Skylar Thomas and His Obituary. A Final Farewell. -- Gladiator Wrestling Alliance

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You know, I guess I should be pretty pissed off about how I died. I never thought it would be of a drug overdose. Maybe life got the best of me... Stacey Jordan moved on with her life but I couldn't. I don't know why she captivated me like the way she did. Perhaps its the way she carried herself. But moving on, I was found face up in a hotel bathroom tub; eyes curled towards the ceiling as my head rested on the porceline edge on the basin. That grin was still on my face. That childish smirk. Celia was right. MindRazor did kill me. I guess I took too much of it at one time. Lately, I began to increase my dosage, just to see how far I could push the limit. It looks like I crossed that line. When the police did the autopsy on me, they couldn't identify the drug in my system, and ruled it as a upper/downer suicide. You know, when a person takes uppers, get to high, then take downers and get to low? Yeah, well thats what they put on my death certificate. Only my sister and a few people mourned over the loss. I only hoped Stacey had too. They buried me in London, next to Daelin Shard under a massive oak tree. Not a bad place to end a journey.

Thirty years have passed since I died. And nothing has changed remarkably. After my death, Celia returned to England, only to pursue a career as a banker and businesswoman. She always liked having her way. She followed her dream and now owns her own computer chip manufacturing company. She married her vice president and had two kids. They visit my grave every Saturday afternoon. It's a shame those kids won't grow up to know thier Uncle. Rellan Shard took the road of his older brother and released a new album with his new band "Breaking Point." Last I heard, the CD went triple platinum. He married Sonya Ainsley and had three children. They still live in London, in Rellan's flat. The Order pretty much disbanded since I had killed their leader. A group tends to do that when they lose direction. And here I am... A victim of my own greed. Sometimes I wish things could be different. But they aren't. Sometimes I even want to tell Andy and Terry Kenshin that I am deeply sorry, but I can't. I payed my debt with my life. No longer a danger to society. Just a rotting once living human. But despite my death, I have an odd sense of peace and fulfillment. It was my turn to sleep. I was very tired. I gues its like that with everybody. You live your life and get tired...and then you sleep.

I can only assume that the lives I affected had changed for the better. Maybe my death gave some people a sigh of relief. Maybe I took a load off somebodys shoulders. My career as a wrestler was onl a year. It's funny. An entire year had passed. I was on a rollercoaster. It was great. But on this ride, I decided to unlatch the seat belt and jump from the car. Did I commit suicide? No... It was accidental, but now that I am the way I am, I really don't miss living all that much. I miss the kiss of a beautiful woman. The way my sister smiled. A punch from a rival. But those things are gone. They have vanished. And this poor dead frame is all that's left. No hero vanquished the beast. No rival of mine ever got to slay me. But how I ironic is it that I was slayd by the beast within. Indeed...I was my own worst enemy. But, I'm here in the ground now and life goes on.

They say you never know what you've got, till its gone. That's the truth. I hardly cherished life - I was an assassin. But I came to realize that I was not helping people along in the theory of the survival of the fittest. I was just a killer. Plain ol' Skylar Thomas. Did you know my gun is in the Smithsonian? Yeah, they put it right next to the gun that killed Abraham Lincoln. Not like I'm proud of that or anything. They erected a Skylar Thomas memorial in Surrey, England, my hometown. Some residents thought it was horrible to dedicate a statue to a killer, but nevertheless, I did put the town on the map for the rest of the world. My step parents are since dead, having full lives. Celia and Rellan have thier families and their own lives. And me? I don't have one. But that's ok. I am free. Finally free. This is better than being released from bondage. I am detached from existence. It's feels...great. I can take a deep breath and smile and not worry about where my next meal is coming from, if Im wanted by the authorities, or if I have to prepare for a match. I am...free.

You don't know what I am feeling right now, and I don't expect you to understand. But you will...

Someday...

Don't worry though. Even though I can't be there in person, ol' Skylar Thomas thanks all the people who fought against him or beside him. Well... I'm a bit tired. I think I'll turn in. Sweet dreams everyone...