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Billy Ray McBride was a guy who thought he had it all worked out.  He had a future planned after college, a great girl in his life, loving parents, the works.   That is, until his twenty first birthday, when all of that was taken away.  On that fateful day, his father was murdered right in front of him, setting in motion a string of events that would change Billy's life forever.

Walter McBride is a career man with the FBI, and is ready to walk away from it all. Retirement is calling to him, and he is more than ready to answer that call.  For too long, there has been too many long nights, too many fatherless occasions, too much strain on his marriage and health.  He has finally accepted the fact that it is time for him to close his records and file them away.  The announcement of this grand decision was meant to be the birthday gift to his son.

Over twenty years in service with the FBI can give a man plenty of chances to make enemies, and even a personal nemesis from time to time.  Walter's was a well connected mobster, by the name of Antonio Callistone.  In fact almost all of Walter's career was dedicated to the downfall of the Callistone empire.  Walter should have informed the syndicate that he was walking away.  Too close for comfort, a price was put on Walter's life.  On his twenty first birthday, Billy sat and watched in horror as his father was gunned downed.

Love, hope, and happiness are replaced by anger, hate, and vengeance.  His father's murder case was being swept under the rug, and no one seemed to care. Billy cared.  This gave him the self appointed duty of serving justice.  Becoming a driven man, Billy will not stop until his father's murder is avenged.  To protect the innocent people connected to his life, he alienates himself believing it would make his friends and family safe.  He will find out that it isn't that easy for a man to change who and what he is.

 

          Inspiration comes from personal references in life. I was, in my youth, a huge fan of professional wrestling.  In the south, during the seventies, it was as much a part of the lifestyle as college football, and country music. Later in life, when my uncle joined the tag team ranks, as one of the Masked Medics, I was always the first to be ready to go.  One night, they needed a referee that could take some rough action.  Being comfortable serving as my uncle's punching bag when he trained, I accepted, and my brief career in the industry was born.  I enjoyed the limelight during this short time, and learned how to take a punch the hard way.  Even though I never had the heavyweight, superstar, physique to be a "wrastler", I can honestly say that I had my time in the ring just the same.  To all of the guys who showed me the ropes, here's to you.

                                                                                                                                                                         Stacy A. Wright

 

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