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Jessie-ica Diaz · (10-14-2013)

So much has changed in my life since the day I decided to leave the XWF and I'd have to say things began to change, the day I brought my wife with me to witness one of my matches. After seeing me wrestle for the first time, my wife had asked me to stop. Even though I had claimed a win on the night she seen me fight, she still requested that I stop. She feared a job like that would eventually lead me to an early grave. I could understand her fears....her concerns and so like a good husband, I obliged her wish and I left the XWF. Even though I enjoyed the job, I was good at it and it was great way to release all the anger life fueled me with, I left because her peace of mind was worth it. I walked out on the night of my thirst match, after my third victory in a row and I never looked back.

Since then I moved to Chambers County, Alabama and bought a ranch attached to 645.50 acres of property. An act that aided in changing my occupation from pro wrestler, to farmer, in a matter of a few weeks. The job was a drastic switch. I knew nothing of farming, but I managed to learn quick. The work was rough at first and downright grueling at times, but over time I adapted and began to appreciate it. Eventually it had seemed like I found my true calling and with it I also found a new lease on life. A calmer more relaxed view point and my aggressive inner nature, slowly drifted away, like a leaf on a hot Alabama breeze. Yet as the days of the final harvest for my crops slowly approached, I couldn't help but wonder...what's been going on in the XWF as of late.

Strangely enough as this thought entered my brain, I looked up from the work I was doing out on my land and was greeted by the sight of Paul Heyman, hustling along down the long dirt road that lead up to my property. Dripping with sweat and shuffling along, I thought I was going to witness the great Paul Heyman drop dead, right then and there of a heart attack. Luckily, he didn't, but I'll be damned...he certainly put the thought in my head. As Paul got closer to my home I dropped what I was doing and approached him, retrieving a bandanna from my back pocket and handing it to him as soon as I neared him. Paul accepted it and used the bandanna to mop up the seat on his brow as he hunched over and gasped. Yeah....that thought of him dying of a heart attack, was still looming in my mind.

I hate Alabama!

Paul released another gasp and shook his head as he straightened himself upright.

It's hot and the humidity is the worst. I don't know why you'd move here Joe? I don't know why anyone would move here? A bunch of backwards, mindless hicks and more humidity than a person is meant to deal with. It's hell on earth is what it is.

I don't know. I kind of like it. It's peaceful, laid back and simple. It's nice. Definitely a stress free environment and that has suited me just fine.

Paul leaned back, placing his hand on his back and released a groan while looking at me like I just confessed a string of absurd fairy tales to him.

Yeah, you've basically confirmed to me the real reason you left the XWF is because you lost your mind.

With his free hand Paul shielded his eyes from the sun and then shifted his gaze towards my home.

Do you think we could sit down somewhere....maybe where there's some shade and hopefully an abundant supply of water. My back...my feet....my everything, is killing me and this God damned scorching sun isn't helping. I feel like I'm in an oven. I'm having flashbacks of my ancestors who were stuck in Auschwitz. Oh man and that's so wrong, but I'm too damn hot to give a flying fuck. Tuesday, lets maybe find that spot to sit down. Preferably somewhere inside.

I laughed and nodded as I began walking toward my house. Luckily Hannah was out so she wouldn't be around to become curious as to why Paul Heyman was here and then start jumping to conclusions. Why was Paul Heyman here anyway? I didn't have the slightest idea as to why I'd be seeing this man ever again. Yet now he's on my property and circling the drain of possibly having a massive coronary. Like of all the things that could happen, this was on the list of the most random to occur. It didn't make sense why he'd come out to my home to see me. Plus it wasn't like I updated anyone within the XWF when I changed my address, so that means Paul went out of his way to find me. Why would he do that?

When we got inside, Paul took a seat on the sofa in my living room and I went off to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. I returned a moment later and witnessed Paul sitting on the couch, spread out over the whole thing looking like he really was about to die on me. Sweating and groaning, probably staining and stinking up my couch. This was not a sight I ever thought I'd witness, even back when I was actually wrestling for the XWF. It was just.....unpleasant.

You okay Paul?

The question perked Paul back up and he sat up straighter as I handed him a glass of water.

No, I'm not fine. I'm in fucking Alabama. I really have to echo my earlier question Joe - why, did you move to Alabama?

I felt it was a good spot to just settle and make a place for myself. I found the land cheap and so I took it as a sign I should go for it.

You seen the land was selling for cheap, cause it's fucking Alabama.

Well I don't mind it. This place works for me. Keeps me calm and relaxed. I do hard honest work and I enjoy doing it. Life's pretty good for me in fucking Alabama.

Well life isn't good for Paul Heyman, in Alabama. I crashed my car into a sign post driving up to see you and then I had to walk the rest of the way in this God awful heat.

Wow. That's something. How far away did your car crash? We should get a tow truck to it.

I don't know. A few yards down from your property. It felt like a hundred miles walking the rest of the way though.

You know there aren't that many signs on that long stretch of road, how'd you manage to hit it?

That's not important Joe. I hit it, I had to walk and now we're talking. That's the important part, we're talking. But I didn't come to fucking Alabama, just to have a nice chat with you Joe. I came here to talk to you about your breach of contract and the legal obligations you have.

What?

Breach of contract and legal obligations. I didn't stutter. You left and when you did, you breached your contract. Your legal obligations is you performing in my ring on Monday nights, like you should have been doing for months, but failed to do because you just left. See you may have thought you could just start a wrestling career and then stop it whenever you like. Quit wrestling like you quit...I don't know, some bank job. That's not the case though. You made a deal, you signed a contract. In layman's terms, you still belong to the XWF. So I've come out here to Alabama, to remind you of that. Now this can be settled with you returning to the XWF, or it can be settled with the XWF suing the pants off you. Either way, the company gets something and you give it to them. Either in blood and sweat, or in money and most likely your land since it looks like your doing pretty good for yourself, but not a million dollars, good for yourself.

Fuck. I had no idea I was obligated to wrestle and that I had breached my contract by leaving. I thought wrestlers could just quit. I mean it seemed simple enough. I suppose I should have read that contract more thoroughly. Well I guess Paul Heyman had me there and he was right, there wasn't a way for me to pay off a million dollar settlement. Which meant I was going to return to the XWF and my wife would have to just deal with it. There wasn't a way around it. But I handled myself pretty good in the ring the last time I was in it. Pretty sure I can swing my time in the XWF until my contract runs out. However long that is. Note to self, get a hold of a copy of that contract and actually fucking read it this time.

Well Paul, I guess I'm coming back to the XWF.

Wise choice. Of course don't expect your return to be something I rejoice over. You still left and abandoned your duties, which cost me money. There's going to be ramifications for that act, believe me.

Wow, that sounded promising. Guess my return to the XWF might not go as I planned after all.

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