Bartender: You guy’s excited about the tournament finishing up?

Guy: Yea, I’m still a bit pissed though,

Bartender: Why’s that?

Guy: I just know that this might be the last time we see the UWWF in Viking Hall,

Bartender: Yea, that’s true. But we need to go and show our support.

Guy 2: I’ve got ticket’s already, can’t wait to see Maddog rip the head off that Murphy Law,

Guy: Derrick Hall and Danny Polar is going to be a classic for sure.

Guy 2: Yea, it is.

Bartender: Yea, but nothing will compare to the main event. Ultra hardgore, Good lord someone will be going home in a body bag.

Guy: Who you got winning that match?

Bartender: Chris Van X without a doubt,

Guy 2: Puh-lese, Titan is going to destroy him.

Bartender: son you have got to be out of your mind,

Guy 2: Well if your so sure, Put your money where your mouth is.

Bartender: Alright how much?

Guy 2: Fifty buck’s.

Bartender: Alright, fifty.

~{The bartender reaches into his tip jar and pull’s out a wad of cash, he grab’s a four ten’s and two five’s. The guy has also dug into his wallet and got out a crisp fifty dollar bill.}~

Guy: I’ll be the witness, Buck is picking Chris Van X, and James is picking Titan correct?

Buck (Bartender): Yep,

James (Guy 2): That’s right, and if it’s ok with you Stephen gets to hold the money.

Buck: fine by me,

Stephen (Guy): Fine by me to,

~{The two men hand there money over to Stephen, he take’s and fold’s the bill’s up and place’s it in his shirt pocket. From the other side of a bar you hear a loud cheer and a bunch of hello’s and so forth. The bartender and the two men turn to see what is going on and when they do they see Chris Van X walking in. He has on some black Nike shoes, some white tear away wind breakers and a sleeveless “Maddog The Hardcore Legend” shirt. He also has on a black backwards Nike ball cap. He shake’s hand’s with a few people as he is making his way to the bar.}~

Buck: Here comes my money in the bank now, Hope you’ll excuse me boy’s.

~{Buck smiles at his two buddies and turn’s around to the other side of the bar, Chris Van X is a few feet away signing a autograph, He hand’s the pen and magazine back to the girl who was waiting and then he smiles at her. He then walk’s over and sits down on the stool. The bartender smiles at hi and shake’s his hand.}~

Buck: Live and in living color, where you been at my friend?

Chris: Here, there and everywhere. How’s is hanging Buck?

Buck: Not too bad what can I get for you?

Chris: Ehh, just a Miller,

Buck: What no Jim Bean?

Chris: Nah, trying to take it easy with that stuff, You know after all that went on,

Buck: Ahh yea,…. I’ll be right back with the beer.

~{Buck turn’s and goes over to fix the beer, Chris look’s around the bar for a minute then look’s at a television screen which is showing a clip of the Snakepit. Chris roll’s his eye’s as Buck comes back over with the beer.}~

Chris: Thanks man,

Buck: No problem,…. So how you been?

Chris: Not too bad,

Buck: Talked to your brother lately?

Chris: Not since around January, Why?

Buck: Just wondering, he comes in now and then.

Chris: Oh, He doing any better?

Buck: Nah, I had to call a cab for him last weekend,

~{Chris look’s down at his napkin and then take’s a long slow swallow of his beer. Buck sees the mood in Chris is unsettling after he has heard this news and try’s to change the subject.}~

Buck: He was here for Bloody Knuckles though.

Chris: Heh, he was cheering for Maddog all night I’m sure.

Buck: Actually no, He was rather quite but he did mumble for you to get up a few times, and did slam his beer down when Maddog tossed you in the casket.

Chris: Must have been drunk as a skunk,

Buck: Actually no , He drank two beer’s and left. Walked out on his own.

~{Chris kinda gazes off towards another television which is showing a old match between DeGenR8 and Silver. He then take’s a swallow off his beer and look’s back at the bartender.}~

Chris: You coming to the show tomorrow night?

Buck: Nah gotta work here. But we will be showing it on both big screens and every other set in the building.

Chris: That’s cool, it feel’s good to be back in Philly.

Buck: You ready for your match?

Chris: Yea, I am.

Buck: You been at the gym?

Chris: Everyday this week and twice Saturday

Buck: Good I got fifty buck’s ridin’ on ya. I hope you can pull it off.

Chris: Money in the bank buck, money in the bank.

~{Chris take’s his beer and turn’s it up and finishes off. He then sets it back down then goes reaching for his wallet. Buck takes the empty glass and hold’s his hand up at him.}~

Buck: It’s on the house Chris,

Chris: I appreciate it Buck, I’ll come by after tomorrow night,

Buck: Alright, Talk to you later

~{Chris step’s up from his seat and shake’s hand’s with Buck. He then turn’s and starts to make his way to the door. A few people shake his hand on his way out. He finally exit’s and makes his way over to his Jeep. He jump’s in and start’s to drive down the road.}~

Chris: Few more hours….. Then I will be one step closer. One step closer to the spot that I rightfully deserve, One step closer to beating Jeremy Clarkson, and becoming the King of Hardcore…… Cyrus, Titan you boy’s have been running your mouth about this and that. Acting as if you both have what it take’s to be the king. See you can’t just be good for this tournament and then once you win go back to your old way’s. You have to fight week in and week out as the “KING”. You have to put on the same level of show every week. Not just once in a blue moon. See Jeremy Clarkson has been a great king. He has defeated everyone who has come against him, he has held on to his world’s title. He has lead UWWF and now lead’s XCW. He is truly a great king. But as the Lakers Dynasty know’s all great thing’s must come to a end.

Chris: Titan for you this is your second chance. So you have already proven you don’t deserve to be the king, and you don’t belong in this tournament. But either Maddog felt sorry for you, or he is trying to keep me out of the final’s, But either way you have got another shot. Let me say this. It will be your last. Not only will I beat you,. I will humiliate you. I heard you say that me and Cyrus respect you? Let me say this, until the day you prove to be a man, Your just like the drug dealers, the thief’s, the drunk’s and just like Power and Glory, your not worth the toilet paper I wipe with. On Meltdown inside that steel cage. I am going to make you wish you never signed a contract, In this world there are men who do what they say, and say what they will do. Titan when it comes down to it, can you do what you say? Because so far you have only talked. You have never shown anything except your world title win, to prove that you are a force. And until you do prove something, you need to stay at home. Titan ultra hard-gore. This match is made for me, it’s what I do best. Titan you can’t claim to be something your not. So don’t claim it…….

~{Chris reaches over into his center consul and pull’s out his smoke’s. He then fumble’s around for his lighter but cant find it. Then he decides to use the one in the car. He pop’s it in and after a brief few seconds it pop’s out. He grab’s it and hold’s it up to the end of the cigarette. You see the orange flame come bright as he inhales. He then puts it back down and takes a drag off his smoke.}~

Chris: Now to my other opponent, never mind the fact that he just did one of the worst interview’s in front of a audience I have ever seen. But he is so full of miss information that I’d rather believe a crack addict whore than anything he say’s. For instance let’s just start off where he said that he doesn’t need faction’s or group’s to watch his back. Heh just a few week’s ago you claimed that you are the one who started the Renegades, Now which is it Cyrus? Are you a person with or without a group? Right now you don’t have one. But when the going gets tough what will you do? Go run off to your buddy Acid? Go call up Derrick Hall? Don’t try and make yourself into something your not. Then you went out and you claimed you took Sean Van X out of this sport….. If my memory serves me correctly and it always does, Sean Van X had you knocked out on the mat and was about two feet away from having his hand’s on that title, when your little buddy Acid whacked him in the back of the head with a chair. Then he proceeded to beat the crap out of the two of you and he walked out on his own two feet while you two where left laying out cold…… Then three week’s later he teamed with me and the two of us beat the Purveyors of Perfection in one of the most hardcore and sadistic matches in UWWF history, and we captured the tag team titles. Then not to mention after that he wrestled another three or four matches before his buddy’s Jack Daniels, Jim Bean and good ole Captain Morgan took him out. So don’t sit there and claim you took him out. Also you claimed to hold a clean victory over Maddog. But last time I checked I came out and knocked Maddog flat on his back, and then and only then you where able to beat him.

Chris: Cyrus you claim you have been to the arena in Philly where we will be wrestling at? That you have wrestled in that ring and throughout the entire arena? Well wake up dumb*ck, We all have Viking Hall is the home of UWWF or where you to stupid to get the dildo out to realize that. But it doesn’t matter, Ultra hardgore, barb-wire, tacks, glass, steel tip Singapore cane, sythe, explosives cacti. Someone is going home and wont be back for a long time. And me,…. I’ll go on to the next round and then the next. Because neither Titan, Cyrus or the both of them together can stop me from achieving greatness.

~{Chris take’s one more long drag off his cigarette, He then roll’s down his window and flick’s the butt out. The camera fade’s as you see the cigarette butt land on the side of the road.}~