I get out of my taxi and find myself at a Best Western hotel…wow, really nice Jimmy Raven…a Best Western…awesome. I turn to the taxi driver and give him some money…damn thing must have been broken…or he knew who I was and overpriced the shit out of me. I grab my bags and begin to head into the waiting room, where there’s…someone not from America, there’s nothing wrong with that, smiling right back at me. I smile and nod and stand behind the guy that was at the desk before I am. This man has sunglasses and a long dark overcoat on and very dark sunglasses…either it’s just me watching too many damn old timey mystery movies or COPS…or some serious shit is about to go down. My guess…Spice One is probably in the same building and this man is the undercover cop trying to take him down in the act of distributing. I wouldn’t be shocked to see this same guy take out someone in a skull mask and a shit load of weed.

Here is your key Mr. W. Face.

W. Face? Hmm..I wonder if that’s…nah, I am just thinking too damn much about it. I step up to the man behind the desk…I look at him…he looks at me…I nod at him…he nods at me…I smile at him…

How may I help you?

I have a reservation here, I believe.

Yes?

It’s…under…Rizza? R-I-Z-Z-A?

The man begins type and then looks back up at me with a smile on his face. What the fuck is he smiling about? Did something go wrong?

Is everything alright? I’m on the list right?

Yes.

Well, can I have my key? I mean, I have a reservation…I have a room, right?

Need confirm password or no key.

Confirm password? I never got any of that. I look puzzled and angry at the same time…well, I don’t just look it…I AM puzzled and angry. What the hell is going on?!

I was never told of a password. Can I speak with a manager?

Great, the manager was right there and heard what I was saying. He comes toward me, still behind the desk.

Well, Mr. Raven did leave a number here…I can call him if you want…

I laugh and nod as I know what I have to do. I must KILL James Raven for this…it’s not like me to be this angry…I take a deep breath and wait until they call up the, still dead to me, James Raven. All of a sudden, I get a phone call on my phone so I tell the manager that I will be a few seconds by holding up one finger. The manager nods to me as I go off into the lobby and sit in the lobby and I answer my phone.

Hello?

Hey babe, you busy? I want to talk to you about something.

Uh oh…this ought to be good.

What’s up babe?

Well, I need to tell you something…something that has been eating at me for a while and it’s something that concerns me and you.

What, what’s wrong?

There is a dull silence on the other line…I see the manager wave me over.

Hun, can I call you right back? Please? The manager wants to meet me…I am really sorry…

Ok, I will talk to you later then...bye.

I hang up the phone and head to the desk. There, I see five numbers “7-2-8-3-6.” Wow, those are very random numbers by a man like Raven…but I’m sure he knows what the hell he did. I grab the key and my stuff and head to the room. ---===We Will Be Right Back===--- Dynamic Dynamite…I don’t know what the hell got up your ass but I don’t like it.

I sit here and hear you say that you “carried” the XWF for two years…and that reason is, and you clearly pointed that out for little ol’ me, and I thank you for that, that guys like Lee Stone, guys like Jem Williams wasn’t there to knock you down on your ass. Guys that are better than you are, guys that you know that you have a troubled history against. Dynamite, you were “dominant” in a time where “dominant” means just being mediocre.

Hell, Ranma…whatever his last name was…did the same exact thing, yet he’s not a legend. Hell, Ranma was one undefeated son of a bitch at one point, but yet…didn’t face the legends that were sitting on the sidelines…didn’t have to face Lee Stone…didn’t have to face Jem Williams. But, yet, I believe he “carried” the X-treme Wrestling Federation just as much as you did. I believe that he’s not going to be a legend any time soon.

Dynamic Dynamite, there’s no doubt that you carried the XWF on your back…but without the big guys…how heavy was it, really? Without the guys jumping up and down on your spine trying to drag you down, trying to pull you down to the ground, how hard was it to carry the entire X-Treme Wrestling Federation? My guess is that it wasn’t that hard at all. My guess is that you blew by the competition, you took out everyone in your path and all of that junk. For that, brav-fucking-o!

However…as much as I hate to admit it…you are respected among the elites in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and deserve to be a legendary figure in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Does that mean I am going to, just lay down for you? Does that mean I’m not going to go out there and try to make a name for myself? Hell, that just means I am going to get a kick of proving you, Bigg Rigg Johnny Gambino, Famine of the Vile, James Raven, and the fans that don’t believe I deserve to be in the same right as the legends of this fucking sport that, in fact, I do belong in this fucking spot, that I do belong among Centurion, Daniel Malcolm, and the rest of the legends.

I think you think that I think that I am saying that if, and in all fairness WHEN I win that match and the match that makes me a legend…that I am going to say that I am going to be the “BEST EVER!” Honestly, I don’t think that at all. I just know that there are people on the streets, people on the blogs, people in the stands, people youtubing, twittering, facebooking, and even myspacing…yes, people still do Myspace and their voice is loud…their voice is proud and they all say “WE WANT RIZZA!” and “RIZZA IS A LEGEND!” and many others. Dynamite, I hear these people…these are MY people..I did not plant these people…I did not put a gun against these people and say “SAY IT! SAY I’M A LEGEND! SAY I’M THE BEST! SAY I’M THE KING!” I don’t say anything like that.

This match isn’t for me…I don’t think it ever was for me…this match, however, is for my fans.,..this match is for the people that believe in me…that believed in my ass when I took my first steps in an XWF ring…that believed in me when I joined Dangerous by Design, and that told me to get out of that damn group…that believed in me when I won my first of many X-Treme titles…that believed in me when I did the unthinkable, the unforeseeable, and stop the unstoppable force and capture my Universal title. I am doing it for the guys in the back that was there with me in saluting Christian Phoenix. I am doing this for the people who believe that anything is possible.

Yes, I know I never “carried the XWF on my back”, like you claimed you did. I don’t have to. I have done enough, in my eyes and in the eyes of the XWF fans and some of the people in the back. I have done fairly enough to be up in the pinnacle of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. But from where I lack in the “carrying the XWF” I gain in experience. I gain knowledge. I gain strength.

I believe it was Katt Williams, a comedian, who once says…”people are going to hate you regardless.” You just need to know how to deal with haters. My hater, right now? Dynamic Dynamite…will I get more this week? Maybe…depends on what people like Famine of the Vile and Gambino spew out until we meet tomorrow.

And I believe…before I get off to the next subject here…that it was the dean of education from Billy Madison who stood there and said “What you just said was the most insanely idiotic thing I have ever heard” because I know I deserve to be in there, my fans know I deserve to be there, and by the end of the day…when it’s all said and done…I will “award you no points” and become one step closer to become X-Treme Wrestling Federation’s latest legend. Oh, and just to sum it all up…

..May God have mercy on your soul.

Speaking of those two numbskulls… let us continue on to what Bigg Rigg is up to. Well, there’s nothing to really say right now. He’s been a silent ninja since the match was named. I mean, if he was really “concerned” like Dynamic Dynamite and, according to D.D., James Raven he would have said something right now. If Rigg was really worried about me bringing down the Legend name…he would’ve been fuming…he would have already spat in my face, spat at my legacy, spat at my accomplishments like you have, Dynamic Dynamite. Maybe…just maybe…Gambino actually thinks differently than you do. Maybe Gambino is trying to figure out if I actually deserve that moniker. Maybe Gambino doesn’t think the same thing as Dynamite, doesn’t think that my accolades aren’t worthy enough. Maybe Johnny is one of those people in the back…one of those people that I have wrestled before…that know what I am capable of…that know my accolades are, in fact, relevant to be inducted into the XWF Hall of Legends.

But, John…say it. I want to hear it from your mouth. I want to hear the truth. The truth, John, will set you free! It will relieve you! It will make you feel better! Jonathan Gambino, I want you to stand up…say it to the top of your lungs…make your case…say “I’M JOHNNY GAMBINO AND I SUPPORT ZACH RIZZA!” That’s all you have to do…that’s all that you have to say to prove me right. Because, if you really were against this match…if you really were pissed off and really thought that I was going to water down the Legends of the XWF…you would have said something, now wouldn’t you?

Now I got that out of the way, let me talk to my partner man to…hobo. Famine of the Vile, listen up and listen good. I’m the one carrying your ass, right now. I don’t need to tell you that you are one of the better wrestlers I have fought in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I don’t have to tell you that you, just like me, have a lot in common. We have both been in extremer than extreme matches; we have made friends and made enemies in this place. We have won title after title after title and we’ve lost title after title after title. We have poured our blood, sweat, tears, and semen into that ring night in and night out and gave these fans EVERY GOD DAMNED THING WE HAD TO GIVE!

…And now, Dynamic Dynamite is saying that we, in your case…you, don’t belong in the legend discussion. That we don’t have what it takes. That we never “carried” anyone on our backs. That we never did anything spectacular.

Famine, you and I don’t like each other. In fact, I know for a fact that I hate you with all my heart. However…I will throw all of this hate…all of this hostility towards you, Famine, away…for this moment…I will team up with you, sir. In order to show you and anyone else who doubts my dedication to the XWF, I will team up…with you, Famine of the Vile.

So, I think I am going to sum it up here. People are questioning me and my crusade in becoming an X-Treme Wrestling Federation legend. Let’s face facts, I know I don’t belong in the same class as Jem Williams and Lee Stone. I know that those guys are untouchable when it comes to the XWF. However, I want my own legacy fulfilled. I feel like I accomplished enough, if I didn’t feel that way…I would not be sitting here in a match where I could, possibly, become the XWF legend. If it wasn’t for the backing that I have to get my name enshrined in the halls, I wouldn’t be here right now.

This…is the start of MY VERY OWN…”Welcome to the Big Tyme” moment and I hope some people...keep their end of the bargain.

I can’t sleep, but I dream BIG!

---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===---

I get my last set of clothing and whatnot suited…everything is right where I want them. You know…it’s strange…I am in Seattle…and, to be honest, I would have thought it would be a rain forest, right now. I thought that it would be raining all day…but, right now, it’s sunny…I turn on the TV…and the Weather Channel appears as the first thing I see. Sunny, Sunny, Sunny and, ok, there’s the rain…but I would be long gone by then. I won’t have to worry about that rain.

Damn, I must be like my father…all he cared about is the weather…all he wanted to know is “how nice it was going to be out” and “how the weather was going to be when I leave, so I can sit here and laugh at everyone who is still here once I leave this God forsaken city and state.” And I don’t know how I should, actually, feel about that…at all…but oh well…I sit on my bed flipping through my 35 channels, with 8 of those channels are snow and 10 more of those are crappy stations I will never ever watch. So, basically, I sit here and hope that the day goes quick so that A) I can go get some rest and B) so I can go and kick some ass..and then get the hell out of this God forsaken city.

Shit, I am like my dad.

Anyways, I look at my phone and noticed that combination that allowed me to get into the damn room. “7” is “PQRS”; 2 “ABC”; 8 “TUV”; 3 “DEF”;….RAVEN. I should have known about that…I mean, it would’ve made a whole hell of a lot of sense if I just guessed what was on the mind of James Raven at that time…which, just like ninety-nine point nine percent of the time….

MIA! Thank God I look at my phone every once in a while. So I don’t have any confusion, I hit Mia’s contact information so I won’t misdial like I did last time. I hear the phone ring…and..

Hey there, hun. Long time no talk.

Yeah, I know…what’s wrong? You said that you had a problem…is everything alright? Anything I can do?

Well…I have to tell you something…and I hope you won’t get mad…I…I…I don’t like what you are doing, I mean, seriously…what the hell? You know what I heard? You know what the rumors are going around?! DO YOU?! They were saying that you were going into something called “Hell…dome?” HELLDOME?! “Hell” should not be anything you do any more…now you’re putting your life on the line for HELLDOME?! Are you fucking insane?

First off, there is no Helldome scheduled…you would know that if you read the card. Second off, what is with you? I mean, you were concerned that I should hear something from you…you had me worried…and, now, you are sitting here yelling at me? What the hell?

Well…I…OK…that’s part of the problem, though. I don’t want you putting your body on the line because I want you here…with me…all to myself…I’m a possessive woman, and I want you! And when I can’t have you, like right now, I feel like maybe I need someone closer…maybe this thing isn’t just working out. I mean, what are you going to do?

ME?! What am I going to do? Simple, I’m going to do my damn job…we’ll talk later.

I hang up on her in mid sentence; about something…I don’t know…I wasn’t listening…nor do I care about what she has to say anymore. I lay in bed with my hands upon my head…my phone begins vibrating…I ignore it…I don’t want to talk to her right now…I don’t want to know what she has to say…and, in fact, I don’t even give a shit. This is my dream, this is my life. She doesn’t like it, fine; she can get the fuck out. Oh shit, just like I thought…as soon as the voice mail sound comes on…I begin to hear the bed in the next room squeak.

Fuck my life...wait, is that two dudes? Shit, this is just fucking great.