"When I think about all of the time I spent in there, I realize that its nothing compared o what I could had spent. I could still be there today infact, and actually, I could've spent my entire life without seeing the rest of the world and being free. I know how lucky I was to know someone like PKA as a child, because if it wasn't for him having connectins, I'd rot in that joint. But now, I'm a free man who's able to do whatever he wants. What Do I want? I want to become a great professional wrestler, that's..what I want. Sure, I did do alright for myself in Core Wrestling by becoming their first ever Icon Champion, but I was a bit rusty and my ring skills lacked. Thanks to PKA and his trainer, now mine as well, Joey Matthew, I have become much better and I am a lot more prepared for whatever may come in my way this time around."

Adam walks along the silver fence, running his right hand over the metal, through the gaps of the fence. He looks down at the dead, brown grass, and then foward towards the camera. He speaks again.

"How did I lose the Icon Championship, though? Well if you must know, I had to vacate it, so I never really lost a match. To make a long story short, I was accused of a murder that I obviously..obviously..did not do because the correct person has been found and put in my place in that jail right now. But that's all behind me now, And I'm going to try to forget about what may or may not had happened and start thinking about what will and won't happen in the future."

Adam stops running his hand through the fence and places both hands inside of his pockets after putting on his hood. He makes a right as the fence does itself come to an end, and continues to walk along it now heading North outside of the jail.

"What will happen in my future? Let me tell you, I got it all planned out. Thanks to Joey and PKA giving me some wrestling tips, and with PKA and Ash bein' there always to guide me, my career in the nWo will definately take off in the right direction! But don't think I'm all talk, because I'm not...see, the difference between me and other people just starting out, is that I'm not SAYING that I want certain things to go my way, I'm telling you that things will gomy way, because I am going to make sure of it first hand! And that all starts..Sunday, on September Seventh, when I face off in a match, no wait, a Triple Threat match against Matt Steele and Michael Rage."

"Matthew Steele, boy, you already found out the kind of damage I can and will do to a prson at Ruffhouse last Wednesday, didn't ya? Tell me, Matthew, how did the impact of that metal bat feel when it hit your skull? I don't know about you, but I didn't feel the pain when I swung and connected, maybe you did? I'm guessing, yes, and I'd like to know..how did that feel man? Oh, but wait, I wasn't quite finished with you was I? No..ya see this is where I have a little problem and I want it dealt with soon. And believe me..I'm going to deal with it. The problem is, after I hit you with the bat, you were probably out of it..knocked unconscious..out cold, right? So, my guess is that because of you I waisted my time delivering the Paindemonium to you because you weren't even coheirant to feel it! You made me waist my valuable time when I could've been doin' other things to other people, and that don't sit well with me boy. You waisted my time, Matthew, and you will definately have to pay the price. For you, I will not only deliver one Paindemonium this Sunday, but I'll give you a very special second dose so you can think twice about waisting my time in the future!"

Adam stumbles over a hole in the ground near the fence, and looks at in suspision.

"See that? That's the sign of somebody who's been busy lately. Someone's gonna be goin' home soon, I'm betting."

Adam smirks and sits down on a bench. The city bus is right on time, as it comes to a stop and the stinch of the exaust polutes the air. Adam gets up, and as people come out they stare, and as Adam goes in, they stare. They recognize him from the papers, they know his face very well. Some even get out of the bus who were going to stay in it. The bus takes off.

"Hi, how's it goin'?"

Adam tries to make conversation with a lady sitting next to him, but she just turns away from him. Adam frowns. The fact that he was once in jail for murder and is now out wil stick int he people's mind forever, and will continue to haunt him for a very long time. A few minutes pass, and his stop has come about. Adam gets out of the bus, deliberately staring at other people just to give them the shivvers, and he walks up to the building where he was going to, the gym. Adam walks inside.

"Hi, Adam Payne.."

The clerk at the front desk checks his name and gives him the key to his locker.

"Thankyou sir."

Adam goes to his locker and unlocks it, grabbing his supplies that he needs to work out and such.

"Remind me, why are you here still?"

The camera man informs him that he didn't comment on Michael Rage.

"Oh, that's right..well, hmm, must not be very important to me then, heh? But, ya know what? Michael Rage, well, he's there, he's in the match so uh..well, good for him. Let me think here, what is Michael Rage up against? Oh yeah! He's up against the biggest and baddest man to hit the nWo since...Spuddy..hey was he ever in the nWo? Oh well, anyways, Michael Rage, oooh my, what you gonna say, the Rage is Coming? Oh wait, are you gonna get enraged and attack me and beat the living hell outta me? Please! I'd like to see you try it. Both of my opponents are out sized, out weighed, and out classed in every way! And at Ruffhouse, they will get out done, and out wrestled, with nothing more than "All Power"..thanks to your's truly, Adam Payne!

Adam procedes now to go to the equipment to work out. The scene fades to black.