Which brings us to our setting today. We are seen back in Walls Prision and the time is 8:00 A.m., the sun is rising and the birds are heard singing. But that is on the outside. On the inside, you can smell the stench of armpits as they are raised in the air and the stench of morning breath endowers the place. On the second floor of the prision we hear the stinging sounds of hot water as it smacks the floor, and then our cameras circle around the prision unto where we see some cold steel bars.. The cameras look inside and it looks to be Da Link. Da Link is seen relaxing stretching on the outside of his mattress. He seems to still be sleep from last night, we look over to the side of the cell and we see a white light pop up. Followed by the sounds of laughter, Da Link has television. All of sudden, a lookout comes by and passes Da Link cell and then hits it with his nightstick.

Officer Barbrady: Hey boy, you ain't up yet. I thought we told you to get up around 7:30. Now get ur' ass up.

:`: Da Link raises his head and looks at Barbrady, he then gets up and then gets down on the floor. He then starts to do his normal pushups. He does around 20 push-ups and then he starts to talk to himself.

Da Link: Krayzie, you fucking monkey, how DARE you question my in-ring abilities, and my heart and desire for this sport. I’m the motherfuker that MADE this sport what it is today, you prick. I made you Krayzie. I am the one who boosted your ranking in the OCW, and now because of my name on the opposite side of you, I am now rising your stock again. If it was between you and I, I am professional wrestling, you useless hack. Who in the Hell do you think you are anyway? You have a name that's Krayzie, so you think you’re some God’s Gift to extreme wrestling or something? Fuck, I seen roaches act more hardcore than you. Well you CAN’T be hardcore, because that’s MY job boy, and don’t you forget it! I might be new in the ICWF, but I am far from a rookie. You are given a little leeway because of the time frame I have and of the opponents in the match. But, Sunday night, I will sweat and bleed, and put up with these sub-human fans and the American media after this PPV, win or lose.

Genecide, you talk no better. You say no one can understand what the hell I say, and people say that I am an alien because I'm from 3rd Earth, well I want you to understand that I am from Memphis, and I'm just here to find myself. But Genecide, you fail to realize that "genecide" don't mean end of a race. That was something that your 10th grade World History teacher told you. Well "genecide" you can come in with your head high and I will treat you just like SilverFreak and Syren will treat the Death Rebels and that is Walk all over your ass. You beleive that I want to get known as a tag team wrestler Genecide, unlike Krayzie, I don't need anyone that I go out and give one-thousand percent. I go and I fight for myself and that's it.

:`: Da Link finishes his set of pushups and then he stands up. He then walks out of his cell and he start to walk down the hall and up the stairs for a shower. He walks into the shower room and he sees a lot of men in the shower playing with each other and taking showers. Da Link finally walk into the middle of the shower and suddenly all of the men walk out of the shower. Da Link then takes off his shirt and leaves his underwear on and starts to shower.

Da Link: Finally, do you like the power I have. I come in here and I get to shower by myself, how many times have you seen that? After I take my shower, I'll go on my normal weed skee. But moving on to different things, the immortal Zeus. Zeus, I was happy to say that you impressed me. Word is that you actually spoke. At first I thought that it was going to be a fight between Frost, Seth and myself against Genecide, Krayzie and Hades. But Zeus unless you know me, I am one who enjoys a good fight. But I’m not the type of guy who really cares about fighting for the fans. Zeus, You however must be one of the biggest softies around, since you seem to give a damn so much about it. At least you pretend like you do anyway. I have slowly figured out what our game plan will be about defeating you. All I have to do is to bring a little cheap entertainment. Zeus, I don’t see YOU out doing any of the things I do. Word is that I see you doing is sitting on your fat lazy ass at some ocean resort, staring at the camera like a damn zombie, and babbling on with your stupid monotone voice, about how you are going to defeat Da Link and his team of powerhouses. You know damn well you’re not as good as Da Link, and come Sunday night, I’m going to pound some damn sense into that thick, greasy skull of yours. You blab on and on about how my name is dumb and how embrassing I am. Did you ever hear here talk about people names? If I manipulate people and if they are stupid enough to let me get to them, then they fucking deserve to be manipulated! I wonder when you put your next promo in, are you going to say I'm stupid? How about that I ramble on continusly? Zeus, even though I just gave you your props, I wonder if you can do anything other than drag on and on about what I’m doing? Maybe it’s because you are such a fan of mine, that you hang on every damn word I say, and every single thing I do? You think so? I’m starting to. For a guy that talks all that shit and says he’s gonna beat me up, it's funny how they just calm down when I throw out a word that has more than seven letters. It’s downright scary, man.

:`: Hey, I want you to know that these guys here are able to have televisions in their cells. The only problem is that they are not allowed to be seen watching it, so that is why they know what the others are saying. Just want to get that out..

Da Link finally finishes showering and grabs a fresh orange uniform. He pulls the uniform on and then walks down the hall. He passes "Radio". Radio is in the room with another imate by the name of "smoke" the reason his name is smoke is because he sells cigerattes for the case of getting money to get more to eat. Da Link walks in and starts to talk.

Radio: What's up Link, brah you in again eh?

Smoke: Hey fool, I got your package for you.

:`: Today is the lucky day for Da Link. Da Link holds his hand out to recieve a package from Smoke and it is a box of Black and Milds. Da Link does not smoke, however he makes a bigger profit off of them. Da Link, takes the box and he puts it in his pocket. He then sits down next to Radio and notices a barbell. He grabs the weigh and starts to lift it while Radio inform him about the news concerning his big brawl Sunday night.

Smoke: You got a good fight going on.. But I'm kinda worried about your partner Frost. He seems a little confused, it's like he got a screw loose or some inner demons.

Da Link: The Frost, ahh, who gives a shit about him.

:`: They all share a laugh. Da Link does a couple of more lifts when he hears Radio talking about one of his opponents.

Radio: Hey brah, we are going to go to the cafeteria cause I got the munchies, I don't think you can talk like that in there..You might get your ass beat.

Da Link: Beat? Ha! I wouldn't get beat here if your life depended on it. I just can't wait until Sunday. You want to know why Radio? It's not because I'm going to be in a match, that just means that when Sunday rolls around, I’m going to beat people and get paid for it! Hell, by Sunday now I know who’s been calling my house at 2am, breathing all heavy, and I can see the faces of my opponents. But with me saying that Radio, I bet you will hear major heat about me wanting to see people faces. That's sick as fuck. I’m liable to call the damn cops on their asses, but instead, I’m just going to kick their teeth into the back of their throats, and then proceed to Linkolnsize them until they are nothing more than a gooey, mushy pile of slime on the mat. Sound refreshing doesn't it? Think I can’t do it? Radio, these kids dare to fucking try me. Hell we have some pot-heads and some want to be movie stars going against us. Krayzie, Genecide, you’re the farthest thing from a gangster. A real gangster has self respect, something you lack severely. A real gangster has everything you don’t have. Plus a gangster don't need another man following him all day. Look at Killa Kali, Mozz, Titan 3, these guys don't need anyone. Hell they said Fuck the Fans and I say fuck them too. Then you have the Greek Gods who try to act like their real tough trying to use words not assoicated with their vocabulary, but you aren’t so tough. Shucks, You’re definitely not as tough as me. You have no clue about the things I’ve done in the past. I’ve done things you could only dream about doing, son. So don’t even go there. I do know your new purpose for coming into the ICWF and going to Ultimate Survival and that is to get your ass kicked severely by none other than Da Man, Da Myth, Da Legend, Da Link!.

:`: Da Link finishes that and drops the barbell as the sound for breakfast is heard. Da Link, Radio, and Smoke all leave as the scene goes black.