For what is written shall come to pass……. In history it has been proven that time after time no matter how great you are people always seem to remember one thing. That is the downfall, The legacy may ring on in some people’s eyes, hearts and minds. But everyone remembers your downfall. Everyone remembers when you crumbled. For some you walk out on top. For others you sit shamelessly at the bottom of the bucket looking up for answers to the real questions in life.

~{Cameras open in the Southside part of Philadelphia. The camera is showing a small old timey street where there are apartment buildings slammed next to one another. The area doesn’t seem to safe as bars are over most the windows and most the door’s seem to have extra locks. The camera then show’s one building with a sign out front. The sign reads St. Peters Catholic Church. The camera goes from outside to inside where the lights are all set to dim and the flickering of the candles is evident throughout the entire building. As the camera shows the balcony you see a figure leaning up against a beam. The camera zooms in on the figure. You see the dark brown Timberland boots, with the black Levi jeans. A black skin tight shirt is pulled over the chest. You then see the face which has a few scar’s on it. The head is covered by a black hoody. The camera watches as the man stand’s looking at the candles with a far away look in his eyes. The reaction of the camera comes more clear as we see that the man standing before us is Chris Van X of the legendary Van X BoyZ.}~

Chris: I was right there….. Right on the edge of it…… It was within my grasp. I was reaching for it and almost had my hand’s on it. There was nothing that was going to stop me…… But somehow it slipped away…… It was yanked out of my hand’s like a parent takes a sharp object away from there toddler. I was left stunned,….. Shocked,….. And amazed. Left standing wondering if it was a dream or if it was real…… Deep down inside I already knew it was coming. I knew that the war would never come to a rightful ending. I knew that this time the good guy wouldn’t win. There would be no hero stepping in to save the day. This time it would not have a happy ending.

~{Chris steps off the edge of the balcony and walk’s back. He drop’s out of sight from the camera for just a split moment. You then see his shadow walking down the step’s in the back as he is making his way downstairs. As he turns the corner you can see a glaze in his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in a while. He walks up to the candles that are burning and stares at them he then walks over a few feet and sits on a bench and he looks at the candles as if they mean something to him.}~

Chris: My dream was ripped away from me like it was nothing. Trashed and tarnished on the side of the road and left for dead. Ever since I learned to fight I have always strived for one thing. That was to be the best. To be unstoppable. To be great, in every aspect. Since the moment I have walked back into the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation I have done just that. I had yet to fail and was getting better by the day. I stood toe to toe with anyone who got in my way. The alliance of the Apocalypse of Wrestling had been dominating the scene for quite some time. I walked in, point blank told Clarkson and Schmitt what I wanted and then I took it. I then looked over at the so called legend Nightmare and took what I wanted from him. I then got ready to make my move to the top. I had my eyes set on the biggest prize of them all. But someone stopped me….. They stepped in and took what I wanted and deserved out of my hands and left me with nothing… I was about to establish myself as a dominate man. As a legend, and a hero. I was going to become part of history that no one will ever forget. But one person saw fit for it not to come true. They didn‘t want it to happen. They wanted it there way….…..I am going to mangle that person. I will leave him for dead and not look back or ever regret it. I am here to do what is right. I am here to make my legacy live on. I will make my mark in history like no other has done before me.

~{Chris gets up off the bench and turns to walk down the aisle. He lets his hands touch each and every bench as he walk’s away. He then walks through a set of double doors to a foyer area. He then pushes open another door exposing the cool spring nighttime air. He steps outside onto the porch then sits on the side. He reaches in his pocket and pull’s out a box of newports and a zippo lighter, He pull’s a cigarette out of his box and place’s it on his lips. He then flip’s open his lighter and strikes it a few times. A bright orange flame appears and he pull’s it close to his face and inhales his smoke. You then see him flip it shut and a orange dot hangs a few inches from his face. You then see the dot grow closer as he breaths in a puff of that sweet smoke. He breaths a puff out then glances out into the street.}~

Chris: XCW seems to be the most fitting place for this to all take place. I mean after all in history of the underground style there are only three places that come to mind when you say hardcore. That’s Barb-wire City Wrestling, where guys such as Xtreme, Bat-Mero, Maddog, Sephiroith just to name a few. Hardcore became something that people loved. It was grown upon the people and it was more than most could understand. It was something that become so demanding that the world didn’t understand. It was exciting, It gave the wrestlers a thrill and made some into hero’s. BWCW was just one of those places, another is my home the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation, be it star’s from the early years or mid years such as Slick Mik, Shane Douglas, RVD, Maddog, Silver, DeGenR8, Opaque, Christian and Cult Icon. To newer stars in it such as Jeremy Clarkson, Kaizen, Memnoch, G-Man, Maddog, Dension, Nightmare, Mr.E or Bonez. It was the premier thing in sports. It was the top of the line. The it all came crashing down,….yet again. Then the other major power Xtreme Championship Wrestling…… It was dominated by men such as G-Man, Shocker, Titan, Jesse Gunn, Maddog, Memnoch, ISC, Smitty, Bonez and Mr. Showtime to name some. Some men founded there careers here and some ended there’s here. It’s full of legends.

~{Chris takes another long drag off his smoke. He holds it in his hand and exhales the smoke. He watches as two young boy’s about thirteen are walking by they stare at him for a second then after they see his cold harsh look they take there eyes off of him. Chris then finishes off his cigarette and flicks it into the street. He then reaches in his pocket and pull’s out another and lights it up.}~

Chris: Three great federations that all stood for one thing. They all meant Hardcore,……extreme,…. And it meant blood. But if you’d listen closely to the names from the great warriors that fought, and bleed in these three federations there is only one man’s name I mentioned for all three. One man who we have all come to love as our hardcore legend. Sure some of us hate him, sure some of us don’t like his antics. But deep down inside we all respect him for what he has done for the sport. The blood he has spilt, the scars he has carried and the sweat he has used in the ring. He has faced all the greats and beaten anyone he has ever had to face. The man is a legend in hardcore. He’s a hero to many and a example to all……..but to me he is just a lucky old fool who doesn’t know when to stop. He has ruined many life’s and destroyed peoples dreams. But soon everything he has ever done will come crashing back down on him and he will be left at the bottom of the barrel like he was nothing.

~{ Chris takes a few more puff’s off his second cigarette then after his last drag he flicks it off into the street. He start’s to reach for another but shakes his head and then look’s up at the sky.}~

Chris: Now before I go any further I want to make it clear to everyone else that I’m not here for your petty problems and situations. I’m not here to step into your ring and fight with you. I don’t want to fight any others are have any beef with you…… So my advice is as along as you steer clear of me I wont be beating down your door to get my point across to you….. Guy’s like Acid who had some serious run ins with my brother. You don’t need to worry about me stepping over to face you. Your so far under my radar I barely notice you. Same goes for you Cyrus, as long as you handle your business I‘ll handle mine and we wont ever have to set foot in the ring together…… Derrick Hall, while we were suppose to step in the ring and lock up, but never got the chance to, I still wont be trying to get anything started with you. Our time has come and gone and may never approach again…….. Dension me and you have never exchanged words except the few when you where aligned with the AOW. But knowing how smart of a man you are I don’t think I have to worry about you wanting to go a round with me. You have your own objectives and will be focused on getting what you want……….. Now Titan I know your already shaking in your boot’s about the idea of having to face me, But don’t worry I wont be coming after you or your precious piece of scrap metal for that matter. Your safe for now and if you play it smart you might stay that way.

~{Chris stand’s back and look’s at the sign for the church. As he is starring at it a man approaches from the street. After a moment you can see that this man is the minister of the church. He look’s at Chris with a stale smile and speaks.}~

Father: Are you here for confession my son?

Chris: No Father, for my sins have just begun,

Father: Well make sure you return, for confession is the key to heaven,

Chris: Father, when I get done with what I am going to do. I’m not even sure god will forgive me.

~{Chris look’s at the Father who has a stunned and shocked look on his face. Chris then walk’s down the step’s and then begins to walk down the sidewalk as the camera fades to black.}~