A/N: Uh…After I pretty much fucking DIED during RAW…you all saw why. I'm not going to extrapolate on that. Well, after that happened, I thought of the title for this but then had to put a Superstar to it. I thought of doing Edge again, but…Emma wanted a Kennedy story and I think he works just splendidly for this story.

Kennedy…Kennedy's POV. Word. It's short because it's a starter chapter.

They say it's impossible to hate everything.

I aim to be the one bastard to prove the aforementioned statement to be false.

Shall I start with the mere obvious?

I hate water because it doesn't have any taste to it. Yeah, I bet you weren't expecting that one, were you?

I hate air. You can't see it, but it's there. That's just creepy, kind of like child molesters and murderers. You usually don't see them, but they exist and are probably watching you at night while you're sleeping. Bet you'll close your blinds tonight.

I hate food because it makes you fat. I don't like looking at fat people. I don't like being fat. See a pattern?

I bet you think I love myself. Well, I don't. Hell, I wouldn't be friends with me, would you?

Do you want to know how I got this way? Well, I couldn't even tell you if I wanted to. It's none of your business, and quite frankly, I don't even remember. I've lived a life full of bullshit and lies, but I'm not trying to give you a sob story. Then again, who hasn't lived a life full of bullshit and lies these days? Show me a person who hasn't and I'll show you either someone who doesn't exist or someone who's been on some serious drugs since the day they left the womb.

Yes, I even hate wrestling. Shocking, I know. How can I hate my profession? If I hate it so much, why did I work so hard to get far in the business? Well, I never used to hate it. I'm employed by a company that doesn't give a shit and it has tarnished my views on the world's oldest sport. What a drag.

Don't confuse my asshole tendencies with being fake. I really do hate everything.

Especially that slut, Emma.

She screwed me over in more ways than one. I lost everything because of that conniving, trifling little whore.

Hate doesn't even begin to describe what I feel for her.