I wake up from a good night’s sleep…my arm fell asleep from my wife laying on it the whole time, I think she wanted me to cuddle or something. I don’t cuddle very often…hell, I don’t cuddle ever. I get up and begin to try and move my arm up and down, sliding it on the bed, as Mia has left for the day. I begin to feel a rush of energy at the top of my arm….and it slowly begins to trickle down my arm and, all of a sudden, I begin to move my elbow along with my shoulder. Then the numbness from my elbow to my hand diminishes and I begin to move my fingers, which do feel very very warm, mind you. I sit up, Undertaker style, and just start to move my neck until I hear a crack, and then move it to the other side until I hear another….ah….crack. I rub my neck as I get up to the edge of my bed. I get up and exit my bedroom and enter the living room.

I hear some rustling in the kitchen and go to see what is going on. Maybe Mia hasn’t left yet. What time is it? Naaah, she always gets up and goes out somewhere. I swear, she’s like a fucking zombie. I enter the kitchen and see Bruce standing there. I look at him, he looks at me, and then he looks down at me and his eyes get wide.

Um, Rizz? Do you always go out in your underwear?

I look down at where my pants were supposed to be…to notice that I am, in fact, wearing underwear. I chuckle.

I like going out like this, I mean…it feels great to air out the little timers now and then, ya know?

Bruce laughs as he takes the mug of coffee and a bowl of Raisin Bran. I look at him in a very confusing way, as he sits down to prepare himself to eat.

Um, Bruce…you know there’s milk in the fridge right?

Oh no, I’m good…I like it like this.

How about a mug? I can get you a mug or something, you know?

Rizz…I’m good right now.

All of a sudden, he takes the coffee pitcher and begins to pour the hot coffee into the bowl of Raisin Bran. I look at him very confusingly as I sit down next to him.

Hey gramps, you want some grapefruit with that? How about some figs? Hah!

Very funny, very funny. This is actually very good. I mean, I was skeptical but, hell, I feel great just by having it. You should try it.

Bruce gets a scoop of the coffee Raisin Bran and begins to hold it in front of my face. I can see the smoke still coming from the spoon that is holding the cereal. I kindly decline, by shaking my head and pushing the spoon away from me. I notice the paper opened up to a page about a huge bust. I smile and shake my head.

Are you seeing what your dirty work has done, there, Bruce?

Hey, what can I say? It felt good to, finally, feel like I did something important. Something that I want to do…and, you know what? After fearing for my life for the past week, after feeling like there was somebody that was going to kill you the second you step outside, whether it was a sniper or a stab in the back…just felt relieving, you know?

My smile is now gone, as the fear that he felt…is now hitting me. Maybe they know that I am here…maybe they know…nah, I think too much. Hell, if I wrote everything I think about in a book or something, people would be bored out of their mind.

You think it’s all over? You think that everyone who was there got arrested and served justice? Like, you don’t think…they’re still plotting your situation out, right?

Rizz, trust me…if they don’t know then…they won’t know until every single member of that gang is, either, arrested or shot or stabbed in the back…figuratively and literally. So, as of right now, you and I are safe as safe can be…I hope.

I flick off Bruce on that “I hope” slide in, he just did, and get up from my chair and grab Pop-Tarts from the toaster and sit back down.

Oh, that’s healthy, man. You just made fun of me for having coffee to replace milk…and, yet, you are eating a kid’s food.

This, right here, is for any age. What you do is for people who have no teeth or are lactose intolerant.

We chuckle before continuing to eat our breakfast.

---===We Will Be Right Back===--- You know, when I saw that Dr. Emo went buh byes and decided to leave the team of Nick Ryan and Dynamic Dynamite all alone against teams like NOW and other teams, because let’s face it…they were out matched…they were going to get their ass kicked. I don’t care if you would have Lee Stone on your side…NOW was going to get their licks in and take the punishment to your ass. So, when I saw there was an opening that needed to be filled…I acted on that bitch and here we are, boys and girls. Zero Conformity with myself, Dynamic Dynamite and Nick Ryan are a force that you are to be reckoned with. Zero Conformity is a group that you, X-Treme Wrestling Federation, should fucking pay attention to. Zero Conformity is a group that will surpass groups previous to it. Groups like Initiative, Black Order, Brown Order, Clowns R Us, and whatever I fucking missed. You name it, Zero Conformity has passed them up. You name it, Zero Conformity has probably lapped that son of a bitch a few hundred times. But…let’s get back on track…last week, not only did I join Zero Conformity…but I also took out the pest that is Jordan Penn. I showed him that, if you were keeping score, you can kick out of the Rizzaliner…you can kick out of that move…however, hitting the Rizzatude Adjustment is a different story. Hitting the Rizzatude Adjustment means that your ass is knocked out for the three count, your ass isn’t going to be getting up in a long time any time soon. You forgot, Jordan, that I have more than four moves in my arsenal and you, Jordan, felt what could happen when you piss me off and attack me for no rhyme or reason to attack me. You get your ass done. But…enough about that trash…and let me talk about my good ol’ friend Boondock Saint. Booney, let me ask you something. Every time we have fought, every time we have faced off against each other…how many scams have you done? How many times have you come out to these people, come out to the people that pay to see you wrestle and perform and do some stupid sermon on the mound about…something? I mean, before you were thinking that you were Dangerous by Design, and you weren’t. Then you stood here and claimed that you were a God among gods, and…it was found out that you weren’t. THEN you come out here with a mask and claimed to be a mysterious man saving the X-Treme Wrestling Federation of tyranny from Jon Brown, if I am not mistaken…and failed with that one. Then you were just “Daniel Malcolm”…no nickname…no talent….just Daniel Malcolm and, now, when you found out that you were on, yet, another losing streak in your voyage to show these people that you still got it, when you clearly know that you don’t have anything else left to prove… …you know, scratch that. Daniel, you have a lot more to prove….however, you’re in hiding. You and I both know that you don’t give a crap about this “gimmick” of yours. You’re hiding behind this stupid “savior” thing because you, yes you, know that you are closer and closer to that Legend that nobody wants to see. You’re in that mode to where the people don’t care about you anymore…that people are getting sick of you…getting tired...they don’t care who you are “saving”…they care about where the bathroom is or what the best place to go to get an overpriced beer or where the bathroom is. This stupid thing you’re doing, doesn’t scare me. Not one fucking bit. I am not going to be sucked in to this stupid cult you are trying to pull. Zero Conformity means that cults, like yours, will never be tolerated. That jerks, like you, who are trying everything and their mommas, to get ahead in life by scaring people into believing what they believe. Doing what you do. To be honest, the only thing you are doing lately…is sucking. You did teach me something, though, in the short time you and me were teammates in whatever the hell our name was back then. That one thing? Always fend for yourself and don’t let cults, like yours, ruin the lives. My life is awesome, right now. I don’t need saving. Try getting some poor sack who needs the power to jerking the curtains, as well as your…oh, that’s bad now that I think about it. But, you know what I mean. Go try “saving” a sorry soul who doesn’t know that this is a bigger scam than anything you see on television. Go try saving someone who thinks that diet pills are the way to go in losing weight. Go try saving someone who bought books called “Don’t Jump!” or “Baby Steps.” Just stay away from me and MY X-TREME TITLE! I hope I beat you so bad that you come back to reality…that you stop…think…and know that you are not a savior…that you are not someone who saw God and said that you were him. You know what? Maybe that’s not a good idea…if I knock you back to your senses, you are probably going to be sitting there thinking that Sarah Palin is the second coming of the noodley goodness of the giant spaghetti monster. But…whatever you want to call yourself…whatever you want to believe. Only one thing will stand tall, and that is Rizza….Rizza……..Rizza. Ah-ME! Bitches. ---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===--- Bruce and I are, now, sitting out on the porch. It’s a quiet sunny day outside and it looks like there’s nothing in sight in the sky, clouds, airplanes, hell…where we are sitting right now, we can’t even tell if the sun is there. Plus, the place that me and Mia are living at, right now, have no ways of road pollution…so it is pretty fucking awesome right now. I look at Bruce and he looks right at me and we both nod and then look out on to the big hill that’s in front of the house.

Do you miss him?

Him? Who is him?

You know, our boy…our lively hood that we had for the good part of a year or two.

Oh, you mean…Bruce? Well…yeah. I mean, I think about him every day. I think that he is looking down on me and that he is liking what I am doing. Why do you ask?

Well, I remember you asking me back in the bar about what I felt and…I kind of shaked it off without telling you why I feel like that.

Why do you feel like that, though? I mean, he was the one who brought you to me and, to be honest, without me…your ass would be pinned up on that wall at the bar up there next to the deer horns and the stuffed bear. Yeah, I remembered what was in that son of a bitch…in fact I hope that place burned to the ground.

But why do you miss him?

I miss him because, well, he was going to be the next…well…me. I know that sounds a bit poppy cockish, but it’s the truth. I wanted to have Randy as the next me, I was molding him into something that I wanted to be in my day. I mean, you look at me…I am a seven foot man…teaching a man who was five ten and two hundred and some pounds. Randy could do ten times as more shit than I can. I mean, have you seen his old matches? He finishes with flippy shit. I don’t do flippy shit, as you can tell, so Randy was going to be the “Zach Rizza 2.0” edition.

But you don’t feel anything for him not being here?

Why should I? I mean, yeah I wish he was with us and he was going on to bigger and better things…but I know that he’s in a better place where he isn’t getting pushed into doing shit that he doesn’t want to do. You know what I mean?

Yeah…I guess… I just feel like he’s responsible for me getting into trouble, like this, you know?

Maybe, Bruce, he was there on that plane helping us meet each other, yet again. You never ever know.

Maybe you’re right.