The Man!


Info:

SIN Role-Play Number: Fourty five(45)
Current Match: Versus Tag Team Title Shot
Current Record: 8 wins -10 lossess -Draw 000
Pro Wrestling Achievements: Current Sin Wrestling Hardcore Champion

Prologue: When I Was Born..I Was Born The Man!..And When You Step on That Apron Your Ass Becomes Part of The Game That I'm The Man In!



Static.

Fade up the Sin Wrestling logo.



In any profession, whether it be athletic or educational, police work or criminal, there will always be one person that stands out above all else. That one man will set the standard that all others will be held to and more often than not, that standard will never be met.

"I AM..... THE MAN!!"

To be compared to the likes of Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair can be one man's greatest achievement. Meant as a compliment, to the best of the best, it is an insult. In the mind of the best, there is no comparison. There is no one on their level and there never will be. It becomes the career of the best to remain the best, to hold off the top of the mountain and fight away all those who seek to claim it as their own. To fight back the threat of elevation for all they are worth.

The theory of elevation is a myth creamed over by internet fan boys. No matter who is on top, the complaints about lack of elevation are evident. For years, they will scream that a man deserves a world championship push and when he receives it, he immediately becomes public enemy number one and another up and comer takes his place as the internet golden boy. Because of the lack of elevation, the fans coined the term "glass ceiling," meaning that the mid-carders could look up through the glass ceiling and see the main event but could never quite reach it. Constantly bumping their heads into the ceiling with no sign of it giving in.

Sid was never the internet golden boy.

Sid made his presence known in Noah Japan for the first time.Immediately upon Entering NOAH, began an intense feud with Kenta Kobashi...Whom he Defeated In an incredible Semifinal match for the NOAH Championship.He eventually went to the finals of the NOAH championship,but lost to Ikuto Hidaka

Although Sitting around and relaxing after his loss, had its perks,this did not suit the self-proclaimed "Man." It was time to return to Wrestling and claim the one belt that should've been his from the beginning. Sid made his appearence in FMW, made his intentions known, and crushed Hisakatsu Oya in his first match .

Sid made the challenge to Hayabusa,and made the promise that the FMW's Show at the Tokyo Egg Dome would be the site where a new Champion would be crowned. Sid and Hayabusa wrestled an epic match, lasting upwards of forty minutes, before Sid hit the Death Trap and put the legendary performer's other foot in the grave, staking claim to his first world championship. "The Man" had finally reached the pinnacle of his career, 5 years of struggling in Pro Wrestling paying off once and for all. Sid's career was riding high .

And then it all came crashing down.

Atushi Onita took over FMW from Hayabusa and his first act of business was to strip all champions of their titles with the intention of crowning new ones later in the night. Sid didn't agree with this method and refused to take part. He threw down the FMW Heavyweight championship and walked away for what he thought would be forever.

Onita failed. FMW was broken. Hayabusa returned to pick up the pieces and announced that forty-five men would do battle in the main event of a PPV entitled Brawl for all . Forty-five men would do battle and one man would walk out with the Frontier Martials arts Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. After his first reign had ended so suddenly, Sid had to show them that they made a mistake by robbing him of his championship. He entered himself in the match. Everyone immediately wrote him off as hype. A man FMW had washed out before he could become washed up. Many heralded Komazawa Olympic Park Gym as the place where a new contender would step up and take the crown. Veteran, hungry superstars the Likes of Vicious Vic Grimes,Stan"the Lariat"Hansen And Big Van Vader came from all over to try their hand in the main event.

In one match, Sid climbed the ladder to the very top of Frontier Martial arts Wrestling. Eliminating wrestler after wrestler after wrestler until he was the last man standing.His mask broken,blood staining his features, Sid eliminated The Sadistic ECw Legend Sabu to win the FMW championship for the second time.

Forty-four other men came from all over the world to win the title and "The Man" turned every single one of them away as if they were children playing a man's game. Sid showed every single one of them exactly why he was the man to beat. Sid established once and for all that he has broken through that glass ceiling

And now With Sid firmly back in place, panicked. The wrestlers were threatening to quit if something wasn't done about the living, breathing, ass kicking machine known to many as Sid"The Man"Frankenstein. People were getting concussions left and right thanks to Sid and his arsenal of Ring side Weapons, until one night, Hayabusa pulled the trigger that would almost kill Sid's once and for all.

The match was for the FMW World Championship. Sid versus Mr. Gannosuke versus Mammoth Sasaki. Sid dealt out punishment left and right, taking advantage of them like they were first match rookies until Willy "Hido" Takayama and Tetsuhiro Kuroda arrived at ringside on the orders of Hayabusa, distracting Sid long enough for Gannosuke to sneak a pin on Sasaki to steal the world championship.

Sid cornered Ganosuke,Takayama and Kuroda and his ensuing revenge was so fierce, so brutal, so very, very awe inspiring, that Hayabusa had no choice but to Fire Sid before lives were lost.

For nearly three years, the wrestling world had continued on without Sid and the wrestlers have let out a sigh of relief. Elevation has occurred in his absence and new stars have been born. It wasn't until Sin Wrestling opened its doors that Sid decided it was time to make another impact. In a promotion ruled by Corey Page,Sid felt it was his duty to show them what real talent was like.

After sitting back and watching the business evolve without him, he decided that it was time to return, to show the up and comers that they are not the Man.


So much to deal with, and so little time.

Here I am, on the verge of one of the most important matches I've ever been in since i've arrived in Sin Wrestling and I have to deal with not only the egotistical World Champion of Sin Wrestling and his co hort The Vampire Lestat, but I have to deal with several others as well.

Isn't life just FUN???

It's times like these that make me sit back and question everything I've done over the last several months. Because it wasn't too long ago that the most stressful thing I had to deal with was uptight Wiccans. Boy, what a difference a few months makes.

In fact, the more that I think about it, the more I question the decisions I've made in my life over the last several YEARS. a Few years ago, the thought of returning to a wrestling ring hadn't even entered my mind. I had more money that one man could easily spend in a lifetime. Most. people would say that I was set for the rest of my remaining days.

But then again, I'm not like most people.

The truth of the matter is, I had actually become completely and utterly bored with my life. Sure the fame and exposure was nice, as well as the stacks and stacks of money. But aside from that, I really had nothing. Every day seemed the same, filming here, training there, and then repeat. Doesn't really sound like much fun, does it? And when you add, on top of all that, the fact that I felt my talents as a martial artist were going to waste, it leaves you feeling like you desperately need something more.

And for me, that more turned out to be the world of professional wrestling.

For the first time in a LONG time, I was enjoying everything I did. I looked forward to the training, and I looked forward to competing each and every week. It was almost as if someone had turned on the light, and I was seeing what I was capable of for the first time. It was the greatest time of my life.

But then, around two years or so ago, I retired from this business. I had accomplished just about everything I had set out to do, and I felt like I had nothing left to prove. Both to myself, or to anyone else. I had a very successful business running, I had a great girl at home, so what more did I really need? So after the Fmw closed it's doors on me, I walked away for good.

Or so I had thought.

As for the rest of this story, I'm sure you all know how it goes from here. Corey Page called me up.Corey,told me about the situation with Tony and New, and now here I am. but even then, I was back to this business in a strictly Trainers position. I had no intention of returning to active competition.

Then why did?

That's the question right there, isn't it? I've heard all the talk backstage. I've heard people saying that I've never really accomplished all that much, that my career is just a big lie. And that I'm back in action now to prove myself. Believe me, that's not it at all. Rumors like that just go to show you that people need to do their research before spouting off at the mouth about things they know nothing about. But if that's not what it is, then what is it? Well, anyone with half a brain could easily see what it is.

It's the fans.

Now, I know what you're all thinking. You're thinking that saying that is nothing more than a cheap ploy to get a pop from the crowds when I step out on the ramp. But again, that's really not it. For me, when I step out into that spotlight, and I hear the fans cheering and chanting my name, it's an adrenaline rush. And I love it.

That's the key difference between you and I, Draco. You look at the SW fans as nothing more than a mindless mob that helps support your massive paycheck every week. You see them as nothing more than a bunch of peons that will flock out, and buy the newest crap merchandise that is loaded down with your name. To you, they are nothing.

But to me, they are everything.

The fans are the reason that this business even exists. if it wasn't for them,the SW and every other wrestling promotions out there wouldn't even be in business. This business is my passion, and that passion stems from hearing the cheering of the thousands and thousands of fans. While kicking ass is fun in it's own right, doing it and having the crowd love it is much more fun.

And with that being said, seeing you as the World Champion of this company is a slap in the face of every fan this company has. You don't deserve to hold that belt. That belt should be with the best that Sin Wrestling has to offer. Now maybe, just maybe, that used to be you. But it's not anymore.

From where I sit, there are many, many more deserving people out there. But you don't care about anything like that. All you care about is the fact that holding both the World and Tag team titles helps pad your paycheck every week. For you, those titles are nothing more than dollar signs. But to me, they represent what everyone who competes in this business longs to be.

The best.

You're not the best around here Draco, and you haven't been for quite some time. And now, it looks like it has fallen upon my shoulders to prove that to the world. To be honest Draco, I'm looking forward to stepping into that ring with you one more time. I'm looking forward to bringing you down, because it's something that the fans and the true competitors in this company have been dying to see for a very long time. And once again, it's me, Sid"The Man"frankenstein, that gets to give the fans just what they want. And I'm going to love doing it.

I hope you're ready, Draco. Because your reign at the top of the mountain is about to come to it's end!
You live your life, you remember your life. But so much of it goes un-remembered So much of it just goes through your mind, and leaks out over time. Think of your life, and see all those gaps in your memory. But some moments will hang on forever and you'll never forget them as long as you still have air in your lungs.

Some are memories of good times, some are memories of those that are bad. Some are likely neither, and are just weird memories which you don't understand why you remember.

Today, I have added another memory to file, and I will never forget this moment in my life, ever. Everything was going smoothly anyway. And then I get back, and get a surprise, which is followed by the biggest shock I've ever experienced.

My world was turned upside down, inside out and spun round and round. I froze, completely. Turned to stone. My jaw dropped and broke through the floor. To think, what I did eight years ago, has changed my life like it did.

And to think my actions four to five years ago, caused me to find out about this secret that I was keeping from the world, and even from myself. Suddenly things like the World Heavyweight Title,Tag team titles didn't seem as important. Suddenly, my whole mindset had changed. And I couldn't help but feel like someone was looking down, and controlling this all. Just to screw with my life.

I still haven't decided if this was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, could I live the way I should, with this new responsibility. Could I handle this and my wrestling career. Could my mind handle anymore surprises. Could my heart?

And there were so many other questions running through my mind. Like how would Amy react to all of this? How would I react to this? How would my life change?

It's all changed.........................

I pulled my car into the drive way, next to the other two I had bought when I was young with money. People didn't need more than one car, but when your young and have too much money, you tend to waste it on stupid material objects. Like this would impress people, the general public. Sad thing was, that it did impress people.

I switched the radio off, and picked up my training bag, before pushing the door open and stepping out. The floor was wet, and my Jag was reflecting the lights from my house into my face. Someone had cleaned it recently. Why I don't know, I never used it. Perhaps someone borrowed it and messed it up.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and slowly walked up to my front door. I went to put my key in, but in doing so the door opened. I walked in and heard Charly's voice talking to someone. I dropped my bag just inside the house and walked in, being cut off by Charly who had rushed out, looking very unhappy. And that was putting it nicely.

" How much about me have you kept secret?"

A question that made me cringe, despite not having anything to hide. I hadn't kept any secrets but I had not exactly told her my other life story. Then again, I'm sure she probably had skeletons in her closet as well.

" I haven't been keeping anything secret."

"Yeah Right!"

I looked at her confused.

" I'm hoping this isn't my surprise? "

" I'm the one that has been damn surprised. I was preparing dinner for you and me, got new underwear on, tried to look my best for you, and then some women knocks on my door."

She stopped talking..............

"And that's my fault is it. "

" No, what's your fault is the reason she is here. Exactly how many women do you sleep with?"

"You what?"

Now she had really lost me. Completely lost me. Fair enough, I have had my fair share of relationships and I have cheated before. But I hadn't done anything wrong while in this relationship, until today. But I didn't think she would have found out about that yet.

"Some Bimbo is in our living room. Go talk to her and you'll find out exactly what I am talking about. As for us, we are finished!"

And before I could even reply, she walked straight past me and out the door. I heard her heavy footsteps, a door open and slam and the familiar sound of my jag revving up. I just shook my head in confusion and walked into the sitting room, expecting the worst.

So, within seconds I had gone from thinking I had a good relationship going, to not having any relationship at all. In fact, in the last two hours I had gone from only thinking of one women, to thinking of two, to having both walk away from me, to me thinking of a completely different women.

And that new woman was Dianna keith. Why was she in my house. I hadn't even seen her since this time two years ago. Fair enough, we had become friends during my time in FMW. But why would she have any reason to come visit me. Last I heard she was wrestling in Canada. Now she was here in Miami, waiting to see me.

I know for a fact I had never done anything with her, to make Charly leave me, but whatever Dianna had told her, had just caused her to leave me.

The only problem was, I didn't really feel sad. I was more intrigued in why Dianna was here than whether I could get Charly back. Was this because of what happened earlier, or just the way I've always felt. All this would change though when I walked through the door, and saw a little boy staring up at me.

I walked towards my living room and opened the door. The first things my eyes fell upon was the one thing I wasn't expecting to be in there.

A small boy just looked up at me with wide eyes, and I couldn't help but stare back at him. There was something about this boy, that hit a nerve. My heart started beating quicker, my mind started spinning. I could tell what this boy was here for. I didn't even need to be told. But I'd be told anyway.

" Sid, this is your son!"

I had a son.....................

Sid Frankenstein aka The Man, multi-time champion. A warrior, a killer and some people would say a bit of a nut-case at times, was a father. I was no longer the mistreated son, of a dead underworld gang leader. Now I was the wrestling father of a small boy.

I just looked at my son, who I quickly figured out was my son before Dianna had told me, he looked similar to me, but my head was trying to figure out who was the mother. He looked around eight years old. That would have made me 18 at the time of his birth. So there was only one girl that it could be. And she had died when we were both 22.

My son walked towards me, and hence had to crane his neck up further to look at my face.

" His name is Nathan. Nathan Sullivan!"

Oh Shit! This was Susan Sullivans child.

Susan was my girlfriend while I was trying to break into the wrestling world. She was a aggressive character, who had brought out the same in me. After a year of going out we broke up, because I changed. She must have had the child after we broke up without telling me.

"Are you my dad?"

I looked down at him, and lowered myself, bending my knees so I was at his level.

"Yes, I am!"

" But my mum told me I didn't have a dad."

"Well you do. We just didn't know about each other."

" But your Sid! Your that man on the TV, beating people up. You can't be my dad."

"Trust me, I'm surprised as you are. "

" I want to be a fighter just like you are, and just like my grand dad was."

I can't really remember what happened after that. It is all in a whirl in my mind. It was a bit much to take in. Dianna told me that Natahn had been in a foster home since her mother died when she was 22. And she found out last month through an anonymous phone call, and investigated. And found Nathan and his records, on which my name appeared as the father.

She told me she thought I should know. I told her what the hell am I supposed to do now.

I don't live the life a son should be brought up in. I have only just recently been elected Leader of Team Sadistic.

Now, I'm expected to look after someone else!
You don't feel the pain

Too much is not enough

Nobody said this stuff makes any sense

We're hooked again

Point of no return

See how the buildings burn

Light up the night

Such pretty sight

Adrenaline keeps me in the game

Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain

Wilder than your wildest dreams

When you're going to extremes

It takes adrenaline (You don't feel the pain)

Sail through an empty night

It's only you and I who understand

There is no plan

Get closer to the thrill

Only time will kill

What's in your eyes

Is so alive

Adrenaline keeps me in the game

Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain

Wilder than your wildest dreams

When you're going to extremes

It takes adrenaline

Run through the speed of sound

Every thing slows you down

And all color that surrounds you

Are bleeding to the walls

All the things you really need

Just wait to find the speed

Then you will achieve

Escape velocity

Too much is not enough

Nobody gave it up

I'm not the kind

To lay down and die

Adrenaline

keeps me in the game

Adrenaline

you don't even feel the pain

Wilder than your wildest dreams

When you're going to extremes

It takes adrenaline

Adrenaline

Screaming out your name

Adrenaline

you don't even feel the pain

Wilder than your wildest dreams

When you're going to extremes

It takes adrenaline

Adrenaline

You don't even feel the pain

You don't even feel the pain

I'm going to extremes

There is nothing in between

You don't even feel the pain

You don't even feel the pain

You don't even feel the pain

You don't even feel the pain
Certain chances have to be taken, to justify everything your about. Sometimes in your mind, victory is the only thing that is allowed, and you don't even want to imagine failure. And the only time failure even enters into your mind is when your asleep and your worse fears accumulate into a nightmare, that you wake up from, with a cold sweat.

Cause even when your the better man, their is always the chance of failure.

Even when your the worst man there is always the chance of success.

And everything is about making those chances count, no matter what the odds.

D&C holds what all of us want.

Flame and I hold the opportunity everyone fights for. The chance to be what D&C are.

I don't want to be just another statistic, another failure.

Have I wanted something more than this before? Yes!

But right now, it feels like my whole life has come to this moment, even though I know how ridiculous it sounds. And I'm going to make the odds of my defeat as small as possible, because I want that dream like, Hollywood movie like ending. When the hero finally succeeds against all the odds. All the work has come to the moment of success. Cause at the end of the day, life is like the movies. The sinners rarely escape redemption.

Step after step echoed through the damp alley way. The only other thing to challenge it, was the flick of my lighter, on and off. It was about time he arrived. I had waited long enough. I had more important things to do than deal with this guy. But I owed someone a favor, otherwise I'd have left a long time ago.

The first signs of rain fell against my T-shirt, making it cling to my skin. I looked down at it and pulled it out, sighing. It was my favorite T-shirt, and knowing my luck it would somehow get ruined in the next five minutes. I should have changed, but I didn't realize I had so much time.

I stretched out my back, and moved my legs, both had been troubling me since Impulse. The Doctor said I should be all right in the match, but if my body was telling me not to fight, then I shouldn't. He asked if my body was saying I shouldn't fight then. I said no it wasn't. I was lying.

The shadow of a man appeared to my right, getting larger and larger, covering puddles that were starting to form. Then it stopped, probably noticing the flash of light each time I flicked my lighter. It then continued as a small man came round the corner, and I withheld my laughter. He looked at me and smiled, as I smiled back. Moron, surely anyone with sense would wonder why a man in a T-shirt and tracksuit trousers would be standing in a rarely used alley way, that this man happened to use every day, while it was raining.

He went to pass me, and my foot came out, tripping him to the floor, as he fell face first into a puddle. This was going to be so much easier than I thought.

The man got up and turned around to me, with a confused and angered look on his face.

"What are you doing you stupid punk!"

Paul Philips, a regular guy, working a nicely paid job, with a lot of responsibility. At first look, he looked like a nice guy, who would never be remembered in your mind, for good or bad reasons. And this was the perfect cover. However he underestimated someone, and that was something he shouldn't have done. White Collar crime, usually stay's hidden until the criminal flees. Well Philips wasn't getting the chance to flee this time.

"You owe someone money Mr.Philips."

" What are you talking about, I don't owe you anything. I don't even know who the fuck you are."

" I'm a debt collector today Mr.Philips. You owe one of my employers the total of half a million dollars. Now are you going to give it to me today, or do I have to do something I'll regret."

I pushed myself of the wall, causing Paul to release how much taller than him I was. He started backing away, as if ready to run.

" I can't get that kind of money to you today."

"That's a shame, I didn't really want to hurt you. And don't think about running cause that will just piss me off more. And trust me, you won't out run me."

"I can give you $2,000 now."

" Well go on then."

He took out his wallet and took out around $2,000.

"And the rest!"

He looked me in the eye, and I knew immediately what he was going to do. He turned and ran, as I shook my head, and started running myself. He turned a corner and as I followed, noticed a street sign on the floor, at the beginning of a rather big puddle, as the rain had now virtually reached the likes of a hail storm. I jumped on it and slide along, catching up with Paul quickly and hitting his legs out with my right arm, sending him flipping over and crashing into the floor. I jumped off the sign before it went flying onto concrete and flipping over itself and walked back to the fallen Paul.

" I told you not to run. That looked like it really hurt."

I reached into his jacket to get his wallet and took it all, and looked down at him.

" Will you be needing an ambulance Mr.Philips?"

"No!"

" Good."

And with that I walked away, cause I had much more important things to deal with than this guy.

I pushed the door opened and walked in, heading straight for the room I should have been in an hour ago. But naturally, something else was going to make me even later for my date with the gym. I could sense it before I even heard her voice.

"You know you look good in a wet T-shirt."

"Thanks Dianna."

I tried to carry on to the gym, hoping that was all she had to say, but of course, what women can keep an interaction this short. None!

"So did you get the money."

"You know very well I didn't get the money. Nobody walks around with $500,000 on them. Nobody is that stupid."

" How much did you get?"

I took the wallet out my pocket and threw it to her. She caught it and opened it, quickly assessing the amount in it.

"$10,000. Not bad. When is he getting me the rest of my money."

I just looked back at her.

"You only asked me to take as much money as he had on him, off of him. That's exactly what I did."

" You know I want my $500,000 back. "

" Yes I do, but you never asked me to get it back. I've paid you back now. You can get the other $490,000 yourself."

" Your becoming to much like me."

"I thought you'd think that was a good thing."

" It is. Anyway I'm going out to spend my $10,000. "

" Whatever, I have training I should have already started."

She turned at the same time as I did as we walked off, and I entered my gym, taking my shirt off and throwing it to the floor, rolling my shoulders while walking and flicking my music system on as Bang Out by Snoop Dogg started to blaze through the entire gym, and I approached the punching bag. At least the run back from the center of Miami had been part of my training instead of the treadmill. I started punching away at the swinging bag, ducking, swaying, imagining I was in a proper fight. Then I started adding kicks, as the bag started swaying more and more. However through it all I hadn't noticed Nathan join me in the room, and go over to another punching bag, and start imitating me. My mind was too focused, as I planned to destroy Draco, who at the moment happened to look like a punching bag. After about three minutes, and the song starting to end, I gave it one final kick, the final kick merely because the bag fell off the ceiling and the bag split. Only then did I hear the Young boy's punching as I turned around.

"All right Nathan?"

"Dad, why can't I do that to a punching bag."

"Maybe when you get older you'll manage it. If you could do that now I'd be worried."

"Why is everything going to happen when I get older. Why not now?"

" Because your still a kid. Your body isn't ready for everything I do son."

"I want to be older now."

"You say that now, but when you get older, you'll wish you were young again, believe me. "

" I want to fight Mike Phantasy!"

" Well I don't think that will ever happen."

" Like you and Charly right?"

That caught me off guard completely, as I sat down next to my Son.

"How do you know about Charly?"

"Dianna told me about her."

"Exactly what did she tell you?"

" Well Charly left a message on the phone. Something about wanting to talk to you. I told Dianna cause you weren't around. But she said she'd go and see her for you, because you and Charly was never going to happen. And she told me not to tell you...................whoops.

I got up to my feet, and went to pick up my T-shirt.

"Am I in trouble?"

" Why would you be in trouble."

" Cause I told you something I wasn't supposed to."

"Son, you can tell me anything. Your not in trouble. However Dianna is!
And this is what we have been waiting for.

Team Sadistic Vs D&C Vs Mike Phantasy and Johnny Legend vs HCT and Calvin Wright Vs Chambers And The everyone's Bitch Rick Lacey

Eight eager warriors, two nervous champions.

And it's my job to make sure only one result occurs. And that's not just get the title in Team Sadistic. Just because I'm part of a group, nobody should doubt how much I am in this for myself. Call me selfish, cause that is probably exactly what I'm being. But if it is selfishness that has made me fight the way I have, then there is no way I'm going to stop. I'll continue being selfish until your all standing below me.

I've been remembered no matter where I've gone, and why? Because I have always grabbed the top title, that only the selected best can ever hold. With the owners of the company with me or against me, I've become the top dog. And if you seriously think that just because The S.O.I is standing against me collective, and yes I said it. Standing against ME. That won't stop me getting to were I want to be.

I hope you bring 100%

I will

You think any of you'll be walking out of Impulse with The Tag Titles?

Not if you keep looking over me!

And don't worry Mike Phantasy, I haven't forgotten you.

Three times you've beaten me, once I've beaten you since I raised this game to another Level.

Everyone looks at D&C as the favourites. Great! I've always done best as the underdog. That's why I have done so well in SW. That's why I won The Hardcore Title. Nobody could match me. My preparation for these types of situations is perfect. And it's hard to stop perfection.

Especially when you've lost your ego Hardcore Timmay. I've heard you lost it cause Gwenivere Jordan threw a few nasty words your way. Well without your ego, you won't be in the right mind set to beat me. With it, you'll just think your going to win when you won't.

Casanova, as much as Some people might hate me saying this, I respect you. I don't look at them in the same light as they do. They just can't understand why you are where they should be. I can.

You'll probably take my reassuring voice as a sign of over confidence again, say that I'm going to lose it all, my one chance. Well trust me, I'm not over confident, I'm ready. That's all you need to know. And when I'm ready, you better be ready to. Cause if you aren't, you won't be champion for much longer.

You are S.O.L!