Title: Making Things Right
Featuring: Killean Sirrajin
Date: Before The Last Stand
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

Saturday, September 15, 2012 @ approx. 07:00

The alarm sounded, just like it did every morning after going to bed ambitious about the start of the next day. Killean rolled over slowly, groaning as he felt the ongoing pain in his head and the rest of his body as his finger made contact with the screen of the iPhone to stop the noise. He moved his hand over to the small pill bottle on the end of the table. It was already open and as soon as he tilted it two pills spilled into the palm of his hand. He then let the bottle fall from his grasp and it hit the hardwood floor. The half full glass of water was next and in one swift motion the pills and water disappeared.

If the performance of these acts seem like they've been repeated, what really gave it away is that it was all done with his eyes closed. Barely knowing what time he set the alarm for, Killean rolled back over, pulling the covers up and over his head and disappearing back into a dream world.

A few hours later was when Killean finally emerged into the family room. The occupants of the couch were less than surprised to see him so late.

"Are you ever gonna set that alarm and get up on time dude?" Vegas said from where he was seated on the couch, his arm around his wife as they enjoyed a program on TV.

"I got home at like four in the morning man. And stop yelling." Killean dug in the fridge and got out a container of cream cheese to go with his usual morning bagel.

"He stunk of booze again last night. It's all I could smell when he walked in and passed our room." Hannah whispered to her husband.

"Nice..." Vegas kissed her and got up off the couch, stretching a little. "You told me you'd help me with that shelf in the garage this morning. How about you finish that breakfast and join me out there?"

"You bet, I'll be out shortly. Got appointments to get to this afternoon too."

Dave walked to the door and waved at Hannah, signalling for her to talk to Killean. She took his lead and once in the kitchen she stood beside Killean as he cut a bagel in half to toast it. She inhaled a bit and to her relief Killean had taken a shower.

"What's on tap today?" She asked, with her usual bright smile. She pulled out the jug of orange juice from the fridge and raised her eyebrows to him when he looked, holding up the jug to offer him some.

"No thanks. Got some phone calls to make about PRIME, talk with Lisa and Blaine about a few final preparations for Colossus and stuff like that."

"Gonna go see the kids?" He paused as soon as the words left her mouth. He shook his head, making his way to the door.

"Saw them last week, they are fine." His voice trailed off as he couldn't make it outside fast enough. Quicker than a hiccup the door closed behind him. The scent of burning bread invaded Hannah's senses and she turned and pops the toaster, leaving the burnt remains of Killean's would be breakfast. A simple sigh of frustration followed.

"I'm not one to snoop, but he better not be taking pills again."

Step by step she ascended to the bedrooms, about to be met with a locked bedroom door and a lack of answers.


|~*~|


How far the mighty had fallen. PRIME, finally making a return only to close for good in the coming months, was the sign of a company and a business in general, on the decline. At it's side, possibly the most decorated man in the history of the company. Titles, awards, praise, you name it. But nothing could save him from the free fall retirement brought him. It was like he fell along side the once powerful promotion. Sure it started out well. Family, a wedding, a baby and nothing but time. It was like a dream come true at first.

But buried demons tend to rear their ugly heads at the most inopportune times.

What was once a problem that almost got the wrestling legend killed years ago was now a present fight. Pain killers, used to dull the pain from a career of bumps, bruises, injuries and fractures, were suddenly important to the Supreme Machine once again. However as relapses tend to trend, it was worse than it ever was.

Desperate and alone, Sirrajin trudged the streets. He had exiled his family, his friends and his life. Perhaps having a hand in bringing back PRIME might lead him to the top of the mountain again, professionally and personally. But it was a bet even the most daring of gamblers weren't willing to accept.

Now his only focus was putting a cap on the pain.

"Where's Billy?" Killean asked the young kid who stood in front of him. He broke into a smile as soon as his eyes met those of the former wrestling star.

"Damn man, you serious? My boy just hooked you up a few days ago and you're back wanting more? Some tough guy you ain't homie." The skinny kid took a long drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke up into the air. He waved his free hand and propped the door to the dilapidated house open, releasing the stench of stale beer and weed from its confines. Killean stepped inside and immediately saw the man he was looking for.

"Not again..." Billy stood up. Killean was a big man at six foot four inches tall, but the steroid infused behemoth in front of him cast a shadow as soon as he attained his full height. "Look dude, I fronted you the last dose on good graces and cause of who you are, but I'm not doing it again unless you want Marcel to have your ass in a meat grinder. You know how tough it is to get our hands on decent product these days?"

"I'm sure this smart businessman knows the deal Billy." A middle aged man said confidently, his Mexican accent distracting everyone in the room. Billy, like a scalded dog, backed away from the PRIME Hall of Famer and came to rest on the couch in the spot he occupied a few seconds earlier.

"Who the fuck are you?" Killean questioned flatly, his fix still being the only thing on his mind. Marcel however had more rolling around in his head. His English wasn't perfect but it was beyond adequate.

"I'm sure you've heard of me Mr. Sirrajin. I've been the one supplying you with your pills for the last while. I am Marcel Gutierrez. Learning you haven't paid for your last order disappoints me greatly. Taking money from my boys here." His voice trailed off, filled with growing contempt and condescension.

"I've never met you before, but I'm sure you know my business. My funds are currently tied up and..."

"Oh you are right, I do know your business, all too well I'm afraid. I know most of the money you used to invest in a wrestling business was borrowed and the rest now belongs to your business partner locally as he bought you out. You. Have. Nothing. Nothing at all to offer me." Marcel proceeded to circle the larger Sirrajin, poking him in the foot and leg with his platinum cane, mostly on his person for decoration rather than aiding in walking. Killean couldn't even detect a limp in his step. "So why should I help you now esse?"

Killean, about to retort, immediately took notice of Marcel removing his free hand from his pocket. In it he could see a few of the round white pills he sought tumbling around as the Hispanic man played with them. He teased the former proud, two time Universal Champion. A sense of discomfort invaded and he could feel the color draining from his face. He began to involuntarily drool, a true addict on display for all to see. He tried to hide it...

"Look man, I have other hookups, so if you don't mind..."

...yet he failed.

"Bullshit. As I said... YOU. HAVE. NOTHING." With each word Gutierrez poked Sirrajin with the end of his cane, winning a loud yet defeated sigh from the former champion.

"Come on, gimme a break."

Wrong choice of words for a man with little patience.

With a simple nod, the deceptive speed of the monstrous man known as Billy kicked the knee of Killean out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. His knee felt like it was on fire and he winced as he took hold of it. But his attention was taken with the end of the cane that was now poking into his cheek rather roughly.

"You're done here, ya see? Residuos patético de la vida!" He spat down at Killean and Billy followed with a swift punch to the face. As Sirrajin's mouth fell open, the few pills that Marcel had been holding dropped inside and Billy closed Killean's mouth and plugged his nose, forcing him to swallow roughly. The PRIME Choice fought with his hands but it was no use. He swallowed the pills down, five being a heavy dose at once even for him.


|~*~|


Broken down is how he felt as he stumbled on the sidewalk, taking hold of the cement barricade to keep his balance. He was high... no, not high. He head was spinning. What dose was he given? How big were the pills. He trips and scrapes his knee on the same barricade that kept him upright but he couldn't feel the pain.

At least the tablets did their job.

How weak had he become? Marcel succeeded in feeding the wrestlers addiction but at the same time succeeded in controlling a once powerful and confident man. Sirrajin was tossed out of the house, left to try to remember how to get home as the black market pills quickly took control.

"Jesus are you alright?" A woman asked as she passed the obviously troubled Killean. He drooled and stumbled again, not able to even look the woman in the eye. He waved his hand dismissively and his lack of personality caused the woman to turn and keep walking, looking back every few steps to see him throwing up on the side walk.

A few blocks ahead and many minutes later, he found himself on the stoop of his house. The door mat read "The Sirrajin's" and he laughed before banging on the door. It took only a moment before the door opened and he almost crashed through and bowled the poor woman over. Teaches him to lean on a door he had no control over opening.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you try to bring yourself here in from of our kids in this sorry state!" Jenny said as she tried to close the door. She was hitting Killean very hard in the shoulder as he scurried to rid himself of the annoyance. "Now you see why I kicked you out! Don't come back until I call you... if ever!" She slammed the door roughly, hitting him once more in the shoulder. He feel to the ground and kicked at the door, leaving a black scuff mark on the burgundy paint.

He pulled himself to his knees slowly, swore a white streak of obscenities and pressed his finger to the doorbell. A loud buzz in place of the bell puzzled him. Again he pressed and again the buzz, this time louder. Once more and this time he held the button and the buzz was loud and long. He pressed it multiple times, and one can guess that the buzzer sounded multiple times...


|~*~|


The alarm sounded, just like it did every morning. Killean rolled over, sighing his content about his wonderful nights sleep. His finger made contact with the screen of the iPhone to stop the noise. He moved his hand over to the large bottle on the end of the table and removed the child proof cap. With a simple tilt a large multivitamin spilled into the palm of his hand. He sealed the bottle and after reaching for his water he put the pill in his mouth. One swift motion the pills and water disappeared.

An hour later, he made his way down to the family room, his forehead covered in sweat from his intense workout. He towelled down his brow and finished in time for his two lovely daughters to jump into his arms.

"DADDY DADDY! Good morning!" Desiree yelped as she tightly hugged her father. Jenny looked on from her breakfast at the island and smiled as she put a raspberry into her mouth.

"Daddy! I missed you!" The younger daughter screamed. Killean put both of his daughters down and got on one knee to fix the bow in little Summer's hair. "Thank you daddy! I look pretty?" The almost three year old asked as she felt for the bow.

"You are always pretty sweetheart." He kissed her forehead.

"What about me?!" Dizzy hissed and crossed her arms with a pout on her face. Killean couldn't help but laugh.

"But of course, you'll always be my first beautiful daughter."

"What about me?" Jenny sauntered over to her husband, as Killean reached out his arms and held her close, planting a long kiss on her. The action won a loud "Ewwww" from his eldest daughter.

"Mmmmmmm of course babe. Think those bedtime shorts are a tad too short to wear in front of the children?" He teased as he slapped her behind.

"You love them."

"That I do." He sat at the island and took a long swig of his protein shake that was lovingly prepared by his bride. He then added milk to his cereal and took a big spoonful in his mouth.

"Dad, where are we going today?" Desiree asked as she played with the last few Cheerios in her bowl of milk with her finger.

"We're flying to Columbus sweetie. Second last show I'll be on."

"I don't exactly miss this. Packing up and travelling with you to PRIME events." Jenny said, polishing off the last couple raspberries in her bowl.

Killean smiled and shovelled another spoonful of Rice Krispies into his mouth. Little Summer was caught leaning in to hear the snap, crackle and pop of the popular breakfast cereal.

"But I know how much this means to you. This match with Matthew is huge isn't it?" She finished, staring into the eyes of her husband.

"It is, but not for the reasons you might think." He paused and placed his spoon in his bowl. "Sure I want to beat him and make up for Colossus III. But our tensions built for years, we developed something of a strange friendship in that time and had no problem converting it into an actual strong friendship when the time was right. We had a storied history that only culminated in one singles match together. Years of build, and only one match to show for it. The people deserved more and I wanted more. Matt probably did too. I know he's got his own problems now but his in ring prowess isn't one of them. Three time Universal Champion? He's still in his prime, even though he may not think so. It's just time to make things right again. Matt and I deserve one last match, the people do as well, and we deserve to have it in PRIME."

He reached out to take hold of his wife's hand, squeezing gently, knowing that in just a few minutes, all hell would break loose in regards to making sure everything was packed.

"I'd also like to think the cycle will continue. He gets stunned by Walkins and then beats the hell out of me. Now he beats Walkins and gets his ass handed to him by me this time." He laughs, holding his free hand to his mouth after letting out what could be considered a curse in front of the kids.

"Daddy, I don't hear much popping anymore." Summer leaned in to his cereal bowl again but didn't hear the sounds she expected.

Killean thought about what his daughter had just said and the same words could be applied to his newly purchased investment known world wide as Number One by Definition.

Soon the pops would stop like his milk soaked cereal, the lights would die down one final time and the curtain would close leaving no one behind. Soon it would all be finished. It really wasn't ALL about winning to him, nice as it would be.

It was just time to make things right again with his good friend in the ring, another six plus years later... before it was all gone.
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