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"This is Felicia Stevenson reporting with a live interview. I have the DW Pit Champion, Mr. Zarek Lyle, with me at this very moment. So Zarek, how have you been treating this week?"

The picture opens up to reveal another seat opposite of the woman known as Felicia Stevenson. In the seat sits none other than, well...myself. How great is that? Awesome, yes I know. When Ms. Stevenson asked to interview me on indywrestler.net, I admit, I had my worries, but I had nothing better to do, so why not, right? Exactly. So I'm pretty much ready for any sort of questions this Felicia woman has for me. The view wasn't that bad either, so that's a plus.

"It's been nice I suppose. When I first took a look at the card for Bloodbath, I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't on it, but I soon got to thinking that this could be a good thing. There's no way I can lose my Pit Championship if I don't have a match, there's no way I can get my ass kicked if I don't have a match. It gave me some time to think about where I am in my life. Vacationing for a week didn't sound to bad either. That's all this week has been, just a vacation"

Yep, that was my whole week. Just chilling, cause I have nothing better to do. My whole life has been about working, and to be honest, when I was first not announced to be on the Bloodbath card, I didn't know what to do. The first thought I had was to complain and get a match...but then I changed my mind.

"Sounds like you would have a good time. If I found out that as the Pit Champion, I would have a week of vaca, I would be in heaven? What was it that you ended up doing?"

"I ended up going to the Bahamas, because well, it's pretty opposite from New York. The only thing that was on my mind for most of the time was just sitting back and relaxing. Don't you believe that I deserve it? Rising through the ranks as fast as I did. I don't intend on making myself seem like some cocky wrestling god here, because I am obviously not. But I do believe this championship entitles me to some bragging every now and then. It's just the way things work."

Hmm...I have come off a bit arrogant so far haven't I? Just a bit, don't you agree? Yeah, over my week off I've realized that no matter how much people talk, I have the right to gloat. I won that right once I pinned Ralph O. Morris. Everybody knows that, and anyone who tries to say otherwise, can just look at what I have on my waist. Whoa. Arrogance again. I suppose the gold is going to my head, but deep down I know that someone could win this just as easily as I did.

"Aww. Sounds nice. Who I would kill for a trip to the bahamas...Anyway, you said the only thing that was on yout mind for 'most' of the time. What were you thinking of the rest of the time?"

She gazed at me. Either she wanted me to take her next time which I would happily do, or I'm the one she would kill.

"You know, just Deathcore I suppose."

Partly true.

"Could you have possibly be thinking of Chris Ahearn?"

Before I took on ROM, I was nervous to say the least. The only thing rushing through my mind was the thought of coming out on top. The only way to put my career ahead, is to defeat ROM and capture the Pit Championship. I feared that if I opened my mouth for just one second, then I would puke all over the floor. My stomach was in knots, and I could feel nothing less than severe pain in my head. On top of that, my energy was slowly but surely winding down from the sugar rush just an hour or so before now. Starring at the ceiling helped, but hopefully the advil would help even more in just a few minutes. Wow. My third week in Deathcore Wrestling, and I am already competing for a championship, that in my mind, I could possibly win.

"Hello, I'm fairly new here. I'm lost"

A glance towards the voice reveals a man that I had never seen before. He looked a bit familiar, but that was to be expeted. I had been walking around all day, seeing random faces in the locker room, and I had honestly not registered even one of them. I could have seen Hulk Hogan, or Bill Clinton, backstage and I wouldn't have stopped to look, so it wasn't any different with this guy. He extended his hand to me, and I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Well, I did, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to, or I wasn't sure if I was able to. My brain was overloading at this moment, and nothing came to mind when this guy extended his hand, I just drew a blank. Probably believeing me to be stuck-up now, he lowers his hand, excepting the fact that I wasn't going to shake it anytime soon.

"You know. I wish you good luck, tonight. You're very talented, do not let others befuddle your concentration or for that matter, your play. You have a tough opponent in ROM. Do well"

He responds with a straight-face, and I am surprised that he didn't attempt to insult me at that moment. Jealousy was in the air, and I could feel in radiating off of his being, but he stood there and didn't crack. I smiled and continued on my walk, with better things to do than think about some random guy I just met. I was pre-occupied to think twice about it, so I didn't. Chris Ahearn had left my mind as suddenly as he had entered it, because now wasn't the time. ROM was the only thing that occupied my mind.

"What? Why would you say that? Why would you believe that I was thinking about Chris Ahearn on my week vacation?"

I knew the answer to that question, but I felt like asking it anyway.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but everybody knows that he has it in for you. Ever since you won that Pit Championship, which you so proudly wear, he's had it in his sights. It seems to me, he believe he can defeat you with ease. Shouldn't you be thinking about that?"

The truth is, yes I should be. The third week in my title reign is coming up, and only one man has been able to hold a DW Championship for longer than three weeks. That man was Caleb Quick, who ended up abandoning his championship and the Bloodbath match earlier this week. Wow. Doesn't that make me feel secure? Sarcasm incase you didn't catch that. I had this past week off, and I'm coming back on Hellfire hopefully, I just hope I am not put in some crazy over the top twenty person battle royal for the Pit Championship. Anything could happen. Like I said, it's coming up on the third week.

"I suppose, but Chris Ahearn is none of my concern. I get people talking crap about me everyday, and I've learned to not let it get me done. Before I won the Pit Championship, people said I would never amount to anything, people said that I would never make it in DW. When I got my Pit Championship title shot people said that I couldn't do it, people said that I didn't deserve the honor. After I won the Pit Championship people said it was a fluke, people said I wouldn't last a week as champion. So you see Felicia, people have been doubting me ever sense I arrived in the DW, but in the end it's not them with this title on their shoulder, it's me."

I had to pat myself on the back, I actually sounded pretty confident in speaking about this at the moment. To be truthful, I am deathfully paranoid. Everybody has their eye on me, everybody is waiting for me to fail. The pressures of being a champion. But it's the natural drive in me to want to push back. I don't know how long I can continue pushing. Yes, it's only been a few weeks. But in this fed, the pressures get to people quicker. Which I look upon Caleb Quick as another example. The perfect opponent could end me in the same place he is.

"Wow. I have to admit, you have made your point. But Chris Ahearn does look something like a challenge. He might just very well win the Television Championship at Bloodbath"

"You see, that's what it is Felicia. Excuse me if I sound a bit arrogant, but Chris Ahearn might just very well win the Television Championship...but I'm the Pit Champion. If he deserved it, than Nathan Carter would have given him a shot at this championship, instead of giving me some time off. If he truley deserved to wear this, more than I, than he would be by now."

At the moment I was being totally honest with this lady. If Chris Ahearn was as good as he said he is, if he is as good as myself, then shouldn't he have this already? I mean, I won it in three weeks. How long has he been on the roster? Oh crap, like two weeks. Damn, doesn't that make me feel so much better about the unwritten three week rule.

"He has made several mentions of himself being the next Pit Champion"

No big deal, everybody does.

"I never had the time to notice"

At the time, I had better things to worry about than the random promo that was being shown. More important things were running through my head than a man by the name of Chris Ahearn that felt like running his mouth at this exact moment. I honestly was hoping to see another promo by one of my opponents, Ryan York, Tyler Jacobs, or Ambika Renton. Truthfully, they are a great amount more interesting than a newcomer at the bottom of the card. So, although I was watching this promo, I wasn't really listening to it.

Ambika Renton had failed to cut a promo, or even be seen for about a week now, and it was doubtful that she would show up for Hellfire. Tyler Jacobs, although consistant in showing up for his matches, wasn't exactly one known for winning matches, in fact, it was basically the exact opposite, but this isn't something that nobody knows. Then there was Ryan York, who everbody would be worried about in a match like this. It was my instinct that told me that he was up to something, but I found out that I was wrong. I had found out why he made the match in the first place though. Supposively, we all represented someone in the Bloodbath four corners match, and this was just practice for York.

"Zarek Lyle certainly made a name for himself, winning the Pit Championship. However, he did not make a name for himself in my book. He's nothing much more than a gutless coward"

The mention of my name caught my ear, but not for very long. I gazed at the screen for about a five seconds before I become bored with this man again. Damn ADD. I was lost in my own thoughts, to busy to listen to this guys'. It seems I have been to wrapped up in myself to pay attention to anybody else. First it was the Pit Championship match that distracted my thoughts, but it ended up helping me in the end. So maybe the same stragedy would help me in my current endevour. Of course, I couldn't compare ROM to Ryan York, Tyler Jacobs, and Ambika Renton combined. So I highly doubt that it would help me in a match like this. The only thing that could help me now was luck.

"Which is why, the Pit Championship title will be mine. It is a bit early, I agree. What I don't agree on is the choice of the current champion. I stand by my comment, you'll see""

The mention of the Pit Championship, which was currently around my waist, caught my ear this time. But as usual, my mind strayed away after a few seconds. By this time I knew he was saying some sort of insults towards me, but it didn't matter. I was in something that concerned so much more than him or I.

The only thing I was focused on was getting through this match and attempting to get on the Bloodbath card. Next to the Hellfire main event, the most important thing to me was getting on the Bloodbath card. I couldn't see how I wasn't, considering I am the Pit Champion, but I honestly didn't know what was to come at Bloodbath. The only matches I knew about was the Core Championship, and Tag Team Championship matches. Seeing as how I have no prior severe problems with no other superstars on the roster, I can't see how I will be on the card. But I can dream, can't I? I can think for a second that I will come out on top of Hellfire...nope, didn't work. I can't even do that.

"That's a lie"

"Yeah, it is"

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