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THE NICE VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER <--
Thursday, June 17th, 1982 was a special day.
“It’s a boy…”
Nine-year-old Caleigh Dixon was in awe of the newborn baby.
Her mother cradled him in her arms with a smile on her face.
“Yes, he is.”
Annabelle leaned down and kissed the crown of his head.
With his eyes closed, he cooed softly.
“Thanks be to God.”
There was a smile on Arthur’s face.
“Her Majesty would be pleased.”
Caleigh was a curious girl.
She was trying to get a closer look at her baby brother.
“Mum, may I please hold him…?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
Annabelle nodded and looked up at her husband.
“My love, if you could…?”
“As you wish, my sweet Belle. Caleigh, please have a seat over here.”
Arthur waited until their daughter was seated in the chair beside the bed.
Carefully, he lifted his son into his arms and took a moment to cradle him.
“See how I am holding the baby?”
“Yes, father.”
Caleigh nodded eagerly.
Arthur gently placed his son in his daughter’s arms.
He made sure to adjust her arms and keep the baby’s little head and neck supported.
“There… Just like that.”
Caleigh gazed upon her baby brother with the sweetest smile.
“I love him.”
“Would you like to name him, Cal?”
Annabelle smiled.
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
Still, he was not opposed to the idea.
Caleigh was surprised by the question.
She took a moment to cradle the newborn and study him.
“Nat.”
“Nat?”
Her parents were confused.
“You know… Nat King Cole!”
Caleigh giggled at them.
“Oh!”
Annabelle smiled softly as Arthur turned to her.
“We’ve been listening to his music on the radio, my love.”
“Ah, yes. Nathaniel Adams Coles.”
Arthur nodded.
Caleigh perked up.
“That’s his name! Nathaniel!”
Perhaps it was a coincidence, but…
The newborn baby smiled at the name.
The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
And if I only could…
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get Him to swap our places…?
Be runnin' up that road,
Be runnin' up that hill,
Be runnin' up that buildin'!
Say, if I only could, oh…
London, England
July 31st, 2022
7:00 AM
A parent should never have to experience the pain of losing their child…
I lost my oldest daughter in a car accident.
My oldest son was nearly assassinated.
When my son-in-law Jack informed us of what happened, for the briefest moment, I thought my heart stopped. Marrying into the Dixon family, I knew what I was becoming a part of. I was sworn to secrecy from the moment my marriage to Arthur was arranged.
Once you are in the Mafia?
You are in for life.
Annabelle Sophia Taylor, a humble actress from Preston, became Annabelle Dixon, the wife of one of the most powerful men in the country. Of course, I did not partake in the family business. I left that to my husband. He took after his mother, Gianna Dixon, and aspired to be like her: a strong yet wise leader who commanded the respect of others. He was a force to be reckoned with. When Nathaniel became the Head of the Family, I sensed discord between the two. Retirement was not something Arthur wanted. He wanted to continue to lead our family, but it was time for our oldest son to take over. It was not the position Nathaniel wanted. In his youth, he aspired to be an athlete. Alas, it was not meant to be -- not for a long time.
Caleigh was in Heaven…
Maximilian was the family lawyer.
Gwendolyn became a nurse.
Ryleigh was a livewire.
…It had to be him.
A vehicle pulled up to the gates of the estate. The head of security moved in for inspection. Immediately, they moved to the rear passenger’s side on the left and opened the door. My eyes shimmered as my oldest son stepped out. I couldn’t help it -- I ran towards him. He noticed this and was quick to approach me. I met him with a tight embrace, though I was careful not to agitate his injury. When his arms wrapped around me, tears spilled down my face.
My boy…
My precious boy…
Chapter XII: Motherly Love
Gonna show 'em a thing or two… (Heh!)
I’m-a turn it up, set it loose!
Feast your eyes, I got something new.
From up here, you can't beat the view…
Just watch me now!
Just watch me now!
I got something for ya,
A little more for ya,
You won't believe your eyes…
Just watch me now!
To Miss Chelsea Skye
The Death Metal Whore.
Oh, dear… It feels wrong to say that word. I’m not fond of it.
Whore.
Surely you can’t subject yourself to belittlement, Miss Skye? Give yourself some credit. You’re a lady. Of course, I’m not one to judge anyone’s profession. If it makes you happy to be a pornographic star, then by all means continue on the path. Be shameless, be proud! This does not make you a lesser human being. I won’t go into details, but my baby sister can attest to this. Ryleigh’s modeling career was tied to a wild lifestyle. It’s only because of Raion Kido that she’s calmed down.
Heh, I’m beginning to trail off.
Back on course, hmm?
Allow me to introduce myself. For those who don’t know, my name is Nathaniel Elijah-Alexander Dixon, Owner and CEO of Dixon Corporate Enterprises and, more importantly, professional wrestler. Like you, Miss Skye, I work for multiple wrestling companies including HYBRID rEvolution, The Entity, XIX Wrestling, New Frontier Wrestling, and Pro Wrestling Excellence. I am also a fighter in Quantum MMA: The Viper Division. The pleasure is all yours.
Yes, after some time of contemplation, I have decided to return to PWE. No, there wasn’t a special announcement. Not even a warning. One might call it a spontaneous decision. Regardless, I am here. While there are a few reasons, one comes to mind as the most important.
You see… I am owed a championship match.
I was third in the Olla-Rumble. I eliminated the most competitors -- six with one assist, to be exact, including Mr. Adrien Cochrane. Surely you know him? The Original Guardian and a five-time World Champion. For my placement, I was granted a title shot. A fatal-fourway match between myself, Vincent Black, Shawn Warstein, and Nathaniel Cartwright was supposed to be in motion for a brand-new championship yet to be introduced to PWE... But before it could happen, the company shut down. Without the ability to fight for it, the chance at gold was taken away from me. Unfortunately, this incident would repeat itself in the Splat Network. Despite the controversy, I am overdue for a shot at the MultiUniversal Championship.
You had your opportunity at Magnificence II, Miss Skye. You challenged Jason Long for his Impulse Championship. While it was a close bout, in the end, you fell off the ladder… and he reclaimed the gold. Perhaps if you kept your emotions in check, you might have risen to the top. Alas… you’ll have another chance at a title, I’m sure. However, you will have to wait behind me.
Believe it or not, we have something in common.
We’re still reaching for that brass ring.
Some people mock us for it. “A professional wrestler without a single title” is such an easy target. They ignore our skills and talents. They underestimate us. They may even try to verbally bury us. We all know at least one person who does that… One of them being the oh-so-esteemed Excellence Champion, himself. But you know what, Miss Skye? That is their mistake. You see, unlike them? I take every single opponent I face seriously. I study them. I do my research. I calculate strategies accordingly. I exploit their weaknesses. I inflict as much pain on them as possible.
Victory or defeat? They will always remember the agony.
You’re a smart woman, Miss Skye. I’m certain you have a level head on your shoulders. Everyone has two sides to themselves. Light and Darkness. Good and Evil. As for myself…?
The Lord.
The Monster.
You and I both know the pain of loss. Not the kind you experience from defeat. No. We’ve lost someone very dear to us. You lost your older brother. I lost my older sister. There’s a tragic red string without a gold shimmer between us. This… makes things difficult. After all, we both want the same thing. Glory. It has escaped us for far too long, my dear. I mean this with all honesty. I want you to succeed. I want you to be a champion one day… Unfortunately for you, my will is stronger.
Glory.
Violence.
Blood.
Gold.
No matter how many times I fall, I will rise up. I will continue to fight. Even when I become a champion, I will keep going. The only way to stop me is to literally kill me... and I don’t believe you are capable of straight murder, Miss Skye. Beneath your tough exterior, you have a kind soul. I hope you don’t think ill of me because I will not hold back. I believe we can be friends. The choice is yours.
The King is dead.
God bless the Queen.
Glory be to Your Lord of Charisma.
Chapter XII: End
