The scene opens up, in a city-like setting. Flashes of light can be seen all around, but the one that seems to be the real focal point, the center of the panning camera, is Motel 8. There�s also some audible chatter coming from a few exiting people. The camera continues to curve closer. The men and women, exiting from the building, are all holding objects that have signatures on them some place. One old man carrying a coffee mug, and some women holding a folded Cade Silver T, giggling like a school girl�

We�re inside now, coming through the front door of a fair facility. We also travel up a few staircases, where room number, �211�, is opened, and out walk a few fans. As the camera forces through the short crowd, the room can be seen. The carpet is a disgusting green color, one �he� liked to call, throw-up-green. He hadn�t made it an actual color through Crayola, but thought about it---- How many kids would love to tear open an new box of crayons and discover this flavorful color? Also, couldn�t you just imagine the promos?-----Matching the carpet was faded, odd flower wall-paper. The only thing outstanding about the room, was the averagely sized TV, and the thing in the corner, that the owner called a killer sound system. But all in all, Cade found all of these things somehow satisfying.

Through the course of the night, he had to had signed at least one hundred things, not just material, but body parts. Funny thing is, not one of these parts belonged to a male.---Now sitting on an equally crappy sofa, as compared to the carpet, sat our champion, Cade Silver. Brown suitcase sitting by the side, the title laying atop of it. Cade looks angry, as always, and the camera quickly turns away once meeting with the stone cold gaze, but as quickly as it was strayed off to the side, it was violently pulled back into focus of the large man.

Cade: �Not so fast, there, buddy. If I can remember correctly, I asked for you and Levy to come straight to this queer town, Dallas, Texas for you dumbfuck Texans out there�.And I JUST DIDN�T kick that leggy blonde out of here, who wanted me to sign her tits, for nothing��

Camera Man: �Um, yeah, that�s a good reason I�d guess. Levy is on his way, just slow to make his way around the fans.�

Cade: �I don�t care less what the hell his problem is, but I�m only going to be around this hell hole for a couple more days, enough to get this event out on the road, and then leave to the next destination�.So we�ll wait for his ass.�

The two do just that, and wait around for a few minutes. A few fans pass, mostly women as usual. A few men also request autographs, and once Cade became tired, as the next fan walked out, Levy came in. Cade sat on the sofa, head hung back lazily.

Cade: �I thought I told those damn fans to stop telling their friends to keep coming around to see me, don�t you fuckers know when to take a hint? Or do I need to put up a, �Do not fuck with me,� sign? And if it helps, maybe in BIG, BOLD letters, but for some reason I�d seem to only get more to come in..�

Levy: �Um, okay, but I�m not just a fan, but it�s Bob. You asked for me?�

Cade: �For a small change, I actually do ask for you, but I�ll ask one thing Levy, don�t think that you�re special. I sent out for Keller, but he was chasing down his personal bitch, Blood, witch truly isn�t anything new�Instead of being a field reporter, he should be titled, �Blood�s Bitch,� because that�s all it seems to me that he is anymore. He launches these promos, that last for around ten minutes, and eight minutes are nothing but that French bastard, or whatever he is, and Keller. Then for a few minutes, sometimes a minute, we get to see Blood show himself on camera. Quite worthless if you were to ask me..�

Levy signs some, and the camera man hoists the camera onto his shoulder, and Levy advances forward, removing the microphone out of his pocket, and stands by Cade, holding it by the side, as the red �On� button is dull, meaningfully it was off.

Levy: �Alright, seeing as this is the first interview you�ve had since becoming the champion, we need you to hold the belt on your shoulder, or something��

Cade: �Oh, is that correct then? Since when were you made the boss? The last time I can remember, I was the one who sent for you, not the other way around. So for the time being, I�ll be the one who asks the questions, and orders the other man around, and if you don�t like that, I�m sure I could give you a good damn reason�And for now, the belt can stay where it is�so cut the shit on, and get with the program��

Levy: �Um, yeah, that works well, we see�eye to eye�.But, alright, turn the camera on..�

The man holds the camera at a little bit of an angle. Bob turns on the mic, and holds it towards the lips, looking towards the camera as the red light also mounted atop of this unit turns on.

Levy: �Bob Levy, standing in with the New XWF Champion, Cade Silver...Starting things off Cade, I would like to ask you about this weeks match at Showdown, with none other than, �The New Fucking Legend� Stephen Blood�.There�s already been a good amount of talk going around about this Blockbuster, and a lot has went into your direction. What do you have to say about all of this, including Blood, and the match itself?�

Cade: �Well, Bob, I�ve heard all of the talk, and I can say I don�t give two shits about it. Everytime a match is held, you�ve got word that spreads around. So and so is going to win this, so and so is going to lose that, you can�t believe half of what you see, and nothing that you hear. A lot goes on in the backstage that no one sees except for us wrestlers�.there�s talk among us all, predictions are held, and by that line, I can say that I�m happy. Facing off against such a big man around here, you might think some people would second guess their new champion, and pick Blood. But so far as I can see, the fans are being loyal to their new champ, and still rooting for him on his side. And I know what some are thinking�.just because the fans have already picked a favorite, that means nothing. We�re not a comedy standup, but the hardest bastards on this planet. When you�re laying on your back, in the middle of a ring, close to having your ass put out, the only thing that flows through your mind, is the chant of the crowd. That�s what keeps you going, that�s what really keeps your blood, your adrenaline flowing through your veins, pulsing every damn second. The chanting could bring a man from the end of his career, to the top of the federation in a few seconds. And if you don�t believe that, just ask Chris Falkenyork�and on another note, that man seems to be taken up with me��

Levy: �York has been taken up with you? What exactly do you mean by this Cade?�

Cade leans over the side of the couch, opening the cooler next to him, and shifts around a few bottles, the clinking easy to hear. He brought out a few beers, placing one in between the cushions, and the other in his hand, on the left leg.

Cade: �Levy�.do you like beer? It�s a taste that really is something that a man has to get used to, an acquired taste if you like. The shit taste like, well, horse piss, it�s far from the best. But the hotel owner only had this to offer, and I�m not just about to turn down a good, cold beer. I find that Blood finds these good to his taste, but there�s another difference between us, you see, there�s a long list, and that�s what keeps us separated. As for York, as much as I�d love to wash my hands clean of him, and be out of his way, holding this strap, I�d be satisfied. But when you�re in the position that I�m in, not having another York match, is like not having another breath. It�s going to happen, a lot sooner than later, and I know that Blood and whoever the fuck else is going to be involved. But it�ll spice things up a bit, Bob�.York has launched these promos, and instead of keeping his attention focused on who he has this week, he�s talked about me, almost non stop. The guy can�t go a couple of minutes without so much as mentioning my name, or saying something about MY belt. Blood and York are agreeing together, two of the worst enemies this place could ever have. York has been on a level of his own, holding this belt for years, but he�s in a much different place that I�m in now. There�s a new brand of guys who are after what I�ve got, and are ravenous as wolverines. Look at this Blood character. I�m more positive he�d give a shot at me in a heart beat, maybe more open then York would be to get his belt back�so in the future, I wouldn�t be surprised to see a Fatal Four way for the title�.and seeing as York�s all pissy with Hampton, I also wouldn�t be amazed to see, Cade and Hampton v York and Blood�Probably next Showdown�.but it would be a hell of a match to kick off the second show since Fall-Out. With an Eye for an Eye coming sooner and sooner, we�re going to have to build more tension. Whoever it may be, I could care less. I�ll put down any other ass hole who comes to me, and no one else scares me, not even you Blood, who claims to be, �The New Fucking Legend,� if you were to retire this show Stephen, the only thing you�d be remembered for, was the amazing tolerance for beer, and your amazing matches with one Chris Falkenyork. And not even to mention with your best friend, Shawn Taylor, in which you rant was the match of your life��

He cracks the beer, sending the cap loose across the room, or wherever it went. Hearing the patter of it against the wall, Cade turned it up, and downed some of the liquid. A cold stream glistened along his mouth, which was wiped away with the sleeve of a shirt.

Levy: �Shawn Taylor, versus Stephen Blood. Dual Championship, the loser has to leave the federation. That is one match that will forever leave the impact of wrestling for as long as we shall leave. Two of the biggest men ever to walk this federation, and one is destined to go home�..The two put up a hell of a fight, and at the end, Taylor was awarded the respect that he deserves, you were there also��

Cade: �Well Bob, I suppose I could agree with you there. Blood went through hell during that match, and on top of things, he was close friends with Taylor�hell, I respected that man more than any that walks here any longer�.I hate to see him walk off like that, and yes, I did pay the respect where it was deserved. Had it been Blood, then I would have done just the same. Both of the men have paid their dues, and more than put their names onto the Main Event card, more times than I have so far�.but once more, it brings me back to the point to being the best�.being the best isn�t an easy task, and every year, a new man steps up, and becomes better than all around. York has been setting the pace, since he put Carlos Shotgun out of his career, and since he�s been pretty much the big man around, with Blood and such, I�m ready to set my own pace, and become even better than any of them have. That�ll be a long drive through the middle, but it�s something I�m more than willing to do. When it comes down between Stephen Blood, and Cade Silver on Showdown, that will be one hell of a match. And I�m glad that he holds respect for me, and knows what I can do. But Stephen, what�s going to happen on Showdown in your mind, and what will really happen, are two different things�Stephen thinks he�s simply going to enter the arena, I put up a simple fight, he rolls me a little, puts me on his ass, and makes the pin�.But Stephen, as much as you�d wish for that sight, that vision to come true, it isn�t what destiny has planned for the two of us��

Cade grabs the neck of the bottle that was on the couch, and tosses it to Levy, he catches it. Also, he takes another beer, and held it towards the camera, where it was also taken.

Cade: �Now that showtime is over boys, we�re going to sit down here, and have a cold one. As soon as you bastards finish, get your ass out of my shit hole�oh, but one more thing for my friend, Blood�.whenever you face Cade Silver�YOU�LOSE!�

The scene fades�