Centurion, I hope you are having a great time with that belt of yours. I hope you are partying up big time, no pun intended. I hope you are having drink after drink with all your invisible friends and living it up like there is no tomorrow. I hope you savor this week as one of your best weeks ever in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I just hope you have a great time this week…because, Centurion? The party is just about done, for you. The time has come for the people to start heading for the exits. The time always comes when the party is over and everyone has to go to their jobs and do their job again. Centurion, now it’s that time to go back to your job. Now is the time for you to go out there, on your own, and prove that you deserve being one half of the tag team champions.

Because, Cent, if you don’t win the championship? If you, somehow, lose that title…you are going to be…nothing. All of that partying I saw you do….will be for nothing. All of that hooplah, nothing Centurion, get that act together and quick, homie. There’s not much left this week. There’s not much to live for anymore. Living is over…now it comes down to who wants that title more. Now it comes down to the golden standard of anything and everything. Now, comes the time in the show, Cent, when all the balloons are cleared and the music stops. Now comes the time in the party that the janitor hates to do…and that is to sweep up the mess.

Centurion, you have already wrestled this week. You are not one hundred percent. Hell, you were facing Jewart and Lunatic…how worse can it get? But you aren’t letting on to the pain that you feel, right now. You are not saying anything….but I know you, Centurion. You look all stern and strong on the inside. You look all manly and “I am not going to let anything get to me” looking…but, Centurion, I know you. I know your looks…I know your feels. I have been in this business a long time, as well, and…hell..I HAVE done those damn looks before. I hid the pains of going twice a week, Centurion. I hid the emotions that I had. I masked the pain many of times before, as well, Centurion. So I know what you are doing.

Like I said…you are not one hundred percent. There is no way that you, of all people, can be after that…and yet you consist that you are. Hell, you think about it…you fought a guy named Lunatic. That’s all you need right there, Cent. You fought a deranged fucking lunatic NAMED Lunatic and a guy that’s dressed up like G.I Joe. Then you go from those two, with your partner Roxy Nova, to facing me…the X-Treme Icon…alone….without Roxy to protect you…inside a fucking steel cage match…nobody comes in….nobody comes out.

If you remember correctly…what was my last pay per view match, before I got blown up? Wasn’t that a CAGE match? Wasn’t that CAGE match also for a TITLE!? And in that TITLE CAGE match….did I not win the TITLE that it was for? Wasn’t that TITLE CAGE match….the I WON…against a LEGEND, as well? You see my point, Centurion? If you look at it from my perspective….we’re back a few months ago….we are back when Jem Williams was your Universal champion and was thinking he was hot shit. Then I, not you…or anyone else for that matter, got him locked inside a steel cage to perform of the single most shocking victory in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation history and I became YOUR Universal champion. And that was against a bigger opponent, a bigger champion, a bigger challenge then you are Centurion. That had more of a deeper impact to me, as this match has a deeper impact to you as you want to redeem your loss to me. But, unlike that match, I am willing to go the distance and stop one’s dream if it means making a dream of my own come true.

Centurion, I am going to give you a little ditty in my mind and in my life and all of that junk. I wanted you to win the tag titles. I wanted you to become champion….any champion. When you won, there was a yell coming from my room. When you won, I felt like we all won as a unit. I mean, before our match was finalized, there was a great match. I mean, three men…one cage….one winner….controlling all three of us where we are going…one legend…one legend in the making…and Grappling Gary the Retard. But there was something that was missing…something that was major…something that would make this match even bigger…something that would make this match even bigger and better then it was. There needed to be something on the line. There needed to be something…huge…something major….something just plain awesome to be in this awesome match. And then, last week….I got my wish. Hell, we got OUR wish. We have the tag team title on the line. We have that big spot we need to make this even more better then it would have.

Why am I so excited?

I mean it is for the tag team title. It’s for one half of a title! A title that, mind you, I have had in the past. A title that I had with someone that was supposed to be good. A title that is, actually, filled with dishonesty from partners…filled with disgrace by my partner….filled with hatred, to this day, from my partner. My partner, ok…it was Brad Pierce and you guys know what happened to him. Brad and I was supposed to be the next Unkillables. We were supposed to be the biggest tag team in the XWF at that point and time. But that’s when I found that the Universal champion, at the time when he was my partner, was getting dragged by me to survive. That he wanted someone else to do all the hard work…all of the trouble…and all of the damn near hard times that came with that match and if we win it’s “Yay! WE won!” but if we lost…I lost…I didn’t win it…I lost it….I am not good enough…blah, blah, blah. Long story short, that tag team did not work out the way the people planned…and I never ever had a chance to redeem myself on that one.

But Centurion, you hold the key to redemption. You hold the key for me to forget the past, forget that time when I was used. And when I get that key, that’s right WHEN I win, I look at my possible partners and I see…the other current tag team champion Roxy Nova, who has a ton of upside, and my old friend and XWF legend Trent Gein….Two out of the three that I would, most likely, get along with. QC Thug…I have no clue as to who he is and I can care less due to the fact that he is going to be the odd man out on this situation. But that’s not the point, ladies. The point is…I am going to get my opportunity to show you how good of a tag team champion I can be. I am going to show you that I am a tag team player, that I am going to be the man that I was trying to be with that scumbag, that dumb ass partner.

I find myself in this situation a lot, lately. I mean, I have been close to many things in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation before. I have been close to the Universal title many of times before I, finally, won it. I haven’t won the World title yet, but I was close. I was tag champs…but, however, I was close to getting it back time and time again. I was close on getting that taste of failure out of my mouth. I mean, hell..I did everything to become tag champions….with the champs knowing my partner….with the champs not knowing who my partner is…having clues all through the damn place…having no clues….having open auditions…having men AND women try out….I have even been in the ORIGINAL Multi Man Mayhem Match when those titles were both on the line.Centurion, this…this is golden, my friend. This I s a perfect opportunity for me to get that nasty taste out of my mouth…to get that gunky feeling out of the pit of my stomach.

So, you see? This match has more meaning to me. I mean…I get to beat up, yet, another legend….and grab the title. How else could I be any giddier? Huh?! How else could I sit here and say that I am not feeling excited to get in that ring and do my thing? This is it, my friend. This is the big moment I got! And Centurion, congratulations on winning the tag team title…I really mean that….but after Sunday night….you will not have it any more. Because it will be over MY waist and you will be there wondering “What’s next? What’s next in the life of Centurion?”

We’ll see where your final fantasy lays…..at final destination.

Now, lets get to our other member in this conversation. Let us get involved in what Grappling Gary is doing right now. Has anyone seen Grappling Gary yet? Anyone at all? No one? I mean, I know the man doesn’t run far….the man can only waddle down the aisle. Check the men’s bathrooms…follow the dirty syringes he left so he can find his way back home. Knowing Gary, the man’s probably somewhere seeing if he’s smarter then that damn caribou, a caribou that has the sense to buy a friggin’ buzzer. Gary, don’t show. Honestly. You are going to waste everyone’s time out there…you are going to get embarrassed…you are going to get your ass kicked all over the damn ring. You are better off just taking your coach ticket on that shitty plane and travel to the next Saturday night Impact show…because you are not going to get that “golden ticket” to be on the top shows, like myself and Centurion. You are not going to be the man that takes Centurion’s belt away, that falls to me son. Gary, you are nothing in this match. I do not even know why in the hell I am sitting here talking about Gary…probably the biggest match of your life, Gare. I mean, two legendary superstars in the same ring as you are….and you, Gary, are…speechless. I mean, I know when I was in the ring with two legends when I was your age…I felt speechless…but, of course, I spoke up…I spoke out…and I spoke often. In five years of being in this federation, nothing changed has it? Well, correction on that one…one thing has changed from then to now. I am one of those legendary figures…I am one of those guys that people like you, Gary, look up to…I am one of those guys that people are voting for time and time again to get in the Hall of Legends. Before, like o said…I was you…well, almost like you…I was, actually, pretty damn good back when I first started. I was making it big in this world, son, and you are…pretty much…not that big in this world. That is pretty much all you got, Gare, you are that “third wheel” that “that guy” in the match that has two giants that are going toe to toe. You are…irrelevant. Just…there.

So that means if you come to the Rage in the Cage…and you come in the cage with Centurion and myself…you do know what you are going to be up to in this match. You are not expected to do ANYTHING. Just….show up….get beat up….and then get your ass paid and leave for Impact…because, quite honestly…that’s all you are good for, right now, and that’s all that you are ever going to get if you keep getting drawn the wildcard, which is me.

This Sunday night, I am going to bring my A game….I know Centurion’s going to bring his, which is probably my B game…but, Gary, you bring you’re a game…and I won’t have to even perform at my fullest capacity…your A game is like my F game, man. That’s why you are on Impact and why I am the biggest star in the X-treme Wrestling Federation today!

---===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 the cloudy area again. There is that hole that gets bigger and bigger. But this time, the opening comes faster and, instead of a big bright flash of light…it seems like my life is flashing before my very eyes…everything from beginning to the final end. Everything just starts to fast forward thru everything that ever happened in my life. My mom…my dad…my sister? I did not even know I had a sister….hell, she even looked familiar, even though I only saw this a few milliseconds….she seemed to be very familiar…I just don’t know where I saw her before.

But anyways…I am moving faster towards the fast forward of life and all of that stuff. As the clouds go away, I get a huge bright beam of light shined right in my face…and it, also, engulfs my entire body (just like the light did in the beginning). As the light flashes, I hear a high pitched screech and as the light goes away…so does the sound. But, instead of seeing some sort of scene…seeing myself and my friends and family…all I see is…black. I hear things, though. Bad things. Dark…deep voices…voices that, I know are evil and voices that I do not even know what the hell they are talking about. It seems…foreign….not even foreign. I wouldn’t say those are foreign. They are more, like, slow and muffled….deeper. They just don’t sound like…normal voices. I want to open my eyes to see…but I can’t…I can’t move, as well, but I just can not understand what the hell the voices are. They are like…devilish…more like they are the fucking devil and I am just strapped in tight.

All of a sudden…I see a orange-reddish glow come towards me….very slowly…all of a sudden, the fog begins to slowly change…starts changing into a shadowy…form of a person. There is no face…or body movement. But it is just standing there looking right at me…it seems like he’s laughing…without saying anything or moving…I just get that feeling that he is, in fact, laughing his ass off…I can’t take it anymore.

RIZZA: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!…Wait a minute…I am talking.

GLOW: You can always talk

The voice seems so dark and so long I can barely understand this person.

GLOW: I know you are scared, Zachary. But, trust me. Your time will come.

RIZZA: Is it now, though? Why am I here?

GLOW: I know you are scared, Zachary. But, trust me. Your time will come.

RIZZA: Yeah, you keep saying that…what does that mean, though? I don’t understand what you are talking about. Is my time now? What am I scared about? Can you please tell me? I want to know what is there for me. Am I dead, now? Am I on life support? What?!

GLOW: You are not alone, Zachary. There is nothing to be scared about. I have always trusted you. I have always backed you. I have always been your friend and, now, I am going to be your guardian angel whenever you need me. I am going to be there for you whenever you want me. I am going to be there for you whenever you feel down, whenever you are in trouble, whenever you are in need of some assistance.

Zachary, you have helped me….but now….it is your turn to be helped. You have made me who I am today, and now I am going to be with you for a long time. No matter where you go…No matter what you do, I will always be there with you. Zachary…you are like a brother to me. Zachary…you are also like a father figure to me. Now, it will be my turn to turn the tables.

I will always be there for you.

That last line got to me, even though I still don’t have a clue as to what the hell this blob of smoke is that is. It is really getting to me though.

RIZZA: Who are you!? What are you?! Please tell me!

GLOW: I am your guardian angel, Zachary. My name is not important, at the moment. I am not here to harm you Zachary. I am here to help you. I am here to be with you through thick and thin and I am the one that will always be with you…just like you were with me through all of those years. There is nothing more that I can say about that matter. There’s no more words that I can tell you as my time has come…

…I do know you, Zachary. The question is…do you know me? I believe you do. I believe that you will know who I am and be proud of me. Zachary, I am a person from your past…I have always loved you and, now, it is time for you to show the same. Here, take this.

I am handed some sort of small bottle of sand…a small token…not even as big as my indention of my palm. I don’t know what this guy is or who he wants me to think he is. I have no idea who this is. I don’t know anything like this. All of a sudden…the figure begins to disappear…like sand in the wind….little by little the dust goes away…the fog settles and I am pulled back into the clouds…which is now, though, back to the white and grays.

I sit there and think…wondering what is about to happen to me.

All of a sudden…..I am pulled back even further. This time…it’s like going through a wind tunnel backwards. But I am not stopping…it is not even slowing down. I am on a course back through time. I don’t know where I will end…I don’t know what is going to happen…I don’t know what the hell to do! Again, I want to scream. Again, I want to yell at the top of my lungs for help. But, again, I can not do anything like that.

I close my eyes.