Nathan: "Hello?...Oh hey Kyle. Hows things?...Good good...Yeah I'm not bad...What do you mean what is my number? Did you forget?...Dammit Kyle...Well come on up to the fifth floor. I will leave the door open slightly...Alright Kyle. See you in a minute"
(Nathan hangs the phone up and shakes his head)
Nathan: "Big lug"
(Nathan gets off of his stool and walks across to the door. He sets it slightly ajar before wandering into the bedroom, where he grabs a pair of faded black jeans from of the end of his bed and put's them on. He walks back into the living room and sits back down to finish his cereal. After a little while a knock is heard on the door, just as Nathan finishes his cereal. Nathan swallows the last spoonfull and calls out)
Nathan: "Come in Kyle, and shut the door"
(In to the room steps a huge guy, at least 6' 10" and looks to be around 300lbs, with long black hai tied into a ponytail, a short black goatee and moustache and wearing a long black leather trenchcoat as well as a black t-shirt and black combat trousers. He is in fact one half of the one time UWF Tag Team Champions, Khaos. He steps into the room and takes his trenchcoat off, hanging it up on a coat rack by the door. Nathan stands up and goes other to the big guy, giving him a handshake. Both guys smile)
Nathan: "What the hell you been up to Kyle? I ain't heard from you in almost a month now!"
(Kyle smiles and goes over to the couch. He sits down as Nathan joins him)
Kyle: "Well after the whole fiasco at UCWF with our PPV match me and Beast took a break. We have just been chilling and relaxing. I heard you got offered a contract with ULW. I also heard that you have got an Internation title match this week. Congrats dude"
(Nathan smiles)
Nathan: "Cheers Kyle. Dunno why I even got given this match, but I must have impressed someone. I keep gettinggiven title opportunities, but they keep getting screwed up.All throughout UCWF I was given title shots, mainly against Derek. All but one were losses because of him, the other was a loss beause of Magnum. My Hardcore Title match against DDJ, Derek stuck his nose in a ruined my chance. Then for two months me and him beat each other down, all the while though the title remained his, until he lost it to Killjoy, with my help though.The the only International Title match I have been in. Me versus Killjoy versus Psycho"
(Nathan stands up and goes to the kitchen area. He goes to the fridge and pulls out two bottles of budweiser. He opens them on the edge of the breakfast bar and walks back over to Kyle to sit down. He offers Kyle one, who nods and takes it from him. They both take swigs as Nathan thinks back to that International Title match)
Nathan: "That was one of the closest matches in a long while, and how did it end? With me chasing Magnum up the stage after he nailed Psycho with the M-Line, leaving Killjo to get the pinfall. I made a stupid mistake then, but I won't make it again. I took my eye off the match, but never again. This is my opportunity to prove myself"
Kyle: "Nathan, why do you need to prove yourself? You got the contract, you have the match. You push yourself every week and yet still strive for recognition? Why? I know how good you are, why don't you?"
(Nathan sighs to himself. He takes a swig of his budweiser and looks over at Kyle)
Nathan: "I don't know Kyle. I just never seem to achieve what I want. I always come within reach, but it slips away at the last second. Look at UPWF. I was there for a fortnight and I had an opportunity to become the World Champion. What happened? The damn place has to close, I never found out why, and I have to start all over again UCWF was the next place. I came close so many times to beating Derek, but he managed to turn the tables at the vital moment.It still gets to me everytime. The amount of times opportnity slipped away because of him"
(Kyle looks at Nathan, his face filled with anger. He puts the bottle down on the table with a thump)
Kyle: "Nathan, will you forget about Derek fucking Steel?!? You have bigger fish to fry. You have to start focussing on Sean Johnson. I thought I knew you better than this. You are the guy that can take all the flak from his opponent, and then get in that ring focussing on one thing. Victory. This week you are facing Sean Johnson, and I saw your piece. I saw you lay out all the facts for him, and he will have a lot to be thinking about. So quit worrying about a guy that isn't even on the same show as you and start worrying about where you are going to keep your new Internation Title. Got that Nathan?"
(Nathan looks over to Kyle and lets out a slight smile. He takes a swig of beer)
Nathan: "I guess your right Kyle. You always seem to know what to say, and when to say it"
Kyle: "What are friends for?"
Nathan: "Your right Kyle. I need to forget about Derek Steel, and I need to concentrate on my match. I have a chance to walk in Nathan Creed, and to walk out Nathan Creed, Internation Champion. Sean Johnson will be ready, but he won't be prepared. He has hi friends with him now, but he has to choose between keeping them and throwing them awayfor someone like Sheryl Marie Gray"
(Kyle laughs to himself)
Kyle: "Yeh but not matter what he is gonna be stuck with that flea ridden, mangy, ball of fur that he calls poopers the cat. I men it looks like he drowned it, and probably should try again"
(Nathan starts laughing too. He takes a swig of his bottle of bus, now half full, and places it on the table)
Nathan: "You know something Kyle, Sean proabaly hasn't even started to think about this match yet. He is probabl sittng around with tht mangy ball of fluff worrying about whether he should stick with his friends or not. That worries me Kyle. It worries me that he can't focus on the task in hand, and would rather worry about this stupid proposition. He should be getting ready, worrying about me. It's not like I am some fresh faced rookie, just stepped out of the gym and into a pair of tights for the frst time. I am Nathan Creed, a name tht will soon be synomonous with the Internation Title, and Sean had better realise there is very little he can do to stop me from beating him at this moment. I am on a roll, and regardless of what Sean thinks I am as good, if not better, than him. Sean has kept quiet most of this weekend, but I hope he finds his voice soon enough"
(Nathan laughs to himself)
Nathan: "Or he will be on the recieving end of Total Domination, Courtesy of Nathan Creed"
(Nathan strokes his chin as he and Kyle grab their bottles of beer. Then he and Kyle start to talk about nothing in particular as the scene fades away)
