Damn near everyone in the Tribal Warfare match has made their presence felt. Some finally decided to come out of hiding, others decided it was just the right time to speak their piece. Any way that you look at it, any way you want to put it, this main event has officially begun.

And with all of this commotion suddenly erupting, the pressure only builds, it is only now that I have started to realize just how big this match is.

The talent level is overwhelming, pretty much anyone worth mentioning is involved in this massive main event.

But for some reason this has not hit me until tonight. What this could mean for me. How this cold impact my career. With the influx of promos today It has become crystal clear that no one expects anything out of me.

But you know what the irony of that is?

Who is the one sparking people to speak out?..

Caine? Foundation?... Jason Starr?

No. No. And hell no.

Its me.

No before you all jump down my throat with a bunch of bullshit hear me out.

Look at Avirez’s promo.. Who was the core of it revolved around?.. Me.

Fuck I am the only reason he had any material at all.

And do I even need to mention Jackrabbit? He may never admit it.. And I don’t care if he does or not, but I have the ability to get under his skin like no one else. And I think that is obvious. Something about me pushes his buttons, takes him out of his “Happy Bunny” mode, to someone who puffs out his chest, and fires insults left and right.

Its always been like that.

Check the EW tapes, I nearly drove him insane during our two month run there.

I am not sure why or even how it happens, but I get to people.

Everyone likes to talk about how much they think I suck, but in reality without me they would be talking in circles. Without someone like me to push them, and test them they would have no ammo, no bullets, just an empty gun they might as well beat against their skull. . But when will you ever get one of them to admit this? Absolutely not. The reason for this is simple, because they are out to make a joke out of me. This is the way is will always be. Any success I have will make no difference because this is the way it will always be.

Maybe I should stop now.

Leave Avi and his Tag along buddy with nothing to work with.

...but not this time, this is my one and only shot to prove myself.

I don’t give a shit If I have to win this on pure work ethic, because at this point a win like this no matter how it comes would lift me to a status I have never been able to reach.

So with the pressure building, you have one choice.

Fold.

or lift it on your shoulders and carry yourself across the finish line.

I think it’s clear what I have chosen.

..picking up where we left off.

SO once again the choice was laid in front of me, to I try and establish some contentment with the way my life is going.. Or do I open the bottle and slip off into wonderland. A choice that has been placed before me countless times before this point and with out a doubt will be placed in front of me numerous times in the future. But even though it seems like I have a choice, It obvious that it has already been decided for me. I am only going through the choice that I have already made. Because there is no question now what I am going to do. The two pills bounce and slide around in the palm of my hand, I quickly toss them into my mouth and chase them with a swig of Bourbon. What will it be this time?...

I lose track of time..

But a great deal passes.

I begin to realize this time is not going to be like the others. What the hell is happening? Pain in such an intense form in knocks me to the ground, it feels like my chest is being pounded with a jackhammer. I clutch it, trying to breathe, trying to yell, trying to move. All of which fail. Then I feel something running down my face. I place my hand on my face, and feel it run down my hand. When I hold my hand out in front of me, I see it is soaked in my own blood. Where is it coming from, I scramble for a mirror.. But I cannot find on. Vison gets blurry.. Head.... spinning.....

Out cold.

You will never learn.

.....?

No matter how many people tell you to stop, you cant, your addiction has seized control of your very existence, and now it has brought that existence to an end.

Brought it to an end?... what do you mean?..

You’re dying Tyler.

Dying?.

Yes, as in approaching death.

No. It cant be...

Again you say that.. When will you learn that it indeed can be, and this time is.

Not now.. Not like this.

Unfortunately this is how it ends, with you just as you have always been. Alone. No one here to try and save you, no one to cry as you slowly slip into comatose and then death. Just you.. Lying alone in a basement, bleeding, struggling to gain your very breathe. As sad as it is, this is the story of your life. So it is only appropriate that it is the story of your death as well.

But I was just starting to turn things around.

Were you? Because you took off your mask, and are starting to have a bit of success doesnt mean you have turned anything around. In fact you are exactly the same as you have always been. A mere shell of a man, struggling to find his identity, an ironic enough dies while trying to do that very thing.

So there is no stopping this?.. There is no escape?..

Not this time. You have pushed the limits for the last time, you didn’t listen to anyone when they told you what it would do. You threw caution to the wind, and look what you have to show for it.

Nothing.

exactly, you have wasted most of your good years searching for something that you will more than likely never find.

... I was just getting close.

You had not even taken the first step

...But...

You have been at a stand still, you are the same man you were 2 years ago, the same man you were 20 years ago. Your fate is unescapable, because this is your fate.

Let me out...

Not this time. You’re done Tyler, done.

Thoughts begin to race. If this is really the end, I have missed out on so much. Never becoming what I wanted to be, or even what I could have been. All I have done is neglect my family and friends because I am a slave to a business that always turns its back on me. An industry that hates me. I never got the chance to raise a family, I never got the chance to establish the relationship I wanted with Nitara. Just when I thought I had things turned around, I realized I have accomplished nothing.

The pain rushes me again.

I cant breathe at all, the blood pours from my nose, eyes and ears. I begin to cough struggling to gain one last breathe.. When..

Snap

” You hungry?.. “

.... pain fades... vison comes back

” Tyler, Are you hungry? “

” what the?... “

” The answer I am looking for is not really that difficult, let me spell it out for you.. We are still a couple hours from the hotel, and I want to know if you want something to eat. “

” You mean.. I’m not... ......”

” Not what?..”

” But it was so..... “

” Honey what on earth are you talking about? Finish a sentence.. Explain what exactly is going on. “

” I... don’t know, you tell me. “

” Um....? We have been riding in a car for 4 hours, and you have been asleep for 3 of them. “

” So I was asleep? “

” Um yes hon, are you ok.. You look pale. You feeling sick?.. “

I am trying to comprehend what exactly is going on.. Then I notice Nitara is awaiting an answer. “Uh, yeah... must have been something I ate. “ ... that was the best I could do for the current moment.

” So I take it you don’t want anything to eat?.. “

” No.. I am good. “

” Maybe you should go back to sleep. “

” NO”

” Whoa! Calm down.. It was just a suggestion. “ Perhaps I answered a bit too strongly. “ Sorry... I am just a little bit on edge.. “

” I know... I know.. “

I rub my hands through my hair, and wipe the sweat from my brow, and decide a need a smoke, I pull one out of my pocket, and take long slow drags, and with each one my nerves begin to calm down.. And it sets in that once again... it was not real.

Now, I cannot tell reality from a dream at all.. The lines are no longer blurred, they are completely gone.

It has taken control of me.

” Feeling better...? “

” Yeah... “ I lie.

” good. “

And I leave it at that, and lean my head back as we continue to fly down the dark road....

Well its no surprise that the closer we get to Countdown to Greatness the more activity spreads across the IWF airwaves. As everyone scrambles to get out as many promos as humanly possible, and I can sit back and laugh because I can now almost relax for a couple days..

After this.

Kevin Jones ... with little surprise did not bother to bash one me. Simply because he has nothing to say. Christ, he is too caught up worrying whether or not he is going to lose his precious locks . Kevin Jones is not focused. Kevin Jones is an imbecile. No one gives a fuck if you get your head shaved bald, no one cares Kevin. And actually you shouldn’t worry about it either... because there is no question that you will be shaved bald after Caine gets done with you. Not that Erick Caine is something special, but simply because you continue to go week after week doing nothing but... ok just nothing. And I expected you to overlook me . Because you assume that because you beat me once.. You can beat me again. But this is a whole different ball game Jones. This is not me against you, this is the Acts of God against you and you incompetent partner. And no matter how incredible someone thinks your work is, there is no way that you can carry your team. Which is exactly you would have to do in order to have any chance at taking the Tag Titles home with you. Face it Jones... when it comes to a team, no one is going to surpass the Acts of God. Especially not you.

And your partner.. Trey Reed Well....

Wait.

Never mind, he is not even worth it.

Lets move to the Tribal Warfare match. Erick Caine... finally decides to speak. But does he say anything directed towards me? No. And there is a good reason for that. What can he say to me? He talked his game last time, and ended up failing miserably. He lost. He lost to me. Nothing he can say can redeem that, so he has simply chosen to stay quiet when it comes to me. An even better idea would be for him to say nothing at all. Not because what he is saying is not good. But because he is fighting for a lost cause. Erick Caine is on a team that cannot possibly win .. There is no reason for him to even try. Because no matter how good of a performance Caine puts on.. The first and most important part of this match is the Team aspect of it. The IWF team has fell apart before they even started to work as a unit.

Starr is gone.

Foundation wont show up until thirty minutes before the deadline.

So as legit of a challenger Erick Caine is.. He is doomed from the word go.

Jackrabbit . I now remember why I despise you. Why during those two months in EW all I could think about is tearing you apart. All those feeling came rushing back at me as soon as I saw your latest work. Jackrabbit thinks he has me figured out. And with good reason, the history between us is documented and already spoken of. No need to rehash it. He thinks I am a hypocrite, hell he has always thought that. So him saying that is nothing new.. That is simply Jackrabbit struggling for something to throw at me. You are a follower JR. Time, or length doesn’t matter. I don’t care if you have been on Avi’s cock for 2 months or 2 years, fact is that is what you are linked with now. You had your chance to break away from that mold.. But what did you do. You went Running back to him . Like a fucking lost puppy searching for his owner. And what’s sad is how proud you are of it. You proclaim it almost with a sense of pride that you are nothing more than a tag-a-long bitch. You were like a giddy school girl when you bashed me in the face on Sunday. You even felt compelled to show the tape once more.

But what is even more sad then that.. Is what he did next.

it just shows how desperate he really is. As I watched the rest of your bit and saw your little imitation, I realized just how little you have actually progressed since the days of EW. You have nothing new to go with, so what do you do? You revert to your childish antics Using the same tired shit you have always thrown at me. Yeah I have changed my image JR, I have evolved.. I have grown as a person, as a wrestler since the last time we have met. While you are stuck in a elementary state of mind, trying to do anything possible to get some sort of reaction from someone, it hopes that they don’t turn your shit off as soon as you and Avi start having a pointless conversation about.... fried chicken?..

But you wont.. You will continue with your pointless dialoged.. Over done imitations and shitty jokes until the day you leave this game.

There is no changing you.

But you were right about one thing. I will extract the revenge I have been craving for months. And like Gary said. I cant guarantee I will walk out number one contender.. I wont even make that claim. But I can ensure one thing, that You won’t .

And I do guarantee that.

Time is winding down, and with every moment that passes the time draws closer and closer... Promises will be made.. Egos will be inflated, but you can talk all you want, because eventually you wont be able to live up to your words.. Because in the end we are all...

.Only.Human.