xxxx. LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN. It was nice to be a warm area again. This week's Hangover just had to be in Alaska, which of course, was freezing. To be honest, I wasn't used to this sort of weather. This whole cold thing, not my style, not in the least bit. So I was the one walking around town, wearing layers upon layers of clothing, but still managing to freeze his ass off. Who thought of Alaska, anyway? Hey, how about we journey on over to that place covered in ice, yeah, that sounds good. Before BUD, I was never really that much of a traveller. The companies I had contracts with before were all independent, so they only operated out of the same place everynight. Going from place to place was something new. I've lived in New York City, Defiance, Ohio, but the idea of moving from arena to arena was all new. In truth, I was more of a small town boy most of my life, so the big city thing new got old. I often found myself wandering around the city, seeing the sights, that sort of thing. It all amazed me, while the rest of the superstars thought I was a bit off my rocker. Not like there was anything special in Anchorage, but the customs were always different from place to place. I had just gotten back from my daily walk outside, and walked into the hotel lobby. I plopped down onto a nearby sofa, keeping away from the constantly opening front door, and breathed into my hands. I wasn't about to start getting comfortable, taking the layers off, for the fact that I was still cold beyond belief. You could tell I was a foreigner. The hotel lobby was way more warm than right outside the door. God damn, whoever invented the heater must have made a fortune. While sitting there, my mind hand already begun to stray away from getting warm, to the issue tonight. Entering the ring with Jade and Scott Addams, to try and take out the Gods of BUD. The self-proclaimed Gods of BUD. For some reason, even though I managed to pull a win over Jake Frost, they still thought they could walk out victorious. Maybe it was just their attitude, like Scott Addams. Even if they don't stand a chance in hell, they're going to say they do. Part of me knew we had it in the bag. I've beaten Jake Frost, and Justin Black in singles competition. Akasha wouldn't be able to stand up against Jade, or Addams for that matter. Still, I thought there could be a chance of hell freezing over...and we were in Alaska. Great. Jade and myslef both know what needed to be done in order to take the victory. Even though we didn't particularly care for one another, we would need to work together. Scott on the other hand, much to my dismay, stayed true to his whole loner, I'm better than anyone, act. If my team did manage to go under somehow, it wouldn't be because of me, or Jade, it would be because Scott failed to play nice. I've always thought the GoB were different from us, they could work together. But I'm not so sure now. Frost seems to want this way more than both Akasha and JB. So his heart is in it, but what about the other two? Seems like the dream team may be having some problems of their own. I'm glad Justin finally said something though, however dumb he may have been. "Wait, wait, wait, hold the phone a second, kiddos, and let's try this whole thing again. Justin Black finally opens his mouth, and he lets a whole bunch of crap fall out of it. So apparently, we're the reasons why BUD was in such bad shape a couple months ago? Apparently, the new generation is the reason why you needed, to come back? I'm sorry, but didn't I already cover this shit when I faced Jake Frost? You see Black, your view is totally distorted. It's people like you leaving the company high and dry, that made it hit a rough spot. People like you who lose their wrestling ability, drop the ratings, stop showing up to shows, but still have a contract because their considered a veteran." That's the problem with veterans, most think they have a reserve on the top of the mountain. Just because you've been there before, doesn't mean you have your name written there, and you can launch back up whenever you feel like it. Case in point, Leaky Format. He rants and raves all the time about how he's been here forever, and he still doesn't get any respect. What Leaky, as well as most of the veterans out there, need to learn is that respect is earned, it's not handed out with experience. Being in the industry longer doesn't give you an automatic in. "You cost the company a bundle, Black, and in the end I distinctly remember you getting stuck into a loser leaves BUD match. We all know how that one turned out, because you were never seen again. Don't try to act like you wanted to leave, and you left the ball in our court. You got your ass kicked out of the company, Justin. Don't blame your ignorance on us. You got yourself fired, left the company high and dry, just like Frosty did. What I did do, however, was stick with the company when it needed me most. Did I disappear into thin air? No. Did I get myself kicked out of the company? No, I didn't. I stuck by BUD when it needed me, and you were nowhere to be found. It wasn't until after Krystmas Kaos, the Pay-Per-View that was labeled as the turnaround, did you make your grand appearnce, Justin. That doesn't count as saving the company, not in the least bit." Taking credit for the work of someone else? Ha. Just when things got tough, they ran, I'm not seeing how that qualifies as having to come back and save the company. In my eyes, it was Syck and Roxy's decisions that saved the company, not people like JB HAVING to come back. We would have been just fine without you, and it's not like you came back in order to save it. You may be a veteran, but what I understand about all of you is that you could give a rats ass about BUD itself. If anything, the only reason why they came back is because Roxy was willing to hand out more dough. So much for doing it because they love the buisness. More like you love that paycheck. "When was the last time you were in a main event, Justin? I really can't remember. Actually, to be one hundred percent truthful, I have never seen you in a main event. So you, making this match worth watching, is one of the biggest lies I've ever heard. You wouldn't even be in this match if it wasn't for Jake Frost bringing you along. You had an option wether to come back or not Justin, you really did, because in all honesty, we didn't need you. So, who did you beat for those Franchise and THC titles, Justin? Yeah, Leaky Format. Congrats, I currently hold the record of most times kicking Leaky Format's ass. Compared to what you use to have in BUD, I wouldn't consider this success." Once upon a time, people considered Justin Black to be atleast somewhat great. Then, he turned on the buisness, and whenever he got in the top spot, he chocked. Plain and simple. Then he wonders why other people are given chances ahead of him, and he uses the whole veteran thing. Let me answer that question Black, sure, you're good while climbing the ladder, but once up there, what do you do? You fall all the way back down within a month. You can't wonder why people other than yourself hold the say...BUDvision title, and you haven't had a shot at it just yet. It's a known fact that you can do great under pressure, but afterwards, you just simply give up. "I mean, I have to give you your props. You used to be something atleast halfway decent. You beat Seifer, Taylor Lynn, and our residential idiot for the Heavyweight title a couple years ago. As well as Bobby Johnson for the title once, right? That's an amazing feat, especially for someone like you. But what happened just a short month after? You were forced to actually defend that title that lie upon your shoulder against Sean Hunter the first time. Now, I wasn't here back then so I personally don't know how things went down, but I hear it wasn't much of a match. You couldn't get the job done against Hunter, but I'm sure you've heards Scott's rants about his three straight wins over the man you couldn't defend your Heavyweight title against. Even Scott Addams can take you out with a simple snap of his fingers, let alone Jade and I. I beat your little buddy last week by myself, simple as that, so what makes you think my team won't be able to pull one over his? Simply because you're veterans? Ha." My respect comes very easy. If you've done something that deserves respect in my eyes, then I'll give it to you. If you respect me, then I'll respect you. First off, all three members of the GoB walked in her telling us they were starting a war against the new generation. Right off the back that's disrespecting me. The other option, have you done anything that deserves respect? Akasha, no. Jake Frost, hell to the o. Justin Black, yeah, but we've already discusses the issue of what happens oce he actually does it. So in turn, do any of these veterans deserve my respect. Maybe Justin, I'll give him that much, but not any of the others. "Now, Mr. Frost, about your comments towards Scott Addams...I couldn't agree with you more. He may be on my team, but I can't stand him just as much as the next guy. But I love your hypocracy. Now, I would never defend Jade, but you're attempts to insult her on who she won the belt off of is just fucking hiliarious. Did you realize your buddy, Black, did the same exact thing. Oh, didn't think about that one, did you? As for your comments about me, you obviously have no idea what I'm talking about. Jade and I, have nothing right now. It's over, so why you think you can hurt me by talking about such, is beyond me. Tell me, how the hell have I talked about "the love of my life" day after day? No, I want to hear this, because it only makes Jake look like the jackass that he really is. I've mentioned a few things here and there, but what I do outside of the company, is none of your concern. You know first hand that when I get into the ring, nothing can distract me, I'm on my game. Oh, did you forget that you LOST last week to the man you've been trying to downgrade for two straight weeks? Yeah, thought so. So shut your damn mouth." Or here. "If you think you're going to get anywhere near that BUDvision title, then you are sorely mistaken. Not because Jade holds it, not because Scott is the number one contender, but because I'm trying to restore this company to it's former glory. If any of you three were to hold that title, then it would only mean that the cancer that infected BUD before, was back. I've been through the archives and I've already discussed Black's pitiful title reign. Yeah, the win was great, better than most I've seen, but he didn't do much when he had it. He essentially threw away the Heavyweight title to the first joe that would challenge him for it. You all ran and hid when the company was falling, and first signs that there was still life, you ran back, trying to capture titles when you thought the pickings were slim. Well guess what bitch, I'm in your way, and you've already proven that I'm one wall you can't get past. Letting you, Black, or Akasha even touch the BUDvision would diminish it past the prestige of the THC title, which I've seen is getting lower and lower with each defense." I walked up to the lady at the front desk, who looked familiar. It happened to be the same girl who was working the deak last night. I smiled at her, attempting to be friendly, and asked "Are there any messages for room 341?" She held up her finger, telling me to wait just a second, as she disappeared into the backroom. When she came back, she held a brown cardboard box under her right arm. "This came for you this morning." She said, handing it over to me. I nodded to her, "Thanks." and then walked the other way. Hmm...it was addressed to me alright, Zarek Lyle. But what it actually was, I didn't know. Only one way to find out, I suppose. "I never once said that where you come from, doesn't matter. You're getting me confused with Scott Addams, which is an insult in itself. Infact, I've even done a few promos talking about my home, DW, Deathcore Wrestling. It's where I first burst onto the indy scene, and if not for DW, then I wouldn't be where I am today. If ECW is your homeland, then go for it, mention it all you want, it's what shaped you. But know that I know a thing or to about ECW tactics, so don't base your strategy off of that." The box was taped all across the top, so opening it with my bare hands just wouldn't do. I walked over to the dining area of the hotel, because I knew there would be a knife. It must have been some sight though. Some guy walking into some elogant resteraunt type area, deecked out in layers of clothes, with a cardboard box under his arm, looking for a knife. If I would have seen someone doing the same, I would have labeled him as crazy, but at this moment, I didn't really care. I found an empty table, that had the silverware on the table, took a knife and ripped open the box. "It really doesn't matter if these two are my friends or not. Justin, Akasha, and yourself, are good friends, and that's all fine and dandy, but friendship won't win you the match. You see, we hate each other, it's no secret, but I trust them both to take down a common enemy. A couple of people attempting to blame the new generation for everything, attempting to say they deserve to be on top, and attempting to proclaim themselves as gods. I'm not seeing the revelance in you showing the tape of me defeating Jade in our tag match. Okay, I pinned her, good job. Then you go on to talk about her screwing me out of a match...when she was my opponent. Jade and I weren't 'linked' then, and she was my opponent, so why wouldn't she do anything in her power to cause my defeat? I didn't choose Jade because she was my friend, because she's not, I chose her because she can get the job done. Same with Scott. I didn't choose him because we're best pals, I chose him because despite his mouth, he can get the job done most of the time...especially against people such as yourselves." I realized I might be considered a threat at this point, so I put the knife down, took my box, and left. Once back in the lobby, I reached into the box, and found exactly what I was looking for. The copies, complete with a thing of tape. Awesome. Of course, how could I forget. I quickly tossed the box, and began walking up the stairs. "You're still talking about the Immortalizer, and why? Here's a clue, nobody is even talking about that match anymore. This has got to be the second time I mentioned it since the actual match. You claim Jade and I keep talking about the Immortalizer, as if it gives us credit, please tell me when I said anything about the Immortalizer? Do you really have to lie in order to come up with material? I lost in the Immortalizer, and I'm not proud of it. I'm still not Heavyweight champion, but in the end, I think the best man won. I'm not going to go around bragging about a match that I was simply in. Why you think I actually did, I don't know." As I walked past the doors, I took bits of tape and put them onto the back of the papers, taping them to each door. "I've said it time and time again, but I'll say it again. You LEFT BUD in it's time of need. Okay, Justin and Akasha have excuses because they were gone before that...despite Justin getting himself kicked out. You on the other hand, Jake, were here. You were here when dipshits like Tragedy were running around claiming to be the best. Oh yeah, didn't you partner up with that freakshow? Yeah, you teamed up with him, and pretty much drove BUD into the ground even further. Then what did you do? You left. You disappeared without so much as a goodbye, and for what? Because you thought BUD was a sinking ship, and you wanted to get out before it went under completely? That's what Tragedy did, and he even admitted it. So thanks Jake, thanks for abandoning BUD when it needed you the most. Thank you so much for teaming up with a man who admitted he left because BUD was dying. Then you come back a few WEEKS later claiming you had to, in order to keep BUD from closing. Sorry Jake, but you're a grade A hypocrite if I ever saw one. Justin and Akasha, they may have come back to help BUD along, but you Jake, you're nothing but a fake." The camera simply zoomes in on the paper posted up on one of the doors. Truth Number One: There is no one in BUD who's cockier than Scott Addams.. (I like that one) Truth Number Two: You've done it all? Justin Black, I'll give it to. But the rest of you ain't shit. Truth Number Three: Scott, no one wants to hear another boring ass, tired promo from you. (I like that one too) Truth Number Four: Jake Frost needs to realize he's not even as good as Addams. Truth Number Five: We can't stand each other, but believe me, when we get into that ring, your faces will be in the ground. Truth Number Six: Everytime you step into the ring, you're in your prime, eh? So I can say I kicked Jake Frost's ass when he was at his prime? Sweet. Truth Number Seven: Defeating you at all costs is all that matters...yeah, but you still won't be able to do it. Truth Number Eight: You're still just a hack who won't EVER get the BUDvision title! (damn, Jake's pretty good at this) Truth Number Nine: No force on Earth is going to stop me from kicking all three of your asses! Except for reality. And the final truth, Truth Number Ten: You all have lame nicknames, and still suck. Zarek continues to post the list on every door, until he gets to one door, and opens it with a card. Once the door is open, he turns around and slooks directly into the camera. "This whole Gods of BUD rampage was supposed to start with me last week, but I came out victorious. How many times is this deal going to 'start'? This week, you claim it's going to start with my team, but at the end of the night, I'll still be standing." The door slams shut. Gone.