It�s been a long time, way too long. People of the likes, such as Jesse Jones, think they will be allowed to run their mouths until the end of time, and keep blowing out shit from the mouths for so long, that it�ll be a never ending sequence. Truth beheld, there was a time when all shit came to an end. Jesse Jones had been lacing his baby boots way too long, and living another day to step into the ring. Finally, he devised a great plan to end the career, that Phan was too lazy to end; he decided to challenge a man out, a man that could crush his bones and hurt him more than physically, with the simplicity of his own hands. Cade Silver, once the beast of the XWF, and of other federations, he�s put a lot behind him. Former World, Futures, and Xtreme Championship, all of that happened in the past with different names on the roster. With time spent away, he�s more than ready to return to the ring, and deal with the people that needed to be dealt with. Jones was walking one too many days over the amount that he should be, and the clock is ready to chime with the end of his career. Can you smell it? A tournament Cade won only last year, is what he used to come to the Championship, and this year as he makes yet another return in it, he�s to end a career. To be honest, it wouldn�t be a first time he�d crushed a soul in his hand, but the only difference this time, is that�d he�d immensely enjoy it�

Cade Silver: �Jesse Jones, a man that doesn�t have the brain cells to tell himself when to quit. You�ve been breathing on the soil of my living for way too long. Too many times you�ve wrote a check your ass just can�t cash, but yet, every time you seem to fall on your fucking face, you just try and get back up. I wouldn�t go as far as to say that�s courage, but you just being the dumbass that you�re used to being. But this time, you�ve been looking for a way to end that pathetic time inside the ring, that you would try and call your career. �World Champion� Kincaid even said it would be worth the time, and do you know why? Because a great man, would be crushing the life out behind a man that no longer deserves it. Jones, do you know what role you plan in this story? You play the role of the prince, that never went into puberty, and was eventually eaten by a big bad wolf�shit, there�s no fairy tale in which that happens; it�s the reality you�ll be living in a few short weeks. You�re the young fellow who could never grow hair on his balls, or get an erection when the hot chick next door could be seen in the window, and I�m the big bad wolf that�s going to bring your patheticness to an end. So many times I�ve seen you challenge men out, and time and time again you seem to do nothing more than fail. You�ll probably bitch as you usually do; hop onto XWF.com, and get onto the message boards, quote some things from my promo under a kid�s name, and try and make me look stupid, while you do it only to yourself, not to mention the every other time your jaws flop.�

�I have nothing against you personally, Jesse, besides the point of your needing a breath mint, and being taught a lesion inside of the ring, I�ll be able to provide you with one. Although we�ve had a lacking for times stepping in front of each other to face off inside of an XWF ring, this will be the only time it happens. I had no intent on challenging for your career, I had no reason to think that you even cherished such a thing anymore, seeing as though you toss it around like no one cares�oh, wait, I did miss something, no one does care anymore. We live in a world, where no one seems to care anymore. The �great� Christian Falkenyork fell off the side of the planet, as he took drunken master Stephen Blood with him, while a new champion arose on the planet. Shotgun even managed to take his final bow, and final suck to York, and make his way out; all I need to say to them, is not to let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. Jones, why didn�t you follow? No one wants you, and no one even needs you. The first time you left, and so called retired, is the last time you should have even showed your face publicly.�

�So, since you just can�t seem to take a hint, I�ll give you a small spotlight to take your final bow, and send your ass home, a loser, a bigger loser than always. I do admire the balls it took to challenge Cade Silver himself out for a career match, much the less an ordinary match, so I will give you a bravo on that part, but I�m planning to send your ass packing�and to you once more, don�t let the door hit your ass on the way out.�

A hard sound is heard, this being a glass slamming against a table, a shot glass full of hard whisky. The camera slowly pans away, until Cade is seen in a small surrounding, much of the unknown. Light is heavily sparse, and that could be seen from around, nothing but a small circular wooden table, and a small matching chair, not to mention the dozen of glasses sitting around, a few of them holding a undersized sum left. Cade shifts around in his seat.

Cade Silver: �So, what is it that you�ll have to say this time, Jones? The times that you do choose to take to speak, you only seem to show how much of an idiot you are, while you shit at the mouth. I�m not the only one who would openly admit to you being the biggest loser the XWF has had to call it�s own, but hell, even War Machine left long ago, could you not even follow him? Weren�t you before his time even? All that time here, and all you�ve managed to do, is snag a minor role in the Hall of Fame, for being an arrogant little prick. You didn�t even have what it took, to admit that Kinky had eliminated you from the Xtreme Battle Zone Match. What the hell just seems to be your problem? You won�t leave, and you won�t stop bragging as if you�re even worth a few seconds of my time. Everyone has their time in the spotlight, even I have had mine once a long time ago, and I don�t even expect to see a title shot of any kind. The Last Rebels? To be honest, I don�t even care to look for them anymore. The simple truth is, I�m going to let the answers find me, and apply them when I need them. The world hates me, but indeed they hate you worse my friend. Who do you believe is going to win? I outclass you in skill, and I can even dress better than I can. Just take it from me, Jesse, that nail polish collides with your masculinity.�

�The voice from inside that every human being contains, should have told you that much. Masculinity, and nail polish doesn�t seem to balance out. So will all fairness ado, I do believe it is time, that you�ll have your plate wiped clean, and you�ll finally get to return to what you liked to do; men. Oh, wait, I don�t have to retire you to go back to your homosexuality ways, you probably are doing that right now, playing with your little prick when I talk to you. Hah, I crack myself up sometimes�I love a good homosexuality remark, I always have Jesse. But all of that aside, you need to be put to sleep, you�re causing the great God himself to just commit suicide.�

Cade slams another shot down of the hard liquor, and wipes his mouth clean with his hand. He breathes, but only a little, and continues to look around the small setting that he remains to be in. His voice from inside begins to tell him that he�s doing some good for once�finally stepping out of the shadow that he created for himself, and using his spare time for some good. Two times he�s left, for reasons he really doesn�t have answers to, but all that he could speak for, is the new career he�ll be beginning with the King of Xtreme Tournament, and the whole plan would be spoiled, had he be to lose to Jesse Jones on the first round, also ending his XWF career for good, never allowing him to return.

Cade Silver: �A lot of good faces have came, and have gone. The company has changed so fast, anymore, I don�t even know half of the names anymore. But as we all rot away, get too old to wrestle anymore, all we have left, is a dead beat retard, who still doesn�t know when to call it quits. If people that are over the age of forty can still set around and watch wrestling, and make the comment such as; �I remember watching him as a kid!�, needs to leave. Jones may or may not have had a good career, but the only thing I�ll be caring about that, is the whole highlight of his crummy career. And do you know what that is, the biggest memory he will ever have? The night�that he almost defeated Cade Silver, and ended his career�.won�t that be something to tell to the great great grandchildren? I honestly don�t care, all I care is about the time I get to wrap my hands around his lousy little neck, and choke every bit of life from his body, until he no longer breaths, no longer is capable of carrying a twinkle of the eye; no, I wish I would be killing him, but I will be killing him from the inside out�.killing a man�s career when he�s been around for way too long, is the worst thing you can do to their soul.�

Cade slams down another shot, and then of course, wipes his mouth free and clear of the liquid, looking back up.

Cade Silver: �But if Jones does mange to get lucky, and somehow manages to cheat, and win over Cade Silver�well, I will make good out of my promise, and leave the XWF, and wrestling all together, and retire from the great sport. I�ve left my mark here, and if I left for good today, the people a hundred years from now will remember my name, and wish they had bought my wrestling tape on e-bay. So take it now Jones, take all the time you need to get ready, because you�ll be needing every damn second that you have, to defeat the man that has ended legends, such as Shiru Vanchiez�he was a great man, a great career to end�he needed the time off. But you? Not even worth an excuse of why to return in the King of Xtreme tournament�all you�re worth, is a quick beating, with immense pain. I look forward to inflicting total humiliation upon you Jesse; I just hope you look forward to it as much as I do�ta-ta for now.�

Cade grins, and holds up the shot, seeming to bash the glass against another in mid air, and downs the shot. He stands, standing as straight as a sober man, and talking one hundred percent that way. A man of his sizing requiring a good bit.

Cade Silver: �But until we meet again, old friend, you can meet me inside of your dreams, for I will be the dark essence that creates the nightmares, and haunts you for the rest of your miserable life. I, Cade Silver, will be the man, that finally laid down Jesse Jones for the 1�.2�.3�hell, a man could leave into the hall of fame for doing that alone; as Jesse would admit himself.�

The scene fades.