I'm getting there. I can't see my surroundings, but I can hear the screams. I hear the screams of excitement and horror. I hear the screams of delight from a man near me. All I can see is bright lights and nothing else. My body is numb, but I feel a sharp burning in several places on my body. The pain is pretty much to much to handle. I'm not really sure of what is going on, or where I am anymore, and I feel myself slipping away. No, I'm not dying.

Crack! Another loud sound of something hitting my body. It was almost like a whip, but it hurt way more. Crack! Vibrations are sent through my body and the burning continues. I'm attempting to hold on, I really am, but with each hit I get further and further away. I'm losing feeling altogether and the sounds are fading. I don't feel much pain anymore, which is good, but it also means I'm falling faster. Holding on for dear life, I could hear some sort of a siren. It was close and it was getting closer

The taste of blood was present in my mouth, obviously coming from somewhere on my forehead. A man is laughing now, and he sounds familiar, but I can't quite place the voice. I'm trying to regain strength, with everything I have, because it means so much to just walk out of this thing. At least WALK out of this thing. The sounds are louder now, and the lights are getting brighter. The mans voice is more noticeable now. Of course, how could I not recognize the bastard! I'm going to beat his...Crack!

I'm out.

Even just remembering it gave me a severe headache. It was the reason I disappeared, the reason I was nowhere to be found during the last week of Deathcore Wrestling. I couldn't hold my own against the likes of White Viper and Jack Malone as well as I suspected, and it showed...a lot. Everyone knew of the massive humiliation that was given on Hellfire. Everyone knew about my injuries due to the evil intentions of Jack Malone and White Viper. It was no secret that the all mighty Zarek Lyle had fallen. Although I still had my Pit Championship around my waist, that wasn't enough. Everyone outside the hospital was laughing at me, and White Viper was the only one to blame.

"A loss not only hurts one's body, but a lose hurts one's soul, it hearts one's pride. So I'm hurting. My body is aching, with every moment the bruises sting and the pain courses through my body. My soul is aching. With every idea of the recent happenings, I bleed inside. My pride is aching."

The echo comes back, and I hear my own voice screaming in my ear. It's some sort of a wakeup call. I might've been saying these words, but I definitely wasn't feeling them. Everything I said was true, yeah, but I didn't want to believe it. It was to much to talk. All I wanted to do was sit, sit and rot in my little corner that the world had secluded me too. But the words were a realization for me. I believed what I was saying, and I knew I had to fix it...somehow.

"So I continue my search for an antidote, and desperately searching for a way out of this tremendous pain. Thr truth is, I've found it. I've found what I have been looking for, for two weeks. The way of redeeming myself that I have yearning for since my tragic run in with Jack Malone. I'm sure you all want to hear it. The truth is, Challenger...the truth is, Golden...the truth is the cure, is you."

Well, not exactly Golden, not exactly Challenger, not exactly any specific person, just any unlucky person who found themselves looking at me across the ring. Golden and Challenger just ended up being the unlucky ones. True, the unlucky one was no one but I last time, but this time around, it's not an option.

"Oblivious, is the only way I can describe myself. It was right in front of my face. Everybody knows it. The key to defeat, is triumph. The anti-triumph is defeat. It's only natural for them to counteract each other. It's one of the first lessons you learn your first month or so of professional wrestling. It's my first lesson I learned in Deathcore Wrestling. My loss to Shaun Andrews, was only to be healed by my win to Orrin Stranger which ultimately lead to my win of the Deathcore Wrestling Pit Championship. A loss, causes you to come back ten fold. It's an unknown fuel. It's a SELF fuel."

The feeling of sympathy ran through my mind, and effected my body. The reason for this sympathy was that I felt sorry for Mark Golden and Michael Challenger. It wasn't there fault that I felt such pain. Infact, it wasn't anybodys fault that occupied the federation of HPW. But it was them who were going to suffer. Unlucky for them, it was them who had to deal with the rage I had to unleash to rid myself of this humiliation. It was them who had to deal with whatever this match allowed to do to them, without getting disqualified.

In all honesty, it wasn't Michael Challenger I felt most sorry for, it was Mark Golden. Seeing Michael Challenger in Deathcore Wrestling put me under the impression that he would live, without scar, through anything I threw at him. But looking at Mark Golden, somehow I knew that he didn't share the same attributes.

"The nobody. The unknown. The one that everyone is laughing at, otherwise known as Mark Golden. Mr. Golden was also known as the wild card in this match, the one that could possibly put Challenger into the win section determing this match. The one nobody knew about, and nobody knew from. So the question at the moment would be, is he what everyone expected? Mr. Mark Golden, expected to be better than Jacobs, and could possibly be better than me. So, did Mr. Golden live up to his expectation as being an exceptional wrestler. I would have to say no, he didn't, and unfortunantly for Challenger, I do not believe he is the wild card he was hoping for. You're not fooling anyone Golden, you don't belong here, and everyone can see it. I'm not saying that Jacobs belongs here either, but that's another story altogether. Unfortunantly for Challenger, Golden will not be the one giving him the win."

I have to admit, Mark Golden is not as impressive as everybody thought he would be. Everyone, including Michael Challenger no matter how many time he denies it, was counting on Mark Golden to be, well, golden. Little did everyone know that Mark Golden, isn't even bronze. That doesn't go without saying my tag partner is anything great either. History foretells that Tyler Jacobs is not exactly at the top of this buisness, although he tried to show he was by goring me, once upon a time. Unluckily for Jacobs, he recieved no applause and no recognition for my championship. I suppose Challenger isn't the only one that has to pull more than just his own weight. I have to pull more than my weight as well, in fact, I have to pull myself and a beast.

"The challenge. The up and coming superstar. The future. For once, I get to see first hand if the truth is said about this man. I once heard from a man that I and Michael Challenger were the future of this sport, and I finally get to see first hand, if that statement is true. I do believe that Challenger Vs myself would be a very interesting match. But that isn't the case is it? It doesn't really matter how we good we are at the sport in this match, it matters how we work with our team partner which seems a bit unfair, wouldn't you say so? I do admit, I respect you. But I also admit I don't believe you are ready just yet for the World Heavyweight Championship."

Hmm...good point, if I do say so myself. Why is it that in Deathcore Wrestling, I found myself high above the likes of wrestlers such as Tyler Jacobs and Michael Challenger. But here, here in HPW, I find myself teaming with one, and facing another, with people actually believing Challenger has a chance. Maybe in a couple montes or so when his skills develop more, I agree, but do people really know what they are saying? Michael Challenger, the former TELEVISION champion, defeating Zarek Lyle, the former PIT champion. I suppose I'm a little hung up on DW, but so are my opponents as it seems. Even Mark Golden, who was never seen in Deathcore Wrestling, has mentioned DW a couple of times. It's Funny, really.

"I mean, look at from where I stand. Former Pit Champion of Deathcore Wrestling, right under the Core Champion. At the end of Deathcore, I was facing superstars such as Ryan York. It only seems natural for me to move up on the ladder that is wrestling. You on the other hand, Challenger. You were the holder of the Television Championship, which I do agree is very promising on a resumee. But let's get one thing straight Challenger, YOU were under ME, and it will always stay that way, no matter which way you try to turn it."

Although with all the facts laid out in front of me, I can't help but feel there is a slight chance that I could walk out of this match with yet another embarresing loss on my record. No, not because of me, are you kidding? But simply because of my tag team partner. When this is all said in done, and when we advance to the finals in the elimination match, he better do nothing but thank me, because without me, he would have never gotten past Challenger and Golden.

When it comes down to it, there is no way I'm letting Challenger and Golden walk out of that match into the main event. NO way! I may dislike my tag partner very strongly, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let my past and hatred for him get in the way of me and that World Heavyweight Championship. Even though my last match ended with me in the hospital, I can guarentee you, this time if anybody goes, it sure as hell won't be me.

I'm coming off a lose, and I'm looking for redemption.

Gone.