(((Everything is black. Everything is silent. There is nobody in the room that we know of, or that this is a room at all. Suddenly the silence is broken by a creaking door, and a ray of light peeks through the cracked door. Then the door begins to open more, slowly, until it is open, and we see a shadow in the light from the other room. As the shadow steps into the light, he is revealed to be Jake Douglas. He is wearing black jeans, a gray shirt with "CWF" on it, and a black leather jacket. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out what looks to be a flashlight. He flips it on, and shines it about revealing that we are not in a room, but outside in the darkness of night. He takes a few steps towards us, and signals us to follow him. He walks a ways down a dusty old trail, until we enter a large wooded area, and we follow and watch Jake maneuver his way through trees, branches, and large plants, until he stops at a clearing. He shines the flash light on the ground and we see an old railroad track. He walks down and across the clearing, until what seems to be a motion detector light, lodged at the top of a long pole, turns on. We finally see more of what is around us. Finally Jake turns to the camera and begins to speak.)))

Jake Douglas: Please folks, turn your attention to this old rail road track. Ask yourselves, what does this remind you of? Maybe your smooth pathway through life...or my bumpy road on the way to CWF greatness!? Or perhaps just a simple rail road? Now I will tell you what comes to my mind when I see this old track...I see power, I see speed, power of a mechanical jugernaut...and speed of it as it roars over these old tracks. So simplistic yet so complicated. I see long journeys, I even see lives lost in the making of this behemoth. Now what does all this I mentioned remind you of? I can sum it all up in one simple word. Wrestling. Yes, all that similar to the spectacle we have all come to know and love. We see people hopping from promotion to promotion, looking and hoping to find their doorway to stardom. To be known. And lives lost? People's dreams being crushed, injury plagued careers, hell, even being forced into retirement...literally forced.

Muriel Slater, yes I think you made it clear you mean business when you threw the boss's own flesh and blood, a helpless Chasey Duarte-Jericho off a two story building. This shows how big of a coward you are. You see you accomplished two things in the process, one, you got people's attention, namely myself, and Rex Ryder. Therefore getting something you've always wanted, and that is to be known. And two, you nearly ended the life of Chasey, and you predicted your own future, what I mentioned earlier, a loss of a life. Who's? Your own!

Now being here at this old rail road, it sure brings back memories, good ones, of my own childhood. Coming back to your roots, remembering the past, sometimes I feel I can never leave North Carolina again. But Muriel, everybody takes strolls down memory lane, and now I am asking you to do so. Now I know you remember about three weeks ago being dropped on your head three times in a row, then being carried away in a straight jacket. Now I had nothing to do with it, although the man who did...well...Muriel, if you will, please direct your attention to my left, as I give you your "bad memory", Rex Ryder!

(((Rex Ryder steps out from behind some trees on the other side of the clearing. He walks down to the rail road track, and stands in the middle. He has on a gray pullover, with the hood pulled over his head, as if to cover up his wounds.)))

Rex Ryder: Muriel Slater, the fun loving and joking Rex Ryder everyone has come to love or, if it's possible, hate, is long gone. Oh since I was brutally beaten about then thrown into a wheel chair, and had to sit by and watch my woman get tossed off a building like a sack of potatoes, he has hit the road, possibly never to return. What you see before you is two changed men, two totally different men. See you thought you had me beat at Retribution, you thought that not only would I have those injuries sustained, from behind...in the dark...no way to defend myself, and of course checking on my baby Chasey. Yeah, I spent some time with her, but she told me to go along according to plans....to screw you out of the tag-team titles. And did I accomplish that? I think I did, because I see no gold over the shoulders of neither you nor Billy Vance. So you and your "goons" take your mind games, take your innovative plans of injuring and attacking people from behind, and take your love for tossing helpless women off buildings and shove it ALL up Ricard Adam's ass!!!

(((Jake steps back onto the railroad track, and motions Rex to calm down, because he has been yelling frantically. Then Jake speaks...)))

Jake Douglas: Speaking of Richard Adams...you say that your not finished with me yet, but let me ask you, what did you ever start with me in the first place? If I recall correctly, I was the one beating your ass. Now did I do it with a weapon and from behind? Yes, I admit that. But with two others helping me? In the dark? No, because you could have seen me had you simply turned around. But this Sunday, I am in the ring, but with you? No, so please drop it. I don't have time for big shitties like you, unless you want to look stupid. So until you realize that me beating the hell out of you was a one night deal, then don't expect me to sit around and waste my time responding to your little threats and promises, unless you want to step in the ring with me somewhere down the road, where you will find that me beating the hell out of you will become a two night deal.

(((Rex flips the bird to the camera and smirks, then Jake puts his hand on the lens and everything is black again...)))