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Post by Bartman on Aug 16, 2006 14:16:23 GMT -5
A swift wind passes through the foggy night sky as we struggle to see the glorious beauty of our atmosphere above. Fog fills the environment making it difficult to see everything within our presence. However, although our surroundings seem blurred we struggle desperately hoping to make out even the slightest object which would help reveal exactly where we are. Limited stars are able to break through the heavy fog, and shine boldly above all but unfortunately those few stars are not able to shed the smallest glimpse of light, which would ultimately assist us. The gentle wind continues to blow steadily, giving us the slight bit of relief. Suddenly, our sight becomes ever so clearer revealing what appears to be a road of some sort. Though, it still is uncertain exactly why we are here we ponder continuing to reveal an answer to our countless questions. In a spilt second, a sudden gust of wind passed by shifting around the thick fog revealing that we are indeed standing before... a road. Unusually, there are no cars roaming around, nor are there any people in site. The region is seemingly abandoned. There are not many trees or bushes at the sides of this road. Just simply a large land of dirt, meters and meters of land. Suddenly, two headlights can be seen far ahead, a car making their way down this very road. As it approaches closer an unknown individual can be seen at the other far end of the road, simply walking down the center. It is uncertain as to why this man would walk in the middle of the street, but he continues to merely walk, not a care in the world. Within a spilt second, the car swerves as they lose control in an attempt to miss this unusual individual. The car quickly speeds off, as the man is nowhere to be found. Minutes go by before we return to pure silence. The wind continues to softly blow before suddenly, yet another gust of wind passes by this time sending one single shiver down our spine. We bring our attention back to the far end of the road and we are stunned to see that walking towards us is that same character, this time we are now known that he is none other than the proclaimed man of the hour, Josh.
After many months of anticipation, the weeks of eagerness, the days that felt like eternity...we are finally here. This Sunday, few will walk into the arena as champion, fewer will walk out with the gold still around their waist. Only few will be able to break out and shine before all, while the others, the career of others… fall into oblivion. It is uncertain as to who will triumph, or what surprises may be in store. In the end, every one wins in some way. A night which will make you regardless of the outcome. This Sunday, we enter Superbrawl IV. The main gem of the year, as this time around we are welcomed to a Double Main Event. In one corner we have Reverend Shadow competing against the co-owner, Michael Kyzer for the top gold. And then also in the evening, we have his partner in crime, Drakz, competing against two men. One whom is trying to turn the direction WFWF is going, and the other, well, the other is just gunning for revenge as Drakz will be fight Trent Draven and “The Man of the Hour” Josh. The history between Drakz and “The Man of the Hour” Josh date all the way back to Superbrawl III. A day where both men put there differences aside and aligned for that one might only. Ironically, not knowing that one year later, they would be Main Eventing Superbrawl IV. But not on the same team this time around, instead this Sunday, they will step face to face to face, in Triple Threat Hell, each man hoping to ultimately put an end to the misery of the other, and more importantly, the feud. Though there won’t be any titles on the line, or prizes for that matter. A win alone is enough for any three of these men. Drakz, Trent, or Josh will not lie down until they can say that they triumphed over all. They won’t rest until they can say they received the last laugh. This Sunday, not Drakz, not Trent Draven, not “The Man of the Hour” Josh will fall before the other until they can say that when it was all said and done, it was them that came out on top… at Superbrawl.
Josh: Many have questioned my return to WFWF. They have questioned my objectives. They wondered what my intentions were. Many have thought I was possibly done for, or questioned whether or not I still had what it took to be the best. I mean, that’s what it is all about, is it not? Becoming the best? Becoming the top man in this business, throughout it all, when the dust settles, to be that one man standing triumphant. Many wondered, hell, I wondered. I questioned myself many times, since the first day I stepped foot in the WFWF. I asked myself could I one day be the main prospect for once? Not over shadowed by one. Just simply… the man of the hour.
Josh remains calmly walking as his arms simply sway back and forth. It is currently dead silent and not even the blare of the wind can be heard in the environment. Although it seems as if the man of the hour has come to a halt, he instantly resumes speaking.
Josh: I said since day one, that to be the best, to be that top man everyone looks on to, you must have that one prize, the one thing everyone is fighting for, the jewel, the gem… the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. You see, not until recently have I realized that it was all a lie. I look at that piece of crap, the Inter Space, whatever the hell it’s called, piece of **** of a title and just questioned… is that what we’re all fighting for? To be the best you have to hold that? I was wrong. I was completely wrong. You see, I’ve realized throughout my short, but exhilarating career I’ve proven on more than one occasion that I am the best. And at Superbrawl IV, my second Superbrawl ever. I will compete in the main event. I’ve proven myself. I’ve accomplished my goal. No need to win that garbage strap to prove that all along, I was indeed greatness. And honestly, there’s nothing for me to give you people. At Superbrawl IV, I’m officially announcing my retirement from WFWF. I’m done. Nothing else for me to prove. I did what I said when I first came, and that was make an impact. And now, now I can leave satified knowing I did just that.
Suddenly, the Man of the Hour comes to full halt, as his body remains completely motionless. As Josh stands still, in the middle of the road he stuffs his hands deep inside his pockets before chuckling to himself.
Josh: Of course, before I go I must finish off something many claim, what I started. Something I apparently, put upon my self. As in my final match, I will put the final nail in the coffin as I go against two men who have caused me nothing but pain, misery and heartache throughout my time in WFWF. At Superbrawl IV I will finally step in the ring with the ever so lovely, Drakz and Trent Draven. And of course, once again at Superbrawl, I’ve been put against more than one competitor. Hell, once again at a… PPV, I’ve been put up against more than one superstar. It’s hard to believe that since stepping foot inside the WFWF, I’ve only had one singles match at a PPV. All the others, I’ve been booked in triple threats, fatal four ways, even battle royals. It’s sickening, yet laughable. My whole time here, I’ve been getting the shaft and despite the odds I always came out on top. I always left the impact, I always shined out before all.
Yet despite it all, despite almost always getting the last laugh, I remain left with a dissatisfying feeling that within the whole WFWF roster, it’s me getting the short end of the rope. I’m glad I’m leaving this hellhole. It has done absolutely nothing for me. People fail to realize that I did not return because I was in desperate need of this place. Nor was I on my knees crawling back. I came back because I heard all the insults and all the taunts thrown towards me from the owners. I didn’t come to join some anti-clan. I came back to win that Intergalactic Spaceman piece of crap and tell them to shove it up their ass. Whether they’d enjoy that getting shoved up their ass or not, I could honestly care less. I don’t want to live a joke anymore. I don’t need to degrade myself by winning that. Instead, at Superbrawl I’ll do it like I always have, and I’ll show Drakz, and even that little puppet, Trent Draven, that power isn’t everything.
Josh continues to have his hands shoved deep inside his pockets simply walking down the road kicking a small pebble on the ground. In a swift motion, the man of the hour kicks the stone sending it flying into the dirt on his left. Without hesitation Josh continues to speak.
Josh: People tend to forget, while Trent acts like forgot the royal shaft I received at Fully Charged. The opportunity that I was cheated out of, as everyone’s own, Trent Draven, snatched it out of my hands. You like to play the fool, don’t you Trent? You like to act like it never happened, but you know and I know that went down at Fully Charged was complete and utter bull ****. The New Breed Tournament. The night where I was not only going to win the WFWF International Championship, but also officially be labeled as the New Breed, the official future of this business. The night where I was supposed to fight, who? Reverend Shadow. Not Trent Draven. When Reverend Shadow tucked his tail between his legs and ran away, exactly who was supposed to be declared the official winner? “The Man of the Hour” Josh. Once again, not Trent Draven. You see Trent, you and everyone else fail to realize that this was more than merely a tournament, more than the ego booster it was to many. It was supposed to be the night where I engraved my name in stone, inside the record books, as the true prospect of the WFWF. At the time, everyone was riding the rod of Johnny Michaels and Drakz. They didn’t give a crap about The Man of the Hour Josh. No matter what I did, I had to live in their shadow. And at Fully Charged you stole that from me Trent. I took you out earlier in the tournament, and the fact that you were brought back yet again is disgusting. So don’t you dare act like a hypocrite saying that Kyzer and Drakz are screwing everyone over, when in reality, at Fully Charged you did just that.
For the second time of the time a car can be seen coming towards Josh at the far end of the road. Oddly, Josh pays no attention to it and continues to walk at a steady pace giving to intention of moving any time. The car honks but Josh remains carefree. Luckily, the car stops as the man of the hour completely ignores its presence, walking around it be resuming.
Josh: As much as being owner gave me the superiority I’ve been craving for quite a while, I’d be damned if I had to share it with Trent Draven. I don’t care if Trent Draven is on my rod now, he will never be given sympathy from me. I have no intention of aligning with you Draven. I have no intention of becoming your friend. It really appalls me that out of anyone in the WFWF roster, it is you that I will have to main event Superbrawl with. Superbrawl, the biggest PPV, the night that surpasses all the others, and for the first time in my career… I’m in the main event. In the Main Event of Superbrawl. And you’re in it too? You just… just don’t belong, Draven, You are like Immune this year at Superbrawl, Trent. You were just shoved into the match. It made no sense to me, just like it did last year when Immune was put into my match. All you’re trying to do is still the thunder. At Superbrawl, and like you did when we stepped face to face, at Fully Charged. However, lighting will not strike twice, Draven. I refuse to have you take what’s mine yet again. I refuse to have you steal my thunder again, Draven. Refuse. Here’s your chance again, Trenty. It’s time to show everyone why you are the ‘new breed’ of WFWF. Show everyone again why you won the ‘new breed tournament’, and who you best. Let’s see you do it again Trent…. I dare you.
Out of the blue, Josh stops on the spot before mysteriously chuckling to himself yet again. He slides his hand through his slick black hair before strangely sitting on the floor. In the middle of the street there sits a grown man, simply chuckling to himself.
Josh: And then, this now brings me to my other opponent in who I will be competing against at Superbrawl IV. And he has quite the track record, might I add. He’s a former Television Champion, a former International Champion, a former WFWF Champion, and has lost to me two consecutive times. I mean, that’s quite impressive, two separate times he failed to get the job done and at Superbrawl IV his luck won’t change any time soon. The third strike is coming, and ultimately, when I get that final nail in the coffin, there will be no more chances for everyone’s favorite WFWF Owner, Drakz.
Unlike many on the WFWF roster, Drakz, I refuse to have you and Kyzer out of everyone tell me what to do. Book my matches, or say when and where I get my title shots, if any. You could throw your power all your want. Rename the belts, book mindless matches, or Kyzer can selfishly throw his ass in the Main Event at Superbrawl for the title. I guarantee you though that I won’t be here to witness more. I’ve seen enough, Drakz, I’ve had enough. Drakz, like many of the WFWF roster, you have fallen before me, Yet, like always, like Saku, like CBT, like you, Drakz. You’ve always had this bind of the owners which made them favor you over me? I mean, why is that exactly? Exactly what did they see in you that the man of the hour could not accomplish. You’ve beaten them all Drakz. I’ve been them too. You stared the devil in the eye. I spit in his face. Do you little taunts towards me, talk about how I left the WFWF as owner. I could care less. I’m giving you one last chance, Drakzy. A last chance to prove to everyone, prove to the world that Drakz can dethrone the almighty man of the hour. A last match, Drakz, my last match. And I’ll be damned if I lose it to either you or Trent Draven.
Still on the floor just has stopped his hysterical laughter. Meanwhile, he just sits on the cold floor, just simply rocking himself back and forth. As the wind continues to blow rather harshly, he constantly rubs his hands together just hoping to keep warm.
Josh: It’s funny, people tend to forget the position you played for me last year at Superbrawl. How you were going to make sure that the UIA wasn’t going interfere in my X-Rated title match. Not knowing that one year later, both you and I will not have each other’s back anymore, no instead, we will step face to face. And at Superbrawl, Drakz, I’m going to show everyone in the attendance, and of course, everyone watching at home exactly why it should have been you in MY shadow all these months. It should have been ME in the main event of Fully Charged. ME in the main event of Distance. I should have received those World Championships, not you Drakz. If I’m going out, I’m going out with a bang. Leaving with the impact I’ve left each time for over a year. I have nothing to lose at this point. Just everything to gain. Sure, I may not have won as many championship as you, or even the World Title, but deep down I know, and you know that I am that much better. There’s a reason why I am in the Main Event Drakz. One year ago, I was fighting merely for an X-Rated championship as I won in my first Superbrawl appearance. And come Superbrawl IV, I guarantee you and Mr. Kyzer, I will go out as 2-0.
Slowly but surely Josh makes his way back onto his feet. He has stopped his unusual behavior but just stands on the spot, gradually pacing back and forth. Not a single expression can be seen on the face of the man of the hour, but continues to quietly pace back and forth before just beginning to walk down this road once again.
Josh: One year, nine months, twenty-seven days, and it all comes to end. Whether I want to admit to myself or not, I need to realize that it is time for me to let go. I don’t belong any more, I don’t want to be here any longer. I did what I said I would and quite honestly, that’s all that really matters. Back to that first day when I appeared in that empty arena claiming I was going to make one of the biggest impacts ever in the WFWF. And if you didn’t think I succeeded, you’d be lying to yourself. Maybe I didn’t main event a lot of matches, or win a lot of titles, but I did what I needed to do. I did my part. And at Superbrawl VI, I will enter what I possibly my last match ever in a WFWF ring. Against two men two have treated me like nothing, men who thought I was nothing. And my, oh my, what a way to go out. In the Main Event of Superbrawl IV, beating the living hell out of both Trent Draven and Drakz. I could care less if they taunt me because I’m leaving. Deep down I know I inflicted that inner fear, and I laugh at them. They can hide it, but there is no denying it. Although I am leaving, possibly gone for good, there is no doubt in my mind that as Trent and Drakz step face to face with Josh, final match, I will show them and the whole world exactly why they call me the man of the hour. I will be the man of the hour at Superbrawl. August 20th, Superbrawl IV. Drakz vs Trent Draven vs “The Man of the Hour” Josh. After everything I went through, all the struggle I’ve faced. I can hold my head up high and proudly came that this Sunday it is the end of a career, the end of an era. At Superbrawl IV, I have finally reached…
The winds blows harshly sending dirt flying wildly within the region blinding our vision. It is unknown as to where the Man of the Hour is, but we continue to listen closely as finally hear Josh resume.
Josh: …the end of the road.
As the dust continues to blur the scene we struggle hard to get one last glimpse of the proclaimed ‘Man of the Hour.’ Though only the vision of dirt particles flying uncontrollably can be scene, and the sound of footsteps crushing the dirt below, we are surprised that far out into the distance in just a black figure. A black figure simply walking away, as he walks out too far too be seen as the scene fades away.
After many months of anticipation, the weeks of eagerness, the days that felt like eternity...we are finally here. This Sunday, few will walk into the arena as champion, fewer will walk out with the gold still around their waist. Only few will be able to break out and shine before all, while the others, the career of others… fall into oblivion. It is uncertain as to who will triumph, or what surprises may be in store. In the end, every one wins in some way. A night which will make you regardless of the outcome. This Sunday, we enter Superbrawl IV. The main gem of the year, as this time around we are welcomed to a Double Main Event. In one corner we have Reverend Shadow competing against the co-owner, Michael Kyzer for the top gold. And then also in the evening, we have his partner in crime, Drakz, competing against two men. One whom is trying to turn the direction WFWF is going, and the other, well, the other is just gunning for revenge as Drakz will be fight Trent Draven and “The Man of the Hour” Josh. The history between Drakz and “The Man of the Hour” Josh date all the way back to Superbrawl III. A day where both men put there differences aside and aligned for that one might only. Ironically, not knowing that one year later, they would be Main Eventing Superbrawl IV. But not on the same team this time around, instead this Sunday, they will step face to face to face, in Triple Threat Hell, each man hoping to ultimately put an end to the misery of the other, and more importantly, the feud. Though there won’t be any titles on the line, or prizes for that matter. A win alone is enough for any three of these men. Drakz, Trent, or Josh will not lie down until they can say that they triumphed over all. They won’t rest until they can say they received the last laugh. This Sunday, not Drakz, not Trent Draven, not “The Man of the Hour” Josh will fall before the other until they can say that when it was all said and done, it was them that came out on top… at Superbrawl.
Josh: Many have questioned my return to WFWF. They have questioned my objectives. They wondered what my intentions were. Many have thought I was possibly done for, or questioned whether or not I still had what it took to be the best. I mean, that’s what it is all about, is it not? Becoming the best? Becoming the top man in this business, throughout it all, when the dust settles, to be that one man standing triumphant. Many wondered, hell, I wondered. I questioned myself many times, since the first day I stepped foot in the WFWF. I asked myself could I one day be the main prospect for once? Not over shadowed by one. Just simply… the man of the hour.
Josh remains calmly walking as his arms simply sway back and forth. It is currently dead silent and not even the blare of the wind can be heard in the environment. Although it seems as if the man of the hour has come to a halt, he instantly resumes speaking.
Josh: I said since day one, that to be the best, to be that top man everyone looks on to, you must have that one prize, the one thing everyone is fighting for, the jewel, the gem… the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. You see, not until recently have I realized that it was all a lie. I look at that piece of crap, the Inter Space, whatever the hell it’s called, piece of **** of a title and just questioned… is that what we’re all fighting for? To be the best you have to hold that? I was wrong. I was completely wrong. You see, I’ve realized throughout my short, but exhilarating career I’ve proven on more than one occasion that I am the best. And at Superbrawl IV, my second Superbrawl ever. I will compete in the main event. I’ve proven myself. I’ve accomplished my goal. No need to win that garbage strap to prove that all along, I was indeed greatness. And honestly, there’s nothing for me to give you people. At Superbrawl IV, I’m officially announcing my retirement from WFWF. I’m done. Nothing else for me to prove. I did what I said when I first came, and that was make an impact. And now, now I can leave satified knowing I did just that.
Suddenly, the Man of the Hour comes to full halt, as his body remains completely motionless. As Josh stands still, in the middle of the road he stuffs his hands deep inside his pockets before chuckling to himself.
Josh: Of course, before I go I must finish off something many claim, what I started. Something I apparently, put upon my self. As in my final match, I will put the final nail in the coffin as I go against two men who have caused me nothing but pain, misery and heartache throughout my time in WFWF. At Superbrawl IV I will finally step in the ring with the ever so lovely, Drakz and Trent Draven. And of course, once again at Superbrawl, I’ve been put against more than one competitor. Hell, once again at a… PPV, I’ve been put up against more than one superstar. It’s hard to believe that since stepping foot inside the WFWF, I’ve only had one singles match at a PPV. All the others, I’ve been booked in triple threats, fatal four ways, even battle royals. It’s sickening, yet laughable. My whole time here, I’ve been getting the shaft and despite the odds I always came out on top. I always left the impact, I always shined out before all.
Yet despite it all, despite almost always getting the last laugh, I remain left with a dissatisfying feeling that within the whole WFWF roster, it’s me getting the short end of the rope. I’m glad I’m leaving this hellhole. It has done absolutely nothing for me. People fail to realize that I did not return because I was in desperate need of this place. Nor was I on my knees crawling back. I came back because I heard all the insults and all the taunts thrown towards me from the owners. I didn’t come to join some anti-clan. I came back to win that Intergalactic Spaceman piece of crap and tell them to shove it up their ass. Whether they’d enjoy that getting shoved up their ass or not, I could honestly care less. I don’t want to live a joke anymore. I don’t need to degrade myself by winning that. Instead, at Superbrawl I’ll do it like I always have, and I’ll show Drakz, and even that little puppet, Trent Draven, that power isn’t everything.
Josh continues to have his hands shoved deep inside his pockets simply walking down the road kicking a small pebble on the ground. In a swift motion, the man of the hour kicks the stone sending it flying into the dirt on his left. Without hesitation Josh continues to speak.
Josh: People tend to forget, while Trent acts like forgot the royal shaft I received at Fully Charged. The opportunity that I was cheated out of, as everyone’s own, Trent Draven, snatched it out of my hands. You like to play the fool, don’t you Trent? You like to act like it never happened, but you know and I know that went down at Fully Charged was complete and utter bull ****. The New Breed Tournament. The night where I was not only going to win the WFWF International Championship, but also officially be labeled as the New Breed, the official future of this business. The night where I was supposed to fight, who? Reverend Shadow. Not Trent Draven. When Reverend Shadow tucked his tail between his legs and ran away, exactly who was supposed to be declared the official winner? “The Man of the Hour” Josh. Once again, not Trent Draven. You see Trent, you and everyone else fail to realize that this was more than merely a tournament, more than the ego booster it was to many. It was supposed to be the night where I engraved my name in stone, inside the record books, as the true prospect of the WFWF. At the time, everyone was riding the rod of Johnny Michaels and Drakz. They didn’t give a crap about The Man of the Hour Josh. No matter what I did, I had to live in their shadow. And at Fully Charged you stole that from me Trent. I took you out earlier in the tournament, and the fact that you were brought back yet again is disgusting. So don’t you dare act like a hypocrite saying that Kyzer and Drakz are screwing everyone over, when in reality, at Fully Charged you did just that.
For the second time of the time a car can be seen coming towards Josh at the far end of the road. Oddly, Josh pays no attention to it and continues to walk at a steady pace giving to intention of moving any time. The car honks but Josh remains carefree. Luckily, the car stops as the man of the hour completely ignores its presence, walking around it be resuming.
Josh: As much as being owner gave me the superiority I’ve been craving for quite a while, I’d be damned if I had to share it with Trent Draven. I don’t care if Trent Draven is on my rod now, he will never be given sympathy from me. I have no intention of aligning with you Draven. I have no intention of becoming your friend. It really appalls me that out of anyone in the WFWF roster, it is you that I will have to main event Superbrawl with. Superbrawl, the biggest PPV, the night that surpasses all the others, and for the first time in my career… I’m in the main event. In the Main Event of Superbrawl. And you’re in it too? You just… just don’t belong, Draven, You are like Immune this year at Superbrawl, Trent. You were just shoved into the match. It made no sense to me, just like it did last year when Immune was put into my match. All you’re trying to do is still the thunder. At Superbrawl, and like you did when we stepped face to face, at Fully Charged. However, lighting will not strike twice, Draven. I refuse to have you take what’s mine yet again. I refuse to have you steal my thunder again, Draven. Refuse. Here’s your chance again, Trenty. It’s time to show everyone why you are the ‘new breed’ of WFWF. Show everyone again why you won the ‘new breed tournament’, and who you best. Let’s see you do it again Trent…. I dare you.
Out of the blue, Josh stops on the spot before mysteriously chuckling to himself yet again. He slides his hand through his slick black hair before strangely sitting on the floor. In the middle of the street there sits a grown man, simply chuckling to himself.
Josh: And then, this now brings me to my other opponent in who I will be competing against at Superbrawl IV. And he has quite the track record, might I add. He’s a former Television Champion, a former International Champion, a former WFWF Champion, and has lost to me two consecutive times. I mean, that’s quite impressive, two separate times he failed to get the job done and at Superbrawl IV his luck won’t change any time soon. The third strike is coming, and ultimately, when I get that final nail in the coffin, there will be no more chances for everyone’s favorite WFWF Owner, Drakz.
Unlike many on the WFWF roster, Drakz, I refuse to have you and Kyzer out of everyone tell me what to do. Book my matches, or say when and where I get my title shots, if any. You could throw your power all your want. Rename the belts, book mindless matches, or Kyzer can selfishly throw his ass in the Main Event at Superbrawl for the title. I guarantee you though that I won’t be here to witness more. I’ve seen enough, Drakz, I’ve had enough. Drakz, like many of the WFWF roster, you have fallen before me, Yet, like always, like Saku, like CBT, like you, Drakz. You’ve always had this bind of the owners which made them favor you over me? I mean, why is that exactly? Exactly what did they see in you that the man of the hour could not accomplish. You’ve beaten them all Drakz. I’ve been them too. You stared the devil in the eye. I spit in his face. Do you little taunts towards me, talk about how I left the WFWF as owner. I could care less. I’m giving you one last chance, Drakzy. A last chance to prove to everyone, prove to the world that Drakz can dethrone the almighty man of the hour. A last match, Drakz, my last match. And I’ll be damned if I lose it to either you or Trent Draven.
Still on the floor just has stopped his hysterical laughter. Meanwhile, he just sits on the cold floor, just simply rocking himself back and forth. As the wind continues to blow rather harshly, he constantly rubs his hands together just hoping to keep warm.
Josh: It’s funny, people tend to forget the position you played for me last year at Superbrawl. How you were going to make sure that the UIA wasn’t going interfere in my X-Rated title match. Not knowing that one year later, both you and I will not have each other’s back anymore, no instead, we will step face to face. And at Superbrawl, Drakz, I’m going to show everyone in the attendance, and of course, everyone watching at home exactly why it should have been you in MY shadow all these months. It should have been ME in the main event of Fully Charged. ME in the main event of Distance. I should have received those World Championships, not you Drakz. If I’m going out, I’m going out with a bang. Leaving with the impact I’ve left each time for over a year. I have nothing to lose at this point. Just everything to gain. Sure, I may not have won as many championship as you, or even the World Title, but deep down I know, and you know that I am that much better. There’s a reason why I am in the Main Event Drakz. One year ago, I was fighting merely for an X-Rated championship as I won in my first Superbrawl appearance. And come Superbrawl IV, I guarantee you and Mr. Kyzer, I will go out as 2-0.
Slowly but surely Josh makes his way back onto his feet. He has stopped his unusual behavior but just stands on the spot, gradually pacing back and forth. Not a single expression can be seen on the face of the man of the hour, but continues to quietly pace back and forth before just beginning to walk down this road once again.
Josh: One year, nine months, twenty-seven days, and it all comes to end. Whether I want to admit to myself or not, I need to realize that it is time for me to let go. I don’t belong any more, I don’t want to be here any longer. I did what I said I would and quite honestly, that’s all that really matters. Back to that first day when I appeared in that empty arena claiming I was going to make one of the biggest impacts ever in the WFWF. And if you didn’t think I succeeded, you’d be lying to yourself. Maybe I didn’t main event a lot of matches, or win a lot of titles, but I did what I needed to do. I did my part. And at Superbrawl VI, I will enter what I possibly my last match ever in a WFWF ring. Against two men two have treated me like nothing, men who thought I was nothing. And my, oh my, what a way to go out. In the Main Event of Superbrawl IV, beating the living hell out of both Trent Draven and Drakz. I could care less if they taunt me because I’m leaving. Deep down I know I inflicted that inner fear, and I laugh at them. They can hide it, but there is no denying it. Although I am leaving, possibly gone for good, there is no doubt in my mind that as Trent and Drakz step face to face with Josh, final match, I will show them and the whole world exactly why they call me the man of the hour. I will be the man of the hour at Superbrawl. August 20th, Superbrawl IV. Drakz vs Trent Draven vs “The Man of the Hour” Josh. After everything I went through, all the struggle I’ve faced. I can hold my head up high and proudly came that this Sunday it is the end of a career, the end of an era. At Superbrawl IV, I have finally reached…
The winds blows harshly sending dirt flying wildly within the region blinding our vision. It is unknown as to where the Man of the Hour is, but we continue to listen closely as finally hear Josh resume.
Josh: …the end of the road.
As the dust continues to blur the scene we struggle hard to get one last glimpse of the proclaimed ‘Man of the Hour.’ Though only the vision of dirt particles flying uncontrollably can be scene, and the sound of footsteps crushing the dirt below, we are surprised that far out into the distance in just a black figure. A black figure simply walking away, as he walks out too far too be seen as the scene fades away.
