I sat inside the black Porsche, ready to take me back to my hotel, where tomorrow, early in the morning, I'd go to the next site of this coming Warfare, Johannesburg, South Africa. Behind me, the Insurance Policy sat in silence with stony faces. Staring off in space for a moment, I slid my key inside the ignition slot, and drove off into the horizon. While driving to the house, I let my mind wander, and Leon and Dustin attempted idle conversation, so they didn't really get very far. I couldn't blame them. We could have done things a hell of a lot better in that match. We could have talked strategy in that team meeting, for instance, instead of doing a huge mass response to the Kliq and their promos. I could have stamped my foot down and have the rookie taken off Team Young Blood. I could have been on my A- Game and not make simple blunders, like me nearly getting my head taken off multiple times.

Mistakes. Every human made them. It was natural that plenty of times in your life, you'd make a blunder. Whether it be climbing up to that top rope, or thinking you could get that one last move off before your time limit ran out, whatever. But not me. I can't. I'm the Avatar of Perfection. It's in my nature to be the best I can always be, inside the ring. But, maybe I'm not all I am cracked up to be. Even before, with my previous two victories, it was always luck that helped me. Todd? I only barely pulled off a dropkick that saved me the match. Schrute? Pest interfered, and if he hadn't, I'd have been toast. And tonight was just another night, full of errors, all of them I should have anticipated, but I was bogged down. Nevermore.

"Maybe Frodo was right. Maybe I am just a loser." I muttered to myself. Leon and Dustin took note. After was seemed like an eternity, Leon spoke up.

"Boss, don't talk like that. Your amazing in the ring. Me and Dustin can't even hope to have the speed you can. Besides, if you're really a loser, than why were you accepted in the XWF in the first place!"

I suppose he had a point. But still, Madison had said I had made an impact faster than anyone he had seen. And yet, people still think I'm 'just some rookie.' Leon and Dustin didn't know the half of it.

Looking further back, I can remember the day I had finished up my work over in the indie scene. It was to be my final date. I was wrestling in the Main Event...

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"Ladies and gentleman, we'd like to take the time for you to be with us today. Without you, the fans, we wouldn't be here. Now then, it is time for our Main Event, for the World Championship!" the ring announcer... well, announced. I was getting ready to wrestle what would be my final match here. After this one date, I'd come over to the XWF. And I'd finish things off here by winning the one jewel I had yet to capture: The World Championship. Slowly, we had gone into the ring for our match. I had gone first out to the ring. I took a deep breath, as I raked in the boos. My last date, and I'd win this bad boy. The fans would go down jeering. The match was deemed a Mystery Match, and so we could see glimpses at what horrors awaited me and the Champion. Tonight, I had saw tables. Easy, a Tables Match. I was a specialist in these matches.

Finally, the champion came out, and the match begun. We had a back- and- forth brawl. We had so many table crashes, it was unbelievable. That's not even counting the number of tables we put ourselves through doing a Kamikaze attack trying to get him through a table. Fortunately, the rules stated the match would not go to the opponent of the man who put himself through a table.

It was truly an epic battle. We were exchanging blows back- and- forth. For every big move I hit, the champ would respond back with his own. We had exhausted the amount of tables in the arena trying to put each other through them. Finally, there was one table left. We had a back- and- forth battle again that resulted in many near- misses. Finally, I kicked him in the gut, and was ready to end this match with Stinging Nightmare. But, out of nowhere, the entire roster, everyone who I had a bone to pick with throughout my entire career, including the champ now, surrounded me. Deciding I wouldn't go down without a fight, I attacked the first person I saw. And I tried to keep going, but the numbers game was too much. I crumpled, and the roster did a huge Military Press Slam, sending me into the last table. And when that happened, I saw my career in the indie scene flash before my eyes. Every feud I had made, every championship I won, everything, just go to smoke in this last moment. And I knew there was nothing I could do.

Blam.

The table shattered into a million pieces, with me in the middle. My enemies were celebrating this victory, this final victory they would get over me. And I lied there, helpless, crumpled in a pile of wood, while the medical staff stretchered me out. Nevermore.

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Finally, we had arrived home. I got out, not even waiting for Leon and Dustin, and went to my room. I had an extremely long night, and I was ready to hit the hay. I had a quick dinner served to me, which was basically a pizza my chef had cooked for me. Having been fed and having gone through an epic match, I was out like a light.

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I was alone. I was in a dark room, the memories, creeping up to me like poison spreading to the brain. It went on for hours, the memories at first being nice, pleasant ones, but they became progressively bad. The last good memory I had was arguable the best one, where I had not only reclaimed my throne as the X-treme Champion, but I had also achieved and was holding every other championship the XWF has to offer. I had solidified myself as the greatest superstar the XWF had to offer.

But then, out with the good, in with the bad. It started with Scully betraying me. Then, he had won all the belts from me. Then, Frodo and X-Pac were getting started about how I was a liar again, and this time, everyone believed him. Then, everyone conveniently placed lies about me that I was a title shitter again, and so on. Suddenly, my greatness in the XWF... wasn't so great anymore. And I lied alone in here, dying by these poisonous memories...

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I awoke with a start, my face, a mixture of sweat and tears. I looked over at my alarm clock, and I saw the time. 3 AM. Remembering the dream I had, however, I choked a sob. A few seconds later, and Leon and Dustin came barging in here.

"Yo, boss, whats the matter? We were just going to have our 3 AM snack, when we heard you sobbing! What's wrong?" Leon asked.

My feelings, a swirling fusion of hatred, anger, sadness, and despair, all lashed out at Leon and Dustin.

"NO! SHUT UP! You can't help! You don't know how it feels like, to wake up everyday, and every three feet you walk, you get called 'Liar,' 'Iceman,' and 'Title Shitter!' All my life, I've been put down by the best. I'm not good enough! I've been winning by luck this entire time! I'm easily the worst superstar the XWF has to offer! There's not a single redeeming quality about me! I've-" Finally, Leon shut me up my putting his fist in my mouth. After a couple of seconds, he put it out.

"Boss. We get it. That match was a failure. But, if you're truly the Avatar of Perfection, the you wouldn't let something like this bog ya down. Ya just gotta keep movin'. You've got a match on Wednesday, remember? John Samuels? Michael McBride? Some bozos ya gotta beat. If you can truly live up to ya namesake, then ya'd beat 'em, and put on quite a show doin' it. Don't let people like Frodo and X-Pac take ya down, they're just idiots that'll get theirs in due time. Trust me, boss. Ya got this."

Stunned by the surprisingly helpful words by Leon, I watched as he left along with Dustin, to continue questing for their 3 AM snack. I lied down, feeling as if I got a huge monkey off my chest. I looked at the alarm clock again. 3: 15 AM. My emotions felt... at peace. Suddenly, a spark of determination rose within. I WILL win. I WILL put on a show doing it as well. I WILL prove to the XWF that I belong here, that I'm not a liar, and that I WILL rise to greatness. And if I get taken down like this again, well...

Nevermore.