How did we get here?

I bet you that’s the question that you’re asking yourself at this very moment.

The ultimate question, so to speak.

How did we get to the point where I, Freddie Styles, would align with the darkest of movements, the SSRI; now known as the Amoralists?

Why would I fall behind such a bloodthirsty demon and gladly do all that they command?

Because as your good “friend” once told you, Jaiden, perception is not always reality.


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Freddie Styles stands outside the Pepsi Colosseum, back leaning against his silver Rolls Royce as he texts away on the cell phone in his hand paying no mind to the people walking in and out of the arena’s talent parking lot around him.

A young fan no older than ten years old comes running up to him, wearing one of the new Freddie Styles “Mr. Ballgame” t-shirts only on shopcwf.com. He’s literally jumping up and down at the chance of seeing his hero in person, and when Freddie finally takes his eyes off the phone and sees the boy, he has to smile back at him.

Freddie Styles: “Oh hello little buddy, what’s your name?”

Fan: “My name is Jaiden, and I’m your biggest fan! Could you sign this for me?”

The young boy pulls a Frozen Over VIII magazine from seemingly of nowhere, glee written all over his face as he presents it to Styles.

Freddie “Jaiden, huh? That’s an…interesting name. But sure kid, give it here.”

Freddie takes the magazine from the kid with a smile, a sharpie following it that he scribbles his name neatly with on the cover. Freddie also gives the boy a special inspiration message.

Freddie: “Not sure about the name your parents gave you kid, but you have a bright future ahead of you. Keep your head up, stay off the drugs, and always follow your dreams. Freddie Styles.”

A confused look comes over the boy’s face as he reads the message back out loud, but she simply shrugs and thanks Styles anyway before running off back to his parents. Freddie looks back at his phone, humming an unknown quiet tune. Finally he stops the humming, fingering in a couple numbers into his phone and putting it up to his ear. A ringing noise can be heard before a male voice speaks out “Hello?”

Freddie: “Yeah, it’s me. Listen dawg, I know things have been falling apart around here lately, but I’m about to make it right tonight. Silas? Kyuseishu? Neither of them punks stand a chance in hell against Mr. Ballgame. I’m making that Unhinged cage mine, and at the end a’ tha night? I’m walking out the new CWF World Champion.”

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You see Jaiden, these walls only came crumbling down because the bricks you built them with were broken to begin with. Do you know what happens when you place a piece of rotting fruit amidst a set of blossoming fresh ones? The sickness infects the others from the inside out; like a contagious disease each piece of that fruit will begin to rot along with the bad apple placed within.

You, Jaiden Rishel, were always that bad apple.

You may consider yourself a savior in this new timeline, trying to make the masses believe this facade that you’ve put up for yourself. But we all know the truth. You turned your backs on each and every one of us. And for what? Your own selfish needs. Your own selfish problems. Your own selfish whims. Jaiden, did you ever think about the legacy that your father handed to you? You, the fucking golden child, everything that you could have done with this place?

We had it all, Jaiden. We had it all and you squandered it. You left this place a shell of itself and in the end all that was left was myself as the World Champion with a fading roster without guidance.

You caused all of this, and now I will help AnHellica destroy any hope you have at rebuilding that dream once again.