Zachalous tasted defeat once again last week in his match with Macbeth. His goal of becoming the first Suicidal Champion was not met and now feels ashamed for promising his Father and Dangerists that he would take home the victory. He may have put up the best fight in his life and showed all the heart in the world, but it didn't mean a damn thing in the end as Macbeth dropped him with the Outcast. A painful finishing move that reminded him so much of the Deicide he felt. Zachalous watched from the eye view of a pathetic earthworm as Macbeth walked out carrying the title Zachalous had hoped to win. But now he must move on and erase the loss from his mind. This week he gets another shot at what he just about nailed on the bullseye. The Suicidal Title. A title he feels that only he knows and is saddened by not being it's first holder. A rematch with the stipulation he had requested the week before. Brawl in the Mall.

Well I really hate to start the new year off letting all the Dangerists down. I really have no one to blame but myself on this one. I pulled out everything I had including an office monitor and it wasn't enough. You guys can sit back and joke about it but you just don't understand the strive I had going. I wanted that belt so bad and was ignorant enough to plan a pre-celebration ceremony at Glory. I spent two hours making 12 foot banners with my name next to my Father's with Suicidal and World labeled underneath. Those hours I spent could've been spent in say... a gymnasium. I stopped too early and got too comfortable. I should've kept going that week until I couldn't go anymore, but instead I showed my arrogance by stopping 2/3 of the way. I'm so disappointed in myself right now, I feel like I shouldn't even be apart of Dangerism.

How am I going to face my father? I couldn't even congratulate him after the show. I was part of the reason he took up that insane match. You all know how Nick is all about a standard 1 on 1 wrestling match, but he had to become the first World Champion on the same night he thought his son would become Suicidal Champion. I had a picture of us leaving together with our championships, but instead I took the plane home while he and the rest of Dangerism went to celebrate. A celebration well-deserved for Nick for getting the job done. I just couldn't celebrate the let-down I had caused. It wasn't something to celebrate, it was something I needed to go home and think about. It was a long ride home as I sat in my seat, body aching from the self-destruction I put myself through. My head throbbed from being thrown through the window and hearing Tara scream. Then being put in the Outcast to finish me off as Cazzo went about being shocked. To top it all off I had felt sick, I don't know if was from the plane or the taste of defeat. I can't stand it when things don't go my way and I feel like I've given it all I had. But like I said ealier, I didn't give all I had. I gave a lot, but not all. It was a lesson I had to learn for myself, i'm sure Nick had to learn it back in the day. He must understand I can't be as good as he is, but I try as hard as I can. This loss isn't keeping me from trying, it's only pushed me into trying harder. It's not to piss me off, it's to help me. What kind of champion would I be if I didn't put all my effort into my training, and matches? I wouldn't be a good champion at all. This was a lesson meant to be taught, not a bad one but a helpful one.

It feels as though my time spent in PWR so far has been a learning experience. The first week against Jose, I learned that I have to study the opponents I don't know harder than the ones I do know. I sat at home that week thinking I would, "beat the newbie from the adobe house" in a matter of seconds. I felt this is the lesson that really slapped me in the face and woke me up. That I should quit acting so much like a fool and do what I was meant to do. Serve Dangerism the way it should be served. My second lesson came the following week in my fourway match. The beating Monroe had given me showed me what I was capable of, and that I only needed to try a little bit harder and I would make the next step up. Some would say I had finally found, "Heart." It's a good feeling to have, whatever the heck it is. Then of course there's the whole G-Flem situation. People have been asking me why I saved G-Flem from the chairshot. It's simple, G-Flem was successful not only in the match, but at teaching me, "Honor." He taught me with a good battle between us two. I didn't thinkg I'd be able to put him in the Dangerous Armbat, but he made me use all my strength to pullit off. G-Flem's a good guy and doesn't deserve to be treated to a chairshot. I thought G-Flem would make a great PrimeTime Champion, so I stepped in and saved him from another headache.

I wasn't able to save myself from any aches at Gory though. I had to pull more suicidal moves than I thought I'd have to. Who kicks out after being hit by a monitor, really? Goddamn it seemed like I had done everything but murder the guy.