Heh…how things have turned in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation? How the tide has turned when it comes to the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. When you think you had something…when you think you have something in your grasps…when you think you have every God damn thing set in this damn federation there was someone, some thing, some entity that comes out there and ruins every damn thing in this federation. I should know…I did it before….I did it time and time again in this federation and, last week, I did it again. Last week, we saw the start of the demise of the man named KoRe. We saw that scumbag moocher Eric Anderson walk away from the place, yet again, empty handed…no gold…no parting gifts. “Big Tyme” Zach Rizza and Roxy “Super” Nova both walked away, once again, with those tag team belts around our beautiful but deadly waists. We, for the first time, used our tactics….used our wit…used our skill…to defeat a legend, like KoRe. We, for the first time in a few weeks, SUCCESSFULLY defended these belts that we still have…and, quite honestly, it’s something that I enjoy.

You see boys and girls, early in my career here in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation….before my X-Treme Iconism…before me starting on this legendary roll that I am on, beating three legends in a row. I was, pretty much, a curtain jerker. I was the man that, yes, I talk about all the time on here when I face someone that does not deserve to be in the same ring as me….I was that man. But, during that time…a tag team ruled the earth in X-Treme Wrestling Federation….a tag team that was untouchable…a tag team that was damn near unstoppable…a team that, well…their name says it all, those two men were….UNKILLABLE! I mean, Steve Jason and Jem Williams were the tag team to beat in that federation…those two men were the shit…those two men were every tag team’s wet dream…they were the men that you wanted to beat, not only in tag competition…but singles too. Those two men were the men that every tag team wanted to be afterwords in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and, trust me, that still is true today.

Yeah, I know Jem Williams and Steve Jason are not here any more. I know that the Unkillables are…dead…I know that the two are gone and done with and doing bigger and better things other then the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. And I sure as hell know that half of the roster don’t even know what I am talking about. I am sure that they thought Jem Williams and Steve Jason were great singles competitors because they got their asses kicked by those two men and, trust me, they are right. But those two men ARE THE BAR AMONG BARS in the world of tag team wrestling. Those two men ARE what tag teams should be. Those two men, in my eyes, ARE tag team wrestling.

But why am I talking about an old tag team that both members are gone from the X-Treme Wrestling Federation? Why am I sitting here wasting all of your precious time when you can be choking your chicken to a picture of Mungbean in his natural habitat? Because…I think we have found our match. I think we have found the team that will surpass all expectations…the team that will reset the bar…the team that will be the next style of greatness….the team of Roxy Nova and myself, Zach Rizza.

Why say that now? You have beaten one team…in your first match as a team…you can never speculate too soon Zach. Well, guess what? As a famous comedian, Ron White, once said….it is not THAT the wind is blowing….but it’s WHAT the wind is blowing. Using that in the tag team term of terms….It is not who the team is made up of….it is, however, who we have beaten. You look at the first match and…there..you have a legend and, yes, a pretty good wrestler. Hell, the legend is the Universal champion….the legend is the man that you have to beat to get to the top of the ladder here in the XWF, I should know…I was that guy at one point. But we beat him….FIRST TIME TOGETHER….Rizzaliner nearly took KoRe’s head clean off of his whole friggin’ body.

But I am not going to sit here…whine…complain…cry…moan…groan…bitch…and do all of the stuff that one man, who also beat KoRe, in a non-title situation. I am not going to kidnap the boss….or shoot Chadwick, I mean that man needed to be shot, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. My actions will speak louder then my words….my actions will show you that I deserve to be back on the top of the list…that I should be back on the spot that, YET, I have not lost to the current champion after I came back.

But, like I said, I am not going to sit here and complain that this tag match deserved me to get a single, one on one match with the, quote, “ICON” himself. I am not going to sit here and say “GET ME KORE OR EAT DEAT JONATHYN BROWN!” No, I am going to come out here…this Thursday night…to prove to you people that, not only, am I one half of the best tag team in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation…BUT I am still that damn good at single competition…that I am still the X-Treme Icon of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation….that I am, also, one of the best…if not the GREATEST X-Treme Wrestling Federation superstar that Jon Brown, Christian Connolly, and…yes…even Chad himself has got going today. That I am the man that people want to be like. That I am one of the few men that the younger generation wants to be like, just like I was the lucky few that stood here and said “Look at me, I am just like Steve Jason, that I am just like Jem Williams, and that I am just like Lee Stone” and have the skill, have the gull, have the cajones to back it up, unlike the majority of people who say that.

But, I am getting off track here. You people don’t want to hear my speech on the history of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation anymore…because all the rest of this will be just about myself and it will be redundant since I am still in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation and I am still working on my Wikipedia website. I am still making history and, I bet that I can continue that this week….so….who’s my opponent?

….

What?! No, no, no. Not him. Maximus?! Ah! Alright, I guess I have to show him.

Well…it’s my old Vigilante partner Maximus. It’s my old punching bag, my old sparring partner, my old “beat up” buddy that Jon used to pair us up so I can take him and beat his ass all over the ring,

But, you know. I can not say anything bad about Maximus. I mean, the man is trying his hardest. Like I said before, Maxipad did join me, Christian Connolly, and Lee Stone to reform one of the most dominant stables in the history of the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. However, though, it was not really a stable…it was just a training tool for guys like Maximus to get trained by the legends of this game. It was a training tool for the younger guys to get trained by the bigger guys, like myself. It was not for me…it was not for Christian Connolly…and it was not for Lee Stone. It was, mainly, a teaching tool…

…And I think we did a pretty damn good job. I mean, Connolly’s a General Manager….of Anarchy….I was Universal champion and, now, one half of the tag team champions, and Maximus was…..a……Canadian champion!

Now, I know what you are all saying….you are probably saying that the Canadian title isn’t that big of a deal…that the Canadian championship is…nothing to be scoffed at…it’s not even a real title. But, trust me, when we found Maximus…when we saw what we had in that poor son of a bitch…he was nothing. He would not have won anything. He would not be here right now holding any belt, even if it is the Canadian title. He would still be on Impact jerking the curtains for those sons of bitches that jerk the curtains for us.

Maximus, I am proud of you. I really am. You have gone from nameless to….useless because of us…because of me….because of your boss, now. Maximus…take your bumps…take your loss…take your damn Canadian title and go beat up some wash up man who thinks that they can have one more shot of glory. Go beat up no names that did something 9 years ago when this federation started up and, pretty much, faded away…just like you Maximus.

That is all you face, Maxi-pad. Softees. That is all of your opponents in a nutshell….soft. They are just like you. Maxipad, you are nothing in this business and when I get done with you….you will be nothing more…nothing less…just……..nothing.

But, Maximus…trust me…you will get, first hand, your very own “Welcome to the Big Tyme” moment!

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

As I sit here…looking out into the window…looking out at the rain pounding on the cars….thinking about what I just heard…thinking about everything that happened…thinking about my life…thinking about the life that is taken away in part to me being selfish in wanting to save my own life…in saying He could have taken any life except mine…in saying God to take people other then myself…to let him take innocent people…unlike me, who was the man who started this. I didn’t want anything like this to happen. I didn’t want to lose someone that I loved…someone that was my friend…someone that was my life. He’s gone…taken from me….because of me…because I didn’t want my life to end…because I thought my life was too important to save …because I am self-centered…that I am just sitting here only doing things for myself and anything that happened to me would be catastrophic. I am sitting here thinking that I am the only man that I care about…when there is a huge world around here…when there is a ton of people in the entire world and they die all the time.

Maybe it was my time, not theirs. Maybe I was supposed to go, instead of him. Maybe I was the man that God wanted…maybe I was the man that God called up to do his bidding. Maybe I was the one the He wanted to take me to the Promise Land. Maybe I was the one that was supposed to be six feet underground….and maybe I was the man that was supposed to be up there with the angels in heaven. Maybe I was the man that was going to be there with him….and Randy was supposed to be down here…in my position…living it up…living the dream…living the life….just…….living everything.

Maybe it is me…maybe I am just sitting here…thinking to much…maybe I am the one that have too much. Maybe…

…Maybe…heh…YEAH!

That’s it! It’s not my time yet. This isn’t a sign to say that I am a bad person. This isn’t a sign that I am supposed to be glum…gloomy…droopy…pissy and all the other rejected seven dwarf names. Maybe I am supposed to be here…to be the man that carries on his life…to be the man that takes his life to a whole new level…to be the man that lives on the dream that Randy can not live anymore…

…..But there is one thing that I have to do.

As I say that, I see in the corner of my eye…in the corner of the room…where the single rose is, where the other guy sleeps, I see the faint orange fog from the dream I had. It seems like it is just looking at me from the corner of the room. It is just like it’s starring at me trying to get me to do something…like I have something for the fog….it is just immovable, too. It’s not even moving.

I, now in my street clothes….since I am being discharged soon….place my hand inside my pocket….there’s a rusty glass bottle in my pocket. I picked it out of my pocket and noticed that there is….some sort of sand in the bottle…some sort of textured soil or something. It’s brownish…orange. I place the little bottle on the window sill and then…all of a sudden…the orange glow fog comes closer…so close I can feel cold spots over my entire back and my shoulders. I jolt back around.

,font color=royalblue> HEY! ST….

It’s gone.