Why join someone like Nick Ryan? Someone who was CRITICAL in everything I did as general manager? Why would I want to join up with him and be a part of the Initiative ? The answer, mind you, is pretty simple. The answer will be shocking, to some of you though. Remember back in the day? Back when I was the GM? There happened to be a Ryan ran stable. Something that was supposed to “clean up the streets” of the XWF or whatever the hell he said it was. But, I am pretty sure you know who the hell I am talking about. The Road Crew. I bring this up because, well, all The Road Crew did was help…but using brute force on whomever didn‘t agree with them. There was no…thinking in that group. No brains, all brawn. So, when I heard Nick Ryan, yes that Nick Ryan, was going to be leading the one hundredth installment of the Initiative…and saw the names that were supposed to be in it…I laughed and I called up Nick Ryan and told him that he needed someone like me. That he needed someone to tell him what the hell to do. Who was going to do it? Dante? Nah, he can‘t pin the tail on the donkey if you gave him one hundred tails and without him being blindfolded. They needed someone who was there, they needed someone “inside,” someone who knows the workings of Big Shank, workings of a GOOD general manager, not saying Big Shank is a good GM…I will get to him later. But, ladies and gentlemen, I joined the Initiative because…well, I can. I came to them, they did not come to me. I wanted to help. Why? Because I have been in many of different stables and I know what it is like and I will put them first. A Ryan ran stable needs the brains to work, and the Road Crew, sorry to say, had…nobody on that front.

However, let me get to the reason why I am here all together. I’m looking at you, Shanker. All I hear about is how you are abusing power and how you are doing this, and doing that, doing things abusing your power of the general manager. That’s all I hear about…and you know something? You may not think about this but…I gave you that title as GM. I left after one helluva ride as GM, to leave you in charge. Now look at you. You’re overbearing. You’re power hungry. You want more, more, more. Could’ve just stayed away from this, could have lived it up like Blizzard did in his “retirement” but, Shank, that would have been too easy. You would like that, though, but I am not going to give you what you want, sir. I am not like that. You can’t just run over the show like a pack of wild wildebeests and take out everyone in your path….THAT’S not the general manager’s job…THAT’s not what I did…That’s not what I expected someone, as respected as you, Big Shank, if that is your real name, I will deal with you when I can…but right now…I have a match to worry about.

Which leads me to you, Centurion. My favorite! Look what you have become, Centy. WORLD Heavyweight Champion. It’s weird since the last time we met…you sucked. How did you turn it around three hundred and sixty degrees? How is that possible? In the span of one to two months…if that…you became from whining about not winning to, not only winning, but winning the WORLD heavyweight championship? I’m stunned, I really am. Kudos to you, sir. I am happy for you. Really, I am. But…as of right now, you and I are on opposite sides, as we always are. And, just like every time we were in that ring…I will gain the upper hand on your ass. However, it won’t be me that will get the “upper hand” it will be the before-mentioned Nick Ryan. Why? Because I am here. And, Centurion, you are shaking in your boots because of that fact. But, Cent, I respect you full well. I always liked you and always thought you were a legend and will always think that. But, as of right now, you are just another pawn in this game that will always go my way.

But then we reach my counterpart in this situation. Mrs. Mia Sanchez. Mia, Mia, Mia. You, to be honest, shocked me the most. When you first started in the XWF, you were held down. You were facing guys like QC Thug and Barney Green and all these other stuff. When I was tag champion with Roxy Nova, I looked on from afar at you. I know what you have to offer, you are one of the most dominant females, and more dominant than some of the males, in this federation. I tried to help you, Ms. Sanchez. I gave you the big matches, the main event spot lights, the big title matches, and what do I get for it?

Simple. “WHY AM I GETTING PUT INTO THIS MATCH?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WAH, WAH, WAH!”

I tried to help you, here, Mia, and what am I getting for thanks? You PMSing to me about why you can’t be in the spotlight. Why you can’t do this, or why you can not do that. That’s all I got. That’s all I get for my thanks, right? People bitching at me? Great. But, you know something? All of that, off of my shoulders now. It’s your fault now, Mia. If you don’t step up your game and your fame, it’s not the general manager’s fault. It’s not the owner’s fault…wherever that man is, whoever that man is, whatever that man is, hell I don’t even know he’s a man…but that’s not the point. The point is, Mia, if you don’t show what you got, unless you get QC Thug out of retirement and face him every single week like you wound up doing BEFORE I got here and after you bitched about losing all the damn time. All you have to look at is yourself if you fail to impress not one, but two G.M.’s. The blood will be on your hands, sweet cheeks, your hands. ---===We Will Be Right Back===--- ---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===--- Ah, that tastes good. Beer…it’s what cools the gullet and what cools you down on a hot, hot, hot, hot day. And how do you relieve a beer that went down to the stomach and a fast pace? Burp! Ah, that feels so good. Let’s see what’s on the tube…bull shit…news…bullshit….crap….nothing…..oh, Man versus Food. I might go ahead and watch this. This is one of the best show I’ve seen, knowing that I will never have the opportunity to do this, nor will I ever do this in my life. I mean, a 72 ounce steak?! Come on! A maniac would do that, hell I don’t think a maniac would even do that as well. But then, my pants start to tingle….oh great, who could this be at this time of day?

Yeah, who’s this?

Rizz, it’s Nick. Hey, I just wanted to thank you again for coming on our side.

Hey, no problem. Remember, though, you didn’t come to me. I came to you.

Yeah, I hear ya. Hell, I nearly shat my pants when I saw you come out. Thought you were going to kick our asses.

You know, why do you bring back the Initiative? Hasn’t it had a million resurrections over the years? Hasn’t the Initiative angle been done over and over again? All I see every year is “THE INITIATIVE IS COMING BACK!” and all of that.

So I shouldn’t…

No, I never meant it like that. I mean, you have to know the Initiative in the XWF, along with the Black Order, have been the two most renewed stables in the existence of the XWF. But, I know why I joined. You see, the Initiative, numerous of times, was brute force packed on brute force with a side of brute force and for desert…brute friggin force. But, the Initiative that will work better is…someone that has been there before…someone that has known the grounds of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation since nearly its beginning, someone like…

…Centurion? I should’ve gotten him, right?

NO! Why the hell would you want to get him?! That scum is lucky to be a champion, and you know that.

That’s why I want to face him. So I can show him that I can kick his ass where ever, whenever. You know?

Hell yes, I know. You know, you sound just like me, when I was younger. Eager, full of energy, full of spunk. And you know what I did when I had that spunk?

Lost to Beast?

….

I can’t believe he said that. I should just hang up and throw my damn phone out the window after that.

Rizz, you there? Man, I am just kidding. Please tell me.

What I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted is that…I had that spunk when I went on to face Jem Williams and beat him for the Universal title. You, Nick Ryan, have that “spunkiness” that I like to see and you, sir, are going to go far in this business.

You know, I have been in the XWF around the same time as you have. I’m not that “spunky” kid that you thought I was.

Well, that’s the point. Was I that “spunky” when I won? Is Centurion that “spunky” when he won? How about Jem Williams? I am sure that spunkiness STILL has that spunk when he won that damn championship? Hells yeah. You have that spunk in you, sir. And you know what that spunk is?

Stinky?

I hate you, Nick. No, the spunk that I am talking about…it’s the drive of a champion. It’s the heart of warriors. It’s the drive that you need to do it. And, finally, after all of these years…you have it…and you may go out there and do it tomorrow….you may go out there and do it later…just go out there and fucking do it!