X-treme Wrestling Federation

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Sighing, he turned off the TV and stared out the window. Little Rock, Arkansas was a pretty dull place…leaving the young Demigod to die of boredom. He had spent more time watching his sister and her sudden change. Zak was impressed by her attack on Nazi and part of him prayed that she would keep her guard up come Monday.

Zak didn’t really feel all that up to this match and seeing as how Jason and…Wolf boy loved the fact they could rip each other apart, Zak wasn’t all that worried about the match. Yea, he knew his chances of winning were very slim to none just because he didn’t really care. It was a loss he was willing to take. He was more interested in his sister and her plans. He didn’t know she had an issue with the man but her actions against him including the kiss made Zak laugh.

I should go to the show…

Zak groaned and stood, walking towards the door. He grabbed his bag and keys, heading for his car. Yep, he was just gonna have fun tonight. He wasn’t that worried about the win. Although, he did find it funny that Jason went back to his old ways and Wolf Boy thought he could beat his former father-in-law. Zak knew that Mark would have been laughing his ass off at the idea this….mutt could beat him.
The venue was a few minutes from the hotel so it didn’t take long for Zak to get there but hey, he wouldn’t have cared if he was late by an hour. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about this match. It was a match for Jason’s return. The bastard. Mandii didn’t make Zak gay; Zak was never straight to begin with. He never cared about the gender of his partner, he judged based on the person’s personality. Would he ever go back to Mandii? Maybe, if she would ever take him back.

You’re late.

Zak looked over at the stage crew member for XWF, who scowled at the Demigod.

Show doesn’t start for another….hour or so.

You were supposed to be here at one.

Zak just shrugged and walked inside, trying to find an empty room. It was just a night of fun. No one being cocky, not him acting like he was all that. Just a chance to watch two world class morons beat each other up. Zak stopped in the middle of the hall and cocked his head, did he remember to bring the popcorn? Maybe catering would have some.