Weatherlight Chronicles Episode 1

[Nick Watson]

"It is my belief that Pence is going to do good things for APW. He has that drive, that will to fight for what he believes in, and the over all physical attributes that make a complete athlete. He knows what he has to do and why he has to do it and sticks to his guns rather than give up at the first sign of trouble. Furthermore, I think he is gifted, not only at being a voice for the millions of fans, but also gifted as a role model to those who are in need of one. He seems to me to be a beacon of hope in this day and age which is a rarity because of all the dark and foreboding things that are going on now a days. He is their hero, the people's hero, and I don't think anyone can stop him when he sets his eyes on the prize and I hope that he has a prosperous career because I can't think of anyone else who deserves it more than him." -Nick Maelstrom After Mayhem 2 Years Ago

Two years ago things looked bad. The company of APW had just crowned a new World Heavyweight Champion, a man with a history of being psychopathic to a certain extent, and considered himself to have two personalities within his head. That man was...

Announcer: Winner and new World Heavyweight Champion... LEVEL ONE!

The fans didn't know at the time, but Level One was on the verge of a breakdown, and his true colors were about to be shown on public television. It was at this time, when the break down began to occur that President Jeff, Owner and General Manager of APW, began to seek the answer to his Level One problems. Knowing all too well that he never got along with Level One, he could see that there was going to be bashing of heads, and as such he delved deep into the talent pools of other wrestling organizations looking for a fighter to save his show. He searched and searched, but came up blank for the solution, Level One had began to torture both Jason Royce and John Green by throwing them at each other with mind games, controlling the situation it seemed as though things were going to get worse, until...

The action-tron bursts to static as Level One looked on at the entrance ramp to see a man step out from behind the curtain. A man the fans identified or had heard rumors of his signing, they began to chant his name as he grabbed his microphone, and began to speak.

Pence: By the look on your face Level. I can tell you recognize me....

Pence arrived, he didn't have a heralded appearance like many other signings, but his appearance silently changed APW forever. In a Main Event later that night, Level One managed to manipulate Jason Royce into helping him out of a stick predicament with Pence Weatherlight, but Pence would have his revenge. At Mayhem in 2009, Pence would clash in a four-way with the most hated APW Heavyweight in a long time, Level One, Jason Royce, and John Green. The match would be grueling and would be remembered as one of the best Mayhems of all time due to its' Main Event, Pence Weatherlight would fall from the top of the stage, and crash to the floor below, 15 feet to cold, hard concrete. He would have to be wheeled out on a stretcher to get treatment, however Pence would not allow himself to be taken out of this match.

Before Level-One goes for a cover, the fans start cheering loudly, looking up to the stage! Level-One looks up to see what they're cheering about, and sees Pence Weatherlight walking down the ramp!

Harvey: Pence is back! He's back in the match!

Chase: This isn't a smart move by Pence at all, but it does show a lot of heart!

Harvey: This is how important the APW Heavyweight Championship is, that Pence is risking his health to come back out to finish the match!

Indeed, Pence is in bad shape, as his midsection is bandaged up, and he's walking with a slight limp!

Pence demanded of himself to continue, to come back out, and from eyewitness reports, pushed doctors, and security away from himself so he could stagger back out to finish the match that he started. His courage was commendable and this was the beginning of the era of Pence Weatherlight, he now destined for greatness regardless of the outcome of the match, Pence was destined to be a champion and a future hall of famer, this match showed he had what it took to be champion, and showed Jeff he had made the right decision. The match continued on, until Pence and Level One were the last two standing, both men exhausted, both men hurting in some way, shape, or fashion, and both men wanting the prize. Tonight, however, Pence wanted it a bit more...

Pence turns his attention back towards the champ, and as Level-One gets to his feet, Pence hooks him in a Urinagi position, going for the Heavy Artillery! Level-One counters by elbowing Pence in the side of the head, and as Pence is dazed, lifts him upon his shoulders to go for The Darkness Shine! As Level-One twists Pence around, Pence lands on his feet, kicks Level-One in the gut, and goes for the Heavy Artillery again, this time, drilling Level-One into the mat! Pence goes for the cover,
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DING! DING! DING!



Announcer: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and the new APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Pence Weatherlight!

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The fans and Jeff were elated, they had found their hero to support in the coming years, and were proud to call them their champion. Pence earned several accomidations for his heroics and soon was being graced on several covers of magazines and in articles around the world. Pence, who had been a small time thing in EWC, had grown into an APW megastar in a months time, however Pence would not be able to escape Level One when he returned for his rematch. Pence would lose the title to Lester at Test for the Best, his overconfidence was his undoing, and Pence looked on in great sorrow as Jesse Nunez, another ex-EWC superstar, prepared to square off with Level One. However, Pence would intervene, he would put himself in the match as the guest referee. A controversial move by Pence cost Jesse the title, but set himself up for a rematch of his own, but once again Pence would fall short. He would lose again to Lester at One Night in Hell and soon the fans began to wonder if Pence winning against Level was a fluke and that if he would ever return to the form he once had.

However, APW fans rejoiced when a new rivalry between Biggs and Pence pushed the boundaries of mid-card title matches. Pence and Biggs squared off at Christmas Chaos in a brutal match to decide the fate of the Overdrive division, in this match, a match that could have gone either way, Pence solidified himself once again by conquering his foe, and claiming another victory, making himself appear to be ready for any threat that was coming his way. Pence, however would decide against being Overdrive Champion. Even though Pence was a champion again, he could not help, but feel like he was being overshadowed by Level One, and as he looked at the monster Lester was becoming he felt the need of the people inserting itself over his will to be the Overdrive champion. Dropping the title, under a false attack, at New Years Retribution, Pence Weatherlight wore a mask, and assaulted Level One at every turn for a month. Until finally, Pence removed the mask, and both Pence and Level One set up the perfect match to test their skill, a match to prove who would be the best champion in the world for APW. A sixty minute Iron Man match. Pence and Level would appear at Rasslemania VI, ready to destroy each other, and conclude the greatest rivalry in a long time for APW.

At the end of this long and difficult match, both men were tired, and bloodied. But one man stood holding the title above the other. Pence Weatherlight, the man who had been an after-thought in EWC, and who had evolved in under a years time into the greatest hero that APW had ever seen, claimed the World Heavyweight title a second time. For the next three to four months Pence would be undefeated. He would beat foe after foe, taking on the best, and proving that he was ready for anything. Fate, however did not play out too kindly for Pence, though. He was injured, fighting with one arm for three to four months, Pence could finally no longer take the abuse of constant battle. So in one last match, a match he would lose, Pence handed off the reigns to a young man by the name of Bryan Payne and disappear into the sunset without any a hint as to where he was going.

Pence, would return several times, he would win a championship...the Overdrive Championship, and then he faded again into the shadows. For the longest time fans didn't know where to turn for guidance. They had no idea of who to cheer for and who to believe in. It was during this time of great indifference that Pence came back...changed...and this is where our story begins. It begins on a new life...and above all else...a new chapter in the life of Pence Weatherlight.

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Chronicle #1 Part A: Time to Kick Ass And Chew Bubblegum and I'm all out of...well you know the rest.
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*Minnesota, A Few Days Ago*

It started pretty early for your's truly, but you know me, I'm usually an early bird type of guy. Like to wake up in the mornings feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day of possibilities. Today was just like any other day when you are a famous wrestler and by just like any day I mean it was just a boring day in one of the most boring states in the United States. Minnesota. I had thought that APW would have been able to book a bigger venue, a bigger place to showcase my return, and all of my new talent that I was bringing to bare, but it seemed like Minnesota would do. It had surprised me yesterday when I had arrived at the International airport of what type of following APW had here. It was almost like a cult of fans, just waiting to touch you, and see if you were a figment of their imagination or the real deal. Of course I got all into it and spent quite a bit of time talking and just chilling with some fans of mine. Nothing is sweeter than feeling the sense of belonging that they can give you, the kinship that you develop with your fan base can drastically effect your performances in several negative and positive ways, and for me it was nothing but positive. They wished me luck after the four hours of hanging out and chilling in the airport lounge and I departed none the less happier to know that maybe this state wasn't so bad after all.

The fans were something else, but the locals who didn't know a thing about wrestling were also quite good as well. Nice, kindly folk, who looked out for one another surrounded the streets, complimenting each other, and simply just happy. I wished I could live like that, wake up in the morning, look out the window, and greet your next door neighbor as he grabbed his newspaper off the lawn, but I had so much on my mind. Sure, I had been all loose and calm when I had been at the airport, but now I was buzzing with excitement and anxiety. I got like this before every match, anxious, and excited for the opportunities I would be granted in the ring, namely the chance to thromp some one who clearly didn't know what he was talking about. Tyler Graves. What a fool. The man was ignorant to the pleas of the people and yet deemed them unworthy of his performance, when in the long run it was him who was truly unworthy, but that was neither here nor there. Right now I needed to relax, to think things through, and piece together a battle plan for Sunday. Back in the present day, I stretched, and let out a loud yawn, taking in the surroundings for a bit. This had been my first time in a long time on the road and the familiar buzz of anticipation had etched itself into me since my arrival, but now even more so than before.

I had a whole day, a whole day to spend visiting sights, visiting locals, and chilling with Mitsuki. Mitsuki was sort of traveling with me now, she had quit her job, and had decided to uproot herself to follow me around which had me feeling that deep down she liked me or something. It was a possibility, but one that may very well creep me out. I stood up, pulling a shirt over my bare chest, and walking toward the bathroom to take my customary morning shower before I would head out to do a little jogging. It was a custom, a shower, then a jog, and for a long time that had been unchanged and I was not about to change things now. As I was in the shower, I couldn't help, but think of all the things that lay before me, constant opportunities to rise to the task because of my position in the company, and even more opportunities to repair the damage that had been done. I could do my work silently for a while before making my move for the big belts and I was feeling pretty good about my chances against Graves on Sunday, but it was yet to be seen what the man could bring to the table since his first display of battle prowess had left a sour taste in the fans and my mouth.

It was like he had cold clocked me, he was my polar opposite, and he had taken a silent jab at my pride as an athlete. And to be quite honest, I was not going to allow him to mock me, or the fan base. After I had finished showering, I walked out of the bathroom wearing one of the hotel robes, and made my way over to the dresser which had my supply of clothes. Picking out a nice pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, I began to dress as an abrupt knock at the door turned my attention away from jogging, and to who could possibly be at the door. I quickly dressed and then made my way over to the door, I looked through the peep hole, and then opened the door letting Mitsuki in. She grinned and then sat down on the bed, looking at everything in my room.

Mitsuki: Your room looks way worse than mine....why didn't you get a suite like Troy?

Pence: Because I dislike living in luxury, I like living like a normal person is all. Anyway, what can I do for you?

Mitsuki: Well, I was wondering if you would go see the sights with me today. I've been wanting to spend some time with you, but you have been busy with APW business or your other job. So it has been kind of hard to catch you during your off time.

I sat down next to her, got a bit comfortable, and then replied calmly.

Pence: I usually am quite busy, I'm sorry about that, and I'm sure I can spend some time with you today as I really don't have anything that important planned. Besides, I wanted to see the sights anyway, and I might as well go with a friend.

Mitsuki: Good. I will be waiting for you around 2:00, okay?

I nodded my head and then grinned broadly before replying again.

Pence: Sure thing, 2:00 it is.

She smiled as she left me alone to my thoughts. I was kind of excited to be visiting sights with Mitsuki today and I could tell she was excited to. I wondered if this was the first step in a relationship between me and her. Sure, I had plenty of girls in the past, but Mitsuki was different, she was a nicer, and more simpler type of girl. Most of the girls I had been with were either bimbos or completely out there zany. It felt nice to finally have a girl I could talk to and relate to that was for sure and as I stood up, stretched a bit, and then made my way out the door I wondered what our first date, a trip around the sights of Minnesota would be like.

Voice: Pence! I just got a call, we may have a job here in Minnesota!

I slumped my shoulder in disappointment and turned to see Troy Carter, my fellow private investigator, and a very important asset to my business affairs. I know I'm getting ahead of myself, but lets just leave it at I decided to become a private eye. I know, it sounds weird, but one day I decided that if I couldn't wrestle I might as well do something positive for the community, and I wanted something that would also pay me a good amount of money because without the income coming from my wrestling gig, I was running out of cash. So, I ended up becoming an investigator, I already knew how to do the majority of the stuff required, and had a license for a fire-arm, it had become an easy job for me, but over time the jobs had gotten harder. It was hard to gather information when people knew who you were and to be honest trying to talk your way into some info using a fake name and ID while you look like Pence Weatherlight, one of the most well known athletes in APW, is very hard. It had worked for a time, but over time I had come to discover that it was almost impossible to do it in certain occasions. So, that is where Troy had came in.

He was an ex-police officer who had graduated from the academy to become a member of the NYPD, where he had been told that he was going to make detective easy because of his talents, and skills which included his ability to gather info and discern set-ups. However, Troy had a problem, and it was a big one that ended up cock blocking his career. He was a light weight when it came to alcohol. One year into his career as an officer, he found himself with this hot cougar he had never seen before, and after banging her like a salvation army drum, he found himself face to face with the captain of the police force. Needless to say, he was in deep shit. His job going no where and his life as he knew it over, he left the NYPD, and became just another voiceless and faceless member of his community. Until I was alerted to his talents. I had hired him quickly and over the past ten cases, he had pulled through with the information gathering, and had even lined us up some nice cases. But he loved his job a bit too much, he was always looking for something to occupy his time, and I supposed that was because he was a workaholic, not that it mattered to me, because I preferred my associates to be hard workers.

Pence: I have a day off and you are finding cases for us to do?

Troy: Yeah! This is a real easy one too and the pay well lets just say we can make an easy five grand off of it.

Five grand was nothing to scoff at when you are an investigator, especially for how easy Troy said it would be, and he had my interest perked even though I knew I had made a promise to Mitsuki.

Pence: Alright, tell me about the case.

Troy: Well a few weeks ago, a convict escaped a federal prison. Some guy by the name of Mercutio Roberto, he worked for the Colombian drug cartel, and is reportedly looking for some way to return to Colombia. However, a few days ago he was spotted in Minnesota...the feds can't arrive quick enough, and they need someone to keep tabs on Mercutio and to also ensure he doesn't escape. That is where we come in, Pence. It is a simple case, no one gets hurt, and we basically just stay in a car following him until the feds arrive to pick him up.

Pence: Unless he has already skipped town...

Troy didn't like hearing me give counter-arguments, but it was true. Mercutio could have easily skipped town by now, but the fact that the Feds were willing to spend five thousand to baby sit some guy sounded quite appealing to me. A little extra spending cash would allow me to take Mitsuki on a real date in an expensive restaurant and then on a beautiful tour of the town. I supposed it couldn't hurt to check up on Mr. Roberto till the feds arrived.

Pence: Of course he could also still be here and this case is a little too hard to pass up.

Troy: I knew you would say that, so I went ahead, and told the feds we would take care of it.

Pence: Don't do that again, alright...I'm the one that okay's the cases we take, comprende?

Troy: Yeah...alright, sorry about that, boss.

Pence: Anyway, if you can give me some time...I need to go break some bad news to Mitsuki.

Troy nodded his head and left me to explain to Mitsuki why I wouldn't be able to make our first time alone in a long time. I just hoped she would understand why I was doing this and not think I was trying to avoid her or anything of that nature.

*Scene Fades to Black*

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Chronicle#1 Part B: Desperation Move
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*A Few Hour Later, Rough Neighborhood*

It had come as no surprise to me that Mitsuki had taken it hard and she had been quite upset by me taking a case when I had promised to hang out with her, but I explained the situation to her. After about fifteen minutes of yelling and more yelling, she finally agreed to let me go, but swore that I better make it up to her, and of course I swore that I would, and then I was on my way. Now sitting in a car in one of the worst neighborhoods in the whole town, I could see where all the ruffians, and assholes hung out in this nice little town. I was already beginning to get a bad feeling about this case when I noticed kids defacing a wall in broad day light with spray paint. It seemed like no one really cared here, it was the opposite of what I had originally seen when I had arrived, and the contrast was a smack in the face to me.

I had sent Troy, incognito of course, to go see if he could gather information, so far I hadn't heard anything from him, and my anxiety was beginning to kick in. Maybe he was hurt or was being hurt right now and I didn't know, this sort of thing was just not good for a man who had a million things already on his mind. Just as I was about to exit the car to begin searching for Troy, he appeared around the corner, dressed in common street clothes, and looking a bit different than he normally did. He quickly got in the car and took a seat directly next to me, he looked rather delighted to finally be back in the safe automobile, and not on the fucked up streets outside.

Troy: Alright, Mercutio is in room 14b in that hotel over there...apparently he has been getting quite a few complaints against himself by other occupants. Noise mostly, but one day he was found having sex with a prostitute in the hallway of the hotel. Also I checked some local bars, I learned that he has been running a rather large tab which is making me think that he is going to meet someone here.

Pence: I wouldn't doubt it, this neighborhood is the perfect place to meet someone without drawing attention to yourself and of course it has to be someone with money...with these cartel thugs you usually have one reason for staying in a location for a prolonged period of time. Money, sometimes drugs, nothing is ever casual with these fucks.

Troy: Good thing this is only a baby sit, case, right?

I looked over at him and then shook my head as I began to go over the possibilities of what could go wrong with this case. There were so many things now that bothered me about this case that I had half a mind to cut my losses and leave this case alone. The fact was, though this was a simple case, it had the opportunity to become extremely complex. This was a populated area, a gun fight could break out, and people would be drawn into it. Even worse was the fact that it was very hard to discern between friendlies and possible threats. This neighborhood was a bad place for Troy and I, but even with all the potential things that could go wrong, I decided to stay. No reason to stop helping the good people of this town remove one more thug from among them and bring this neighborhood one step closer to being clean.

Troy: You seem tense...is it because the Feds hired us to do this case?

Pence: Yeah, that is exactly it. Federal cases usually don't rely on outside help for this, especially with dangerous types, but we were hired, and I have to keep asking myself why? Or better yet how they knew of our existence. It sends red flags, plus my experiences with the FBI have not been too good.

Troy: Sounds like the makings of a great story, mind explaining?

Pence: I don't want to bore you with my past exploits, they really don't matter. All that matters is that we get this case done and we go back to enjoying our break from work.

Troy: I think it is important to know more about your employer...so if you don't mind, I would like to hear about what happened between you and the Feds?

I relented for a second and decided to tell him about everything that had been covered up.

Pence: The USA was attacked by a group of crazed terrorists called the Los Numeros...I saved FBI headquarters in Washington and they decided to pretend like I didn't even exist and covered everything up. In a way I understand that it was necessary, but I risked my life, and got zero to no compensation for it. It was all swept under the rug and furthermore...those crazed bastards killed my girlfriend, the woman I loved, and once again the government turned a blind eye to the plight of one man who had helped saved them from chaos.

I looked over at Troy, who looked rather skeptical of the whole thing, and then shook my head.

Pence: I know it sounds crazy, but it really happened. I still haven't done anything for the government since and now here we are in a car discussing things I would rather not discuss for an organization, the FBI, that I don't like. Any other questions?

Troy shook his head and I grinned.

Pence: Good, now lets get back to observing the location, alright?

It remained relatively quiet for the most part for about all of two hours, but after that Troy quickly tapped me on the shoulder alerting me to something that was going on.

Troy: You see that car, over there?

I noticed a black lincoln town car driving around the block and then nodded my head in response.

Troy: It has drove past this same location at least five times...I have a feeling that something is about to go down.

Pence: Alright. Lets not make a move until we are one hundred percent sure something is going down.

It of course wouldn't take long for me to see something was going to happen, as after about the tenth time the car popped up in my vision it would pull over, and three men would exit. One man dressed in a fancy suit took the lead over two other men who were dressed very commonly and seemed to have no idea how to truly hid a concealed weapon. I shoved Troy, who had been taking a light snooze since he hadn't been able to sleep much the night before, and then pointed at the men walking into the hotel where Mercutio was at.

Pence: They have concealed weapons...stay here and call the feds. Once they answer, tell them what is going on, and tell them to get here as fast as they can.

Troy: And what about you?

Pence: I'm gonna go in and make sure that Mr. Roberto doesn't get the hell out of dodge.

Troy nodded, pulling his cell from his pocket as I slipped out of the car, and out into the streets. I walked briskly, making sure to not draw too much attention to myself, but it didn't seem like anyone cared if I was there or not, which was a huge plus because I was in a rush. As I entered into the lobby, I could tell that the living conditions in this particular hotel seemed quite a bit better than the conditions of any of the other homes. It perked my interest as to why this place looked better than mostly everything else, but I pushed it aside. Right now, my job had rank over such small matters. Making my way passed a man who clearly was the owner of the establishment before he could ask me what I was doing, I quickly found myself on the stairwell, and heading up to Mr. Roberto's floor, which happened to be the fourth by the sign on the stairwell entrance door.

Making my way up the stairs slowly and deliberately, I made sure to keep my hand on my handgun, and being careful to not rouse suspicion to myself as I opened the door to the fourth floor and entered the hall. The hall had several paintings and seemed to be rather quiet, too quiet for my taste, but yet perfect enough to hear what was going on in this particular hall. As I neared the door to room 14b, I could clearly hear loud voices discussing something that was just out of ear shot, I got close enough to the door to pick up on what was going on, and listened silently as Mr. Roberto spoke up in a heavy Spanish dialect.

Mercutio: I don't know what you are talking about.

A second voice, another males voice with a hint of an accent that I couldn't put my finger on, began speaking shortly after.

Male Voice: Don't play dumb, Mr. Roberto. It doesn't suit a man in your position.

There was a pause and then the male voice continued on, speaking quietly, and almost sympathetic to Mercutio.

Male Voice: All I want is what I am owed. Do you know what it is like showing up to do business and to not have the goods to give to the customer? It is quite embarrassing for not only me, but for the supplier as well.

Mercutio: What do you mean by "the supplier as well"?

A chuckle from the male voice rung out as the male voice continued to speak.

Male Voice: Clearly there is a reason you are in Minnesota, Mr. Roberto. You are not only running from the FBI, but from the Cartel as well...so you came here to hide out till the heat was down and then you would fly to Europe correct?

Mercutio: How do you...

Male Voice: That is what I'm payed to do, Mr. Roberto. To know. I also know all about the drugs you stole...the families you have killed...and even your wife Arisha.

Mercutio: Leave her out of this...

The male voice tisked, I was beginning to feel like my time to make my move was about to come, but it would have to be quick and effective or someone would die.

Male Voice: I intend to leave her alone, Mr. Roberto. I would never want to harm some one who was innocent and I also have no incentive to do such a thing, but...I am inclined to killing you for shorting my boss.

Mercutio: Please, don't do that! I have three daughters...

Male Voice: Olga, Carmen, and Elena...yes, I know their names. Carmen is in college studying to be a computer analyst and your other two daughters are in high school here in America, correct?

Another pause and then the voice continued.

Male Voice: If you want to keep them safe and yourself safe, you will tell me where to find the product you promised, and then afterwards...I will leave with the product and take it back to my boss and we will all be straight? Sound good, Mr. Roberto.

Another pause and then Mercutio began to reply.

Mercutio: It is in the briefcase over on my bed.

Male Voice: Thank you for being compliant...it will look good on my report. Now, if you don't mind...we will take our leave. Gentlemen?

The door knob began to turn, but then I heard a wincing noise, and the door knob stopped turning.

Male Voice: One more thing...

Two silent 'pfts' were all I heard, the sound of a silenced gun, and then a slight tisk.

Male Voice: I'm a good liar.

Just as the door knob turned to the point where the door was able to be opened, I shoved my full 235 pound mass against the door, slamming it into one of the thugs, sending him tumbling back, hitting his head on the table, and knocking him out cold. I observed the room, seeing that Mercutio was dead instantly, two shots put right in the center of his skull, and then I turned as I heard an audible click, the sound of a gun's safety being released. I slammed my open palm into the other's thug's face, hitting him square in the nose, and breaking it causing disorientation. I then moved quickly, disarming him, and shoving him to the floor, taking his gun, and pointing both of my weapons straight at the man in the suit. The man looked at me surprised and then shrugged, dropping his silenced handgun to the floor, and accepting his fate.

Male Voice: You caught us...nice show. I surrender, no need for me to get beaten up over such a silly thing as murder.

Pence: Who the hell are you...and how did you know he was here? Or better yet, all that information?

Male Voice: I plead the fifth...sorry. No need to go blabbing at the mouth like a pubescent girl with her first crush.

Troy showed up right as he said that and pointed his gun at him as well, I then disposed of the thugs gun, throwing it into the trash can near the door, and holstering my own gun as I pulled out a pair of cuffs that I had bought a few weeks back to help me in my cases. I cuffed the man and then sat him down in a chair. For a few hours me and Troy tried to get the man to talk about what he had done, but he kept pleading the fifth or just choosing to ignore the questions in the first place. The man's lips were sealed and I knew that there would be no way that Troy or I could get information out of him unless if we decided to go to more darker routes. Sure, the thought of torture hadn't slipped my mind this whole time, but it was an extreme that I was trying to avoid. Besides, this was the feds business now, not our own, and with that I decided to keep torture off the table. A little while later, the feds showed up in all of their glory. They examined the room that we treated as a crime scene, they brought the local police in to do a quick sweep, and to take the body away, and before even an hour had passed the whole room looked like it had before save a few bloody spots that might not ever come out from the carpeting.

We tried to gather information from the feds, but they decided to blue ball us giving us the all too familiar "need to know" bullshit that they always spouted in situations like this. I felt like they were blowing us off for not being successful in keeping their prisoner alive, but in the long run we had provided them with an even more interesting inmate. The man and his two thugs, the thugs we learned rather quickly were hired locals that the man had hired to help with the job if necessary. I thought that odd of course, why hire someone if you could do the job yourself efficiently, it was like he had wanted the job to be sloppy. Maybe that was the case, maybe he wanted to cover it up as a simple mindless killing by local "bad asses" that could be linked back to these two thugs. It was ingenious, but seemed off to me.

Troy: Come on, at least tell us something!

Agent: Can you just let us do our job, you guys already did your job, and in my book that means you have no reason to be here at all.

Looking over at Troy I could tell he was not happy about being blue balled out of this situation, in fact he looked positively livid, and I reached over putting my hand on his shoulder and shaking my head as he turned to face me. He let out a disappointed sigh and then shrugged his shoulders, leaving me and the agent in charge, Agent Stevenson in the room.

Pence: About the money you owe us...

Agent Stevenson: Money? You want money for botching an easy job? Alright...

Reaching in his wallet, he would put a one dollar bill in my outstretched hand, and grinned wickedly.

Agent Stevenson: There you go, dick.

Pence: Listen...you owe us our money and I will not be fucked around with after what I have just gone through. We captured and apprehended three murderers and you want to stiff us?

Agent Stevenson: We didn't need murderers...we needed Mr. Roberto and his contacts. You just don't get it! He was our ticket to stopping drug trafficking across the southern border and now we have nothing because he is dead!

Pence: But you have his killer and I'm sure if you find out who his boss is...

Agent Stevenson: Not gonna happen. That man is a professional hitter. He will not speak a word about his client and more than likely will take all of his secrets to the grave! We are back at square one because of all this and I assure you that this will not make my superiors too happy back in Washington...of course you are right though...we do owe you a great sum of money, however I can't pay you the whole five grand since the objective was botched. Three grand sounds reasonable, I assure you the money will be in your account by noon tomorrow.

I nodded my head, though disappointed that I would not be able to get the full amount of money I had been promised, I was sure that three grand would be better than nothing at all. Though I felt the case was incomplete in my eyes, I walked out of the room, and downstairs toward my car. As I walked passed the car that belonged to the feds, I could see the man who we had apprehended grinning at me, and as I glared at him he waved at me. Something told me that this case was no where near closed and that I would be receiving a call very soon to continue my work on it, but for now it was time to move on. I had things to do and on the top of my list was to take Mitsuki somewhere nice and then afterward when Sunday came around I would go to Shockwave to crush Tyler Graves and re-establish equilibrium in APW. Needless to say I had a full plate for the next few days.

I sat down in the passenger's seat of the car, buckled up, and leaned back in the seat. Then without looking at Troy, I muttered.

Pence: Take us to the hotel...

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Chronicles #1 Part C: Mitsuki and I
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*The Following Day, Some Place Fancy*

It was exquisite, everything was done to perfection, and the atmosphere was just right for our date. Everything went as I had planned through out the night, we had first started on a tour of the city in the early afternoon, seeing the sights, and basically painting the town red. We stopped for ice-cream and a small break from all the walking and touring in a park that was rather large. After that we had gone back to the hotel to get ready for the big date at a fancy restaurant in town that's name I could not pronounce. It was needless to say going to be an expensive event, but she was worth it, and dressed in one of her best dresses I could tell that she thought I was worth the effort too. We spent most of our time discussing things, such as how I had been, or how her life was treating her. Finally, both of us laughing after I had told a story about where I had fell on my ass during a case back in Tennessee, we began to talk about APW, and what I was going to do at Shockwave.

She asked the questions of course, but the questions were not just "what are you going to do", they were complex and they had a lot of curiosity drenched on them, so I answered them calmly and with the best answer that I could come up with.

Pence: It is true that Graves is going to be a challenge, but the guy is mental, and completely off his rocker.

Mitsuki raised a brow and then followed up with another question.

Mitsuki: What do you mean by "off his rocker"?

Pence: The guy forfeited a match because fans were cheering for him...it seems to me he has a problem up in his head that he just can't shake, and from what I've seen so far I think he just doesn't like the fans at all even though the fans pay for him to travel around the world and the fans pay for his fancy intro and the fans pay for his entire life. I mean he is nothing like me, he doesn't have anything except wrestling, and I just find it odd that he is so...wishy washy, you know?

Mitsuki: A lot of people hate the fans...

Pence: Yeah, but they don't go out and say they are gonna save wrestlers from the fans and try to throw some half-assed philosophy about how they are in the right into it to back up their claim. I mean sure, in some aspects he is right. Some times the fans push you too hard, but never in my life have I heard that leading toward some kind of derailment of one's career. If anything the reason we get better is because of the pushing, so as you can see I just don't understand it.

Mitsuki: Maybe it is not supposed to be understood...maybe he is just like Level One and wants to hear himself speak over and over again. Plus, you shouldn't be concerned too much about it...you have got this match.

Pence: I know that, but still...

Mitsuki: But nothing, Pence...you are the best athlete in the world. You are the best entertainer in the world and when you pick up a microphone millions of fans turn their television up to hear what the voice of the people has to say. You are an innovator...dating back to Christmas Chaos two years ago where Biggs said you were a one trick pony, you have managed to constantly improvise your way to victory. And most of all...you are a hero. This man, this Tyler Graves is trying to be the hero of the wrestlers in the back who hate the fans, but you represent more than just the APW...you represent its' fan base more than any other athlete and that is why you will succeed at Shockwave because I know hell or high water you are going to be your all to the match, hun.

The waiters brought the food to the table, I had ordered some type of pasta, and looking at the delicous meal in front of me I could easily tell I had made the right decision on my meal. Mitsuki had ordered chicken, specially cooked, and was enjoying herself cutting little pieces off her chicken and devouring them greedily. After about twenty minutes of gorging ourselves, we payed our bill, tipped our waiter, and made our way outside where I had one last surprise for Mitsuki.

Mitsuki: Well...hail a taxi!

Pence: Nah, I have one more surprise for you.

Mitsuki: Oh, really?

I pointed down the street where a horse drawn carriage appeared around the corner, Mitsuki's eyes brightened up, and she grinned in excitement. She had told me a while ago how she had used to like horses, but when she had moved to the states she had no time for such things and focused mainly on her studies. She clammored into the carriage upon arrival, I thanked the driver for doing me this favor, and he nodded his head. The man normally didn't work during the Fall or the Summer, but I had asked him politely, he had agreed because of who I was. Once again the perks of being a famous athlete shined through as I sat down next to her and Mitsuki gave me a big hug.

Mitsuki: Thanks for this Pence...I can't believe you remembered about the horses!

Pence: I try my best...so how about it Joe! Lets go through the park and then to the hotel, alright?

Joe: You got it, Mr. Weatherlight.

As we pulled out from the restaraunt, Mitsuki leaned over, and held my arm in delight, and I felt very good. Not only about her and where this was going, but about what was coming my way Sunday. I felt prepared, I felt strong, and I felt ready to crush those that stood in my path...my first stop would be Shockwave and at Shockwave I had to succeed no matter what. I couldn't let the masses down and more than anything I couldn't let the ideals that I represented down, because if I lost what good would I be at saving the show I loved from the virus that had infected it so long ago. All in all, as I leaned over, and relaxed a little bit, I knew what I had to do, and I knew how I had to do it...I would win and that was all that matters. This Sunday, Tyler Graves was going to be a dead man.

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Chronicles #1 Part D: You Laugh in The Face of Death?
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Pence: I'm committed to the fan base. I know I've this hundreds of times, but it remains true to this day and because of this I have became better. The fans pushed me not only to new levels, but to heights that I never thought I could reach. It is because of the fan's will and the fan's needs that I rose up and fought for them. You see, they saw something in me, and they believed in me and thus I owed it to them out of respect to represent the voiceless masses that have watched the slow, but steady descent into madness that the APW has been on. They have seen what is going on, they have heard the scandalous and self gratifying speeches of arrogant belligerence, and they have felt the rifts left by their heroes deserting them.

It is why I'm here now. To not only save the fans from people like you Graves, but to also save Overdrive from the turmoil it is in. Don't act like you haven't seen it Graves. The darkness that overshadows this company is so filled with despair that it would destroy even the greatest of heroes, but I'm not your typical hero. I've lived my life rather differently than C.J. Gates or any other run of the mill hero, I've had to suffer, to bleed, and work for everything that I have been given. I have had to kill, to survive, and to protect myself all in order to get to this day and now that I am here standing on the precipice of the strongest darkness that I have ever seen in APW history, all I can do is smile...because I am the only one in the world who can fight my way through this without being corrupted by its' wicked energies. I'm not normal Graves, but then again who is normal anyway, and because of that I have been mocked for not being a real hero by my peers. I have been mocked because I do what is necessary to get the win for the people, to take the calculated risks to save them from experiencing anymore pain and disappointment in their future. Yet, here I still stand...even with all the mockery and my peers shunning me, I'm still here, a two time World heavyweight champion, a two time Overdrive champion, and winner of other prestigious belts from other companies across the world.

You see, Graves it doesn't matter what one says on his facebook page, his myspace page, his twitter, on his MSN, or even something via text because in the long run, Graves...I'm still going to be Pence Weatherlight and I'm still going to win at Shockwave this week in front of the millions of my fans world wide. But you don't care about the fans do you? You could give less than two shits about whether they are there or not, am I right? Well let me ask you this, Graves. How do you intend to get payed if there are no fans? You see by taking the fans out of the process of wrestling, you destroy the money making machine, and decimate the advertisement division of the show. But that doesn't matter right? I mean damn them for wanting their favorite wrestler to be all he can be! Seriously man, who the fuck are you to judge APW's fans or rather the fan's of the world? To my knowledge your biggest exploit so far was losing to me in the True Experts Tag Championship and then throwing a hissy fit last Overdrive because you were being cheered for kicking a douche bag around a ring like a hacky sack. To say the least, your acquirement has me a little confused as to what the goal was? I mean did Jeff have a little cash in his pocket that he was just ready to throw down into the mud and decided instead to throw it another athlete who couldn't even cut it in the True Experts Tournament? I mean, is that what it is?

Are you depressed about all of this shit that keeps happening to you? I mean you keep trying to win this whole thing and you get so close and then you fall so hard on your face that you can't get back up for a month and a half. Its sad really, watching you waste your talent, and your lingual skills on such bull shit. Stop denying who you are and go before the fans and ask for forgiveness...I'm sure they will forgive you and accept you with open arms again. Do this before it is too late or decide to fall, it is your decision, and I am not going to decide for you. However, you must know by now no matter how pathetic you seem...I'm still not going to take it easy on you. You see, I know a man with no background in an APW profile has a lot of secrets...stuff that he can easily keep hidden from a guy with even the best of investigative talents such as myself. To be quite honest, I was surprised you were accepted when the only bit of history that is visible is when you started your career as a professional wrestler, but I guess things have changed a great deal in this company since my departure.

So far the only things that I know about you are inferred things...meanwhile I'm a generous man. I don't care if you know what i have accomplished or how I've accomplished it, I will tell you anything you need to know, and not even flinch as you shove it in my face because that is who I am. I mean, what I have inferred from you is that you are a bitch. Plain and simple. You lack the skills to be a real top tier athlete because you lack the understanding of what it takes to get the job done because your mind is an un-sharpened knife that continues to get duller and duller with each use of the blade. Yet, you have the moniker of being a technician, a hard thing to do when you are in a match with a high octane wrestler like myself, but we will see how that works out for you. Meanwhile, I can also infer that you are a pretty decent striker combined with your technical wrestling prowess it makes you a damn good athlete that could rise above the low card trash and join the mid-card, but the thing holding you back is your attitude.

It seems to me that you feel like you are unstoppable, that you can win a match just like...

I snap my fingers and then continue.

Pence: That. But I don't see it...you haven't done anything that I have seen that proves that and without any form of profile to go on, I have no information to prove you are actually worth the time I'm spending talking to you. I mean this match is going to be big without you...for fuck's sake it is me we are talking about. The voice of the people, Mr. Main Event himself, Pence Weatherlight in his first match since his return. Tickets will sell just on my name value, because people know me, but you see the people don't know you. Yet, you had them in the palm of your hand, you had them by your side, and then in one second without warning you let them down, and why? Because of some philosophical idea that popped into your fucking skull at the last second? When you did that, you not only cold clocked the fan base, but me as well.

It was like you had decided to take it to me, the man who represents the masses, and the people all at the same time. A mistake, I promise you that you will regret when you step into the ring with me. You see back about a year ago when my team crushed your team, I wasn't even close to being pissed, but now...I'm infuriated. I'm angry, Graves, and it is all because you decided to lash out at the fans of this fine organization. And then to further infuriate me you said I was a dead man and that I was going to need some form of emergency dentist work the following morning. Well let me make this real clear right now, that sort of shit. You know the type of shit where you brag your ass off and get easy wins over scrubs from other companies...doesn't work on top tier athletes in companies that you have no fucking clue about.

Ask Biggs how I am when I'm angry. No, better yet ask Level One if he ever wants to fight me again with something on the line. Go ahead, ask them, no better yet, I will tell you exactly what they are going to say. Biggs is going to tell you to kiss your ass good bye and Level One is going to tell you to fuck off because that shit isn't going to happen and the reason for that is there is no myth to my ability. Every rumor of my strengths being top of the line and my never say die attitude are correct. When I am doing my job...I'm have no remorse and I become an unstoppable natural disaster that rips my opponent apart like a can opener on a can of tuna. You see, this shit...this Philosophical/arrogant display that you have put on is nothing more than a gust of wind compared to the storm that you have unleashed upon yourself.

When Sunday comes...things are going to happen, things that you can't stop...I'm going to destroy you and I'm going to do it while people chant my name and rally behind me like a vast army of roman legionaries clashing with the Gauls in the ancient era. And no amount of bravado, philosophical bullshit, or talent is going to stop you from being obliterated because I am Pence Weatherlight and I am the best at what I do because I was chosen. I was chosen to be the people's hero and I intend to invoke the full power of the people on Sunday...so get some rest, tweet some more, write up an article about how frustrating it is to have people actually care about you, and then come on down to the ring Sunday so that we can get this ass kicking over with because quite honestly I have three weeks of pent up rage at not being on a card to test my abilities and show the people that I am ready to represent them again to blow off. So good night for now ladies and gentlemen and I hope to see you this Sunday for the funeral of a man named Graves, a man we barely knew, and a man that got way too over his fucking head.

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