The lights are bright, until the camera pans around. We see a sight we�ve not seen, but it is indeed familiar. It is indeed a gym, but instead of being just the plain Jane one we�re used to seeing, it�s Dallas, Texas. On top of the door, there are hundreds, almost seemingly thousands of players lining, all of them Cowboys. The newest addition, is that of one Jones, a boy who grew up in Big Stone Gap Virginia, and played for a small town team, called Powell Valley. He was inside the gym on this particular day. Head Coach, Bill Parcells is walking down the main hall way, as usual, greeted by a wide spread number of jerseys. All numbers of all their best players, and also some to take up space.

Cade: �I know I hate to show up on such a late notice and all, but I�ve got this whole event coming on so fast, and I mean, you do owe me one Bill. After all, you do�.so I figured I could count on you, to help me get a little pumped up, and get into the game�.Blood this week��

Bill: �You don�t have to apologize to me, Cade. You know we�re good friend�.and yes, I do owe you that much, but you�ve got nothing to worry about. I�ve only got one guy in there, and he�s Jones.�

Cade stops for a minute, Bill keeps going, and turns around once he didn�t feel Cade next to him. He laughs some, and arches a bit of a brow.

Cade: �Julius Jones? The next big thing, in the sport of football, the next man to be known, not world wide, but in the next galaxy�.Cause I mean, I know who Jesse Jones is, seen the dirt bag with my own eyes�.�

Bill: �Yeah, it�s Julius, the one Jones that we really have. He�s just in here doing some late lifting, I hope you don�t mind?�

Cade: �Hope I don�t mind? How often is it, that a man like myself gets to weight lift with a guy like him? I know I might be one of the biggest faces myself, but that doesn�t mean it�s new to meet another celebrity. Do you have a pen on you?�

Parcells laughs a bit more, as they approach the room. Outside the door, there is a large, blue star. It�s outlined also by blue. Bill opens the door, steps aside, and gives a small nod to Cade. Cade steps in front of him, and stands at the entrance, now Bill stands beside of him. Jones isn�t around, but a water fountain in the back can be heard, Bill turns back towards Cade.

Bill: �He�ll be back, don�t worry. Just went to get something to drink�and as I�m sure he doesn�t have a pin or anything like that, I�ve got one in my shirt pocket�what do you want him to do with it? Well, sign, ya, but I mean what?�

Cade: �Hell if I know, but I�m sure I can find something.�

Parcells tells him to do as he likes. Cade removes off the nice shirt that he has, and tosses it aside. He inspects the equipment, nods a bit, and thought to himself�as advanced equipment that he had himself, even this stuff made his own look like shit. Cade shrugged it off, and took advantage of the large place, going to some sort of bench looking thing, which had already been digitally set with weight, good enough to start out on, and done some reps. Jones was back from the water, closing the door behind him silently, enough so Cade couldn�t hear. Jones came back to see Cade working out, and smirked. As much as Cade knew him, he also knew Cade.

Jones: �I come back from doing some reps, to get a drink�and here I find Cade fucking Silver, warming up with the weight that I practically max out with�now how is that come to be?�

Cade sets the weight, and turns around quickly to see Jones. His mouth nearly drops open, and he can�t rightfully think to say. But not to look like a retard, he has to speak.

Cade: �And of course, you are Julius Jones�how could I not know who you are?....I�m sorry about the whole working out on your bench thing�.but I didn�t know you were using it�.�

Jones: �Nah man, that�s fine. I�m a fan of yours, as also, with your jaw hung down that low, I can see that you�re a fan of mine to. So how about we work together, so we can go home tonight, and brag to our friends, and vice versa?�

Cade: �And when would I turn that down? No, let me ask you this, what REAL human being would turn that one down?�

The men share a laugh, and Cade gets back to his reps. Jones stands in front of the bar, watching to make sure that he got it each time, thudding his chest, and pushing it back all the way up. After finishing one set, he got home, and motioned Jones towards the empty, almost sweat ridden bench.

Cade: �I do believe it is your turn, my friend.�

Jones: �Buuuul Shit. It would take a tractor for me to lift that shit out off of the grown, do I look like a Tackle do you? Guard, or anything like that? No, I�m not.�

The two laugh a bit more, and Jones works out with the weight, doing it with a slight ease, and maybe even easer that Cade himself had done. Jones had been working a few hours before Cade came, and simply laid there, looking up at him.

Jones: �I know you get this one all the time�but I do keep up with what you�re doing this year�.but how couldn�t I? You�re all over the damn place. If you don�t see my name on it first, you can expect to see, �Cade Silver� or �The Future� or some shit like that�I know you�ve got to have a lot of pressure on your shoulders, being the new champ and all, and even facing a big veteran like Stephen Blood this week�how does this all make you feel?�

Cade: �I could say a lot of things, Julius, but I feel as if I may not have to explain as much to you, as I may explain to others�.I mean, you to are a great entertainer, maybe not as great as me, but I mean, hey�.When you�re out in the ring, or your field for that case�when you�re in front of Millions, those there and watching at their TV set at home�.it�s so easy to point fingers and say when things fuck up, and see what goes wrong, and see who�s to blame. But when you�re the one standing in those shoes, and you�re the one that makes those mistakes, you�re the one who has to put up with them. Big or little, everyone makes at least one during an event�and in order to be a big thing, to make yourself successful, you�ve got to make as little of errors as you possible can�.the hot lights are shining down on your back, bringing the pouring sweat, as you feel the energy serge through your veins�.that�s the best feeling in this world�.the first match I ever had in my career, was a High School wrestling match�I wasn�t as big of a athlete as I am now, but needless to say, I was bigger than a lot of the other boys out on that field�I went into the match, with the Coach by my side, with the flattest ego of this planet�.and once I got out in front of them all�hearing all the mothers of my friends, and those who studied the roster�.at that moment, I felt as if I could take on the world�.I put that fucker on his back, and pinned him in less than thirty seconds, and eliminated all of his hope to become an State Champion, and even in years to come, an NCAA champion�I crushed that man�s ego worse than any ego that has ever been crushed in the history of any sport, or at least by my hand�.but every loss is the same�.every time you go home with the same slumped depression, but then you stand again, and get even stronger��

�But every win, makes changes to your life, changes to your personality. Every time you pick up one of these big boys, they�re always damn different�.every one of them makes you feel that much better than the other one, until you eventually get crushed by a loss. But then again, losing is part of any kind of sport, or any of competition. Without a loss, no one would win anything, without losing, the Boston Red Socks wouldn�t had had a big celebration like they had last year, it�d be all the damn same as any year. The Patriots have been running for years straight, and when the next team steps up and kicks their ass into the curb, then that�s when the win becomes even bigger than those two or three in a row�You see, losing is what makes the world go round, and advances the winner that much forward. Without either of the two, nothing could ever exist. But to be honest, and straight forward, I don�t look to lose any more than I have already. I�ve made it through the best, and I�m only going to make it through that line also. York has went down with a burning crash, but he�s not yet down for the count. Blood is stepping up for the bat, in contender ship for the Super Bowl, the World Series, but he�s not just about to win it, not just yet. If he popped off so easily, so quickly with a big upsetting win like that, the win would mean nothing, and the loss even more. So you see, there�s logic to everything, even though I could give two shits less about Philosophy, that�s what everything comes down to�but to make shit straight, Blood isn�t the man to put me on my back�no, not tonight. We�re not talking about York, but Stephen Fucking Blood�.he�s the man who�s going to be on his back like a turtle, he�s the man who�ll be counting the lights when his are turned off, and he has no where to go. I respect the man, as low as I might not show it, but he�ll not be the one to prevail a few nights from now. I can see it�.I�m not a fucking psychic, but that night and more to come are made for me��

Jones nods some, and sits up, turning around to straddle the bench somewhat, so that he could face Cade. He listened through the speech, which more than knocked the wind out of Cade.

Jones: �I know what you mean, Cade. I�ve been there, and done that for myself�.when we play a game, and I get hit for a loss of yards, those people who surround me, can easily put a finger up, and say that I suck. Or when Collins tosses the ball, it�s swatted away, or maybe it gets picked off. But one way or another, he also gets the finger pointed into his direction�.but being on that team myself, rather it is winning or losing, all of the team is there to blame. When one fucks up, the whole team fucks up, we all count equally as one�.and when we win, we win together. One person doesn�t win a game, nor is it ten, but it takes all that we�ve got, so we all get the claim. And that�s how I�ve always felt. Maybe it�s a little different for wrestling, but winning is all the same, no matter what you�re doing. No one wants to take a loss, but sometimes we can�t help to just take it, learn from it, and come back twice as hard��

Cade: �Exactly, I couldn�t have any better of luck, understanding all of this any better than I do�we may speak as if we�ve been doing these things for all of our life, but truly, all it takes is one of each�one win, and one loss. And once you�ve had these two sensations come over you, it�s easy to pin point which one you�re fighting to win for. If you lose consistently, it doesn�t just hurt you or your reputation, but it also hurts the fans. As much as all of these guys say they don�t give a fuck about the fans, we would be nothing without the fans. Without these fans to make us who we are, then there would be no sport. Winning would be the same to losing�there is always the factor that makes them different, and that is the big one�.I don�t know about you, but after two or three long ass speeches, I think I�m done for tonight�I don�t think I want a camera in my face for another couple of hours��

Jones: �Gotcha�but you�ve got to do one more thing for me, if you want an autograph��

Cade: �Yeah?�

Jones: �You�ve got to say it��

Cade grins some, and acts as if he�s slowly turning away from the camera, but them places a hand on each side, and brings it violently into his face, gritting his teeth, and yelling into all of the necessary parts.

Cade: �LOSING isn�t an option for me BLOOD�.Because you want to know why? WHEN YOU FACE CADE SILVER�.YOU�.LOSE!�

Parcells tosses a pen at the man�s feet, and the scene fades to black�