It's been awhile.

It's been awhile since I last showed my face, since I last talked to you. Well, a week could hardly be considered to long of a time. One short week. But one short week that seemed like multiple years. If one short week feels as if multiple years have gone by, then imagine how it what it must feel like if four weeks would have gone by. There isn't a number that would specify the ammount of years it would seem. Yet, looking back, that is exactly how long we all have been waiting. Four weeks, is exactly how long we all have been waiting since Inaugural Brawl. It seems we have been waiting and endless ammount of time for the end of the Final Four tour, yet here we are.

Just a number of hours away from it now. Weeks slowly but surely turned into days, and days slowly but surely turned into hours, and it is here that I wait. Sooner or later, these hours will be turned into minutes, and these minutes will be turned into seconds. It's only a matter of time. I'm sure doubt, regret, excitement, anticipation is going through the heads of all competitors at the moment. The time has finally come, which we have waited so long. But when the moment finally comes, and the moment finally goes, what happens afterwards?

"Four weeks, four long weeks have gone by since the first showing of HPW, four long weeks since the Inaugural Brawl showdown. Even then, even during HPW's first showing, the drama was high. Michael Challenger was given another chance to make it to the Final Four. During the Inagurual Brawl, Challenger lost his tag team match, only to have Jacob Corfield put him into the main event. The main event was full of surprises, including Jacob Corfield's attack on Michael Challenger, Dylan Fairservice's attack on Jacob Corfield, which ultimately gave Challenger the win. Even then, before everyone got involved with each other, controversy surounded the Final Four. The funny thing is, the drama of the Final Four was happening even before there was a Final Four"

It seems a long time ago that I signed a contract to be entered into a tag team match, that could possibly lead me to a World Heavyweight title shot, if I won. Look how far I have come since that time, look how far everyone has come since that time. Tyler Jacobs has gained confidence in his first, and second win, ever. The ever loved King Flip, turned his back on the world, and became a heel. Michael Challenger was beaten down, and hospitalized as far as my knowledge, since the second week of the tour. Then we come to myself. In these past weeks, everyone in this main event match has changed in some way. Wether than be psychical or mental, but what about me? Nothing comes to mind.

"That was just four weeks ago, and look at how far we have come. I showed exactly who was king of hardcore when I defeated Michael Challenger in a No Disqualification Match, while Tyler Jacobs was defeated by Gabriel Othello. The next week Tyler Jacobs and I teamed up in a tag team match where everyone believed we would be heading up against King Flip and Michael Challenger. Little did we know there was another twist waiting behind the scenes for the Final Four.The results of King Flip's attack on Michael Challenger left King Flip on his own against two other Final Four members, Jacobs and I. Unfortunantly for King Flip, he didn't have it in him to defeat us, as everyone saw coming. Of course, I suspected this feat to decrease his ego, not inflate it even more, which is what happened in the end. The third week, last week, another member of the Final Four, myself, proceeded to fall victim to Gabriel Othello. Not leaving out the slobber knocker assualt on King Flip."

Recollecting my memories from the recent weeks was actually pretty energizing. Looking back, I definitely powering my way through the ranks of HPW. Defeating Michael Challenger, defeating King Flip (in a tag match yeah, but I still beat him), and then came week three. Week three is when my winning streak was ended, and honestly, I was left with a dampered ego? Who is this newcomer that goes by the name of Gabriel Othello. He has taken out two of the Final Four members, so he obviously poses a threat. Just know that I will not forget this defeat, until I have gained revenger. Just ask Shaun Andrews, I still hold a slight grudge over the man. Note to self: Gabriel Othello is not to be taken lightly. Make a point to actually defeat him next time.

"The point is, through it all, it all comes down to this, it all comes down to this moment. This is the one showing that everyone has been waiting for, for nearly a month now. Through all of the activity in HPW, dating back to it's first showing, everything has lead up to this. Time has gone by when we weren't looking, and we landed at the exact moment we wished to see. The Final Four supercard. We wait no longer, the finale is here."

This is a moment that not only have the fans been waiting for, but all of the superstars have been waiting for it aswell. Of course they have, it's a chance to put the World Heavyweight and Trans-Atlantic Championships around someones waist. Deep in my mind, I had always thought of myself winning the final matchup, which is still possible, don't get me wrong, but now there's a greater chance of me not walking out of Final Four with that championship. With each week, my mind grew stronger, and with each week, I convinced myself further that I would be the victor. It's the third week that did it. The third week put a damper on that thought, now, I just don't know.

"What can we expect from such an event though? Well, we know what we can expect, but what will we recieve? From what we expect is surely different from what we will expect. True, this goes either way. On one hand, what we expect can turn out to be a complete and total misjudgement. The Final Four supercard could end up being the worst show in HPW history. That would, of course, be a terrible mishap. But it is a possibility. On the other hand, we have the option of making the Final Four supercard the greatest showing of HPW. That is what many expect, but you can never really be sure of what will come. You can judge, you can predict, you can expect, but you will never be exactly right on que. Never. Expectations will always be risen or lowered. Always."

Whoa, I believe I just said something I have said in the past. Deja-vu. It's pretty fun. I have said something like this to all my opponents, you can predict, you can expect, but it doesn't mean it's going to come true. Just because you say something is going to happen, just because you say you're going to do something, doesn't mean it's actually going to happen. Take Michael Challenger for example. He claimed he was going to show the world what he can do, he was going to beat me at my own game...which he didn't. King Flip. He told the world he could take on both myself and Jacobs, once he pulverized Challenger backstage, and he believed he would do it...but he didn't. It's a pretty simple concept really, don't say something if you can't back it up.

"But isn't that the case with every single event? It's not only Final Four that expectations are defied, but in every showing. So what makes the Final Four supercard so special, you ask? I have the answer. You see, for weeks, the public, public being you, have waited for one single match. Each week you wait for a certain match to occupy the main event, and each week you have been let down. King Flip versus Zarek Lyle versus Tyler Jacobs versus Michael Challenger, has been on your mind for quite some time now. But every week you are denied, and disappointed. Well, not disappointed, but denied. Your requested match has been replaced with Zarek Lyle versus Michael Challenger, Zarek Lyle and Tyler Jacobs versus Michael Challenger and King Flip, Zarek Lyle versus Gabriell Othello. Each week something new with aleast one of your requested superstars, but never yur exact match. Final Four is your show."

This I halfy believed. Yeah it was supposed to be a show for the fans, and we're suppose to do everything for the fans, but I hafly believe that we must do some things for ourselves. In all honesty, I can not always be about the fans. I mean, I do love them so, but this thing, I am doing for myself. This possible win at Final Four, this isn't going to be just for the fans, as usual. For once, I am going to do something for myself. This possible win at Final Four, I am going to win it for myself. Nobody else. The HPW World Heavyweight championship will somewhat be my personal present to myself for all the hard work I've been doing. You can't honestly say I don't deserve it.

"At the Final Four supercard, you will recieve what you have been desiring for weeks upon end. You will receive your match. Everything comes to a head on that night. Your Heavyweight Champion, will be named at the Final Four supercard. Your Trans-Atlantic Champion, will be named at the Final Four supercard. In a sense, this event is about you. But in all honesty, you can't take all the credit for it. Afterall, we are the ones putting on the show, we are the ones putting our lives on the line. Of course, it's for a good cause, right?"

Again, something I halfy believed. Why was I doing this? Taking a step backward, one could easily see that putting your life on the line for others was an incredibly stupid occupation, and/or hobby. Thinking again, I love wrestling. I love the impact, and I love the power one has in a ring. Well, I love the power I have in the ring. Not everybody has the same power that I do. It just crosses my mind every once in awhile that I could have been a lawyer, or a doctor, or some other lucrative occupation. I could have been rolling in the dough, and wouldn't have to stay at crappy hotels at night. I'd have my own home, for once. But then I think - naw, too boring.

"As I speak, the clock ticks slowly, and time is moving faster and faster. Soon, the very idea of finally reaching the Final Four supercard, will be upon us. Wow, I feel like its the countdown to the millenium all over again. Just listen."

TICK-TOCK

TICK-TOCK

Gone.