Chapter II: Keeping My Promise
Methods of Madness:  I'm not even sure how much time it is until the deadline, I would guess two or three hours but I have school and finals, yay *sarcasm* so I'm obviously not going to be here until after the deadline passes. So, I'm just wrapping things up a bit and whatnot

Who knows, maybe Leaky actually did have some bite left in him. Maybe Leaky actually does have what it takes to make it to the top for a second thought, given the fact that he didn't truley did it right the first time. Maybe that's what's driving him. The fact that nobody but himself acknowledges his first World Heavyweight title win, and nobody looks upon Leaky Format as being a challenge. Maybe Leaky has been hiding a lot inside of him these past few years, just waiting for a chance to let it out. Everyone knows Leaky is a master of deception, and craft. It's possible that the whole deal with Dante Cross and Nikki Black was just apart of his plan last year. Maybe Leaky knew the problems that the duo were having, and he knew that Nikki would want to cost Dante the belt. Leaky was in the right match, with the right opponent, for the right championship, at the right time. It could have been apart of his big plan to finally capture the World Heavyweight Championship, and he might have a gigantic plan now. There's been hints that Leaky's talent has been exceptionally increasing throughout the past few weeks, and it's possible that Leaky is hiding a load of talent behind that massive ego that he has. It could be that somehow Leaky acquired a way of training that would increase his wrestling ability tenfold, thus, giving him enough ability to beat Zarek, and maybe even become the next World Heavyweight Champion... Ha. It would make more sense if this all was just a bunch of crap.

At this moment, it appears that Zarek is standing in the middle of the ring. All of the house lights, and other proceeding lights have been turned on, while one remains. It's a single light in the middle of the ring focusing in on Zarek. The light bounces off something shiny lying in the middle of the ring. A piece of gold. A big piece of gold. The World Heavyweight Championship? Stolen or Replica? Probably just a replica, this is Zarek we're talking about.

"If your key plan was to frustrate me to death in this match, then I believe your plan is working. Due to your idiocracy, you have managed to frustrate me beyond belief. Though I'm not sure how that is going to help you, considering it only makes me want to knock your face in more. You bring out the worst in me Leaky, but again, I'm not seeing how that is good for you. Everyone has said that a more angry, a more take hold of what he wants Zarek would be better than the current, though once again, it wouldn't be any better for you."

He laughs a bit, thinking over some of the stupid remarks that Leaky has made throughout the weeks. Any of those remarks wouldn't miraculously give him talent, the talent that he would need in order to put one over someone like Zarek.

"I quote Leaky when he said the title can not change hands on a promise. Well, first of all that really made no sense. Why wouldn't someone be able to win the World Heavyweight strap just because they made a promise? I'm sure Dante Cross promised many a time that you wouldn't have even one successful title defense as champion. Oh, look at that, you didn't, and the title changed hands. So what were you saying again, Leaky? Were you just talking out of your ass or what, because I'm just not seeing any reason. Besides, the title won't be changing hands. The title is already vacant, thus, why we are holding this tournament, so how could it be changing hands if nobody currently holds it?"

He walks over to the turnbuckle and sits a top it.

"I know I must say this a lot, but it's only because Leaky just can't seem to get it through that thick skull. Leaky never was a challenge for me, so I'm not sure why he believes that he'll be so now. He's always been considered more of a lower card contender, though he tries to operate at the higher levels. You let me win? Ha, there you go again talking out of your ass. You told everyone last week that it was your time for redemption, it was your time to get revenge. But you let me win? You've wanted the BUDvision Championship for so long, and tried to take it from whoever held it. So I knocked your dreams down when I beat you in that Flaming Cage Ladder Match and you got burned. But you let me beat you? You let yourself get burned. No, try again. Your attempt at trying to cover up your mediocrity is failing beyond belief, I would suggest another tactic."

Zarek then climbs up on the turnbuckle, strikes a little pose, and then jumps off. He does a corkscrew, which makes everyone wonder how he is going to land this, but he lands on his feet. It's reminiscent of his Death of a Hero, a rendition of a corkscrew legdrop. It's been the downfall of many, and either that, or Apolo's Call will lead to Leaky's.

"Not many people have ever looked upon you as a veteran, Leaky, despite how many years you have spent with the company. To be considered a veteran you have to have done it all in your years, but you obviously haven't. You don't see the Brooklyn Brawler going around telling everyone how great he is and that he's the best thing to ever step in the ring. That's because he continues to get his ass handed to him everytime he does step in the ring.

He picks the title up and looks at it, staring at his reflection. Almost a year in the making, and this was as close as he'd ever come to the real thing. Of course, now we were talking about a different story. Krystmas Kaos would soon roll around, giving Zarek the chance he needs to become champion once again.

"You can wrestle on your little local talents all you want, but it won't help you prepare for the beating that's coming your way today. Actually, why don't you just stay with them, join their little backyard wrestling groups, because it's all you'll ever be good for."

Gone.