding edges from heavy duty machinery. Armand yelled at a few of the workers setting up a titantron, telling them it needed to be higher up so it can be seen from every angle of the room. The two finally made their way to the back area which still had work to be done as well, but was significantly quieter.
Armand was on his five-hundred and thirty second cycle at this point and had a very interesting history with Ms. Hayashi up until now. The two had been intersecting for at least three hundred cycles and I imagine many would be surprised to know that for a section of that span, they didn't completely despise each other. The first twenty five cycles they knew each other, they actually dated and in two of them they actually got married. But both marriages ended in divorce, one friendly and one not-so-friendly. After that, their relationship had been downhill. Let it be noted though that Armand wasn't always the sleazy club-owner he is now. He started out as an activist of many different causes and was successful for several cycles until the Universe Time-Fatigue started in on him and he slowly became apathetic as the universe slowly beat the social awareness out of him. It's been “The Masters and Margaritas” ever since.
Trinity Hayashi
When did you get a secretary? And what is with the construction?
Armand De La Fontaine
Renovation! Thought the club was due for an update. Dealing with the same thing over and over can be depressing and exhausting.
Trinity Hayashi
Has nothing to do with Preecha losing last week?
Armand De La Fontaine
...As for the secretary, I've had one for a while now. I just usually have her out doing other things rather than checking appointments in with me. But since I seem to have a rise in unscheduled meeting this last month and people seem to think they can barge in whenever they want, I decided it is better to have her here filtering the people that come see me. Especially since I trust even my own acquaintances less and less.
Trinity Hayashi
Isn't that why you hired Preecha as a bodyguard? Where is he anyways?
Armand shrugged.
Armand De La Fontaine
Where ever he chooses to be at the moment. Had to give him the week off. He was a hazard around here since he's deaf. Which is only the slightest bit unnerving because someone could walk through those doors at any moment and try to gun me down.
Trinity raised an eyebrow as the statement sounded slightly paranoid.
Trinity Hayashi
Is there a reason...someone would want to “gun you down”?
That is when Armand realized he almost made a big mistake, revealing there is more to the club than alcohol and terrible music. He sometimes forgot that what he was doing was considered illegal and so at points he was less than cautious about his choice of words. He turned away and mindlessly examined the exposed wiring in the ceiling.
Armand De La Fontaine
So, is there a reason why you are here? Did I say something or do something that has offended the viewing audience? Was a kid flipping channels and caught me saying or doing something that will scar his stupid developing brain for life?
Now the last several cycles, this reoccurring conversation had slowly taken a different turn. At this point in the recurrence, Ms. Hayashi would have kept on the question with a concrete stubbornness and it would have ended with a very revealing discussion and eventually, sometime next year, Trinity would get mixed into an incident and end up shot, bleeding out on a street corner; even if it was the smallest push in this direction. Though, those past cycles, Trinity was either a detective or a worker from OSHA. She almost always ended up in a position meant to help people. This cycle was the first time she was stuck in Standards and Practices which was far from being her dream job.
Trinity folded her arms and shook her head. She let the dodged question slide for now but took note of his refusal to answer. She wasn't completely ignorant to the kind of operation Armand was running but she didn't put too much thought to it since it wasn't really her job.
Trinity Hayashi
You really don't make this easy...I actually came here to apologize.
This was actually the first apology the new Trinity ever gave Armand. This peaked the club-owner's interest, causing him to look back over his shoulder.
Trinity Hayashi
I want to apologize for last week. I over stepped my bounds and despite my reasoning, it was an inappropriate action on my part.
The writer would like to take this moment to convey to you the first wedding ceremony of this now opposing couple! O' what a beautiful sight it was! White never seemed to glow more purely than it did on that very day. The abundance of flowers was not overpowering but properly noticeable as it surrounded the outside event in small spurts!
Armand De La Fontaine
Hmmm...I guess I wasn't all that innocent either. I should have let the waiter take care of it but something told me to stay, something in me knew it would bother you. Which was childish on my part, but why would you go and date that idiot anyways?
The seats were filled with family and friends from both sides, all chatting away before the start of this sentimental pageantry. The carpet that had been rolled down the grassy isle was an unstoppable red with an unusual but tasteful sequence of squares running across it which shined like velvet. The music suddenly struck up, that classic ol' wedding march!
Trinity Hayashi
Daniel? I thought he was a friend of yours...
Armand De La Fontaine
Hell no! I hate that guy! Sure our parents knew each other and he drops a shit load of cash here but I wouldn't make him the best man at my wedding or anything. The man has no sense of pride. Honestly, I am surprised you were interested in him.
Standing up at the front were the groomsmen and bridesmaids, standing three for three. Daniel being the best man and Donna being the maid of honor. Down came the ever so stunning and considerate Groom Mr. De La Fontaine himself! His tuxedo was an impeccable black (almost unbelievably so) and his shoes shined brighter than even the 'current-cycle-club-owner' could seem to manage. His smile was confident and his eyes certain. The sky was clear and no wind dared interrupt the event.
Trinity Hayashi
Were? What makes you think I might not still be interested in him?
Armand De La Fontaine
Because he left you here and almost forced you to walk in the rain.
Trinity Hayashi
Why do you care anyways!?
Armand De La Fontaine
I don't! Date who you want! Next time just don't bring them here!
Trinity Hayashi
I wouldn't anyways! This place is the last place I would bring anyone!
And then came the bride! What a dress! A white shoulderless gown with a lace floral pattern all the way down the skirt which curved down and outwards like roots with a little extra length in the back trailing behind her. Her father guiding her by the arm down the aisle as she couldn't help but smile wide on her very important day. Upon reaching the alter, the father took a seat and the Bride stood next to her husband-to-be and stared into his eyes as he stared into hers. Never could they be happier, they thought.
Trinity Hayashi
What is your deal anyways?! Why do you feel the need to make my life a living hell?!
Armand De La Fontaine
ME!? You are the one who keeps showing up unannounced and poking your nose where it doesn't belong! I am trying to go about my business! I couldn't care less about you!
Trinity Hayashi
I wouldn't be bothering you all the time if you just listened to me once in a while! Is it that hard not to do something insanely insensitive for at least one week!?
Armand De La Fontaine
Yeah, I am totally the problem here! You seem to have a problem with everything I do!
The Justice of the Peace was reaching the end of the ceremony, not a dry eye in the house, what a perfect couple they made up on that altar! And then that eternal question came. “Do you, Trinity Hayashi take Armand De La Fontaine as your lawfully wedded husband?” To which came those miraculous two words...
Trinity Hayashi
I do! You are a terrible person and there has yet to be one thing I have seen you do that would suggest you have even the slightest inkling of a good person inside you! Do you have fun torturing me like this?!
“And do you, Armand De La Fontaine take Trinity Hayashi as your lawfully wedded wife?” To which Armand followed suit and said...
Armand De La Fontaine
Fuck you, bitch!
Wait, that wasn't right...
Armand De La Fontaine
I don't need you here watching every step I take! At first, AT FIRST! I thought you were just into me, considering you were going farther than any Standards and Practices worker really should. You are just supposed to say “no, don't do that” then slap them on the wrist when they don't listen! But you have to come to my place of work and stick your nose into everything!
The judge pronounced them Husband and wife. Then came the timeless tradition of a kiss.
Armand De La Fontaine
You're nothing but an annoying cunt!
SLAP!
Back on the current cycle, Armand had a red hand-shaped spot on his face and Trinity had walked out of the establishment in a huff. I am sure it won't be the last time...relatively speaking. But, where was Preecha during this incident? Well, Armand was telling the truth when he said he gave Preecha the week off and had no idea where he was. Preecha was doing a little investigation. Ever since Armand told him he couldn't be around while they renovated the club, Preecha knew exactly where he was gonna be...Cleveland, Ohio. The last known residence of the infamous sociopath K. L. Henson, according to WCF records. The fighter searched high and low for the white haired son of a bitch. He asked around Henson's home town but the people were hesitant to say anything about him and almost all of them made a statement about how they hoped never to see the psycho again after what he did. He didn't ask them himself though, considering the awkwardness of communication as well as the risk of being recognized by not only fans but by one of Henson's cronies. He brought along a co-worker from the club who he had drive him around the city and ask the questions.
It was such a grey town with old, dusty buildings and houses. Like it hadn't been touched since the fifties with the exception of a few buildings that seemed out of place with their much more modern design. The only lead Preecha managed to get was from a blotchy skinned man with terrible posture who seemed oddly calm about the questioning. He told them that the former WCF wrestler had a cafe he liked to frequent just on the edge of town. Preecha and his driver staked themselves outside it, waiting for any sign of the freak. There was no Henson but after waiting a good five hours Preecha spotted someone who seemed familiar for some odd reason, a woman, somewhat fidgety and scrappy looking, entering the cafe and a few minutes later exiting with a bag that she tried to nonchalantly hide away in her pocket. Preecha looked up a video on his phone and confirmed his suspicion. It was Kayla Wincer, the woman Henson kidnapped earlier that year. She looked like she aged so much since that incident.So much so, that he was not totally sure it was her. Could you believe she wasn't even at her Seventh life cycle?
They hopped out of the vehicle and followed the woman from a ways back for a good distance that seemed somewhere around eight miles, until they reached an abandoned building that appeared to have been a bar at one point. Kayla looked around, trying to see if she was being followed but she was no KGB agent as she completely missed Preecha and his driver who stood around the corner of a thrift shop just a block down the way. She quickly entered the building as Preecha hurried over to try and get a peek inside the building which was damn near impossible since the windows were tinted and none of the lights were on. But some how Preecha knew this was the place. Maybe it was the recurrence memory or maybe assumption but he had a strong gut feeling this was going to be the spot. They had found Kayla and that most likely meant they were going to find Henson.
Preecha waited until night fall to return with some surveillance equipment he stole from the club. If Armand didn't want it taken, he should have put a better lock on the safe...This included a few microphones, five cameras, and a laser sensor to alert him when someone arrived. He told the driver to stay at the hotel, worried that a second person would raise the risk of being caught. Preecha staked out at the apartment building across the street. He picked the lock on the door to the room closest to the former bar location after making sure it was empty and set up his laptop which was connected wirelessly to everything in the other building. Preecha turned on a writing program to type out everything that would be said in the possible meet up so he knew what Henson and his goons would be saying.
Where did Preecha get the knack for this kind of work? Might be related to the one hundred cycles of his life that he spent as an actual international hit man who had worked for both sides of international affairs (this ended when there was a complication and he was set up by the US government when they discovered he took out high ranking members of the C.I.A. for a country that shall remained unnamed at this time). Preecha has had a quite diverse cycle-span of one-thousand and two cycles, only the last seventy of which he has spent as a professional wrestler. His intersecting with Armand has only been a very recent thing in his existence and to be honest, at his cycle age, it was something he could stand to go without. When one goes this long, life gets a little more sporadic and it takes a lot of determination for one to hold together. Even though Preecha has been deaf for the majority of the last four hundred cycles, the cause has varied greatly and just as much in timing. One cycle, he had gotten to the age of twenty before an accidental explosion took out his hearing. Even his interaction with Trinity seems to be a freak of nature this cycle since previous cycles with Armand, he kept his distance for one reason or another.
Though, as an extreme rarity, there was one cycle not even five cycles ago where Preecha wasn't deaf. His fight with the little nazi child did not end in tragedy, his grandfather still taught him to fight and he still joined the WCF, but there was no Armand, no Trinity, no K. L. Henson in his life. He wasn't an employee for “The Masters and Margaritas” and he was far from being a criminal. Unfortunately when it came to facing Wade Moor, the fighter still didn't come out on top. That same week, he was still facing the team of Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid surprisingly and Patrilli was still his partner, just meeting through the company instead of through Armand.
Without his handicap, he was free to say what ever he felt and didn't need a manager to speak for him. For some reason to Preecha, this felt freeing but he couldn't figure out why. He always felt he managed to avoid something terrible. He tried to not let it enter his mind too much but sometimes he felt like something was coming to take something from him. The worry was particularly bad right before the cameras started rolling while he stood outside in a park in the middle of a bad area of Austin, for some reason drawn to this spot despite never having been there before. He was wearing a spring jacket with the hood drawn back and black windbreaker pants with red stripes going down the side. The camera man asked him if he was ready yet. The fighter nodded and pulled out a cigarette from the pack located in his jacket pocket and lighted it right before the camera man press record. He took a drag from the filterless Pall Mall Red and let the smoke seep from his mouth as he began talking with his low, gravelly, yet unslurred tone.
Preecha Kamon
Sometimes I wonder why I quit smoking. Seems like a waste of time on a night like this...Now, I know people are wondering and waiting to see how badly my first loss in WCF has affected me...To be honest, this isn't the first match I have lost in my life. You get over it. As a fighter, you don't really start out a winner. It gets beaten into you. But, to be honest, this lost bothered me a lot. Not because there was a fucking title on the line or because it was a main event match up seen by millions. What bothered me is that I lost to Wade. This mother fucker does nothing but talks shit and makes an ass out of himself! He mocks my fighting style which was taught to me by my grandfather who was more of a man than Wade could ever dream of being! I was looking forward to this match because I was looking forward to cracking his jaw and having it sewn shut so he couldn't spit any of his clown shoe horse shit. I could give a shit less about the title, but the fact that he walked away from that match only reassured he could get away with doing what he wants is what kills me inside and now I am stuck competing against the runts of his clique like some sick insult to injury.
Preecha took another drag off the cigarette before blowing it up into the air, watching it slowly dissipate.
Preecha Kamon
One of my friends once told me he hated smoking anything but Reds. He said he smoked because he liked the feel of it burning his throat and that lights and menthols just didn't do it for him. Honestly, I agree...I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. About life and existence and all that. I am not a thinker usually but last week has gotten me thinking about this whole deal of life and shit. What makes it worth it? What is there to be driven by? Why should I be motivated to keep going? Doesn't it all seem so fucking tiring? After losing, I wonder what I am even working for. If I had beat Wade, what would I have really gained? The thing that would have driven me to that point would be gone and then what? Why should we even care?...
There is that old saying everyone uses once in a while because it is easier to say than to understand. I think, therefore I am. What a crock of shit. That is your explanation for existing? Perspective is the thing that makes us wonder what we are doing and you use that to proclaim it is all as we understand it? I don't know a lot about science but it seems to me that all that is proving that old saying wrong every day. We can't trust how we see things so we have to try to understand it beyond ourselves. We have to step out of this little bubble we live in and observe it from the outside. All it tells me is that we know who we are and that is concrete enough. I think, therefore I know who I am and even that doesn't hold up. It is the outside world that effects you. It is the tragedies in your life, an outside force, that forms who you are. It is our environment affects on ourselves that makes me a fighter. I hurt, therefore I am.
Am I anyone beyond Wade's offenses against me? Do I have motivation for myself? Am I going into that ring this week and gonna try and beat the ever loving shit out of #BeachKrew for any reason besides my need for vengeance? Sure, I could say I want to win and that it is my home state but even I know that is all secondary. It gets so bad sometimes that I even wonder if there is a point to wondering. HAHA! Isn't that kinda fucked? I guess this loss has hit me worse than I thought. I feel so tired sometimes that I think about walking away and letting it go, getting me a mundane job where motivation isn't even a factor. Why don't I just become an accountant? Why don't I just push papers all day and become impersonal with everyone? How about I just change my name to Larry for the fuck of it and enjoy the convenience of casual fridays?
That is what most people choose to do right? They decide it is so much better to stop excelling and just settle. They are so exhausted that they stop wanting to put the energy into it and start waiting for a day it stops being an issue, hoping that death is truly the end. Wouldn't it just be terrible if we had to go through this life again and again and again, having to face the same terrible struggles, having to suffer the same failures, having to lose against the same people without end? What a fucking joke that would be. Sure, it might be fine for those who succeed, those who get to win every time it happens but for most people it is just a chore to hold up those on top and let's face it, those on top will die just as miserably as the rest of us, so is there even a reason to win? Was there a reason for me to quit smoking in the first place if I am just going to pick up the habit again and again, losing the will to fight the urge more and more each time?
Preecha spread out his arms and shouted up to the sky.
Preecha Kamon
People of this godforsaken town! Is there a really a reason for you to try?! You are as low as one can get! The world doesn't want you to get any higher! What are you fighting for!?
Preecha took a long drag and tossed the cigarette away.
Preecha Kamon
I'll tell you why we keep going! I think, therefore I have to! There is a part in us that is defiant! There is something in us that reacts to the outside world and needs to prove it wrong even if we figure we are going to fail! It is in us to keep going and deny others our comeuppance! Even though I might wonder what is the point, I am still going to go out to the ring this Sunday, looking to kick someone's ass! Why?...Why not!? I'm not gonna let more of those #BeachKrew goons take away what I worked for! It is mine to hold and it is mine to lose and I will be damned if I let them think they can get away with trying to wave their temporary big dick around.
I think, therefore I fucking kill! Fuck a 6ix God, fuck a Brosideon, fuck a Rabid and fuck a Kemp! You are just a bunch of bitch ass bastards who got together because you wanted to throw a tantrum and get your way. Why not, there is power in numbers even if it is a bunch of whining ass clowns making a bunch of noise. Fuckers want an echo chamber? Well you got one but I'll be damned if I am going to be a topic in your jerk off sessions. I am going to make my way back up to the top and fucking murder that sonuvabitch Wade like I said I was going to. As I have said before, until he pins me or makes me submit, he isn't my world champion. If that means I have to go through his fuck buddies to do it then Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp better prey to their sea gods that I leave enough them so that they can still have a career because I am in the mood to murder some real “fuccbois”.
Should I really be worried about these guys? It seems to me Johnny Rabid is a black sheep of the group, being that he is the only one with any sense of manners but you know it is bad when even his own group has a problem with him and won't let him in the echo chamber. But, Kyle Kemp is the real disappointment here. He might think he knows what success looks like but he only has a failed career in baseball to compare it to. This right here isn't my plan B. I wanted to be a fighter and that is exactly what I became. The dude is only as good as his best partner, the mother fucker is being carried and he is too stupid to know it. He has the balls to try and claim he is the best but he can't seem to prove himself. If there is a threat in this team it is Johnny Rabid but that is not nearly enough to scare Patrilli and I off.
You two better not think just because Wade beat me that you have the same possibility. As much as I hate Wade, I will at least he is probably the best member of #BeachKrew. You two aren't even on his level, let alone mine.
Preecha unzipped his jacket and threw it off. He stood in silence for a moment as he soaked in the chilly Texas air...which was still grilling weather for Minnesota but they're crazy fuckers.
Preecha Kamon
I love the feel of the chill air filling my hot lungs. I sometimes like to stand out in the cold and feel my limbs lose feeling! I hurt therefore I am. Johnny, Kemp, I am going to make sure you know exactly what that means. I am going to make this Sunday one you are going to bemoan every time you relive it. Maybe I will beat you both so bad that the next time around, you will skip the wrestling career completely and decide to take the route of accountant and push papers, it is much safer than this shit and trust me, I am not going away any time soon so don't make the mistake that this is going to get any easier. Even if Wade beat me every time, the simple fact is that I am going to beat you two every time because of it. Hehehe, I guess timing is everything!
The funny thing about this promo is that it happened at the same time as this stake out. This cycle through, Preecha didn't have anything to say. He had no motivation to have Armand say anything and even if he could talk, he didn't feel like speaking. He was more focused on Henson...speaking of which, Preecha finally saw two people enter the building at opposite ends. One was obviously Henson with his white hair and the energetic bounce in his step, but the other person stayed in the shadows. Suddenly the computer started typing. Though it was hard to decypher who was saying what since it couldn't label and punctuate. This is what it looked like when finished and Preecha was a little more than concerned with what he was able to get out of it.
Get the package yes so we are going through with the plan this next week friday while they are still renovating we will have a full opening to attack and cripple them what do you want from them just to see things my way I feel like I have proven myself more than trustworthy can I get a name of the man I am working with hahaha soon enough just trust me that things will all be clear soon enough now be patient and wait for the next phase of the plan
