~{Cameras open up on a hot and muggy day at the UAB Hospital located in Birmingham, Al. The scene is in the parking garage adjacent the hospital. You see a red Ford F150 come pulling up to the second level and it pull’s into a parking spot. A moment later the door swings open and from the truck steps Chris Van X. He has on some white Adidas shoes, with a pair of black shorts, and a plain white t-shirt. His bald head is covered by a white bandanna and he begins to walk towards the elevators. As he arrives at them so does a nurse who is already waiting on the elevator. The two stand and wait as the doors finally swing open. They both enter and as the doors close the camera switches inside.}~

Nurse: What floor?

CVX: Five,

Nurse: Oh, intensive care?

CVX: Yea,

Nurse: Hope you don’t mind me asking but who is hurt?

CVX: My brother,

Nurse: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that was it a care wreck or what?

CVX: You could say it was a car wreck.

Nurse: Oh is he doing better?

CVX: Yea, he is doing a bit better I guess.

Nurse: Oh well nice chatting with you, here’s my floor and best wishes to your brother.

CVX: Thanks,

~{The nurse exit’s the elevator and smiles at Chris. He nod’s back at her as the door’s close and he watches the light’s in the elevator light up as he finally arrives at his floor. The doors swing open and Chris walks to the receptionist desk and the lady behind the desk look’s up at him.}~

CVX: I’m here to see Sean,

Receptionist: Last name please,

CVX: Van X,

Receptionist: Oh, him…. Go ahead.

CVX: Why’d you say it like that?

Receptionist: He’s the pervert who keep’s grabbing everyone’s butt, and asked Melanie from second shift if she would give him a little, well shall we say comfort.

CVX: Oh, you have to excuse him, he’s a bit out of his mind.

Receptionist: Obviously…..

~{Chris walks down the hallway and stands in front of the door to Sean’s room. Chris waits for a minute before knocking. After a moment you hear a “COME IN”. Chris cautiously opens the door and walk’s inside the room. He look’s at his brother with a blank stare and his brother doesn’t seem to get excited by the sight of his brother. The two men stare at each other for a moment and finally after a awkward silence Chris speaks.}~

CVX: So um…. How you feeling,

Sean: A bit better.

CVX: That’s good…… So how you been?

Sean: Not too shabby, been wrestling some here and there.

CVX: Really, that’s good.

Sean: I saw you beat Clarkson for the King of Hardcore, congratulations.

CVX: Thanks a lot, that was one of the toughest matches of my life.

Sean: Yea, I missed it. I had a pillow case wrapped over my head.

CVX: Yea,……

~{The two men stare at each other for a moment and Chris seems anxious. He begins to dig in his pockets for his cigarettes but realizes he is inside the hospital and can’t smoke. The silence between the two men is nerve racking and is finally broken after Sean speaks up.}~

Sean: Guess who came by the other day,

CVX: Who?

Sean: Jason,

CVX: Jason?…. Our brother?

Sean: Yea, I was surprised as you where. I barely recognized him, he has grown his hair out and put on about thirty more pounds.

CVX: I haven’t seen him in year’s. What’s he doing with himself?

Sean: Married to some broad, they got two kid’s and he is working on the dock’s down in Mobile doing something with fish,

CVX: Dang, I’m finally a uncle.

Sean: Yea,

~{The silence between the two men arises once again. They are both left looking at each other unsure of word’s in which to speak. Sean goes to adjust himself in the bed and a look of pain creases across his face. Chris almost panics and moves over to help him, Sean gets angry and hold’s his arm up to stop his brother.}~

Sean: I got it….

CVX: Sorry,

Sean: So you ready for Crossing the Lines?

CVX: Yea, more than ready…..

Sean: That’s good,….. Let me ask you a favor.

CVX: You don’t have to, I’m going to get that sorry piece of trash back for you.

Sean: See Chris that’s my point, your always trying to look out for me! I don’t need your help! I can take care of myself.

CVX: Wait a minute Sean your talking crazy, don’t you remember what Maddog did to you?

Sean: Fuck you Chris! Of course I do, I’m laying up here in the hospital from it. I have nearly one hundred stitches in my head and half a dozen stables. I know damn well what he did to me!

~{The angry voice from Sean leaves yet another awkward silence in the room. Sean’s intensity has his forehead bright read and the muscles in his neck bulging out. Chris takes a step back and watches as his brother leans back to his bed.}~

CVX: Sorry,… What’s the favor….

Sean: Never mind,

CVX: No really what is it?

Sean: I’m just wondering if you can talk Clarkson or Bonez into giving me a contract

CVX: No way, you don’t need to wrestle anymore. Your hurt, you could be killed.

Sean: This is the same shit we just went through Chris. I don’t need you to protect me. I know how to handle myself. Your not dad Chris! Your not mom! Your not Jason! Stop trying to take care of me. I’m a grown man!

CVX: Damnit Sean listen to me! You cant go back to wrestling

Sean: No Chris you listen to me! Stop trying to take care of me!

~{From the emotions of the two men screaming and yelling at each other Sean’s heart rate begins to rise. The machine that is watching his blood pressure begins to sound a alarm. It stop’s both men from yelling at each other as they gaze at it then back at each other. A nurse comes rushing in and look’s at both me.}~

Nurse: What’s wrong? Are you ok?

~{The nurse begins to check the machine and watches it for a moment while Chris and Sean stare each other down. The nurse then look’s at both men and has a startled look on her face. She reaches her hand over and places it on the emergency call button. She has a panicked look on her face.}~

Nurse: Is everything ok in here? Do I need to get security in here?

Sean: No…. my brother was just leaving.

~{Chris and Sean stare at each other for a moment longer. Chris then finally turn’s and walk’s towards the door. Sean glares at him the whole way and finally he swings the door open and exits. As Chris is walking down the hall another nurse passes and notices the look of aggravation in his eyes. She step’s to the side of the hallway and allows him to pass. He walk’s to the elevators and pushes the button, he waits there for it for a moment and finally the door’s swing open. There is a patient escort there on the elevator with a empty wheelchair. Chris hit’s the button for his floor. He then dig’s into his pocket and pull’s out his cigarettes. He pop’s one in his mouth and light’s t up. The patient escort look’s over at him.}~

Patient Escort: You can’t smoke on the elevators.

CVX: You will shut the hell up, if not you will be shitting out your teeth for the next month.

~{The threat by Chris Van X is taken very seriously as the escort moves closer to the door. When it stop’s on his floor he quickly exit’s the elevators and walk’s off down the hall. Chris stay’s on the elevator and begins to take quick drag’s off his smoke. Finally the elevator comes to a stop at the bottom and Chris gets off. As he approaches his truck he uses the keyless entry to start the truck up. He jump’s inside and back’s out squealing his tires as he takes off. The camera angle then quickly switches inside.}~

CVX: The lousy little punk has no idea what he is trying to get into……Crossing the Lines Maddog…… It’s coming up quick and it’s coming up fast. I for one can’t wait….. The demise of the WWA, and the demise of you…… Maddog your world as you know it is know more….. Your not the president,….. Your not the man booking the matches, calling the shot’s…. Your not even the man who is the King of Hardcore…. You’re a old, broke down, has been bitch who will never make it back to the top….. Maddog the personal vendetta that sits between the two of us is so thick that you could build a house on top of it and still have room for a yard. You may have been cock of the walk all through BWCW, you may have went through hell and back in UWWF. But one thing that you have never done is walked into a war like I did with you and your buddies and single handily destroy the entire corporation with the exception of you….. That will be my final business come Cross The Lines….

~{Chris takes a exit and pull’s off into a gas station. He pull’s his truck up to the spot right by the door and jump’s out of his truck leaving it running. He walk’s in through the door’s and head’s straight to the beer coolers. He grab’s a six pack of Bud Lite longnecks and then head’s to the front counter. He slap’s a ten dollar bill down on the counter and waits while the cashier ring’s up the beer. She hand’s him his change back and then goes to bag the beer. Chris just takes the beer and walk’s out the door. He jump’s back inside his truck and twist the cap off of one bottle. He take’s a few gulp’s of the beer then back’s his truck out and head’s back to the interstate.}~

CVX: Well Maddog, your buddy Jeremy Clarkson the president of XCW wanted to make sure you got a little taste of what he went through with me a few week’s back…. He may not say it out loud but the look on his face proves that there is some serious beef there between the two of you and it seriously need’s to be worked out. So he set you up nice and pretty with me now didn’t he? Three fall’s Maddog….. I only plan on needing two of them however. I seriously doubt we will make it to the third…. For your sake Maddog you need to hope that I make this short and sweet, because without your breathing machine a old man such as yourself might not be able to keep up with me…. You aren’t know spring chicken you know….. But let’s get down to it Maddog….. Three fall’s the first is a two hundred light bulb tube death match, with a extra special light bulb tube log cabin in the mix…… One of your favorite type’s of matches from the UWWF era, you loved to see the light bulb tubes in action. But I guess that if I owned five hundred share’s of Bell Lighting I’d want to use as much of there product as well to make sure I kept my money flowing. But Maddog this time your not on the same end of the spectrum of the match as you have been in the past. You are within the confines of the wrestling ring which is bombarded with these four foot long tubes of glass waiting to shatter or be shattered on anyone or anything…… Maddog before you enter this match with me go back a few month’s ago….. Go back to Gary “Liberator” Britton and the match I had with him. I took that poor fool to the limit’s and left his worthless body hanging on for dear life after I power bombed him through the light bulb tube log cabin. Ask him Maddog,….. Ask if it’s worth the price.

~{Chris has gotten his truck going nearly one hundred miles per a hour. He takes the last swallow of his beer then roll’s down the window and tosses the empty beer bottle out. He reaches back into the truck and grab’s another bottle and twist the cap off. He takes a swallow as he look’s back at the road.}~

CVX: Maddog after you talk to Gary and you still decide you want to come face me that’s just fine. But be warned that after that round is done you have to bring your sorry, wrinkly, old carcass back down to the ring one more time. This time the challenge doesn’t get any easier for you. This time we are taking down the rope’s and stringing up some barb-wire…. Then we are taking about ten thousand thumbtacks and tossing them all over the ring….. The best part of it all though Maddog….. Is I can take you anywhere in the arena I want and beat the ever loving shit out of you. Maddog you may have gotten the best of me at Bloody Knuckles but a lot of thing’s have changed since then…. The main thing that has changed is I have went on a roll and destroyed everyone and everything that has been set out in front of me. Your buddy Jeremy Clarkson being the centerpiece of that, with a side dish of Danny Polar who no one has seen nor heard from since……. But none of all that amounts to what is going to happen at Crossing the Lines…… Maddog the first two matches are barely warm-up’s for what awaits at the final part of this deadly trilogy we are in. The first two part’s will be a teaser for what shall happen to you if you somehow manage a pinfall in one of the first two matches. But let’s be realistic Maddog….. I doubt you will be able to last that long in a ring, your old age has caught up with you and I plan on making sure that you know it.

~{Chris takes another swallow from his beer and then sets it between his leg’s. He digs in his pocket and comes out with his cigarettes and lighter. As he light’s up his cigarette he notices how fast he is driving and decides to slow down to ninety to keep from drawing too much attention to himself.}~

CVX: Maddog at Cross The Lines I plan on doing just that, I plan on going at you with everything I have and doing whatever it take’s to not only put you on the shelf but to end your career…. You’re a sickness Maddog, your like a leach that wont go away. See you’ve got your head stuck in this sport…. But your not sucking the blood out of it….. It’s sucking the blood out of you. When you go to get rid of a leach you have to take the head and rip it out of your body. Even if you can get the body of the leach out it wont do any good if you don’t get the head. Maddog I am going to take the head out. I am going to take reach in and snatch it clean out. August the twenty eighth, from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado. Your fate will be signed, sealed, and delivered. I will take your old, sorry, burnt carcass and finally do to it what has been needed to be done for many year’s and put it out of it’s misery…. Maddog I plan on Crossing the Line! I plan on stepping over the line and into your territory and beating you at your on game. This isn’t business Maddog…. This isn’t just about making a name anymore. This isn’t about the fame, the glory, the honor, the respect….. It goes way beyond that. It is about you ruining my life, about you trying to kill my brother, about you being the greedy self righteous son of a bitch that you are…… Me beating you isn’t just for me, it’s for all the guy’s that was held down over the year’s by Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Macho Man Randy Savage, it’s for everyone who got sick and tired of seeing some old fart who couldn’t deliver anymore out there in the ring. Maddog that’s exactly what you are you can’t deliver anymore and I am going to make sure you never set foot in the ring again…… Maddog I am going to Cross the Line and do whatever it take’s to win.

~{Chris takes a few more drag’s off his smoke then flick’s the butt out into the road. He takes a swallow from his beer and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He watches the road for a moment and then finally speaks.}~

CVX: Maddog the final fall in our match in a Wonder Crush death match, yet another one of your twisted and sick matches, One that hasn’t been used in a while to my knowledge. But it’s designed for a few different thing’s. First and foremost it’s designed to make sure no one gets in….. This way I don’t have to worry about Jeremy Clarkson trying to get in and help you from facing yet another defeat….. This glass house Maddog is also designed so you can’t get out…. Because I’d hate it if you tried to leave before I finished the job….. Thirdly Maddog it’s designed for pain and punishment! It’s designed for torture and that’s exactly what I plan on using it for. Your nasty, old limp carcass will be tortured and beaten. Your blood will be spilt and I will enjoy. Because I will Cross The Line and do something to you that no other man has ever done before, I will make you hurt in way’s you have never imagined. I will get you back for everything you have ever done…. You may have won the first battle Maddog. But this time I will win the war…. This time I will take you out and destroy you like no one ever has before. Maddog get ready, because I am going to Cross The Line!

~{Chris takes the last swallow out of his beer bottle and tosses it into his truck bed from the sliding hatch door on his back windshield. He watches the road for a minute as he reaches for another beer. The camera then fades to black.}~