*Fantasy baseball is something that people do for fun, to enjoy, some others do it for money, paying mass amounts of well earned cash to play General Manager for a season to a team of players, who, based on how they do in real life mimmicks their fantasy numbers. Dusty J has always been one to play GM over the internet, and is currently in the process of drafting his players for this upcoming season. Greg Dixson walks through the front door and into the living room, he and Dusty nod their greetings, and Greg walks over to see what his buddy is doing on the computer, other than looking at pictures of he and Kendall. He sees Dusty select Todd Helton from the Colorado Rockies with his first overall pick, 10th out of 11. Greg chuckles a bit, Dusty looks behind his back and to his cameraman with a confused face.*

Yes Greg? May I help you this fine day?

What are you doing man?

I'm doing my fantasy baseball draft, what the hell does it look like i'm doing?

Fantasy baseball? Come on man, you have enough money to buy a real baseball team, and here you are sitting at home on a Saturday night drafting for fantasy baseball?

Are you going to sit here and chill or are you going to criticize me?

I'm not criticizing you, i'm just wondering why on earth you're doing fantasy baseball when you have a match you should be preparing for, you know, fatal four way match, Rage, EFW World Title Tournament, your opportunity?

You know Greg, I have been thinking about my fatal four way match, but where you're dead wrong is saying that this isn't thinking about it. In a way, fantasy sports are just like this Rising Dreams tournament.

Oh really? Well do tell how.

Well, for example, in a fantasy draft, you pick the top players in the first round. These players are to be the franchise of your team, the man, the # 1 option, the guy that, when things are looking glum, carry the team and are consistently at their best no matter what obstacles are in their way. Then as the rounds progress, each player's importance decreases, because as you know, the guy you draft in round one is ten leagues above the guy you take with the last pick, that's just how it is.

Well thank you very much Mr. Fantasy Expert, but I don't see how this relates to your upcoming match at all.

You don't? Well I do. Just think about this Greg, the guy I selected with my first pick, Todd Helton, is a guy who's consistently been one of the top offensive and defensive first baseman in the league for a long long time. He's won batting titles, gold gloves, driven in 100 runs, hit 35 home runs, he's done it all, he's the man. I compare myself to Todd Helton in relation to this match. Because Todd Helton is the guy that's the franchise, the man who gets that fat contract. Then you have the guys i'll pick in the lower rounds, for all intents and purposes, scrubs. Guys who still are calibur Major League starters, but only because the situation of their team dictates it, in reality, they're probably some of the worst at their position throughout baseball, that's where my opponents in the match are.

You're starting to make a little sense, but go on.

*Greg walks over to the recliner that sits infront of the tv and beside the computer. He flips through the channels until he finds "Americas Funniest Home Videos" hosted by Bob Saget. He's one of the lucky ones who tunes in when a baby kicks his dad in the nuts. Greg laughs out loud.*

Well look at it this way Greg, the three guys i'm facing, Marcus Henderson, Werewolf, and Ashley the Riskbreaker, they're all utility players. They're the guys that come in and run for the slugger in the 9th inning, the reason they don't start the game is because they can't hit or play defense. Marcus Henderson , I saw what he had to say about me the other day, making all sorts of stupid comments that is typically reserved for a conversation between Russ and Jeremy. He's one of those scrubs, a late round pick, and quite frankly, somebody like that will never be the World's champion, because he simply isn't good enough to be a full fledged All Star each and every year like the guys who are picked before him. He might have that one fluke year where every dying qual falls in his favor, and none of those tricky hops come his way, but he never has that kind of year again. He just vanishes, wondering why he was granted that one spectacular Summer of Dreams, but never to repeat. I'll tell you why, because in the long run, talent determines who prosperes and who fails in this business, and Marcus Henderson knows that just as well as I do. He also knows that his Summer of Dreams will not be going down in this fatal four way, nor will it be happening any time he steps into the ring with me, because i'm just that much better than he is.

*Greg keeps flipping through the channels to find an episode of Full House on Nick at Nite, he watches as Uncle Jesse takes his shirt off, and knows that somewhere in Canada, Danny Robes is masturbating.*

I will tell you one of those utility players that I can respect, and that's Werewolf. Any guy who can admit that his opponents are tough competition, and can acknowledge their failure is my kind of guy. Werewolf is a stand up person, and I hope that he is the one to advance in this tournmanet with me, because he deserves it, but unfortunatley, I think he's just a Triple A ballplayer coming up for a cup of coffee in September, and he too will eventually collapse under the expectations of the scouts and the organization. It won't be for lack of talent surely, but like Billy Beane did, and so many others before and after the A's General Manager, the pressure mounting will be just far too great, and he won't be able to get over the hump.

*Greg continues flipping through the channels and comes across an episode of NBC's "Joey", where once again we see Bob Saget, guest starring in an episode where Joey is judging a beauty contest. Greg laughs when Joey, as per usual, ends up sleeping with one of the contestants. He turns to look at Dusty.*

What about Ashley the Riskbreaker?

Good question, what the hell is a Riskbreaker?

Well I don't know, but that's not what I was asking..

Ha ha, I know man. Truth be told, i'm not sure what to think about him, he could be as good as Nemesis, he could be like your boy Bob Saget and be a skinny 6 foot tall middle aged man. Be that as it may, we've heard nothing from him, hell, he might not even show up at Rage for all I know. It's tought to gauge anything with a guy you've never seen before. But i'll tell you one thing, he's probably going to be just another 25th man, and nothing more.

*Dusty then drafts his 25th man and turns off the computer. He walks over to the sofa that sits beside the chair Dixson is sitting in. Dusty grabs the remote and flips through the movie channels to see if anything is on. He sees some old DHW show on "The Wrestling Channel", it's a match between TJ RocKer and some jobber, and TJ is heavily beating the hell out of him.*

Let me tell you something Greg, I saw TJ's comments, and he can say what he wants, the bottom line is, he's not what's important to me right now. The title is the most important thing, and at last check, I am 1-0 against TJ RocKer, and I took his cruiserweight title away from him. If we meet in this tournament, rest assured, we're going to tear the house down.

Maybe he's ring rusted?

Guys like that don't get ring rust, it all just comes naturally. He's one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of DHW, and held every title except the DHW title, and now here we are, both in EFW in their World Title tournament. I never held the DHW title either, and i'm going to make sure that in this company, i'm going to be the man, and deny TJ of it, much like his former partner denied me.

*Dusty and Greg continue to chit chat for a couple of hours until Greg goes home to sleep. Dusty stays up and continues studying the actions and ring style of TJ on the old DHW matches.*

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