~{Cameras open up inside of a strip club in downtown Philadelphia known as the “Shooters Club”. This isn’t your regular trashy club and there is a coat check at the door. The bouncer standing at the door has a clip board in his hand and is dressed in a pair of black dress shoes, with black dress pants a white dress shirt and a black vest. He has two arms almost the size of telephone poles and he is standing with two smaller men who are checking ID’s and putting peoples coats up. The camera comes closer and you see Chris Van X and a longtime friend of his Blake come walking in. Chris is wearing a pair of penny loafers with some dockers and a long sleeve blue silk shirt. Blake is dressed in your casual business suit but has on no tie and the top two buttons are unbutton on it. The bouncer look’s at the men and smiles.}~

Bouncer: Blake, Chris how’s it going boy’s…..

Blake: Going and flowing my friend, how’s business around here?

Bouncer: Ah you know,… It’s always sunny!

Blake: My favorite girl Missy working tonight?

Bouncer: Always is man, She’ll be up on center stage in about ten minutes, then after that she’s taking request for lap dances….. But we’ve already had two big spenders in here tonight come ask about her and have their credit cards in toe for some special attention.

Blake: Ah no price is to great when it comes to Missy Late.

Bouncer: [Chuckling] You know it brother,….. So Chris where is your brother at man? I haven’t seen him on Meltdown yet,

CVX: Beats me man your guess is as good as mine

Bouncer: I figured you two would have the titles by now

CVX: We haven’t tagged together since like December

Bouncer: Yea, I know that’s messed up, why not?

Blake: They aren’t exactly on speaking terms.

Bouncer: Oh crap, sorry man I didn’t know. Look guys go on in have a good time and the first round is on me.

~{The bouncer lets the two men pass on through and they begin to make there way past some private tables equipped with poles on them. They nod at the bartender who pop’s his head up at them as a sign of respect. The two men make there way over to a rather large round table right in front of the main stage. Both men move around to where they are sitting on the inside facing the stage. There is a tall brunette doing her set on the stage right now and about five or six men are sitting on the bar seats around the stage rooting her on and goggling at her. After a minute a young blonde wearing stiletto silver heel’s, with a silver thong and a black halter top with silver beads walks over with a tray.}~

Waitress: Evening gentlemen, what can I get……. BLAKE! Hey baby how you doing?

~{The waitress climbs into the booth and gives Blake a kiss. She is on her knee’s and as she slowly back’s out her halter slip’s down some and you can see her nipple. She smiles as she fixes her shirt and then stands back up.}~

Blake: Britney “The Sugar” Sweets, how are you doing?

Britney: I’m doing just fine, trying to earn a living ya know.

Blake: Well gimmie a seven and seven and a bud lite to start with sweet britches.

Britney: Alright, and for you sir?

CVX: I’ll take a double Jack no rocks. With a bud lite.

Britney: Be right back with those hunny.

~{The waitress flashes her smile at Blake as she walk’s away. Chris look’s around at two of the smaller stages and see two or three men at each, While the game room seems rather full the rest of the place doesn’t seem too busy.}~

CVX: Look’s kind of slow in here tonight wouldn’t you say?

Blake: Yea, maybe the crowd will be around later though. Besides it’s only ten.

~{The waitress Britney comes walking back over with the tray full of drinks. She sets down the bed naps first then places the liquor on the table. She then sets the two beers down in front of the men. Blake pull’s out a hundred dollar bill from his wad of cash and hand’s it to her.}~

Blake: Make sure you keep coming back over here Sugar.

Britney: Don’t I always Blake?

Blake: Yea, you always take good care of me….. By the way can you do me a favor?

Britney: Sorry Blake I’m not dancing tonight, only taking orders.

Blake: No not that, can you take something to the back for me?

Britney: Of course baby, What is it?

~{Blake reaches into his front left coat pocket and pull’s out a fifty dollar bill. He has a blank post it note on it and takes his pen and writes something on it. He then passes the note and fifty to Britney.}~

Britney: Not a problem doll, going to Missy right?

Blake: Sure is Sugar.

~{Britney flashes that award winning smile as she turns and walk’s towards the back area. Chris takes a swallow of his drink then follows it with a chase of beer. Blake just drinks on his beer while he watches the brunette on the main stage.}~

CVX: Damn bro you’ve been here twenty minutes and have already dropped a clam and a half.

Blake: Closed a big deal at work yesterday, and last week I closed the second largest account in the history of Baker & Jones Advertising. Besides it’s been far to long since we have went out together,

CVX: Damn bro, you are moving along over there.

Blake: Sure am chief, So what’s next in XCW for the fearless King?

CVX: Dante,…

Blake: Dante……Dante….. Not familiar with him

CVX: One of the last invaders who still have a few more matches before they are tossed to the curb with the rest of the WWA trash.

Blake: Ah more never could have been’s huh.

CVX: Yea,

Blake: Well when you getting a title shot Chris?

CVX: Don’t worry, I got something up my sleeve

Blake: Good you know I hate to see you without some gold.

CVX: Damn bro isn’t that Chloe Hunter over there on the side stage?

Blake: Who?

CVX: Moe Hunters wife, girlfriend, sister or whore.

Blake: Don’t know the bitch, but if she is married to some WWA trash like that, I seriously doubt she could get a job working here.

CVX: Good point, besides Chloe has this huge mole on her right tit she showed me last week.

Blake: You saw her tit?

CVX: I saw her tit and her clit, But damn I sure as hell wasn’t going to eat that shit,

Blake: You wrap your boy?

CVX: Twice man, I sure as hell didn’t know who else had hit that recently.

Blake: Smart man

~{The girl on stage has finished up her dance and is gathering up her money. The small group of guys seem to have left a good tip because she is smiling ear to ear. As she exit’s the stage the dim light’s around the club flash off for a second then tons of black lights begin to flash. Suddenly two dozen men all crowd around the stage as a tall redhead stand’s center stage leaning against one of the poll’s. Blake sits up in his seat and a big smile sits on his face.}~

Blake: That’s me next wife right there Chris

CVX: Aren’t you tired of getting married?

Blake: Not to women like her.

CVX: Your stupid man,

~{The two men sit there in total silence and watch the dancer do her routine. It seems every eye in the entire place is fixed on her, after a minute Chris has finished his drink is sipping on his beer. The waitress Britney sees this and is already on her way over with another drink. She sits it down in front of Chris and takes his empty glass. She flashes her smile as she walks away. After the first song in the set is done Blake look’s at Chris then takes a huge gulp of his drink almost drinking it all. He quickly follows it down with a chase of beer. As he does this he look’s up and a older gentleman in a all white suit with a blue shirt is standing in front of him.}~

Blake: Well if it isn’t old and ugly himself. How you doing Alex?

Alex: Old and ugly maybe, but tired and worn out for sure. Good to see you Blake, you mind if I join you?

Blake: Not at all my friend, it’s your club. You know Chris right?

Alex: I’ve seen him around her a few times, If I’m not mistaken he has a brother that use to come in quite frequently, always a big spender.

CVX: That’d be my brother Sean

Alex: Sean yes that is his name, the girls sure did like him, always dropped a few clams every time he was here. Where is he at now?

CVX: Beats me, last I saw he was in a hospital in Alabama,

Alex: Alabama? Good lord I didn’t know the hick’s knew how to work on people. Well wish him the best of luck for me

CVX: Will do,

Blake: So Alex what’s the story with Missy? She got a man? I’ve tried a few times to get her to go out with me but she keep’s turning me down.

Alex: Nah, she doesn’t have one. At least she never mentions one, she is actually rather shy when she’s not on stage. I almost didn’t hire her. She barely speaks up when your around…. I sure am going to miss her.

Blake: Miss her? She leaving?

Alex: Nah, I’m afraid I am going to have to shut us down if business doesn’t pick up.

Blake: What? Don’t close it down, are the girls not making enough money?

Alex: No the girls are all making quite a bit, Hell your waitress Miss. Britney took in nearly seven hundred last night waiting tables alone. My problem is getting people to order drinks enough while they are her. Even when I have a cover charge after nine it’s still not enough.

Blake: Alex,…. How much.

Alex: How much what?

Blake: How much to keep it open?

Alex: Whoa Blake I’m not interested in any loans here.

Blake: Me either, I am offering to buy into the club, Be like a thirty percent share. You’d still have the full control I’d be more of a investor

Alex: You serious?

Blake: Damn right I am

CVX: You gentlemen will excuse me I hope, I am going to step out for a smoke.

~{Chris slides out from the table and begins walking towards the door. Alex and Blake begin to discuss a business deal while Chris is going out. As he exits out onto the front foyer he look’s as a small group of guys are entering the club. Chris has his cigarette in his hand and is looking around. After a moment he look’s at the camera and speaks}~

CVX: Moe hunter you where nothing, Just like I said you would be, Just like I promised I would…. I won. I wipe my hands of you and move along. Moving along to what though…. Another pure waste of sperm in Dante…. Another invader who failed to live up to the hype, Another WWA star who couldn’t managed to show up for the one chance he had at main event status. Claimed he missed his ride to the arena. Or plane or whatever his sad excuse was. So this week he gets fed to the beast himself Chris Van X. Too bad for you your buddy Mortis Magnus has to climb in the ring with the Sick One, Nightmare got fired and Moe Hunter has proved once again he is no threat to anyone or anything. I guess that leaves you all alone again huh? But being a former WWA guy means you have now friends in XCW because we all hate your guts and if you where hanging from the side of a building about to fall fifty stories we would grab a bag of popcorn and some drinks and watch the show. Because quite frankly we hate your fucking guts…… And that’s the nice choice of words I have for you.

~{Chris takes a few drag’s off his smoke as a guy comes walking out of the club. He is a younger guy in his early twenties but is dressed in a nice suit and has his hair slicked back. He is talking on his phone and barely notices Chris who has finished his first smoke up and is already started on a second. The guy on the phone finally finishes his conversation and look’s up to see Chris.}~

Guy: How’s it going man,

CVX: Not too bad,

Guy: You look familiar, what’s your name

CVX: Chris

Guy: Oh man your that wrestler aren’t you.

CVX: That’d be me,

Guy: I’m Dylan by the way,

CVX: Nice to meet you

Dylan: So you out celebrating a win or just hanging out?

CVX: Little bit of both, catching up with a old buddy,

Dylan: Well listen man I’m about to head out, but I work as a personal trainer for the Philadelphia Eagles here in town, Let me give you my card and if you ever want seats to a game let me know, They are usually around the forty yard line about six rows up. Not the greatest in the world, I am just a trainer.

CVX: Hey, I appreciate it man, I’ll give you a call sometime and get some wrestling tickets for you.

Dylan: That’d be awesome man, nice meeting you,

CVX: You too, have a good one

~{The two men shake hand’s and Chris places the business card into his back pocket. He stands there still puffing on his cigarette as he look’s back at the camera.}~

CVX: Dante as Tuesday Meltdown draws closer I’m sure your sitting at home on your big couch and thinking to yourself “Does this man ever shut up? He always runs his mouth.” Well to answer your question Dante, yes…. I do shut up. When the bell sounds and we are standing face to face my mouth will be shut and my fist will do the talking…. I’m sure your thinking I’m just another punk who runs his mouth….. Well Dante you where in UWWF for a while, you saw Maddog, G-Man, Clarkson, Snake pit and all the other fight. You once held some prestigious gold in UWWF. So you’ve been down the beaten path a time or two. Hell you even held the tag team titles for a short…… very short time. Well Dante my advice to you is to log onto the XCW website, order yourself up the Ultimate Hardcore Cup 2 semi finals and finals. Watch how I destroyed Danny Polar and sent his lousy ass packing. Then take and watch one of the longest, sickest, most brutal battles in the world with two of the most dangerous men in the sport. Watch as I took The former King of Hardcore Jeremy Repent Clarkson to the limits and back…… Watch as I nearly ended that mother fuckers career…… Watch as I beat his ass in a structure that most men would shit in their pants before they got into. Then Dante you reevaluate me. Then you see what you think of me. I’m sure you will be singing a different tune then.

~{Chris finishes off his second cigarette then flicks the butt into the parking lot. He turns and walk’s back inside the club where his booth is completely empty. He takes a seat back down and his waitress from earlier Britney comes over to him with another drink.}~

Britney: They went to the VIP room when Missy got done with her dance. If you want to join them I’m sure it’s fine.

CVX: No thanks doll face.

Britney: Ok,…. Didn’t you use to come in here a lot?

CVX: I came here a few times last year.

Britney: I thought I recognized you, what’s your name?

CVX: Chris,

Britney: Yea, you had a friend that came here with you, he also use to come a lot by himself. Shane I think his name was.

CVX: Sean?

Britney: Yea, Sean,…….. That guy was a creep, no offence to you or anything.

CVX: None taken.

Britney: Well let me make my rounds,

~{Britney flashes that smile she has and this time seems to hold the gaze at Chris, as she walks away from a set of stairs off to the side of the stage you see Blake step out onto the small balcony. He motions for Chris to walk over, Chris notices him and gets up and walks over to the stairs. Chris walks to the top where he look’s into the room with the VIP side on it and there are three girls all sitting on the huge leather couch. }~

Blake: Look bro we got these hot chicks up here and I got the cash to spend.

CVX: No thanks man, I’m about to roll

Blake: Damn dawg, you sure? I’ll go with you then

CVX: Nah man, stay and do your thing., We will hook up later,

Blake: Alright man, stay black man,

CVX: Later man,

~{Chris walks back downstairs and over to his table. He stands there and finishes off his double Jack. He then takes a swallow of his beer as he reaches into his pocket. His waitress Britney comes walking back up to him.}~

Britney: You aren’t leaving are you?

CVX: Yea, hate to say so. Want to be a doll face and call me a cab?

Britney: No problem

~{Chris stands there and pull’s out two twenty dollar bills and tosses them on the table. He then walks down the small ramp area near the stage and tosses a five dollar bill on the stage. As he walks back up Britney is back at the table cleaning up the drinks. She then turns and hands him a napkin with some writing on it.}~

Britney: Cab is on it’s way, it usually takes about ten minutes depending on traffic. I get off from here at two in the morning and will be awake around eleven. So give me a calla round then and we will go out sometime.

CVX: Not a problem

Britney: Bye for now

CVX: Bye.

~{Chris smiles at Britney as she walks away to the back. Chris then makes a b line for the door. As he walks out to the front area again you see a large group of about ten or twelve college kids come walking up. One of them bump’s into Chris as he walks by and turns as if he is going to say something. Chris gives him a cold hard stare and the guy turns and goes inside. Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out another cigarette. He pop’s it in his mouth and lights it up.}~

CVX: Dante the more and more I think about it the more I wonder….. Are you going to have transportation problems this week? Are you not going to show up? Are you going to come to your senses and finally admit to yourself that you wont be able to compete on the same level as me? Think about it Dante, I have tore through and ripped every person apart you could possibly imagine. I took not one but two UWWF titles with me when UWWF closed it’s doors. I won the Ultimate Hardcore Cup 2. I am the buzz-saw! Dante your buddy Mortis is going to have one hell of a fight on his hands…… Acid is going to tear through that bitch like a pack of dogs on a chicken bone…. Nightmare wont be there to help you. Kash is working for us,….. And Moe Hunter god bless his soul couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag. So whenever the bell rings don’t look around to see who is going to be helping you. Because Chris Van X is going to be standing across the ring and he knows no one will help you. Dante…..I’ll see you Tuesday!

~{Chris finishes his smoke as the cab pull’s up. Chris walks down the steps and jumps inside. The cab pulls away as the camera fades.}~