I look over at Mia, who’s looking at me like she wants to strangle my throat until I have no air left in my body and deflate like a little balloon. I smile at her and she picks up her book and pretends to read it. I lean back on the chair and close my eyes just shaking my head.
I mean, it’s been a couple of weeks since I won this title and she thinks that since I beat a girl for it I should just relinquish this title and just say “fuck it” and quit the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and never come back for a while. What does she know? I mean, she definitely doesn’t know that Mia would have probably taken my head off if it was the other way around and that douche bag of hers, James Raven, wouldn’t be mad at her for beating a guy.
Mia throws her book down and leaves the room and enters our bedroom. I quickly follow her there and the door closes in my face. I hear the door lock, but I try the door anyways…it isn’t working.
Babe…let me in. I want to talk to you.
Don’t call me that, Zachary! There’s nothing to talk about.
What do you mean there’s nothing to talk about? You have been ignoring me for 2 weeks, now, and I don’t know what the hell you are upset about. I mean, you should know that if the shoe was on the other foot…I would have gotten my ass kicked by a girl and I would not have a World championship right now. I would be out of a fucking job if I didn’t go one hundred and fifty eight percent.
One fifty eight? That was an extreme exaggeration, no doubt.
I WANT to talk about it, Mia.
I heard your little fucking interview with that one guy…Mudd…person…and I heard you say the things that you wanted to say and it was disheartening to hear the shit you were saying out there. I mean, at least you could have fucking told me ahead of time! At least you could have fucking told me about this match so I could fucking know what the fuck is going on, Zach. At least you could have given me THAT time to prepare and give myself the time to vent and time to talk to you about everything.
Talk about everything? Mia, you would have had a longer time to yell and complain to me about me having to face off against a girl and when you DO calm down about that you will just find some obscure little detail to come up…like, she has the same name as you…or that she likes the same taste in music…or whatever the fuck you do.
Mia, I know you…I know you from front to fucking back. I know the way you move, I know the way you act, think, and fucking want things to go. I know EXACTLY what you want and, to be honest, I am here to say I did things MY way. Ok? I didn’t do things YOUR way. I don’t do things YOUR way, it’s MY career Mia…if you don’t like it…I don’t know what to tell you. I mean, I have been doing this all throughout our relationship together…I’ve fought girls before…I’ve beaten girls before. God damn it, Mia, it’s nothing new…and, to be honest, if they put me up against another woman…you know what? I am going to go out there and take her on and, preferably, go out there and kick some ass. There’s nothing that you, Mia, can do about it.
I hear the door unlock and Mia comes out and gives me a hug.
Ok. I forgive you.
I smile as I look at the wall mirror and see the reflection of my face giving me a little wink and showing off its teeth in the smile.
Dr. Emo stood there and said that he wanted to win this title away from me, as well as move on in the Universal title tournament. Dr. Emo stood there and said that he was going to win the Universal title and World title, as well as hold on tightly to that United States championship. Dr. Emo…you wanted to be THE MAN in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation…you wanted to be the champion among champions…the bees knees, the cats pajamas, and…you know what? You wanted to become the whole fucking shebang in a month’s time. Well, sir…let me tell you something.
You’re not the World champion. I am. You’re not holding another spot in the Universal title tournament, I am. You’re not doing…anything…right now. Dr. Emo…you’re nothing…you’re back at the bottom. You’re not going to get your hands on this title again until you show the world that you are ready to go out there to that ring and take it from me, because let’s face it…no matter when you try to come back…you are going to get knocked right back down to the floor and, then, you have to climb that ladder BACK up to the top, son, to get a shot at me…again…and, again, you will get knocked down. Am I making myself crystal clear, sir? Good. I hope that is in the back of your mind every time you find yourself thinking “Oh, maybe NOW I can take on ‘Big Tyme’. Maybe I can win this week.” Because, you know something? You won’t win. You will NEVER win. And, as of right now, YOU are never going to come close to win the World heavyweight championship.
Now, if you excuse me…I have bigger things to worry about. You know, I’m in that tournament that you wanted to be in ooooh so much.
Jayzon Williamz. The LEGEND! Jayzon Williamz. I don’t know where to begin with you. I mean, I could start off with a joke on how you are stealing my thunder by replacing a letter in place of a letter that’s more common in that word or name. I could sit here and say that you attacking me for two weeks straight and getting my attention, because you want to be world champion…because, Jayzon…you HAVE won my attention and, how ironic, right now…there’s nothing more than I would like to do than to take you and beat the ever loving shit out of you.
But…I’m going to go by what my trainer once said. A trainer who crossed the indy circuits and became one of the better professional wrestlers I have ever came across in my life time.
You see, Jayzon, this trainer took me aside when I won my first ever title…it was some mediocre…no-named title that, to be honest, nobody knew at the time. The trainer took me aside with a smile on his face…then, when we got away from the hustle and bustle of the action…his smile disappeared and he looked at me with a very serious look…and, you know what he said? He said:
“Zach, the title does not make the man. The MAN makes the title.”
Now, Jayzon…I know you aren’t educated enough to get what I just said…so let me break this shit down for you. You see, I’ve won many titles…as well as you have…however, Jayzon, I’ve made it a GOAL to make mediocre titles a title that many seem glorious, that many people with higher statutes, like yourself, want a piece of.
Looking at your waist, I see you have that X-Treme title. The title that I HELPED MAKE! The title that I created by winning and defending that son of a bitch time and time again in various situations, against various people…from scrubs to…well, legends…to, well, other people that just wanted to get their taste at a chance to get their title ranks up.
Jayzon…I MADE that title that you hold right now. How does that make you feel? How does that make you feel that I, the man that you have attacked time and time again?
But…I just saw you say that I have it all wrong…that you have respect for me…that you have nothing but good things for me and all of this shit…yadda, yadda, yadda. If you had respect for me, you wouldn’t have attacked me from behind two weeks in a row. If you had respect for me, you would have stood there and shook my damn hand.
You are a fucking legend, Jayzon, and you attacked someone you respect? Someone you want to get in the ring with? Jayzon Williamz, you don’t just get it, though. You have pissed me off to the point where I am going to enjoy taking you to school, son. I’m going to go out there and beat the ever loving shit out of you and then maybe…MAYBE…I will shake your hand and show you that I am the better man…and show you that I am one step closer at being where you are…and, Jayzon, one step closer to be one of the men in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation to turn this World heavyweight championship and turn it on its side and when they look at that title history, Jayzon, they are going to see that I had something to do with making the World champion even better than it has EVER, EVER, EVER been.
Don’t believe me? Just watch.