Cameras open at the Golds Gym on south Mayfield street in Atlanta. It’s a late evening and the place is almost empty with the exception of about three patrons. Camera comes closer to the ACW star Mason Meadows who is positioned on a butterfly machine. He has on black Adidas with some black tear away sweats and a sleeveless ACW shirt. As he work’s out he look’s at the camera.

“ Luke wanted me to do him a favor. He asked for a small simple request. Make Die Hard’s homecoming one to remember. Well Die Hard I wasn’t expecting Luke to make this so easy for me. I wasn’t expecting everything I needed to be laid out. It’s like having a dinner party, The invitations where sent out. The table was all set, the dinner was cooked and the guest are all seated. The only thing left to do is dig into it. Die Hard that’s exactly what I am going to do at Highway to hell…… Me you and a ten foot long steel chain….. The chain is there for one reason. That’s to make sure you don’t run once the bell sounds.”

Mason stop’s his exercise for a moment and leans down and grab’s his towel. He wipes both sides of his face with it then his forehead. He then wipes the sweat from the machine as he look’s back at the camera.

“See if this match would have been given to me a year or two back I’d refused. Not because I would be scared, or because I wasn’t in the main event. But because I just didn’t do any type of hard core. No folding chairs, no ladders, no barb-wire, no tables, thumbtacks or anything like it. If I couldn’t get it done with my own two hand’s it just didn’t happen. But this last tour of Japan made me see thing’s a bit different. Made me look a little more into someone’s soul and see that not always can a job be done by hand’s alone. Sometimes you run across a person just like you Die Hard that need’s that little extra whack to make sure they know. They need that extra chair shot, or piledriver onto a pile of tacks. Or maybe a power bomb through that table. Or in your case Die Hard….. That cold hard steel chain slammed across your forehead.”

Mason cautiously step’s over his seat on the equipment and turns to wipe off any remaining sweat on it. He leans down and grab’s his bottle water. He walk’s a few yard’s away towards some stationary bikes and treadmills. Mason hang’s his towel on a bike then climbs aboard it. He sets the timer on it as he look’s back at the camera.

“ Now Die Hard, I know your going to show up and tell me how I have no idea who I am talking to, I have no idea what you have done it ACW and what you did in IWA. How you have faced the best and beaten them all. But I do know a bit about you Die Hard. I know you won the ACW worlds title a time or two. I know that at one point you where one of the most feared men in ACW. You where ruthless. I also know how you sold out this company and became a traitor. I also know that you know nothing about me. You have no idea what I’ve done and who I have beaten. Well the list isn’t very long at all of what I’ve done….. But it’s about to grow. Die Hard it all start’s with you. Luke wants me to welcome you home…. I don’t mind doing that. When Highway to Hell roll’s around on the thirty first. You climb into that ring and look ten feet away from you and see me. I want you to know that is as close as you will ever get to greatness in ACW……. Die Hard……Welcome home.”

Mason takes the top off his water and takes a swallow. He twist the cap back on and then he focus back on his workout as the cameras fade.