Somewhere in Toronto Canada is the family home of Helen Mustafa, Illy’s sister. The house is painted gold as opposed to white like the other houses on the street making it stand out with a bright glow. Illy Mustafa stands across the street hiding behind a tree with a black hood draped over his head. His blood shot eyes pierce across the road through the golden walls as the sound of Helen’s voice bellows throughout the estate.
“If you don’t stop playing up I’m calling your father!” she threatens as Illy watches the shadows moving through the kitchen window. The heart warming noise of family makes Illy grit his teeth and scowl bitterly to himself. Illy’s niece and nephews laugh happily causing him to stiffen his lips and take a big gulp of saliva.
“Family. Family are the people that are supposed to love you the most and when the tough get rough they are the ones there to pick up the pieces and stitch you back together but not this time Kenny. A lot of things have changed in the four months since I was last here. It was Easter and I was relaxing before my world championship match with Trent Malik. I remember we played and laughed, but now all I hear are cries down the phone.” Before further explaining why he is here he wipes his dry eyes and clears his throat.
“There has been nobody more supportive of me than my sister. She would call me before and after every match to make sure I was okay. And when I had time off I always made it a point to visit and spend time with her and the kids. The problem here Kenny is that on top of everything else you have taken away my family. She no longer wants me around the children. She says that I’m not thinking straight. She says I have an obsession with you. She says that I’m too dangerous to be around them. I’ve told her that you are the guy that tried to plant my head through the steel ramp to end my career, that you are the man that ruined my chances of being a movie star, and the man that has stolen all of my fans. She just doesn’t listen. She doesn’t understand. But she will understand. I’m going to make her. Everybody will understand. They just need to tune in this Sunday.” Illy turns his back to the house and falls to the ground, sitting in the soft dirt below him with his back supporting him against the tree.
“They will see when my legs are wrapped around your throat choking you to death. My elbows shattering your skull with each hit until it completely caves in. Your eyes widening as you come to the realization that this is the end of you. They will see that this isn’t just an obsession, some kind of jealousy over a man currently more successful than I am. No. They will see that this is about war.”
“You forced me into coming to terms with the fact that I may never wrestle again. I didn’t want to do that, I knew for sure that I could juggle Hollywood and HPW at the same time but you refused to let me do that. You forced me to come to terms with and accept that I was retired because I physically cannot do it anymore. And as soon as I came to terms with that the walls crumbled all around me and I lost everything. This Sunday I am going to make YOU come to terms with your own mortality. You will get flashes of your life when you were a child, you will see the images of your first wrestling match, and then you will see nothing but darkness. My goal this Sunday isn’t just to regain what I lost Kenny. It sure would be nice to get these people back on my side and to get that gold back around my waist but this match is much bigger than that. You are going to feel all the pain and fear that I felt on that single night, the 24th of May, where you decided to end it all for me.” Illy picks up a green leaf off of the soil and rips it into smaller pieces whilst looking like he is in some kind of trance.
“War can only end when one side falls and when that happens history can be remembered any which way the winner decides. I’m going to force you to retire Kenny, like you did to me. And when that happens you will be a faded memory. When people tell this story they will tell it as the good guy slaying the dragon that previously wounded him. I am going to erase everything you have accomplished. You will have no job. No fans. No legacy. And most of all it will drive you so insane that your own family will wash their hands of you. You will have nothing. There is no going back Kenny. I have nothing to lose. You have turned me into an animal so savage that it isn’t safe for other people to be around me. The hunt is on Kenny and there is nothing you can do to stop it.”
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