And I think I won on that round, don’t you think? I mean, you made me…pretty much…go bizerk on your ass. Not because of my mouth, but because of yours Jem. I mean, I loved it how you stood there and said that I was just annoying. Because, quite honestly, I find yourself to be the same thing. I find you to be cocky…to talk a whole damn lot. To talk and talk and talk and hoping that someone doesn’t shut you up the way that I shut you up. But, you know something? That was not enough for you, though. You, Jem, changed me in your talking….asking me questions about how I think…and what I think is going to happen in this match. The “What if” question. The “What makes you think” question. But, twice now, I had an answer for all of those, Jem. I have the answer for everything that you put up to me, so far. I think I fared pretty well, and I got into the mind of you, Jem. There’s nothing that you can think of that will make me think anything differently about this match, Jem. You could sit here…tell the world that if I win that the whole planet will blow up to smithereens and the only thing left will be cockroaches and Dick Cheney. You can say that all of the rulers in the world want you to win and that if I wind up winning the damn thing that they will send their armies to my address and bomb the place until I am no longer on the face of the earth. You can say whatever you want, Jem, I won’t back down for a minute. My goal is the X-Treme Wrestling Federation Universal championship and I don’t care who I have to get through to get to that goal.
Jem, we are almost at the moment where every word turns into actions and what we talk will, hopefully, equal to what we have to walk in this match. I will not stop, though, Jem. I can not be stopped, Jem. I have that feeling that it’s all going to be gravy once this match is over. I have a feeling that we will put on one of the best and biggest matches in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation history. But…I also believe, Jem, that we have an upset brewing. That there’s an upset that is sure to follow in the footsteps. There hasn’t been a big upset like the one I am thinking about since….well, since Heavy D won the World title a few months back. We are at that moment where everything that is supposed to happen…happens. That everything becomes normal. There needs to be some extraordinary terms that come out of this shit. They can’t just have a winner, just like that. The X-Treme Wrestling Federation needs some parody in situations like these, and Jem…that situation is, in my eyes, just about to happen. That you and I will wind up in the biggest upset in a while, Jem, and that I will beat you for that Universal championship. You can talk about wolves, different worlds, and different scenerios…but in each scenerio…you have said that I will become champion.
Don’t believe me? The “What if?” world…who was champion in that little world? Me. When the wolves…or dogs or whatever. Who was the champ then? Me. So, you see Jem…everything that you had…every example that you came up with…was with me as the Universal champion. It was like you were telling me…something. Something hidden. I mean, if I am the champion in the “dog eat dog” world and the “What if?” rhelm, all I have to do is beat you in the ring this Sunday night and I’ll be the king of the REAL world, Jem.
You see Jem, no matter what you said…you referred to me being the champion…never saying what would have happened if you were the champion…not saying what would take place if none of us were champion. You just said that I was the Universal champion.Now, I know the logical thing to say is that you were just setting up “examples” and shit like that…but, Jem, buddy…examples are examples of how things may go. Things MAY go like that once in a while, Jem, but if I am being mistaken…you showed me three examples of me becoming the Universal champion..of me becoming the “top star” of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Of me becoming higher then the thing that you said, Jem. You know, that “mid card” spot. I mean, hell..I am making my opponent believe that I am a champion, so what else do I got left? That is very simple, though. I, Zach Rizza, has to beat you, Jem Williams, to combine to worlds together…to just make true that the statements you were saying and how they COULD happen and all of that good stuff. I have to win to become a victim of those wolves or dogs, Jem. I have to win to have the “What if?” scenes to occur. There’s not a damn thing that I can do…if I don’t win. If I don’t win…we will never know how well I will fare with the big dogs in this business. If I do not win there’s no telling how good of an Universal champion that I would have become. If I don’t take the gold, there’s no telling how far the X-Treme Icon could go, yes…I am calling myself that again.But Jem…there’s only one way to find out if I will become a failure or a good champion. There’s only one way that anyone becomes a good champion. There’s only one way to start. Only one way to put those damn into motion, Jem. And I plan on that to happen this Sunday night, Jem. I plan on having the title around my waist to begin that journey no one would ever expect me to have…I plan on becoming the Universal champion, Jem Williams, and you’re the champion now…
So I will tell you what I have been telling people all the time when they held a belt that I have. I hope you hold on to that title…take that title to the beach…polish the gold….polish your name nice and shiny….buff the leather...take it out for dinner….where it around New York a few times..take it to Yankee stadium..get Madonna’s autograph and everything. Because when it’s all said and done….Uniondale will be the last place you remember having that Universal title. Uniondale will be the last place that you will obtain the gold that you wanted to get, one more time, from whomever had it. Uniondale, Jem Williams, will end the Jem Williams era and begin the Zach Rizza era.
Now, I am not going to say how well this era will fare up between the eras in the past. I am not sure as to how things will change…how things will fare in the era of “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza…but they will fare well every time I am in the ring holding that title. They will fare whenever I step foot in that ring….no matter where I am…I could be in Pittsburgh or Philly or New Brighton or Bangladesh or Istanbul, not Constanstinoble. I will not care where I am…the era of “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza will be a huge achievement.
I have been glocking about what I said last February…on how this year was going to be my year…that this year, unlike all other years, I find myself wearing Universal gold. That I find myself taking on all comers wearing this gold. That I will find myself waking up…starring the Universal title directly at the plate and the name plate would read “ ‘BIG TYME’ ZACH RIZZA.”
Hell, now…more then ever….will I enjoy wearing that title…because I would have to defeat the best opponent ever to hold on to that title. I would have to beat the best and the brightest this federation has to offer, this Sunday I will have to beat….Jem Williams….to win the Universal title for the illustrious FIRST TIME in my career. Me winning this belt, Jem, will be the biggest moment that has happened to me…and, look at me, I won a belt sixteen fucking times…and it will still top anything that I have done in this business.
But, Jem, you are probably thinking to yourself “Man, he’s just playing me off…He seems that he has won already….wha…wha…wha! “ Yet, you are correct. I am, kind of, playing you off like you are some sort of nobody…but that’s because I feel good, chief. I feel better then I ever did. I feel like you can throw me in the ring with KoRe, Steve Jason, Jem Williams, and all of the other legends…and I would still feel like I will be the one that comes out alive. I feel like I will become the Universal champion. Confidence is building, Jem. The confidence that I have in my system, right now, is huge.
But, you know, you did kind of hit a low point when you, and just like everyone else that I have faced, have talked about my sex life…and I got to say…my girlfriend may want to have to talk to you about that one, she’s a little spit-fire too. And, if you don’t believe me…my kid is only a few months away from kicking ass on Saturday Night Anarchy, that is for damn sure. Hell, they have a man who is…shit…one hundred years old? Sure as hell can allow my kid in there.
But I am moving off target, here. Jem,there’s nothing more that I can say about you that has not already been said on the Hall of Legends section on XWF website. Everyone has said all that there is to say about you, and I must say…you deserve every bit of that thanks for making this business what it is today.
But it’s time, Jem. It’s time for the old timers to step out for a few minutes. I mean, Aidan Collins left…you are probably next in line, chief. Maybe this is going to be a wake up call for you to just WAKE UP and hang ‘em up. Jem, I am not saying that you are old…but you have been in this business a long ass time. You have the “Hall of Legend” facts building up. You have numerous World and Universal title wins. You have this, that, and the other thing going for you all the damn time. What else do you need to prove, Jem? That you can beat a, quote, “mid carder”? But what happens, back to that “What if?” scenerios. But what happens if you wind up losing on Sunday? There’s no title in your lap, anymore. There’s no harnass to catch you, like there is for people like me. People know you as the true Universal champion. They comprimise with you because you are THE champ of champs…Hell, you’re like the white…weird looking…long haired… version of The Rock to these people of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Even when you do not have the title, you are the people’s champ. You are the man! Hell, I even think of you as the Universal champion, among the legends. But…as you can see…I am not a legend and I see myself the Universal champion. I see myself winning this Sunday night and I see myself FINALLY holding on the Universal title…a title that has been alluding me from the beginning of my career until this point, right now. Jem, I may be a mid carder now…I may not deserve a Universal title shot, or I may do…the point is…I got the shot, Jem. The point is I am planning on taking this shot to show you how good I can, actually, get. See, it’s time for that “man” to shut up and start showing people that I have growned up, and what better way…boys and girls…then to take the Universal championship away from the biggest name to ever hold it….Mr. Jem Williams. I think beating that name, alone, will give me cred from the rest of my career that I am one of the most dangerous sons of bitches the X-treme Wrestling Federation has to offer in this business…and to throw in the fact that the Universal title, the title that everyone puts one hundred and ten percent to give, is on the line…makes it a whole hell of a ton sweeter then it already is.
You see, I doubt people are going to give me a chance, Jem. I doubt that people are going to cheer me on THINKING that I have a chance at becoming the Universal champion, let alone beating you, Jem Williams. But you look at the history…and I am getting closer…and closer…and closer to becoming Universal champion and shocking the world. I am coming closer…and closer…and closer to obtaining that big legendary win that will put me in the graces that you, Blizzard, and other XWF legends are in. That big win over a legend that will escalate my career in a huge fucking leap. And I don’t know where this road will take or how long I will go on this road..but believe me…I will be taking the road that you are taking, Jem, and the road that people thought that I would never have taken. You see, I will take the road to become the Universal champion of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and I will take it on with pride and dignity and when I leave the XWF…they will know my name…NOT ONLY as the X-Treme Icon…but as an icon all around the X-Treme Wrestling Federation…hell, not even the Icon…I will become a legend of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation for what I have done, what I do, and what I will do when it is all said and when it is all done. “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza will become a legendary figure in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and, trust me, they will look at this match, Jem, as front and center the match that escaladed my career.
So, I am going to leave you Jem..with a little alteration of the thing that I always seem to do after I speak my last word. You see, I always leave opponents, right now, with the words “And I will be the one to give you your “Welcome to the ‘Big Tyme’ Moment.” But, I am going to change that. You see, Jem. YOU already have your “Welcome to the Big Tyme” moment…hell, you had more of those. But, this week…this Sunday…you, Jem Williams, will be giving me MY “Welcome to the ‘Big Tyme’ Moment” when I walk out of that ring…..YOUR NEW X-TREME WRESTLING FEDERATION UNIVERSAL CHAMPION! Now, get used to saying that.
ZACH RIZZA
I don’t know why they are trying to…or how…but that’s the thing, I am not going to let it get to that point where they show me how or tell me why. I don’t give a fuck on how they are going to do it or why they are going to do it. I just know that if we stop, they are going to show us what the hell is going to happen…what the hell they will do when we get caught…and it’s not going to be pretty, I know that to be a fact. I mean, we are…right now…being chased by boats AND vans that hve people filled to the maximum capacity that are, basically, trying to shoot us up into swiss fucking cheese. It is definitely not looking too good right now. It’s sure as hell not going to wind up good…if my calculations are right. Plus, I have the liberty of sitting next to a fidgity man who wants nothing more then to get done with this.
Man, we’re going to fucking die! I don’t want to die, man. I want to live on my life…live a full life and live a life that I know I can live. I don’t want to fucking die, Rizz. I just don’t.
Man, calm down…you are not going to die, unless you keep talking me ear off…then I will have to throw you overboard because you, quite frankly,are being a big ol’ bitch right about now.
As we speed up, for a fifth time…we don’t go anywhere close to becoming safe…in fact, they are all gaining up on us…they are all ready to attack…they are ready for dinner and we are beginning to look like the main course on this tour guide. This, in no way, is how I wanted to spend my weekend, that is for sure.
We hit a short wave, made by one of the boats that are chasing us and we jump up pretty high and splash down on the ground.
OH SHIT! GOOD GOIN’ RIZZ! YOU TOOK OUT ANOTHER BOAT!
One down, and now two to go, it seems. We speed up again...I look up ahead and then back at the other boat that is to the left of me. I stare at him…I continue to stare at him…he’s staring back, but has no idea of what the hell is about to happen to him. I smile as he pulls out a nice AK-47 from his collection. I smile knowing that he is surely not going to get it off….when I go under the bridge….that he just crashed into the barrier of.
Now, it’s down to me and the guy with the shooter on the boat. Just me and him…mano y mano…and the dude that has a gun on his boat. I frantically try to lose him….from making a big wave….to going under the bridges, like I did for the other two people that I just blew up. Nothing is working, though as we try and lose them. I start, frantically, look around and spot the glove compartment.
Randy, I got an idea…take the wheel.
What?! Why the hell are you going to have me take the wheel? I can’t drive this son of a bitch! I can’t find a way to do this shit, though.
DO YOU WANT TO LIVE!? Trust me, Randy, it’s not going to be a long, long time. Just drive it for a few minutes, I will be right there, don’t you worry. Ok?
Ok.
Randy takes the wheel, as I dodge bullets from the ship behind us. I get to the glove department and start to look, intensely, for the flare gun. I get the gun
EMERGENCY USE ONLY! Do not fire at a person.
What if that mother fucker has a gun?! I grab the flare gun…take the flare…cock it…lock it…and try to aim it as close as I can to the man that is trying to shoot at me, to get his ass off of me, at least. I got a good “hiding place” and then I pop up, when he’s shooting, and fake like I got shot…I go down hard…and the shooting stops….it’s working…this shit is actually working. I pop out and shoot it at the shooter. DIRECT HIT! The man starts to play hot potato with the flare, trying to get the damn thing out. He loses the gun…as well as the shooter, as he flies over to where the gun , actually, went. I smile…and wink at the man that is driving the boat.
I get back in the drivers seat, Randy still covers himself underneath the terrace where I faked my injury. There, he sees the blood on the ground.
OH SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? ZACH, WERE YOU SHOT!?
Um…no…I don’t think I was shot…why do you ask?
Well, you have blood everywhere on this damn thing…there’s just all blood all the time.
I show Randy my hand…
I cut a nice little vein that didn’t want to go away. The blood is, actually, seeping through the whole towel that I have laid across this thing…Hell, I have on so tight that my fingers are now numb. But I have more important things.
As I say that, the man starts to slowly gain up on my ass. He looks pissed off that I just took out one of his gunners and, I guess, not myself or Randy. I get side winded a little bit…but, then, I am back on track, going the other way. I see the guy that I shot the flare at…he’s still in the middle of the river. I smile.
Zach, what are you doing? Zach…don’t do it, man. ZACH!
It’s too late, the man goes underneathe my boat and is, now, on with his partner’s windshield.
Whoa! Did you just see that!?
No, I just caused that to happen, Randy. I don’t have to see it happen if I knew something like that happened. I imagined it to happen just like it did, and you know something? That thing did happen the way that I wanted it to happen, did it not? I believe it did. I believe it did.
I smile as I speed up….there’s a jump up ahead….Well, by jump…I mean a nice big plank that is sticking out of the water that can be used for a good sized boat and, honestly, this is a good sized boat. I, again, speed up….going to the full compacity of the boat….and we jump off the ramp…Now we’re in the air. The enemy boat didn’t even think about jumping the ramp.
Rizz…
Yeah, I know. I just saw it now. I didn’t even think about this happening like this, but it did. I mean, look at him..he’s just staying there…not moving….and we’re going right into the….
RIZZ!
I notice what the hell he was talking about…before I can say anything…we hit a tree top…and then fall backward…We, then, hit the ground. …a few minutes later, I wake.
Randy…are you alright?
No response from Randy. I try to move towards him…but I can’t move. My body stays still…the seat belt comes off…still, not moving…I then begin to feel lightheaded. Before everything turns from crappy to worse then crappy, I dial nine one one…I am hoping that I hear someone soon before everything starts to take affect..before everything starts to do something that it’s not supposed to do.
The operator comes on…
Yes,we need help. Please.
Everything begins to get blurry…and then….I just…get very…very…sl…
RANDY EEL
We are going about the speed of sound on this bad boy…but, yet, we can not shake these guys the fuck off. I mean, everytime I think we lost these guys, something happens that makes it different. Something happens that makes them come back. Engine stalls, I ease of the break, they find us when they are on the road. Something catches their eye that makes them come back for more. I mean, we lose them for one second and they come back for, about, five damn hours. I don’t know how much of a chance we have. I am not sure that we have enough gas in the tank to survive this thing. I don’t know what else to fucking do. There’s nothing that I can do, here. I mean, I am on a boat…which is a ticking time bomb of destruction and pain and I have fifty or so guys that are trying to kill be because I, just so happen, killed someone. I am trying as hard as I can to hurry the hell up, try to hide behind bridges….docks….anything, but they keep on coming up and finding us in every nook and cranny, like there’s some tracking device on our ankles, or something, that tells them where we are and shit. I mean, here we are…trying to survive…no guns…no money….little gas….and have a ton of guys trying to take all of us out…trying to kill us off…trying to take out the last two good witnesses the prosecution has left to use. They are trying to kill the two biggest names in the court room…myself and Randy.