The Revelation

The Revelation The last time we were with our friends, midget #2 was taking a whack off the bong just as Nester boarded the protein blast blimp. In an awkward moment mainly caused from Nester not speaking in almost two years, midget #2 exhales the smoke and speaks.

Midget #2 - "You wanna take a whack off this Nester? It's the good stuff...."

Nester smiles, a nice change from his cold stare. He extends his hand for the bong and puts it to his lips. He takes the lighter and scorches the sticky icky, filling his lungs with thick, luscious smoke. His eyes roll back in pure joy before he slowly exhales, letting the smoke billow out of the blimp. Afterwards, Nester changes the entire situation surrounding him by doing nothing more than speaking aloud.

Nester - "That's some good shit..."

With those words and that hit of the ganja, Nester had somehow managed to change the entire scenereo. Here he is, free for the time being. He's hanging with a couple midgets used for comic relief from five years ago. The worst part of all this is that now that Nester is speaking, a lot of people are worried what he may say. We cut to an exclusive hide out somewhere in western New York. The midgets and Nester are sitting around a table in a dimly lit garage. A black hooka sits in the middle of the table as the three smoke away. When they finish their business midget #1 decides its time to get on the Nesterman.

Midget #1 - "You know, now that you are out of the asylum, you don't have to goto King Karnage. You can skip that whole thing and we'll hang out and smoke fatties."

Nester - "No that ain't gonna work. The Nesterman has never backed out of a match in his life. I might not be locked up anymore but, I'm gonna go there and put on a match for everyone to remember me by. Only difference is that I'm not doing it for Rod....I'm not doing it for Dick....I'm not even doing it for the GFW. I'm doing it for the fans."

Midget #2 - "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard you say in my life Nester...."

Barely before that dumb midget could finish and Nester bitch slaps him out of his chair. He looks to the other midget who is still holding his hose from the hooka, then back to the one on the floor. He points down at him and begins to tell him how it is.

Nester- "No you little fuck......the fans are the only people who have had my back. I got so many damn cards and stupid shit sent to me while I was locked up. Who else gave a shit? Dick, Rod....everyone.....they never came to visit me. They left me hanging dry. The whole problem with that is that I ended up in there for them. I let the entire brutality division consume my life in and out of the ring. It became me and I used that to defend the GFW after Dick sold out to the nWo. But, no one had my back the whole time, not even you!"

Midget #1 - "Well Nester....we got your back now. We'll get you to King Karnage in Philly."

The other midget stands back up and agrees with his little buddy.

Midget #2 - "Yeah we'll help you so you can put on the match of the year with Kid Kaos."

Midget #1 - "The match of the decade!"

Nester - "Yea whatever, we're gonna put on the match of the century. Now pack that shit up."

The cure all has been found. Smoking dank nugs changes Nester from a vicious beast back into his old self. Almost back in the day when he would always forget to take his medicine. Who will we see at King Karnage? Weed smoking, funny man who wants to please the fans or the vicious, cold blooded, asylum lurking freak? Stay tuned in to GFW's King Karnage on GFW.com's webcast to find out if the Nesterman forgot to take his medicine.