The line has been drawn in the sane and all men have crossed. For the day is upon us when three of the biggest stars in the sport all collide together at one time. Who shall walk out as the winner? Who will be the man to walk away? The truth be told that no man shall win, for this will be a fight with just causalities. All three men shall be burnt, scared, and hurt for the rest of there life. This shall truly be one of the nights that the sports industry will surely change. It will be something to change everyone involved.
But before it comes to that each man has his own separate battle he must face first. For two men will be meeting each other in a match to seemingly settle old scores. They both have grown this hatred for each other and want to get some of it out of there system. The other man is facing someone who he cares less about. Just another workout for the week.
XCW is already shaping up to being bigger and better than it’s old form. The star’s have flocked to it like puppies do to their mother’s tit. It is something we all live for. The hardcore, the violence, the blood, and some of us have died for. Bloody Knuckles will be a night that XCW re-stakes it’s claim to fame….

~{ Cameras open inside of diner outside of Birmingham, Alabama. The cameras show it and it seems empty. There are a few patrons most of which are sitting at the bar drinking coffee and chatting about the current president. The front door swings open and everyone turns. The man standing in the door is a stranger to them and they look at him for a minute. The man has on a pair of Adidas running shoes with a pair of black wind breakers. He also has on a wife beater shirt, You can see a lot of visible scars on both of his arms including a huge scare on the outside of his left forearm. He is wearing a blue bandanna over his head. He walk’s over to one of the booth’s and slides in. He look’s at the other patrons who quickly turn back around and don’t want to seem to lock eyes with the stranger. Chris lifts up a menu and begins to look through it. They camera switches over to the front counter where two men and the waitress are whispering.}~

Man 1: Who he?

Man 2: I don’t know I ain’t never seen him be’fore?

Waitress: May’be hes one of dim fugitives dat escaped da jail.

Man 1: Naw they caught dim boys.

Man 2: Mary, I thinks you got to go take his order.

Waitress: I knows, I just not want to.

Man 1: We will watch you,

~{The waitress seems nervous and finally makes her way over. Chris is still looking at the menu and she pull’s her pad out of her apron. She look’s at him for a minute and is waiting for him to look at her. But he never does. She finally starts to speak.}~

Waitress: Can I get ya something mister?

Chris: Coffee,….. Black

Waitress: Nething else?

Chris: Yea, give me a BLT on wheat, A cup of your soup, Two pieces of white toast, a side of coleslaw, a side salad with lite ranch and I’ll get desert later.

Waitress: Wow, dat’s alot of food.

Chris: I know, I’m a growing boy, and I need my energy.

~{Chris smiles real nicely at the waitress as he says that. She sort of giggles a bit as she is writing his order down. She then look’s at him and grins as she walk’s away. She is blushing bright red as she goes back around the counter and passes the order through the window to the cook. She is smiling ear to ear while she is fixing the salad.}~

Man 1: Whad he say to you?

Waitress: Nuffin,

Man 2: He mustuv said somfin. Yous over dar acting all giddy.

Waitress: Aww ya’ll two hush up. You always nosey.

~{The waitress has finished the salad and pop’s two pieces of toast into the toaster. She then gets a soup bowl and dip’s out some soup. She place’s it on the saucer. She then gets a spoon from the rack. She cuts on the water at the sink and rinses it off. She takes a clean paper towel and wipes it off and then sets it on the saucer next to the soup.}~

Man 1: Whatca doin dat for? You never clean my spoon.

Waitress: Dats cause you eat her so much you always have da same one. If you’d go home to yer wife shed cook.

~{The man seems to get upset by the comments and turns towards his buddy. The begin to make small talk and the toast pops up out of the toaster. She gets it and slices it in half. She then places it on a saucer. She grabs a coffee cup and the pot and she places it all on the tray. She walks around the counter back to where Chris Van X is. She places the salad down first and then the soup. She then puts the toast on the table and then the coffee She takes the pot and fill’s the cup up. She smiles at Chris and watches him.}~

Waitress: Is the coffee fresh enough for you?

~{Chris smirks slightly and then look’s at the cup. He reaches over and lift’s it up. He takes a swallow of the coffee and then sets the cup back down. He look’s at the eager waitress and smiles and nod’s at her.}~

Chris: Taste just fine, thank you.

Waitress: Are you sure? If not I can start a fresh pot, I jus usally don’t make fresh coffee this time of day cause only Bill and Jimmy come in her dis time of day.

Chris: No it’s fine.

Waitress: Ok,…. Well um, I’ll bring out your BLT and slaw when it comes up.

~{Chris smiles at her and nods. She then slowly backs away and then walk’s back around to the other side of the counter. Chris lifts up his spoon and start’s to eat his soup. A few minutes pass by and Chris is finished with his soup and salad. He has pushed both plates back to the other side of the table and takes a swallow of his coffee. The waitress turns to the grill cook and yell’s at him.}~

Waitress: Wheres dis mans food at Mike?

Mike: Its coming, I had to cook some fresh bacon.

Waitress: Well hurry up, hes done wit his salad and soup and is hongry.

~{Chris smirks slightly to himself and then just shakes his head. He takes another swallow of his coffee and sits there. He then begins to speak in a soft tone just loud enough for the camera to hear him.}~

Chris: Well it seems that it has grown. From just me and Maddog to Me, Maddog and Denison. I guess the hatred for Maddog is bigger than I thought. But oh well. What must be done must be done. If it’s two of them or just one. I guess someone will have to do it. Someone will have to beat the legacy and the dynasty. It might as well be me.

~{The grill cook finally finishes the order and places it in the window. The waitress quickly grabs the BLT and coleslaw and puts them on her tray where she has the coffee pot ready for a refill. She rushes over to the booth and places the plate in front of Chris, she then refills his cup and is smiling a big smile the whole time.}~

Waitress: How’d you like dat soup?

Chris: Tasted just fine,

Waitress: Good, we make it fresh every morning when I first get in.

Chris: Well you did a fine job on it.

Waitress: Well thank you sir,….. I just wonder, whats yo name?

Chris: My name is Chris,

Waitress: Dat’s a nice name.

Chris: Thanks, What’s yours?

Waitress: Oh it’s just plain and simple Mar-y.

Chris: Mary huh? That’s a nice name Mary.

Mary: Really? You dink so?

Chris: Yes, I do. That was my mothers name.

Mary: Awwww, really?

Chris: Yes it was.

Mary: Well you tell her you meet a gal with the same name as her. We’s got sumfin in common din.

Chris: Well actually Mary my mother passed away.

Mary: Awww’s I sowwy.

Chris: It’s ok, it was a long time ago.

Mary: I’m really sowwy, I’ll let you eat now ok.

Chris: Thank you Mary.

~{Mary walks away from the table and back around to her side of the counter. Chris then lifts up his BLT and takes a bite of it. As he sits there chewing on his food he goes into a dream sequence. He is thinking about the night his mother died.}~

****The dream show’s a young Chris Van X only about thirteen. He is sitting in his room late at night doing his homework. You can hear yelling from the other room. It’s Chris’ mom and dad arguing. Chris walks to the doorway and peaks out his door. He then closes his door and goes back and sits down. After a moment his door cracks open and another child enters the room. This time the child appears to be around eight or nine. It is his little brother Sean.****

Sean: Cwis,

Chris: What Sean? You should be in bed it’s late.

Sean: I cant sleep, Wats momma and daddy yelling for?

Chris: Nothing Sean, they are just talking. Listen why don’t you get up in my bed and I’ll read you a story.

Sean: Ok,

**** Sean climbs up into the bed that belongs to his older brother. Chris walks over to the bookshelf and grabs a children’s book. He then climbs in the bed next to his brother and starts to read. After a few moments you here a loud thud. Then you hear another voice enter the mix. It’s the voice of Chris and Seans oldest brother Jason. Chris look’s at Sean who is very startled. Chris then gets up from the bed and sticks his head out the door. He sees his mother laying in the living room. His dad is standing nearby with a hammer in his hand. Jason stands between his parents and is yelling at his father. Chris shuts the door back and locks it.****

~{Chris snaps back to reality when he is approached by the waitress, all of his food is gone and his coffee cup is empty. She smiles at him and speaks.}~

Mary: Whud you like for desert?

Chris: I think I’ll pass after all. Can I get my check.

Mary: Oh, yea sure, I got it right here.

~{The waitress tears off the check and lay’s it on the table. Chris lifts it up and look’s at it. The total is eight dollars and some change. Chris reaches in his pocket and pull’s out a wad of cash. He pull’s out a twenty and tosses it on the table.}~

Mary: I be right back wit yo change.

Chris: Keep it,

Mary: Are you fo real? Dank you so much.

~{Chris rises from his seat and gets up. He smiles at the waitress once more then makes his way outside. He walk’s up to a black Dodge Ram 1500. He unlocks the door and jump’s in. He cranks the truck up and takes off down the road.}~

Chris: I must admit thing’s at Meltdown got a bit out of hand. I wasn’t planning on getting involved with Denison. He just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Pitty on him for not staying out of the way….. But come Bloody Knuckles he will wish he’d never seen the like’s of me. He may be “The Real Deal” but this ain’t Winn Dixie and I wont be out there trying to earn a paycheck. I’m out there for something even more. I’m out for blood, I wont be holding back. I’m going to bring everything I have and ever have had to the table. My advice for Denison and Maddog is you boy’s best do the same. If not Bloody Knuckles we might just be leaving you guys inside the cathedral.

~{Chris is driving down the road headed towards Atlanta. He reaches into his shirt pocket and pull’s out a cigarette. He places it in his mouth and then gets out his lighter. He lights it up and takes a few drags off of it. He then look’s at the camera.}~

Chris: Now after the little episode that was portrayed on Meltdown between Maddog, Denison and Me. They decided to set Maddog and Denison up in a no holds barred match. But they wanted to make it fair so they booked me in a match with Cyrus the virus….... This punk kid who has never done anything in this sport that anyone can remember. He couldn’t hang with the big boy’s by himself and ran out and joined this group. They called themselves Renegades because they where going to take the UWWF by storm. Sad thing for them the only thing they took was the first train to the bottom and that’s where they stayed. They never made any real impact and they always sucked off the bottom fish claiming to be held down, The thing was they weren’t held down. They just didn’t have the balls to make it to the top where the real players play.

~{Chris takes a few drag’s off his smoke then cracks the window. He flick’s it out the window then roll’s it back up. He rubs the side of his face and then thinks for a moment to himself.}~

Chris: Cyrus on Meltdown, you somehow walked out of the arena with a shot at the Worlds heavyweight champion Titan. It’s amazing to me you managed to win. But I guess when Maddog, Double Lightning and Shocker all come out there it isn’t hard to sneak in and get a pin. So at Bloody Knuckles you get to headline the show with Titan. Company suicide in my opinion. I just hope to god they advertise Maddog, Denison and Me on there in order to actually sell some tickets. Because go knows no one would ever pay to see you headline a event. But that’s neither here or there. You Cyrus will be in the ring with one of the most dangerous men on the face of this earth. I have been through matches that most men are scared to dream of. I have stood evil in the face and laughed when it fell at my feet. First blood will be easy. When I take my fist and slam it across your forehead. But I must admit you do have a advantage. See over the years I have gathered many scars from my previous battles. It will be a lot easier to bust open a old wound for you. Than it will for me to bust open fresh skin. But either way I’ll prevail like I always do.

~{Chris look’s at the road for a few minutes and then smiles. He reaches to his head and pull’s off the bandanna. He tosses it in the seat next to him and his bald head shines in the sunlight. You can see many scars across his head and the stories from each of them seem to scream out at you.}~

Chris: I’m not going to sit and give you a history lesson on who I have faced and beaten. Or who I have battled. Because the book’s are open you can go research it yourself. I’ve beaten more men than you have faced, and I’ve caused more pain than you have seen. I have made Doctors millionaires from the stitch work they get to do after my matches. But nothing I have ever done will hold a light to what I will do at Bloody Knuckles, Cyrus you are not even in my radar screen. You just happen to be a fish out of his tank floating in the sea of great white sharks. It just so happens you got tossed into my part of the sea and I am going to break you in half. Meltdown you will get a beating so severe you may not be able to make it to Bloody Knuckles. Your one chance at gold might bring you up short. You may not make it to the big times. Wait,….. Even if you do go to Bloody Knuckles we all know that there is no chance of you beating Titan. He’ll run over you like freight train over a car stuck on the tracks. Cyrus I will make you bleed, I will hurt you. Then after I get done with you, I’ll go to Bloody Knuckles and handle some long over due business. Cyrus there wont be much left for Titan, But there will be enough for you to crawl to the ring.

Chris: Justin, Maddog boy’s the day’s are numbered. The time table is getting smaller. We will meet in a cathedral. Only one of us will walk away. You can beat that Chris Van X will be one of the one’s who gets to walk out and live to tell the story and fight another day. Bloody Knuckles might be your last match. Don’t ever think for a minute that this will be a light match. That this will be just another show. It’s going to be special. It’s going to be one for the books. Scar’s will be made, memory’s will be started. This will be a night to change our lives. Don’t take it for granted. It just might be your last night to fight.

~{Chris look’s at the camera for a moment. He then look’s back to the road and scratches the side of his face. The camera then fades to black.}~