~{The UWWF cameras open on a cool brisk Philadelphia night. There is a slight cover of snow all over the ground. The camera shows the reflecting image of a figure on the lake. The moonlight shows through over the shadows and you see smoke being blown from the figure’s mouth. Then suddenly the reflection in the lake goes to nothing but ripples. The camera then sets to the figure which has just flicked it’s cigarette into the lake. The camera show’s the figure to be Chris Van X. He is dressed in cowboy boot’s with black baggy jeans, a dark blue shirt and a trench overcoat. Chris stands there for a moment then start’s to walk along the edge of the bank.}~

Chris: It’s funny how times have changed in America but at the same time it’s still the same. Just think not to long ago Bush was in office, there was war in Iraq. The stock market was down. Ric Flair was showing the world why he is the man! It’s funny how all these year’s later nothing has changed…. But it has in a tremendous way. Ultimate World Wrestling Federation hasn’t been around for that many years yet. But in our time we to have changed. One thing has never changed and that is the hardcore and extreme nature. This federation was founded on being extreme and being the most hardcore it could possibly be. Pushing all human limits, both mental and physical. It is a sacred place for people like me. Guy’s like RVD, Slick Mik, Sephiroith, Silver. It’s something we have all lived for, sweat for, bleed for, and for some spent there entire life’s trying to put it all on the line for this company…. This franchise, this place we call home. This tournament is something special to us who have lasted through the down times. It is something we live for. It’s our destiny. We live for this, we love it. If we don’t bleed, inflect pain, and put it all on the line. For some of us though we just haven’t inflected enough yet.

~{Chris is interrupted by the ringing of a phone. The sound echoes throughout the quite lake area. He pat’s himself down on each side searching for the phone. After another ring or two he produces the cell phone and puts it up to his ear.}~

Chris: Hello?…… Oh,.. What do you want?…….Yea I know……. It better be. Well if it’s not I wont do it…… Yea, you know my word is as good as it gets……. Yea, it’s enough…….No, I’m not…..Yea I’m sure. ……. Fine ok. Not a problem.

~{Chris takes his phone and closes it. He places it back in his pocket. He look’s out at the lake for a moment then suddenly begins to walk once more. He is walking up the hill back to the lake side house he shares with his brother.}~

Chris: This tournament that is going on is something special. It’s not just the name that you can carry around and brag about. But it’s respect, it’s dignity. It means something. See as much as we have all come to hate Jeremy Clarkson at the same time we all envy him. We are all striving to be what he is. Sure your all going to say that it’s a lie. But it’s not. You all know it’s true. Clarkson you are sitting at the top of the hill. You are the master of the mountain. The standard barrier, you’re the pillar of this company….. But Jeremy Clarkson, in a few short week’s I will not only bring you down and change the way everyone sees you. I will change the way everyone sees the sport. I will shock the entire world and make my name known above all others. Clarkson, you know it, I know it, Maddog knows it. Everyone knows that I’m the guy that has your number. I’m the man with the silver ticket. I’m the one that is going to end your streak. I’m the one that will take you down and dethrone you. It wont be that little freak Acid, It wont be that has been loser reject Nightmare. We all know for a fact that the Snakepit don’t have what it takes. And G-man the only guy to even come close…. Well he took his tail, tucked it in and ran. But the only person that has even given you the fight like you have to them is me. Clarkson I’m gunning for you. I’m hunting you down and I will destroy you and everything you have established. You cant stop me. You know you can’t. Clarkson your going to become the former king as I will over throw you. Time is on my side, Time will prove to be the real threat. Your going down.

~{Chris has reached the house and is on the deck. He swings the front door open and looks around. It’s apparent that Chris hasn’t been there in a few days. Chris goes to walk across the floor but stumbles over about a dozen beer bottles and a about five liquor bottles. Ho looks at them and then starts to pick them up and carry them to the trash can.}~

Chris: My brothers drinking habits have gotten a bit out of hand. Use to we would celebrate a win by downing a bottle of Crown and Jack. But now he celebrates getting out of bed, watching television, getting his hair cut. He drinks beer or liquor like most of us drink everything else. My dad died in a drunk driving accident. There was only one car involved, the stupid idiot ran off the road and right into a telephone pole. Our brother Jason ended up quitting school to help support us. Sean’s heading down the same path. It may not be a telephone pole, But he’s losing control. I just hope he can stop before it’s too late I can save him and turn it around for him.

~{Chris is placing bottles in the trash can then heads back to his room. Laying on the bed is both the Streetfight championship and his half of the Brass knuckle championship. He looks down at them then sits on the bed.}~

Chris: Derrick, these two pieces of gold are something very important to me. They are a sign of respect. Dignity, importance. They stand for something. Sure a lot of guys run around and say they don’t need gold…. Or they don’t want gold….. But the only people who say that are just the losers who cant get it. Hall…. I beat Nightmare like he was a red headed stepchild to achieve this piece, and for the tag team title. Me and my brother beat the current worlds champion and his partner for them in one of the most deadliest matches ever in the history of the UWWF. I’ve beaten everyone that has been put in front of me. I can beat anyone anytime anyplace. I am going to prove that against you. Derrick your going to feel pain you have never felt before. I am going to destroy you. I will show everyone why you and your entire group of stooges are losers. You all three are going to fall short this week and be eliminated at the same time. The title of King of Hardcore….. It belongs to the BUZZ-SAW Chris…..Van…..X!

~{Chris gets up off the bed and lifts up both of the belts he tosses one over his shoulder. The other he lets dangle out of his hand. He walks out of his room and through the living room. He walks out of the door as the camera fades.}~