My life has been a rollercoaster from start to finish. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said that it was like a script from a film or something.

I was staying up late a few weeks ago and trawled across an internet site that promoted this rather geeky online game and the nerd within was strangely fascinated by it all. They called it “e-fedding”. Sounds gay, I know. Basically, though, there are thousands of guys across the world that like to pretend they’re fake wrestlers and create colourful characters through writing to live out their dreams. It sounded like a really strange concept at first, but after taking a few hours to engage with this strange role-playing hobby, it got me thinking...

What if we’re all just stuck in one giant e-fed?

Maybe I’m someone’s character... and maybe the guy who writes my character is someone else’s character...and so on.

This line of thinking kind of distorted my perspective on reality, but it made me think that the only thing that we can aspire to do in life is achieve artistic perfection.

We’re all walking down the same path in line and no one has ever really managed to ascertain what the true purpose of life is. Well, maybe, just maybe the purpose of life is simply to live as a human being through all our failings and all of our triumphs, growing as a result of overcoming whatever hurdles are placed in the way.

In turn, that made me think about Rick Majors.

Rick’s a guy that’s been there since the beginning for me, but I’ll always remember the day that he tainted my otherwise flawless Slamfest record and left me as a mere mortal on the canvas. That match broke my heart and it changed me as a person forever, but it also presented me with the greatest challenge of my career...

Take back your fucking honour, Champion, said the voice in my head.

It doesn’t matter that my life is coming to an end because this is all I have left to dream about. Once this match is done, I’m going to be at peace with the legacy that I leave. This is my final shot at vindication and will cement my status as one of the true all time greats. People have often said that I’m a hard guy to like because I can’t keep my ego in check, but it’s my constant desire to achieve artistic perfection that makes me come across as a bit of an asshole sometimes.

I’m not going to change that for anyone though. I am who I am.

Rick, when you look across that ring at me at Slamfest, you’re going to be looking at a man that’s ready to die in more ways than one. I’ve got nothing more to give to anymore and that’s why I’m the most dangerous opponent that you’ve ever encountered; I don’t care what I have to put myself through to come on top in this match...

It’s going to happen.

There are some things in life that we simply can’t control. There are some things in life that were simply meant to be. One such thing is that my name will be forever associated with great victories and valiant tales of glory...

And it’s for that reason that I’m going to emerge as the final man to have his hand raised at a NLCW pay-per-view event.

Yes, we’re brothers. Yes, our lives have been forever entwined, but.... yes, I want this a great deal more than you do, Rick.

I’m ready to give this everything I’ve got. This will be my final match in the greatest wrestling company that I’ve ever had the privilege of working with and I’m determined to sign off with style. As much as I love you, Rick, and admire everything you’ve done for me over the years, you’ve never had that same ethic to strive for perfection. This is just a game to you, but, to me, this is like the open book of my life. You’re not of that same mould. You’re don’t have the same make up...

You’re not Chris Champion.

And that is the sole reason why you’re going to lose.

The Grim Reaper is calling my name and the only thing that’s keeping me alive is the will I have to come out on top in this match. I’m a dead man walking but as long as I have a tongue in my mouth...