March Madness was right around the corner. Before I could prepare for Barney Green, however, I had to prepare for Atara. I looked at Centurion as I passed him the blunt.

"It's whatever really, dude. I mean, it is a forgone conclusion that I am going to lose. I am up against Atara and let's be honest. She is just better than me."

My words caused Centurion to drop the blunt. He quickly grabbed it and looked at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about? YOU are the Internet Champion. Since you came in here you have put XWF on notice. You just seem distracted a lot of the time. You need to start focusing. You are hot, young, and overflowing with talent and potential. People like you are once in an era type of stars. Now you need to own it. Tell me what you are going to do to Atara this week."

To be honest, I didn't know if Centurion was still talking about wrestling or was thinking of some lesbian porn with me and Atara in his head. I shrugged my shoulders and continued.

"Truth be told I am tired of women like Atara getting ahead because they are hot. Like, look I like a good looking woman as much as the next person but this sport is about so much more. It is about the thrill of the competition. It is the energy you feed off of. Look, the fans may boo me but I love that shit. Atara, come Anarchy, you are going to see first hand why I am the Internet Champion. You are going to beg me for mercy."

Centurion handed me the blunt as I took a hit. I sucked the smoke back in and exhaled it. Feeling my lungs fill with the antidote, I continued.

"I feel like a broken record. Everyone wants to go off on Atara for her looks. I mean, she can't help it she was blessed with great genes, and can afford great doctors. She has taken advantage of her resources. We all do that. Much like I will use any resource available to me to take your pretty little head off. I have made a friend in rather... high places."

I looked at Centurion as I handed him the blunt. He hit it again as I continued.

"You see, the last couple of months I have taken it easy on you all but this man right here has lit a fire under my skinny little ass. Atara, you are a model, an amazon, an exotic piece of ass but that is all there is to you. There is nothing special about you between those ropes. When the bell rings, and you can't show off your pretty assets or your major tits, you lose your value. I am an athlete. I am an olympic gold medalist. I represented my country against all, includling Greece. You can try to live off your looks but when I mangle your face, then what will you do? I surely hope you have insured your assets because when I am done with you on Anarchy, I am going to make damn sure you are unrecognizable."

Centurion looked at me as the blunt was done. He applauded me as he spoke again.

"My God! Geri fucking Miller, where has THIS version of you been?"

I shrugged my shoulders as I continued.

"I don't know. I guess it only takes the right motivation to get us on the right path. The question I pose to Atara is, what path will you take? When I beat you there will be three options. Option number one, you quit. You see, I will take pride in knowing that I am the reason Atara Themis quit wrestling. Option number two, you can go back to jobbing. We all have been there. Bottom of the barrel fighting the new comers in one off matches as they sky rocket up the card and you watch them from the bottom of the ladder. Option three, you bounce back. You and I are both in the March Madness tournament so this may not be our only date. Just heed the same advice Centurion has given me. Stay focused. You take your eyes off of me and I am liable to murder you right in the ring. You can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can't take the Bronx out of the girl."

Centurion, again impressed, nodded as I kept going. I stood up and paced around.

"Quite frankly Atara, I am sick of you. I used to look up to you and admire you. After seeing you up close, I know you are nothing to look up to. You are pathetic and I will expose you this Thursday. When it comes to you and myself, the differences are astronomical. When we step in the ring. I am faster than you. I am more agile than you. I am stronger than you. I am simply better than you. When I first came into wrestling I was amazed at how far the prettier girls rose to the top. I am holding the internet title, not because I sucked Vinnie Lane's dick although, if I had, he would never want to leave, but I won this on my own merits. After our match I will make sure YOU never leave your knees. Not in a sexual way but I will make sure you kiss my boots and acknowledge the fact that I am simply a better athlete than you."

I lit up another blunt as Centurion rubbed his hands together. All I needed to do was focus. I took a hit off the blunt and passed it to him as the scene faded to black. The words "Ganja Goddess Productions" popped up in green letters on the black background. A puff of smoke happened and the words were gone.