His destination isn't far from his home. He drives a few miles and then pulls into the parking lot of a Starbucks coffee shop, and puts it in park, and then gets out and walks towards the coffee shop and enters. College students are scattered about, either working on their lap tops, or combing through text books and their notes. Anthoni walks immediately past the counter, straight to the rear of the building, where he seats himself on a leather couch, across from an individual dressed in formal business attire, complete with neck tie.

"So, you finally decided to show up. A minute later, and I would have left," the figure says, putting his newspaper down on the coffee table.

"What can I say, I was sleeping like a baby," Anthoni replies with a smile, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Excuses are like assholes, everyone has one. Regardless, you're here now, and that is what counts. I assume you've heard about what happened?"

"Yeah, Jeff told me. It is a shame when someone has to burn someone's business down just to try and get into their adversary's mind. What has this world come to," Anthoni asks rhetorically.

"The important thing is, I was able to get him off of those murder charges. Had he not been able to contact me, you would not be seeing him around, I can assure you," the figure declares, taking a sip of his iced coffee.

"All of that aside, what brings you here? I thought you were through with the business for good," Anthoni inquires, with a tone of curiosity.

"I am through with the competition aspect of the business, however, I have decided that for the sake of the family, I should continue to guide the careers of my brothers," he answers in a serious tone.

"Well, I gotta say, it sure is nice to have you back," Anthoni says with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Cut the crap, Anthoni. While you've yet to lose in the WWA, you're bound to make a mistake sooner or later. Rather than allow you to screw yourself in your upcoming World Championship match with Chris Wall, I intend to prevent that from happening. The first thing we need to work on is that arrogance of yours. Sure, it has paid off these past two weeks, but confidence isn't enough to win championships. You need to have presence of mind enough to realize that your opponent will be just as confident, and that he will be doing anything to walk out with that World Championship still around his waist," the figure says sternly.

"Whatever you say, boss," Anthoni replies, even more sarcastically.

"Keep that attitude up, and you'll lose for sure. Remember what happened when got cocky in the UCWF World Title tournament? Sure you won your match, but karma bit you in the ass and as a result, you were put out of action for the rest of the tournament and then some."

"It wasn't karma, it was Jeff. Jeff took me out, out of jealousy for what I have become...something he's never been and never will be...truly happy," Anthoni replies with a degree of disdain in his voice.

"Were you really happy, Anthoni? Kylie left you, did she not? She saw you for what you really were, a leech, sucking the life out of her..."

Anthoni cuts him off.

"Shut the hell up! She left me AFTER Jeff had taken me out, and you know it! Which only further proves my point that Jeff was jealous me, if he couldn't have happiness, he wanted to assure that I didn't as well."

"That still doesn't justify the fact that you started popping pills and guzzling alcohol on a daily basis. He may have injured you, but you were killing your career yourself..."

"What else could I have done? The love of my life left me when I needed her most..."

"Precisely my point, you were needy, unable to really take care of yourself. I really hope you've grown up since then."

"You're a fine one to talk, BRO! You were faking death on a daily basis, just so that you could come back time after time to be the center of attention..."

"I was fighting for something, you know that. I had to get my daughter back from that bastard Priest..."

Anthoni goes to slap the guy across the face, only to have his hand caught in the figure's tight grip. He twists Anthoni's wrist rather hard, bringing Anthoni to his knees.

"Don't you ever try that again, Anthoni, I will kill you! Got that?"

"Yeah, bro, I got it...Now get your hands off of me!"

The figure releases his grip on Anthoni, who quickly gets up, and starts to walk away.

"We'll be meeting again, Anthoni. I've got your number. Be expecting to hear from me soon."

Anthoni keeps walking, but stops at the counter to order a banana mocha frappe. Just as soon as he gets it, he exits the coffee shop. He takes a long sip of his drink, and begins to think out loud.

"It appears as though I have awakened a sleeping beast, that being Tyson Deadwood. I heard what you said, Man Mountain, and I couldn't help but laugh. You say that I refocused you, helped you to realize that you were all talk. That's all fine and dandy, I'm glad I could help. But you see, when you attacked me during my match with Sweet Justice, you crossed the line. You went from being an all-talk, no-action International Chump, to being a coward. While you may have gotten up the nerve to finally attempt to back up your talk, but you also did it while I was exhausted from my match. You want me in the ring again, Deadwood? One thing, next time, tell me to my face. And two, don't you remember what happened last time? Your fat ass passed out, and don't think it won't happen again."

"Sweet Justice, what did I tell you was going to happen? You came into this match making the same mistake that Tyson Deadwood did, and look what happened? I came out on top. Yes, it realize it was a win by disqualification, however, don't think that I couldn't have beaten you legitimately. Anytime that you want to step back in that ring with me, and find out who the better man is, just let me know."

"And that brings me to this week. I've got the pleasure to do battle with none other than Dave Wilson's very own flesh and blood, Nate Wilson. You know, you remind me a lot of someone...yes, it's true. You remind me of my opponent from last week Sweet Justice, who did the same thing that you did. You, just like he did, decided to try and show how much of a big man you are, by using some peon in an attempt to symbolize what you were going to do to your opponent last week...Newsflash, buddy, he kicked your ass! So much for bringing honor back to the family name, eh?"

"I wouldn't count on regaining your family's dignity this week either. Next week is Destiny, and I'll be taking my spot at the top of the WWA. But to get there, I'll to ascend one more step, and that would be you, Nate Wilson. You're all that stands between the World Championship and I, and at Sin, you'll find out exactly why I am the number one contender."

"Nate, what makes you think that you can beat me? Is it because of the pride you feel for your family? Is it that you feel you must redeem yourself to your brother? You know, you and I actually have that in common. My brother Rayne is who gave me my start in this business, and look where I am today? I'm dominating the WWA. I guess your brother didn't do very well by you, seeing as how all you're doing is solving his petty little problems. Don't worry, one of these days you'll get it right...just not this week."

"That's the one thing that makes us different. I am very much my own person, fighting my own battles, for my own causes and personal gain. You, on the other hand, are kissing your brother's ass, fighting his battles, for his causes and personal gain. Have you ever thought about what's in it for you? Have you not realized that you are merely a pawn in his and DLS' power trip? I suppose that shows how badly you want to make it in this business, I mean, you're prostituting yourself to DLS and your brother Dave. If you're not smart enough to realize that they're just using you to do their dirty work, then I guess I'll have to show you how strong my pimp hand is at Sin."

Anthoni finishes his drink, and climbs back into his truck. He starts his truck, but before buckling up, he packs his can of dip and throws a fat pinch of tobacco into his lip, and then puts the can in the cup holder. He spits into the coffee cup, and then drives off down the road...

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