A few hours away before the talking stops…before the dust settles…before everything and everyone is settled and before everything else that you can think of…we got to get a few things out in the air, first. It’s time to talk about a few things before I get off on here and start my final training regiment for the day before that Thursday runs around. It’s time to talk about the men that want my title and what they said about me, what they were saying about my partner Roxy Nova, and what they are going to expect once Rizza and Nova get in the same ring for the first time ever…to defend the tag team championships. It is time to show you what you guys have done wrong…and, trust me, there are many things that you guys have done wrong in the upcoming match.

First off, let’s start with the weakest link…the man who I called a mooch….the man who is the Carrot Top of these halls in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation….the man who sits there and say that he is nothing more then a good wrestler when, it is obvious, he is nothing more then a wannabe…nothing more then a failure….nothing more then a joke. Eric Anderson, I hope you are thinking that I am talking about you. I HOPE you know that there is nothing that you are going to do to change the fact that you, sir, are the most unliked person in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation, today. You are the most hated man, and no…I don’t mean feared…I mean totally…pure….full-blown…”hey, you suck” hated, in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Nobody, I repeat NOBODY, likes you here Mr. Anderson. Nobody wants you here. Nobody wants to be associated with you, unless they say “Hey, there is a poor sap…let’s snatch him up and say to him that we are buddies.”

Eric, I can tell you for a fact that KoRe does not like you. I can sit here, right now, and say that he won’t care if he would have won or lost in this damn match because…of one small factor. Look what he has around his waste. Look at what KoRe went through to get that title. Look at what noRe gained by going through four other men in that match. Does he care about you, Eric? No, this man is wanting more gold. This man is gold hungry. This man is, without a doubt, a gold digger. Eric, you are being used…you are being taken advantage of and you are just being too God damn gullible to see it, since you are staring there…looking into your own eyes reflecting off of the gold that I have in my hand. You don’t care that Kore is using you…you are just too giddy because, well, you are being used and you will, in your first match back, try to go after the X-Treme Wrestling Federation tag team titles from “Foxy” Roxy Nova and “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza.

But let me tell you something, Anderson. When you get into that ring…when you stare up into the lights looking at the true tag team champions in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation…you will be alone. Got it? You will be the only one in the ring. Why is that, Mr. Anderson? Because your boy KoRe will not be anywhere near you. Your “friend”, KoRe, will not be your friend….will not be your guide helping you up. You, sir, will have no partner. You, sir, would have mooched the wrong man. You, sir, would have been just another little pawn..another little “DIDN’T WORK” marking on the long list of KoRe’s failures here in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation.

But I have to laugh at your feeble attempt at comedy and your total failure to do so when you called out the sexuality of my partner. I have to laugh at your response to Ms. Roxy Nova…and, quite honestly, I think you, sir, are jealous. I mean, if you could have asked the girls that Roxy Nova has gotten and those girls were straight, and trust me…she’s on my MySpace and I have seen pictures, you would have gotten dissed and turned down by each and every single one of them. Eric, you are jealous…I saw your face turn red with shame once you said that line because, quite honestly, you know that line was coming from one or the both of us. You know that we weren’t going to let you stand there and say the things you said about Roxy.

Then you go on to me…on how I never got to defend the Universal title…that I never had the chance to sit here and say that I defended my title. I am sorry, Eric, I think being nearly torn apart by a happy dirty bomb, what I heard you call your little member over there, and had to relinquish my title. How dare you compare me to KoRe? Well, you actually try and say how it’s Darwinism.

Wait a minute…ah…yes, I think I just felt Darwin roll over in his grave just by you saying his name Eric.

Eric, there were more important things you can say….that would probably made sense. But you, somehow, compared to me not defending MY Universal title to the man that said that we evolved from apes. Eric…I can make soooo many jokes right now. I can call you a monkey, I can say that you are at the lower level of evolution…you know that little fish frog thing…, I can hit you in every way possible in how you said “XWF Darwinism” it makes this too easy to kick your ass, Eric. It makes it toooo easy for me and sit here and tell you that you are, basically, the caveman from the Geico commercials. But I am not going to do that…

…Why is that? Because that is not all that you said about me Mr. Eric. You then went on and said that the last time you and I fought…we tied. Big friggidy woop! I felt sorry for you Eric. I don’t hit drunk people. I don’t take a swing at people like you. If I remember correctly, you didn’t hit me either. In fact, you couldn’t even see me. I let you slide, Mr. Anderson. I let you go on your merry way because, quite honestly, I didn’t want to end your life. I want to do it when you are looking at me…I want to do it when you will be able to remember this moment. Eric Anderson, I want you to know it when you realize that you just got beat by Roxy Nova and myself.

Another reason why I am not going to say something so easy about your theory of Darwinism is the fact that you think we, Roxy Nova and myself, are “opening match material.” Eric…where have I heard that before? I am sure there was someone out there that stood there and called me a certain spot on the card. I remember a certain somebody that didn’t think that I had what it took to become champion. That match…it kind of is slipping my mind, right now…it is something big…something that happened not too long ago…something that I main evented…hm…I remember that a cage was involved…and….oh wait a minute, IT WAS JEM WILLIAMS! Remember that, Eric?

Remember the match that I had with the LEGEND Jem Williams? He called me a mid-carder…he almost called me a curtain jerker…but…I showed him, didn’t I? Who walked out the winner, Eric? Who became the Universal champion, then? It wasn’t KoRe, that was for sure. It was me. Why am I telling you that, though? What is the point of me telling you something that happened, like, a few months ago? Well..Jem Williams is at the top of that “Darwinism” scale, champ. Everyone wanted to be him. Hell, I know deep down that you wanted to be just like him…but you know something? You aren’t. Get that through that thick skull, Eric. You will never get that higher level then you are, you will be on that low rung on the “X-Treme Wrestling Federation Darwinism” scale.

You said that I sucked? Eric…what the hell have you done? Where the hell are you in this discussion? You have done zilch in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation but assed kissed your way up to the big time. You didn’t have any fights before. You did not have any, to my knowledge, significance in the history of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. You did not have any memorable matches that I can remember. You did not have any significant tag teams, that I can remember. Eric Anderson….you are nothing to be remembered. You are worthless here, and yet…you think that you are the shit…you think that people around here still care about Eric f’n Anderson…”that….one….guy.”

Eric, no one likes you…understand that? Hell, one of the main reasons is that you are not liked is because you are in…and then you are out…then you are in…then you are out….then in…then out…then in. It’s like you are having sex, Mr. Anderson. Hell, I bet that is the closest you have ever gone from having sex…hell, I think my teammate has had sex before you did…..AN SHE’S A LESBIAN, just so you know.

Eric…I am just going to end on this….no one likes you…everyone thinks that you are annoying…stupid…not funny…terrible athlete…a terrible drunk…a terrible story teller…terrible at life. Eric Anderson…there are a couple of main differences…like I said…between you and Jem Williams. For one thing….Jem Williams….Jem is a legend, and you aren’t. Another thing that is different between you and Jem Williams is the fact that, quite honestly, you are never going to wind up with the legends. You are never going to be as good as me. You are never, Eric Anderson, going to be in the place that legends like KoRe…legends like Jem Williams….and all the other legends that are in the hall…by the way, one of them….a woman…just thought I let you know. Eric Anderson…I hope, HOPE, that you are ready for an ass kicking of a lifetime. From a has-been and one hot lesbian that can kick your ass all over the damn ring.

Next….we get to the high roller…the man of the hour…the man that that he is the man because that is all he is. KoRe…I am not the overrated superstar. I am not the one trying to up its stats. I am the one that proves myself on a daily basis that I deserve to be in this place. I am the one that shows up all the damn time. I am the one that was the man, at one point. Hell, Kore…I was the man…that won the Universal title..MY FIRST TITLE before you did. And, yet, I am getting called overrated? KoRe…you never beat me for the Universal title, let us get that straight. You have never beaten that one guy that held the title before you won it. You never, KoRe, wound up defeating me. KoRe…you haven’t defeated me…I hope you know that….I know that…and the X-Treme Wrestling Federation knows it. KoRe, you don’t deserve to hold that ONE title…let alone two…unless you can beat me. KoRe. And, as I sit here today…you haven’t beaten me for that title. But, yet, you sit here saying that you are Universal champion because you “defended” that title.

Listen, if I had the luck you had…I would still be champion right now, KoRe. I would still be the Universal champion…and you, KoRe, will be there…sitting in your rocking chair…having a few beers and have Jack Daniels and Jim Beam and drink your cares away. YOU, KoRe, are not one of the best wrestlers that is still wrestling in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation.

Your “High Rolling” days are just about over here in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Your career, as a whole, is just about winding down…the band is tuning up…that fat ol’ broad is warming up to play you away, KoRe, and you know something? I am going to be glad that I get to say that I put the first man that sticks it to you. I am going to be thrilled that I get to say that I am going to be the first matador to strike the bull that is KoRe. I am thrilled to be the first man to make your career end this Thursday night.

KoRe…you want more gold…you are taking that “high roll” of the dice. You are sitting there getting ready to go all in on a pair of deuces….putting all your chips on double zero green. KoRe, you are living life dangerously. That is for sure…but, you know, you can not roll high forever. You can’t just sit there and go all in all the time. KoRe…this is one of those times man. I mean, you sit here and tell me that I am underrated…just like Eric told me that I am supposed to be at the beginning of the card…that I am just sitting there jerking the curtains for big guys like you guys.

Are you kidding me? I mean, seriously. Is that what I have been brought to people? I mean, all I hear…”you are nothing but a mid carder” and “you need to be in the beginning instead of the damn main event.” You look at me, KoRe, and you tell me that to my face that I am overrated. You come to that ring…look me in my eyes…and say “Zach, you are soooo friggin’ overrated and I can’t stand you!” I want you to tell me that, KoRe. Then I want you to tell all the fans that voted for me that I am overrated. Then I want you to tell then that I am no good…that I never deserved to hold the belt that you have, right now. Then…I want monkies to fly out of your ass. Because, quite honestly, you don’t know what the hell you are talking about.

KoRe, you and your little monkey man that sits next to you holding your arm are not getting to this title. You and that little bitch over there is not going to be the man that takes this title away from us. We earned this title in singles. We earned the opportunity to work as a team. We earned the rights to call ourselves champions. We deserved to hold the tag team titles. What did you two deserve? Who did you two beat? Hell, your partner is just coming back! You guys haven’t won shit to deserve this title. You haven’t taken the steps to go the distance, KoRe. If you really wanted to sit there and say that you deserved the tag title…just because you are the Universal champion and that you deserve any title that you feel fit…be my guest. Sit there and say that. I want you to. Hell, you think of it….I would have probably wound up doing that same damn thing. BUT, unlike you…KoRe…there will be a hard search in finding out who is worthy to be my partner. My partner would not be someone who mooches off of you day in and day out. My partner will not be a man who has a history of leaving the scene numerous times whenever it is not coming. My partner, KoRe, would have been the one that I have right now…all that rolled up into a small little package that you can call Roxy Nova.

Look, you can make all the jokes you want. You can joke about how she is a girl in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and teaming with me. You can joke about how I have spent all of this time looking for a partner…filled with guys…and, yet, the only time that I become the tag team champions, again, it is with a member of the opposite sex. You can also claim the fact of my partner’s sexuality. You can make all of the jokes you want…all the predictions…all of the stories you want to say…the fact of the matter is…she’s my partner. She is a good partner, no matter what her sex…gender…nationality…sexuality…and everything else that there is. But it just seems that you guys are stuck in childhood…that you guys feel like it is funny to make fun of her because she’s not…like…you. Let me just say this one thing, to both of you…if you have any problems with Roxy Nova, and I know she can take care of herself, but if you want to mess with her…come to me first…mess with me…see how you fair with me. Because the way that I see it, guys, she is, pretty much, my responsibility now. We are tag team PARTNERS. I have her back and she has my back. That is all that is going to happen and, if you come in our way again High Roller, you will get knocked down…AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN until you, KoRe, figure out that I am just better then you are and that you have respect for what Roxy Nova is at the same time.

When you come in that ring, KoRe, I want you to think that you have a chance. I want you to think that you have a shot at being a double champion or something like that. I want you to think that you are going to wind up with these titles and continue on this curse that has been going on throughout the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I want you to believe that I am overrated…that Roxy is just useless. I want you to believe all of that. I want you to think all the stuff that you think that I am, KoRe, because I proved better people wrong before KoRe. I have shown people what I am capable of in this business and, quite frankly, I am thinking that I can do it again…and again…and again. KoRe and Eric Anderson…I don’t even believe in curses and anything like that. But when we win…when we hold on to those titles….WE will be the ones that beat the Universal champion AND be the first tag team to, successfully, retain the tag team titles.

So KoRe…you haven’t fought the man that stands before you today…Eric Anderson, you are not going to be drunk….you are just going to be friggin’ retarded, like usual. But, trust me, when it is all said and done…YOU TWO WILL HAVE YOUR VERY OWN….WELCOME TO THE BIG TYME MOMENT! COURTESY OF THE TAG TEAM OF RIZZA….NOVA!

---===We Will Be Right Back===--- ---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===--- MIA: Zach…it’s Randy…he didn’t survive the crash.

RIZZA: Wait…what?

MIA: Randy…he’s dead.

What do you mean dead!? He can’t be dead! When in the hell are you going to tell me about this Mia?! How in the hell can you keep this from me?!

I sit there….shocked….my life, as I know it, is over. My career is over. My girlfriend just broke the news that sent chills down my spine…shockwaves through each one of my nerves…and, of course, that weird feeling you get in your stomach. That feeling of the stomach going down towards my feet…that feeling of sinking….that feeling of IT CAN’T BE HAPPENING TO ME type of deal. That is how I am feeling too, the “IT CAN’T BE FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME!” and, also, the one that follows it, which is the “WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT!?” thing. I just can’t believe that this is what happened to me. I mean, I thought everyone was alright…I thought everyone was going to be fine…everyone was just like me. I mean, here I am…I am alright…I am pretty damn good right now. I mean, I think I was going to get discharged today. I thought that I was going to see everyone that was alright. I thought that I was going to sit there…talking to everyone that I know…having that big ass party. Having everyone over…seeing everyone…seeing people that I thought I would never see again. I thought that everyone was going to be there….and now that is not going to happen. Now, that is going to have to wait.

I mean, he has been giving all that he had…he was turning a new leaf…he was going to be a changed man by the end and, now, though….he’s nothing. Now, his life is over…his career is done…all that he worked for…all that he had….all that he was going to do in his life…it is over…it is done….it is finished. It’s too soon.

No one should get it like he got it. No one should be taken too soon. Nobody should have to go through that fucking pain. NOBODY! I sit there…and I think to myself…why? Why him and why now? I mean, I know he lived one of the weirdest and most dangerous lives…but that was him…he was unique in that way…he was, also, turning into a better, more genuine, human being. I mean, he helped me out as I helped him out…I mean, I knew I was helping him out…I knew everything about that man…I knew everything about his life more then I think his family knew…more then his friends knew….more then anyone else knew. I knew his whole life…his life had meaning…his life didn’t have to end like it did. His life was taken too short…to soon. No one should have done that. No one. No one should even go through the process of losing a best friend at such of a young age.

He was a good kid…I just can not believe this man is gone. Hell, I am even surprised I called him a man. Come at me a few months earlier, I would have called him a kid…because, well, he was just that…but, then, you can see he was trying to straighten up…you can see that he was going to clean his act…you can see he was starting to take it seriously that I can sit here…in my hospital room…with…Ralph….or Fred….or Mark….or Captain Seabeard, whatever his name was.

RIZZA: What the hell happened?

MIA: I….I don’t know, Zach. I mean, he was doing fine when you weren’t doing so swell. I..I had you set up for a casket…a plot under this tree…under the shade. I had everything all picked perfectly for you…then, all of a sudden, vitals started to come back…everything seemed to go fine…you and him were, at one point, on the verge of….well, getting better. You two were right there with each other through thick and thin. I mean, you hit fifty percent….he had a fifty percent….you had a sixty percent chance….he had a sixty percent. Then…he just….dropped. Everything turned to hell…everything just stopped working…the meds…the IV…the pain meds…everything. And he just, you know, passed away.

RIZZA: When were you going to tell me, Mia? When was this coming out? When were you going to say that? I mean, I just got out of a coma and, already, it took you a few days to tell me that my friend just died? Is that it?

MIA: Well, that’s the thing Zach. I didn’t think you would want that. I don’t think that you wanted to have that Mack truck run you over like that. I didn’t think you would want that to be your first, you know, thought. I just thought that you wanted to relax…take some time…look around…catch up with the…

RIZZA: MY FRIEND IS DEAD AND BURRIED! How do you think I am going to feel? How do you think I am going to react to something like this, babe? You think that I was going to say “Awe, ok. Let’s party!”?

MIA: NO! I know he meant a lot to you, Zach. I know Randy was like a brother to you. I know that you two were inseparable. I knew you are going to miss him, hell…I was balling my eyes out just thinking about the times you and him had together. I started thinking about everything that you two had together and I knew you would be kneeling there holding your composure thinking about the same thing you are thinking now.

I did the right thing, Zach. I did what I had to do. I know you would have been flipping out and it might have put you back into a coma…or it might turn you into some depressed psychopath that will shoot up an entire college and then pull the gun on yourself. What the hell else was I supposed to do, Zach? Just wait over you like a hawk before you open your eyes and say “RANDY’S DEAD!” just like that?

RIZZA: No but….

MIA: Zach, you know I never wanted to hurt you…you know that I never want to make you feel like this. I just thought that this, knowing that you are not going to go back into that coma…knowing that you are not going to die or lose any of your memory. Hell, Zach, I didn’t even know if you were going to be awake. I didn’t know that you were going to be, like, all knowing like you are. I mean, who else do you know that wakes up from a coma knowing anything and everything? Zach, I did not know what you were going to do about this.

As I wipe the tear away from my eye from that moving speech…I think to myself about all the good times he and I had. All I think about is how he worked his ass off each and every day…through thick and thin from myself and him. I am going to miss that man from the bottom of my heart…from the bottom of every part of my body, to be exact.

I remember back to what I said to God. What I thought to God when I was in that little cloudy area going backwards. I said the words “Please God…take someone else….why me?” I didn’t know how that would have came back and bit me in the ass.

RIZZA: I am going to miss him, Mia.

MIA: He’s going to miss you too, Zachary. He’s going to miss you too.