METHODS OF MADNESS: I'm glad VixXxen showed, for some reason I always feel so cheap when my opponents don't show lol. Anyway, I'm glad we can actually have a real match on the card, seeing as how most the people in the matches no showed. So yay for us. Ha. To say that Zarek was anxious for his first match back, would severely be an understatement. There was a mixed amount of emotions that had him almost want to scream at the top of his lungs. It was almost as if he was entering a wrestling ring for the first time, against his first opponent, because in many ways, he was. He hadn't been out for that long, a bit over a month maybe, but it had felt like much longer, and that time away from the ring only made him rusty. He would have to train himself all over again. Not completely, but definitely to a degree that he felt almost nervous to step into the ring. His opponent wouldn't have been much of a struggle, if he was his former self, but at this current moment, he didn't quite know. Sure, Miss VixXxen had talent, but talent that was highly surpassed by his own, or atleast, his former self. He wasn't entirely positive anymore. Had he lost some of that god given talent that he used to blast through the ranks of BUD several monthes ago, or would he still posses it, and be able to continue on his path? Nobody was sure, and Zarek himself, wasn't sure either, and that's what scared him the most. It was down to hours now, two at the very most, he hadn't looked at the clock in a bit. The only thing on his mind was himself and VixXxen, and training until his hearts content. It was obvious that he didn't need anymore training. He already appeared he would do just fine in his match, and it actually wasn't to wise to tire himself before the match, especially in this condition. Still, he felt it was needed. He felt that you could never be to much to be prepare for a match, especially since he was away for so long. There was so much this match could tell him. Somehow, he felt it would tell his future in BUD for the rest of his career. "I'm very glad to see that you didn't turn tail and run, VixXxen. It sure would have been a downer if my first opponent back would have not even shown up. Although it would prove my point that I still got it, it wouldn't really be much of a comeback match, would it? So I'm actually happy that you decided to show up. I'm not going to lie, a part of me believed that you weren't going to show up, that you weren't even going to give this a try. To be honest, many other people tried convincing me that I have you on some sort of pedastool, and you're not all that great, but I'm sure you can prove them wrong, can't you VixXxen? You and I both know that people put you down because of the way you act, but we both know that your actions don't effect your wrestling ability." Zarek had been constantly jumping rope, and focusing on the workout, but now he completly stops, and catches his breath. "For some odd reason, a lot of people peg you as just another girl running around backstage, talking game, but doesn't know how to back it up. I can't seem to understand where people got this idea from. Maybe it's because of your gimmick, but I know better than most of the people out there. I know what I'm getting myself into when I step into that ring. When I first started out in this company, people underestimated me like no tomorrow, and they always ended up on their back. Look at what happened to Evan Pierce, he's gone. What happened to Manic? Gone. Dark Child? Gone. So I'm not going to even begin to underestimate you. We're almost one and the same. I know you'll accomplish great things, but right now, it's my time." He whips the beads of sweat the have been dripping from his head and body with a white towel from his gym bag. He zips up the black duffel bag and sits down on the nearest brench press. His look has remained down, away from the camera, but soon he brings his gaze up again, and almost pierces the camera with the look he gives it. "But don't worry your silly little head VixXxen. I may not be at one hundred percent currently, but I can assure you that I am ready as I will ever be in this situation. I may not be completly healthy, but don't think that I will take it any less harder than I would in any other match. Just think about it as if there's nothing wrong at all, because in my mind, there's not. When I step into that ring, only two things exist. You, and me. That's it. I would hope my disabilities wouldn't fool you into thinking you would be getting an easy win, or that you would have a better chance of defeating me, because you won't. True, you've had some good matches and have surprised a lot of people, I'm not denying that, but I'm sure you would agree with me that my accomplishments look much better on an application. I don't know if it's just the injuries or what, but you don't seem to be taking me to seriously, it's almost as if you believe you've already won, which is funny in itself. Don't get me wrong, you're a good competitor, and you've come a long way since your arrival here in BUD, but you and me, you just can't compare the two. I know you're going to go out there and give it your all, because that's just who you are. You have something to prove, and are trying to show people that first impressions are definitely not correct. But I have something to prove as well, and you have the misfortune of being my first example. It's nothing personal." He looks up at the camera and laughs. It's not a threatening laugh, but more playful. "I do have a bit of advice for you though VixXxen. You think a bit to highly of yourself. The whole promo you were talking as if the match had already happened. I'm sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart, but if you were looking at this match to prove that you're something more, then you ended up with the wrong opponent. I get that you want to put your name out there, you want to prove the doubters wrong, but I'll tell you right now, this is not your big break." Just like that, he's done, he's ready, and he's about to prove to the world that although he might be a little bruised it's not going to stop him from doing what he does best. That's kick some ass. Scene fads to black.