I had originally intended to end this story with this chapter (you'll see why), but now I'm entertaining the idea of writing a sequel revolving around the heaven/hell war. Still haven't decided yet, so this is it for now.

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It's about a week before WrestleMania. I'm sitting under the ring listening to Shawn talk and waiting for my cue. It's been over nine years since I was 'sent back'. I'm a professional wrestler here in this reality. It turned out that I was sidelined at the time because of some nagging injuries. I had actually re-injured myself while preparing for my return back then, and I briefly wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I never had these problems in the underground. But there was no fucking way I was gonna retire just when I got to live again.

I had contacted Vince, the owner of the company, and proposed a character change. Something about the old character made me uneasy, especially 'sacrificing' women on my symbol. I don't know. At least as the American Badass, there was no reason for the commentators to refer to me as the Prince of Darkness. I still cringe at that. I've since returned to a darker character, but that's fine by me as long as I'm not trying to cut people open with knives and shit. That's just fucking weird.

I frown a little when I hear Shawn's speech. Does he know? Things are a little different here but some things are still the same. Charlie still owns a strip club, and I've been there on several occasions. Trish owns a yoga studio up north, still preaching about peace and light, no doubt. Maybe I'll go visit it someday. I haven't talked to any of the boys about Angel. I have no way of telling whether or not they were sent back here like I was. Don't wanna come off as some lunatic if they don't know anything about it. I'm the locker room leader here after all and have a reputation to uphold.

Shawn's music hits and I wait a while before I burst through the ring and grab him by the leg. He falls to the mat and flails around like a chicken with its head cut off, to give me enough time to climb out of the hole into the ring. There's a bit of a scuffle before I pick him up for a chokeslam near the ropes so he can escape over them as planned. Almost everything in wrestling is all planned out. Which is all well and good because I don't have to worry as much about fighting for my life or accidentally choking someone to death. Of course, if some idiot tries something stupid on me, I have no problem with landing in some real offense on him.

He backs up along the ramp towards the stage, smirking at me the entire time. I give Shawn my patented glare as he dances around the stage like an idiot. Soon, he leaves and I make my way towards the back as well. I stop at the top of the ramp and listen to the crowd cheer. Fuck, I love that sound.

Passing through the curtains, I see Becca there giving Shawn a kiss. She's with him here, but that doesn't bother me too much. Shawn's a good guy. Although I'm a bit surprised he's not with Hunter anymore. They used to be together here, I think. They seemed like a sure thing too apparently, but Hunter fell head over heels in love with Vince's daughter, Stephanie. I guess when you're in that position, it wouldn't go over too well if the boss' daughter was sharing her husband with another man, huh?

"Rebecca. Shawn," I nod to both of them as I pass by on my way to my locker room. I resist the urge to smile back at Becca when she smiles at me. I make it all the way down the hall before I hear Shawn voice.

"See you at WrestleMania, Mr. Prince of Darkness!"

My step falters when I hear this. He knows. I turn around but he and Becca are already rounding the corner of the other hallway. I smile to myself and head to my locker room. I'll have to talk to him later.

Glenn, my half-brother, is in there playing video games. What a dork. I was really happy to find out that at least one member of my family was alive here. He told me once that he was glad that I wasn't the Lord of Darkness anymore, that it seemed like I wasn't quite all there at the time. I wanted to tell him that I really wasn't there, that I was actually living in another reality. But that would just complicate matters and I don't want to drive him away from me. He's a real goofball, and fun to have around. He's also pretty good at giving head, and has no problems with indulging me every once in a while.

"Hey!" he greets me and picks up something on the ground beside him and waves them at me, "I got us tickets to UFC 100."

I was rather amused when I found out that illegal underground fighting was neither illegal nor underground here. There are rules and restrictions of course, but that doesn't take away much. I watch it all the time. Maybe I'll give it a go if I get another chance from above. But right now I'm happy where I am.

Life is good.

-End of Book 2-