But don’t think that you have the only power to ask that simple, but deadly, question. Don’t think for a minute that you, Jem, are the only one that has the "What if?" question on his mind about his opponent. I got a few for you, Jem. What if, for example, I do beat you? What if I take the title that you call your own....and call it my own? What if I do that, Jem? What will happen next? What will be in store for the Jem Williams experience?

I mean, all you talked about is how I was a kid....and how I am going to be put behind the proverbial shed and smacked around a few times. All you talked about is how I am only going to become a "mid card guy" until the day I decide to direct myself to the back and leave my shoes in the middle of the damn ring. All you talked about is how you don’t like me...how I annoy you...how I am not making any sense....how this...and how that. Jem, WHAT IF that man...beats you? What if, at Leap of Faith, I beat you for that title? What if I take what you call your own?

Jem, I see things differently then the way you see them. I mean, yes...we are both fighting as we inch closer and closer to the grave, just like you said. Yes, we break everything....tear up the ring....break apart the steel cages and bring down the walls...yes, we see all that happening. But, Jem, you only said what happened to me....but what happens to you, Jem? I mean, you just got beat by someone you claim to be better then. You just got beat, one on one, for your title...by me? What happens next?!

I mean, what happens to you, Jem...when you sit there...in the corner of the room...depressed....almost to the thoughts of suicide dancing around in that little head, like sugar plumb fairies....thinking that you just got beat by "a kid," "a menace," "a mid card superstar" and that "mid-card superstar" is holding the belt that you, Jem Williams, wanted to keep from kingdom come?! What happens to you, then? Do you just get up and walk out...never to show your face in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation again? Do you try and try and try to redeem yourself by trying to win back that title? Do you try to go after smaller, less comparable to the Universal title? Or do you just....die off? Just go...away?

But Jem, whatever happens to you...I won’t care. Whatever happens will happen, though, because...you see...I don’t care how long this title reign will run...I don’t care how long that you think I got left. I don’t care that you think that I am going to get, quote, "fed to the wolves" at all angles. I don’t care about any of that, Jem. What I do care about...is that Universal title. If they want a piece of me....I am not going to be that little scared little boy. I am not going to be that kid that you mocked. I am not going to be that kid that just sits in the corner...scared to come out and play with the big dogs. You look at the Universal title...and that baby says that you are, without a shadow of a doubt, THE BEST competitor in the game, right now. That you are the champion among champions. That you are, Jem, one of the biggest stars this world...nay, UNIVERSE...has ever seen in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. And you know something? I am not going to be afraid, Jem. I am not going to be the scared little boy. I am going to be that man you wanted me to be for this match. I am going to be standing tall...standing strong. I don’t care who the hell comes in my way. Hell, it may even be a pack of wild fucking wolves, as you said, I will defend that title that you have...and I will defend it with honor and dignity....something that, in case I missed something with you Jem Williams, the Universal title has never seen in a loooong time.

Jem, you gave me two choices of how it’s going to be....how you picture something like a match between "Big Tyme" Zach Rizza and Jem Williams SHOULD go...not how it WILL go. And, quite honestly, nothing caught my eye, Jem. I don’t like neither one of the two categories. So...I made up one of my own....a category that I will make up...a category that I will pick....and a category that I will definitely succeed at doing. It’s not "Rape Me Lightly" or "It Hurts Pulling a Size Twelve Boot Out of My Ass." It’s just very simple...it’s, actually, just one simple word...a word that has....many different meanings. A word that, if you use it right, means how you will look on this very night, Jem. A word that, if you picture it correctly, will show you and the world what I am talking about.

That word: "Upset."

For you, Jem, upset is going to be the way that you feel after I take that title away from you. "Upset" will, also, be the feeling you get when I don’t drop the belt, that I won from you, and walk out after seeing my first challenge. "Upset" will be the feeling you get when you see that I DO deserve the title as much as you did and, Jem, "upset" will be the way that your stomach will feel when you realize...that you, Jem Williams....THE LEGEND HIMSELF....lost to a man that he spent an entire week calling....a mid card superstar.

You see, I don’t give you choices though. Jem, I tell you how it’s going to be. I don’t need choices. I don’t need to "rape" anyone. I got my girl and my kid at home, I don’t need to rape or get raped to have a good time, chief. And, yes, I will probably have to get that size twelve boot up my ass...but you, Jem, have a lot of experience having twelve footers up your keister, I am just not going to go there. My ass won’t ever forgive me if that’s what you meant by "boot."

So, Jem...I don’t need to pick one of your choices. I don’t need to pick how I am going to take it in that ring on Sunday night on pay per view with the whole world watching. Jem, you need to pick, though, and it goes right back to the What If’s. Hell, I am not even going to say "WHAT IF" Jem....what will happen WHEN I pin you one, two, three? What will happen WHEN I am declared the Universal champion? You are not going to know what to do. You are just going to do the same thing you said that I was going to do, Jem, not know what to do. Your whole being here in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation....was to get the Universal title. Your whole being here, Jem, was so that you can hold on to "your" title until YOU feel like letting it go...until YOU decide that it’s time to go. Well, Jem..you hit a little speed bump on the way when you were going one hundred miles an hour. You are just going to crash and burn, Jem, not know where to turn...not knowing what’s up, what’s down, what’s straight, and what’s round. You will be confused....dazed...numb...knowing that I have what you had....and that I beat you...to have it.

That’s the thing of you being so hostile towards me. You know that if I beat you...that’s it! I mean, you thought you were going to have an easy path to 08-08-08 and an easier path to the next Pay Per View, whatever the hell that is, and you thought that you were going to be Universal champion around that time. But...you never expected the unexpected. You never expected that a man, as of I, would EVER have that chance to become Universal champion, let alone defeat you to do so. You never expected that I would have even a glimmer of hope to walk out of any match holding that Universal champion.

But, you know something? I am going to tell you what you told me, Jem. Right now...you’re me. And, right now, I am the hungriest dog on the block. I am that dog that is looking for a bite to eat and, Jem, you are the juiciest piece of meat anyone of the X-treme Wrestling Federation has seen. You are the one all of these hungry dogs want to bite...you are the one that everyone in the dog pound wants to pounce on....and here I am....a small, but yet very....very....very....very dangerous little dog....with a bark as big as his bite....in front of the line. A man like me, Jem, may be the biggest underdog you have ever faced....but I am still a dog. I am still hungry and I haven’t been this hungry ever since I stepped foot in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation.

And who do I have to thank for that? Who’s the man that taught me to become that hungry dog and not be that little bitch that needs to be put to sleep to be taught a lesson? That’s right, the Universal champion, himself, everyone...Jem Williams. Jem, calling me out like that...got to me. It really got to me. But did I sit here and cry about it? Did I come out and say "I can’t believe you said that! You bitch! BOO HOO!" Something that you, I know, though that I was going to come out to do?

No, I became a man. I stood up for myself, and...quite honestly...I think I got into your head, Jem. I think that I, actually, made you think a little bit. I mean, I know it’s hard for you and all...but I just made you...think. I mean, I am facing you on Sunday...and here I am...saying shit like "You’re right" and "You taught me to become a man" and all of that other shit. I am sitting here telling you this...and you’re confused. Jem, I know the feeling. I mean, I have been on the other side of this same conversation. Someone...saying something good about me...in their promos....against me. I mean, it made me think that either A) I’m psycho or B) they are psycho. Never, Jem, did I think that I was going to be standing here....talking into this microphone...into this camera...talking to you, as well as my fans, and say that I respected you....that I agree with you...and that you taught me to become a man. That, probably, got to you in more ways then one, chief.

You see, right now...I feel like I have already won. I feel like there’s nothing left but to collect that gold and go to that "BELT CEREMONY" on Massacre. But, if it wasn’t for you Jem, that is what I would be doing, right now. I would be focusing on the after party....with celebrities...Chardonnay...and rockin’ good times left and right with my Universal title picture to be on display front and center. I would still be that kid…thinking that the only thrill is to just be in the Universal title picture, thinking to myself…just like everyone else is thinking right now…that I don’t have a chance against Jem Williams and that I am just proud of being in another main event…at another pay per view…against another legend, like Jem Williams. But, you know something? A year or so ago…yes, that would have been me. A year or so ago, I would have just been fine diddly fine with just being front and center, again. Being “Big Tyme” in the big time for a little while. Having the main stage once in a while. But now, Jem, I am all growed up. I knowingly want to be in this thing for a loooong time to come. I don’t just want to sit there and have an opportunity slip away from me again…I don’t want another nonsensical title. I want that title, Jem. I want the Universal title.

Like I said before…you can change the boy to the man…but the man’s dream is still the same when he was a boy. Jem, my dream is to become Universal champion. My dream is to be on that main stage from this point on. My dream, Jem Williams, is to walk in a pay per view, time and time again, as the Universal champion…as YOUR Universal champion and walk out that same night STILL your Universal champion.

But Jem, there’s one way to start that venture into the “dream world” and that is to become Universal champion. Looking at the road ahead of me, I know it’s not going to be easy…hell, it will probably be one of the hardest things that I, myself, has ever done in the X-treme Wrestling Federation. But I am sure as hell not going to find myself crying…dropping the belt…and leaving the Universal title behind, like you claim I am going to do. I know what it takes, Jem. I know what it takes to be so close you can taste it…but only getting a small little lick of the gold before it was taken away from me. Jem, I want that belt…and I know you said that it will be over your dead body to get that belt…but let me tell you, Jem, I would KILL for that belt and if I do have to kill someone for the chance to hold that title, you bet your damn ass I will. Jem, you have made me into a man, congradulations…now watch as this man fully develops into YOUR Universal champion!

---===We’ll be right back.===---

---===Welcome to the Big Tyme===--- ZACH RIZZA
Randy Eel
Japanese Girl
I wake up…wh at the hell happened? I was just sitting in my car…now I am sitting in…what the hell is this? It feels like a dungeon. A dark, damp, dungeon. But it seems that I have been in this place before. It seems that I have been in this same spot one point in my life. I just don’t know when it was. I never saw this place or been to this place before…but it just seems….familiar. It just looks so life like that I remember every detail…but I don’t know where the hell I remembered this place from. That water dripping slowly on my head…that my hands tied behind my back and behind a chair. I sit here wondering where the hell I am…then I hear

Rizz…where are we?

It’s Randy’s voice. He’s sitting right behind me…that’s another pair of hands that I feel…then I also feel a presence of a female, also sitting to the right of me…but she’s not moving and I don’t think I brought my girlfriend. I don’t think Mia came along with me. I just don’t know who the hell or what the hell happened. All I remember is that I was going to the show to pick Randy up and then….bang…here I am….in a warehouse….filled to the brim with wood and shit like that. I don’t know where I am, though, or how I got here. But I just know that I know that I am going to get the hell out of here and back home. Get to the life that I lead. I don’t care how it ends, it is not ending in a place where there is no way to know where the hell you are. That is no way to die, that is for damn sure. I am not going to die here, that’s another thing that is for damn sure. I just need to find a way to get out of here…I just need to get the hell out of these ropes and find out where the hell we are. I mean, this is really weird…you know? know this place…but I can’t imagine what the hell I am doing here….why the hell that we found ourselves in this mess that we’re in right now? There’s nothing that can remind me that we’re in any place that I am familiar of. But I look above me and notice that there is a big hole that is in the middle of the three of us….in the middle of the room, actually. The sunlight shines through and hits the faces of the “hostages”, I guess you call me…Randy…and the other nameless girl, who is unconscious…or not talking…or something. It’s weird that I know this place…but I just don’t remember from where…that I know this locale but I don’t know WHY I know some place like this. I mean, this dark…damp…sooty…wet place is something familiar…something that I have been here before. I just don’t remember where I have seen this place before.

But then…I hear two sets of footsteps. One set is going at a normal pace…but another set is a little jumpy and scattered about, sometimes. I also hear the man telling this person to shut up and stop moving around and being very angry and hostile towards that girl…or someone that’s being a girl. I then here a cell door open and shut…kind of like I jail, I am not in one of those cells, though, and nor is Randy…yet, we are found in captivity…kind of like a prisoner of war. Then, we hear one set of footsteps…coming very quickly towards our door. The footsteps get louder as we, now, hear synical laughter….a deep laugh….a laugh that I thought only happened in the movies when someone was going to get murdered or shot or stabbed or shit like that. I don’t want that to happen. Not to me, at least, or the peope that I am, right now, trying to “defend” by being tied up here with them.

Even though I don’t know where I am, I do know why there is someone out there that is kidnapped me and is, probably, a few hours away from taking me, Randy, and whoever this girl is that is sitting next to me. I sit there, head down, listening to the combination of water drops and the footsteps that come closer. I sit there, hoping that this man doesn’t shoot the first damn person he sees. I hope that this man has the courtesy to stop…maybe talk a few…and then try and gun down people. Maybe have a ransom note or something, I mean…I am better off alive then I am dead to this guy. Me an Randy are like the big fish in the smallest of small ponds in this case, though. If he wanted all the charges dropped, who else then the lone survivors of that blaze? Who else would he want to save for having that man, they called a sensei, delivered back into society without any real punishment? I mean, I am a star, man, and I know that this man knows that…from the paper it says “Wrestler” after both of our names so this man could, probably, use us in getting that man back into society. Help that man get his “life back” in order and help out the Yakuza or whatever the hell that crime family is.

I look up, I see a hanging office with a lookout guard…I guess a sniper. That is, probably, one of the easiest ways that we can, in fact, get the hell out of here alive. I feel friction from the female captive…I don’t want to say anything…or else it will attract the guards who, as you might know, have a keen place to pick all three of us off in one fucking hot shot from the bullet.

I slightly turn my head…there sits a Japanese women…looks like she has been here for about a few months.

What are you doing?

I try not to sound alarming…just whispering so that the guards won’t hear me, or her.

I help…we stuck…we need to be free, before they kill all of us…before they shoot us dead. Must tell story to judge to punish man and go to jail. Man tried to kill all of us…man tried to take our life and spare no one but himself and money. He is a very bad man, that is for sure.

But you might just want to not look so intent. Don’t you see the guards that are posted around the area? You could get killed out here, you could become like the rest of them. You could become dead, do you know what that means?

Yes, but it’s a risk I have to take for my people. A risk for my country is a risk that I shall take to grave and when I meet my God in heaven. Don’t need to be chicken. Don’t need to be coward. Just want to have courage to do what I have to do. Plus, I want to save other people from coming with me, if I do pass on. I must save people as much as I can and not try to get caught and try to save everyone here. I am free, now, I drop the key in your palm…use it…I shall try and escape this place. I shall try to free others as I have freed myself. It is what my true master would have told me to do. It shall be done by skill and precision. Fair well, young captive. Hope your travels are…

All of a sudden, gun shots ring out, directed at the young girl. I clinch my hands into a fist so I don’t show the guards that I have something in my hand. I close my eyes so I don’t see the carnage that has taken place before me. My whole body tightens up…as so I don’t be shocked if a bullet strikes me. The bullets stop. My body loosens up…the tension is gone for that moment. I open my eyes, first I check my body…just in case I got a loose bullet lodged in my ass. I then look down at the girl…about fifteen shots were fired…fifteen pretty remarkable bullet holes are in this girl’s body.

I unclinch my hand, the “key” (which happens to be a razor blade) is, pretty much, embedded through the skin and leaving a nice puncturing wound, or so I think. All of a sudden the door swings open…and I finally figured out why this place looks so familiar.

The dark figure, with light surrounding him so he looks even more shadow-like begins to walk towards me. But the only thing different about this one is that I see his hands swaying back and forth and know that he is, actually, not carrying a conceled weapon of any kind. I sit there, looking up at the figure and smiling as I start to cut the rope from my hands (razor blades aren’t really that sharp to cut through this shit…but hey, it’s actually doing a pretty damn good job). I clinch my hand, again, when I see that he’s about to strike me. The man winds up, and hits me in the face. I begin to laugh.

Is that all you got?

The man, now angrier, hits me again.

You hit like a bitch, do you know that? I mean, come on…my girlfriend can hit better then that. Is that all you got?

Come on, I am almost there. I am there. The third time…the guy grabs a glock from his side, I push the gun over to the man that’s on the ledge of that building near the rooftop and it knocks the man down. I grab his arm, and slices this mystery guy’s throat with the razor blade that girl gave me. I grab the Glock the man dropped and fired rounds into all of the guys that are trying to get me. I slice Randy’s cuffs and start to bolt up the scaffolding and stop….now what? There’s nothing but a telephone line that connects the scaffolding to the ledge of that building. I grab a bloody sock from one of the gunmen and have Randy hold on as we both, slowly, slide to the ledge. We jump up to the top of the roof top…but then I lose my footing and start to slide down very fast off of the ledge that was there, and on to the hard concrete. I get up, limping a little bit, and then Randy comes down the ladder. There’s nothing but a speed boat in the water, so I get into the drivers seat and Randy in the passangers side as we speed off down the three rivers, with the men shooting bullets at us and at the water.

What the hell just happened?

I don’t know, man, I just don’t fucking know. Just leave me alone, alright? I mean, I just killed a man. That’s not a good thing to just say. I just killed a fucking man, man. That’s going to look horrible. I never killed a guy before.

Just calm down, man. It was self defence. He had you against your will. It’s not that bad, actually. Just calm down big Rizz. You did good out there. Lets hope that’s the last of those motherfuckers.