[Cade: I know why you boys were sent here, you musn�t act so stupid all of the time you know. Last Show-Down, I beat one of the most bragging bastards that I have ever seen in my career, Shaun Cabalar. I watched all of his little so called, promos, but nothing he had impressed me, not even the time that I met him inside of the ring. Nothing he has done impresses me, nor even made a mark. I mean, all that he was able to do, was run his mouth, and prove that his trash talk was nothing but talking shit. And I also have a bone to pick with Mike C, and his boy, whatever the hell his name is. Attack is cheap. Mike couldn�t, or can�t get the job done, so he has help to do it, pathetic. Well, I hate to tell you my friend, when we meet in XBZ, you�ll have no where to run, no where to hide, for I will make this match hell for you. Right now, you might be kicked back, getting butt fucked, and enjoying every second of what you done for me, but the time will come when you wished that didn�t happen, because you know not to mess with Cade Silver, when nothing is your business. And I will introduce you to my title also, but not the same way that you�re thinking of, you�re thinking of having the title in your reign, but there is no chance in hell for that my friend, you know it is but another fantasy in your life story. You stand no chance to me, you never have. We have been in countless matches, you and I, but yet, you seem to be the only one of the two of us, who hasn�t claimed a win for himself. Well, that day isn�t today, or no day for that fact. You see Mike C, this federation has no room for want to be rappers, we all here are serious about what we do, and are devoted to doing it each and every day. You just walk around, wearing your Marvelous Champion belt, in which you did nothing to earn, and walk around, acting like your some hold piece of shit, like you make this federation what it is. But kid, you�re nothing but cold shit on a steel roof, I am the one who puts Xtreme in XWF, I am the one who makes this place what it is today, not some no body, who wants to take the title I worked hard for, just because he has some no-name title. Boy, you will never know what I am, you will never know who I am, you�ll never know how hard I�ve worked to get where I am today, and truth is, I really don�t think you could handle it, I think that power is way too far over your head, you had best grow up before you step up to the plate, and throw around petty disses, and make yourself heard, make yourself known. I don�t make myself known by talking shit, I make myself known for winning matches, and for titles. I would win yours, but it means nothing to me, it means about as much as your head, when I stomp it under my boot. You are shit to me, you aren�t even worth the time I have to kick your ass, it won�t even take that much time for me to end your career. I am not only a match ender, but I am also a career ender, and if you find that as a joke, ask Buster Gloves, or perhaps Heath Adams for that matter of fact, neither of those guys could clearly tell you, because when I got done with them, they had to chew their food in a liquid form. I�m saying you had best take me seriously, I am not a person to reckon with, but a person to fear, Shiru Vanchiez didn�t create fear, or the word, or even the feel, but Cade Silver. When you look into my eyes from across the ring, you will know this, and until then, you will talk all the shit you may. But I will be fast about it, and end you as well, and fast as I can, for I am tired of seeing you, hearing you day in and day out in my mind. I will slowly get into your head, you will hear me so much, that I am the image that you see at night when you go to bed, you will fear me every day you have the chance, I will strike your knees out from under you, I will make you more weaker than what you are right now, I am a plague, that lurks under your flesh, I will destroy you outside, and inside, piece by piece, part by part, until I have torn you apart, and no one will be able to recognize you any further.]

[Cade smirks, and slowly walks back into where he had came from, bringing the cig slowly back to his lips, and took a long drag from it, the red tip shown up very brightly from within the darkness. A cold, horrid laugh is heard from around, bouncing around the halls, in a bit of a echo. It was the sound of defeat, not for Cade, but for all of his opponents, but of this next week, he wouldn�t only face Mike c, he would be facing everyone in the federation, everyone that had anything to offer. This week, would made Cade�s first full year from when he had first started, his first match was during the XBZ, in which the only time in his life, he would team up with Shiru Vanchiez, and Jax Meridius, and make a win over G-Village, and Moses Shabazz, in which another career that would be ended that night, but it wouldn�t be the only match that was ended infront of Cade, or by Cade. He paved the path of destruction, he didn�t just walk through, and watch, but he made that path, he has taken down several people, and the ones that he is mostly known for, are the ones who brag the most, the ones who like to boast, and be as cheap as possible. All of the little snide remarks he had heard in his life, all from his opponents of course, always hit him as in some form of humor when he heard people mock him. The Last Rebels for matter of fact, Chesney Clausen, such people like this would never see around Cade, but he would finally get his chance to make himself known, this would be his second chance to be what he is meant to be, his second chance to become the top of the world, his second chance, since the beginning of the year, to take the ball, and run with it. This win would mean so much for him, it would do so much, but yet so little. It would rapidly expand his world, until he was known all around, up and down, other than these little minor places. Of course, he was fairly known, for all of the people he had been able to eliminate, but none of the witch, were really the most popular, really known. Cade took a small step into the darkness a few weeks back, and he had no ones attention, he was the last person that people would think as, �In the Game,� but he was the game now, he held all of the cards in his hands, all of the trumps, he would have all of the power behind him. But of course, he would even be going against team mates, nothing that phased him before, but perhaps only made him stronger. His anger had been able to rapidly grow week in, and week out, and make him stronger, more of an individual.]

[Cade: You are still a young boy in your heart, still a small child inside, and you know this so. You are nothing but a kid, who likes to go around, running his mouth every chance that he has, and make fun of the real men around. But when it boils down to the time inside of the ring, you run away, you run so that you can escape reality, so that you can escape pain, so that you can run all of your worries away. But I will never go away, I will be your every thought, I will be your ever sight this week, I will be your eyes, I will be your pain, and I will make your down fall. Still doubting me? Heh, I only thought so. But in due time, you will find out the truth, either if you are ready to handle it, or if you are not, the time will come, when you are dealt your hand, from the dealer, who is tossing the cards into the stack. The stack, is the XBZ match, which holds nothing but the past, and what the present could hold. That stack contains all of the competition, all of the stars, who either can be made, or broken here. I, I am the dealer, I am the one that holds the hand of life, I am the one who will provide life, and with that power, I will be able to also end what I create. You might not be my creation Mike C, and if you were, I would never claim you, you�re not worth a hair on my ass, or even worthy of my free time. You are nothing but a bothersome insect, that someone cannot get rid of. You will finally see what was meant to be, and what was meant to be, destiny, is that you are made to lose, you are made to make way for a soon to be new champion, a soon to be winner, a soon to be future. For you seen, Destiny is Final, and you cannot change it, Mike C, your destiny is caught up with me, your destiny will either end here, or grow into a new legacy. But you are still too young, and too weak too become a big pact, you are too small to become The Future, still an adolescent, you�re premature, and won�t be able to make it. Even if you were able to take that belt from me, I would be back next week, ready to take it back from you. And if I wasn�t the person to pry it from your hands, simply some one else could have it done. What I am trying to say is, you are not meant to win, you will break down one day, and see this. There is a side to everything, good, evil, bad, and nice. With every winner, every victor, there is always that same person, who he went against, who had to look away from defeat, and leave it with someone else, the person who missed his shot at glory, my friend Mike C, that is you. You are nothing but a stepping stone for me to climb into the Duel rankings, and that is my next stop, with Stephen Blood, but he will not be the last, but merely the start.]

[Smirks some, and pushes one of the men away, and walks over to a window, where a sparse amount of light punched through, and dawned him in the face. He shown no sign of real emotion, so sign of remorse for words, no sign of a feeling of weakness. At this current state, he was on top of his game, only in the strongest, and up most kept. In the last few weeks, he had found a bit of inspiration within himself, a source of hidden power, a mixture of a bit of emotion, that caused him to pick up his game, and step up, to show another side, around from the jack-ass, he became more understanding, of what his position was at this moment. He wasn�t at the top, nor at the bottom, but slowly, but surely rising to the top. The win over Cabalar brought a new sense of power, a new sense of being, that made him better in it�s own way. But taking on Mike C was a bit of an easy task, something he had done before, without much of a problem.]

[Cade: Last week, I changed, I became a new man. That match with Shaun Cabalar, brought a sense of strength from me. I was the bottom dog in that match, the last man that was suspected to win, but I didn�t pal around, I took it seriously, and won the match, fairly. I didn�t ask for the Illuminati to help me, they just happened to be in the right place, and at the right time, sucks to be Cabalar. But from what I�ve heard, that loss was only his fifth, probably his only one to any person in the XWF, but that night was anew night it seems. Shawn Taylor would also be able to pin The Champion, and also my dear friend Gabriel Logan able to pin Stealth, although, I didn�t ever doubt his abilities, but yet, I think he has stepped his game. I wouldn�t doubt it, if Cabalar would feel his sixth up against my mate, for he shouldn�t be a man to take lightly. You seen how Shaun took it easy, and unsuspected my win, but you see now, to expect anything, from anyone.]

[Now waling around the room slowly, he claps his hands after he words, with a bit of a cruel laugh. He also now finds a few pictures on the wall, the pictures in which he looked at, were blurry, couldn�t be seen from the angle, or the bit of light. Cade frowned apon them, and tilted his head, running a finger down the image, and smirked some, taking a small, stumbling step back.]

[Cade: A great man he could have been, but he let his weaknesses take him, before he could reveal any strengths. But I still miss him to this day, there isn�t a day out of my mind that I don�t. If he wouldn�t have let drinking take him over, he would have truly been a strong man, but with such stupidity, the drinking took him over, and made him do what he did that night. A truly sad thing that I hate to think about, but sometimes the past is hard to look past. But I don�t like to look back, and frown about it, but I like to make my future, and my future in the XWF, is me. I will become the greatest this place has to offer, and that is what my dream is. Mike C will be shrugged out of the way, but maybe not as easily as I wished. But I will over come him, and keep my title longer, until it must be vacated, I will not lose it in a match, and I promise that to only myself. No one else deserves such words.]

[He smirks some, looking down at another picture, this time crouching down to look at it. A small smile played across his lips, as he stood again, and looked over to the other side of the room, at what looked like a door, that was swung open. A few foot steps could be heard from the side of the room, until a man stood at the door. His head was slightly over, him being a good seven foot, and one inch. He was very large, and his frame was mostly muscular, maybe not like Cade�s, but a good deal. Jason Beckett, a good friend of Cade for some while, was also a fellow wrestler, know in a verified few places.]

[�The Beck� Jason Beckett: I wouldn�t think of it too much, having a lot on your mind isn�t a good thing, people who think a lot, think of what bad things could happen, always get caught up in what will happen next. You, like your father, worry too much, now don�t go and disappoint me, I know you�re not weak in the head, nor even close physically. But don�t go and lose, and let my bragging go to a waste, because you know I don�t do that too often. Mike C is only a first step that night, a night of wins I want you to always remember. I won�t be satisfied if you only retain the title, I want you to beat that prick into a bloody pulp, and go into XBZ, against people that you�ve only heard of on Tv, and win. This will make you known better than anything, faster than all. You�re the underdog of the match, but that didn�t effect you last week, so why should it now?]

[Cade: That�s the good point in it all, it never has. But right now, all I can think about is that match with Mike C, and getting his little �buddy� back for that assault. I might not claim my revenge anytime soon, but I wouldn�t ask anyone to take their eyes off of me, there has never been a shy or lightened moment in my career, could anyone ever think to it? Jim Minion, my first title shot, I was underrated, and shot down in all the predictions, but yet, I was the only man who walked out of that match standing on my own two feet, maybe I did need a little help, but that was one hell of a match I�ve got to admit, if not the best I�ve ever had. But if it boils down to the most competitive, I would have the throw the rag back to Cabalar again. I don�t have much respect for the man, but he does know how to fight well.]

[Beck: True, I remember seeing that match, it was around the same time I was to step into the ring. And I must say, that is the best match I have seen in a while, until I was able to see you and Cabalar. I mean, if you looked at his career wins, you would never expect what would happen, but then again, when you think back to Cade Silver, you always got to keep him in your mind as a factor, there is never a dull moment in his life, never a moment you should keep him down. Every match that he should have loss...He didn�t, he came out on the top every time.]

[Cade: Simply put, there is no beating me. I am the future. Slowly, every single match I am in, makes me better. The more people look down on me, is the more that I get up to my feet, and shout in their faces. I am the future, the future is Cade Silver, and I can�t be beaten again you see. This next week, I will step into the ring, and beat Mike C, infront of all of my screaming, and adoring fans, crushing all of the dreams he has, and take that little shitless title from him, and crush his head in with it, untill he couldn�t breath. And then, I will wait for my time, when the XBZ match comes, and make my second year debut, and folks, I wouldn�t be disappointed in what I am aiming to show. Only but the most excellence my career has to offer. I will put everything I have in that match, and I will come out on top. I am simply going to prove, that I do have what it takes to win. And when the XWF returns in the following year, I will be celebrating, for soon, that title that Chris York calls his, will be mine. That title isn�t his, but it is held on borrowed time, it is mine. For you see, such titles as that are reserved for the best, and clearly seen, is me. Anyone could see it from a first match. These last few �elite� matches have been flukes. The matches that needed to be take a look at, are my matches. Every single one of them have been five started, regardless who has won, but you must say, it is glorious when I have my shot at destroying a career, and come XBZ, you might not see Mike C again, I don�t plan for any outside light from the nearest hospital, to shine on him.]

[Beck: See, now that�s my boy, exactly what I wanted to hear, and I expect nothing less when I watch it. Mike C runs his mouth, like he has done all in his career, but that title he holds doesn�t even mean anything, not the slightest thing at all. Mike C isn�t worthy of holding a title as The futures, he doesn�t even deserve to call himself a wrestler, he is a disgrace to all that he surrounds. He really shouldn�t be allowed to crown his own titles, for petty little thoughts he thinks to himself. I bet you he goes home at night time, and fondles himself, because he never had anyone that cared about his bragging ass.]

[The two men begin to walk down along the room, and then out, as the crew cut off the equipment, and turn to Cade and Beck, both men are gone, and down an old hall of the old shack. The men now enter an old, run down parking lot, where there are about five cars. Three or so for the crew, and a car for each of them. Not bothering to leave yet, Jason and Cade lean up against one of their cars, and look around the horizon, where Cade pushes up, and looks into the sky for a moment, and clinches his fists, giving the air a few empty jabs, and slowly lowers his fists, and steps back, looking over to Beck, and offers a fast nod, walking around a bit, more into a pace like structure, both men somehow finding a loss for words at the moment, while Cade was deeply in thought to himself, about his career, and what he had left. This brought a small grin over his face, while he walked back towards the way he came, giving the air another slight jab, and jumps to the side, rolling his shoulders. In his mind, he could see himself in the ring, but somehow, this image was not complete, he still needed a few brief sessions of training, in which would make him that much better, maybe not one more session, but a few more, probably one or two a day, until it was time for his match. Also, he needed to do some training for his match sooner, than later, so it wouldn�t turn into something last minute, like most things.]

[Cade: I�m not going to spend too much of my time in the U.S, my best bid would be to head over to where I will be doing battle, for such an important match as XBZ. I have a match, and I really don�t know much about it. I guess I�ll really have to pull my nose out of the rain on this one again, but believe it or not, I am the under dog once more, and when that happens, I expand, like heated rubber, I improve myself under intense heat, and expand for the occasion. I may not know much about that match, but I am sure I could find out easier than I couldn�t. I have a perfect person in mind, that I�ll confront with, I will seek out Shawn Taylor, one of the bests this federation has to offer, and ask him to get me into the game, and at least get me into the game with a week, because I really don�t plan on losing that match. I could get two things done with this, including the XBZ training, which all I need is to keep warmed up, and my game will be on top.]

[Beck nods, and walks towards his own direction, whilst Cade took his own, scanning over the mountains one last time, and looks over towards the cars, which had begun to leave now, a few of the camera crew got into their car, and made off. Cade smirks, thinking to himself that the tip he gave them to come, really didn�t give them much to work with, but he particularly didn�t care, and gave Jason a leaving nod, and approaches his car. A blast of music could be heard, thumping, vibrating along the road, as the car thunders down the road, the image of the surrounding fades to black.]