"You see Evan, I'm a nice guy, I really am, but I only give respect where respect is due, and you have shown me nothing of the sort. A returning veteran, claiming one of his opponents is a pushover, makes an alliance with the other opponent? You see, that's just not the Evan Pierce people talked about, or maybe they just left that part out. Lowball moves such as this one, don't fit the description people gave me, so apparently they were wrong about you Evan, apparently, everyone was wrong about you. This so called legend in the making is nothing more than a wimp. Again Evan, I really am a nice guy but you have shown me, these past few days, that you are nothing more than a coward."

"I mean, let's start off with the alliance between yourself a Corey Vega. Can anyone look me into the eyes and tell me that this is not the most cowardous move you have ever seen. If you ask me, somebody is getting pretty worried about their opponent. Wow, I'm shocked. have I really forced Corey Vega, and Evan Pierce together. Jeez, I must be like an expert matchmaker, I'm better than eHarmony. It's kind of sad though Evan, do you really feel that threatened by me? Possibly it's Mr. Vega you feel threatened by, and figure that by making this alliance, you exempt yourself from him focusing on you in this match. Either way, this alliance changes nothing. All it means is that someone is attempting to play dirty, but it's not going to work. Meanwhile, you two have fun together, you make a great couple."

"Which brings me over to Corey some more. Corey, Corey, Corey, you are such a laugh sometimes. I mean honestly, calling me nothing, that's a good one. Well, I suppose everyone is entitled to their opinion, but following it up with how Evan and yourself will take me out, then continue with the match, is a hoot. It's the real punch line. Corey, here's a pointer, you don't look real tough when you call your opponent nothing, and then basically say you can't take him out unless you have someone help you. Just so you know, it doesn't work."

"Secondly, you set out to prove something by going to a high school? What is this proving Evan, that you're a pervert? Because in all honestly, that's the only thing everyone else saw. in seeing your promo. Then, you attempt to play it off cool when some kid tries to voice is opinion, and you make a scene by telling him off. Wow, Pierce, you've really out done yourself this time. Yelling at some kid, it takes some real skill to do that Evan. By doing these obsurd things, you prove nothing. So you're at a high school, so what. So you're stuck in the past, obviously. Talking about whatever you accomplished in high school, proves nothing. Oh I get it, you're one of those derranged kids who peaked in high school, and desperatley wants to go back? Well we're not in high school anymore, Evan."

"So now you see my dilemma here. I am supposed to look up to you guys, and these are the characteristics that are displayed to me. We have the experienced veteran, as said many times, Evan Pierce, then we have the long time superstar, Corey Vega. Men who are supposed to have some type of character, no doubt. Men who are supposed to have atleast some type of integrity. Men who the new guy in the company, are supposed to want to be. Here's the problem, you both have shown me nothing to fawn over, so what is this? You both have given me nothing to respect, so why should I respect you? I give respect where respect is due, but from where I am standing, you two don't deserve anything."

"One other thing, I did not say, or have I ever said, that I am 'something' in this buisness. What I find hiliarious is that people put words into my mouth, in order to make themselves look better. True, I've never done anything in this company, hell, I just got here. What's even more hiliarious is that you, Evan, seem to believe you are 'something'. What's your claim to fame Evan? OCW Internet Championship? Good job, that belt changes hands about every five seconds, but good job nonetheless. By the way, I hold a close relationship with someone over there, and it appears you aren't on their title history? Did someone lie on their resumee? Maybe they cut you out because they didn't like you? I really don't know. Then we have the IWF International Championship. Nevermind the fact that we don't know which IWF it is, how do we know that Evan's telling the truth? Exactly. Evan, I may be nothing in this company right now, but then again, so are you."

"Oh yeah, and just for the record, I've been living here since I was five. What about you Evan? Because you talk as if you've just moved here."

"In conclusion, I've been a bit insulting these past two days, of course, and we all know that it's not my nature, yes, but am I letting up, hell no. Mr. Vega and Mr. Pierce need to show me that they aren't just some douchebags pretending to be the next greatest thing. They need to show me some class that I've heard about, that I obviously haven't seen out of either of them yet. Find your courage boys, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you the respect you deserve."

The scene opens in what appears to be downtown Mississippi, the very town that 2007 Wayz 2 Die will be held later on that day. We see two men walking, wearing casual clothes, appearing to be just two other locals of the city. One wears a hooded sweatshirt that covers his eyes, while the other wears a hat that goes to just above his eyes. It's a sunny day in Mississippi, a sign of things to come? Possibly, althought judging by the competitors in 2007 Wayz 2 Die, if the weather were to reflect tonight's event, the sky would be more blood red. The two men walk into an outside eating area and are soon greeted by a waitor. The camera's are to far away from these strangers to hear what they order, so they move in closer. By the time the sound turns on, the waitor is walking away. As she does, the men take off their head gear and reveal themselves as Zarek Lyle and Abram McCallister.

Awww. What a day, what a day. The very day that 2007 Wayz 2 Die will occur, and I feel pumped. The day I go head to head with Corey Vega, and Evan Pierce. I must admit, although this appears to be a thriple threat match, it seems to have turned into more of a handicap match. What crap. Whatever, if these kids really feel the need to join forces in order to take me down, then so be it. I take it as a compliment that someone would have to do that, so they can defeat me. Although it's a compliment, I still can't help but feeling these men are cowards.

"So Zarek, not long now before your BUD in-ring debut, are you feeling nervous?"

"Nervous? Who doesn't feel nervous right before stepping out of the curtain. It's not really nerves I suppose, but more anxiety, or possibly a mixture. You can't really desrcibe the feeling you get when stepping out and hearing the audience yell. It's electric, and this being my in-ring debut of BUD, well, it's going to be nothing short of amazing, that's for sure."

I was somewhat proud of myself for putting that feeling all into context like that. I've never been the one to identify exactly what I'm feeling. I don't know what it is, it's just always been hard for me to understand exactly what's going on, but this was dead on. It just poured out of my mouth, and I knew exactly what was going on, I knew exactly what I wanted to happen. Even before the match, the atmosphere will be electric, and it only takes that win in the triple threat match to make my debut complete.

"Oh crap, it appears the vulturs have caught up with us"

Turning around, I knew exactly what Abram was referring to. Off in the distance, I could see about three cameras, all in different places of course, in order to provide angles. It was no doubt that they were gazing in upon the meal Abram and myself were about to have. I figured myself to be infuriated, but to my own surprise, I wasn't. Infact, I wanted them to film me, and I was glad they showed up. I had something I needed to get off my chest anyway. Realizing this, I motioned with my finger for the cameras to move on in, and it was okay. Abram, sitting across from me at the table, I could see was a bit confused, and needed assurance.

"Well, they tried so hard to find us, it's good manners to give them what they came for. Plus, I have a message for Evan and his new butt buddy, Corey Vega."

Abram nodded and smiled at the last part. The camera moved in, which caused the other guests at the place to be alarmed, but I later assured them that it was for a reality tv show or something. In hearing this they became excited, because they were going to be on television. Wow, some people are just so predictable.

"Hello everyone, caught up with myself and Abram, I see. Oh well, better make the best of it. I saw Evan's rebuttle to my promo, and I was honestly not surprised. You see Evan, I'm a nice guy, I really am, but I only give respect where respect is due, and you have shown me nothing of the sort. A returning veteran, claiming one of his opponents is a pushover, makes an alliance with the other opponent? You see, that's just not the Evan Pierce people talked about, or maybe they just left that part out. Lowball moves such as this one, don't fit the description people gave me, so apparently they were wrong about you Evan, apparently, everyone was wrong about you. This so called legend in the making is nothing more than a wimp. Again Evan, I really am a nice guy but you have shown me, these past few days, that you are nothing more than a coward."

The waitress had returned with our drinks, which had actually taken longer than expected. I had half a mind to say something, but I was in a good mood. The waitress handed us our beverages, just some water for me, I wasn't in need of any sugar for tonight. With the way I wrestle, and the sugar in my system, I would be out of energy within five minutes or so. The waitress then handed Abram his drink, a coke. I had caught him looking at the mixed drinks, and almost let him have one, just for some good times, but I figured I didn't need a drunk manager for tonight.

"Thank you kindly. So, where were we, oh yes, Evan and Corey's cowardous nature. I mean, let's start off with the alliance between Evan and Corey Vega. Can anyone look me into the eyes and tell me that this is not the most cowardous move you have ever seen. If you ask me, somebody is getting pretty worried about their opponent. Wow, I'm shocked. have I really forced Corey Vega, and Evan Pierce together. Jeez, I must be like an expert matchmaker, I'm better than eHarmony. It's kind of sad though Evan, do you really feel that threatened by me? Possibly it's Mr. Vega you feel threatened by, and figure that by making this alliance, you exempt yourself from him focusing on you in this match. Either way, this alliance changes nothing. All it means is that someone is attempting to play dirty, but it's not going to work. Meanwhile, you two have fun together, you make a great couple."

At this moment, Abram had begun taking a drink of his soda, only to start laughing and spit in back out, onto the ground. It made me smile a bit, because in truth, I had not seen anyone do that since high school. I did admire the kids sense of humor, but he always had a humorous nature about himself anyway. As if he wasn't trying to be hiliarious, yet he was anyway. I raised my hand up a bit, and as soon as the waitor noticed my hand, I pointed to Abram. She must have known I meant for her to bring for coke because she raised up a plastic pitcher, and I knodded. As I continued on, she slowly walked over with a pitcher of coke and refilled Abram's glass.

"Which brings me over to Corey some more. Corey, Corey, Corey, you are such a laugh sometimes. I mean honestly, calling me nothing, that's a good one. Well, I suppose everyone is entitled to their opinion, but following it up with how Evan and yourself will take me out, then continue with the match, is a hoot. It's the real punch line. Corey, here's a pointer, you don't look real tough when you call your opponent nothing, and then basically say you can't take him out unless you have someone help you. Just so you know, it doesn't work. Corey obviously doesn't actually watch my promos either, because he has this whole idea in his head about me that is entirely wrong. That's okay, it's not mandatory in watching them, but you probably should before attempting to speak of me in such a mannor. Tip number two, doing so makes you look like an idiot."

I had run into a brick wall. I had finished dissing upon Corey, because there was nothing more I felt I needed to say. He didn't give me the time of day, so why should I give him the time of day. The problem is, I had already left the subject of Evan. Sounds stupid, but I'm a poetic man, and I like things to flow.

"And what was up with Evan's whole high school thing yesterday?"

Aw. Great kid. I must remember to thank him later for his sudden burst, that helped me along with my story. I had definitely planned on commenting on Evan's most recent promo concerning myself. I thought it was a bit odd that Evan Pierce had for some reason, decided to go to a high school. Many believe he was out to prove that he was real, but how does this prove that he's real? It doesn't prove anything he says is 'real'. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Well, yesterday we did learn that Evan probably never went to English, so...holy crap, I get it. He went to a high school, to attempt in proving he wasn't that stupid. Well, congratulations on being there Evan, but you still haven't proved you're not a dumbass.

"Secondly, you set out to prove something by going to a high school? What is this proving Evan, that you're a pervert? Because in all honestly, that's the only thing everyone else saw. in seeing your promo. Then, you attempt to play it off cool when some kid tries to voice is opinion, and you make a scene by telling him off. Wow, Pierce, you've really out done yourself this time. Yelling at some kid, it takes some real skill to do that Evan. By doing these obsurd things, you prove nothing. So you're at a high school, so what. So you're stuck in the past, obviously. Talking about whatever you accomplished in high school, proves nothing. Oh I get it, you're one of those derranged kids who peaked in high school, and desperatley wants to go back? Well we're not in high school anymore, Evan."

The waitress walked up again, right in time to hear the high school line. She then looked at Abram, a bit quizzingly, believeing he still looked like he was in high school. I hate when people walk up out of nowhere, hear a part of your conversation and believe they know what you're talking about. Jeez, just get out of here. Give me my food, and run off to the rest of the world. The waitress put some appetizers on the table, most chips and different types of tip. There was salsa, ranch, cheese and artichoke, plus others. None that seemed very appetizing at the moment, although I would have to try some of that artichoke dip later. The waitress then trailed off, still confused about what I was talking about.

"So now you see my dilemma here. I am supposed to look up to you guys, and these are the characteristics that are displayed to me. We have the experienced veteran, as said many times, Evan Pierce, then we have the long time superstar, Corey Vega. Men who are supposed to have some type of character, no doubt. Men who are supposed to have atleast some type of integrity. Men who the new guy in the company, are supposed to want to be. Here's the problem, you both have shown me nothing to fawn over, so what is this? You both have given me nothing to respect, so why should I respect you? I give respect where respect is due, but from where I am standing, you two don't deserve anything."

Which was entirely true, from my standing point anyway. I'll give respect to people such as Seifer, Dante Cross, and many others, that I feel, and have shown me, that they deserve it. These two want respect from me, yet they have done nothing, in my view, that deserves it. I'm taken aback, because respect is not something you just hand out as if you were handing out flyers for a lost puppy. You'll get some respect, when you've shown me that you deserve it, until then, we're on the same level. Believe it.

"One other thing, I did not say, or have I ever said, that I am 'something' in this buisness. What I find hiliarious is that people put words into my mouth, in order to make themselves look better. True, I've never done anything in this company, hell, I just got here. What's even more hiliarious is that you, Evan, seem to believe you are 'something'. What's your claim to fame Evan? OCW Internet Championship? Good job, that belt changes hands about every five seconds, but good job nonetheless. By the way, I hold a close relationship with someone over there, and it appears you aren't on their title history? Did someone lie on their resumee? Maybe they cut you out because they didn't like you? I really don't know. Then we have the IWF International Championship. Nevermind the fact that we don't know which IWF it is, how do we know that Evan's telling the truth? Exactly. Evan, I may be nothing in this company right now, but then again, so are you."

The waitress returns, for hopefully the last time before the bill, and sets down our plates. I had ordered just a plain old hamburger and fries, it's not very hard to please me, while Abram ordered some kind of meat thing, I don't even know. I was hungry, hint, why I'm here in the first place, so I picked up my burger...and then put it back down. There were a few things in my mind that I needed to say first, before eating. Abram on the other hand had begun to chow down on his...whatever it is.

"Oh yeah, and just for the record, I've been living here since I was five. What about you Evan? Because you talk as if you've just moved here."

Nothing much, just a little something I needed to say to shut him up about this stupid foreginer buisness, which I still think he totally made a fool out of himself with. I would have to find another copy of that tape later, just in case this guy got in my face again, I could remind him to go back to school, using it as levered of some sort. Although Evan probably doesn't care, I still find it hiliarious.

"In conclusion..."

Abram began with his moutful, before being cut off by me.

"In conclusion, I've been a bit insulting these past two days, of course, and we all know that it's not my nature, yes, but am I letting up, hell no. Mr. Vega and Mr. Pierce need to show me that they aren't just some douchebags pretending to be the next greatest thing. They need to show me some class that I've heard about, that I obviously haven't seen out of either of them yet. Find your courage boys, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you the respect you deserve. Now, if you'll excuse me, you got what you came for, I'm a bit hungry, and would like to enjoy my meal in peace."

The cameras begin to back off as the scene fads. This might very well be Zarek's last promo before we see him go into the triple threat tonight. There are many people praying for him, not because of his opponents might, but more for his opponents' unity. As said before, the match has turned more into a handicap match, rather than a triple threat. If Zarek's lucky, Corey and Evan's egos will get in the way of their mission to destroy Abram, and everything will work out as it's supposed to be, a Triple Threat. There is but a few hours now, until 2007 Wayz 2 Die, and this is one match, among many, that will definitely be watched. Predicted to be a sleeper, this match has taken form, and there's no telling where it will end up.

Gone.