The bewildering news for the evening, Zarek Lyle has accomplished the feat of acquiring the Pit Championship. No, scratch that. The most astonishing news for the evening, Ryan York has requested a match with Zarek Lyle, Ambika Renton, and Tyler Jacobs. Somewhat of an odd combination of Deathcore talent. It's easy to see as to why Ryan York chose Ambika, to play mind games with Drake Solace, no doubt. But the reason as to why he chose Zarek and Tyler, is all together puzzling.

True, Zarek was able to capture the fans in the Main Event on Hellfire, but that would be no reason to choose Zarek to co-headline another Hellfire. The idea of competing in another main event does catch ones eye, but I can't help but think there is some hidden meaning behind this whole thing. Why would Ryan York choose opponents from three different divisions in Deathcore? It honestly makes no sense. The reasons that could be escape the mind. I suppose Hellfire will reveal all.

It was dark, and the silence was hard to ignore. I ran my hand along the grass, and all I felt was dampness. I had rained early that day. It appeared to always rain here. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing the dark effects of the rain from the night before. Then sun would come out later in the day and wash it all away, but for now, it remained the epitome of sadness. It was the yin and the yang of the day. I always thought that it was one of the wonders of the world. Twelve hours of the day, the weather would effect you, causing you experience depression. The other twelve hours, the sun washed away the sorrows, and suddenly everything was okay.

"My celebration of capturing the Pit Championship was short lived, for I soon realized that in exactly a week, I would be looking across the Pit at three other completely different individuals. My happiness was never number one in my life, so I don't suppose it would come first at a time like this."

It was pretty much the sorrow of the day speaking through me. This wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't. I was usually a very upbeat person, attempting but sometimes failing, to observe the good things in life. Somewhat optimistic you could say. But at the moment, I can't see the good side. Truthfully, I'm afraid. It's not exactly Ryan York, Ambika Renton, or Tyler Jacobs that scare me, but it's the fact of my success rising so quickly that frightens me. In the first three weeks I captured the DW Pit Championship. The next week I am competing in a match with a man who is heading for the Core Championship, and a woman who is almost positively coming out of Bloodbath one half of the Tag Team Champions. My only fear of my quick rise, is that it could possibly lead to my even quicker downfall.

"Before Hellfire, I had enemies, I had doubters of what I said I was capable of, everybody knows that. But on Hellfire, I proved all of those doubters wrong. In theory, I should feel joy at this moment, shouldn't I? Anybody who said I couldn't do it, has sense Hellfire, shut up. Shouldn't this be a good thing for me? Wrong. Because with my victory came even more enemies. Now I have everybody looking at me who is after this piece of gold on my shoulder. My name pops up in more promos now, but is that truly what I want? Everybody watching me, waiting for me to crash and burn. Is it possible to be worse off than you were before, with a title on your waist?"

What am I saying? This is exactly what everybody wants. The Pit Championship on my shoulder has gotten my recognized, and that's exactly what every newcomer wants. So what was it that was making me say these sort of things? Pressure. Now that I have this championship, the pressure of actually keeping it is on my shoulders as well. Everyone is expecting me to fail, and I can't help but feel the urge to prove them wrong. But will I be able to do it again? No person in Deathcore Wrestling has been able to keep a championship for more than three weeks, and that's a bit disturbing. Hell, no person in this federation has been able to make it through their first title defense, and that's just downright terrifying.

"Among these new enemies of mine, appear to be Ryan York. What I can't seem to figure out is why a competitor for the DW Core Championship would want to challenge the DW Pit Championship, and two other superstars that are in lower divisions then himself. It could possibly be that I am overlooking the situation, and there is no hidden meaning at all. It could also possibly be that Ryan York wants to beat on some superstars before Bloodbath. But I can't help but think of something more."

At the moment, I couldn't see. I can't even fathom as to why someone like Ryan York would choose us to compete against him before Bloodbath. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to lie down and let him win, but I did have to admit the guy was impressive. If I was going to get even close to defeating this guy, I would have to give more than what I have. Which will definitely be hard, considering I just gave my all in last weeks match for the Pit Championship. So if I gave my all last week, what's left to give this week?

"So we have the division of the Core Championship in Ryan York. Along with that, we have the division of the Pit Championship in me, considering the fact that I am the champion now. Wow, that sounds weird. Anyway, then we have the division of the Tag Team Championship in Ambika Renton who will be competing for those such titles next week. Ambika, I don't know much about you, but I do respect you. I have respect for any woman in the buissness who competes with the guys. I know that you have the most problems with Ryan York than anybody else in this match, with Drake and Ryan at each others throats and all. You are the only female in this match, and for that I commed you on. But then again, that doesn't mean I'm going to lie down and let you win either. You are just as much my enemy in this match as Ryan York is, and I'm sure you feel the same about me."

Ambika Renton. That almost made sitting up worth it. Almost. I sort of have a little thing for Ambika, but of course, I would never do anything for the fact that her relationship with Drake exists. That thought is probably going to get me in trouble, but oh well, I'm entitled to my opinion and thoughts. Still, I couldn't really understand the importance of this match, which makes me doubt if I should even show up. What am I talking about? Of course I'm going to show up. I have the chance to defeat Ryan York, Ambika Renton, and Tyler Jacobs. Of course, my chances were slim of getting past Ryan York, but my chances are always close to none. What else is new?

By this time the sun was coming up, and the sight of it was blinding. For a brief second, I could imagine myself winning that match. But then again, the sun was coming up, and I was becoming my usual optimistic self again. Yeah, I could see it happening, but I couldn't feel it happening. It was so close, and so far from my grasp at the same time. It was unlikely that I would capture the Pit Championship, but it's even more unlikely that I will leave this match the victor. I have to be honest, I don't see myself walking away from this match as the winner, I see Ryan York.

He is the obvious choice, isn't he? The obvious victor of the match, for the sole reason that he is in the highest division out of all the competitors. But when you mix them all together, the outcome can be pretty surprising. After all, I did end up with the Pit Championship, didn't I?

"Honestly, I'm sure that everybody knows that the outlyer in this match would happen to be Tyler Jacobs. The man that is least likely to come out on top in well, any match, it seems. But surprisingly, I have respect for this man aswell. Although he has yet to win a single match in Deathcore Wrestling, he still continues to come back. Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes Courage is the voice at the end of the day saying 'Try again'. There is no getting rid of this man. No matter how many times a person beats this man, he will always be around. He's like one of those annoying blow up dolls with the weights at the bottom. No many how many times you punch it in the face, no matter how many times you floor it, it will always get back up in your face. But I do have to say honestly, you can only come back so many times that it becomes pathetic. My advice to you Tyler, is to watch yourself, and make sure you don't cross that line."

Then the question arose, how far am I from this line? I had lost my first match, but now I am realizing that my grudge against Shaun Andrews for that lose, is pretty pathetic. I had moved on, but somewhere in me, I still hold that grudge, so does that make me right there with Tyler on the line of pathetic. I was beginning to doubt myself, and the worst thing you can do as a superstar is to believe your own hype. Unfortunately, I think I am doing just that.

"Speaking as truthfully as I have ever, I admire all three of you. Maybe not for you ability to win matches, maybe not for your ability to never give up, but for your ability to deal with the incredible pressure put on you by the fans. If you are on a winning streak then you can't ever lose. If you do, you let them done. It could possibly be that I care to much about what people think about me, what people say about me. I'm not sucking up or anything, and I can assure you it's not if that's what you think I am doing. But, this has to be the hardest match I will have competed in, in my wrestling career"

Ha! That wasn't saying much, I had only been wrestling for what, like three weeks now? But you know, this was still going to be the hardest match in my career. Coming from somebody else, such as Nathan Carter, it probably would have meant more, but oh well. I have to ask myself though, why am I wasting my time? Why am I telling these people how much I respect them, if it's not going to do anything for me on Hellfire. What can they say? "Uhh...thanks?"

That wasn't going to stop Ryan York from possibly kicking my ass. That wasn't going to stop Ambika Renton from victimizing me in her evil ways. That wasn't going to stop Tyler Jacobs from never going away. So why was I wasting my time? Possibly making a peace treaty? Something along the lines of having no hard feelings, no matter what happened. But of course, I know that can never happen. No matter who comes out the victor, there will be come upset, especially if Tyler Jacobs wins. If I knew all of this, then why was I saying all of this stuff? I honestly didn't know. I just spoke, and it spilled out of my mouth. I didn't exactly know what I was thinking.

"So it all comes down to this, eh? No, I am not Canadian. But, this is the last Hellfire before Bloodbath, so let's say we make it one to remember. I mean, if we all crash and burn in this match, then who is going to want to watch Bloodbath? We all have different feuds with different people, and we are all going to be in different matches at Bloodbath. All for different championships, if Tyler can get a title shot. I don't know if Ryan York has some hidden agenda, and I don't even know much about what is going on. But even if I believe I am more than likely not going to come out the winner, I'd rather try and fail, then fail to try"

Sounded pretty good, and I believed it. I was always one to try to come up with some sort of catchy or spiffy phrase. It always sounded pretty good at the end of a promo though, you had to admit. So I ended it there, and walked away from my soft spot in the grass. Sighs escaped from me, and I kept walking. I wasn't exactly in the mood for talking.

So, Ryan York wanted this match, and he was going to get nothing less. Tyler Jacobs didn't exactly deserve to be in this match. Ambika Renton is a female, and I'm not a sexist or anything, but I don't know how well a female is going to do in a match like this. I mean, looking at Rielle Hawke, she has definitely proven that a female can be just as or more successful than any male. But I don't know, I just felt uneasy about having to wrestle a female, something about it felt so wrong.

Whatever happened to males showing courtesy towards females? Now I was expected to, in a sense, attempt to "beat up" one. Damn, I'm going to hell. Chivalry is so dead.

Gone.