Another week, another win. Moving through the long streaks, Cade advances in his searches for something, something more than he already has. Holding the belt which meant so dearly to all the others, didn�t seem so feeling once his hands were on it. But seeing as he exactly hasn�t had the chance to defend it as yet, or even make it look better, he�s only managed to beat Stephen Blood, and not even fairly. Cheating was something that Cade once believed was necessary at one point. It was all a part of the story, it made things all that more complicated. But all in all, it proved nothing. Being dirty was something which took courage, and also stealth. Not to mention a yellow streak longer than a highway that went around the world. Admitting to doing all of the above, cheating was all he had done since winning the beat against York, hell, he might have even done it a little before then. As much as he hated it, it wasn�t really in his hands. It all kept the belt around his waist, but he didn�t feel so clean. He came to hate it, double as much as he liked it, and really didn�t know what to do about it. A title means nothing, unless the holder behind it could prove he was the best man for the title, and cheating didn�t make anyone look any better, or at least that�s what the around World thought�Cade didn�t make his way to where he was now, by cheating alone, but it took a lot of long hours inside of the gym, and nights of claiming losses. It was a short road, but when you�re the one there, five minutes can seem as almost five years. All of it has taken a minor toll. York, the little encounters with Blood, and also early feuds with the early Illuminati and also Shiru Vanchiez. It all made him who he was, but it also broke him down. He needed to escape this slump, and The Illuminati being as dirty as the meaning, times ten, wasn�t the path he was looking for�

The scene opens up, inside the streets of Philadelphia, PA. The camera pans around a bit more, until it finds a small little gym. We move inside, to find Cade Silver, talking to his brother Steve. The air is still cool, indicating they haven�t been here for long. Cade is wearing a black tank top, and a pair of jogging pants, also saying they hadn�t been working out.

Cade: �Yeah, a win is a win or so they say. But when you do it so cheaply, with so much filth, it doesn�t seem like a win�.I could brag until the day was out, about winning the match to earn this title�.but I didn�t earn it the way I should. I came in here, a damn hard working man, and busted my ass, week in and week out. For a year I�ve pounded myself into this type of environment, and I always kept inside my mind, that I would always do it the right way. And look at me now�every damn week I always depend on Hampton, and every week he comes from no where, and makes sure my ass is clean�It was my idea to bring back the infamous group, The Illuminati, but there are some errors I need to clear. My name needs to become clean once more�.We mean nothing right now, nothing in this world�.I do have the World Title, and Hampton also has the Xtreme. But when it all boils down, neither of the two were truly earned. I did work my ass of to win the KOX, in order to get my shot at York, but that also was failed�.I might have had the ability to beat him, one on one, without any outside interferences, but I�ll never know until I test it again. For that much, I hate myself�.Cheating wasn�t what I was always about, cheating isn�t what made my name a famous one, playing dirty isn�t what made all these people around me, respect me. All of this is only making me look worse every time I step out�When I was a rookie, before I was even high enough in this company to hold the Futures Champion, they all loved me. When I walked into the arena, standing at 11-0, the crowd fucking couldn�t get enough of me. And all of those wins, always brought apon by simple hard work�Then, I was corrupted by The Illuminati�but I�m blaming no one, pointing no fingers at anybody. I let it happen�.I have the power over myself, and I could have prevented it from happening. But what did I do? Nothing, fucking nothing. That�s what disgusts me. People are not corrupt, but power is what corrupts people all around the world. It happens every day, and it will always happen. When power can be felt, which is miles and miles away, when that power can be felt, we don�t allow it to pass, we embrace it, and take the power, doing all that we can. I wanted to shut York up, and take the title from him, because I deserved it�.We fought like bastards, the best man getting the upper hands from time to time, and we fought valiantly. It took everything York had to keep up with me�.I truly kept a fight to his money, more so than he might have ever expected.�

Cade drops the cold duffle bag, and drops it next to the large, blue cooler. On top of this cooler, laid the belt, shining in the dense amount of lights�.Cade sat down, with a bit of a sigh, eyes not leaving the ground.

Cade: �The fans loved it�they all came to see the fight come down to the very end, and possibly see a new champion, or see the champion remain the man that he has always been known as. But instead of making their money worth something, all I could do, is keep my eye on the prize�nothing, nothing at all could keep me from getting my hands on what everyone else wanted�But I wanted it that much worse�.all I could think of, was being number one, and I could only give two fucks of how it happened�.So it had been planned nights ahead, the same it was planned that York was going to help Apocalypse win. I did get my payback, but more than anyone will ever know. This belt meant the world to Chris, more than anything�and to spite his cocky attitude, I could think of nothing better to take it from him�.and oh yes, did I mention the power? I�m sure that I did�.I would have all of this at once�Hampton came�and I won the match, simply as this�but when it was said and done�I felt like a dirty man�.I kept living the lie in which I had installed for myself, and called myself, Champion�..No one had been able to do it before, not anyone�but I was the one to step up, and take the belt from York. It wasn�t exactly honest, but the belt was laid in my hands, and I fucking celebrated like there was nothing else�.�

Cade sits the title next to him, and opens up the cooler, taking out two bottles of water. From the side, he also removes a rag, and sits them on the surface next to him, next to the title. Taking the water into his hand, he leaves the other next to his feet.

Cade: �The next week, I went up against Stephen Blood, a man I had once respected, more than God himself�.but by then, I was already corrupted through and through. All I could see, was making myself look better and better, and with the revival of my world-wide known group, what else could go my way? I had Jon help me once more, and Blood was pinned, and I was the hero once more�but instead of hearing the crowd around me, cheering, and chanting my name�all I could hear, was the booing, all those who had once loved me, came to hate me�.All those fans, a year ago, who stood on their feet, and gave me a standing ovation, now see me as a crook, and I mean, how could they not? All that I�ve done this season, was lie, cheat, and steal�.but I have a feeling, there is a way I can bring my name out of the fire, and make it look much better than what it even thought about being�.I was once a great man�I earned the respect of York�even the respect of Blood, and even Shawn Taylor. I made Chesney Clausen feel the most intimidated that he had ever felt in his life�and stepped up, and almost won the Xtreme Battle Zone, making the second walking into it�instead, I was betrayed by my own, �partner� and I went on my marry way, not thinking a thing of it. He vanishes, for reasons I don�t know to this day, from the wrestling world�.I still talk to Gabe off and on, but wasn�t he one hell of an ally? He saw the spotlight, and he to became the favorite. The power came into his head, and he to done anything in his power to become the top. If he was still around, there isn�t a doubt in my mind that he couldn�t achieve the power that I have now�.he would have went through well. Between York, Blood, and myself, he would have shed blood, and been able to piss blood for weeks on end�but he bailed out, seeing me rise above the occasion, and take charge, and lead this federation�.�

Cade twists off the lid, and downs the contents of the water bottle, almost ridding all of it, leaving less than half, maybe a quarter. Sitting the bottle aside, took the title, and opened it, placing it onto his lap�.He moved the bunch of rags, moving them around to reveal two, almost a fainted pink color. He doused one with water, and wiped along the metal plantings of the title until it was very damp�.taking the other rag, the dry one, and begun to polish it somewhat, watching as it shined, more than it ever did.

Cade: �May men have lost the fight with this title, and retired from their careers, to never be seen by light again�.many of these men older than me, and also more experience, and older than York even�but still, the belt never left the owner, until one night, when one Cade Silver became the man to beat�.going with the longest winning streak to be unseen, eyes were set apon him�many knew, he would become a champion one day, but none knew it could be so quick�.but it was, quicker than maybe it should have been. But it has taught me some things�.with running towards the chase, and now holding it in my hands�it doesn�t mean as much as I always thought it would be�a World Championship, is only a true symbol of the federation its self. All in all, it�s the highest achievement that one can ever reach, not counting the HOF�.hell, men in that league haven�t even been able to get their hands on this title�so that must also set it off on a league of its own�..I�m a legend in the making, a man to be, the man to beat. Every guy who walks into this federation, has their eye on me. I have no need to doubt this one bit, because I�ve been in the same place myself. Of course, I do look forward to new, even bigger challenges than I have right now�.this is my home, it means everything to me�.and in order to make this place remember me, I�ve got to hold it longer than anyone has yet. Of course, that means hold it for around two years, beating out Yorkie pattie�.but I have my own challenges to contend with�.Along with him always hounding on my ass, and always the constant troubles with Stephen Blood, I can never get an undisturbed nights rest�.along, with have the Hall of Famer, Jesse Jones, never had his hand on this title�and he�s blood hungry, and dieing to have his hands on this title�he�ll always be on top of my ass, waiting for the slightest mistake�.and the slightest mistake is all that it takes to lose. One slip up, one fall, one fall to the left shin, and it�s all over�boom�pow�you land on your back, and your vision falls to a blur�and you wake up the next morning�.You can�t even remember what your name is, but one thing that smacks you in the face, is reality. The grim reality that the belt that you have worked your ass for, the company that you have so long put your ass on the line, is no longer in your hands��

As he speaks, he continues to clean the title, eyes never looking up to face the camera. Those large hands continue to work over the title, as a lit cigarette smolders in front of him, on a small table. The pencil thin smoke balancing over his shoulder, and wrapping around the moving nostrils, making the throat feel itchy, and almost a sick feeling, it was a truly bad habit, smoking..

Cade: �Every legend eventually comes to an end, and when that legend comes to an end, another is always born. Men come, and then they go. But only a small list of these coming men, will be those who are remembered years and years after their passing. The vocals of these men will always be found comical, or oh so serious, but the only thing that really is remembered, is how you act in front of the camera�not in a photo shoot, or even a promo. Anyone can talk shit, until they�re blue in the face, but only a real man can back up some shit�.and that�s what it all comes down to. The best man wins, the man who possess the best skills, or also lacks the most�.It�s like racing�you know the saying, the fastest car doesn�t always win? The same can be said about wrestling. The man with the best left hand, the man with the hardest hitting powerbomb, the man with the hardest driving clothesline doesn�t always come out the man to win every night. The man who contains the brains to be able to pull it all off, is the man who always wins the fight. Every fight, is always won before it�s even held�.it�s all built with mental preparation. Like an old friend of mine once said, also an old rival, a battle is always won inside of the mind�Size doesn�t matter, speed, or strength, but if you�ve ever seen a man run recklessly into the ring with nothing but hopes and dreams, that�s a sad and pitiful thing to see�.but that�s why you see men with not only great potential, but men who are the best of the best�..The man who can prove himself every night, on not only out of the ring, but also inside of the ring, is the man who will win the fight. Skills have a lot to do with things, and also experience. I�m the same man I always was, since the day I first walked in�but all anyone needs to become a shred of greatness, is experience. Without any of this experience, we would all be the same, no difference from the other�.the same gray globs, with the same gray faces, every single damn night��

He glances into the surface of the title, it showing the image of himself�and also below, as the camera moved, was a freshly added plate, that held his name on it. The making was very fresh indeed, not more than a week or so old. The title also held a lot of history, a lot of blood shed, but it kept the fresh look of victory. Passed through so many hands, but kept from others, It was a key to becoming a man to be acknowledged.

Cade: �If being a bastard every night, keeping the fans against you, is what it takes to make this federation greater than it�s been, and an even bigger sport of wrestling, then I�ll do it without thinking�.I am my own man, and nothing holds my boundaries. Hampton is a great man, and there isn�t a doubt in my mind that he�d die to have the belt that I have�.we�re a team inside of the ring, and we�ll have the job done in a heart beat�but aside from the ring, all that we always want, in the main symbol, the highest achievement one can offer�and what truly is that? It isn�t this title alone, but it�s the pride you feel, once you�ve done, all that you done�I don�t talk through experience, but on estimation alone�.in a week and some odd days�I may be stepping into the final match of my career. It easily could be the last night I�m able to keep my head hung up high, but still feel like shit every time I come home�but if it means being yellow, as people call me�if it means cheating, then I�ll do it without a thought. This title isn�t my life, but wrestling is�.I could lose this belt at the next Showdown if I could, and it wouldn�t mean shit�.as long as I could still wrestle and have a fighting chance at getting it back, I could live easy�.and now that I�m able to have another title, and maybe be the only man in years to become a double champion�of course my ass is going on the line. Last week, I put Blood through hell, and he also did return the favor�it was one hell of a match�And this week, my title isn�t on the line, but his is�.the one I hold across my title means much more in pride terms, but maybe no in sentimental values. Blood may care more than I do�or vice versa. But I couldn�t give the slightest fuck. All I want, is a good, clean, victory�.And if I cannot win without losing, cheating, then so be it�I�ll look Stephen right in the eyes, and shake his hand, and accept him to be the better man�but until that time comes, and he can prove that to me�his ass is still mine�.he�s on the run, and I�m being the hunter right now�.He to has held this belt for longer than words can say, and let me say, I�m a man to rip people from their prized positions, and walk away fine�.so Blood, you better hold onto that title for as long as you can�treasure it�.Because after the Steel match�you won�t only have enormous amounts of blood, loss, but you�ll also wake up in your shitty little house, and the title won�t be in the spot of your lovers�.it will be my possession. Another award to boast about..because�I�M�.THAT..DAMN�.GOOD�.and I will always be around to let your remember�.when you face Cade Silver�.YOU�.LOSE!�

Cade holds up the title, and grins, seeing his own reflection. He has also begun to form his own grin, much like Blood�s, but also oh so different�.The scene fades�