A funny thing, time, I think to myself as I look at the X-treme championship belt slung from the champ's shoulder. 

“In insaniam,” I whisper. The world flashes in front of me, like I’m inside a verbal vortex. Then suddenly, it stops!

“One day I’ll get used to that,” I smile, catching my breath, reaching out to caress the belt with my fingers before staring at it with almost revered admiration.

“See this little doohickey?”

I point to the belt as the champion looks at me with mild annoyance.

“We call it the Void. An isolated fragment of spacetime with the ability to show you anything… memories… flashes of what could have been… even glimpses into different pasts and futures….”

I stoke Corey's hard-fought manhood with my fingertips.

“...And I’ll admit, when I was first given this, it took some time to master but see now that I have…”

My cheeks puff out, emphasizing my point.

“...I’ve seen some stuff. And now, I can choose to be noticed… or I can stay in the shadows…an observer.”

As I turn to walk away from the champion, time seems to stand still. Everyone around me, from fans to arena staff, are all like wax statues, frozen in place. What a perfect time to pin the champion, therefore I do!

As the ref counts, something whirls in Corey's body, that veteran feeling that even though he was just looking at a strange man monologuing that maybe, possibly he should

kickout