From the apartment where I lay my head at night.

[Luther]

GHW has become my place of employment for which I am thankful. The X-Force has been a big help to propell my career.
If it wasn't for Sergei and his payed hookers, I could have been an X-Force champion, but no, that didn't happen.
It seems as if I need some kind of support to get anywhere. Mike Duncan is the only reason I was ever Gold Tag Champion. And that's a good thing, I guess.

I take another sip from my bottle of water, twisting the cap back onto it. Sometimes, I guess things happen for a reason. Maybe the people looking down on me are telling me to bide my time.
I feel I've done enough waiting around and keeping to myself. It's about time I actually took a stand. I know management, especially Xant, don't ignore me and frown when they see me perform, because nine times out of ten I am the one who gets the job done.
But I know what I can do. I know I'm capable of having that Colonel X-Force Title around my waist.
I skull the water, for some reason I am really parched. I need to stop thinking about Sergei and that Hooters has-been and start focusing on Mystery Madness.
This. This, is my chance to prove myself. This will be my moment. Colonel Division better be on notice. Xantaxm, I'm ready to make you proud.

I finish the end of my pasta then wash my plate. Damn this place is a mess. With the amount of money I make, you'd think I could hire a maid or something.
Okay, if that bimbo calls, I'll ask if she'd clean the house. That sounds like a spectacular idea. She can wash me while she's at it, heh heh.

[Luther]

Mystery Madness, what exactly is that?
Mystery: Noun, anything that is kept secret or remains unexplained or unknown.
Madness: Noun, frenzy; rage.

Staring at the screen, watching Prince Martini up to his tom foolery, I ask myself "Wasn't there a member of GWAR called Sleazy P. Martini?"
That's not relevant now. I must find my HawkEye tape. It's here somewhere. I wish I had DVD's. If only I knew how to get Tivo to work. Stupid thing.
Ah, here it is, under all this mess. GHW employee newsletter, they haven't published this in months! Shows how long this tape has been sitting here.
Into the VCR it goes. F*ck I need to update this crap. Every time anything crucial that I should study comes up, it skips. Gah!
Where are my cigarettes? Oh sh*t. My locker. Oh well. They're not a necessity. Vodka...
This is not my day.
I must call Xant, find out the plan for this Mystery Madness final. He knows I'm loyal. Hell, he's the only person around here who's given me a shot.
As of late, I have earnt it though.
Beer in the fridge, 3 bottles. It will have to do.
Here's to me, becoming the Colonel Champion at Total Carnage.

[Luther]

Two more wins to my name and I'm feeling quite good about myself.
Mike need not worry about my solo career duties. We are doing well Tag wise as well.
I am pumped now, really pumped. Things have never looked so good. A good bottle of Stolly couldn't make me feel any better than this.
Two title matches. I'm going to be a busy man. Hell, if I go two for two, I'm going to ask Xant for a contract renewal.
Too bad my VCR blew up, I have some studying to do. I need to know I can take HawkEye and still have energy for the tag match.
I know Mike could take the match on his own. But he took me under his wing years ago, and I owe him.
My pocket is vibrating. I flip it open... my agent.

"Hey Chad."
"Man, you won't believe this. My friends at the studio saw your matches. They want to do a magazine spread of you, oh and an interview to go with it."
"Did you tell them I don't do interviews."
"...fuck Luth, come on. Money, girls, alcohol."
"Chad, I've told you before.. no interviews."
"Luther, you're breaking my balls."
"Aren't you a homosexual?"
"...What? No! Luth, man, please, just this once. With the money they're offering you could get that Lambo you were talking about."
I ponder this for a millisecond. "You know what? Fuck it. I'll do the interview. I want five brunette ladies and a bottle of Sambuca when I get there."
Chad bightens up.
"Did I mention they want topless shots?"
"...See, you just want to get my shirt off."
"Fuck off Luther, you're being ignorant."
Jeez he pisses me off sometimes.
"You want this interview or not?"
"Okay.. you win. I'll see you in two days."
"Great, catch bro."

Looks like I'm getting top-naked for a magazine, while five brunettes feed me Sambuca. This is the life.