Oh Jesus. Another week, and more traveling. I'm gonna miss this place, really, I will. So many memories. Burying dad in the plot back in the cemetery. Mom leaving this place to me in when she decided to leave with her husband. Sort of weird. I never thought I'd have to leave here, and now look at me, here I go. But it'll be in good hands while I'm in New York, I'm sure. Dave knows not to screw anything up, or it'll be his ass when I come back for visits, or when we're in town on tour. Oh, I cant even remember the last time we came to the Pond out here in Anaheim. I'm all ready excited, just thinking about it. We'll just have to see, but it'll be a packed house, no doubt about that. Everyone's been pestering me about when I'd return to the ring, and get back to the hell raisin' that I was known for. And now...the GNL and Tha Katastrophik One are back again...one in the same!  Keep your focus here Markus, you've put a lot on your plate, and you need to concentrate and make sure you can handle it all, and even more importantly, succeed past it all. One more time though...

*Markus slowly paced the halls of the mansion he had spent his entire life in. He had been born here even. His mother Cassandra had given birth to him on the bear skin rug directly in front of the fireplace, which now stayed in the trophy room as a conversation piece, going along with all the other numerous accolades Markus had compiled over his career. He stopped at a special room to him, turned the crystal doorknob and pushed open the white marble door, entering what was Dryden's bedroom. It wasn't always this empty, but the packing had sort of taken some of the luster away. Markus walked over, sat down in the stained oak rocking chair Raven used to breast feed Dryden in. He leaned forward and noticed a small stuffed animal Dryden had slept with for so many years. Markus picked the  animal up off the ground and held it in his massive hand, staring at it as his face seemed to light up, the memories rushing in and out of his head like water down a stream. Dryden had grown up too much, too quickly, and now was on the verge of his teens, and would soon be developing his own lifestyle, something which frightened Markus, who had seen so many people go bad at his age, and he dreaded the thought of that ever happening to his only child. 

Markus carefully placed the animal down on Dryden's bed and walked out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He walked down a long corridor for a minute, before stopping at the trophy room, where indeed that same black bearskin rug lie as a momentum to celebrate his birth. Markus looked all around the room, reflecting on memories of things he had accomplished over his career, pictures that had been taken with people of cult stature in fame. The centerpieces of the room stood out like a sore thumb, a large blown up photograph of Markus and his father, taken back after he had won his first CIF Masters championship wrestling for his high school. Markus stared hypnotically at the picture which showed Markus, with his arm around his father joyously, as his father had his hand in Markus' hair, rubbing it proudly, messing with it, with a great big grin on his face in laughter, as Markus held in his other hand, the trophy which stood just beside the massive framed photo. To the other side of it sat his second Masters championship from the following year, just after his father's passing. And underneath the picture, his first World Heavyweight Championship. Again, this was the pride of the room, and something Markus took great pride in. He kissed his hand and pressed it to the mantle from which the picture, trophies and title belt were placed. As Markus turned his attention back to the rest of the room, he looked around, noticing other scattered trophies among the pictures of him with wrestling legends such as Bret Hart, his childhood hero Shawn Michaels, and even something few were able to brag about, a picture taken from a pub in Miami with Dwayne Johnson, when he was still just a Senior at the University of Miami, when the two were great friends, as Markus was a freshman quarterback in the making for the football team, all though the dream was short lived, as Markus dropped out shortly after completing his first year.  Also in the room worth seeing was Markus' pair of rings from winning the CIF state championship for his high school football team, and then one more from his peewee league football team. 

Markus left that room full of emotion, before turning right at the large banister, towards the master bedroom, which, well was really more like the MASSIVE bedroom, with the sizes of each of the other rooms in the house being more like real master bedrooms. But Markus didn't pay much attention to his wealth, it was more of the emotional attachments that came along with many of the items in the house that he cared about more than the money, or the mansion. But as he wrapped his fingers around the crystal knobs of the double doors leading into his bedroom, he couldn't help but be overcome by this feeling, this emotion. Opening the doors, he had been swept away by the slight breeze from the balcony, and a cherry and vanilla scent that had loomed throughout the room ever since Raven had left him only a few months earlier. He didn't feel as though he was obsessed, but he did love her dearly and found it increasingly difficult to find someone to take her place with him, that wasn't looking at his pocketbook. As Markus walked further into his bedroom, he picked up a few little things and looked at them, one in particular, a blue diamond ring he had on the upper right hand corner of a picture of him and her and Dryden together at a Disneyland during the festival of lights. The looks on the three faces in that photo were light up by the overwhelming joy that moment brought them.

Markus quickly turned away from this picture, and took the ring, placing it in the pocket of the black silky warm up pants he had on at the moment. He closed and locked the doors leading to the balcony off of his room, and grabbed his big black duffel bag, and headed out of the room, closing it tightly behind him. Markus walked back down the hallway he had early entered, and slid down the banister to the bottom level of the house, almost child-like. He got a good laugh out of it, as Dave James looked at him in bewilderment. Markus got his balance back at the bottom of the stairs, having hopped off the end of the railing banister, and to the marble tile beneath.*

Are you really sure you want to do this man? I thought you said once you finished your business the last time it'd be over. I THOUGHT we had decided that we'd leave the business together. We've got nothing left to prove to this sport. We've busted our asses for a decade now, and we've done everything possible. So why in the hell are you going to leave this beautiful place, for a life of MORE pain in the GNL? Damnit Markus, this makes no sense what so ever!

*Markus knew the promises he made to Dave James. He knew that everything Dave said was truth. He remembered the years of torment and frustration he'd endured with his indie reign, as well as the pain that came with his successes in the Supreme Wrestling Federation. Dave and him had made the pact that once they left there, it'd be over...for good. But something inside of Markus just wouldn't let him let it go. He'd struggled for so long to come to grips with a life without wrestling, and he was tired of it. Markus rubbed his forehead, looking down dejected, let out a deep stressful sigh before looking back up at Dave, whole heartedly.*

You have to understand Dave, this is my life. This is something I've done my entire life, and its something I'm not so sure I can live without. And damn me for not being able to let it go. You're right about something. I made that promise to you knowing that it was going to be the hardest decision I've ever had to make. I've left the wrestling ring before, but I was always drawn right back to it, and you know that. So maybe I have to break a promise this time. And I know that's something you just might not be able to forgive, my breaking promises with you. But you cant wrestle anymore, I CAN. And as long as I'm still breathing, and my body is in the condition its in, allowing me to go out there time in and time out, and give fans one hell of a show, I'm gonna do it. I know you think that I've got nothing left to prove. And to everyone else, it may look that way too, but to myself, I've got a hell of a lot to prove. That I can still hang...that I can leave home and still do what I've always done. *Markus taps Dave on the chest a few times in mid-sentence* You cant tell me, that while you sat here and watched me on Nextasy this past week...you cant with an honest heart tell me you didn't see the Markus Katastrophik of old. You cant begin to tell me that you didn't have a smile on your face and adrenaline pumping through your veins watching me go out there and get the job done like back in the old days, like when we were still teenagers, like only you know that Markus Katastrophik can get it done! *Markus sighs and looks back up at Dave* And its THAT reason...that I cant keep that promise.

*Markus knew that while Dave understood his passion, and the love he had for not only going out there and competing, succeeding, and making that trek to the top of the mountain, but the love he had for putting smiles on each and every fan that came out hoping to see Markus Katastrophik in action... Dave couldn't accept Markus' undying devotion for continuing to prevail in a sport he always loved.

Markus turned and walked away, leaving behind the remainder of the bags he had packed for his trip back to New York, where he would rebuild his life, in his new home, as well as the best friend he had ever known. Markus headed out of the house, into the back, out on the the patio, and down a cobblestone path leading to the family plot, where he stopped, crouched over the headstone of his late father, and youngest sister, hung his head low and spoke with a crack in his voice, obviously shaken by the sight he never grew used to.*

Happy Father's Day dad. You know, I've gotta leave for a while, but I'm leaving Dave here to keep up on everything here. I'm gonna miss you while I'm in New York, but that's no change, I miss you all of the time anyway. I hope you're proud of me. I know that wherever you are, you're smiling down on me. You watch me on the big TV in the sky? I know you always thought this was a ridiculous dream to try and live, but I'm livin' it. So you watch over the place here while I'm gone. I don't know how long exactly that'll be, but rest assured, I'll never forget this place I've grown up in, the parents that raised me, and this house, all of the memories it brings. I love you, I miss you...until next time.

*Markus walked away from the plot and headed towards the house again, finally having made his peace with the memories he needed to. Markus took his time walking back along the cobblestone path, and through the treatment in the backyard, gazing slowly around at all of the roses, chrysanthemums, daisies, and other assorted flowers and plant life he had been used to seeing growing in the massive backyard of his home. He walked past the basketball court, kicking the basketball and watching it coast off the ground and into the bushes nearby. Markus smiled and ascended the patio steps and back through the sliding glass door into the house where Dave James awaited him. The two shook hands, and embraced in a brotherly hug as Dave tried one last time to persuade Markus not to do this. But it came at no avail as Markus seemed all too determined to go through with this. Markus' bags were carried outside as he followed, walking out of the front doors for the last time in a long time. He stopped at the top of the steps, and looked down to the circle driveway to see a black limousine parked right at the foot of the steps. As he looks down at the limo, the back door opens nearest the steps as a pair of long slender legs. Markus' eyes grow wide as out steps GNL Co-Owner Nysa. Markus walked down the two flights of steps to the gravel driveway below.*

Aww, look...front door service, with a smile none the less *chuckle*. And what exactly brings you around these parts? Come to see little old me on my way?

Well, partly, Markus, I want to make sure you're treated properly, but there's also a whole crop of kids out here trying to be like their local hero, I want to take a look at some of them.

Good deal. There are quite a few. Hell, some I see are even better than I was at their ages. But now I'm hurt, I thought you came all the way out here for me.

I did. *looks around at the high class neighborhood* I won't find any of them out here, and I wouldn't pull out the limo for them either, my bike is plenty good for lil ole me.

*Smirks* So about this alliance... do you come along with the deal, or are you sold separately?

*smiles* At this point Mr. Katastrophik, I am my own. The alliance is for you and Billy to work out. I know you have your share of enemies already and he needs pointers to get him started, there is plenty for you two to work from, I'm stepping out of this arrangement. I put you two together, that's it.

*smiles* sold separately, just as I assumed. Well that's all good and well. I'll speak to your Billy James and see if there's anything we have to offer each other, and if indeed there is, then we'll be golden.

*nods* Good, I think you two will be a good team. As you saw last week, he's a monster.

He does appear so. Shall we speak more about this on the way to the airport?

*smiles warmly* Certainly. *Gestures to the open car door* So, tell me Markus, what are your ambitions?

*Markus and Nysa entered the limousine and drove off, leaving behind nothing more than old memories and a cloud of gravel-filled dust as the camera cut out. 

--Later that afternoon--

*Markus was exhausted, but refreshed. The plane ride was a bit much, though it gave him much needed time to relax and sleep. He shared the flight with a few of GNL businessmen, heading back from what Markus overheard to be a brief vacation in Catalina, just off the coast of California. Markus chuckled, knowing the landscape of Catalina all too well, having been a California native himself. He rested his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep with no interruption. The only thing was the soft murmuring voice of the flight attendant as she woke Markus from his slumber, letting him know of their arrival at La Guardia airport in New York. As he stepped off the plane and onto the runway leading into the airport itself, he noticed a pair of burly bikers. From a distance it seemed to be pretty fuzzy making them out, but as he got closer, it became rather obvious that it was Billy James and one of his biker friends. Markus thought that no doubt, this was set up by a call from Nysa to Billy, but Markus thought it cute, and sort of flattering that she'd go to all this just to talk Markus into such an alliance with Billy James. Markus approached the big black extended cab Ford truck, and saw Billy James, who stood in front of the truck, leaning back against the grill, with his arms folded over his chest. His friend however sat in the passenger side seat. Markus climbs in the cab of the truck as Billy climbs up into the driver side, and the truck speeds away. 

Markus wondered where they were off to. Billy seemed pretty secretive about this, but laughed up with his passenger friend, while Markus kept pretty quiet the entire time. At some points it seemed as though Billy was uncomfortable with Markus' silence. But finally after a long journey, they came to a stop at this run-down little biker hangout. Markus thought to himself 'this must be some joke', as he watched a pair of bikers duke it out, outside of the bar. But Markus was rather laid back and open-minded, so he thought that he'd go along with it, and see where this all played out. Onward the three walked into the bar and took a seat at a table next to the old school juke box and across the way from the worn down pool table. Markus observed two guys playing a game while Billy James and the biker spoke momentarily away from Markus. After a minute, Billy hollered for Markus' attention, and quickly got it.*

Hey, stay away from that game, Markus, unless you want to lose that nice jacket you got on. *points to one of the players with no shirt* They ain't playin' for cash.

Oh come on, I could take 'em...both

Yeah, you could, but this is their place. *nods to the majority of the others in the room with similar tattoos to those two* They might just have us out numbered, but then, that just evens the odds. *Billy smiles* 

Point well taken *nods*. So, what exactly did you bring me all the way out here for? I'm sure you had intent...

*nods and waves Markus to a side table* I did, I think we should talk, especially about this deal Nysa wants to set up. I saw you out there last week, you put on a good show.

You didn't do half bad yourself. Of course it was Kid Money, and he gave up a lot of power, size and weight to you, to begin with. But none the less, you did impress.

*grins* I busted a head, nothin' much. But now this here,. is something different, you all want me to bust heads with a partner, I never done that before.

Hey, I know the feeling. It's like she just threw us together for the fun of it. I mean we're the odd couple from...God only knows where. But you ARE a big guy. And I'm sure you've seen my past employment. I was never good at keeping partners, SOME of them didn't keep too well, they didn't quite understand the dynamics of a cohesive unit. But what do you think about it?

I came up in southern Cali, I always rode with a gang, I can work with people, but really it's the idea of being only a two man crew, bothers me. I seen your record though, impressive, awesome even. I think we can work together, but I am not the lead here you are, she made that clear enough and I'll go with that.

Fair enough. But you should know, I don't like to run my business like the dominant one, I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker. You got something to show me, show me! You got something to say to me, say it! You got beef, then take it up! But don't, and this is where people get a little mixed up, so ill make myself crystal clear...DON'T pussy around with me. If you've got my back, I've got yours. We run together as a unit, a co-captain effort, none of this leader business like Nysa was trying to pull. That means you've gotta pull just as much weight as me. Clear?

Clear enough, Katastrophik, just so long as you do the talking, I'll do the thrashing. I can pull my weight. I just don't much like making big speeches, I rather say my piece and get out, most of these guys though gab it up, I don't go for all that, I say put up or shut up. Get me?

Crystal! But you've gotta understand, unlike most of those people who just stand up there and talk their game, you saw yourself... I back it up. I'm known for charisma, but I'm also known for my ability to get the job done under any circumstances, by any means... So if we are on the same page here... and we're in TOTAL agreement... then *Markus shrugs* I say I'm game!

I think we are... let's do this. *gets up then turns back* Just one more thing...

*Markus arches an eyebrow* And that would be?

If we're working together you need a much better ride than those *points to Markus's feet* C'mon, outside, I got something for ya. 

*Billy gestures at the biker who came with them, who runs outside quickly, smiling to himself. Markus follows, pushing open the door outside, as a few rays of sun beat down on him, causing him to put his sunglasses on, and takes a look around*

*when the two wrestlers emerge he is standing beside one of the bikes a green one, custom built* That, Markus,. is the new, Billy James Katastrophik bike *the bike is lime green with neon flames on the gas tank, running along the rear fender is the word 'Katastrophik' while the wheels are etched with TKO, it is a low riding design with lots of points and is a little medieval looking* That's a ride, for ya.

*Markus marvels at the beautiful piece of machine and nods, grinning wildly at the sight.* This indeed is a mighty fine piece of work!

Biker: Billy built this one just for, you. It's one of a kind. All the plans are in his head. *motions Markus to sit on it* I think you'll like it, it rides easy, and it's a real fast bike. Go ahead, start 'er up. She's gassed and ready. *smiles*

*Markus notices the two bikers continuing to battle outside, and motions for Billy and his friend to hold on a moment, walks over, taps the one biker on the shoulder. The two struggle to a stop, as the one turns around angrily. Markus punches him square in the face and watches him fall to the ground. The other, seemingly happy that the fight is over, is dropped with a lunging clothesline, gets back up to his feet, only to be dropped by a kick to the stomach and a forearm to the face, as a blood vessel in his nose bursts and blood comes running down from it. Markus walked back over to the bikers and smiled* God that felt good! *He chuckled and took a seat on the custom bike, started it up and closed his eyes, grinning wildly at the feeling the bike possessed, and the feeling Markus himself felt with the bike. He opened his eyes and grinned at Billy James and his biker friend as he revved the engine a few more times before letting it calm down a moment.*

*Billy takes a step and lowers a booted foot onto one of the two downed men while the other is KO'ed by a tire iron shot from Billy's ride buddy, who grabbed the iron quickly from the truck.* Nice work, I see you like it. Oh! I was told you have a promo to cut? It's over at HQ, you just go straight down here *points down the street towards down town Manhattan* This is Fifth Avenue. We'll finish up here. *Billy grins bending to pick up the man whose hand he was standing on*

*Markus nodded acceptingly* Sounds like a plan. I'll meet up with you real soon. You know where I'll be. *With that said Markus revved up the engine once more for the boys before speeding off, leaving Billy and his partner to take care of their own business with the guys back at the bar.*

I know. Have fun, Markus. *laughs then waves as Markus roars off, going inside and from the sound of it tossing the brawler into a bunch of his buddies*

--Later that night--

*Markus had made a stop at the GNL studios in downtown New York, needing a few bits of information, such as where the current Live show was being held, and where Dragon was. He only received one bit of information from the overly chatty secretary. Markus waited what must have seemed like ages, waiting just to speak to the woman behind the desk. But all the secretary did was sit on the phone, gossiping to what could only be assumed to be her friend about only God knows what. Markus quickly grew weary of this and approached the woman, growing rather impatient. He kindly took the phone away from the woman's ear, and asked politely where the event was being held tonight. And much to Markus' pleasure it was still close. The GNL hadn't started it's touring around the country just yet, so Markus wasn't lost on trying to catch up to the event. Quickly Markus ran off, down the long lobby, through the rotating doors, and disappearing into the darkness of the night, as the sound of a  fired up motorcycle was evident in the sounds of the night. 

Meanwhile, at the GNL Live event:

Commentator 1: Welcome back to GNL Live! We're gonna recap some of the biggest stories of the week here. First off, with the AMAZING success that Nextasy was last week. Thanks to all of you who tuned in, who made it the highest rated cable show of the week. And this week will be no different. There are sure to be more surprises as the GNL heads into its second week. 

Commentator 2: I bet. But still, lets take a moment to finish recapping last week. We saw Angel defeat White Trash Jerry for a shot at the GNL Hardcore Championship, with a great deal of help from Angelina Summers. At the end of the night, former SwF icon Andrew 'The Blade' Gibson came out and attacked Jerry, in some sort of attempt to make a quick impact. How it'll all play out, is yet to be seen though. Also we saw Billy James go to an impressive victory over Kid Money, beating him into unconsciousness, sending him right through the Spanish Announce table with that massive powerbomb. 

Commentator 1: You can't forget about Markus Katastrophik coming to victory over Jamie Jones, in his first match back in the GNL since it closed down. And Jamie Jones gave quite the effort, but in the end, it wasn't nearly enough to get past The Katastrophik One. 

Commentator 2: Not to mention Lost Soul coming out on top in the big Triple Threat match against Iron Man and Denny Romyn. But the main event pitted D Thug and Afowkin Moron one-on-one for the first contender position at the new Million Dollar Championship. And after an...uhm...'different' match, D Thug managed to come away with the victory.

Commentator 1: And this week definitely wont disappoint as we're gonna have the second Million Dollar Championship contenders match, when Iron Man goes up against Markus Katastrophik! Not to mention Billy James going up against Lost Soul for a shot at the Hardcore Championship. And we'll get a chance to see Andrew 'The Blade' Gibson in his first match in the GNL, teaming with D Thug to take on Afowkin Moron and White Trash Jerry. The hype that this guy brings to our sport is incredible, and I cant wait to see him get in the ring and actually compete. But White Trash Jerry will no doubt want to spoil Blade's debut, after the brutal attack he took at the hands of Andrew Gibson one week ago.

Well here we go...

*The arena lights cut out as the fans fell silent. It didn't take long though for them to come to grips with what was taking place. A dark blue hue showered the crowd and arena. A very thin blue mist rained down from the rafters as the fans were all brought to their feet in ovation as an all too familiar tune began to play over the PA system. 

Through our bleeding, we are one
Through our bleeding, we are one
Through the darkness breaks the light
Through the light, unending pain
Deified the wretched ones
Till the darkness comes again
Through our bleeding, we are one
Through our bleeding, we are one...

...In darkness together, we're bringing the light! In darkness together, we are forming! the fire tomorrow is born of the night, in darkness together, WE IGNITE! Through our will we brought fear, left to burn beneath the sun, we are one!

The fans gave one of the most amazing ovations as 'Strength Through Wounding/Porphyria' played the entrance of Markus Katastrophik into the arena. The mist dissipated as bright blue bursts of flame shot up from under the stage. The burst of flame caught everybody off guard, but the flames only seemed to fuel the adrenaline of the fans in attendance. As the flames grew smaller, down to a flicker, and eventually nothingness, a cloud of smoke was all that remained. And even then, the smoke quickly rose to the rafters, making way for the figure standing at the top of the stage, leading right down to the entrance ramp. As the smoke cleared away, the figure became more and more defined, until the fans saw the blue silhouette of none other than Markus Katastrophik. He walked forward and stopped at the top of the ramp, and reached his outstretched arms out, showing his great wingspan. The fans welcomed Markus with open arms, and a massive pop, as Markus turned and headed down the entrance ramp, reaching out to the hands of the fans as they threw themselves practically over the barricade trying to embrace what has become sort of an urban legend in the sport, Markus Katastrophik. 

Markus made it to the bottom of the ramp, and used his arms to jump up onto the apron, gripping the ropes tightly and pushing them down as he steps through them, into the ring between the middle and top ropes. Inside of the ring, Markus walks over and into the center of the ring, throwing a fist into the air, as the fans burst into cheers, louder than before. Markus walks over to the opposite side of the ring, and hangs over the top rope, stretching his arm out, accepting a microphone from the ring announcer.  Markus walked back over into the center of the ring, and unzipped the jacket. He pulled free the jacket from his body, and tossed it to the side, watching it slide into the corner. He revealed a black Carolina Panthers football jersey as the crowd didn't exactly like this sight, but at the same time, wouldn't turn to booing the man. He didn't try to rub anything in, simply wore the jersey of a team that wasn't from New York, just as a fan. He brushed his fingers through his short spiked hair, and took a deep breath before raising to the microphone to his lips ready to speak. But just as he prepared to, the fans erupted in a great chant causing him to hold off on the speech...

T - K - O ! ! ! T - K - O ! ! !  T - K - O ! ! ! T - K - O ! ! !

Markus felt the chill all too distinctly rush up and down his spine. He hadn't felt this way since he won his first World Heavyweight Championship. He was moved by this show of support. He felt like he had finally made it, but as quickly as he thought that, he was quick to squelch that thought, knowing that the moment he thought that, it was all over. Markus looked down, took a deep breath, and lifted the microphone up once more, and as he raised his head, his eyes filled with intensity and adrenaline, the likes of which were indescribable to any fan who stood in attendance.*

NEW YORK FREAKIN' CITY!!! How about we do this like it's never been done before!? All right... *clears throat* Ladies and Gentlemen, boy's and girls, welcome one, welcome all to the greatest show on Earth! There have been seven acknowledged wonders of the world...and in the coming age, you are about to witness the eighth! 

*Fans cheer loudly at the sound of this*

I don't come here to blow smoke up your ass about how I'm the second coming or anything. I don't proclaim myself Godly, or even that I'm invincible. You're gonna get plenty of that from everybody else. So a lot of people are going to wonder, why exactly have I come back to this sport, to this federation, after my past, after everything I've accomplished. And as I answered that exact same question from the press, I knew answering it in front of you would be an entirely different situation. The press doesn't follow wrestling usually. The media follows popular stories. My acquisition was a story that lasted on the news a night. But you see, to you people, it was much different. It rocked the world.

But I've come here to start a whole new reign of success. I've competed in many of places, and in each one, I've learned, I've grown, I've become better, stronger, faster, six-million-dollar-man style! *chuckle* You see, the GNL is up and coming, and with that, comes a lot of new talent, a lot of very skilled young men who all are where I was when I came in. And then of course, you've got your veterans. You've got the guys who have been around the block a few times. And even some who just come here to cap off a career with one more go. Then again, there are just the select few, who have nothing left to accomplish, but still do it, for each and every one of you, who come out here time and time again to see them compete. 

For now though, there's a bit of business I need to take care of. As you've all watched over the DragonTron over the course of the night, I've gone through a lot today. But not quite as much as what lies ahead of me. And that is all obvious. Last week, Nextasy was a breeding ground for what was the beginning of the evolution of the GNL. One infused by Tha Katastrophik One! But this week I face an opponent much different than Jamie Jones. Now, I'll give him credit. He's a fighter, and he wasn't willing to quite give up the fight. But in the end, the inevitable took center stage. 

This week it'll be a long time in the making. I wont do like Iron Man, and brag about my accomplishments in my former place of business. I'll simply shed a little light on the situation. He was right in a few respects. We were a great team in the Supreme Wrestling Federation. Tha Youth Movement was a force to be reckoned with. Markus Katastrophik and Big Nasty ran wild. Straight to the tag team championships. But I saw a change in him. One I wasn't going to have any part of. He grew greedy, grew power hungry. And more and more, it was less of a team, and more of his own selfish ambitions to become the Supreme Champion, beside some of the greatest names in this sport. And he'll tell you I turned my back on him, cost him his title, and so on. And anyone who saw me later in my career there, he's right. I turned on him before he got the opportunity to do so to me. After that, the fans spurned me, and I was forced to become something I dreaded, but something I couldn't control.

But I'll be damned if I let that happen again. Here, everything is even. You all know the stages, you know the sides. There will be no turning on the other, no backs turned. It's unfinished business at its finest. The only difference, he changed his name for a new start. But that's all right. Physically, there's nothing changed about him. And I'll give the devil his due, Nate...youre still one big tough son of a bitch. You've kept that much up. I've seen you do some sick stuff in your career, some things that many people would've never imagined possible. But there's still one thing you've never done. And I know you... I know that until you do so, you'll never feel completed. You've never BEATEN ME! You'll never let yourself go until you can exact the revenge you claimed to be deserved. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and at Nextasy, might as well consider it frigid, Nate! Cause the revenge will be complete, but not your revenge, oh no. It'll be the revenge of every fan. Each of these fans despise you for one thing or another. There may very well be twenty-thousand reasons in this arena why you're hated and despised. And at Nextasy, that's all going to be channeled into me. And through that energy, you'll feel pain the likes of which you've never felt. You think Death From Above was brutal? You think Chaotic Flames was pain? Nate, that pain will be no more than a distant memory after Nextasy!

*Fans really start to get into it, slowly coming to their feet as the adrenaline builds*

Nate...Nate...Nate... We're gonna do this. Finally, the match you always wanted, and the match I've always looked forward to, it's goin' down this weekend! And I ask you one thing, when there's less than twenty-four hours left. When you're sitting in your hotel room the night before, and thinking all of this over with your whore--

*As the words flowed off Markus' tongue like water, the DragonTron grew to life as 'Iron Man' began to ring throughout the arena. Markus stopped, looking sort of disappointed at the fact that his speech was interrupted. He walked over towards the ropes, and leaned on them, placing his elbows against the top rope, waiting to see what'd happen next. Smoke filled the top of the ramp, as the fans booed frantically. Markus peered up the ramp as the smoke cleared, and there stood Manta, the well-known slave of Iron Man, but Markus grew confused as to the whereabouts of her 'Master'. Markus stretched his arms out and spoke out, questioning her desire to interrupt. Suddenly the boos grew louder as Markus was unaware of what was taking place behind him. Because from out of the crowd came Iron Man from behind. He seized a steel chair from the time keeper and charged into the ring behind Markus. He swung mightily as the steel connected with the back of the head of Katastrophik.  Markus dropped immediately, falling face first into the mat. Iron Man threw the chair down emphatically, as a twisted grin came across his face of the actions he just took. He climbed out of the ring as Manta met him nearly half-way at the ramp. But something happened that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He was watching the DragonTron the entire way up the ramp, joyous of his attack. But he was alarmed to see that Markus was actually managing to get back up.

Is that all you've got Nate???

Iron Man  was stunned, he had no idea how the hell Markus had managed to stay conscious after that sick shot he took. Meanwhile Markus was nearly gone after that shot, but he wouldn't show it. He fed off the energy from the fans in the massive roar they gave as Markus got back up, only moments after taking the shot. The show of endurance was amazing by any meter, and though Markus wasn't all there, he was aware of exactly what was going on. Iron Man charged back down into the ring, as Markus was slow to react. For that he received a boot into the midsection followed by a hellacious DDT, one that sent Markus down hard. Iron Man emphatically boasted, and pumped his fists down in Markus' direction, screaming out obscenities and other cocky remarks before exiting the ring once more. Manta followed Iron Man down to the bottom of the ramp this time and watched up close as the attack ensued. Nate climbed back out of the ring, so sure that it was finally over. Markus still managed to get back up, barely under his own power.

Come on Nate! I thought you were tough!

Iron Man was in total disbelief. He wasted no time in charging back into the ring. He wasn't about to mess around. Markus was barely to his knees, and Iron Man pulled him up, and hoisted him onto his shoulders, taunting the crowd as Markus lay helpless on his shoulders. Iron Man was ready to end Markus right then and there, with no  desire to wait until Nextasy, but suddenly Billy James charged down the ramp, and nearly took Manta out with his stride. Wisely, Iron Man dropped Markus without delay and dove out of the ring, as Manta followed him over the barricade, into the audience, disappearing amongst the flock of people. Inside of the ring Billy James helped Markus to his feet. As he lifted his head, a trail of crimson poured down his face, into his eyes, seeping into his mouth, nearly coating his entire face. The fans reacted to his show of endurance with an overwhelming ovation as 'Strength Through Wounding/Porphyria' played the show to break, with Billy James holding up Markus Katastrophik in the middle of the ring.*