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The door flew open and the morning sky streaked across the room as Levi stood in the doorway, his black leather jacket blowing in the wind. The cool, cold air was like a knife, jabbing at his lungs, forcing him to breathe through his mouth, exhaling quickly.

As Levi stepped out onto the roof, the first time he had done so in many many months at ANY arena, he looked over the parking lot. The ring crew were here this morning, setting up the arena. Putting up the Tron. Arranging the ropes. Getting the lights and sound checked.

It was almost showtime.

Tonight was the biggest night in RWA history, and Levi was part of it. How Ironic that the RWA may be on the verge of its first Wrestlemania type show, and here was Levi helping kick it off.

"Only to go away again.."

Was he really gonna do it? Was he REALLY gonna leave the RWA? It had been a long time, he had seen the RWA grow from just an offshoot of the RWF, run by a former wrestler, playing the small arenas through the world, getting just enough people to cover expenses. And now. Pontiac Silverdome.

93,000 people, many of them, fans of the man everyone loved to hate. Tommy Levi. He knew the reaction might just stop him from leaving. The RWA fans were like that, very rabid, very smart, very loyal. Shit, they watched TV 24 hours a day just to catch promos from guys like Tazz, for Christs sake.

But that was all aside. Tonight was more than just a match with Justin Sane, and his chance to FINALLY prove that all those wins Sane had were nothing but complete flukes and screwjobs. Tonight was about his honor. He could go out on top. Not as champion, that never really mattered, but as a Man.

A Man. Heh.

BE A MAN GODDAMMIT! STAND UP AND BE A FUCKING MAN!

He shook it off. That was long ago and far away. Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are.

Much closer.

He could feel it in his hands tonight. Nerves. Lots and lots of nerves. He would probobly make more than one trip to the restroom tonight. His nerves were ok right now, but when he heard the sound, that GLORIOUS fucking sound, of 93,000 people, screaming, stomping, cheering, booing, ALIVE, the electricity... my god. My GOD it was going to be something he would never ever forget. WWF, Japan, anyone. He helped build this motherfucker, and tonight he gets to see it succeed.

He sat on the roof and bundled his jacket closer, watching cars pass on the highway. The morning light was bright, shining down on him, daring his sunglasses to reflect back. It was so beautiful, this whole day. And so would be tonight. Tonight he didnt just fight to win.

He fought to live.

His memory would live on in 93,000 peoples minds if it was the LAST goddamn thing he did. Justin Sane was a worthy foe, one much more than Levi had ever given credit to publicly, but he was a man who had gotten lucky. Tonight, Levi needed no luck. Fate was on his side.

And Fate was smiling that goddamn shit-eating grin at him right now.
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