~{Cameras open up inside of Viking Hall, the arena is at it’s usual dark and cold setting. It’s late in the evening and it’s almost empty like always. As the camera pans down the hall you see a light trickling out from around a door. As the camera approaches the door has Van X BoyZ wrote on it. The camera angle then flashes inside where Chris Van X has a duffle bag and is packing it up. He is dressed with some white New Balance, with a pair of yellow wind breakers and a “Maddog: I’m The Hardcore God” t-shirt. His bald head is covered by a red bandanna. He look’s up at the camera for a moment.}~

CVX: It’s weird, I am usually nervous before a big match like this. I take a shot or two of liquor every three or four hours before. I smoke a pack and half a smokes within three hours of my match. I am bouncing all over my locker room. Wrapping barb-wire around my cane. Taking a few swings with it. Just getting pumped up. But this time I have done completely the opposite. I haven’t drank in a few days, Been sipping on water, Gatorade, PowerAde, had a few energy drinks. Plus I’ve maybe had a dozen cigarettes all week long. I’ll still have a few more just for the taste. But it wont be no pack and a half. I feel better than normal. I’m more focused than normal. I think this is going to be one of my finest hours. This match will be one point in my life where I turn over a new leaf and start one of the biggest climb’s straight to the top of the wrestling world. I get this feeling that within a month I’ll have a crown on my head, and some gold around my waist. I just might end up with two slab’s of gold if you know what I mean.

~{Chris stops talking for a moment and then opens up his locker. The camera sees as he grabs a pair of old wrestling tights and tosses them in the bag. As he is grabbing a few other items on the very top shelf you see two golden titles, Before the camera can get a better look at them Chris slams the door shut and begins to zip up his bag.}~

CVX: Oh I forgot one thing,

~{Chris puts his duffle bag back down and then turns back to the locker. He swings the door open allowing the camera to get a full view of it and it’s contents. The camera notices a stack of Singapore canes in the bottom of the locker standing up. The camera quickly pans to the top where the two belts are and you can see that the top one is the UWWF Streetfight championship. Chris Van X slams the door back as he pick’s up his duffle bag. He walk’s out the door holding his duffle bag in one hand and his Singapore cane in the other. The camera follows him as he walk’s outside and over to his truck which is double parked by the door. He tosses the cane and duffle bag in the front seat and walks around to the driver side and hop’s in. The camera angle switches inside as he drives down the road.}~

CVX: I’ve been watching your drama land of a life Danny Polar for the last few week’s. Besides the fact he claims to be a world class athletic, he should be making a lot more money at what he does if he is so good as he claims. Then he could afford to get out of those rat infested apartments he was living in, with a bunch of roaches crawling everywhere. Especially if he is going to have a women with him. But from what I could see a women like that is use to being slapped around and charging by the hour. Maybe that’s why Polar couldn’t afford a nicer place. Paying that cheap slut to stay with him full time cost more than he thought.

~{Chris Van X has pulled off the interstate and has traveled up the exit ramp and is waiting at the red light. The light turn’s green and he takes his turn. He gets into the turning lane and then pull’s into a Lowes. He pull’s his truck up into a spot and gets out. He begins to walk inside and the camera follows him. Chris walk’s through the front door’s and continues down one of the main aisle. He look’s around for a minute and then sees a employee.}~

CVX: Excuse me,

Employee: Yes sir?

CVX: Where is your barb-wire kept?

Employee: That’d be isle number twelve sir.

CVX: Thanks.

~{Chris turns and walk’s back up the aisle. He walks along the front of the store until he reaches aisle twelve. He then walk’s down the aisle and stop’s in front of the barb-wire. It is inside a glass cage on a huge roller. There are two separate kinds, one is silver with about two inch spikes, the other is a light brown with about half inch spikes. There is a button that says “ring for service” on the side of the cage. Chris reaches over and presses on the button.}~

CVX: Hmmm why is this under lock and key?

~{After a moment of standing there Chris look’s up and a older gentlemen comes walking his way. His name tag reads “Jerry”. He smiles at Chris and is wiping his hand’s on his apron as he approaches.}~

Jerry: What can I do for you sir?

CVX: You have any razor wire?

Jerry: Not on hand but we special order it.

CVX: Nah that’s no good. Let me get some of this silver wire.

Jerry: Alright, let me get my keys,

~{The old man pull’s out a set of key’s and start’s to fumble through them. He reaches up and try’s one to unlock the case but it doesn’t work. He fumbles through a few more and finally comes to a key the works. He swings the case open and then look’s at Chris.}~

Jerry: How much do you need?

CVX: Two feet.

Jerry: Oh I’m sorry sir you have to get at least six yards.

CVX: I only need two feet,

Jerry: Well sir our policy is a minimum of six yard’s.

CVX: Fine six yard’s then.

Jerry: Alright sir give me just a moment to bundle it up.

~{The man begins to take and slowly pull some of the barb-wire off the roll. He is rolling it up into a slightly smaller roll in his hand’s being careful not to cut himself. After a moment he pick’s up a pair of wire cutters and cut’s the barb-wire from the roll. He then takes some tape and tapes the barb-wire into a circle. He then sticks a price tag on the roll and hand’s it to Chris Van X}~

Jerry: Here you go sir, now make sure your careful. That stuff is sharp.

CVX: Don’t worry, I’ll use it just like I need it.

~{Chris turn’s and heads to the checkouts. The man takes and closes the case back up and locks it up. He then walk’s in the opposite direction. The camera goes up to where Chris is and he has just finished paying for his barb-wire and is on his way out the door. The camera angle then flashes back inside the truck where it is going down the road again.}~

CVX: The price of barb-wire is well worth it nowadays. Of course I could just reuse the barb-wire from matches and such. But you never know what sort of infections people carry. I mean you wouldn’t use a needle to take a flu shot someone else just used. Why use barb-wire that someone else just used? It makes no sense. Speaking on making no sense let’s get back to the match at hand. Mr. Polar decided to play hero. Took a bunch of hick’s drove down to some other hick town, charged inside and shot up a bunch of gangsters, How original. I guess movies are for you to. Acting out your own little fantasies. Danny Polar this match isn’t in some fantasy land. It isn’t some make believe event. It’s real, the bat is real, the barb-wire around it is real. The barb-wire ropes are real, and the flaming oil buckets hanging from it are real. It’s not something you can escape. It’s not something you can walk away from. This is bad brother, it’s real bad and the end results might seriously mess you up for the rest of your life. Don’t take it lightly.

~{Chris reaches over and in the center consul gets a pack of cigarettes, He pull’s one out and pop’s it in his mouth. He sits there for a moment then grabs the lighter and lights it up. He then takes a big puff.}~

CVX: Danny Polar this match is going to be something that will change your life forever. When I get my hand’s around that bat and I get to take a few swings the consequences for you will be pain, sorrow, blood, and more pain. Danny your little buddy smoking his weed around the kid’s was real cool to see. I guess it goes to show your like the company you keep. You hang with trash, you live with trash, you sleep with trash….. I guess that makes you trash. But don’t worry Thursday is trash day and I do plan on taking you out. Not only out of the tournament but possibly out of wrestling. Polar you have talked a good talk so far. You have even walked a impressive walk. But the time for talking is coming to a halt. The time when you must rise up above the rest and face me has come. You wont be able to sneak bye. You wont be able to try and get a quick win in. I am the definition of hardcore and you are just a mere speck in the way, I will make short work of you and prove to all why I deserve the crown. Don’t under estimate me in any way or else you will greatly pay. The time is ticking and the hour draw’s near. Will you prevail? Will you succeed? Somehow I doubt it Polar. Why? Because your not as you seem, you’re a phony, a fake, and a fraud. I plan on proving that as I take and punk you out. Danny Polar I will go to the finals, I will face off against Clarkson. I would bet my soul on it. If you want to prove to be a man show up, bring whatever you have and try and stop me….. The end wont be pretty. Polar I will hurt you, just wait and see.

~{Chris takes the last puff on his cigarette and tosses it out the window, The camera fades to black.}~