[Steve: �Damn Cade, did you just see that fine lady that went by? I mean damn man, she wasn�t the slutty kind of hot, she was classy, the world needs more women like that. Women like that only come once a life time, and I had best run after her before she flies up into heaven.�]

[He begins to follow over towards the woman, with a zombie expression across his face, as he kind of stumbles over his own feet, nearing to a fall, the woman looks over at him, with a bit of a smirk, seeing how goofy he acted, and walked on. Steve never stopped, and kept walking forward. He had gotten maybe a few inches from where he stood, once he stopped slobbering all over the floor. And Cade grabbed his shoulder, with a good grip.]

[Cade: �Slow down there pal, you�ve said that about the last, what, five girls that we�ve seen walk by that have somewhat nice looking asses? If you were to take a closer little look at our friend over there, she�s a fucking skank. Besides, we�re on our way to England, you needa keep your snake on the skates for at least the rest of this week, the best action you�ll be getting is your right palm.�]

[Steve: �But Cade, you really don�t understand, you doing the whole training thing doesn�t have anything at all to do with me, all I�m doing here is providing you with a little mental support. I could spend some quality time in some hotel pinned under that babe. Now that is the kind of work out you need to work on getting more.�]

[Cade: �Steve, keep your dick in your pants, and don�t let it explode, you should keep your eye on the prize, and focus on what�s really important to you. Wait around a bit, and find something that you�re really interested on, and put all of your best efforts forward, and kinda go for it. Something like what I do, something that you can enjoy, with getting paid. Now that�s the best that anything could ever offer. Is entertainment, and some extra jingle in your pants.�]

[Steve paid no attention to such, �good ethics�, and marched on towards the woman, but Cade still had his grip, but unknowing, Steve still went no where, in the same spot. This seemed to go on for a few minutes, until Cade finally let out a sigh, and gave a brief pull on Steve, pulling him back a good little distance, but Steve finally broke loose from the hold, and practically ran over to the woman, at full speed.]

[Cade: �What an idiot, this should be a good show at least. A girl that Steve actually ran to, what a slouch. I�d like to see him pull some of that poetic shit that he used to TRY and do. Now that was some good funny shit.�]

[He finally got to the woman, but stopped the running pace, that now had a good amount of people looking at him. He slowed down, to a normal, kind of a casual walking pace, and pushed back a good strand of hair under his ear, and approached the desk, where the woman stood. Steve, himself, was a good six foot, and two inches, while the woman was around five foot, and ten inches herself, not too much of a height difference at least. He leans his right hand over, and dings the service bell a few times, until he now had the woman�s attention.]

[Female: �Um, sir, that bell only needed to be rung once, I could actually hear if the first time, I wasn�t pretending to just look over you, but hell. What do you need?�]

[Steve: �Well, for starters, I would like to take you out to dinner, and maybe, introduce you to my best friend�One Eyed Willy��]

[She listens for a moment, and the smile she wore, slowly turned to a angry look, and she lightly smacked him across her face, and turned her back on him, starting to click away quickly on the computer that was before her. He seen the anger, and quickly pulled back from it. Keeping his mind in his upper head thinking more, or atleast trying. It felt as if all of the blood in his head was low.]

[Steve: �Ummm, ummm, that�s not what I meant? Well, eh, I have a cousin named Willy, and he�Has an eye patch? And well�ummmm, I thought you would like him, and have a nice night enjoying his length, I MEAN COMPANY. Anyways..he�s a real nice guy, and I think you two would really hit it right off.�]

[Woman: �I�ve heard a lot better pick up lines than that, so you�ll have to try a little harder, a classy woman Is harder to pick up, than some street bitch, did you actually think I was that cheap, or even really that stupid?�]

[Steve: �No, um, but I�m being serious, I wasn�t being serious by that. And besides, a street woman is the cheapest, because when you pick her up, you never have to worry about where to drop her off, she lives no where, I mean hell.�]

[He face somewhat lightens up a bit, hearing a bit of a joke, she lightly hit him, and chuckles some, walking slowly back over closer, looking along him for a moment or so, and tilted his head. At the moment, there was several people behind the two, starting to slowly get pissed off. From the distance, Cade watched them, in a sense of amazement, from what he seen, was slowly working. Just a little bit more, and Steve would be in there.]

[Female: �Anyways, I�ve not got all day for corny jokes, what is it you really need? I know you just didn�t stroll up here from the goodness of your heart, to try and make me laugh. What do you want?�]

[Steve: �Well, for starters, I would like to maybe, stay around here, and get to know you better. And later, when you get off to work, I would like to take you, and get a good steak dinner, now how would that stand with you right now?�]

[Female: �You don�t even know me, and from the looks of it, I don�t want to know you. And I�ll offer you some advice right now, if I were you, I would calmly walk off, and act like this didn�t happen, before I call some security.�]

[Cade tilted his head, no able to really hear what they were talking about. But the woman said the security part, with a small grin, and this made Cade think that Steve was actually doing well. He laughed somewhat, and titled his head, still listening in to them, still finding every bit of this interesting, that he actually scored her.]

[Cade: �Hmmm, interesting. I believe Steve was actually right on this one, looks like the two of them are really hitting it off, but Steve doesn�t look too happy, maybe she actually did the vice versa for once, she wanted him, and this time, he actually didn�t want her. Now that would be very interesting.�]

[Steve thought to himself and placed his hands on his hips, and quickly straightened his posture, quickly looking around for who she talked about, and only seen the countless people walking by. No one in sight really that he would fear, and turned back to her, a very confident look on his face, or so, atleast he thought. It looked more like some kind of weird, off brand Disney movie, stand up at a school.]

[Steve: �Security? You actually think I am afraid of those doughnut eating bastards? All those popos do are walk around, holding their guns and shit, acting like they have all the power in the world, and they�re nothing but puppets. Besides, anyone who thinks they could take down Steve Silver, has to be kidding. I mean, baby, I am THE ALPHA, and THE OMEGA!�]

[Steve talks some shit, while the woman looks over his shoulder, and sees two approaching men, wearing blue uniforms. Both men are of good size, way over Steve�s head, and huge around. Not with fat, but very muscular, each of them. Neither of the guards were armed, but only had their arms folded. Steve went ahead, and flattered himself, thinking that she stared at him, thinking she liked what he heard, going with the usual knowing, that women like a confident man, and played with this role.]

[Steve: �I mean hell, if anyone thinks they can take down a Silver, I would like to issue an all out challenge to any swingin ass bastard in this damn place. No one would even hope to stand infront of me and say that they want me, I mean, all it would is��]

[He didn�t pause, but he was interrupted by a real deep voice, by a guard on the right, the white man, who looked right around six foot, and seven inches, and pure muscle, weighing around three hundred pounds. Making any professional wrestler look bad.]

[Guard 1: �I�m going to kick your worthless ass motherfucker.�]

[The voice was a bit smaller, for such a big guy. Steve heard that voice and smirked, and spoke as he turned around, a few words coming in before his body was slowly turned.]

[Steve: �What the hell? There�s some whiny little fucker actually thinking to himself, and has the balls to say that he could kick my ass, let me go see what this little chump wants, ok?�]

[As he turned around, he almost was looking directly at the mans chest, slowly, the grin faded, and he looked up, to see the face of the man. He was already starting to back to the side, and seen the other one before he could do anything, almost letting out a little girly scream.]

[Steve: �Whoah, whoah, whoah now, I couldn�t do anything here now, I think I know you man. I mean, I think I know you..Is your name�Ummmm�.Mark?�]

[Guard #1: �No motherfucker, my name is Matt, but I wouldn�t consider you a friend, or ever want to know you. And you had better haul your ass out of here, before I throw it out of here.�]

[Steve: �Kick my ass out of here? Wait just a damn second. Do you even know who the hell I am? I am..ummm�.eh, Steve Silver, a black belt in karate, and no big motherfucker like you is going to even attempt that shit, cause I KNOW I could kick your ass, without applying any of my judo.�]

[He strikes a pose and almost five minutes later, Cade stepped up to the front desk, and dropped the bag onto the floor, it making a slight thumb. As he looked around, and couldn�t find a pin to sign some papers, he looked down, Steve was violently tossed over, and laded by his feet, a pin rolls over from his pocket, a slight bit smashed from the very hard made impact.]

[Cade: �Well, would you look at that, a pen, exactly what I needed right now, why thanks there Steve, and oh, would you mind telling me what you are doing on the ground? I know it isn�t anything to do with those two big ass guards over there, now would it?�]

[Steve: - Standing Up. - �Ummm, no, hell no, of course not. That woman agreed to go out to eat with me, but then I kinda remembered, that I had to leave to England with you, and all of that mental support shit like you said, and I finally realized something, and I�ve decided to go in search of my dream, and do like, what you said.�]

[Cade: �Well, atleast I�m glad that you seen it my way. What made you change your mind then there Steve? It couldn�t possible be anything that I said to you earlier, right?�]

[Steve: �Well, all that matters is I found my reason, but I�ll get back to that. Umm, yeah, anyways, we better had get going. That plane isn�t going to wait around forever, and I really don�t expect another one so soon.�]

[Nodding, Cade speaks to the woman, fills out a few forms for a few free coupons, and slides them each into his pocket, a few falling out onto the floor, as Steve and Cade walk through the doors. Moment later, the scene fades, and reopens inside of the plane, as they have finally found their seats.]

[Cade: �Well, it seemed like it took forever, but it looks like we actually finally made it. Now, I only need to dig down deep, and pull out my twenty hour rest. Cause the food is shit, and the movie isn�t funny. Tom Hanks couldn�t fight his way out of a house made of tissue.�]

[Steve wasn�t really paying much attention, but ratherly entertained by the movie. Cade notices, and shook his head, smirking some, and grabs for his ear phones, and listens for a few moments.]

[Cade: �What the hell? This looks more like a children�s surviving video, if your dad went into a rage while camping, and shot himself. This shit is terrible, I mean, how long could you actually last on a damn island without sex? I mean, your palm only can help you so much, but I guess someone like Tom here hasn�t had anything else.�]

[Steve: �How can you not find this fucking funny? I mean, he was so bored, and went mental from the four or so years he spent on that little island, that he took a ball, that he had cut and bled over, and made a friend out of it. Fucking genius , I mean I wonder who had to fucking write this stuff!�]

[Cade: �It sure as hell couldn�t be someone who actually has a fine interest in movies, I could tell you that right now. Probably some dude, in his mid forties, who never had a life, or any friends, and wanted to make a movie through what he had to suffer, but doing a way without making him look bad, and tried to use Tom Hanks to make it look good. No one can see underneath of this stupid, worthless crap.�]

[Steve: �How in the hell can�t you find this funny? I mean, look, he named a fucking ball, and made friends with it, what�s better than that? Nothing, it�s fucking hilarious.�]

[Cade: �You don�t get around much do you? I�ve seen one movie Hanks is good in, and he isn�t funny. He would be more of a good character, if he actually tried to be serious. When he tries to be funny, he looks more like a dorky teacher I had in History when I was in school, some perv who would spread his pants every time a thirteen year old girl would walk by, and tell the corniest jokes.�]

[Cade watches the movie for about another ten minutes. Silence around the plane, as in a bit, the plane has already taken off into the sky, and gotten into a decent elevation, now going good. Cade tossed the head phones on the floor, and took out his pillow from the compartment.]

[Steve: �No, now Cade, you can�t go to sleep, this movie is about to go off, such a shame I say. But do you know what�s coming on next?�]

[Cade: -Smirking some.- �Let me guess, something even stupider, maybe like�Peter pan?�]

[Steve:�YEEESSSS. How did you know? Hell, if I knew the movies here were going to be so good, I would come with you every time. Do they always play this good of stuff?�]

[Cade: �What a thriller, oh boy, you know what, nothing could be such a superstar combo, you know that. Nothing ever could top these two good movies, you know that? There is nothing better, than Peter Pan.�]

[Steve: �Yeah, I know. Finally someone agrees with me.�]

[Cade: �I was being sarcastic, I wouldn�t watch this movie if there wasn�t anything else coming on. Aside from the fact I don�t even want to know what�s next, so don�t take the liberty of seeing. I�d rather talk about the XWF�or GEW�.�]

[Steve: �Dude, you can�t hate this. This movie is a fucking old one, you can�t hate those old movies, they�re classics.�]

[The scene fades to black, and almost hours later, the scene opens back up, in a gym. There are a good amount of people around, and Cade is standing, wearing a pair of jeans, and a vest like shirt, and a pair of shades, now standing a the door, looking back in from time to time, rolling his shoulders, watching the many people around them. All looked American, but they had the English/British accent. He smirked some, and cracked his head to the side. Steve was off, talking to some random person, some other female Cade would have thought.]

[Cade: �Mike C�.I can�t look forward to learning the rules to this match, because when I get them down, and understand the full concept of it all, there will be no hiding from me. Because I will finally prove to you, that I can simply not be beaten. I�ve been able to beat you in a singles match, in normal rules, and now, all I lack is a match of your own, a match that you know more about, and now I can still be called the underdog, while I still have more skills than you do, you still have more information over me. You know more about this match than I do, and I will pull out, and show everyone that you can never down rate the lowest dog, in the lowest match. I�m going to fuck you up twice that match man, I mean how bad will that seriously be looking on you? I have my first match with you early, and I have just enough time to tear you up, in your home country, at your own type of match, now I know I can ask you about embarrassment, when I beat the fucking hell out of you with my ring, and then I steal your piece of shit title, and beat you so hard, you won�t remember where you are. And then, once I have your title, I will break it into pieces, because someone doesn�t need a worthless title. I mean, who in the fuck crowns themselves a champ, on their own? No body, except a fucking loser, I mean look at that fact, no one I�ve seen ever makes themselves their own champion. Everyone around this federation has hauled their slack around some time or another to earn their own title, but you have to be clever, or marvelous, or so you say to have such a title, but the truth beheld, that title really shows you how much more of a loser you are. All the Americans hate you, every single one of us, none of us like your English ass, you make your whole country look bad. Look at Shawn Taylor, he�s a prime example of what you should be, now he�s a real wrestler, I really don�t see how he could come from the same hole as he did, but I guess not all people from England are good. Cause I mean look at your good pal, your mate, Joey B, I�ve beat his ass, more than his dad did as a kid. And then we have another chummy good buddy, War Gun, who I don�t care as much to piss on his head. Come XBZ though, I will fuck you up trice. I will put you out of the running for the futures championship, and then I�ll be able to turn around, and throw you out in the final match, and make you look really good. And don�t� you turn your back on me, or even act like you doubt me, because when you do, that�s when you strike most. The Cobra, doesn�t attack from the backs of animals for the fact that they fear them, but they attack from the back because they hate so. That slash down apon their pray, and don�t let it escape, until it�s nothing but boney remains inside of it�s gut. But you Mike C, aren�t even worth that much, as any other fucker in the GEW. Scott Daze? What kind of name is that even, some swinging fucker who thinks he has what it takes to handle Cade Silver. And you want to know how many people can actually handle me? I say your chances are down to none. I wouldn�t let your hopes up. But don�t ever think to yourself, that you don�t fear what I am, I am your mind, your conscience, every single one of your people, who thinks they can handle me, anytime, and anywhere, well, you know what? I am always ready, I am always standing, waiting for a good match, and as far as I can see right now, there�s no one around to even do that much. I�m fastly becoming the best wrestler this place has ever seen. I�m not going to be the next Chris York, but I am to be better, much better. He was good, and ahead for his time, but times to change. People fall, and no ones are made to arrive, and will set at the crown of the XWF, time has already been short in my GEW, I already practically own that place. Everyone there eats from my feet, and fears me. Finally a band of people who can see what�s in front of their eyes, someone who knows how to respect what�s good, but I�m not done yet. I will take over my home, my XWF, and I will make it mine. In the next match, instead of seeing the shitty people like War Machine against the Rebels, I will arise to the point, and become the best, and when you least expect it, so never over look me, because I�m knocking on your back step. And as soon as you let me in, you�ll be laying on your ass.�]

[Cade smirks to himself, and rips the glasses from his face, looking along the camera, his eyes never blinking, or showing the emotion of letting up, or even becoming less tense. His muscles had begun to bulge, and even his face to show red. He was the definition of Extreme, and no one would be ever to take him away. He proved last week, when he was down, and no one thought he would ever be able to become anything more, Is the time that he came up the fastest, grew, and stepped up to the next level, and became in. He was slowly closing in on the champ, but at a such pace, he would be practically knocking on his back in the matter of months. Talk already went around, that Cade was not even longer fit for the futures, but in need of something better, something above the level. It was true, no one was on his level, except for the people higher�the scene fades to black�.]