A tap drips, the veneer slips,
Paid in tips and a bag of chips
But this is where it started, my endless night
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

The mask came off and the cameras came on,
The repeating return of the prodigal son
Struggling for space and gasping for air,
Realised it would be much better to become a pair,
The Second Coming was my First Arrival
A pair of Daves were my first big rival
A ladder match, my first survival
These memories are now archival,
Tag Team Champion and growing stature,
Phoenix was a limelight snatcher,
But more on that was just another fight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

Phoenix Black, names in bold
The longest story I've ever told
Black wins, Black wins again
We fight and fight and then
A lucky shot at the third try
A win is a win, but a sigh is a sigh
And then we venture to the absurd,
Attacked at ringside by a giant bird,
Ignored, forgotten, but never outclassed
The seeds for the future, sewed in the past
A bumble and a fumble from pillar to post
Just floating aimlessly like a pallid ghost
A poet without a muse, breaking but never news
With nothing to lose, an eye on the booze
But not yet sinking to despair from delight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

Years in the tundra, drinking and drinking
Not yet drowning but always sinking
Life's answer isn't found in a bottle,
Coasting through life at half throttle,
I sought to return and redeem
To wake up from the awful dream,
Should you sing a redemption song
When you're not sure what was wrong?
Failure to launch: abort mission
Probable cause: lack of ambition
Superman not feeling so super
A damp squib back against Justin Cooper,
And the rest of it all is kind of a murky,
Thanksgiving through the eyes of the Turkey,
I only dipped my toe in the ocean,
I was going through the motions,
But the interest piqued and I was back in action,
I may not have stayed put my interest gathered traction,
Keeping abreast of the WZCW direction,
Whilst losing interest in every other section,
A promise to myself that I'd eventually make it right
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

Watching from afar as Daddy Mack toiled,
Where blood once simmered, now it boiled
Other people pushed for opportunity costs
Other people punished with opportunities lost
The motivation finally lighting my fire
To focus the crosshairs and let loose my ire
Turning my guns on those at the top,
Opening up a direct conversation
Letting loose about my feelings of consternation,
The response to hearing about the way I feel?
The out of character thread to check if its real
A force for change, but a force for good?
I've often wondered if I was truly understood
I wrote my best chapter in this eternal fable
And spoke my mind as many wish they were able
Faced down the machine, forced it to be stable
Letting it loose put my cards on the table
Still I wanted Holmes, but they gave me Abel
Then Kingdom Come came and went
After victory came, I didn't relent
The reigns were still being held too tight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

A breath of fresh air or a thorn in the side
Out in the open or secrets to hide
Some said stupid, some said bold,
The scene was set in the Rush for the cold,
Champion after champion, I was forced to face
Whilst every other horse was in a donkey race
The final with Matt Tastic
Trip the light fantastic
In more ways than one as darkness descended
I think we all thought that's where this one ended
But I kept ploughing forward and beat Tastic and Mikey
But the effect of it all altered my psyche
The motivations and purpose seemed much less clear
So after the first successful defence in over a year,
The whole movement lost steam
The fairytale run was just a day dream
The underdog needs to punch up
Less a cup of coffee, more barely a cup
Still I kept on fighting to prove the truth
At Kingdom Come, Blades and I raised the roof
But my challenge came way too soon
I claimed conspiracy, they called me a loon
I saw through Cooper before Imperium,
I was dismissed as having delerium
I was right and everyone was wrong,
I had everything to prove all along
But the lack of reaction was depressing
And the only course of action, though distressing
Was to take a break by taking flight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

Again watching from afar, waiting for the good
The opportunity came by undermining Studd
A Mayhem Champion at 24/7
Utter simplicity, in a way a new heaven
Kept for a while and feeling more polished
Being admired beats being admonished
A short tournament and a Eurasian title
The signs of decline around now becoming vital
The ship was sinking and taking me down
So I made a promise to finish then skip town
But I wanted to go out on my terms only
Not cast asunder cold and lonely,
So I made it my quest to fill the trophy chest
And to prove that my best can match any test
There's one thing left to make it complete
And that is to become the final Elite
I have been Eurasian and world Champ
Won Mayhem and Tag before they left camp
I will forever remain undefeated in one on one
At the biggest of them all, Kingdom Come
I have main evented PPVs, and gone first on Aftershock
The current closure has let me take stock
That my career has been incredibly great
And that there's one final step to achieve my fate
A grand slam champion in my last ever match
Destiny has thrown the pass, I just have to catch
And end the poverty, end the plight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?

So these are my motions, and these are my aims,
But before I leave and start to win the games,
I'd like to leave WZCW not bitter but better
So I've crafted this final fed love letter
I've never met a community so accepting
When I first joined, I don't know what I was expecting
But every idea is given fair listening
Whether its a polished turd, or genuinely glistening
I've seen aliens and pirates and some intense gamers
I've seen the bottom of the barrel and hall of famers
The vast majority of characters have given something great
And I've seen so many develop a strong personality trait:
From the dark and broody to the broody and dark
From the epic tales to the unfinished story ark
Seen world champions from the obese to the slight
Would the last one out, please turn out the light?

So many forever unanswered questions
So many whimsical story suggestions
What were the pale riders going to achieve?
Was S.H.I.T. a real robot, or just deceived?
Why did Mr Baller get decapitated?
How did Mr Baller get recapitated?
How did Disasterpiece stay concealed?
How many mystery attackers were never revealed?
What would have happened if Jeff got his tanks?
Was there ever a motivation behind Mr. Banks?
Who had more charachters: Remix or Jam?
How does a 60 pounder do a bodyslam?
These requests will hang up in the air
Never to be answered, but I don't care
Because this federation is a labour of love
For those at the bottom, and those up above
But how often have we heard them say
"Sometimes, real life gets in the way"
Dozens of people with hundreds of faces,
Yet the most welcoming of places
Where else would you see such a diverse cast
With many returning here at the last?
I wasn't here at the start, but close to it
I'm here at the end, and I've lived through it
To all of the back stage people who've built this from nought
And to all of the people I've beat, lost and fought
To every person behind the characters I feel I really know
And to everyone who has featured on any show
I've one thing to say as the sun sets and the twilight is nestling
On WrestleZone Championship Wrestling
I thank you all for the years of delight
Would the last one out please turn out the light?