~{Cameras open up in a loft style apartment located in Atlanta, Georgia. The apartment is very dirty and dark. The camera show’s a television sitting on some milk crates in the center of the room. There is a Play station 2 next to it with a group of games neatly stacked. You can hear something coming from the other side and the camera show’s a person laying in a single wide bed. There is another bed a few short feet away. The guy sits up and flips on a light. You can see a few scar’s across his chest that have been there quite sometime. The guy is wearing a pair of boxers and he start’s to scratch his chest as he gets up. He walks towards the bathroom and slams the door shut behind him. Suddenly the front door to the loft swing’s open and another guy walk’s in. He is wearing some doc martin’s, with a pair of polo jeans. He has a white wife beater shirt on. He slam’s the door shut and begins to yell.}~
Guy: Chris! Chris!…. Where are you? I got awesome news!
~{Suddenly the bathroom door swing’s open, and the guy now known as Chris comes walking out and he look’s pissed. He glare’s at the other guy and begins to speak!.}~
Chris: What the f*ck do you want Sean? I am tired as hell and have a hangover like you wouldn’t believe so what is so f*cking important that you got to bring your sorry ass in here at ten forty in the damn morning yelling at me about?
Sean: Well I figured you would like to hear this. I was watching TV and a ad came on for your favorite wrestling promotion!
Chris: I ain’t going to go watch Women’s Topless Wrestling Federation! They all look like four hundred pound piles of shit!
Sean: No Chris I mean your all time greatest wrestling promotion! The one that rocked the world week in and week out. I am talking about the most extreme place on earth! I am talking about U….W…..W….F!
Chris: What are they selling a best of UWWF tape or some shit? Hell if I want to remember that stuff I’ll look at the scars on my body!
Sean: No Chris its open. It’s been open we have just been missing it!
Chris: Quit shitting me! I ain’t got time for it.
~{Chris gets pissed off and begins to walk back towards his bed. Right as he gets there Sean pull’s out a group of papers from his back pocket. Chris look’s at him and stares at the paper.}~
Chris: What in the hell is that?
Sean: These are our contracts for UWWF! I called and had them faxed over to my place last night!
Chris: This is your place Sean, you have just been staying at your old ladies house! Besides are you serious! Is this the real UWWF? Not that crap we have been in? The real stuff? The hardcore death matches? The flaming tables? The barb-wire using, fire tossing, table slamming high flying place we became the best damn tag team ever at?
Sean: That’s right bubba! The Van X BoyZ are back! We got to catch a plane to get to the arena right away! Hurry up my stuff is already in the Jeep.
~{Chris looks around and grab’s a duffle bag. He tosses some clothes in it and then begins to get dressed himself. He pull’s on some short’s and a pair of Adidas shoes. He then pull’s a Number 7 Atlanta Falcons Michael Vick jersey on. Sean is looking at the contract’s and Chris walk’s by him and towards a closet. Sean look’s at him and start’s to speak.}~
Sean: Chris I know your not going to be trying to take that thing on the plane with you are you? You know they wont let you! Don’t even bother!
~{The camera show’s back to Chris Van X who reaches into the closet and pull’s out a dusty Singapore cane wrapped in barb-wire. A huge smile comes across Chris’s face and the camera show’s the burn mark’s on the cane. Chris rub’s his bald head with one hand as he look’s at Sean and smirks. Sean just shakes his head at him.}~
Sean: Fine then let’s get going. I want to get there I left something at the arena I want to get back!
Chris: I know exactly what you mean, I want to get MY TAG TEAM TITLES back as well! I don’t care who I have to hurt to get them back either!
~{Chris and Sean Van X head out the door of the apartment. They slam the door behind them as the camera slowly fades to black.}~
