Sudden Death

Night fell quickly, the sun left been a large storm behind in it's wake, a heavy snow storm. It was also cold as you can guess, very cold for someone to not wear any sleeves, but there was a tall man standing in the middle of the road with just a sleeveless overcoat. You could have see his warmth coming out since his breath was visible. It created the appearance that he's smoking something like cigarette, but in truth the man doesn't have anything to smoke. The snow began to pile up on his shoulders, stick and then melt to his exposed arms. You could see a small vein of water running down the muscular arms to the knuckles, then dripping down to the ground. Yet he stood firm and strong to the cold and the wetness of winter as if deifying nature himself. He gave a threatening tone to himself, as if he was nothing more than a savage beast wanting to kill. Around his waist, something shined vigorously since it is composed of gold. At the top in bold letters, ICW was engraved, and underneath a little ways was World Heavyweight Championship in smaller print. Yet only one thing that could match the luminosity of the belt, it was the man's bald head. His emerald eyes stared off into the distance, as if he was looking at something he truly despised with all his heart.

His name was Xander Valentine, a six foot nine inches monster, weighing in at three-hundred-and-six-one pounds. He was a wrestler, working for the wrestling promotion, ICW. From the grand appearance of the belt, you could tell he must be good. It's true, since the title wrapped around his waist meant he was the best. Yet it almost symbolized the long road he took to reach this climax under the alias of Sudden Death. He was not twig to be easy snap, yet a gigantic boulder, troublesome almost impossible to move out the way. For the past three and an half months, he been the champion. However, the sport he is so good at, is almost never clean. It involves dirty politics, and heated blood-filled feuds that engulf the entire game. Although it could be tough at times, Sudden Death is still here with only few scars except for a deep rift in his heart. For the owner of ICW has token something that belonged to him, something that was part of him. Sudden Death wanted her back, but without a scar on her precious body. It has been more than two months since she been gone, and he still is left out in the cold, wanting her to warm his life back up.

In a desperate attempt to push SD over the edge, Clash has took her late September to weaken him enough to lose to Charisma. Nothing has changed in those two months, he is still without her, and James Clash still has her. He have her bonded probably down in the basement, raping her every night in spite or for pleasure. He has admitted it, but it just have been meant as a evil taunt to wound SD some more. Then he went another step further, he have threaten to murder him unless he retain his championship belt. Why? So the monster that the crowd loves, will bring in the money to sasifty Clash's greed. Even if Sudden Death is going to try to do this deed anyway, all Clash has done to help him out is to weigh his shoulders down. Yet one element is to his aid, the combustible resource of anger. Rage has made him driven as much as love, and  now he will never lose the match if it goes his way. At Dead Presidents, for granted he will fight the hardest he has ever done just to keep her alive. It isn't no longer about keeping his title, it has gotten a lot personal than that.

As the thought of her, even one as simple as her name, anger is shown through the face. His teeth were shown as if he was nothing but a growling dog. His eyes look deeper, and it seemed like a flame burned inside each one. His cheeks tighten with his jaws into a fearsome look. His body too, show signs, his muscles flexed into a large heap. The veins in his arms popped out, and his breathing got heavier. Taking everything away from him at this spot, will mean he is still alone. It doesn't matter, if he had the belt, who would he enjoy the spoils of victory with? He was at a total lost, and now that he knew that Clash would kill him will make his scheme to save her, a bad choice. So all he did was standing in the street during a heavy snow storm in deep thought. As his anger slowly leaked out, the storm became more furious.

Xander was in the middle of a white suburbia, looking down the street where he once lived after he left his uncle's house for good. He lived in a small house in front of him, he noticed how much it changed during his absence. The house was no longer small, it must had many additions, and there were even an swimming pool in the back. Nothing like the old house, the old house that he knew. The house wasn't painted red, instead it had the creamy color of siding. The driveway wasn't just a bunch of rubble, now it had been pave over. A small row of bushes sat in front of the window of where his family room was. He knew the swimming pool took the place where he had his basketball hoop. In the course of six years, this house has turned into a stranger. This made SD wondered why did he come here, when he knew it will be different. The thought of changes just made him go back to think about her.

Sudden Death sighed, trying to release himself from thinking about her. "Clash. How could someone like you have such a blackheart? Are you a human or a demonic monster that pleasures in causing suffering? You are a evil man, I despise you more than anyone else on this planet. You're a vampire that enjoys sucking sadness as if it is blood. You took one of the few things that make me happy, and threaten to murder her. You want to know why I have been doing so well, isn't it too coincidental that when I stole Lynn from you, I got a lot better. It was her that calmed me into a thinking man, I could control my rage, and turn it into a weapon. A weapon that has slain Hektik, Lee Stone, Charisma, Iron Head, and John Payne. Without her, I'm slowly crumbling away. My control on life seems to slip always over time. You want me to make money, than give her back to me... I need her for success..."

"But you can wait after my title match, I need her not to defeat such a low-life like X-treme. He's just man who enjoys to lie about his accomplishments. We all know that is spreads falsehood to make himself look so good. Him winning the tag team titles is of course, bullshit. He only won it once, never anymore than that. He goes bragging about how he held the title more than anyone else, yet he forget about me. I held it as many times as him. Why does he make a big deal about those titles anyway, compared to the belt that been mine over the past three or four months, they are trash metal. The extreme title has been always crap, and it been for unskilled wrestlers. I was once an unskillful wrestler that needed weapons to win, but not anymore because I'm the best. You're probably wondering why I can say that. You see, World Champ means best in the world. You understand that? Even a idiotic juggalo like you can understand some of the most logical explanations in the world. Also, big deal you were a semi-finalist in the King of the Cage tournament. To have gain the title, I had to beat the winner. A man you know as Lee Stone, who you lost to so many times it's not even one bit funny. It's just sad now. You are so low in the world. You consider yourself great, but guess what you're nothing. You just some guy that keep on the roster who happens to win a title once in awhile, and it only the really shitty ones too. Get it through your head, you can't beat me. We all know you can't. You tapped out Payne, big frecking deal. You didn't wore down Payne, Runik wore down Payne. You beat Double L, even if I look at Larry as one of the greats, doesn't mean he has been outdated by people like me. To make yourself feel better, you made up a totally bogus website, and wrote up a second grade level article on how you're better than me. Where ever I go, I hear people saying I'm going to tear you to shreds. You heard Clash, I'm a man that bring the money in. I guess you should be thanking me for letting you make a living."

"You also said I better not say "I have beaten you before" because you have defeated me. Let me say something, brav-fucking-o for being a hypocatic. I'm not stuck in the past, all I care for is the future and present. I know I can beat you not just because defeated you in the past, but because I have evolve. I look down at you, really I do. I taken giant leaps of improvement in my talent, but you haven't really gone anywhere. You're just a joke, a person who can't improve because he's too much of a egomaniac to realize he's a bad wrestler. You were lucky to win, you were actually smart enough to find a spot in that match to steal the win. We all known Scurge Runik or John Payne vs. Myself would be a much better match than me defending my championship against you. Hell, most of the talent could bring more heat into this match than you. For god's sake if Sabbath was still around, people would rather see someone who has protenial against someone so great as I than someone who lacks both talent and protenial vs. me. It's just simple logic to know that, but if you have a problem visualizing that. Look into the mirror, and you will see why none gives you any respect. You see people to respect lairs, yet alone people who lie about their accomplishments and except credit. You are also at a disadvantage, I got everything on the line, and you got nothing at all. I have my love and my title being risked here. I'm going to work more than twice as hard to grantee that I come out as the victor. Even if I don't need to put half my normal effort in a one-sided match, so poor you."

"I know you like to calling me Sudden Shits, but you think a juvenile insult like that will hurt my feelings. You're just making yourself look bad, and plus you're showing that you lack creativity to come up insults. IT proves that you juggalos share just more than your beds together, you share insults as well. That right, you took it from your dear friend Firestorm, and if anyone was a paper champ it would be him. The man chickened out, so afraid to defend his title. You think the fans are behind you, hell no, look around and listen. They all cheering for me, we all know it. I don't blame them, who would they pick a man that has more emotions, and more depth or a man that is nothing but a clown. They been behind since Charisma and I began to really go at war with each other. Now you going to be Clash's puppet by being the one to beat to keep Lynn alive. People don't like puppets, they lack heart... anyway you maybe a little faster than me but hell you won't match my skills until you actually realize that you aren't all you hype yourself to be. So come Dead Presidents, you will have no chance competing against me."

"There is another match that have to peak my interest, whose going to come up next to face me. Both man, I dislike. One I disliked in the past, the other I dislike now. Razor and I fought early in my career, and Runik is Clash's new golden boy. It doesn't really matter to me, who faces it me... all that does is that I have beaten both before. I defeated Razor in a lost esipode of Red Alert, in a best three out of five tables match. Runik on the other hand, I have defeated twice and he only have beaten me twice. Runik cheated the last beat me, and Charisma helped me out too. Yet I have beaten both Runik, and Charisma in an handicap match, so it seems like this will be a easy challgener. All I know for sure, that they must be prepare to lose something once I finish X-treme off for good.... that the end is near for my rivals, for them will be dead like George Washington, and President Lincoln."

Sudden Death turned around, and began walking down the snow covered road, leaving behind footprints in the snow. He dissappears behind a massive amount of falling snow as the snow even became more terrible. We leave this place to somewhere else and take us to something of interest.

X-Treme

There are many things to be feared in this world. Terrorists, Serial Killas, Gangstas, and Rapists. One thing that I am not scared of in the least however, is Monsters...

**The Scene opens up on a bridge crossing over the Mississippi River, there is snow pouring down from the skys above. A man can be seen sitting on the edge of the bridge looking down into the rough waters below. The man stands up and begins walking back and forth across the thin guard rail on the bridge. As the camera gets closer we can see that the man is wearing nothing but a Minnesota Wild Hockey Jersey and a pair of Cargo Jeans. He has dreadlocks in his hair and they are standing on end. He turns around and we can see that it is X-Treme. He is wearing his black and white facepaint. He sees the camera and he motions for the camera to come to him. With choppy steps the camera moves over the deep snow to the point where X-Treme is standing. The camera slowly but surely gets nearer X-Treme. He begins talking to it.**

X-Treme: You're late, Oh well. It has given me time to reflect over what is happening lately in my life. You see, the way I see it, this is all to an appropriate a location for me to talk about my match with Sudden Death.

X-Treme: You see, this is the bridge above the mighty Mississippi River. I am standing here on the bridge above it. I am at an impass in my career. I am standing here wondering if I could handle losing to Sudden Death, if I could handle losing another oppurtunity to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I have been so close to it on many occasions. I remember when I pinned Luscious Larry and thought that I had finally achieved my dream. I then saw my freind take that out from underneath me. Oh well. I just sat around and stewed about it. I have had this rage building in me. I have had this feeling of desperation to get ahold of that Title. The only title in ICW that I have challenged for that has evaded me for so very long. But then I look at my opponent. The monster known as Sudden Death. The paper champion. This man, does however have something to fight for, if he loses to me, James Clash will have his darling Kelly Lynn put to death. Well, he seems to think, that he has more on the line than I do. That is completely false, You see, you may have Kelly Lynn and your Title on the line. But I have a lifelong dream on the line. I can remember when I would sit at home and think what it would be like to be the greatest wrestler in the world. I thought how cool it would be to have every single person who aspires to be a wrestler look at me and want to be like me. Sudden Death, what you have on the line doesn't measure up. You want to save your girlfreind. You wanna save the precious Kelly Lynn. How can you be so sure that she wants to be saved. What if she enjoys being in the company of that sick, detestible, excuse of a human-being known as James Clash. You never could tell, some people like to do sick and twisted things for entertainment. For all you know you could be playing right into James Clashes trap. You see Xavier, if I may call you that, you are a pawn in this game of human chess. You are expendable to Clash. He wants you to be his monster. He wants you to draw him money, which you have proved over the past three and a half months that you can do. But you have never been truly contested. You have never had a challenge as stiff as myself. You have never been in the ring with a true ring technician. I will give you this though. You have beaten me, you have beaten the hell out of me. You are a monster, too bad the one thing in this world that I'm not afraid of is... Monsters. I have never been afraid of monsters, because you see, all monsters have a weakness. Whether it is a vampire and the infamous wooden stake, or a werewolf and the silver bullet. There is always a way to make the monster submit. And that is just what I shall do, you see Xavier, I have been watching your matches as of late. I have been keeping a close eye on you. I have learned everything of your style, and the one thing that you don't account for is that I can put The Creation on you from many positions. You may know how to prevent it from being applied one way, but there is always a more devestating way to apply the maneuver. There are ways to apply that move that no one has ever seen before.

**X-Treme steps down off the bridge and sits on the curb as a car flys by. You can see a look of intensity in X-Treme's face that hasn't been seen in quite some time. He appears to be contemplating something. After sitting in the snow for a couple of minutes he stands up and shakes the snow from his head. He then starts walking across the bridge.**

X-Treme: Xavier, you know deep down inside of yourself that you can't beat me. I mean, look at what happened last time you got in the ring with me. I beat both you and Scurge Runik. Oh well, the past is the past. I'm walking forward now, looking forward. I doesn't matter who I beat or how many times I beat them. All that matters is that I am going to bring my A-Game to Dead Presidents. I will be expecting the same exact thing from you. You have something valuable to you on the line, Lynn's life. But I have something far more important to me on the line. I have my pride, my dreams, and most of all my 2 years of bleeding, sweating, and shedding tears for ICW. All of it leads to this. All of it leads to my manifest destiny. My destiny to become the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. When the smoke clears on Wednesday, I will be standing tall. I will be the newest in a list of ICW World Heavyweight Champions. I will be the greatest wrestler in this fine company of ours. Hell, in the wrestling world. I am going to be the greatest wrestler in the world.

**The scene fades to black as X-Treme walks off into the snow.**

Sudden Death

A meteor shot across the sky, it's tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that shimmers above the blazing horizon. It soon faded out of eye's sight, or just finished burning up, yet now the breaking dawn is the sight to look at. All the display of colors mixed in with the few clouds in the skies make it look like a painted picture. It seemed so unreal to the eyes of Sudden Death, sitting on an edge of a cliff that overlooks a lake. If he fell, it he hit the rigged rocks stabbing outwards from the face like daggers. At least hundred foot drop it appeared, into the icy waters of the lake, probably he obviously will pierce through the thin coating of ice. The ice was too thin to walk on yet, so a incoming object with force will of course scatter through it. Xander didn't know this place that well, just a place he stopped on his trip down to Tennessee. Yet it's peaceful harmony seemed so comfortable to Sudden Death yet unfamiliar.

The ICW World Heavyweight was wearing a black feast underneath a sleeveless black leather overcoat. It was normal for him to wear black, it often expresses his mood. It was often for his emotions to be dark, and morose yet he felt and still wore black. It hard not to when your whole wardrobe is nothing but black or dark shades of other colors. His pants was a dark blue, there were baggy but he didn't have them hanging down to his knees like some people have. In fact, he laughs at the people who walk around like that, especially the black-acting white losers who have nothing better to do to buy 50 Cent, and pretend to be cool. But it wasn't his place in this world to judge how they dress, talk, and act moronic. His job is to be the best wrestler he can be, performing exciting matches, while still make a living.

Sudden Death has the duty to defeat X-treme at Dead Presidents, which is where he is heading to now. Xander started out in his hometown of Rochester, New York on his way to the city of Knoxsville, Tennesse to wrestle at that PPV Event. If he loses, he loses his World Heavyweight Championship which has come apart of Sudden Death, ever since he won it late August. It is so important for Sudden Death to be victorious or something dreadful will happen to his love. No, not losing the title, losing his lover Kelly Lynn. If he fails, the owner will murder her for his pleasure and to punish SD for not bringing in the money anymore. The shoot star a minute ago could be a sign, a omen foreshadowing this failure, the redness is the blood of his love one. Good thing, Sudden Death don't beleive in omens, nor will he ever. Yet it's too concidental for the meteor, right there and then... maybe a sign from god. Another good thing that he doesn't think god watches over him, and pities him.

Such a shame, He thought leaning up against a large rock, that Lynn couldn't be here to enjoy this sight. As only a few months with this woman made him soft, has it soften him enough to be defeated? He hoped not, he was after all a strong man that endure more demanding trials than this. However, it is one of the first that he had face with such emotions attached to it. Physical strength and endurance doesn't fix all the problems to his world, like he would have thought at least ten months ago to be true. He has changed over the past six months, more mature about the world. Xander has become more wise that force doesn't beat everything down. Now the road he must take, is going to be a dark and a painful road that must endure unless he wants his love to be killed.

And yet, the meteor appears for one last time in the early morning sky. What does it mean for god's sake?? I am really going to lose Wednesday? It must be me worrying already about my title match, damn it... I got to stop this prematch ritual of worrying. It's not going to be end of the world if I... If I lose. I will have chances in the future to recapture in the future, but it's going to tough. Better not lose, Kelly Lynn will die if I do. Sudden Death have had enough with this problem, he just wanted it to be over. He picks up that big stone he was sitting up against, and lunge it into the icy lake through the thin ice. Dead Presidents is going to be the end, if Clash wants to keep her, he will just do it the old fashion way, and take her back by force.

"You're okay, Xander?" asked Nitorxide or Mack to be informal, as if loath to disturb Sudden Death's solemn. Yet Sudden Death could tell that it was done that way, so he looked sharply at his cousin. Nitorxide had a shirt of ICW's developmental roster, which he been for quite awhile trying to work his way back up to ICW's full-time roster. It was really a downer for Mack to be trialing once in a while with SD, to see his cousin fight in the main events while he was stuck doing pratice mats with rookies. Sudden Death knew that how he felt too well, but laughed at how he kept it inside of him.

"Does it look like I'm okay? No, it's just that I have enough with this shit that Clash is trying to pull with me. Left and Right he was booking Charisma to face me, even when I was damaged because usage of a railroad spike. He's especially after me for some reason, just because I stole her, made a mockery of his puppets, and knocked him out doesn't mean a thing," answered Sudden Death, looking up at the sun while being digusted with ICW, but then at the same time admire it. It was his life, ICW was his home, and he was the champion. The dominent male shouldn't let anyone mock him, it wasn't right for him to stand by while he was being mocked. Everyone took shots at him for he is the one that holds the title, yet it ironic that he has the right to say he is the best.

"You shouldn't have made him an enemy, you should know better. He's your boss, and you should have left not disrespect his authority over ICW. It was a fool mistake to have it done, but if things seem not to change at the PPV... I guess we will have to go in, and rescue Kelly even if it might cost her her life," stated Nitorixde, he was young but not so naive as you thought a fifthteen year old would be. He has experinced the real world, and he have gotten used to fending for himself. Yeah, he lives in the same house as Sudden Death but he has to pay part of the bills, and is responible to feed himself.

"I need her back, I'm losing a battle against almost the whole world by not having her by my side. She was the thing that made me tick, she made me believe in my own abilty deep down. I felt complete with her and the championship belt, but now I lack her and have only but cold gold. It so empty without her, you know?" said Xander looking out at the lake, not telling anything that isn't false. He was probably weakened because of her absence, but at the chance to keep her alive might just drive him enough to give it all.

"I understand what you trying to say, but it won't change the fact that you have to go on with her. X-treme seems to not care that he is being used, probably got used to it to be using by everyone. Well, I'll be waiting in the car for you to get ready to leave this place a   and continue on to Knoxsville," Nitroxide excused himself back to the car, and climbed into the passenger side while leaving Sudden Death all alone again out in the cold. The man looked around sharply, searching the surronding lands for anything interesting but he found not one thing.

"There comes a time you see the light at the end of your tunnel, and it's your close to your ready to leave this world, and to enter the next or to stay here in this wretched reality and feel the pain. X-treme, you're light has came in the form of our match-up at Dead Presidents. I know you will struggle like a diehard fighter, but it light stands for your end. You are not doing a thing great in the past two years in ICW, big deal you made it to the semi-finals, big deal you won the extreme championship, and you done a few minor things. Does everyone care about that?  I don't think so, you didn't win the King of the Cage. You never won a World Championship titlematch, you haven't done anything that you could have done better than me. You might be a little faster but I am no longer a fat and slow man. I'm not the Sudden Death of the old, no I'm not. I have changed into something else. I have morphed from a low class wrestler to one of the best wrestlers. You refuse to lose to me??? You don't get the choice to decide to not lose to me or you going to have rude awakening at Dead Presidents. You say you're going to bring ICW into a New Era, I guess you're a little out of the head because that a new era arrived back in August. The era of Sudden Death, where I stopped the so many title changes that occurecd over the past six months. You say you're ICW's new fanischase, then you going to have to prove it. You can't draw the crowds like me, you can wrestler as good as me, you can't compare to Sudden Death. I am a monster with my strength, a demon with the speed I process with my strength, and neverending ghost with my edurance. I guess wanna know why you use little childish insults like retard, and shits.... don't you ever seen other adults use such childish remarks. You must improved your arensal of insults, to a grander scale, my little freind you. So come Dead Presidents, I will show what the difference between a champion like me, and a mere contender like you," the words left Sudden Death's mouth as he began on his path to his truck, climbing in then driving away down that winter worn road.

X-Treme

December 13th, 2003, perhaps the biggest victory in the war against terror. The day that Sadaam Hussein has been captured, after 6 plus months on the run. Why, you might ask, is X-Treme mentioning this in his Roleplay? Because X-Treme is also at the end of a hunt. A hunt for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship.

**The Scene opens up in Knoxville Tennessee. It is after dark and X-Treme is walking down a street. There are Christmas lights up in the windows and on trees outside of houses. He is walking down away from what appears to be the arena that ICW Dead Presidents will be held. He is wearing a pair of workout shorts and a Kansas City Chiefs Jersey and carrying a duffelbag. He looks like he is cooling down from an intense workout.**

X-Treme: It's so close I can taste it. I can feel it. One obstacle lays in my way. One thing is keeping me from being the ICW World Champion. It's my destiny to beat Sudden Death and take the ICW Title off of his waist and put it around mine. My luck is changing. I can't wait till the night is over and I am out celebrating my victory with my freinds. I'm gonna be the ICW World Heavyweight Champion. Which means that proves that I am better than every single person who steps foot in an ICW ring. I am the best ICW has to offer. I wil prove to everyone that I am ICW's new franchise. I will prove to everyone who ever doubted me that X-Treme as the champion can draw a crowd. I, X-Treme, refuse to be defeated by the current champion. I will not let him pin me. I will not submit to any moves in his arsenal. I absolutely refuse to be defeated. I am gonna be the champion.

**Suddenly a voice is heard.**

Familiar Voice: Don't you think you are being a little cocky?

**X-Treme turns quickly and finds that someone has been folowing while he was talking. He sees who was following him. He looks all about him but he isn't finding anyone anywhere. Thinking it is a disgruntled fan he contines walking but suddenly the voice begins talking again.

Voice: You can't escape me, I'll follow you wherever you go.

X-Treme: ALL RIGHT, WHO THE FUCK IS FOLLOWING ME?!?

Voice: Silly Bastard, you can't stop me. I've been folowing you for a very long time. You know who I am, you just refuse to let yourself recognize it. You had to know it would only be a matter of time befor I came to you again. You can't escape me. You know it.

**X-Treme turns and looks all around him. He drops his bag He begins screaming obscenities and suddenly a man comes up behind him and grabs him by the shoulder. X-Treme turns quickly and knocks the man down. Then he notices that it was a police officer.**

Voice: Way to go stupid ass. Now your going to jail.

**The cop stands up and throws X-Treme to e ground. X-Treme is showing no resistance mainly because he knows it will just get him in more trouble. X-Tre,e is then handcuffed and brought to a cop car. The scene fades on the car and re-opens with X-Treme sitting in a jail cell. He is in a cell of his own. Suddenly we hear the voice again.**

Voice: Haven't you figured it out yet dumb ass? I am inside of your head. No one else can hear me. You see, I know that you took the pills to keep me from coming back. Well, they obviously didn't work. they supressed me for a while, granted, but now I'm back and I'm fucking pissed. You see, I'm back to bask in the glory of being a champion. And your coky ass can't win if you keep underestimating your opponent. Shit, you may have beaten him before. He may even be retarded but you still shouldn't be underestimating him like you are. He is going to beat you.

X-Treme: I'm not over confident. I know that I'm more technically skilled than him, I know that I'm faster than him. I know that I am better than him. Period. End of Story.

Police Officer: Who the hell are you talking to?

X-Treme: Myself aparantly.

Officer: Yeah, Okay, crackhead...

**The police officer walks away and another comes in. He walks over to X-Treme's Cell and begins talking to him.**

Officer #2: Well, it seems someone hase bailed your ass out. Here is your shit now get out of here and don't attack any more police officers.

X-Treme: What, I get to leave, who bailed me out?

Officer #2: I don't know. She just said that she'd cover it and told us not to tell you who shes. She didn't tell us who she was but what the hell. Okay, Your free to go, now get the hell out of here.

**X-Treme grabs the stuff of his that the officer threw at his feet and walks out the door. He walks out to the curb and then he looks around wonderindg exactly where the hell he is. He hails a cab and tells it to take him to the hotel as the scene fades to black**