Cameras open up in a strip club in downtown Atlanta called the Raspberry . Cameras inside show Mason Meadows sitting at a private table as a girl is dancing on the top right in front of him. He is drinking on a Jack and coke and wearing is Gucci shoes with his black Armani dress pants and a Juan Jockey green silk shirt. As the song playing in the club end’s the redhead squats down at Mason

Stripper: You want another one sweetheart?

“Nah, three is enough, how much do I owe you?”

Stripper: That’s one fifty plus tip.

Mason pull’s a money clip out of his pocket. He pull’s the cash off it and counts out nine twenty dollar bill’s. He hand’s them to her and smirks at her as he finishes his drink.

Stripper: Thanks for the tip sweet thing, hope to see you again soon.

The stripper leans down and pecks Mason on the check. She then grab’s her top and climbs off the table and back towards the main stage. Mason kill’s the rest of his drink and look’s at the camera.

“Well done C.A.S.H. well done, I must admit I underestimated you by a notch on the wall or two. You deserve that belt very much so…… I do however find it funny that you beat me for the Generation championship. Then the next week I am given a shot at the North American championship a belt that is higher on the ladder of success, and a match in the main event. Just thought it was all a bit humorless.”

A waitress walk’s up to Mason with another drink on her tray. She leans over and places the drink along with a new wet nap on the table. As she removes the old glass Mason drop’s a ten dollar bill on her tray and wink’s at her. She smile’s at him as she walks off and he turns his attention back to the camera.

“ Now this week the genius mind’s of Rick Ransom and Johnathan James sat down and put there little mind’s together and came up with the best match and best card they possibly could. Now I see the plus in it for the ratings by having most likely the two most talented men in the organization in the same match. But you have to look at the back story. You have to look at where we were. And where we where going. Two different path’s that most likely wouldn’t have crossed and had no reason to cross until months down the road. But I take what I am given and I will do what I do…… Triple D I won’t sit here and suck on your dick. God knows Thunder did enough of that shit last week. I’ll say this, I respect you, and respect what you can do in the ring. I don’t know you personally and have no real interest in getting to know you. On Meltdown when the bell sound’s and the two of us are eye balling each other in the ring I want you to know that the respect wont mean shit. I expect the same from you and nothing else. It isn’t either one of our fault’s that these two retards put us in the same match. Most likely trying to get us to make war so we don’t slap the shit out of them instead. But this is what we have been given, and this is what we will work with.”

Mason reaches over and in one swallow kill’s his Jack and Coke. He rub’s his eyes for a moment as the alcohol rushes through his body. He shake’s his head for a moment then look’s back at the camera.

“Now Triple D, I’ve seen a few matches of yours and I am quite aware that you are a no hold’s barred type of guy. Not as much as in the rule’s of the match but as in the way you fight. You stop at no cost to get what you want. I also know you take some serious pride in being the North American champion. While it’s not the highest title in the federation it sure as hell is a important one. Unlike some others like C.A.S.H. you take pride in the gold you have at the time, you are still climbing the ladder to the top and one day will reclaim your spot as the top dog. But until then you are making sure you keep what you have and I admire that, I also admire that belt, and I sure as hell will admire it a lot more up close and personal. Because when Meltdown roll’s around I want you to know I will stop at nothing to get that title away from you. Now you can go and take that shit to the bank.”

As Mason is finishing up talking the waitress is walking back up to him. She has a smile on her face as she look’s down at him and he is barely able to hold his head up.

Waitress: alright baby, time to clear your tab. I’m on my way home.

“How much?”

Waitress: Forty eight dollar’s.

“Shit, how about this. I give you sixty and you drive me home?”

Waitress: Oh really? Where do you live?

“Paces Avenue,”

Waitress: Mister big time huh?

“Don’t you know it.”

Waitress: Tell you what give me a minute and I’ll meet you outside.

Mason slides her sixty dollar’s as she turn’s and walk’s off. He climb’s to his feet and begins to make his way to the door. One of the bouncers opens the door for him and Mason slides him a ten dollar bill. Bouncer nod’s at him as the door closes and the camera fades.