I walk through the hallways in my wrestling attire. I could hear the crowd roaring and shaking the ground as I walk toward the curtain. I look over my left shoulder, there laid the World heavyweight championship. A championship that I had worked my bones to the marrow to get. A championship that I had beaten the X-Treme Wrestling Federation’s top stars to get. The championship that made me one of the greatest wrestlers that the X-Treme Wrestling Federation has ever seen!
I walk by many wrestlers who are already dressed for the ride home, many of them I know from previous matches. I walk by trainers and others who smile and nod as I reach the curtains. I stop before looking behind me…I look down at my title, again, and smile. I crack my neck and go through the curtain. The pyro begins to fill the entrance…covering my entire body…I barely can see the ring, but I can hear the whole crowd roar with all that they can muster.
I begin to walk down the ramp…I, then, feel a heavy pull on my leg and stop. I look down…the fog machine’s rolling so much that I cannot even see my own leg. I look in the direction of the ring…the fog is so thick that I can’t even see it. I burst through the fog curtain…
LET’S DO THIS!
I bust through the fog…and I’m sitting up in a hospital bed. The fans have turned into machines. Jason Mudd and Jayzon Williamz have turned into my doctor and his nurse. My entrance music is now my heart rate monitor. The ring announcer is the television that’s now a televangelist. I feel my shoulder…the gold that I had on…the World Heavyweight championship…is no more. It is now replaced by a ton of different plastic tubes. I look down at my attire. It’s not my usual ring attire, as it is now a gown…and, instead of my wrestling trunks, I am…well…let’s just say…um…pantless. Yeah, pantless is a good word to go about thinking.
I look around…and the sounds of the hospital are completely different from the cheers, from the lights, and from the grandeur that the wrestling community had…everything is just too different. I look at the doctor who is writing something down on his clipboard. I look over at the nurse and she’s wide eyed and looking at me like she has seen a ghost. I look at my complexion…and, maybe that’s the reason….I’m white as a damn ghost.
Doctor, did I just say that out loud?
Yeah, but it’s alright. That’s, basically, what this drug we have you on is for. It’s to flush the other drug that was in you, in very high quantities, you are lucky to be alive. Someone wanted you dead, buddy. It’s just a matter of luck that you are here tonight.
I look at the doctor with an abnormally confused look on my face.
I was drugged?
That’s the gist of it, Mr. Rizza. It will take a couple of days before you get one hundred percent…maybe even less than one hundred percent…who knows, maybe you won’t even come back to the full one hundred percent.
I slam my head down on the pillow and sigh deeply. Without any other words, the doctor and nurse goes out.
You know…I was really hoping to take some time off. I was really hoping to sit back and relax and take a load off of my life…Sit back and watch people, like the younger me, get their asses kicked all over the place. I was supposed to settle down with my family, take time off, have some quality time with my son, my wife, and my damn dog. I wanted that life to just sit down and reminisce on the memories that I had…the memories of beating a legend to win the Universal title…the memories of winning the X-Treme title seventeen friggin’ times…the memories of friends gained and foes born…these memories were MINE…all of that…was my plan!
However, the circumstances changed once what happened happened. Remember when I said that “foes born” thing? Yeah, one of those happened. You know who I’m talking about. This guy’s a skinny little prick who takes people out who he KNOWS isn’t better than? Yeah, Fuzz. That’s who.
You see Fuzz…you took me out before one of the biggest matches of my life. You took me out before I defended my title against two men who I hold highly in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation, one being a legend and the other is sure to be close to legend status, and yet…what happens? I get taken out before my match and, yes, I nearly died. So…here I am…in a hospital bed…thinking about my return to the X-Treme Wrestling Federation….
….when I was supposed to be thinking about the life that I have left to lead…I was laying in the hospital thinking at the best way that I could get at you, Fuzz. And, you know something? I still haven’t figured that out yet. I haven’t figured out the exact thing that I have to do to get back at you, yet, Fuzz…but, when I do, you will always regret sticking that needle in my thigh. You will regret the day that you took me out of commission. You, Fuzz, will be sorry that you had ever dreamt the day that you came back on MY account. Fuzz…you will pay for what you have done.
But…while I was recovering…I got a phone call from someone. This someone told me that there was a date that’s coming up…a very important date…a date that, let’s face it, comes only one time a century. Funny, though, because the guy who called me up and asked me to come in for this event can only count to 10.
However, his counting skills aside…this man IS a smart man. Because, honestly, who else on this roster has been in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation this long to have been a part of not only last year’s 09-09-09, but the previous year’s 08-08-08 AND EVEN 07-07-07? Who else on this roster has busted his ass off throughout the entire time he’s been in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation? Not taking any low roads to get where he is, not doing anything too fucking stupid, like stab someone with a needle and, pretty much, put him in a comatose state for a long period of time. I did it MY WAY and I wasn’t going to miss 10-10-10 for anything in the damn world! You kidding me?
So I jumped for the opportunity…however, wouldn’t you know it? I get put up against two guys that I knew from my previous encounters of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Hell, I thought Maximus wasn’t with the X-Treme Wrestling Federation anymore. I thought I saw his ship sail after the fiftieth time I beat him. I thought Maxipad knew when to pack it up and ship all of his shit out of there after I beat him a few hundred times. Maxipad STILL wants to be a part of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. But…I guess I have to do what I have to do.
Maximus…yes…I used your real name…I’m not that bad of a guy, now am I? I like that you are STILL thinking that you are tough shit. I mean, look who you are going up against? You’re going up against Christian Connolly, one of the men who has been in this game longer than yours truly…and…well….YOURS TRULY! What makes you, Maximus, think that you have a SHOT in hell against either one of us, let alone me one on one? What makes you think that you are going to go out there and “shock the world” and beat one of us? Even if you, somehow, get by Christian Connolly…you will NOT….I repeat……..NOT get by this man that stands before you right now.
Now, I know Christian Connolly got a rage boner when I mentioned that he was going to get beat by Maximus. I can feel his steam coming from his ears all the way over here. But, C2…remember him? Yeah, he’s the guy who’s running that other federation out there. That federation for old guys who just can’t do the hustle and bustle of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Yeah, I was supposed to go in that federation…I was supposed to be the top dog of that federation, just like I was with the X-Treme Wrestling Federation for all of those years, I was to do in this federation.
However, I waited…and I waited…and I waited….and I waited for my first card to be up. I was ready to get back in the game…but, you know something? That card never came. That match never happened and I was self-forced to go from his federation…to the federation I know I can trust. Then, while you are sitting in the shitter watching wrestlers that YOU KNOW are going to get their asses kicked if they EVER went out there and did what I did in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation.
The PWE was useless for me. Now, I say that again so no one takes it the wrong way. The PWE was useless…for me. FOR ME! Someone who’s been in this business for as long as I have doesn’t have time to go out there and beat kids that don’t deserve to be in the same ring as me. And, yet, there you are Christian…trying your damnedest to help these little brats out of jerking curtains in the minor leagues to, at least, jerk curtains in the XWF for people who’ve made it big in the XWF…LIKE MYSELF!
This Sunday, sir, you will find out why you are there…away from the XWF…while I was making history…while I was showing the entire X-Treme Wrestling Federation that I still got what it takes and I don’t have to beat up little punks to show my strength is still one hundred percent and that the PWE will just hold me back from winning all the times that I’ve won in my returns to the XWF. The PWE, and you…Christian….would have KILLED my legacy if I was in that piece of garbage…and now I get to show you what you would have held back. You get me, C squared…you get ME!