No, I will not be getting an ass surgery anytime soon. My ass is just fine, thanks.

Anyway, the dream began like any other. After a long night of boozing and catching up with the people I once called my friends, I was pretty hammered. I'm not sure where it happened because I was no longer paying attention to where I was, but somewhere along the way, my head hit the ground, and the lights went out.

And I mean really hit the ground. I felt some pain at first, and then it just slowly trickled away until everything was dark. I don't really remember much before that, and I couldn't tell you how everything went afterwards. Unless of course you would like a vivid description of the inside of my eyelids. I'm pretty sure that if Alex saw me now, I'd be strapped to the back of a bus. I could feel some liquid running down my face, and hoped it wasn't blood. If I was dying, and nobody was helping me up, I will so kill someone. Who the hell lets someone lay there while they're bleeding? Then again, the rest of them were drunk, as well, so they probably didn't even notice.

Whatever happened aftwards, doesn't matter. All I remember from this point on, was the dream. I've had it many times before, and I'm sure others have, as well. I was standing in the ring, my arms above my head, and blood running down my face. Stuff falling from the cieling would have been done cliche, so no confete. There was a tear in my eye though, as I stood proud.

The audience slowly began to make their way into view, and I could suddenly hear their cheers. The familiar chant of my name filled the arena as the seats extended backwards. The BUDvision came into view, and banners of past MOD winners could be seen. Mark Cain, Valek, Ruckus, Seifer, Dannica. They were all there, the MOD Championship hanging over their shoulders. But now, it was my turn. I walked to the ropes, and leaned on them, signaling to my fans. I looked down below, and Sparrow lay face down. Damn, guess I never got my match with Bobby. Oh well.

Making it to this point means I would have had to beat the winner of the Stryker/Stevenson match, Wallstreet/James match, Sane/DSL match, of course many more. Getting to this point in my career is all I've ever dreamed of, all anybody has ever dreamed for. Mark Cain recogized that dream. Valek did it, Ruckus did it, Seifer did it twice, and then of course, Dannica, no matter how controversial it was. I could lie and say that I knew this year was going to be my year, but lying just wasn't my thing. I knew to accomplish this dream, I would have to get in by a longshot. Even making it to the finals, would be impossible, let alone beating whoever it was that made it to the finals on the other side.

Then I realized something. Every year, you're going to step on someone's dream to become MOD champion. 31 people will walk away from this tournament, broken hearts, vowing to themselves that next year will be their year. One of them, White Trash. I did feel sorry for her, in the since that we should have been put against each other further down the line. While Whisper gets a breeze match like Chilly, either Ruby or myself will be forced to eliminate one another.

I've tried to pretend like I don't care, and it doesn't exactly work. It's not who I am. I can't help but think about the people I'll be putting under for this. Call me a pussy, tell me I won't make it anywhere, but I'll still prove you wrong. I cared when I was forced to compete against my then girlfriend, Jade Gellar, for the BUDvision title, then months later again for the Heavyweight title, however it didn't stop me from pushing. I succeeded in my BUDvision quest, but failed in the Heavyweight match. All the same, it didn't stop me from pushing.

It's the same case with White Trash. I really have no problem with her, and probably would have never ended up against Ruby if not for this tournament. I respect her a ton, but there's only so much you can do when someone is in your way.

My eyes slowly opened, and I found myself inside some sort of overhang. A second glance would reveal it as a train stop. Apparently this is where I had fallen asleep, though my memory was a blur, and I don't even remember leaving the room. Wether I walked out without knowing it, or someone felt the need to put me here, I somehow ended up outside. Atleast I wasn't on the ground.

I sat up and felt my head. Well, the part about me hitting my head was one hundred percent right, considering I had a massive headache. Though, it could just be from the massive hangover I was experiencing at the moment. Whatever it was, I had a headache that hurt like a bitch. I leaned back, resting on the side bars of the overhang. That was so not a smart idea. Who goes out, parties, gets piss drunk, and passes out somewhere less than twenty-four hours away from their return match. It wasn't just a regular return match either, it was MOD round one.

Images of last year's debacle ran through my mind. Oh, how horrible that was. "Last year's MOD...sucked, to put it simply. I'm not speaking of the caliber of wrestlers that attended, and I'm not speaking of it's controversal end. I'm speaking of my fate in the tournament, and how I only made it to round two before I was cut loose. Not to mention what followed afterwards. Last year, we had some former wrestlers return as well, and one was Freak. I got Freak in the first round of MOD, and I have to say, we both fought our hearts out. I advanced though, and the next round I was put up against Dannica. Now, not only did I manage to get myself eliminated in the second round, but I also managed to get myself in a car crash directly after the match. Those who were there at the BUDdy awards, know that I wasn't even able to accept my award. Christina had to do it for me. So last year, MOD, it just wasn't my year, and it showed. I'm not saying this year is my year, because I know that I have a lot bigger competition this year than last, but I am saying that I won't let what happened last year, happen this year. I'm not talking about being eliminated by a woman, I'm talking about being eliminated in the second round. Through everything, without any arrogance attached, I know that I am better than the second round. Wether it's Jimmy Stryker or Drew Stevenson that I end up facing, I will be at that match, which means I will get past Ruby tonight. She's got heart, and reminds me of myself early last year. However, that boy was knocked down, and now I have to do the same to you."

I had a sense of fatigure about me. I would need an energy drink or something before the match began, or I wouldn't be able to make it through. "From the moment you walked back into BUD, I could tell that you changed. I been through the archives plenty of times before, and knew that you were never able to make it to the big time. This time, I knew you would make it. Ask anyone I talked too, I pointed you out, and I said she'll be the next Bytch Champion. What do you know, now you've been holding onto it for five months, with a minor mishap in between. You've improved ten fold since last time, and I'm always glad to see someone working hard to make their way into the wrestling industry." I tried to push myself up, and realized that something had happened to my wrist as well. It was swollen, and hurt to move. Damn, yeah, you can bet I'll never go out the night before a match again. It's a recipe for disaster.

"I know you're a damned good fighter and you've got soul, but you got the raw end of the deal when it came to MOD this year. I've been burned by this tournament, and now I'm back for redemption. I've already bled for this tournament, and I've already been put down by this tournament. On the other hand, this is your first go-around, and while you have the soul, you don't have the experience just yet. You're a great Bytch champion, and there's no doubt that you'll continue to hold it for some time. However, I don't think you're ready for MOD just yet. I'm being totally honest with you right now in saying that it's not your time to advance. I can see that one day you'll be able to make it, but this time, you got put up against me, and with everything I have, I won't let you past me." I moved my wrist in a circle, while still keeping eye contact with the camera.

"Know that this will be your hardest match. Not because I'm better than you, and not because we're so evenly matched. It's because we know each other, and we've worked alongside each other. No matter who advances tonight, neither one of us can beat that logic."

Finally, the bus had come. It stopped in front of me, and the bus driver nodded. I knew he was asking wether or not I wanted to get on or not. I wasn't quite sure at first. In the end, I stepped up in between the doors, and onto the bus. I didn't quite know where it would take me, but I had time.