:~: The scene picks up from Memphis, Tennessee in Link's two story house. Da Link is sitting on the couch watching some television and just enjoying the warm summer day. Da Link has not been informed of the PPV card yet because he hasn't received the FAX from the ICWF headquarters yet. Da Link flips from the Super Station channel and the flips to the ICWF channel. There is only three promos being featured and it is the World Champion Titan 3, Intercontineal champion Kylo, and Big "E" Johnson promos airing. Link decides not to watch it because he doesn't feel like hearing them go off on some chumps. Da Link throws the remote over to the couch and gets up and goes up the stairs and then goes to the game room. He goes over to the computer and checks his e-mail to see if the PPV card has been put up yet. Da Link yawns at the site of no e-mail and then turns around in the chair and grabs the remote for the flat screen T.V in the wall. Da Link flips the channel to the Comedy Central channel and begins to watch Crank Yankers. Da Link sees this ugly white puppet and some cake walking along the ship and shakes his head and then turns the channel. Link then flips off the TV and walks back down stairs. He goes in to the refrigerator and grabs himself a strawberry bottled soda and then heads back upstairs. Da Link goes down the stairs ont he other side into his room and opens up the closet. He looks at some of the clothes and then walks in the closet and goes down to his summer clothes. Da Link goes in and grabs an all white Jordan Brand cut-off tee shirt and then grabs some light blue ecko jeans at the bottom. He looks at the top shelf and grabs the all white doo-rag. Da Link then opens a door in the closet and enters the shoe room. He picks out the low top baby blue and white Jordans and picks them up. He then walks back through the door and out of the closet. He then walks next door into the bath room. He picks up his soda from the counter on the way and then closes the bathroom door as there isn't another camera to tune into him

:~: Link steps out of the bathroom door as a heap of steams lets out as well. He has a towel wrapped around his self as he goes over to his clothes and picks them up. Link then goes into a small dressing area and closes the door. Once again you lose the sight of Link ...Link then steps out of the bathroom and with all his clothes on and a white towel draped over his shoulder. He looks around the bathroom for his doo-rag and remembers it is on his bed. Link takes his shoes and socks to his bedroom and there it is laying on the bed just gleaming off the digital lights on the ceiling. He plops on the bed and slips on his shoes and then picks the rag up and slides it on his head. Link poses in front of a mirror to his right and then stands up and flexes. He laughs to himself as he hears the door "Big Pimpin" (doorbell chime). He rushes up the stairs and through the game room and back down some stairs and walks to the and looks through the peep hole. It's A.J. with a camera in hand as you see Da Link Open up the door. They exchange the signature hand shake as Link lets him in. A.J. sits down on the couch and places the camera on the table in front of him. Da Link sits on the couch adjacent to A.J. as him and A.J. begins to talk.

A.J.: What's up Link? Man, I got to say that you manage to get some of your valuables back here.

Da Link: I see you noticed.. that's great. Hey man, I'm trying to get enough money so that I can afford another one of my Marble coasters. Anyway, I got to get trained and ready for my North American Title match against Brett Archer this Sunday Night. You know that this is a match that I have been waiting for a long time now.

:~: Da Link finishes talking as he sees A.J. pulling up a black bag and placing it on the table. Da Link looks and he wonders "why the hell he put that muddy ass bag on the table for?" A.J. then opens the bag and he sets out a pen and tablet and he then taps the pen top off a pen. He starts to write something on the tablet as he opens his mouth and starts to speak towards Da Link.

A.J.: First question, Mr. Link, I want to know, hell all of us want to know what is your feelings towards your first loss in your ICWF career when you lost against Killa Kali?

Da Link: Well, I will admit it, I lost, point blank. Killa Kali is a tight ass competior. He is also a tough fighter, and the best man won, that is point blank. But Kali is not going to forget the pain that he suffered. But that was last week news. I am awaiting to hear about my opponent. I think that he has died or something. I have heard nothing of him. Is he still alive?

A.J.: Yes, he is actually.. I think that he is having techinal problems. But I want you to know that the match is on at the time and you better get ready because I know that you know that Brett Archer is a tough-ass competitor. That's point blank.

Da Link: Well, well well. I see that you have something that's going to be good. So, as you set up that camera and write my words as I speak them, I must tell you that I will be leaving town tonight, and I am going to do some soul searching.... But sticking to the task at hand, Brett Archer... Well, what can I say about Brett Archer? He's a great competior... but then again, I am Da Link.. There's no competition..

Brett Archer, you poor mother fucker. I feel sorry for you, knowing the beating you are going to suffer the next time I even catch a glance of you. You are enemy numero uno. You are the head honcho in this scheme to get rid of the FTF. You are the spokesmen for Cock biting kiddies. You are the Enforcer in this army of lackies that you bring behind you. Titan and Kali seems to think they leads FTF, but everyone knows little of Archer can't stand having someone bigger then him by his side, and he will soon dump you like a three week old chicken wing. I hate to resort to such vulgarity that I have sunk too, but your FTF freaks have launched me into this Link you see in front of you. You little stable whore. That's right, I called you a stable whore. Without a stable behind your back, what are you Archer? Have you ever been in ICWF without a group of honkers behind your back waiting to jump on your opponent at any time? Not since i've been here you haven't. It's always been this FTF, We hate-the fans- bullshit. But I admit though Brett, you're are not like any other one. You came in the stable in a champion and you still have a chance to leave now a champion if you take heed to my warning. In fact, now, you don't have anything. What do you think because you are the champion over the United States and Canada you hold some power? You may be dubbed one of the greatest Techincal wrestlers today, or whatever the hell you want to call yourself, but to me, you are nothing more than some prick who remains a champion because you're lucky. Archer, you might think that you deserve to be in other matches challenging for other titles and I agree with you, you should just give me the North American title before I destroy you. Brett Archer, the only thing you deserve is to be put out of your misery, and to let these fans have some releif. They are tired of your same old shit. It's been annoying since I can remember, and now it's getting quite ridiculous.

:~: Da Link walks over towards the door and he opens it. Da Link then starts to walk towards the end of the drive-way and he starts to laugh as he sees some little kids across the street arguing over a game of Touch Football. A.J. soon follows as he sees Link bursting out in laughter. We suddenly see Link open his car which is lying under a chair. He then smells a strange smell. At first Link thinks that it is his arms, so he rises his arm, but then he remembered that he just took a shower. He then looks and he see's that his back window on his Navigator has been covered in Bird Shit. Da Link then looks at his watch and we then hear DA Link say "SHIT" out loud. Da Link walks over towards his water hose and he twisted the nozzle and water spurts out... As he is rinishing off his car, he notices A.J. and continues to speak.

Da Link: Oh, you still here? Anyway, I am sick and tired of people telling me that I'm not good enough, or that I am disgracing the federation, or that I just am a waste of time, talent and space. Why am I still here? Why don't I just go to that other Prick fed OCW, I know they'd respect me sooner than these shmucks. Honestly, I can't catch a break here, even when I do get a good idea going, it's shot down because I'm trying to run the world, and make things too difficult for everyone else, like I don't matter or something. Whatever. I'm going to be the North American Champion here, I'm going be the focal point of everyone's interests right now, unless you're some one like Brett Archer, who wouldn't be able to get himself out of a paper bag. But Brett Archer, I got some words for you, Too me, you are the North American Heavyweight Chump. The Poser, The Loser, the Transitional Bitch. Straight up. There's going to be lots of blood, lots of pain, and lots of classic wrestling footage.

You wanna talk about what happened last week A.J.? I bet that Archer beleives since I lost, than I am going to lose focus. Last week, oppertunity was mine for the taking. I took that bitch and rode it off into the sunset. Last week was absolute bullshit. Plain and simple. I lost a match that was easily mine for the taking. The moves that were pulled off were unbelievable. And yet, this Sunday Night, I have even more aces up my sleeve. I don't think that there will be anyone to take this title from me at the Pay Per View when I wrestle Brett. Archer seems to think he has what it takes...and yes, he does. But I have also the tools needed, sure, I may need a little more fine tuning, but Brett, I have something on my side that you don't. Age. Time, and the chance to build on that with my still budding career. I have done more in my year and a half career than MOST of you have done in all of your "veteran" years....

:~: Da Link finishes rinsing off his car and then he starts to grab a towel off his fence in the backyard. He walks back over and then he wipes off the window on the car. He then opens his truck and turns on the radio as he starts to wipe off the dash. Suddenly, the radio is on as we hear "Try Again" by Aaliyah.. Da Link listens to the song as A.J. is wondering if he was going to drive off with his door wide open. Da Link suddenly starts to speak...

Da Link: If You don't succeed, Dust yourself off and try again.. That is a great song and the late Aaliyah was talking about her personal life and the fact that she failed before and now she got to rebuild herself. I am following in her footsteps. Last week when I lost, many fans lost faith in me.. But now I am going to give my fans a chance to regain some faith in their champion. I will not gurantee that I will be the best, but if it is meaning, I am going to be the best period.... So, I want you to listen, Archer, the days are thinning on your title reign.. Enjoy it while you come, become Sunday, it's over....

:~: Da Link finishes talking and he is wipping off his dash as the scene fades to black..