So, I guess it’s that time for me to sit here and say how excited I am to be back. How thrilled I am that you, the fans, voted me in and that you, the fans, really did in fact miss me right?

Well, first off…who the heck did I beat? I mean, I beat Jewart and some guys I don’t even friggin’ know. I mean….

Wait…hold on one minute…What?

What? We can say fuck? You mean, we don’t have to hide the “bad woods” with stupid fucking stuff? That shit’s awesome!

Anyways, let me do this again. You people had to choose between me…Kevin Jewart, who I am somewhat familiar with, and two other new guys who I have, pretty much, no clue as to who they are. It was a shoe-in. If you didn’t vote for me, I don’t judge you. However, your judgment...was totally…totally…totally wrong from the beginning.

But, that’s the past. That’s in the rearview mirror. The future is here, the future happens on Sunday. Snow Job happens on Sunday. It’s me and Cent, one more time, for the X-Treme championship and, quite honestly, I am not really that pissed off. You see, the X-Treme Wrestling Federation returned a few years ago…I was there…first match that I got…was against Centurion. What happened? I won. That was my first match back in the XWF after a year absence. Then, let us turn the clock ahead…a few years later…”Big Tyme” Zach Rizza…Centurion…again...for one half of the tag team titles…and what happened then? It happened again. Big Tyme wins yet again and Rizza Nova was born and was pretty friggin’ dominant if you ask me. And I am asking me.

Now, we are here…yet again. One more time. For a title that, to be honest, I have held pretty much every year that I have been in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I have held that title and done some MAJOR damage with over the years. I have been in Helldome with that belt, that you have. I have been in the M4 match with that belt that you have. I have been in World title matches with that belt. I have been in UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCHES with that belt that you had. I HAD tag titles, United States titles, True Violence titles, Television titles, you name it, I’ve done it with that damn belt.

But…I’m facing you again, Cent. For MY title. The title that I made famous. The title that, to be honest, if it wasn’t for me to hold that title 5 to 6 times, let alone 16 times? There wouldn’t be a X-Treme title. There wouldn’t even be an X-Treme division in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. Hell, if it wasn’t for me Centurion, there wouldn’t have been an X-Treme Wrestling Federation for you to be a Legend of. So, you’re welcome.

But, Cent…I know you have a situation right now. I know your wife is in need. I know that you are in dire straits and that you have much on your mind right now. Be rest assured, I know your situation. I have been informed and I must say this to you:

It’s a very bad situation to be in. I know my wife…like I said in my Glam Slam interview…went into similar situations that Centurion is going through right about now. The uncertainty, the fear, the damn near knowing my wife, then my girlfriend, was going through in that hospital. I was praying for her life. You need to be there by her side…hoping for the best outcome that anything you can imagine can come out of it. I wish you the best, Cent, and I hope you come to the show. I hope you are able to get your mind straight, get you marbles back in the bag, get all your eggs in one hatch and get your ass back in that ring so we can settle this score the way that it was meant to be…in that very ring. The ring is where everything goes…away.

All of your troubles, fears, tribulations, and everything that is going on with your life. Hell, before I came back to the XWF…I was having a hard time…I was, in fact, watching the XWF every time it was on…making sure that I taped everything that I needed to tape. However, Cent…I felt like I still have it. Now, I know what you felt like. Now, I know why you are always here. I now know why you always seem to get your ass back right here to the XWF…you missed everything that there was to miss about the XWF. You wanted to feel that rush of the emotions again…and now I get to feel that feeling…against you, hopefully.

However, let’s talk about this “mystery” of the referee here. I don’t have a clue as to who you are…I don’t know what your purpose is. I don’t have a clue what you are going to do, how you are going to call it, and everything else in between. But here’s where I get off in telling you something. Don’t fuck around, sir or ma’am. The only thing you have to do is get out of the damn way…let me and Centurion beat the shit out of each other and just count the one, two, and three. That is all you have to do. Nothing else. No disqualifications, no count outs, no rules, no regulations. It’s just me and Centurion going mano y mano. All you have to do…is get down on your scummy little knees…hit your hand one time…two times…and that third time and then raise my hand in victory. That’s all that you have to do. Do…your…job!

But…let me get back to the main topic of the day. Let me get to the real reason why you guys are spending time reading this. Let us get to the one, the only, and the man of the power hour….me.

I came back, like I said, because of that “high” that you get when you’re in that ring. That is true. However, there is one other reason. It’s something that I’ve mentioned last night on the Glam Slam. It’s something that, to be honest, has been biting at my butt every time I heard about this doof. I think you all know him as Peter Gilmour.

The man sits there, just by winning four X-Treme titles, and claims that he…no I…is the X-Treme Icon of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation? Does he know what I have done? Does he know that I have been kicking ass and winning that title for a total of sixteen times, soon to be seventeen? Does he know the accolades that I have accomplished just by holding THAT title? Hell, I’ve stated numerous times…IN THIS STATEMENT…and I’m not going to waste my breath in saying it over…and over…and over again.

That belt that you claim to be an ICON of…already has an icon…it already has a star that it needs…it doesn’t need a guy claiming he’s something that he’s not. You are no icon, sir. I don’t think you ever will be an icon. So stop sitting there claiming something that you’re not. Every time you say that, sir, I sit there and melt away into the abyss…I sit there and wonder to myself “Some idiot just claimed that he was something that I am and he didn’t even do the things that I have done with that title. Pete, you’re not in my league.

Hell, looking at the whole “roster” half of the roster isn’t even in my league. I mean, Dante Ang…An…whatever the hell his name is? He’s the one that is fighting for the UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP?! Holy hell, where the hell have I been? Didn’t he suck at one or two points? What the hell went up his butt?!

Hell, I will leave you with the same thing that I have been saying all along…that something that made me stand out more than anyone in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. That statement, of course, is that when all is said and done. When the smoke clears. When the day turns to night and night turns to day. There is one thing that these people are going to remember. It’s not going to be that Universal title match. It’s not going to be the World title match. Hell, it’s not even going to be James Raven and Steve Jason going one on one. No, the one thing that these fans are going to realize is that there’s one thing that you people love to see week in and week out….and that’s RIZZA….RIZZA………RIZZA!

So, I’ll see all of you guys tomorrow, right? Same time, same place? Maybe Centurion’s going to have a rebuttal, so we have something to work with….right? Wait, what? We don’t have to do this two more times? You mean after this I can go train? I can go and have a good time? I can go and, pretty much, hang out with Chris and Shane?! Sweet! Ah hell, I can’t really meet them tonight, got to train my ass off. Nothing important is going to happen while I’m away…Let’s hope. ---===We Will Be Right Back===--- ---===Sponsored by: Mel Gibson in Edge of Darkness===---- ---===Welcome BACK to the Big Tyme===--- ---===No Smoking, please.===--- As I sit here watching different TV shows getting bored out of my mind…I don’t mind people knowing that I am bored out of my fucking mind. It’s been over a year since I saw a wrestling ring live and in person. There’s nothing I can really do, if you ask me, I put myself into this situation. I said that that was going to be the last time I was going to be, at least, in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. I mean, there is a part of me that wants to just get in that ring. But there’s another part of me that sits here and thinks “What if?”

What if I didn’t leave? What if I still was in charge of Anarchy? Would people still respect me? Would I be the one that’s getting all the credit?

What if I became an active competitor after the general manager position? Would I be respected more? Would I be worn out like an old pair of shoes? Would I become Universal or World champ? Would I be just a footnote on someone else’s resume, a notch on someone else’s bedpost? What am I going to do?

I flip on a channel that, to be honest, I never really went on when I wrestled…it’s the channel that shows X-Treme Wrestling Federation shows…and, you know what? I am going to watch this. I mean, I don’t want to…but, I guess, I got to see what the old band is doing. What the hell? James Raven? James fucking Raven is running the show? I don’t believe it. I really don’t. But, heh, what can you do? I mean, I was general manager at one point…I guess a monkey in a top hat playing the fiddle version of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” could do a great job as GM of these crazy people. I mean, I know I really had an easy time whipping these boys, and some girls, into shape.

What’s this? Who the hell is this guy going for the Universal champion? I mean, I remember this guy getting his ass kicked all around the X-Treme Wrestling Federation when I was the GM. Hell, when I was the general manager the poor kid quit on me, came back, quit, came back, and quit again. Now he has a Universal title shot? Damn!

What else is there?

MIA: BABY! Can you help me with the groceries? I just got into the door and I need a lot of help, since I have Eddie! I really need another hand over here, or two.

ME: Alright, I’ll be right there babe. I’m just watching so….WHAT THE…?!

I can’t believe what I saw and heard…someone really claimed the “X-TREME ICON” nickname? That’s identity theft! Bah! I guess I got to get up and help with the groceries. I come over to my wife, Mia, and kiss her on the lips. I see my baby boy and kiss him on the forehead.

MIA: So what have you been up…Oh no, you’re not…

ME: I’m not what? Well…I was bored…I thought I could just sit there and watch the show. But…you know…I had that feeling when I watched it that…you know, maybe I can do it? Maybe I still have that drive in my heart to get the hell in there and work my ass off, so to speak. I mean, I’m just sitting here on my ass. Hell, you keep asking me about getting a job. What about if I go get my old job?

MIA: Your old job nearly killed you, Zachary. You think I want to sit there and prey that you don’t get hurt or even worse? You think I want you to go out there and hope you don’t drop dead? No! You have been through too much, Zachary, and I don’t think I can take anymore of you putting your body on the line. We have a kid, Zachary; don’t you want to live to see your kid grow old? Don’t you want to grow old with me?

ME: Mia, listen. I don’t want you to think that way. You’ve seen me around here…I’m miserable…I need something to do. I need a stress reliever…I need this. You got to believe me that what I am going to do isn’t just going to hurt me, but hell…it’s going to be helping me help myself. If I get hurt, I get hurt…that’s the name of the game. So, please, let me get back into shape. Let me prove myself that I can do that. Please.

MIA: If you do go and do this…Please be careful ok?

ME: I am going to be ok. OK?

MIA: OK.