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In the Cypress Hills section of Brooklyn, New York, a man known by several names is making his way towards a place he considers a second home, The Doghouse, the place where he trained, the place where he first adopted the name most of you will recognize him as – Low Ki.    These days, though, he goes by a different name, Kaval, but, even now, when fans and friends recognize him on the street, the name they always call out…

“Hey, Ki!” the local barbershop owner calls out, seeing the local hero passing by his door.   “How you been, son?”

Low Ki stops, turns around, and says, “Doing good.   WWE should be calling me up any day now.”

“Well, hell son!” the man replies.   “Bout time McMahon got his head out of his ass and took a look at ya!”

Low Ki laughs, “Yeah.   Thing is, it ain’t McMahon.   Seems the Raw General Manager’s heard about me.”

“Hey,” he replies, “don’t matter who’s callin’ you up, as long as you get called up, right?”

“That’s the way I’m looking at it,” Low Ki replies.  

“So what brings you back to the Hills?” the man asks.

“You know who,” Ki replies.

“How’s he holding up, anyway?   I know he’s been having it rough since that Trent kid died,” the man said.

“Trent Acid was a good guy,” Ki replied.   “Can’t blame a guy for missing a friend.”

“Yeah,” the man sighed.

“Speaking of which, I need to go and be a friend.   Otherwise, ‘Cide might just kick my ass,” Low Ki said.   “Good seeing you, though!”

“Hey!” the shop owner said as Low Ki was walking away.   “Good luck with the WWE!”

Meanwhile, across the street, just outside a small grocery store, a man in dark sunglasses and a black hoodie watched as Low Ki made his way towards The Doghouse.   His cell phone rings. Jennifer Hudson’s “Spotlight”….

“Hello?”

The voice of Daizee Haze can be heard on the other end, asking, “You see him?”

“Yep,” the man answers.   “Just talking with the locals, so far.   No sign of Homicide.”

“So there’s witnesses,” Daziee replied.

“Sh*t yeah,” he said.   “It’s the middle of the f*cking day!   What, you thinking this is still Forest Park or something?”

“Just keep an eye on him, all right?” Daizee ordered.   “And David, keep your smart-ass comments to yourself!”

As he hung up, he muttered the words, “Yeah, whatever…”, and began to follow Low Ki down the street.

Meanwhile, in a white panel van parked just down the street, Daizee Haze sets her phone down on the floor of the van and looks up at the surrounding Nexus members, Michael Tarver, Justin Gabriel, Skip Sheffield, and Darren Young, all dressed in black jumpsuits.

“So, what’s the game plan, boss?” Skip asks Daizee.

“Nothing, yet,” Daizee said.   “Too many witnesses around.   And after the mess you guys made in St. Louis nabbing MsChif, I’m surprised we don’t have the entire Independent Wrestling Scene up our collective ass right now!”

“Hey,” Michael Tarver said, “You said she was vital to the operation, and that she had to see us coming.”

“And, besides, it was Darren who lost the armband,” Justin Gabriel added.   “Why you coming down so hard on all of us?”

“You know why,” Daizee said.   “It’s bad enough Melissa and Kong know I’m involved in this somehow, but if anyone finds a way to connect us to Samoa Joe, everything we’ve worked for these past few months…”

Daizee’s phone rings.   The Caller ID reads “PPerezNinja”.

“What you got for me, Portia?” Daizee said, answering her phone.

“Just Christopher Daniels, looking nervous,” Portia replies as she, along with Nicole Matthews, sits in a South Philadelphia diner, watching the former X-Division champion as he sips a cup of coffee, constantly looking around at everyone in the diner.   As much as he tried to hide it, he was clearly looking to make sure no one was watching him.   Meanwhile, the Ninjas were sporting new hairdos.   Portia’s was now a bright purple.   Meanwhile, Nicole Matthews had cut her considerably shorter, and had also apparently gone blonde.   Both were also sporting a considerable amount of makeup, trying to blend in, one would assume, with a local gothic or punk scene, based on how they were dressed.

“He recognize you?” Daizee asked.

“Not yet,” Portia replied, adjusting a clip-on nose ring that was constantly irritating her.   “Then again, I don’t even think my mom would recognize me in this getup.”

“Hey!” Nicole said to Portia.   “I kinda like it, okay?”

“You would,” Portia said, snidely, to Nicole.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nicole asked, upset.

“You know exactly what that means, Nicole!” Portia replied.

“HEY!” Daizee shouted at Portia over the phone.   “Don’t you two know the first rule of going undercover?   Jesus Christ, Portia!   The least you could do is come up with different names to call each other!”

“Whatever,” Portia quipped.

“Oh, don’t you ‘whatever’ me, Portia,” Daizee threatened.   “Just because I’m three states away right now, don’t think I won’t kick your little teeny-bopper ass the moment I see you!   Now, tell me, is Daniels with anyone?”

“No,” Portia answered.   “At least, not yet.   The way he’s looking around, he’s probably waiting to meet someone.”

“I figured as much,” Daizee said.   “Word’s been going around that someone new is going around playing Suicide again.   We were thinking it might have been Daniels, but Kazarian’s been telling us about some Asian guy who talked to Triple H recently, asking a lot of questions about Stephanie and whatnot…”

“Asian guy?” Portia asked.   “Like the one who just walked in looking all serious-like?”

“He’s there?” Daizee asked.

“Don’t know who Frankie’s talking about, but some weird Asian guy just walked up to… and they’re sitting down now… yep.   I think that’s our guy,” Portia said.

“Well, don’t stare at them!” Nicole said, smacking Portia on the shoulder as Portia was looking over at Christopher Daniels and his Asian friend.

“All right,” Daizee said.   “Keep an eye on them.”

Meanwhile, across the diner, the young Asian man, best known to many of you as former World elite member Kiyoshi, asks Daniels about the two young girls seeming to take an interest in him from across the way.  

“You know those two?” he asks.

“Nope,” Christopher Daniels answers.   “But the one with the purple hair seems to be very interested in you.”

Kiyoshi looks over at Portia, who quickly turns around, trying to look inconspicuous.  

He then turns back, and says to Chris, “She’s fifteen.”

“Hey,” Daniels laughs.   “At least she’s not interested in me!”

“Look,” Kiyoshi said.   “I know you’ve been out of the loop for a while, and…”

“Kiyoshi, I’m not out of the loop,” Daniels said.   “I got fired.   Dixie Carter managed to turn yet another of my best friends against me, then had him serve me my release, personally.   In fact…”

“I think she’s up to something,” Kiyoshi said, bluntly.

“Who, Dixie?” Daniels said.   “Of course she is!   She’s trying to recreate ECW now!”

“That’s not what I mean, Chris,” Kiyoshi said.   “I have reason to believe that she has something to do with the Nexus.”

“The Nexus?” Daniels asks, almost incredulously.   “What would she possibly have to do with the Nexus?”

“I don’t know if she’s the new Raw General Manager, or what it is, but I have reason to believe Dixie Carter is the one behind Nexus,” Kiyoshi said, as his voice grew deeper and more gravely, a tone best associated with his current alter-ego, Suicide.

“You’re serious about this?” Chris asks, still not fully able to believe the words coming out of Kiyoshi’s mouth.

“You know how Dixie likes to work,” Kiyoshi said.   “Have everyone watch the left hand while the right one robs you blind.   So, she stages this ECW reunion show, gets Tommy Dreamer, Raven, and all those guys.   Meanwhile, she’s secretly building an army, spearheaded by the Nexus, to overtake Monday Night Raw.”

Daniels, upon hearing this, laughs.

“What’s so funny?” Kiyoshi asked.

“You really think that Dixie’s gone to all the trouble of buttering up Dreamer and Raven, and Stevie Richards, and all those guys, just to distract people from the hottest story in professional wrestling today?” Daniels asked him.   “You know, when Frankie was doing the whole Suicide bit, sure, he was a bit paranoid, but at least his theories made sense.”

“What the hell, Daniels?” Kiyoshi said, upset.   “Announce to the world that I’m…   Jesus…”

“Sorry, man,” Daniels said.   “I forgot, all right?   Frankie never kept it a secret, so…”

“Well, I’m not Kazarian, all right?” Kiyoshi replied.   “I didn’t sell my wife and my friends out for a spot in the New Four Horsemen!”

“Look,” Daniels sighed.   “I’m not happy about it, either, but I’m not going to spend the rest of my life dwelling on it.   Frankie made a choice, maybe the wrong choice, but it was still his choice, and…”

“And what?   You’re just going to forget about it all now?   Move on?” Kiyoshi said.   “Meanwhile, TNA burns to the ground, and soon, Monday Night Raw will as well.   I know Dixie Carter has something to do with this.   The white panel van that was seen in St. Louis, just outside of the microbiology lab where MsChif got kidnapped…”

“Didn’t they find one of the Nexus’ armbands there?” Daniels said.

“Yes, they did,” Kiyoshi said, “but there were also reports of a white panel van…”

“A lot of people drive white panel vans,” Daniels replied.   “Sabin and Shelly have a white panel van they carry all their band stuff in.   You think they had anything to do with this?”

“Listen, Daniels,” Kiyoshi said.   “I know the Nexus and Dixie are connected.   The van seen just outside of the lab where MsChif got kidnapped is the same van that was seen abducting Samoa Joe after the Against All Odds pay-per-view in February.   Months later, after you’re gone, and Taylor’s practically an afterthought, Joe comes back, clearly a part of Team Hogan, and you don’t think, for one second, that any of this is connected?”

“Honestly?” Daniels asked.   “I think you’re only seeing a connection because you want to see a connection.   Lots of people drive panel vans.   It doesn’t mean the Nexus and Dixie are connected.”

“All right,” Kiyoshi said.   “Then explain to me why Triple H thinks he’s talked to his wife and kids recently.”

“Um…” Daniels stalled.   “Excuse me?”

“I figured, someone in the family had to know who the GM was, and I figured security around Vince and Stephanie would be too tight to get around, so I went looking for Triple H.   Apparently, he was getting surgery in Alabama… torn bicep or something like that.   Anyway, I get there, ask him a few questions, and he’s telling me about how he’s talked to Stephanie recently,” Kiyoshi explains.

“Okay, so…?” Daniels replies.

“So, Stephanie’s in a coma,” Kiyoshi replied.   “Has been ever since she took that beating from Nexus a few weeks back.”

“And…?” Daniels asked.

“And, it appears that Ric Flair has been paying Hunter some visits recently, bringing along a certain friend of ours,” Kiyoshi said.

“Frankie,” Daniels said, trailing off for a moment.

“Exactly,” Kiyoshi said.   “Now, why would Kazarian have any interest in Triple H, and, why would Triple H think that he’s talked to his wife recently when it would have been physically impossible to do so?”

“That still doesn’t explain how Dixie Carter is connected to all of this,” Daniels said, still skeptical.   “So far, all you’ve been able to prove is that Nexus is kidnapping wrestlers using a white panel van, and that Frankie’s been talking to Triple H.   It doesn’t tell us why Hunter thinks he’s talked to Stephanie recently, or that TNA is in any way connected to the Nexus.”

“What about the other missing wrestlers?” Kiyoshi asked.   “Daffney, LuFisto, Daizee Haze, the American Wolves, Duke Rotundo, even Bryan Danielson.”

“Danielson’s probably recovering from his own Nexus beatdown,” Daniels said.   “He didn’t like the way things were going, so he tries to defect, and the Nexus takes him out.”

“And the others?” Kiyoshi asked.

“Who knows?” Daniels said.   “Maybe Nexus.   Maybe something else.   I mean, for all I know, Davey and Eddie were having family troubles and just haven’t gotten back to Cornette yet.   I really don’t know what to tell you.   All we know for sure is, something’s going on.   It may be Dixie, but it’s just as likely not.   In fact, if you ask me, I think you’re only seeing a connection here because you want to.”

“You actually think this is just a series of coincidences?” Kiyoshi asked.

“I think you’ve given me nothing but circumstantial evidence that may or may not possibly connect Dixie Carter to Nexus.   To be honest, I think you’re just grasping at straws, man,” Daniels said.   “Look, I know this is important to you, this whole Suicide deal.   Ever since Frankie first tried to take out Hogan in January, a lot of people have looked at Suicide as a symbol of hope in an otherwise insane world, but you have to realize, Kiyoshi – Frankie was crazy.   Completely messed up in the head, you know what I’m saying?   He was paranoid, he was always making these conspiracy theories, and looked what happened?   It cost him his sanity, his marriage, it nearly cost him his life, and… I don’t know what she did to fix him, but, somehow, Dixie Carter has managed to make Frankie almost normal again.   Sure, he’s playing for Team Flair, doing his part to keep Dixie’s bogus Civil War alive in a shallow attempt to draw ratings, but…”

“But what?” Kiyoshi said, nearly disgusted with Daniels’ glowing talk of his predecessor.   “He turns his back on us, on the Cause, and all you can do is say, ‘but he’s so much better now’?   What the hell is wrong with you, Daniels?   I thought you understood the stakes!”

“You don’t think I understand what’s at stake?” Daniels replied.   “Of course I know what’s at stake!   But, guess what, Kiyoshi?   It’s not my war anymore!   And, if you really want to know what I think, I think the best thing you can do is take that Suicide costume and burn it.   I’ve spent some time under that mask, covering for Frankie while he was hurt, and believe me, that mask… it does things to you.   It makes you see things that aren’t there, and I don’t want what happened to Frankie to happen to you, Kiyoshi.”

“You think Suicide is corrupting me?” Kiyoshi asked.

“I’m just saying,” Daniels sighed, “maybe you need to let all of this go.   There’s more to wrestling, more to life than TNA.   The only thing we can do to keep this business alive is to go out, every night, and give our best for the fans, because they’re the ones who matter, Kiyoshi.   Not Dixie.   Not Hogan.   Not the Nexus.   Just the fans, and maybe, if we all just spent a little more time thinking of them, and less about what big thing is going to come along and ‘save wrestling’,   then maybe the business will be better for it.”

Daniels then stands up and begins to walk away, leaving Kiyoshi behind.   Just before he leaves, though, Kiyoshi says to him, “What if I’m right?   What if Dixie is behind all of this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Daniels said.   “This isn’t our battle, anymore.”

Kiyoshi then stands up and shouts to the departing Daniels, “So, that’s it?   You’re just giving up?”

Daniels turns back around and says, “No.   I’m just moving on.”

As Christopher Daniels makes his way out of the diner, the disguised Nicole Matthews comes rushing up to him, giddy and excited.

“Hi,” she says to him, holding an autograph book in her hands.   “You’re Christopher Daniels, right?”

“Yeah, I am,” Daniels replied.

“Oh, wow,” Nicole said, smiling.   “Um… I’d hate to bother you, but… I’m, like, your biggest fan, and, it’s okay if you’re busy and you don’t want to, but, um… could I get an autograph… please?”

“Sure,” Chris says, taking the autograph book.   “Who should I make it out to?”

“Nicole,” she says, infuriating Portia, who immediately rushes over to the gushing Nicole.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Portia says, pulling Nicole away from the Fallen Angel.

“What?   I’m just getting an autograph,” Nicole said.   “I mean, hello, he’s one of my favorite wrestlers!   Hell, I even use his Last Rites as a finisher!”

“Is there a problem?” Daniels asks the disguised Canadian Ninjas.

“Oh, no,” Nicole said.   “My friend here just thinks I’m being rude.”

“Oh, no, it’s no problem at all,” Daniels says, handing Nicole back her autograph book.   “In fact, I don’t know if you two know about this, but Ring of Honor is taping TV at the old ECW Arena later today, and there’s still tickets available if you…”

“Oh, yeah,” Nicole said.   “We’re totally going to be there!”

“Great,” Christopher says to the young girls.   “Maybe I’ll see you there!”

“Cool!” Nicole says as Daniels makes his way out of the diner.  

Portia then takes that moment to push Nicole and ask her, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, it’s not like he recognized us,” Nicole said.   “And, besides, he’s not even the real problem at the moment.” Nicole then nodded her head towards an angered Kiyoshi, who simply stared ahead, looking like he could explode at any moment.   “He is.”

Just then, Kiyoshi took a sugar dispenser from off the table where he and Daniels sat and threw it at the large mirror behind the counter, where the diner’s owner just happened to be at that very moment.   As the glass shattered, the owner started screaming at Kiyoshi, who just walked slowly out of the diner, passing the Ninjas along the way.

Just as Kiyoshi stepped out of the diner door, Portia’s cell phone went off.

“Who is it?” Nicole asked.

“Who do you think?” Portia replied, sarcastically.   “Hello?”

“So, what happened?” Heath Slater, who had apparently been watching all of this from the Laundromat across the street, asked Portia.

“I don’t know,” Portia said, snidely.   “Maybe you should ask your girlfriend…”   Portia then tosses her phone to Nicole.

“Hey babe,” Heath says to his girl.   “You all right?   Looks like some Asian guy just threw a hissy fit over there!”

“Yeah,” Nicole said.   “We think he’s that guy who was talking to Triple H last week, asking him about Stephanie.”

“Really?” Heath asked.

“Yeah,” Nicole said.   “Seems he and Daniels had a pretty heated discussion, and Chris kind of just walked out on him.”

“He with us?” Heath asked.

“Hardly,” Nicole replied.   “I didn’t really hear much of what they said, but, whatever he told Chris, he didn’t buy into.   Seems he’s not all that concerned about us.”

“Who?   Daniels, or the Asian guy?” Heath asked.

“Daniels,” Nicole answered.   “I don’t know too much about that Asian guy, though.”

“Hold on, Wade’s asking me…” Heath said, trailing off.   “Yeah, that’s the guy.   The girls said he was talking to Daniels, and…   Hey, babe?   Can I call you… on second thought… Well, hold up, Wade, I gotta tell the girls… all right… Just meet us at The Arena.   We’ll go from there.”

“All right,” Nicole said.   Looking up to Portia, Nicole says to her, “They’re going to meet us at The Arena.”

“Works for me,” Portia said, pulling off what was apparently just a purple wig.   “Goddamned thing was practically suffocating me!”

“I know,” Nicole said, pulling off her blonde wig, “I can’t believe Wade actually wanted us to wear these ridiculous things!”   Meanwhile, some of the other customers in the diner were staring at them.   “What?   You’ve never seen two girls go around wearing colored wigs before?”

“Cha!” Portia shouted.   “Like, what the hell?”   Tossing their wigs into the nearest garbage can, the Ninjas made their way out of the diner, as Portia sighed, “People, man.   What the f*cking hell…”