I am The Game and I'm Just That Damn Good.

Sounds impressive huh? It's supposed to. I'm supposed to sound like a world class bad ass. The biggest heel in the business.

Good thing my fans can't see me now.

I'm at home now. I spent all day at the rehab center trying to get my leg into shape. I feel like shit. You know what I am doing right now? Bawling like a baby.

Sean called me.

Now generally he doesn't have this effect on me, but he had some news.

Shawn called him.

Justin was getting ready to take the phone off the hook when it rang. Sean said that Justin was so mad he threw the phone at him and stormed out of the hotel room telling The Kid to call him when the rest of the Kliq is done getting potty trained.

I may have to kick Justin's ass when I get healthy again.

Apparently Kevin and Scott already interrupted them so I guess I understand his mood.

Wanna know why I'm bawling? Shawn wants me back.

After everything I did. I treated him like shit. I owe him more than I can tell you people. If it weren't for Shawn there would be no Game. He taught me everything... onscreen and off. He taught me how to grab the crowd and hold them in the palm of my hand. He taught me how to take all the shit that was heaped on me and use it to improve my character. He taught me how to keep fighting no matter what anyone else says or does. He taught me how to love a man. He taught me how to be proud of loving a man.

He was my first. I had never even thought of being with a man 'til I met Shawn. But then I met him and... WOW! Something just clicked. It was like I found something I had been looking for since God only knows when... only I didn't realize it. There is something about him that just... gets to me.

When I'm around him I can't imagine the world existing without him. When he isn't here I know it doesn't exist without him.

I miss him.

I ache for him.

I was so dumb and naive and he was so patient and loving. I owe him everything.

I know he fucked around. But he was always discreet. And I knew it was all a part of the game. I knew where he always came back to. I always knew it was me he loved... the rest is just sex.

Besides, he was always good to me. He stuck up for me. He was the one that convinced Vince to let me be his DX partner. He felt bad after the Kliq Incident. He hated the fact that I had to take all the heat.

When he realized that his spot was in jeopardy he fought like a caged animal... he was ruthless protecting it against those that wanted to take it from him... until I came along. He didn't do anything that the rest of us wouldn't do. That is the name of the game. If you're not tough enough to take it then baby you don't disserve it.

He groomed me. He tutored me. He made sure that when my time came I would be ready to overtake whoever was ahead of me.

He just never knew it was his spot I was after.

He didn't know I had become consumed with becoming the best. When Flair said that in order to be the best you gotta beat the best I believed him... and Shawn was the best. He never saw me coming. I didn't just take his spot from him I made sure he had NO CHANCE to come and take it back.

He did something no one at the top has ever done before. When he was knocked off he gracefully stood in second place. He allowed himself to be humbled. And all I did was punk him for it. I took that last nail and made sure it was in that coffin lid and NEVER coming out.

I lied.

I told them that his ego was so far out of control that he would NEVER accept anything less than the best. I told them for years that he was lying about his back... that it wasn't as bad as he made out... Until it almost broke completely and I was assured he would never wrestle again. When he tried to play minor roles I whispered in his ear and fed his ego. Shawn is so easily manipulated sometimes. I kept at him until they had no choice but to send him home telling him he'd NEVER be back.

And all the while he was crying wondering what was happening. And now I played the tough one... listening to him cry when I knew I had caused all his pain.

I told myself that it was all ok. I did what I had to do to survive. I was the biggest and the baddest and Shawn was just a broken man. I was doing him a favor. I actually convinced myself of that.

Hell I convinced The Kid of that.

I was ruthless...

I was brutal...

I was obsessed.

Eventually I got exactly what I wanted. Shawn finally figured it all out and told me that he was gone forever. He said that some day I would look around and find out I was exactly where I always wanted to be... at the very top! I would be the best in the business. Then when I went to tell someone I would find out I was all alone and miserable.

He was right. Scotty always says what goes around comes around... he is right too.

About 2 weeks before I got hurt I was sitting in my hotel room bitching to Sean about Jericho and who does he think he is. The shit has been ruthless in his pursuit of my place. How dare he!

How could he do this to me?

I am the Game damnit!

You know what The Kid said??

He turned to me with this look of absolute hatred in his eyes (The Kid has NEVER looked at me like that before) and said…

"Did you think you would get away with it Hunter?"

"Did you really think The Kliq didn't know what you were doing to Shawn? Did you really think you were better than everyone who had come before you? Did you think there wouldn't be payback?"

"We woulda punked your ass then if it wasn't for fuckin' Shawn. Kevin was ready to break you in two and Scotty was so mad he couldn't speak. But not Shawn. He just sat there. Not speaking. Looking like his world had ended."

"You know what he said?"

"He said that if we wanted to pay you back we would let what you did to him happen to you. Let nature take its course. Eventually someone would come along and teach me a lesson."

Then he stood up and got right in my face and said, "you are pathetic!"

"I despise you and everything you've become! If that is what being the big man is... I'll stay right here in the middle thanks. Don't look to the Kliq to support you this time Mr. Game. 'Cause it ain't happening."

When The Kid walked out of that room I felt like someone had run over me with a Mac truck. I realized what I had done and what I had lost.

And now he wants me back?

Why? Why would he even give me the time of day?

God, please tell me there is a chance. I know I can't make up for what I have done to him, but... there has to be something.

I'll do anything.

I'll give up everything.

I miss him.

I need him.

I love him.

Tell me there is a way!!

Please.



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