Huh? What....what's going on? Where am I? What the hell is this?

*Dusty's mental thought process was swarming with numbers of possible answers to all his questions, but as for right now, he finds himself in the middle of a forest. It is dark out, pitch black except for the half moon that fills this night's sky. He looks at his surroundings, fearful, because the last image in his mind was Gregory Dixson, his best friend, they were at the local bar playing a game of pool, and now here he is, in the middle of a strange, unknown enviornment. He searches around for any signs of life but finds none, until moments later, a wolf comes walking toward him, slowly, but steadily, as if measuring Dusty up for a wolf dinner. Dusty spots the creature and slowly paces backward before finding his ending point when his back bumps into a tree. Suddenly, the wolf begins to speak.*

Hello, Dusty J.

Huh? How the hell do you know my name? And how the hell can you talk?

Sometimes Dusty, the mind can play devious tricks on you, you know this is a dream right? But pssst, don't let that get to your brain so quickly, we're just getting started. My name is Corey, Corey the Wolf.

Corey the Wolf? Like Corey Morrison? The EFW wrestler? You've got to be kidding me. You're an animal, not a person.

My dear Dusty, i've not neglected to tell you that this is a dream, have I? I've told you that already, so when something that you can't possibly believe comes up, well, believe it. You see DHW boy, i'm here to do what i'll do outside of this fantasy world, and that's take you out.

Take me out? Wha...why?

Because, don't you get it? Have you even been listening to me? I guess my point has yet again been proven. You see Dusty, your focus is turned exclusively towards those guys you used to compete against in DHW, and need I remind you that this isn't DHW. I'm a serious contender damnit! But do you even go as far as to acknowledge me? No! What the hell is the matter with you? I'm the destiny of EFW and you won't even admit that I exist! But I exist now don't I? Look at me, a real, living, breathing wolf.

You already said that this was all a dream, you're not real, you're not living, nor breathing.

Do you know what they say about people dying in their own dreams? They say that somebody close to them dies. In some instances, the dreamer has even died himself, not knowing that when he fell asleep, he would be falling into everlasting slumber. Dusty J, you're about to find out firsthand.

*Quickly, without warning, The Wolf leaps towards Dusty. He moves and The Wolf uses his paws to jump away from the tree. Dusty begins running as fast as he can, making sure he stays a safe distance away from this beast. However, The Wolf is extremely fast and pounces Dusty from behind, sending him crashing into the ground. Dusty quickly kicks the wolf straight in the eyes. The Wolf begins to shake violently, trying to restore his vision, while Dusty gets up and runs. He finds a log cabin and tries the front door, and to his amazement, it's open. He goes in and quickly locks to door. He lies on the floor, trying to maintain his breathe, when something is pressed up against his temple. He looks up to see a man in a cowboy hat, holding a shotgun.*

Get up. Get up.

*Dusty gets to his feet slowly. He turns toward the man so now the barrel of the gun is pointing directly in the middle of his forehead.*

Dusty J I presume. You know something Dusty, i've seen you. I've seen you try and talk about the Rising Dreams tournament, trying to prove that you're some bigshot just because you're a # 1 seed. Well that dont mean shit to me. You see, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dirk Bentley. You may not know my name, but..

I've seen you. I saw what you had to say right before I went to bed.

Oh really? Refreshing. So now you're going to acknowledge that I exist huh? What's the matter pussy? Afraid that i'm going to beat you so bad in that tournament final that you wet yourself even thinking of getting into the ring with me? Is that it? ANSWER ME!

I'm not afraid of you Bentley. I'm not afraid at all. And as for what your real life counterpart said about me hiding, that's not true either.

Oh it's not? Well excuse me, but I find that hard to believe. After all, i'm the most talented wrestler in this company and i'm going to be shooting straight to the top of this Rising Dreams tournament, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

You can shoot to the top of your bracket all you want Bentley, but Dusty J lays down for nobody, and that's the only way you'll be defeating me.

Just like I said earlier, overlooking the competition, you're never going to get anywhere by doing that.

It isn't overlooking, Mr. Bentley, it's called 'confidence in my own ability'. Something you must have a lot of, afterall, you're a big man aren't you? It must take a lot of courage and skill to hold a gun to my head.

*Bentley drops the gun infront of Dusty to show that he isn't afraid nor unconfident. The two men then lock eyes and engage in a staredown before there is a beating on the door.*

Open up! Open up right this minute!

Who is it?

Just let me in!

Not until you tell me who the hell you are!

Don't worry about pety details like that, just let me in and I promise you will have nothing to worry about.

How can I be certain that I can trust you? A stranger who knocks at my door without detailing who one is?

Because i'm here for the same reason you're here in this world, to take out Dusty J.

*Bentley smiles. He looks towards Dusty and kicks him in the groin, sending Dusty to his knees, damn, cowboy boot groin shots hurt a lot. Bentley opens the door and in strolls The Wolf. The Wolf slowly walks over to Dusty. Dusty gets up, still in obvious pain. He backs into a wall and looks at the two.

Now it looks like i've got you right where I want you. Now I can destroy you!

HEY! Wait a damn minute Wolf. This is my place, i'm the one that's going to be going to the finals and beating him. It's only appropriate that I destroy him. Not you.

*The Wolf turns around and looks at Bentley. He glares at him menacingly, Dirk returns the favor.*

You are aware Mr. Bentley, that if we meet in this Rising Dreams tournament, it would be in the Bracket 2 finals, with the winner advancing to the title match. It's obvious that you cannot defeat me. I'm the Destiny of the EFW, and nothing interferes with Destiny.

Destiny huh? Well we'll just see about that.

*Bentley goes to pick up his gun, but The Wolf jumps on him. The two begin to struggle for their own survival against each other as plates, pans, and other objects begin crashing down from their spots. Dusty look on in astonishment at the two. He then looks over at the gun. He crawls over to the gun and points it at the two wrestling and fires two bullets, one hitting each of their heads. The two collapse onto the ground, blood gushing from their craniums. Dusty drops the gun and runs out of the cabin as fast as he can. Outside, it is still the same as it was when he entered, a dark, desserted forest. Dream Dusty then looks directly into where a camera lense would be, right where the real Dusty can make out his words perfectly.*

Dusty, the purpose of this dream was to educate you. For not only are TJ RocKer, Chris Aurileo, and Peligro after you, but everybody else as well. You're the person that everybody is out for, and while I may have survived this dream, you must also survive the real life Rising Dreams tournament. The two wrestlers depicted in this dream are out for you, gunning for you. They feel they have lacked the concern and respect of you. Well, you thought me up, and this little scenario, so I guess you did finally show your concern which they long awaited. Good look Dusty. I'll see you tomorrow night, when that head hits the pillow.

*Dream ends.*