Cameras open in Paces Avenue subdivision located right inside of Atlanta Georgia. Cameras show the four story brick townhouse from the outside for a minute then flash downstairs into a personal weight room. Mason Meadows is seen wearing some black Adidas, with some black shorts and no shirt. He is on a butterfly machine as you hear his phone ring. Mason stop’s and walk’s over to the wall and grab’s his cordless phone.

“Yellow?”

“Luke!…. What’s up my friend?”

“Sound’s good to me. “

“I don’t think Die Hard will be any type of factor this week.”

“I will most likely take a early morning flight on Sunday. Give us time to work on a game plan and what not.”

“ No problem,…. I’ll talk to you later.”

Mason takes the phone and place’s it back on the charger. He walk’s back over to his exercise equipment and sits down. He then look’s up at the camera.

“Die Hard, I hope you don’t think I was taking a chicken shit way out when I laid your ass out in the back. Because I would have just been happy enough to do it in the ring. The simple fact of the matter is I didn’t have the time to go to the ring and handle the business there. Luke gave me a job to do and I did exactly that. Beat your ass and leave you in a bloody mess. Like I told you before, it’s nothing personal it’s strictly business.”

Mason adjust his shorts as he begins to do some bar bend’s. He look’s into the mirror across the room for a minute then back at the camera.

“ Now coming up on the tenth at Madison Square Garden the new president has booked me in a match with Thunder the big bad blunder. And with C.A.S.H. Now C.A.S.H I’ll get back with you in a minute. Thunder however gets to start it all off for the week. Now I have done a little bit of research on you Thunder. I first off watched your match with Triple D. I wasn’t very impressed, but one match is hard to judge a man. So I had to dig deeper. I heard a lot about previous title runs of yours and thought to myself WOW, THIS GUY HAS SKILL. But then I watched a few other matches and realized that the sun shine’s on a dog’s ass more than once in a lifetime. I then started seeing you had a group with you. Calling yourselves White America. I thought to myself, WOW,THIS GROUP COULD CAUSE SOME DAMAGAE. Then I looked at you and I’ve seen a group of fourth grade girl scout’s strike more fear in me for not buying some damn cookies than your little group of peasants does. As I searched more and more over your records I realized that not only do you suck. But you’re the biggest suck ass face in the history of this federation! And I have seen a hell of a lot of sucky ass people. Thunder you went from holding two championship’s to holding Nemesis nut’s in merely 24 hours. But when April tenth roll’s around and you are left standing in the ring not only with me. But alongside C.A.S.H. as well, you sure as hell better prayer for a storm because Thunder your going to need lightning, rain, snow, sleet, and a hell of a lot of other natural storms to stop me. I will make sure your shoulders go down to the mat for the easy one……two….three!”

Mason rises to his feet and walk’s across the room. He grab’s a towel that was laying on the weight bench by the door as he slowly begins to climb the stairs. As he reaches the top he walk’s into his kitchen and opens the fridge. He takes out a bottled water and look’s back at the camera.

“ Now the other man inside the ring is Christopher Allen Spencer Hughes Mitch Otis Neal Edgar York Jr the fourteenth. The man with many name’s that only need’s one thing to get what he wants. A man who when arrived told the story of how he kicked the shit out of the former ACW superstar Payne. Now Allen…. I won’t sit here and make smart ass comments to you about how your in over your head. I won’t sit here and try to explain to you why you should just walk away. See because you remind me a lot of myself. I much like you in life always had some of the finer thing’s in life. My mom worked for Davis and Gertrude Attorney’s for twelve year’s until she won a multi billion dollar law suit and with her bonus she was able to retire. My dad worked for Delta airlines and designed newer and safer way’s to fly. So money was never a object. Just like you I was inspired to be a professional wrestler. I lived in Charlotte North Carolina and grew up watching the greats like Dusty Rhodes, Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, the Blackjack’s and more. I knew that’s what I wanted to do. All through high school I was on the wrestling team. Won the North Carolina one hundred and thirty five pound weight class. Went on to North Carolina wrestled there. Then I went and got my training. I spent six months working with Ricky Steamboat at his training facility. Then he looked at me and told me I needed more. So I called up to Calgary Canada and got in the Hart Family dungeon . I was one of the last men ever trained there. Spent another nine months training there. Finally when my big chance came I signed with a federation called EWF. I walked into the locker room like I was king of the roost. I drove around in a limo. But you know what finally got me? When I had my ass beat down in the ring. When someone who knew what they where doing took me and slapped me around for nearly ten minutes. Chris, on Meltdown you are going to be me in EWF all those year’s ago….. You better snap into reality.”

Mason look’s at the camera as he takes a swallow of his water. He turns and walks away from the camera as it fades.