Would you take it?

You might not even be able to tell if it actually IS the chance of a lifetime. Who's to say? Sure, you see the oppurtunity in front of you. It's your's for the taking. But, how do you know that this oppurtunity is the one that will make it allll worth while?

Instincts come in then.

Your instincts would probbaly guide you. You thought it over. Your oversized brain has been processing the situation, thinking over and over again if you actually need this oppurtunity. But in the end, you're still undecided. So what comes in next is forces within you. Whatever your heart, deep down inside wants, it'll take. So that oppurtunity either get's rejected, or taken.

I took mine with arms wide open.

My situation?

Chaz War. World Wrestling Corporation. Oppurtunity Match. Jamie Charman. That's my chance. Winning against a man I've never met before, is my chance. And you can bet I'm gonna take it, and I'm gonna make something of it. Wrestling? This isn't some lame hobby of mine. I take wrestling serious. Overdraft? I'm gonna win.

Ok, now that I introduced myself, let me show you my real side.

Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even THINK of me. Chances are, you'll annoy me, you'll piss me off, and I'll want to tear your head off. A friendly greeting from me? Yeah, right. How about you just piss off, and everything will be ok.

Wow, that's a good way to vent. Talk to a whole audience about how you hate their guts. You'll easily find yourself feeling better about yourself, because others are booing you, yelling profane remarks at you. It's good, because you know they're doing that because you're higher on the food chain. They're little specks. Little tiny, insignificant dots that no one gives a damn about.

I'm telling ya, ya gotta try it sometime.

It's an easy 1-2-3 step process, that'll help you lose weight, gain muscle mass, and have an ego the size of Texas.

Jamie Charman. I don't know you, and I hope to not have to worry about knowing you. Frankly, I don't wanna have to know anybody in wWC. I'll just run into the same kind of people I always do. Egotistical. Cocky. Pre-madonnas. A bunch of no name talent, running with a ribbon pinned to their shirt, thinking their god's gift to wrestling. Hey, if somebody wants a little competition, swing my way. I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know I'm the most durable. While the other tools are chipping away, crumbling to pieces, I'm fighting strong, working hard, doing my job...and doing it good.

Anyway, Jamie? I'm taking you to a level you've never even touched before my man. You think Guy Whothehell was somebody to worry about? Heh..oh, this is gonna be good. I love flattening people. Sure, I guess I can't really say I'm a seasoned veteran. I can't say I'm the best, because I'm just a new guy right? So the only thing I got running with me is a past that no one knows jack about, and my word.

Looks like the odds are even, eh?

But newsflash, I'm putting my money on me.

I'm a beast. You think you can stop me? Hey, be my guest man. I'll even let you get a few free shots on me. I'll hold out my chin, and let you punch it as hard as you can. Then I'll let you get a free shot on my stomach or chest. If I'm not knocked out by then...you're screwed.

Maybe I won't let you do that though, and just beat you up right away.

Who knows? Depends on what kind of mood I am.

For your sake, I hope I'm in a very...very good mood.