Breaking up is hard to do

January 23rd 2011
Battle Behind Bars
Alcatraz Island, California

Headstrong by Trapt was still booming in my head. Walking back to my ‘cell’ was a harsh reality. It was a very sobering moment, all because Flex went ape shit over a pair of worn down tits. He acted like he never saw a pair, like we never…

Loca Rocsi
That fucking burnt out motherfucker!

I drove my elbow into the nearest wall. I hated to lose, and I hated to be treated like some fucking trailer park bitch; sorry my name isn’t Alison Williams. I must look like a mad women, the stage hands cleared out of my path, no one was trying to make eye contact with me. I stormed into my cell, hoping I would run into Flex.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to react. With are history, we were doomed to travel this road again. I should have never gone back with him. This was the very reason I ran away from him in Puerto Rico. Flex was your typical traveling wrestler; he loved to get high and to get laid.

Walking into my cell, I really felt like I was a prisoner. Locked away, hidden behind his shadow, never being able to have the chance to spread my wings. It was about time for me to do me. I slipped the straps off my arms causing my wrestling blouse to fall to the floor. I didn’t care who happened to walk by my cell, I wasn’t embarrassed. There’s nothing more beautiful than a naked women. I enjoyed the attention. That’s all it was, nothing but a stunning tease.

An image no one would forget.

And only few had the chance to taste. That’s what some women don’t seem to realize, there’s a line between playful teasing and being Alison. I pulled my Puerto Rican colored tank top over my head. I couldn’t wait to hit the showers; I had the stench of defeat to wash away. One of the only perks opening up the show, empty showers.

I grabbed my towel and made the short walk to the showers. I stood there looking at the rows of showers, wondering if the pipes still worked. It’s not like this place was a fully functional prison, I mean it was decades ago. But if there was one thing I gotten use to wrestling for NLWF, was there will to make there employee’s happy. I turned the shower, and just as I expected a full force of fresh water came shooting out.

I stood under the steaming hot water, allowing it to spread all over my body. I pulled my wet hair away from my face, footsteps were approaching.

Flex Rogers
I’ve been looking all over for you

Loca Rocsi
You weren’t looking hard enough

Flex Rogers
I thought we were going to shower back at the hotel?

Loca Rocsi
Makes taking a shower here, seem like a perfect hiding spot

Flex Rogers
You’re trying to hide from me?

I lathered my body in soap, and saw a look of desire on the face of Flex

Loca Rocsi
This really isn’t the time or place to be having this talk

Flex Rogers
What talk? I was worried about you, I couldn’t find you

Loca Rocsi
And you’ve found out I was hiding from you

Guess he wasn’t thrilled with the way this conversation was going. I could see him getting a little upset, but he was trying to keep his composure. He slowly begun walking towards me, it was the first time he wasn’t worried about getting his limited addition Michael Jordan’s wet.

I hoped he ruins them

Loca Rocsi
Why don’t you look for Alison, or better yet her tits

He stopped in his tracks

Flex Rogers
That’s what this is about? Look Vanessa, Mami…

Loca Rocsi
Don’t you dare call me that, you lost the right to call me Vanessa when you went gaga over a pair of deflated fun bags.

Harsh, I didn’t think so, heck before tonight I thought Alison was a friend. She was one of the few who took the time to welcome me to NLWF. I allowed her to get close, and she burned me. (Along with half the male roster). It hurt even more that Flex didn’t ever try to look away.

Flex Rogers
I was putting on a show; trust Alison would be the last bitch I would fuck around with

Loca Rocsi
Do I look like I’m retarded?

Flex Rogers
No…

Loca Rocsi
Then don’t treat me like I am.

Flex Rogers
Look I can see you a little heated.

Loca Rocsi
You should be to, you be just as pissed as me. Come on Flex, we don’t have a contract for the NLWF Tag-Team championships and we got are ass handed to us by Gunther’s replacement. So excuse me for being just a little pissed

Flex Rogers
You need me Loca, I’m your god damn meal ticket around here! Your shits in MY hotel room, what are you going to do Vanessa?

Guess he hasn’t heard about the Ultimate chance; guess he didn’t know about Ultimate Glory

Loca Rocsi
What would you care? You don’t care about anything but yourself. Flex, I’ve been thinking this through for a long time. Thinking about Puerto Rico and what happened there. I don’t know what else I can do. I’ve tried everything and I don’t see any progression or reform. I think it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a while

My eyes shed tears, which were washing away as the shower’s water ran the course of my body. Flex just stood there shaking his head.

Flex Rogers
You’re leaving me?

Loca Rocsi
I don’t know what I’m doing, Flex. But I do know I can’t be with you, I need to be away from you

I reached around Flex grabbing my towel, my naked body pressing against him. I swore to myself that would be the last time he ever felt me against his body. Flex made an attempt to try and hold me but I pulled away, wrapping the towel around my body

Flex Rogers
Please… please don’t go. I apologize for ever looking at Alison. It’s been a rough couple of months…I can change Vanessa, please

Loca Rocsi
It’s been longer than a couple of months, Flex. It’s been almost a year that you’ve been like this. You say you’re going to change and you never do. When I’m ready I’ll let you know

I tied the towel and walked away from Flex, he stood there the entire walk. He didn’t even attempt to stop me, not that he could have. I turned to get one last look at Flex Rogers at his weakest. He stood there, the water causing his clothes to stick to his skin.

Loca Rocsi
I’m sorry Flex

Flex Rogers
Yea…me too

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February 7th 2011
Amtrak Train #32 express to New York, New York
Outskirts of Washington DC

I haven’t spoken to Flex since Battle Behind Bars. That wasn’t due to a lack of trying on his part, my cell phone would ring 10 times a day all missed calls from Flex, and My email inbox was over filled with apologies from him. At first I found the attempts to reconnect sad, and depressing. Now there just aggravating

I decided to take a train to Ultimate Glory, figured the odds of running into Flex was slim to none. He’ll probably make the drive up 95, or maybe he’ll fly. I didn’t care as long as he wasn’t around me. I’m sure he’s less than thrilled with me entering the heavyweight championship cage match. What could he expect; I was done riding his shadow.

It’s my turn to make a name for myself, and what better way than becoming the first female world heavyweight champion

I had to walk through the cars to get to the ‘first class’ cart. That’s where I booked, figured I better get used to riding big. It was my first wrestling trip I made without Flex. It was a little nerve racking to say the least.

Until I spotted Flex. I was beyond mad to see him sitting there puffing away on a joint like he didn’t have a care in the world. Was he stocking me? Why else would he decide to take a train to New York, unless he was seeing the country with someone. I hoped he wouldn’t look up from his Ipad. If I just moved a little faster, I might be able to breeze right by.

He quickly glanced up, and did a double take when he saw me standing there. His face lighting up like a Black Eyed Pea’s back-up dancer. Before he could utter a word I took a seat right in front of him. I did promise him we talk, I at least owed him that much

Flex Rogers
I’m Sorry

Loca Rocsi
What for?

He did one of his nervous chuckles; he always did suck at poker

Flex Rogers
For whatever

He took one more hit from his joint, pissing off everyone sitting around us.

Flex Rogers
What? They banned smoking tobacco products on a train; no one said anything about puffing a little Mary-J

Loca Rocsi
That’s somewhat disappointing

Flex looked dumbfounded, I was toying with him. Wanted to have a little fun, while all the same showing him the new Loca Rocsi. I was no longer his property, I was my own women. Something I haven’t been in a long time

Flex Rogers
Would you rather I smoke a cigarette?

Loca Rocsi
I rather you be a man who did what he wanted without worrying about what I felt about it.

Flex Rogers
Quit with the games Vanessa, I haven’t seen you for almost a month; you haven’t returned any of my calls. All because I looked at a set of tits? This coming from someone who makes appearances at Jose Palatino’s Strip club every other month.

Loca Rocsi
Great way to win someone back, I did a porn back when I was 16 wanna throw that in my face to?

Flex Rogers
I said I’m sorry, what more can I do Vanessa?

Loca Rocsi
I told you Flex, I needed time.

Flex Rogers
Time to enter Ultimate Glory?

Loca Rocsi
You heard?

Flex Rogers
No one well let me forget about it

Loca Rocsi
I should have told you myself…I’m sorry you had to find out from other people. But I didn’t break up with you because of Ultimate Glory. When you looked at Alison I saw desire, which was just scary. Why would you look at someone like Alison like that? Were you not happy with me?

Flex Rogers
I’m always happy with you

Loca Rocsi
You haven’t been happy in a long time, I know haven’t

Flex Rogers
We never could manage anything long term

Loca Rocsi
Invite me to dinner Flex

He looked confused

Flex Rogers
What?

I didn’t say a word, just looked at him. I wanted to show him I was still his friend, and if he wanted I would still be his tag-team partner. I just wouldn’t be his lover, not anymore

Flex Rogers
Would you like to have dinner?

Loca Rocsi
When well you learn, women don’t like questions

He tried again, this time more demanding

Flex Rogers
Join me for dinner

Loca Rocsi
To demanding

He tried again

Flex Rogers
Join me for dinner?!

Loca Rocsi
Another question

I could see my little game was starting to tick him off, but he stuck with it and really racked his head for yet another attempt

Flex Rogers
I’m having dinner, if you cared to join me

Loca Rocsi
See, I make a great wing coach

Flex Rogers
You always were the hardest to sway

Loca Rocsi
I’m a girl who knows what she wants and what’s she worth

He nodded, before grabbing a few dinner plates off the dinning cart. Casanova flex wasn’t, but he was sweet in his own way. I hope he does find someone who makes him happy

Loca Rocsi
I’m still your tag-team partner

Flex Rogers
Are you, because I assumed you were too big for little ol’ me

Loca Rocsi
No matter what happens at Ultimate Glory, I always got your back

Flex Rogers
Great, you just gave the entire roster the ammo to kill me

We both eat are dinners in silence, I was enjoying Flex’s company I almost forgot how much of a great friend Flex could be. As much as I wanted to be alone for this trip, I’m glad Flex was on this train. It doesn’t change anything between us, but does help with the pre-match butterflies

Loca Rocsi
So, are you entering Ultimate Glory?

Flex Rogers
If I don’t walk out Heavyweight champion

Loca Rocsi
Then I guess you’ll be gunning to headline War Games, because If I have to Flex, I will kill you to become champion

He laughed, but I was dead serious

Conductor
We’ll be arriving at Grand Central Station in five minutes. End of the Line

In more ways than one, Flex smiled at me

Flex Rogers
Guess I should go get my suitcase and stuff

I nodded

Loca Rocsi
Good-Bye Flex

Flex Rogers
Bye

He looked down at the empty plate and smiled

Flex Rogers
Thank you

I watched him get out of the booth, and then I took my eyes off of him and took in the sight of the city that never sleeps. The city where history will be made and I enter the NLWF record books as the first female heavyweight champion.

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February 7th I’ll be walking into what we’ll be arguable, the toughest match in my career. But I’m willing to risk everything for the richest prize in this business: the NLWF Heavyweight Championship. Something I’ve, honestly, never held. But dreamt about ever since the first day I laced up a pair of heels. There’s so much prestige in this championship, only the best have held it and I want to become a part of that lineage.

I will become a part of that lineage. I need this win, you see. I need this win because above it all, I need to etch my name in NLWF history. Before this, my only accomplishment was making it to the show. But if – when – I win the NLWF Heavyweight Championship, I’ll forever be remembered as the first female heavyweight champion, that’s a record no one will ever break. With one victory I will be that much closer to being called the one of the greatest in NLWF history.

And I’ve only been here a few short months

A fact that has to be eating at Corey Casey, that a “Mexican” will forever be in the record books, while Corey will forever be remembered as that guy that can’t seem to win inside Dangerous by Design. It’s eating at him, the simple fact that the only history Corey’s gonna make at Ultimate Glory is the historic fact that Corey will be winless when it comes to fighting inside Dangerous by Design.

That’s almost as sad as Flex Rogers never winning a tag-team match

I’m about to accomplish something Corey wishes he could have done. In less than 6 months I’ll forever etched my name in the books, and he’ll always be remember as being that guy who almost beat Notorious KID a year ago in the first Dangerous by Design match.

You claim that you’ve done something that would warrant you being handed the Heavyweight championship, Chris Matthews verbally raped you and all he got in return was a love tap of sorts. You can’t do that and say you’ve earned anything, CC. That’s not how you roll in life, Corey. You can talk to yourself in the mirror all day but no one hears your threats besides yourself.

You intimidate no one

Another thing that made me laugh about your promo was the fact that you called me ‘Mexican’. I’m surprised that someone who claims to be championship material has to lower their standards to racial humor. You don’t see me calling you a red neck, trailer humping, cracker or anything. Why? Because champions don’t lower themselves to racial humor. I’m not complaining and I’m not bitching. The only one bitching and complaining is you. I could care less if you have some secret animosity towards Latin American’s

I could care less if your parents were white trash meth addicts, porn addicts, or cock addicts. This isn’t about that. This is about both of us, in the ring, and bragging rights on the line. This isn’t about if I’m black, white, Mexican, or fucking green. This is about the simple fact that I’m so much better than you. You can throw your Mexican shots at me, but they bounce off me real quick. You see, I learned from South Park that words… are like bullets. And just like the cat that said it, I’m going to shorten your life span come Ultimate Glory

I’m going to tie you to a white cross, put that cross on your mother’s front yard, and burn you alive.

You’re nothing but a joke. Anyone can throw a racial slur here or there. It doesn’t affect me, CC. It really doesn’t. You can say how you’ve earned your keep in this federation. All that means nothing when you’re staring into my cold eyes. All that means nothing when you’re looking down to the mat from the comforting view of my shoulders. And all that means nothing when you are lying in a broken, twisted heap watching me escape my way to greatness. Your whole aim in your promo was to get underneath my skin by saying things that you thought were insulting.

Nothing you say is insulting

Corey, go ahead and keep talking like your trying to warn me of my fate. Keep believing that when I look into your drunken lazy eye, I will understand that I’m afraid. Bitch, I’ve never been afraid of anything in my life. I’ve walked through the fires of hell and emerged without a burn. You can throw fire at me but I’ll walk right through it, CC. I’m dedicating your ass whooping to everyone who is tired of hearing you spew the same bullshit. I’m dedicating this match to everyone who has seen me rip you apart in my promos. I’m dedicating this match to you Corey

because it’ll be your last.

Corey, I’m done trying to tell you what you can’t do at Ultimate Glory, I’m going to show you what you can’t do. This is the time to prove your worth. This is the time to prove you can actually win Dangerous by Design rather than being content with just being that guy everyone else makes history off of. This is the time to shut me up. CC, you want to stop me then do it. You want to prove I’m a worthless Mexican, then try and prove it. We walk through the fire of hell and only one of us will emerge. Only one of us will survive the war. Bodies will go out on stretchers but only one of us will walk away from the fight untouched.

Only one will walk away with the richest prize in this business.

I’ve got you off your game and I’m making you paranoid. So much to the point of paranoia. It’s elementary, Corey, you just can’t see it. I really wish you were content with the chance to headline War Games, because after Monday night, you’ll be shitting in a colostomy bag. Monday, after it’s all over, you’ll be wondering what hit you.

You’ll be wondering how a “Mexican” just took your life.

Yet Psycho wants you to be his role model. The kid’s just asking for a mediocre career. I also found it hilarious how Psycho out of all people played the name game with ZIF’s entourage. Your name is Psycho, who enjoys being molested by kendo sticks and other foreign objects.

How original is that?

It’s amazing that your words are the same shit over and over. You throw out there that you live and breathe hardcore, that’s fantastic but what else do you got? Because you’ve thrown out three pieces of work and all three have pretty much been the same babbling.

“I’m going to kill a Mexican” “I’m Hardcore” You’re so original that you’ve pretty much said the same thing Corey Casey’s been saying all week. I’m tired of listening to your same drivel every time I watch what you have to say. No one cares if you’ve been doing this longer than I have, kid.

You’re still another punk kid trying to become something.

You can come out and say that you’re at a level way higher than anyone else, Psycho. You can pump your self-esteem real high. But it’s not going to change the outcome of Ultimate Glory. You’ve been in this game for over 14 years and you’re still not even on my level. I’ve been in this wrestling business for about a year. You’ve been in it twice as long as I have been. Yet, kid, the only thing you have to show for it is an ECW fan badge

You’re not even in my league. You’re not even worthy of sucking my left tit, Psycho. You’ve never even been in an opportunity like this one, yet you brag and carry on like you’re the defending World Champion. You can sit there and try to act tough but the only one you’re impressing is yourself. The only one you are trying to impress is yourself. You’re nothing and you know it. You’re not even worth mentioning but somehow you’ve scraped up this chance.

Monday I will make sure this chance is snatched away from you

I don’t need to get people to see me wave a huge ass sign that says “PAY ATTENTION TO ME” written all over it. I don’t need to be a pussy and attack someone with a chair just to get my career noticed. I have the biggest pair of tits in this bitch and you know it. I am the one you want to be. I am the woman who will show you that you can’t be a main eventer because you’re not good enough. You can’t back up anything you say against good talent and why? I can tell you right now it’s not because they got lucky.

It’s the simple fact that you’re fucked; Psycho

I don’t see you as a joke because you live alone and spend all your time sharpening thumb tacks. I call you a joke because you are one. You’re no champion. After Ultimate Glory, I will end you and send you back to whatever shit hole promotion your crawled out of. Then when your neck ricochets off the canvas you’ll understand you’re not on my level. When you’re counting down the minutes, the seconds, the milliseconds, the nanoseconds wishing there was a 24/7 championship, the only championship your destined to ever hold

This victory will be bitter sweet. I don’t like killing people, Psycho, I really don’t. But I will win no matter what. I will win if I have to put bullets in your brain. It's not about victory with me... It's about how I obtained that victory. And at Ultimate Glory, I will obtain that victory as the chalk is outlined in the ring around you’re deceased body.

You can talk about pain and the pain you will inflict on your opponents. You can talk about how everyone will be leaving on a stretcher. Psycho, you can put me on a stretcher. But you’ll need to be flown out of the arena by Med Vec. It’ll be all over the news and then and only then will you understand that the NLWF is hardcore beyond your expertise. You will finally have the spotlight on you. The only thing you won’t have with you will be the Heavyweight title. It’ll be lying on my stomach as I’m rolled out on a stretcher.

All I see is people talking but I can’t hear anything. Maybe Tim Patrick can make some noise.

With his entire buzz, and his never-say die performance at Battle Behind Bars, It’s safe to say Timmy has some talent, more than other people, and I hope to catch a glimpse of that at Ultimate Glory. I’ll catch why they call you the Irish hand grenade. I’ll try and understand why everyone is making you out to be some sort of a threat. It’s unfortunate, though, you won’t be a threat to me. No one has been able to touch me and while you might give me a good run, you won’t stop my extremely fast pace to achieving the world’s fastest mile.

Get it?

See, unlike Corey Casey, I actually know I’m better than you. If you thought he was a problem, then papi, you don’t know what a problem is. I’d suggest studying tape after tape after tape of me, and then get a sliver of what talent I can bring to the table. You think I’m all technical; I’ll throw some power moves. Then you think I’m all power, and then I’ll go aerial on your ass. That’s what I do. I’m not a one trick pony like Psycho.

I expect you to give me a grand fight, no doubt. I also expect you to do anything you want to end my dreams of being a champion. It’s in the back of my mind, sure, but that’s not the reason I want to win. I want… no… need to win to continue to prove my point. The point that when I am on my game, I cannot be stopped. If I let you, Corey, Ruben, Psycho, Brenton, Flex or anyone else take me out, then someone else becomes Heavyweight champion. That’s just something I CAN’T ALLOW TO HAPPEN

Not a chance.

I’m too motivated to lose. I’m motivation to become the first female Heavyweight Champion. I’m motivation to be considered the greatest of our time. Tim you can expect a fight at Ultimate Glory. Expect to fight a bitch you’ve never seen before. If you confuse me for someone like Alison, then you’re a fool. If you thought Corey Casey was tough at Alcatraz, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for. The beating I’ll give you will be nothing short of an exploding grenade

Pun intended

I happen to admire your work, Brenton Cyrus. You’re the big talk around NLWF, everything you’ve done, you’re a walking hall of famer and you backed that statement up more than a few times. You backed it last year when you won Ultimate Glory. You’re the big deal around here. You’ve gotten a lot of people’s respect.

But, respect can be taken and given at any time

As far as I’m concerned, you’re the threat in this match. I have to keep my eyes out for you because you could change the odds.

Odds that are heavily in my favor

I mean, let’s face it, I am resourceful. I am intelligent and I don’t expect people to take me lightly and I’m glad you’re not falling into the trap I weave for people. I’m glad the fly has skimmed past the spider web. What you fail to realize is that the spider was sitting underneath the web and unmercifully eats you alive.

I’m not going to pull any punches. I want you to bring your best game. I have retaining on the brain, so if I have to physically kill you then I’d prepare your loved ones. I’m no letting go of this championship opportunity easily. I’m not giving up my spot for someone like you to take it for me. I’ve been at the bottom and now I’m on my way to the top

What do I say to you Brenton? I say bring everything, and I mean everything, you have. Because if you don’t, I will kill you, and unlike Nick’s attempt I won’t leave room for a resurrection

Ruben, I’m not the first to say it but how does a man who has accomplished nothing gather the most respect? I’m with Flex on this one, your gonna have to accomplish something before I give you my respect. I don’t care if you have respect for me, Ruben. Respect is a word that is thrown around so much anymore. You can throw around your lucha heritage all over the place but I’m not buying into it. You have too much hype around you when you’re nothing but filler. You’re filler for my huge appetite. You’ll be a nice notch in my NLWF resume come Ultimate Glory.

You’re not competition for me. You can’t handle me on your best day, Papi. Especially when the Heavyweight Championship is up for grabs. Give me props and give me respect but I guarantee you’ll take all that back when your body twists from left to right, contorting from the effects of a very tragic Offer you can’t refuse. You can try to stop it from happening… hell, you can even make a machine to freeze time… you’re not walking out of this match under your own volition. You’re not leaving this match in one piece, Heck you’re not even coming into the match in one piece, not after Nick’s done capturing his 5th world championship

ZIF isn’t someone I’m too worried about, See, I don't really have to try hard to point out just what the fuck is wrong with you, ZIF... all I need to do is bring up a single name from the NLWF's past and it does all the talking for me: Gunther

I've said it before and I'll say it again: you are a poor man's Gunther! You have proven yourself to be the perennial copycat ever since you arrived and, sorry kid, that's not a high honor in the slightest. At least with Gunther, he had the sunshine girls and wasn’t stuck with a career cancer attached to his balls.

You fight like Gunther used to fight, but you're fighting me as I fight today... and that puts you so far out of my league that as soon as I signed my name to the contract bringing me back into this place your name dropped off the radar, and things haven’t changed

Step the fuck aside, ZIF... if you ever even thought for a second you stood a chance in this thing, you'd better guess again, because you weren't ever even fucking close.

What's there to say about Flex Rogers chances this Monday? He's the dark horse, he's that kid with everything to prove and nothing to lose, and, above all else?

He's fucking screwed.

I hate to say it though, baby, but your burnt out ass isn't getting far in this thing. You went from crowed favorite to Apollo status in a months’ time. I mean, Jesus Christ, Papi... look at yourself. You seriously think you're about to make me afraid of you? You haven’t won a match in almost a month!

Don't worry, sweet cakes, I'm not going to underestimate you... far as I'm concerned, I know exactly what to expect from you. Shit, even if I compensate and predict a career best from you, I still don't have anything to worry about... but, hey, I'm at least giving you a fighting chance, aren't I? And before you piss yourself over the nerve I have to talk to you this way... let me remind you that, at the end of the night on Monday?

You won't mean shit in the Heavyweight Title scene

Thank you all for bringing talent back into wrestling. Thank you all for being one of the only people who still speaks from their soul. Thank you for showing me my flaws. I say you’re welcome to everyone who thinks this. Corey, this means you. You might think you are safe but you’re not. No one is safe. No one is safe until I make history. So keep saying I’m trash. Keep saying I’m horrid. Keep calling me a Mexican. Keep preaching the word of hardcore. And I’ll stand dead center of the ring, as the new Heavyweight champion of the world

This is all about me. This is all about what I want… what I will GET. Corey Casey, Flex Rogers, Psycho, Ruben, Brenton and anyone else thinking about making a late run at glory… You all will not stop me from making it to my rightful place as Champion. They aren’t going to stop me from being the greatest woman wrestler in NLWF history. Fuck Corey Casey, fuck Psycho, fuck Ruben, fuck ZIF and fuck Flex Rogers

This is my era.

This is my time.