Could it be a dream? No, because I wasn't sleeping, that's for sure. Was it just a thought? Maybe. Was it some sort of a premonition that was laid upon my mind? Possibly. I don't know exactly what it was, but it was something. A vision of the future is what it was. I was there, in the squared circle, with Evan Pierce, he was there too. We were both there, starring down each other, in the middle of the ring, ready to lunge forward. There was an ambulance on the side of the ring, obviously one of us would be put into the back of it by the end of the match. There was tension everywhere, and hatred galore, a mix of emotions colliding with anxiety. The audience was cheering, the main event was always to be the best part of the night. Evan Pierce and myself would duke it out in an ambulance match, ending in tragedy no doubt. Pierce had kidnapped Abram, and I was to make him pay. I had defeated Pierce time and time again, but they were different times. The circumstances were different, the stipulations were different, we were different. The bell rang and the match was underway. All of the hatred, the emotions, it came to a head when that bell rang, and with a furious roar, a predators road no doubt, they lunged forward. The match lasted for what seemed like hours, although it had been nowhere close. With power shifting back and fowarth from one person to the next, there was no telling who would come out as the victor. Jade and The Tide were nowhere to be seen, because this wasn't a time for interference. No, this was between Evan and Zarek, and anyone would tried to get in their way would definitely be shot down by either one of them. In the end, when it came down to the wire, it was Zarek who shoved Pierce in the ambulance, declaring his fourth win over Pierce, declaring victory.

"Evan, your time is coming to an end, and all I can say is that I hope you're ready. I know that this Ambulance Match was set before you began this escapade of running around with my kidnapped manager. Hell, it was already in the making before you even had an idea of kidnapping Abram. Unfortunantly for you, this is the match that we were given. Funny, isn't it? That we would be given such a match as this, that allows us to go all out, There are virtually no rules, and hell, you have to win by shoving your opponent into the back of an ambulance. This match allows us to get our anger out, it allows us to beat the hell out of each other, and it allows us me to get revenge." The scene had slowly risen to reveal myself sitting in the same exact place where the camera had left me, sitting on the wooden bench by the lake. I hadn't moved, and it wasn't because I couldn't but rather because I didn't want too. This place was so tranquil, why would I even think of leaving it. It made me forget about most of the things that were going on in the real world, and allowed me to focus on the one issue at hand that I needed to deal with.

"What is it about me that makes you want to defeat me? I mean, what makes me so special that your would want to try and try again to get one up on me. Even if you did Pierce, it would be one out of four matches that you've won. Do you always hold grudges against anyone who beats you? Well, I suppose so. You lost to Kimberly Pain, and immediatly wanted a rematch with her. Maybe after I kick your ass for the second time in a one-on-one match, you'll leave me alone. That's what you did for Kimberly, isn't it? After she beat you in a one-on-one match for the second time, you left her alone." Kimberly was another issue that needed to be dealt with. Would she be guilty by association, and suffer with the rest of Evan's goons for Evan's mistakes, or would I let her roam free? She had still yet to give me her decision, and I had almost hoped she would make this easier. Kimberly didn't appear to have anything to do with the kidnapping, but knowing and not doing anything about it was almost as bad as doing it. I had hoped Kim would make her own decision, because if it came down to it, then I would have to make her decision for her on the subject.

"I tried to make peace with you, Evan, I tried, I did. I walked straight up to you and I appologized for anything I did to you. I even motioned to put everything behind us. All of those times that I kicked your ass, all three times that I walked out the victor, I motioned to put that behind us, and not look back, I would never bring it up again. You just couldn't accept that offer, could you? You just couldn't deal with the fact that I would always have beaten you three whole times. You couldn't live with me walking away, leaving you in the dust." Truth be told, Evan didn't stand a chance against me in the first place. He couldn't defeat me before, what makes him believe that he'll be able to defeat me when he has pissed me off to the max? Sometimes, I don't get what is going on in Evan's mind. I mean, he seems to have a fully functional brain, but he doesn't seem to have enough common sense. Let's see, you have a match against someone who has already been known to kick your ass. You might have a slight chance at it, but instead you piss him off by kidnapping his manager, now you'll have a much better chance...if hell freezes over.

"You couldn't understand that I am just simply better than YOU." Pierce's main slogan. It always struck me as annoying and untrue that Evan would always say he was better than everyone else. In the three monthes he had been here, he had proven to be better than only one person, the Canadian Dream. In the three monthes, since he had signed his contract, Evan had managed to pick up one win, and lose to the rest of his opponents. How, in any case, would that make you better than everyone?

"You could have gotten off easily Evan, you could have simply been beaten and walked away. It could have been just another simple match, but that wasn't enough for you. You've made it personal." It was in all forms, person. You don't kidnap someone's manager, friend, whatever, and expect to get away with it. Evan had another thing coming entirely if you thought he was going to get off easily. Maybe Evan was looking for a deathwish. Maybe Evan was looking to piss me off so I would just go ahead and kill him in our match. I'm not sure what he was attempting to accomplish. Maybe he wasn't looking for a great match, one that he could look back on and think wow, that was an awesome match. Whatever he was lloking for, he'll recieve me, fully force, no doubt about it.

"So good luck Evan, you'll need tons of it..." Finally after a couple of hours, I got up off of the wooden bench and headed back to my car. I was a little sore for sitting for so long, almost numb actually. I sat in my car, closed the door, and sat for a couple of seconds. Looking at the clock, I noticed I needed to be at the arena. Well, it's now or never.

Black out.