Chapter II: Same Equation, Same Answer METHODS OF MADNESS: Second roleplay...obviously. Not to long or anything, to the point more than anything. I'm kind of wondering where everybody might be at this moment, but err..yeah. It's totally cool that you drop out Jake, I myself haven't found that much time so it's 100% understandable. Well, what do you know, Leaky actually has the balls to rebuttle. Congrats. This may not be a flop after all. ...then again this is Leaky Format we're talking about. XXXXXX The scene opens with the a loud sound booming into your ear drums. It's a loud almost screeching noise, as if a plane is flying just over your head. You cover your eyes in pain. Then, there he is, the man that will be taking Leaky Format on yet again in just a few short hours. As well as making his in ring return, attempting to show the world that he is ready to get back into the World title scene. This match tonight, is supposed to show the world that he is ready for the responsibility. It's a little late to be catching a plan to North Carolina, isn't it Zarek? Of course, he was never to concerned about taking on Leaky. History would prove he had nothing to worry about. "Good job Leaky, you noticed that I wasn't able to capture the World Heavyweight Championship. I wasn't good enough at the time to take on Bobby Johnson, and I definitely wasn't stable enough to hold the championship. This isn't rocket science, Leaky, anyone could see that it wasn't my time to hold the title. So I asked my defeat with grace, and realized that there would come a time when I would reign supreme on my own terms. There would come a time when I the title would make it's home on my shoulder, and I would wear it with pride, a time when people would look as me as champion...unlike someone I know. You've done well in reminding us all that you are the only former World Heavyweight Champion left here, and you've taken pride in knowing that you once held it. Here's where your reality check comes in, Leaky, nobody but yourself seems you as a former champion. You can say it all you want, blah blah blah you defeated Dante Cross, but honestly, nobody counts it. I know in your deepest heart you know that you never defeated Dante Cross, you needed Nikki's help to do so. Where's the glory in that? There in lies the difference between you and I, Leaky. I can accept defeat gracefully, and I will one day...soon...win the World Heavyweight Championship fair and square, as well as be able to defend it successfullly. You on the other hand, Leaky, weren't able to do that and will never be able to do that. You needed the help of someone else before you could even think about defeating someone like Dante, and capturing gold. After which, you weren't even able to defend the damn thing and prove that you actually 'beat' Dante." Zarek brought a glass of some unknown liquor to his mouth and took a sip. "It's the same thing over and over again, Leaky. Nothing ever changes. What's the difference between this time, and the last time you went up against me one-on-one. Now that Jake has been taken out of the match, it's just us two, so there's no pieces that you will be able to pick up. It's just you and me, unless your little fan club wants to join, in which case I will still send you packing. I've done it time and time before. I believe the last time we went up against each other, we were going after the BUDvision Championship. Do I really need to remind you of the events that went down that night? Of course not. Don't get me wrong Leaky, I respect your heart one hundred percent, and I respect your persistence, but your attitude is what makes me lose all of that respect for you." He pointed straight at the camera, and stared it down as if he was looking right at Leaky. You could feel the intensity of his stare, and you knew it would be one hell of a showdown at Hangover. With that, he drowned the last of his drink. "When I held the BUDvision Championship, I made a promise to the world. Do you remember what that promise was, Leaky? I promised that as long as I was in BUD, I wouldn't let Leaky anywhere near the BUDvision title. Now, infront of everyone, I'll make another promise. As long as I am a BUD superstar, Leaky, you will never hold the World Heavyweight Championship again, and it starts tonight..." Nice promise Zarek, let's hope it's not as empty as your glass. Gone.