|..HERE GOES NOTHING...|

METHODS OF MADNESS: Nothing to special or anything. It's very close to deadline, so I doubt Evan will show.

Fade in. One of the newer superstars in PLW is laying down on the ground, his eyes closed. Why he is sleeping when his match is just right around the corner, is a mystery to everyone. As many know that due to Roberto Rodriguez disrespecting American that way that he did, Ryan Martin decided to give him a little treat. The treat being Zarek Lyle, of course. Suddenly, Zarek's eyes open, and a smile crosses his face.

"Hmm...I suppose I should get up. What kind of impression would I make if I didn't show up for my first match?"

With a deep sigh, he picked himself up off the sidewalk. He attempted to stand up, but found himself sitting back down in the exact spot.

"PLW may be a development territory, but it's where I'll hang my head until the call up. I have no reason to be ashamed that I have been subjected to PLW. I mean, look at me, most people don't even know who the hell I am, so why should I feel ashamed? It's a place for people such as myself, to get their name out there. Why would they let just any old joe walk in from off the streets and enter a wrestling ring?"

He picked himself up off the sidewalk once more, and this time stayed up.

"Speaking of joe schmos, I guess my first match is up against a man by the name of Roberto Rodriguez. Now, in truth, I don't know much about him, other than the fact that he walks around with his head held to high, claiming to be some sort of god. What does he have to back up these claims? The fact that he's mexican? Okay Rob, we get it, you're mexican, now can you please just shut the hell up. Nobody wants to hear your repeats about how great Mexico is, and how American sucks, blah blah blah. If you love your damn country so much then why are you here? Why don't you just go back to where you came from if you love it so much? Nobody is forcing you to stay in a place where you don't want to be, America's a free country."

Zarek turned and walked into a door nearby, which lead to the arena.

"Besides, hasn't that whole un-american thing already been done. Oh, that's right, they were canadians. Oh well, all the same, you were highly predictable. Everyone's seen the racist mexican deal, it's boring, why not try something new? I doubt your wrestling skills are that great, as well. I saw his previous match, and it is true that he managed to pull out the win, but let's face it, some members on the roster just don't measure up. Roberto probably thought he's walked into PLW, be the king of this place, and get a quick call up. Unfortunantly for Roberto, I was sent to PLW as well. Tough luck Rob, maybe next time you'll get lucky and be sent to a place where you're the top draw, but for now, you have to deal with me."

A questionable look came across his face.

"By the way, where have you been lately, Rob? Did I really scare you that bad that you fled the scene at first mention of my name? I'm not that well known, but maybe you've heard of me, and expected me to beat your ass, so you ran off? I don't know, but it's the only explanation at this point. Probably chose to play the silent type, not wanting to give anything away, because you know that you actually have some real competition on your hands this time. Whatever the reason is, it really doesn't matter, because it won't stop me from defeating you tonight."

Zarek turned down a corridor, heading for the waiting room.

"You see Rob, I kind of have this obligation that you pushed me into. You're the bad guy, the racist against americans, and I've been chosen to play the prideful american that is destined to take you down. Yeah, destined to take you down. Just like America is possibly the world's biggest superpower and could easily overtake the likes of Mexico, I am destined to overtake you. It's really quite simple. What kind of man would I be if I let the American people down, and let someone such as yourself walk away clean? No, I could never do that. That's why tonight will be a lesson for you. A lesson that simply states that if you're going to dish out insults, you probably should have the power to back it up."

A final turn before the curtain.

"Meh. Well, here goes nothing. See you in the ring..."

Fade out.