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Post by Bartman on Jul 11, 2006 22:21:08 GMT -5
We are blinded by the excruciating glare from the risen morning sun. The sun, the main centerpiece in the sky shines boldly above all sending us into slight shock. Uncontrollably, the sun continues to heavily beat down upon us, every second beginning to make our skin fry. Unexpectedly, we gasp for air, as it seems as if we are put into a bind of some sort. Meanwhile, it continues to squeeze the life out of us, each moment seeming like eternity. We ponder at the thought as to where we are, or more importantly, what brings us here. Minutes pass by, as we continue to be held under this bind, the scorching sun still beating on our dry, and blistered skin putting us through unbearable agony and suffering. Blinded by the callous glare of the sun, our blurred vision slowly begins to become darker. Suddenly, in a split second a single gust of wind passes by, giving us minor relief. As the minutes go by, the wind begins to pick up pace, becoming more harsh by the second. In a matter of moments, we are released from this bind as we begin heavily panting. To this point it remains a complete mystery as to where we are or why exactly we are here. The wind swiftly passes through the air as the once burning sensation begins to disappear and relieve as from the suffering. Slowly, but surely our once darkened vision becomes clearer by the second revealing our location in which we stand. A children’s playground. Though it is not large in size, the playground simply consists of a small plastic swing set, and rusted yellow slide. That’s it. Not a vast variety at all, yet it doesn’t make it any less of a playground. The wind continues to blow harshly swaying the plastic swing back and fourth, leaving an irritating screech ringing in our ears. Suddenly, though it didn’t seem possible, the wind speed begins to pick even more and scattered trash pieces sway within the hear, as we can’t help but feel a single down our spine. Unexpectedly, a presence is now known as walking toward this direction, far out into the green field, is none other than the former WFWF International Champion, and the returning WFWF superstar, “The Man of the Hour” Josh.
Last week on Odium, in a shocking turn of events it was announced that making his way back into the WFWF was none other than former WFWF National and International Champion, not to mention former owner, “The Man of the Hour” Josh. Josh claimed that he returned to the WFWF for two things, to regain power and control amongst him fellow superstars and to finally capture the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. Although, his time to shine with World Championship Gold will come another time, at Odium, he is capable to completing of one of his tasks, and that is regaining power and control amongst himself, and everyone around him. And what better way to do so than by defeating a former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, and coincidentally, current co-owner of WFWF, Drakz. Both “The Man of the Hour” Josh and Drakz are no strangers to one other, and stepped inside the ring together not once, but twice early on in both their careers. In those two encounters it was the Man of the Hour who stood tall and remained triynedo each time. This time around, Drakz is hoping that he can finally put an end to his streak, and an end to “The Man of the Hour’s” career while he is at it. Josh left abruptly from ownership, as it was both Drakz and Kyzer who taunted him as his way out. After many questions pondering the mind of many as to where the “Man of the Hour” had went, at Odium Josh makes his long awaited return to the WFWF and one can only wonder if he still has the ability haul ass from left to right, or if the months out of action will catch up to him in the end. Either way, July 13th the stage is set, as two former WFWF International Champions, and the former and current WFWF Owner step into the ring, one on one. At Odium, it will be Josh vs Drakz III.
Josh: I haven’t gone a single day since Odium, without questioning myself. The many questions ponder my mind, and eat into me, causing pain, causing agony. Yet, there is no cure. There is no treatment to it all. Since Odium, I’ve questioned my actions, I questioned my presence, and more importantly, I’ve questioned my outlook. Asking what exactly am I looking for in the long run, and what exactly am I looking to accomplish when it’s all said and done. I continue to think and can’t help but realize that despite having thousand questions pondering the inside of me… there is no clear answer. To say there was, I’d be lying. I did not want to return, I left it all for a reason. Literally left it all behind hoping not even once look back. Not once. Despite my effort, despite my god-forsaken attempt, it ate away at me. I was left with a dissatisfying feeling knowing that in spite of my reasons of disappearing, deep down, I knew I failed myself. I failed the test, and now, now it’s time to make-up for it all. Unlike many today, it’s something I’m not looking to take for granted.
The wind continues to blow harshly sending the swing set the heavily sway up into the air. Meanwhile, the “Man of the Hour” has just made his way to the center of the playground simply leaning on the rusted slide.
Josh: One month, fifteen days, fourteen hours… and I’m back. Simple as that. Though it probably may have not seemed that long, to many. To me, to the Man of the Hour, it seemed like eternity. I was craving to return like a hunger. When Odium came to Toronto, I couldn’t help but feel so disgusted and betrayed. Everything I worked for, everything the company had become had been all washed down the drain in just a matter of seconds. The two men in which ownership was turned over to, Michael Kyzer, and surprisingly the WFWF… well, at the time, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Drakz. I look at the superstars and watch them literally suck it up as they watch their career crumble before their eyes. And they know it as well. Of course, that’s where I come into play. It’s my turn Drakzy. It’s my move Kyzer. And the operation begins, my plan starts now. Unlike everyone else, I’m willing to do something. Unlike everyone one I’m willing to put my foot down. You see, unlike everyone else… I’m more than willing to stare both of you dead in the eye and make you crumble before my presence. So I returned. I didn’t come crawling back, difference is, you two aren’t doing this for me. I’m doing this for myself. I don’t need anyone behind me, I’m a one man army. Just like I was the day I stepped in here and still to this day. I fight, for me. No one else.
Josh slowly makes his way towards the swing set all the while it remains swiftly moving back and forth. In a spilt second, the Man of the Hour catches the swaying swing set as he simply stands there, hair moving recklessly, simply clutch the swing set.
Josh: It all begins again, at Odium. My climb to the top, my fight to be the best is underway. You see, the problem with everyone today is they take opportunity for granted. They take second chances lightly. Something so rare, so precious, and they let it all go to waste. It sickens me at the way people disrespect something many people crave for, something people can only dream about. At Odium, I’ve been given a second chance, an opportunity if you will. However, it’s like no other. This is not for championship gold, neither is it for a label. July 13th, I go against a man who I’ve fought not once, but twice. Each time showing him exactly why I am “The Man of the Hour”. At Odium, I go against a competitor who has taken the slightest things I can’t help but dream about, and literally dump it in the trash. As if it’s a direct shot at me. As if he knows I wanted it, but rather spit in my face. The in-ring return of “The Man of the Hour” Josh will happen at the next edition of Odium as I stand toe to toe with the former WFWF Would Heavyweight Champion, and current WFWF Owner…. Drakz.
Still grasping the swing set, Josh releases it before slowly seating himself. The wind continues to blow through his short, black hair but it seems as if the man of the hour doesn’t even make notice of it. He just continues to be seated on the swing just simply swaying, back and forth.
Josh: It’s hard to believe that it has been well over a year since the last encounter between Drakz and I. Despite being two of the top prospects in the WFWF, there were only two matches where I stepped toe to two with Drakz, just one on one. What’s harder to believe, is the fact that I won both of those fucking encounters yet I was continued to be held down. I just... I just don’t understand. To this day I can’t help but wonder as to why Drakz was given chance after chance, yet the Man of the Hour, was stuck with whom exactly? Immune? CBT? Saku? Three men I’ve beaten countless,and countless times before yet I was thrown into the equation to feud for the WFWF International Championship. You see, it’s not the fact that I was fighting for International Gold, it’s just more so the simple detail, that while I was doing so, it was Drakz feuding for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, it was Drakz who was given more than once chance at that title, but more importantly, it was DRAKZ who I’ve beaten twice, and had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Disgusting.
The Man of the Hour picks up the pace as he gets minor height while on the swing. Despite the joy one would usually have on a swing, Josh is completely expressionless. As if he is bored out of his mind, or simply isn’t aware he is on a children’s swing set. Josh, still unresponsive resumes speaking.
Josh: I can’t help but wonder what exactly is so special about Drakz. I mean, what exactly have you done that I haven’t accomplished. Beat ZMaster? Hmm, I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten him. Maybe CBT? Oh wait, I’ve beaten him not once, hmm, not even twice… three times. The loveable Ray Smith perhaps? He’s fallen before me too, Drakz. Just like you have on two separate occasions. And to tell me you were receiving a title shot, and won for that matter, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship the same day I won my WFWF International Championship is utterly sickening. Of course, the question remains, who is to put to blame? Certainly, not me. You see, unlike more than half the roster I had to work my way to the top. I had to take on every challenge that was set before. The only one thing that was never set before me was a silver platter, which honestly can’t be said for you Drakz. I mean, who exactly is to blame for your overwhelming success? I can’t remember one thing worth while in your career which you have blown people away with. Not one title reign that made people look in awe. I haven’t seen jack shit from you that made you deserving or even worthy of all your ‘achievements’.
In a spilt second, Josh comes to a halt before quickly standing up. He slides his fingers through his hair as he sets it back into his liking. Throughout it all, gusts of winds continue to fill our surrounds making us quite unsettling.
Josh: I’ve done things in the past, Drakz, which was probably for the worst. Hell, I’ve seen people do things, which just made you, sit down and make you rip out your hair. Nothing, NOTHING, compared to what I’ve seen you do. No, it’s not just shoving this company into the ground; let’s forget about that for a moment. The share disrespect and lack of treatment you gave the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship blows anything out of the water, which I have seen. You and everyone fail to realize how hard I worked for over a year, since day one, to even be considered for a single title shot. I could only dream of holding a gold that prestigious. I tried so hard to make it to the top. Holding the WFWF World Title to symbolize that you are that much better than everyone else, symbolizing you are the main man. I’ve never had that opportunity, or even a shot at it, for that matter... But you have. At Fully Charged, you finally captured the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship beating Johnny Michaels, Ray Smith, and Master of Destruction. You finally did it Drakz. You were living the dream. And I could honestly say, I was envious. Oh, so deep with envy. Who wouldn’t.
Then you threw it all away you sick son of a bitch. You took that title, and everything it was worth and disgraced it. You vacated a title, which you worked so hard for, a title people fantasize of having. And you threw it away like a children’s play toy. Acted as if you could pick it up whenever you felt necessary. That was a spit in my face, Drakz. I couldn’t help but feel as if it was directed at me. Sure, call me a hypocrite. I vacated the International Title, big deal. That was only for the share fact that deep down I knew the gold shining glorious around your waist should have been mine. Of course, it doesn’t stop there. You took it a step further had that prominent title renamed. And to what? The Intergalactic Spaceman title? Hilarious. You should be proud. You took that title and stomped, spit, and shit on it all in one motion. That must be a Guinness Record. I must say Drakzy, you won the award for being the biggest piece of shit to ever step foot in the WFWF within the last 5 years. That’s really, really the accomplishment.
Josh crouches down as he braces his back firmly on the cold, steel rusted slide. Within seconds the Man of the Hour shivers at the chilliness of the environment. He quickly shoves his hands deep inside his pockets before chuckling to himself.
Josh: You should be proud Drakz, you are not the glorious owner of the WFWF. Everyone looks up to you as you spit down on the superstars below. You must feel really powerful, don’t you Drakz? Knowing that everyone’s fate lies in both you and Kyzer’s hand. And in a blink of an eye squash them like a bug and carry on with your life and act as if nothing at happened. It’s rare to find someone with no self-pity. Renaming everything and anything you see fit. The show, the titles. What’s next, Drakz? Are you going to be renaming the superstars? Are you and Kyzer are going to abuse those powers more and disgrace everyone? You need realize that sooner or later, it’ll all come to an end. And you two will crumble before your eyes. It’s just whether how soon it will happen. Come Odium, I’m looking to begin the operation. All I need is “The Man of the Hour”. I’m not joining Yukio’s little pansy sing-a-long group. I work alone. I single handedly took out the UIA, and I sure as hell will do it again.
The minor chuckle is now becoming stronger, as Josh is randomly laughing to himself to whatever reason. The sky is becoming grayer as the minutes pass by while the wind continues to rage within the air. It is becoming noticeable that Josh is getting cold as he slightly starts trembling. Despite it all, Josh continues to speak.
Josh: Superbrawl IV, WFWF World Heavyweight Championship… Jason Vieria vs Reverend Shadow? Hilarity at its finest. It’s really quite sad if anything. Two nothings, two random nobodies who have yet to win a Singles Championship, and they are in the Main Event Superbrawl? Disgusting. Utterly disgusting, yet heart-breaking at the same time. Of course, Drakz, you must be laughing it up. Anything to make you laugh is worth disgracing something as big as Superbrawl. Just one yet again I wrestled for the WFWF X-Rated Championship and defined the odds. And I knew, that if I had tried I could have Main Evented Superbrawl IV. Where I’ll finally win the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion beating the odds yet again. You see, it’s not the fact that I’m not in the main event. Not at all. It’s more so that fact that despite all my efforts, it is Reverend Shadow and Jason Vieria main eventing the show. It could have been ZMaster, could have been Tha CBT, hell, it could have been Alex Sean. At least then I’d have the satisfaction of knowing that they somewhat earned their chance at it. Not nearly as much as me, of course, but rather them than two complete strangers to the wrestling world. And I know Drakz you can’t look we dead straight in the eye and tell me I don’t deserve to Main Event Superbrawl IV, or even more importantly, I don’t deserve to hold the World Heavyweight Title.
You fail to realize Drakz that I am not Ray Smith, I am not ZMaster, I am not CBT, nor am I Johnny Michaels. I’m nowhere like one of your former opponents. I’m not going to fall before you. I never did in the past, so will I do so now? The past is the past Drakz, and you’ve gotten older but certainly not wiser. Yet, you’re too self-centered to realize that. At Odium, Drakz we step inside the same ring, one on one for the third time. Who knows, maybe the third time is a charm. Maybe despite of this chaotic hell we’ve been through, perhaps it is finally your time to stand triumphant. But you sure as hell know that in my return match, I am not going down easy. You need to realize that I am not the future any more Drakzy. For ages now, I’ve stated that my time was slowly coming up. My time is now, Drakz. The future is now. Whether you want to admit it or not, Drakz, come Odium, July 13th, you will once again fall victim for the third time, to the “Man of the Hour”.
Still shivering Josh slowly makes his way to his feet, as he begins heavily trembling. His laughter is all but something from the past as he returns to an expressionless state. The sky as become a dark gray which is quite unusual as it is still morning. All of a sudden, in a spilt second rain begins to pour harshly down on the environment, as the Man of the Hour becomes soaking wet. Oddly enough, to this point it seems as if Josh hasn’t made notice of the pouring rain, all the while simply having his head tucked down, hands deep into his pockets gradually walking off as the scene fades away.
Last week on Odium, in a shocking turn of events it was announced that making his way back into the WFWF was none other than former WFWF National and International Champion, not to mention former owner, “The Man of the Hour” Josh. Josh claimed that he returned to the WFWF for two things, to regain power and control amongst him fellow superstars and to finally capture the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. Although, his time to shine with World Championship Gold will come another time, at Odium, he is capable to completing of one of his tasks, and that is regaining power and control amongst himself, and everyone around him. And what better way to do so than by defeating a former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, and coincidentally, current co-owner of WFWF, Drakz. Both “The Man of the Hour” Josh and Drakz are no strangers to one other, and stepped inside the ring together not once, but twice early on in both their careers. In those two encounters it was the Man of the Hour who stood tall and remained triynedo each time. This time around, Drakz is hoping that he can finally put an end to his streak, and an end to “The Man of the Hour’s” career while he is at it. Josh left abruptly from ownership, as it was both Drakz and Kyzer who taunted him as his way out. After many questions pondering the mind of many as to where the “Man of the Hour” had went, at Odium Josh makes his long awaited return to the WFWF and one can only wonder if he still has the ability haul ass from left to right, or if the months out of action will catch up to him in the end. Either way, July 13th the stage is set, as two former WFWF International Champions, and the former and current WFWF Owner step into the ring, one on one. At Odium, it will be Josh vs Drakz III.
Josh: I haven’t gone a single day since Odium, without questioning myself. The many questions ponder my mind, and eat into me, causing pain, causing agony. Yet, there is no cure. There is no treatment to it all. Since Odium, I’ve questioned my actions, I questioned my presence, and more importantly, I’ve questioned my outlook. Asking what exactly am I looking for in the long run, and what exactly am I looking to accomplish when it’s all said and done. I continue to think and can’t help but realize that despite having thousand questions pondering the inside of me… there is no clear answer. To say there was, I’d be lying. I did not want to return, I left it all for a reason. Literally left it all behind hoping not even once look back. Not once. Despite my effort, despite my god-forsaken attempt, it ate away at me. I was left with a dissatisfying feeling knowing that in spite of my reasons of disappearing, deep down, I knew I failed myself. I failed the test, and now, now it’s time to make-up for it all. Unlike many today, it’s something I’m not looking to take for granted.
The wind continues to blow harshly sending the swing set the heavily sway up into the air. Meanwhile, the “Man of the Hour” has just made his way to the center of the playground simply leaning on the rusted slide.
Josh: One month, fifteen days, fourteen hours… and I’m back. Simple as that. Though it probably may have not seemed that long, to many. To me, to the Man of the Hour, it seemed like eternity. I was craving to return like a hunger. When Odium came to Toronto, I couldn’t help but feel so disgusted and betrayed. Everything I worked for, everything the company had become had been all washed down the drain in just a matter of seconds. The two men in which ownership was turned over to, Michael Kyzer, and surprisingly the WFWF… well, at the time, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Drakz. I look at the superstars and watch them literally suck it up as they watch their career crumble before their eyes. And they know it as well. Of course, that’s where I come into play. It’s my turn Drakzy. It’s my move Kyzer. And the operation begins, my plan starts now. Unlike everyone else, I’m willing to do something. Unlike everyone one I’m willing to put my foot down. You see, unlike everyone else… I’m more than willing to stare both of you dead in the eye and make you crumble before my presence. So I returned. I didn’t come crawling back, difference is, you two aren’t doing this for me. I’m doing this for myself. I don’t need anyone behind me, I’m a one man army. Just like I was the day I stepped in here and still to this day. I fight, for me. No one else.
Josh slowly makes his way towards the swing set all the while it remains swiftly moving back and forth. In a spilt second, the Man of the Hour catches the swaying swing set as he simply stands there, hair moving recklessly, simply clutch the swing set.
Josh: It all begins again, at Odium. My climb to the top, my fight to be the best is underway. You see, the problem with everyone today is they take opportunity for granted. They take second chances lightly. Something so rare, so precious, and they let it all go to waste. It sickens me at the way people disrespect something many people crave for, something people can only dream about. At Odium, I’ve been given a second chance, an opportunity if you will. However, it’s like no other. This is not for championship gold, neither is it for a label. July 13th, I go against a man who I’ve fought not once, but twice. Each time showing him exactly why I am “The Man of the Hour”. At Odium, I go against a competitor who has taken the slightest things I can’t help but dream about, and literally dump it in the trash. As if it’s a direct shot at me. As if he knows I wanted it, but rather spit in my face. The in-ring return of “The Man of the Hour” Josh will happen at the next edition of Odium as I stand toe to toe with the former WFWF Would Heavyweight Champion, and current WFWF Owner…. Drakz.
Still grasping the swing set, Josh releases it before slowly seating himself. The wind continues to blow through his short, black hair but it seems as if the man of the hour doesn’t even make notice of it. He just continues to be seated on the swing just simply swaying, back and forth.
Josh: It’s hard to believe that it has been well over a year since the last encounter between Drakz and I. Despite being two of the top prospects in the WFWF, there were only two matches where I stepped toe to two with Drakz, just one on one. What’s harder to believe, is the fact that I won both of those fucking encounters yet I was continued to be held down. I just... I just don’t understand. To this day I can’t help but wonder as to why Drakz was given chance after chance, yet the Man of the Hour, was stuck with whom exactly? Immune? CBT? Saku? Three men I’ve beaten countless,and countless times before yet I was thrown into the equation to feud for the WFWF International Championship. You see, it’s not the fact that I was fighting for International Gold, it’s just more so the simple detail, that while I was doing so, it was Drakz feuding for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, it was Drakz who was given more than once chance at that title, but more importantly, it was DRAKZ who I’ve beaten twice, and had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Disgusting.
The Man of the Hour picks up the pace as he gets minor height while on the swing. Despite the joy one would usually have on a swing, Josh is completely expressionless. As if he is bored out of his mind, or simply isn’t aware he is on a children’s swing set. Josh, still unresponsive resumes speaking.
Josh: I can’t help but wonder what exactly is so special about Drakz. I mean, what exactly have you done that I haven’t accomplished. Beat ZMaster? Hmm, I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten him. Maybe CBT? Oh wait, I’ve beaten him not once, hmm, not even twice… three times. The loveable Ray Smith perhaps? He’s fallen before me too, Drakz. Just like you have on two separate occasions. And to tell me you were receiving a title shot, and won for that matter, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship the same day I won my WFWF International Championship is utterly sickening. Of course, the question remains, who is to put to blame? Certainly, not me. You see, unlike more than half the roster I had to work my way to the top. I had to take on every challenge that was set before. The only one thing that was never set before me was a silver platter, which honestly can’t be said for you Drakz. I mean, who exactly is to blame for your overwhelming success? I can’t remember one thing worth while in your career which you have blown people away with. Not one title reign that made people look in awe. I haven’t seen jack shit from you that made you deserving or even worthy of all your ‘achievements’.
In a spilt second, Josh comes to a halt before quickly standing up. He slides his fingers through his hair as he sets it back into his liking. Throughout it all, gusts of winds continue to fill our surrounds making us quite unsettling.
Josh: I’ve done things in the past, Drakz, which was probably for the worst. Hell, I’ve seen people do things, which just made you, sit down and make you rip out your hair. Nothing, NOTHING, compared to what I’ve seen you do. No, it’s not just shoving this company into the ground; let’s forget about that for a moment. The share disrespect and lack of treatment you gave the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship blows anything out of the water, which I have seen. You and everyone fail to realize how hard I worked for over a year, since day one, to even be considered for a single title shot. I could only dream of holding a gold that prestigious. I tried so hard to make it to the top. Holding the WFWF World Title to symbolize that you are that much better than everyone else, symbolizing you are the main man. I’ve never had that opportunity, or even a shot at it, for that matter... But you have. At Fully Charged, you finally captured the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship beating Johnny Michaels, Ray Smith, and Master of Destruction. You finally did it Drakz. You were living the dream. And I could honestly say, I was envious. Oh, so deep with envy. Who wouldn’t.
Then you threw it all away you sick son of a bitch. You took that title, and everything it was worth and disgraced it. You vacated a title, which you worked so hard for, a title people fantasize of having. And you threw it away like a children’s play toy. Acted as if you could pick it up whenever you felt necessary. That was a spit in my face, Drakz. I couldn’t help but feel as if it was directed at me. Sure, call me a hypocrite. I vacated the International Title, big deal. That was only for the share fact that deep down I knew the gold shining glorious around your waist should have been mine. Of course, it doesn’t stop there. You took it a step further had that prominent title renamed. And to what? The Intergalactic Spaceman title? Hilarious. You should be proud. You took that title and stomped, spit, and shit on it all in one motion. That must be a Guinness Record. I must say Drakzy, you won the award for being the biggest piece of shit to ever step foot in the WFWF within the last 5 years. That’s really, really the accomplishment.
Josh crouches down as he braces his back firmly on the cold, steel rusted slide. Within seconds the Man of the Hour shivers at the chilliness of the environment. He quickly shoves his hands deep inside his pockets before chuckling to himself.
Josh: You should be proud Drakz, you are not the glorious owner of the WFWF. Everyone looks up to you as you spit down on the superstars below. You must feel really powerful, don’t you Drakz? Knowing that everyone’s fate lies in both you and Kyzer’s hand. And in a blink of an eye squash them like a bug and carry on with your life and act as if nothing at happened. It’s rare to find someone with no self-pity. Renaming everything and anything you see fit. The show, the titles. What’s next, Drakz? Are you going to be renaming the superstars? Are you and Kyzer are going to abuse those powers more and disgrace everyone? You need realize that sooner or later, it’ll all come to an end. And you two will crumble before your eyes. It’s just whether how soon it will happen. Come Odium, I’m looking to begin the operation. All I need is “The Man of the Hour”. I’m not joining Yukio’s little pansy sing-a-long group. I work alone. I single handedly took out the UIA, and I sure as hell will do it again.
The minor chuckle is now becoming stronger, as Josh is randomly laughing to himself to whatever reason. The sky is becoming grayer as the minutes pass by while the wind continues to rage within the air. It is becoming noticeable that Josh is getting cold as he slightly starts trembling. Despite it all, Josh continues to speak.
Josh: Superbrawl IV, WFWF World Heavyweight Championship… Jason Vieria vs Reverend Shadow? Hilarity at its finest. It’s really quite sad if anything. Two nothings, two random nobodies who have yet to win a Singles Championship, and they are in the Main Event Superbrawl? Disgusting. Utterly disgusting, yet heart-breaking at the same time. Of course, Drakz, you must be laughing it up. Anything to make you laugh is worth disgracing something as big as Superbrawl. Just one yet again I wrestled for the WFWF X-Rated Championship and defined the odds. And I knew, that if I had tried I could have Main Evented Superbrawl IV. Where I’ll finally win the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion beating the odds yet again. You see, it’s not the fact that I’m not in the main event. Not at all. It’s more so that fact that despite all my efforts, it is Reverend Shadow and Jason Vieria main eventing the show. It could have been ZMaster, could have been Tha CBT, hell, it could have been Alex Sean. At least then I’d have the satisfaction of knowing that they somewhat earned their chance at it. Not nearly as much as me, of course, but rather them than two complete strangers to the wrestling world. And I know Drakz you can’t look we dead straight in the eye and tell me I don’t deserve to Main Event Superbrawl IV, or even more importantly, I don’t deserve to hold the World Heavyweight Title.
You fail to realize Drakz that I am not Ray Smith, I am not ZMaster, I am not CBT, nor am I Johnny Michaels. I’m nowhere like one of your former opponents. I’m not going to fall before you. I never did in the past, so will I do so now? The past is the past Drakz, and you’ve gotten older but certainly not wiser. Yet, you’re too self-centered to realize that. At Odium, Drakz we step inside the same ring, one on one for the third time. Who knows, maybe the third time is a charm. Maybe despite of this chaotic hell we’ve been through, perhaps it is finally your time to stand triumphant. But you sure as hell know that in my return match, I am not going down easy. You need to realize that I am not the future any more Drakzy. For ages now, I’ve stated that my time was slowly coming up. My time is now, Drakz. The future is now. Whether you want to admit it or not, Drakz, come Odium, July 13th, you will once again fall victim for the third time, to the “Man of the Hour”.
Still shivering Josh slowly makes his way to his feet, as he begins heavily trembling. His laughter is all but something from the past as he returns to an expressionless state. The sky as become a dark gray which is quite unusual as it is still morning. All of a sudden, in a spilt second rain begins to pour harshly down on the environment, as the Man of the Hour becomes soaking wet. Oddly enough, to this point it seems as if Josh hasn’t made notice of the pouring rain, all the while simply having his head tucked down, hands deep into his pockets gradually walking off as the scene fades away.
