All his life, Zarek Lyle had never been the one to stir up trouble. Although he gave his all whenever he made his way into a wrestling ring, he tried to leave everything there. Usually, there would be nothing he carried from outside of the ring. Usually. Only few people within his career had managed to cross that line. One thing that will get you put on that list faster than a heart attack, is being stupid beyond your regular idiot. Example one, Scott Addams, who in Chicago decided he would take it upon himself to smack Zarek with a chair in the middle of a tag team match...when Zarek was his tag partner. Example two, Scott Andrew, who felt the need to cost Zarek his ICWA Cyber Television Championship against Scott Addams. Yes, I know what you're thinking, why do all parents name future dumbasses, Scott? Not sure. What is known however, is that Zarek also usually gets the last laugh. Example one, after Addams took advantage of Andrew's mistake, and pinned Zarek, Zarek's close ally DSL turned around a pinned Addams for that very same title a short week later. Haha. Example two, now that Andrew has decided to stop running and hiding out in Canada(eh?), he can finally learn why it is most people don't mess with the Greek God.

"It would seem that the only person within ICWA walls who needs to leave by his fantasy world, and be given a dose of reality, is Scott Andrew. I can't deny that you've made and impact Andrew, but not in a good way. No matter who you've beaten, who you think that you're better than, nobody ever looked at your name twice. You were just another chump trying to make his way in ICWA. I can't deny that you would have eventually gotten a title shot, and then we might have seen what a fair match between us would look like. But of course Scott, we both know you can't play fair, not if your life depended on it. You're not known for your ability, you're known for costing me a championship, and you're known for putting the title on someone who doesn't deserve it. Whether she's a friend or not, I've beaten DSL everytime I've faced her in the ring. Because of your interference in my match, you made it possible for someone to capture the title, who lost it to DSL a mere two weeks later. His first defense, and he loses it, proving he didn't deserve it in the first place. You did that Andrew, and if that's what you're proud of, that's what you want to be known for, then I guess you've accomplished your dream. But you'll never be known for any kind of skill you might actually have, you'll only be known for the huge mistake you made."

The scene had oepened up into a wide spread of Zarek inside what appeared to be a log cabin. He had gone up to a ski resort with his girlfriend, or so it would seem anyway. However, he felt that now was as good a time as any to cut a promo to young Scott Andrew.

"You didn't place me anywhere near a hospital, Andrew. I was already there. I'll admit you might have helped it along, but Addams had already done the job. I'm sure wrestling a few times with my injury didn't help matters either. I was already not supposed to be wrestling, why do you think two weeks before you attacked me, I was pulled out of a title defense? Because I wasn't cleared to wrestle. THAT'S why we had to do an unsanctioned match. I see that you like to take credit for others work, which will undoubtly come back to bite you in the ass. As much as it pains me to say, me in the hospital was Addams handywork, not yours. Just like the championship. You're not the one who took it from me, but you were stupid, and you LET Addams take it from me. Sure, you helped him, but were you the one who got to hold the title for two weeks? I don't think so. You made a stupid move Scott, one that wasn't thought through in the least bit. What did you think would come from this, Andrew? Did you think Addams would give you a title shot? Did you think you'd get a push, just because you attacked a worthy champion? I don't see you with a title shot, and I don't see you getting a push anytime soon. I see your body on the mat, just another road bump I have to get over to get back to where I belong."

From the outside of the cabin, the sunlight hit the snow on the outside. From there, it bounced there one of the windows, hitting the camera lense and creating a glare. Zarek quickly got up, shutting the blinds for a clearer view. He sat back down in his armchair, composed.

Raising his eyebrows a bit, "Why did I ask for a match against you? Because I wanted to give you a chance to prove yourself. You attacked me from behind, with a chair, when I had already been wrestling Addams for quite awhile. You didn't prove you were the better man, you proved you were a coward. So I thought I'd give you a chance to prove yourself, simply because I knew you couldn't. Your game, involves being shady, involves bringing a gun to a knife fight, but when you're facing me in that ring, you're not given that chance. Our match will be one hundred percent fair, unless you decide to grab another chair while I'm fighting off someone else. You claim I was in the hospital for weeks, but if you were me, you would have taken an LOA to make sure I was 100%; does that even make sense? If I was in the hospital for a couple weeks, why would I need an LOA? I don't need an LOA Andrew, especially not to beat you. Maybe if I was going up against DVD after my injury, or if I was going up against CM, but you, rest isn't needed. I don't need to be at one hundred percent to beat you, Scott, whether you choose to accept it or not."

A shurg,  "I don't care if you've been at this for years, I don't care if you've been doing this as long as Hulk Hogan, because you don't act like it. When you're in the ring, you definitely don't wrestle like it. It doesn't matter how long you've been around, who's career you think you might have had a hand in, or anything company you might have owned. WCCW, eh? Can't say I've ever heard of it, and it's no wonder, because you owned it. I've been around for a few years myself, Andrew. I've been in the indy feds, and I worked my way up to mainstream companies, so hopefully you're not taking me as a rookie either. So obviously you don't know how to promote that well if I've never heard of your little business, and neither has anybody I've talked to. Must have been on the lower end of the totem pole, and I'm not surprised that it went under. I'm glad you think that you're some big star, who owned a big company, but I have to laugh when you mention my accomplishments. You say you've looked me up, you say you've asked around, and to the untrained ear, it would appear that you've done your homework. However, you only had to look at my statistics to understand just how much better I am than you. You remembed BUD, right? I know people don't like hearing that name here, but he asked me about my accomplishments. Besides, I remember you mentioning it in your first five matches or so because you got your ass kicked by Nova there. Anyway, BUD, one of the 'big three' or 'big five' or whatever the hell you want to call it. A mainstream company, let's say that. A place where you couldn't get off the ground. A place where I made it, and I've done everything there is to do there. Grandslam winner, several award winner, everyting in between. Not to mention various independent accomplishments. Then you sit here, saying you've looked me up, and apparently you found nothing. Now you see why I find this so laughable. I took that place by storm, and you couldn't even beat Evan Pierce. Yeah, I was there when he beat you too. Evan Pierce is the biggest bitch on the MSN circuit, and you couldn't even put one over him. Nice try Andrew, but next time check your facts before you want to start on about what I'VE done for this industry."

There was a pause, as he looked down at a piece of paper in front of him. He had been researching this whole King of Hardcore business before he had turned the camera on. Of course, he found no such luck of how Scott Andrew would carry this nickname, or why. He crumbled up the piece of paper, tossing it down.

He narrowed his eyes for more of an effect, "Who the hell named you the King of Hardcore? Were they high? You haven't done anything to deserve that name Andrew. Face it, you've done nothing. Go back to '06 and wrestle in Deathcore, we'll see how hardcore you THINK you are after that. Then go to HPW, and I'll see how many times you get your ass handed to you. I haven't seen anything hardcore about you, and to proclaim yourself King of Hardcore, is a little pathetic, don't you think? Even if it was Lee Spawn, or anyone important who called you that, who are they to judge? No offense to places like ICWA, I love it here, but it doesn't stack up to the indys in the subject of being hardcore, nor does Chicago. You have to earn that name Andrew, and you haven't. I realize you may THINK you have, but you're a joke. Prove it, and maybe I'll let you keep that name, but for now, you don't even stack up anywhere near a KING of hardcore. By the way, this 'well known' crap that you put out is a little fake, cause I've never heard anyone refer to you as the King of Hardcore champion, nor will I ever hear anyone in their right mind refer to you as such."

Taking a deep breath, "Ahh...you see...there it is. That's what I was looking for, that little faulter in confidence. Deep down, I know you know that you don't stand a chance. I'm not being arrogant, I'm stating straight facts right now. You won't be getting your hand raised in this match Andrew, not by a long shot. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt, and I leave room for the unexpected. But you don't deserve it, and I know exactly what to expect from you. After I pin you in the center of the ring at Silence is Golden, you want to come at me again? Fine. Come at me until your heart gives out for all I care. You don't think this asskicking will last you very long, hunt me down if you really want to, I'm always backhand ready. However, there is something you should know. I don't fear you. You seem to think I do, and almost count on it. When I look at you, there will be no dread, but laughter because only I know how truly pathetic you are."

Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a small piece of paper. Yep, you guessed it, a check. However there is something special about this check. In big red letters, this check says "REALITY" across the center. He tosses it near the camera, and it lands on the floor.

"You can keep your reality check Scott, I have a feeling it's going to bounce anyway."

Gone.