Had it really happened? Had Zeek Williams really become of a victim of the Overnight Sensation? Once all was said and done and Williams was able to gather himself it wasn’t even losing to Simon Sensation that irritated him. He was more than willing to give Sensation and Blunt the victory. Hell, he was more than happy to hand them the Legion Tag Championships. In fact, Zeek Williams’, frustrations had nothing to do with the match itself. His beef was with Savannah Richards. There was a point in time when Savannah Richards was Zeek’s number one lackey, though he never considered her a lackey. She was his girlfriend, the love of his life even. But she had backed him up no matter what. Two years ago if Williams would’ve claimed he was injured and couldn’t wrestle Savannah would’ve gone to the front office and fought on his behalf. It would appear she had taken their break-up harder than she initially let on. In fact, she would seem she hadn’t taken it well at all. But there was more to worry about at this point. Zeek had been pinned by Simon Sensation. He knew the shit talking from Sensation and Blunt would ring out for months to come. Perhaps the rest of their careers. But it was fine. In fact Zeek was looking forward to hearing the ridiculously vain comments and claims Sensation would now make. In fact, Zeek Williams hoped for nothing more than Sensation being one hundred percent in love with himself by this point. Because while Sensation patted himself on the back and shined his new Legion Tag Title, Zeek was plotting to capture the Dynasty Wrestling World’s Heavyweight Championship. In fact he was plotting to win the title in dominating fashion. Williams knew there were other men in Dynasty Wrestling that wanted the championship more than anything else. In fact, some guys would claim they wanted the title more than anyone else did. Some would say they wanted more than they wanted to take their next breath. But for Zeek Williams it was different. Zeek Williams didn’t want the World’s Heavyweight Championship and he certainly didn’t want it more than his next breath. No. For Zeek Williams it was far more complicated than simply wanting the title with every fiber of his being. Every fiber of Zeek’s being craved the Dynasty Wrestling Championship. His bones ached, his muscles tightened and twitched, his mind raced at night making sleep impossible without at least a fifth of whiskey. He didn’t want the title, he needed the title. He would have no “next breath” without the championship. Zeek Williams couldn’t claim he would die for the title because he was dead without the title. Time after time Zeek Williams has proven that he would do anything and everything to become World Heavyweight Champion. This time around, in Dynasty Wrestling, nothing has changed. In fact, if anything, Zeek Williams would push that obsession to knew heights. If you thought Zeek Williams was hungry for blood, violence, and championships before… you haven’t seen anything yet…

There is a small tavern on the outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona. The name of the establishment is Sandy’s Bar & Grill, opened since 1975 according to the sign posted out front over the front door. Inside the tavern is pretty crowded, being as it is a Friday Night and all. The patrons of this particular establishment seem to range from older cowboy types to barely legal college kids. There’s several pool tables scattered throughout the bar. There’s also a large dance floor being hyped up by an old school juke box. Currently “Desperado” by The Eagles flows from the juke box through the speakers. Seated at the bar, both arms resting on the bar top, head lowered hovering over a small glass of light brown liquid is “The Violence” Zeek Williams. Zeek wears a black T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. No hat, no real accessories with, of course, the exception of his dark aviator sunglasses. Williams hovers over the glass before him, making it hard to guess whether he was concealing himself or just drunk. A young male and female, appearing to be in college, come to the bar the boy accidentally bumping into Zeek. Zeek makes no movement, no attempt to even acknowledge the young man. The young man turns looking down at Zeek as if wanting to apologize for the accidental contact. The boy’s eyes widen, obviously recognizing who is seated beside him. The boy turns to the girl tapping her on the shoulder pulling her attention away from the bartender. The boy points to Zeek and the girl’s mouth drops open. She begins pointing emphatically towards Zeek and the boy raises his hands as if to calm her down. He seems to compose himself and then turns around leaning against the bar and looks down at Zeek with a friendly smile.

Boy “Excuse me, Zeek Williams? I am such a huge fan. I’m sorry about bumping into you just now.”

Williams still remains, seemingly, oblivious to the young couple beside him. He continues sitting exactly how he was, arms on the counter, head lowered. The boy slowly turns around looking at the over his shoulder. She looks just as confused as he does. She mouths “Is he sleeping?” The boy shrugs and then looks at Zeek closer. He turns back to her and shakes his head slowly. The girl positions her hand in a circle and puts it to her mouth while she tips her head back then mouths “buy him a drink.” The boy slowly turns back to Zeek, seemingly a little tentative now. He clears his throat hoping it would grab Zeek’s attention. The boy leans in closer to Zeek, thinking maybe he just couldn’t hear him over the music the first time.

Boy “Hey Saint Assassin, can I buy you a drink? …Whiskey right?”

Williams suddenly comes to life perking up and grabbing the young man by the front of the shit. Williams pulls the young man closer to him and stares directly into his eyes. The young woman backs away, her eyes wide. She looks around the bar as if she’s waiting for someone to come to her boyfriend’s rescue. The boy, meanwhile, looks like he’s done already pissed himself. His eyes wide, his lips trembling, looking as though he is scared for his very life. Zeek’s eyes are not angry, they’re not even intense, in fact they’re blank. That is best way to explain it. There is no emotion in his eyes. No emotion, no feeling, no remorse, and no life. Which honestly is a lot scarier. At least when you’re angry it is an emotion you’re pushed into. To be this disconnected could mean murder without so much as understanding what you’ve done. Zeek continues staring into the boy’s eyes with his own dead eyes. Finally Zeek releases the young man who desperately backs away, his girlfriend grabbing him. The boy stares at Zeek for a moment longer still looking terrified while his girlfriend attempts to pull him away. The boy just stands in place, seemingly paralyzed like a deer in the headlights. Finally the girl manages to pull the boy away from Zeek and they disappeaer through the crowd of people. Zeek slowly turns his attention back to the drink that sits on the bar top before him. He reaches down picking up the glass and drinks from it. Was it wrong that he just wanted to be left alone? Williams lifts the glass to his lips once more and finishes off the contents of the glass. Zeek sighs rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand closing his eyes seeming frustrated. There was something about Zeek tonight, something different. The bartender, realizing that Zeek’s glass was empty, moves towards Zeek and leans against the bar.

Bartender “Can I get you another?”

Zeek motions with his hand as if to say “bring it on.” The bartender grabs another glass and picks up the bottle of Jack Daniels. He begins pouring the whiskey into the glass and then sets it down in front of Zeek. Zeek takes the glass in his hands and just kind of spins it around on the bar top. Life had been a bit confusing for the man who once called himself the Saint Assassin, the man that once considered himself a messenger of God. Truth be told, something really had been lost from Zeek Williams the day he was fired from the AWA. Perhaps Simon Sensation was right. Perhaps Zeek Williams was washed up. Perhaps he had lost that spark that made him the threat that he had always been. But on the other hand Zeek Williams did have the match won. He drilled Blunt into the canvas with the Silencer and should’ve won the match. In fact it was Simon Sensation that came from behind and stole the victory. Had Peyton still been on her feet perhaps the match would’ve gone differently. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been the Overnight Sensation that ended the match but the Summers Breeze. Whatever the case, the match along with the Legion Tag Championships, had been lost. Not that, ultimately, it meant anything to Zeek. He could care less about losing the Legion Tag Titles to Simon Sensation. His sights were set somewhere else. His sights were set on the World’s Heavyweight Championship. It was on those grounds and those grounds only that Simon Sensation would prove himself against Zeek Williams. Beating Zeek in a tag team match, for titles he didn’t want, in a match he saw no importance in didn’t even register on his radar.

”Of course Sensation is full himself. He wins one tag team match after attacking me from behind and now he thinks he’s God’s gift to wrestling. What a fucking joke. You think you’re something special don’t you? Winning the Legion Tag Championships with Blunt, you must be so proud. Teaming up with the biggest joke this side of the Milky Way.”

Zeek Williams hated the fact that he began his career off with a loss, especially a loss to a man like Simon Sensation, a man he has beaten time and time again. He knew the critics were going to talk. He knew people would say Zeek Williams has lost a step. Two years out of the ring and he was washed up. Simon Sensation sure seemed to think so. But the truth was Zeek didn’t feel washed up. In fact, Zeek was in just has good as shape as he was in the AWA. Though he wasn’t wrestling over the last two years he did continue his training just in case he ever decided to return to the squared circle. Unfortunately his return didn’t go as he had hoped. But it didn’t matter. Because Sunday Night he was going to walk into Blacklist and he was going to win the Battle Royal for the right to fight for the World Title. He knew he only had to place in the top four, but he was determined to win the entire thing. He wanted to prove to the rest of Dynasty Wrestling that he was not washed up, that he was still the Zeek Williams of old. He wanted to prove that he was on a level few could ever reach. He wanted to prove that he was the crème of the crop when it came to professional wrestling: the alpha omega.

Sunday Night was going to be a war.

”Game on boys.”

Zeek Williams finishes his whiskey and returns the glass to the bar top. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He opens it, looking through the bills inside and then pulls a few free from the wallet. He drops them on the bar and then makes eye contact with the bartender motioning with his head towards the money. The bartender nods in response and Zeek turns around and begins leaving the tavern. He was ready for Blacklist. He knew last Sunday was simply a warm up. He wasn’t washed up, he was rusty. He knew this week would go a lot differently. He knew that this time around Simon Sensation would not get the best of him, nor would Blunt, hell no one in Dynasty Wrestling was going to get the better of Zeek Williams this Sunday. This week’s Battle Royal, just like the World’s Heavyweight Championship, belonged to Zeek Williams.