The Story of PerZag: Reminiscence

“Thank-you for coming.”



The feminine voice echoed throughout the room as PerZag stepped through a doorway within a nice bright coloured house. He stepped into a lounge area as boxes were scattered all over the floor. Many of them filled with all sorts of things. Trophies, books, photos, clothes, and even more accessories. The woman known as Colleen, whom PerZag met only a week ago sat down on a white couch, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a black t-shirt. She put her feet up on top of a box that was in front of her as PerZag took a seat opposite her, on a brown wooden chair. PerZag stared at her, still wondering the exact reason behind Colleen needing to speak to him. Colleen stared off away from him, staring at a picture on the white coloured wall, displaying her with her three brothers.



“They were all I had left in this world,” Colleen said, still staring towards the picture. “Our parents were killed on the night of The Wave.”



She turned her head around, and stared directly towards PerZag.



“Some assholes broke into our home, looking for a quick screw, hoping that it would have been easy. That got to my mother, but my father was there. He fought them until they shot him in the chest. My mother grabbed a knife. Stabbed one of them, before they decided to shoot her. That was when my brothers and I got out. We got up there, from the basement, my brothers holding shotguns, and they shot the men. Directly in the chest. Killing them instantly. My mother bled out as my father was killed on impact.”



Colleen turned her head around and stared off towards the hallway they had come through. Maybe revealing that that was the place that they were killed.


“My brothers were all I had left, and now they are gone. Murdered.”



She turned her head back around, staring directly towards PerZag, whom was listening to every word she said.



“I need you to do something,” she stated, staring directly into PerZag’s eyes.



“What is it?” PerZag asked, leaning forward to listen.



“When you find them,” she said, talking in a clear voice. “I want you to kill them.”



PerZag leaned back instantly, and started shaking his head.



“I can’t do that. I can’t just kill someone upon requested. I am not a screwed up policeman. I am not somebody who would do that sort of thing. What they did was wrong, but I cannot kill them. I cannot just walk up to them, and shoot them in the head. The legal system will deal with them.”



Colleen leaned forward, obviously angry by PerZag’s comment.



“But, they killed your family. You told me on the roof, that they killed your family, and you are not going to take justice on that. You are not going to kill the person that did it.”



PerZag stood up, and walked over towards the door, leading out into the hallway.



“I am sorry, Colleen. But, it has been a long time since that happened. As much as I want to see that person dead, I cannot do it. Not unless it was self defence.”



PerZag walked out of the room as Colleen watched him go. She was obviously irritated with what PerZag said. Not wanting to kill the person that killed your family, is something she couldn’t understand. How could she? All she wanted to do was see that person hang.



PerZag opened the door, and shut it behind him, walking out into the bright sunlight. The warmth of the sun touching the skin of his face, warming him up. He knew that people thought that he was weird, different. He had never actually thought about tracking the person down that killed his family. It was just the way he was taught. Violence is never the answer. It only creates more problems.



That was the motto his father used to tell him when he was younger. Violence was never the answer. Not to anything. But, it certainly helped to release stress. And that was what the life of PerZag was like. Very stressful. Everything that happened in his past, he would never be able to forget. And now, well, it had caught up on him. All of it.



So, violence helped him release his stress. UCI helped him release his stress. To keep him going. To keep him fighting. To keep him living. Life struck a cruel curveball towards him, and now he just has to hit that curveball the best he can. Maybe he will come out of it well, maybe not. Only time will tell.







He never actually knew. Even he had to admit that he wanted to see the murderer dead, but at the same time he knew it wasn’t right. Murder was never the right answer. He always wondered whether that was because of his police training or what his mother told him as a child. Maybe it was a combination of them both.



He was still deep in this thought when Amanda Garcia managed to sneak up behind him as he was completely unaware, and tapped him on the shoulder. PerZag jumped in his seat, not expecting anyone to sneak up on him like that, and he turned around to see Garcia smiling.



“What is the problem?” Garcia asked, with a smile on her face, obviously amused with her previous scare tactic.



PerZag looked away from her, staring into nothingness.



“I don’t know. Still thinking about what Colleen said. And still wondering why I never…….”



PerZag stopped. He didn’t truly know whether he should bring it up. Maybe it was something that he had to figure out himself. Maybe he had already figured it out, but that didn’t stop Amanda from checking in on him as she sat down in a chair, next to him.



“Tell me this,” Amanda said. “What happened all those years ago?”



PerZag hunched over in his chair, staring towards the ground as he saw a fly looking for crumbs along the floor. He followed the fly as he spoke.



“I got a call from my friend. My partner in the police department. His name was Don. Donald Francis. We called him Don. He wanted to hang out. Have a few beers and watch an Australian Rules Football game. I accepted. Went over to his house a couple hours later, and knocked on his door. There was no answer. I knocked again. Nothing. Then I turned the door handle, and the door opened. And I found…….”



PerZag paused as he watched the fly, fly away.



“He was murdered. Just like the others at the shed. The exact same way. Eyes opened, staring straight towards me. There was only one thing different. There was a piece of paper pinned into his head with writing on it. I didn’t do anything else, except look at the piece of paper. I was frozen, stunned, just completely taken aback by what was going on. I walked towards the paper, like I was being lured towards it, and I read it.”



PerZag paused yet again as the fly returned still looking for crumbs on the floor.



“The message was to me. It said my name, everything about me, and it said the one thing I would always remember. ‘Go Home’. The words were written in massive block letters, and a ran straight out the door, and ran home. When I got there, it was the exact same thing.”



PerZag paused again as the fly was stood on by someone walking past. The fly twitched repeatedly as it was crumpled up on the floor, it’s wings twitching, obviously symbolising his heart breaking with what he saw when he entered his home. Well, maybe not so obvious is symbolising that. Maybe it is obvious now since it has been stated.



“My whole family. Everyone that I had cared for, that were alive at that point in time, were dead. The exact same way as Don was. They were all gone. Murdered. And I was shattered, I had no idea what was going on. No idea what to do. I can remember that night as clearly as I can remember my real name. It is all too clear to me, and I hate it.”



PerZag sat up straight and stared towards Amanda Garcia, who was listening to every word that he said. Amanda had no idea what to say. She had no idea what PerZag was going through. There was only one thing she could say. That she could offer.



“Did you want to come out with me tonight? The Richard’s, Theon and I are going out to have a few drinks at a pub. Do you want to come with? Maybe it will take your mind off of everything.”



PerZag stared at her briefly, before looking off. He thought about everything, and he knew he needed to do something to stop thinking about it all. He smiled before looking back at her.



“Yeah, that’d be great.”



The scene cut out.







“You know what, I can just see it now. I could see Ryo Ishikawa talking about how he defeated Celeste Mallory on debut and I could see Mandie Wheeler going on and on about her Television Championship reign. Man, I could see it now.



They will talk about all this random crap, and then follow it up by saying something like ‘PerZag’s Worthless Era has begun’. Or ‘PerZag’s Worthy Era will never start’. Some bullshit like that. They would probably bring up something about me defeating the King and Queen of Jobberville, and how they are nobodies, and how defeating Thor Balfore was no big surprise since he barely even showed up.



And then they will mention me losing to the cunt of all cunts, last week. Well, good on you guys. Mentioning everything that a 12 year old can see. I mean, who cares really. Who truly cares about our past matches? I mean, it really means nothing. Who cares that I defeated the King and Queen of Jobberville? Who cares that I defeated the God of the Lower Cards? Who cares that I lossed to the cunt of all cunts last week?



Nobody really, truly, gives a shit. What happened in past matches, is what happened. I lossed to the cunt of all cunts, last week. So, what. I had one bad night. That doesn’t mean the Worthy Era has ended. Hell, when I first started in this industry, I lost my first match. Then I went on to win eight weeks in a row, winning two titles in the process, never officially losing one.



People were surprised with how quickly I went to the top. Hell, they thought I was going to be this guy who just got there, and would go straight away. No, I decided to push on with it, and by doing that, I went to the top. Fought in big matches, on big stages, and was part of the greatest stables in that promotion.



I was considered to be the top rising star there, and I was. I won the rewards for Rising Star of the year, but that doesn’t mean anything here. Nobody cares what anyone else did in the past. In their past feds, or even in their life. No, we may say things, but we truly don’t care.



That brings me to my two opponents at Rite of Passage. This event, Rite of Passage, is a true ceremony to all those that believe in UCI. Whomever they believe in, they will be believing as hard as they can, for that person to win. It is their ceremony. Now, whether they believe in Mandie Wheeler, Ryo Ishikawa or me, is truly up to them, but let me give them a little insight into why they should be believing in me.”



PerZag sits forwards in his chair, arms leaning on the table in front of him as he stares straight towards the camera.



“I am not known as The Worthiest of All, for no reason. I claimed that title, by proving that my in-ring presence is amongst the best. Like I said, I went to the top of my old fed, quicker than anyone was expecting. I defeated top names, I won titles, and hell, I had a proper streak there. My winning record went on for two months until I lost a match in a championship tournament. It is no biggy though. I ended up defeating that person a year later to take their title from them, anyhow.



I have always been someone who can claim a big win. But, like everyone else, we have our bad nights. Last week, was just my bad night. I usually follow up my bad nights with a win after a win after a win. A loss for me, is usually a spark. It usually sends me on a winning streak. Does that mean it is going to happen?



No, it isn’t definite. But, I am certainly going to work my way towards it. I am going to try to win at Rites of Passage. It doesn’t mean I will. I am not going to be one of those people that say that I am going to win for sure. Not anymore. Especially since last week, I lost. So, whatever happens, happens.



I will try, but it may be someone else’s night. It might be Bitchie Wheeler’s night or even The Bitchonen Brawler.”



PerZag smiles.



“Do you like that? Oh, wait, you cannot tell what I did. Well, then you must be an idiot. I put the words bitch into each of their names. You must be completely stupid if you didn’t get that.



Anyhow, it could be Mandie Wheeler’s night, it could be Ryo Ishikawa’s night. Mandie, though, hasn’t had her night for quite a few weeks. Maybe that will be it, now. Maybe not. Ryo Ishikawa could go on to claim victory, but then again, he may not. Hell, it could even be me, which is obviously what I want, but it may not happen.



Let me just say this, then. Mandie Wheeler does not deserve to win this match. She is a bitch who just complains and complains about crap week after week. Oh, I didn’t lose my title, I was cheated out of it. Oh, I wasn’t pinned in my match. Oh, the referee was obviously paid off.



Give me a break. You lost because you were outdone that night. You lost because you are not as good as you thought you might have been. You lost because, well, you suck. You suck compared to everyone you have lost to. Obviously you were better than some. You beat some people, hell, you one a title. Call that luck, call that skill, I will just say that you were better than some people. You are obviously not better than others. You kinda suck.



You bitch on and on about bitchy bullcrap, and then you go on to say you hate this person and that person. Hell, who don’t you hate? You seem to hate everyone, in some weird way. Maybe you hate everyone because you are lonely. Maybe being a complete bitch made you that way. I don’t know. I am just saying shit. I don’t know what is going on in your head.



Hell, maybe you do have someone. I wouldn’t understand why that person would do that though. Have to deal with that bitchiness. Queen Bitch, would be your perfect nickname. Hell, it would be hard to pick who the biggest bitch is out of you and Ann Coulter. Maybe, Ann Coulter just gets past you. Hell, I would certainly pick Coulter.



What does that make you, then? The Princess Bitch. The heir to the throne bitch. All I know is that you are next in line to be Queen Bitch. Your bitchiness won’t get you anywhere. Tone all of that down, and stop making excuses, and just say the better person one. Fuck, it is annoying.



And, then there is Ryo Ishikawa. The next Hentai Prince. Or the first Bishonen Brawler. I don’t know which way I would go with that one. I don’t know if Ishikawa is a person with a weird fetish or whether he is just some idiot who thought that stepping in the ring with true athletes was a good idea.



I don’t know. Him and The Hentai Prince are not built for in-ring work. But, they try, so I have to give them that. The only problem with Ishikawa is that he isn’t truly ready. He is not truly ready for in-ring work. He is not up to the proper standard, yet.



And I say yet, because he could potentially get there. Hell, The Hentai Prince is pulling out victories left and right. At least you, Ryo, can say that you got a win of Celeste Mallory. Even if that was a countout victory. Ryo, if I don’t win at Rite of Passage, then it is your win.



Mandie Wheeler is just too bitchy to win. She will probably bitch out, mid match. I want to win this match, and I am going to try to win. So, yeah, that is my speech of garbage. At least in everyone else’s eyes it is. To me, this makes absolute sense. I cannot wait to listen to all of your bullcrap to. Let’s just wait and see what Bitchie Wheeler has up her bitchy arsenal, and what Ryo Ishikawa will be going on about this time.



Find out soon as Rites of Passage is just around the corner, and these two will be sharing their own views.”



PerZag sighs as he reaches towards the camera.



“Fucking idiots.”



The camera turns off.







But, now, the night was over. He was able to get through it all, and he headed back towards his car. He walked up to the driver’s door, grabbed the handle, pulled, but was suddenly forced away from it, as the car exploded. A huge explosion creating a shatter of glass from windows of cars and buildings nearby. PerZag had no idea what was going on. He was confused.



The impact of the explosion didn’t pull him away. Something else did. He turned his head around, and saw a figure wearing all-black, a hoodie covering his face. The figure stood up from behind PerZag, and ran off down the road as PerZag sat on the road, completely shocked and confused all at once.



The sirens could be heard in the distant as PerZag backed himself away from the car, that was completely full of fire. He had no idea what was happening. No clue. Was someone trying to kill him? Was someone trying to scare him? Who the hell just saved him? And how the hell did they know it was going to happen?



All the questions kept surrounding PerZag’s mind as the sirens got closer and closer.