Why did I do it?

That’s the question people have been asking me this month. And it comes to a shock to me that people ask me that. Every other time that I come back, it’s a whole different story. Every other time its “Why now?” or “How does it feel to be back?” Grant it, I do get those questions…but, now, it is downgraded because I attacked the Universal champion, KoRe. What I did, everybody…including KoRe…was going to happen no matter who was champion. KoRe, Daniel Malcolm, James Raven, or whoever the hell the other members of the M4 match…it would not matter one damn bit. So, when I found out that Bigg Rigg and everyone else backed out, after I got “blown up” by that scum bag Thomas Davis, who I will get to in a little bit here, I decided to come back out from my “coma” and put on a fake story on how I was squeezing my girlfriend’s hand and all of that bull shit.

Yeah, that’s right, I was faking it! It was nothing more then a flesh wound. It was not life threatening, career threatening or even psyche threatening. I’m right here…I look good…I am talking up a storm…I have no limb damage or amputated limbs. I am one hundred percent, baby, and KoRe…I am ready to take that step…I am ready to become YOUR Universal Champion. You are, KoRe, what people call a transitional champion and the transition will be made soon, Mr. KoRe. This month, you are free…you don’t have me in the damn ring. You are lucky that I am not in that match, KoRe, because the Universal championship will be coming back, after a month long hiatus, to its rightful owner…and that rightful owner is ME!

You can sit there and say “Ooooh he’s just bitter because I am the champ now, and he’s not” or “Ooooh I can kick his ass any day of the week.” What I got to say about that is this…a certain legend came to me and said that very same thing. Saying that I am no good….saying that I am just a mid-carder….saying that he is going to kick my ass any day of the week…and then when all the smoke cleared, I was the one standing over him….holding MY Universal title.

You know something? Even with the Universal title around my waist…respect was nowhere to be found by the higher ups…respect was given to the legend because he walked away graciously and left me to celebrate. But you know something? I learned something from that moment…I learned…I don’t give a fuck what you people think of me anymore. There is only one legend in this mind of mine…and that is the owner…that’s right, me. You can say whatever the hell you want.

You can be a legend…you can be a scrub…you can be the owner…or you can be the guy sitting in the last section…at the last seat…with obstructed view. IT won’t matter to me what you think…because MY mind’s my own and, as of right now, I am a legend…but now it’s time for you people to see for yourself without me telling you over and over and over again. It’s time for the people, the wrestlers, and the front office to see why I am who the hell I say I am. Why the hell I call myself an icon in this company and why I should be in the hall of legends. KoRe, you better hope that you never get that chance to see me in the ring…because when I get in that ring with you…when that title is on the line…when everyone and everything is a buzz for the “Icon versus Icon” contest for the Universal title…You think that my return was all I got? Just wait until we have a match, KoRe. Just wait until the marquee reads “BIG TYME VERSUS KORE” and it will just be like the last time I fought a legend for that title…that title will be mine, yet again.

Before I get to my opponent…there was one more reason why I did what I did…when I did it. KoRe, you are an icon, a master of the X-treme Wrestling Federation, HELL KORE….YOU ARE A FUCKING LEGEND! But yet, you never won the big one…until now. You never won the Universal title…until last month. If I remember correctly, before KoRe was champion for the first time…I was the champ for the first time. In fact, KoRe, if it wasn’t for me…you wouldn’t have that opportunity to hold that title that should be mine to begin with.

You, KoRe, are the lucky one. You, KoRe, should come out there every damn day and every damn night thanking me for giving you the opportunity to hold that belt until I get back on top, and you can count on me that it won’t be a long time before you see my name etched back in that Universal gold that you have around your waist, KoRe, because that’s coming home to me. Be prepared, KoRe.

Now, before I get my Universal title match…there’s a match that I have…a cage match to be exact, I know shocking since the damn event is called “Rage in the CAGE” and it features two people on two different ends of the spectrum….two people that, honestly, aren’t going to change on the path they are going. I mean, for one thing…you got a man who had his peak….who was one of the best in the business and, as of right now, can be seen as one of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation’s legendary legends and a man that, I know, will never get close enough to the men that myself and Centurion are, by the way…Cent…don’t be flattered….this will be one of the only times that I will compliment you for what you have done…but you are not until later.

Grappling Gary…what can I say about Grappling Gary? Well, first off…his name’s Gary. That’s a given. And, apparently, the man likes to…um…grapple, I guess. But other then that, I have never really gotten a hold of Grappling Gary too much. I have never been in the ring with him…after Sunday, I doubt that I will be in the same ring as he is…and, honestly, I don’t care what he does after this match…because, as it goes, he will be the son of a bitch that’s left out. I mean, Gary…what do you think your chances are when you have a legend and an icon in the same ring? What do you think your chances are of NOT being the first one eliminated and jerk the curtain for one half of the tag team champions, whether it is me or Centurion?

Having Grappling Gary in this match it is like having a boring…weird…out of place dude with Abbott and Costello! You are nothing compared to the two men that stand before you, especially the man that you are looking at right now…the man that, this Sunday, will walk out of that damn place carrying the tag team championships. You see, Gary…you are nothing compared to me…understand? I don’t care who you are, actually. I mean, you could be undefeated in the world of Impact wrestling…but, trust me, the Impact roster can not hold my jockstrap. Understand? I’ve been on Impact before, I fought their best…and, trust me when I tell you…being undefeated in that damn place is not a hard task by any means. And, looking at your record, you are not even undefeated in Impact…which means after I win this match, guess where you will be? Guess where Gary the Retard will wind up? That’s right…you will be on Impact, Gary…where all the Caribous are at in this business and I am not just saying that you are going to be that one that has that “one step” left before going to the next level, I am not saying that you are the weaker of the three by a small margin, lets face the facts here Mr. Gary…Centurion and I, COMBINED, both have most, if not all, the belts you can have in this business…with a few exceptions.

What have you won, Gary? Where are your titles? Huh? Where are your gold medals? Oh wait…I guess none of us has gold medals. You are nothing, got that? You are just a little man that has no shot in this match and you know it. Hell, I would not even show up if I were you Gary. I would just skip this all together and let the big boys go at it…let the two legends of the business show the young guns, like you Gary, how it is supposed to work and not have Grappling Gary fuck everything up. I mean, you have a hall of famer…a legend…and a man who, in my mind…I don’t give a fuck what all of you think, WILL be up there. Gary….you are just….there. Got that? You are nothing in this match…but a mannequin that will just lay down and wait for us two men to take the easy way out and pin you, Gary. I mean, you can bring anyone you want. Anyone of the Wack Pack…Eric the Midget, Crazy Alice, High Pitched Eric, and everyone else in the clan. Bring them all, Gary, I won’t mind kicking all of their asses. I won’t mind kicking your ass, either. Who am I kidding? I AM going to kick your ass all over that cage, Gary.

But I will only do it if I am provoked, sir.

Only provoked because, Centurion, you are my main focus for Sunday night. Gary, I could care less. Gary, I could not even mind if he was on my back choking me out. Centurion, you are my main focus of the night because you, sir, are a legend. You, sir, are one of the men that will be remembered in the annals of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation for years to come, like when Gary wins the World title when he is the only man in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation….you will STILL be a legend. But, Cent, you have a little blemish on that list of accolades. Just remember, Centurion, who was supposed to end your career. Remember the man who beat you in your “retirement match”? Remember that guy, Cent? He was about…my height….about…my weight….my hair style….my hair color….my body type…oh wait, that’s right….I beat you in your last match at Last Breath…I was the one that made you give up on a sad note, young Centurion. Remember? I sure do. I remember it like it was yesterday, Mr. Centurion. I know you remember that day too, Centurion.

Why’s that? Because…well…I keep telling you over and over again until you can’t take it anymore and yadda yadda yadda, Jon Brown picks up both of our names in this match. Plus, what a great match for me to get back on track. What a great time for me to come back? The same opponent I had when the ENTIRE X-Treme Wrestling Federation came back into power…when the ENTIRE X-Treme Wrestling Federation gained life. Now, back in two thousand and eight…again, the X-treme Wrestling Federation is getting its life back. The X-Treme Wrestling Federation is getting its superstar back. The X-Treme Wrestling Federation, at Rage in the Cage, gets ME back in that ring and, quite honestly, I would not have it ANY other fucking way, Centurion.

It is strange, though, how things worked. I mean, you and I have been in this business back in the day. I mean, we have fought legends before…we have fought people that we thought were legends but ONLY ONE TIME BEFORE have our paths crossed. ONLY ONE TIME has “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza and Centurion were on the same card….on the same night….in the same match…under the same roof. And it was that time at Last Breath. So I guess this thing is going to be one of those “Save your tickets” deal because of how rare it is to see us in the same ring together, just cross out Gary’s name…it’s alright he doesn’t give a damn. But, trust me, Cent and I are going to do the same thing that we did at Last Breath…and that is have ME put on a show and Centurion be the one that loses another accolade to the man that stands before you today…the man that I am.

Centurion, you are a legend. There’s no denying that. You, sir, have done a lot in this business. But don’t think you are alone. Don’t think that you are the only man that has done “it all” in the world of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation, because you are not alone. I, just like I said before, did it all too. We have been around each other time and time again…and, as of now; this is going to be the closest thing that we have to a rematch…and it will be the same thing as before…it will be the same outcome…the same winner…the same man that walks out of there alive. This time, though, it’s for something other then “respect” as the last one was. This time….it is for gold, homie.

Gold!

---===We Will Be Right Back===--- ---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===--- A bright flash occurs and…all of a sudden….I am in a cloudy area. I look around, but I can not see anything either direction. All I see are white…light gray…and dark gray clouds…nothing more and nothing less. I look down and see my feet…they are not moving, however I feel like I am moving on my own…I feel like there is someone or something pushing me towards a little opening in the sky. The opening, as I move forward, starts growing and getting brighter. I try to walk around…but I can’t. I try to scream…but my mouth does not even open. I try everything that I can think of…but I can not even think. As I get closer to this big orb of light…the light that I can not get away from…the light that looks like a bright fire ball in the midst of the clouds, in the midst of the white, light, and dark colors in the air that surrounds me…I am starting to get blinded by the light. I am starting to freak out. Am I going to heaven? Am I dead? What is going on? Is this that stairway to heaven that everyone is talking about…or is this just a dream and I am going to wake up somewhere? What is about to happen?

All of a sudden…there are no clouds…I am engulfed in the light…however, the next thing I see…is not a pearly gate….it’s not St. Michael. Jesus is not sitting at the right hand of the father. But, now, I see…me. I am lying in the hospital bed. I hear the beeps of my heart beeping. There, my girlfriend Mia and Bruce are kneeling at my side. They look like they are about to do something…Mia pats my head…combs my hair with her hand….she always knew how to do that well. But the feeling is a little bitter sweet as I can, now, only imagine the hand being swiped across my hair…whispering sweet nothings in my ear and all of that shit. I look down…and only one thing crosses my mind.

Where’s Randy? What happened to him? How come Randy is not here? Is he ok? Did he get pissed off? What happened? There’s nothing that I can do, though, as I can’t just reach up and ask them to find him.

But as I think of that…I see Bruce walk off with his head down…putting his hands in his pockets, as well. Leaving me in the room with my beautiful girlfriend. Leaving me in the room with Mia. I look down, looking at Mia, looking at me lying on my back in the bed and I give out a sigh. That shocked me as, I thought, I could not speak before hand. I lean in to see what is going to happen next…it’s like a movie…like a soap opera…even though this one is all about me.

Mia leans over and gives me a kiss. What for? It is beyond me…but I, finally, take my eyes off of Mia and…there…I look at the carnage that I took…the blunt force that went with that accident of the flip of the boat.

MIA: Zachary, I know you can hear me. I know that you can hear what I got to say so I am going to come out and say it. I loved every minute I spent with you. You were always there for me. You were the reason that I woke up every morning…seeing your face…seeing the looks that you always gave me…seeing you. That’s all I wanted from you. You did not even have to say anything to make me feel good. All you did…was look. All you did…was give me a glance and a smirk and, quite honestly, that was it. That brought my heart to flutter. You’re my emotion, baby. And that is why this is extremely tough for me. Not to see the smile…not to see those glimmers…not to see you….as you. Looking at you like this really depresses me and I never thought I get to see you in this state….minutes away from, maybe, total destruction. Minutes away from…possible death.

Zachary, I don’t want to lose you. You are my everything. Everything that I worked for…everything that I have done for you….was for you to be happy. And, if this is it, I am glad to say that I am glad that I made you happy…I would not have it any other way. I am also happy, Zachary, that our son, Eddie, will have your spirit….will have your half of the genes….will have your charisma…will have your life’s lessons and, trust me, he will have your smirks, your life, your history, and all the little things that made you…you…You will be the one that he will emulate...and I just wish that you can be there to see him. I just hope that you get to pull through so you can see your son grow up…so you can get to see your son live his life…so you can see him grow old. Zachary, I want you to see your son.

I love you.

After those three words, it feels like someone tied a rope around my waist and pulled on the string really hard to send me back into the darkness…and the light begins to disappear…the hole begins to close…the clouds begin to cover me. The hole disappears and…there I am…alone. Amidst all the clouds…but most of the clouds that were white….are now gray. In fact, all of the clouds are that color of dark gray. Some of them, in fact, turned out to be black.

But all I can think about is….was that her final time seeing me alive? Is this it? Am I going to die? Is that why I am here? Looking down on the lifeless body of me and the soul-less bodies of my girlfriend and my best friend? Is this it? Is my kid going to be living without a father? Without a father figure? Without anything that simulates me? Seeing that brought me back to earth, back to the fact that I am not going to be living a long life, which I am not going to be here forever. This may be the last time I see my family…my love…and my life. This may be the last time I see….well, anything that goes on around here.

This is kind of depressing and I hope that it’s the last thing I see before I wake up from this thing. I don’t want to see anything else…until I come out so I can hug and kiss and do everything to my family. I don’t want to die…I don’t want to go out like this…I don’t want to do anything like that. This is my life, dammit, and I don’t want my life to end like this at all. Please God, if you are out there…and you can read my thoughts…can you please spare my life? Take someone else’s life PLEASE!