The scene opens up, in an almost silent scenery. The streets. There are people walking back and forth, but not very many. Those who are, remain in silence. Cade is among one of these people, along with his brother. The two approach somewhat of a diner, but first stop by it to talk for a few.

Steve: �Yeah, this is where he said to meet him. Promised it would be his last, unless you won the match�says he couldn�t pass up a good interview with a new champion, especially with such a large match.�

Cade: �I say he couldn�t pass up a good opportunity to talk to a man who has some real, grade A, class. The only guys he gets to work with, are those cocky little bastards, who thinks their shit is better than everyone else�s. Like that Apocalypse prick. He pisses me off more and more than I see him on the TV. Little bitch thinks he�s better than everyone else, just because he almost made it all the way in King of Xtreme. But do you know what, son? This good old Illinois boy, southern Illinois boy, is the bastard who won it. I earned it, every damn shred of it. It wasn�t you, because you�re not worth shit, and you�ll never be worth shit. So go run off, and cry into Jones�s arms. Maybe he can pound some more sense into you�re stupid ass�.or better yet, go knock down some good ones with Stephen, I�m sure he wouldn�t mind to give you a good reach around�.and York can help somewhere to, I�m sure. It�s a bit circle jerk boys, and I�m sure you�re all in on the deal.�

Steve: �That�s real funny, all of them are talking trash about you. Especially Apocalypse, but he doesn�t have anything to talk about. York sort of has that privilege, seeing as he�ll have to back those words up in the ring. That�s when it�s all fine and funny.�

Cade: �Yeah, I know�I wouldn�t worry too much about it. When you�re big, everyone has their eyes on you. If I wasn�t able to wrestle, then why am I higher up in the world than Apocalypse ever will be? Being a Main Event during a pay-per-view�wow, he�d shit himself. And going against the World Champion, for the World Championship�Oh lord no�.talking shit, and actually doing it is different�he�ll see one day, if he gets his head out of his ass�.Angelese has no reason to be felt sorry for, if those two were to have a match, I�d put all of my money on hers, and in the end result, I�d have it doubled back. York is a chump�he talks too much, and just rambles on, and repeats himself. Did I mention I hate it when people repeat themselves? You can only say the same thing, so many times, in so many different ways. He�s been doing this shit for so long, that he doesn�t even know what a live interview is. He has the camera turned off so he can read his cue cards, and then tries to make himself look cool, and maybe lights up a smoke, with his good friend Bobby next to him. That shit isn�t cool man, not really. Bob is going to be there to help you in the ring. But I know what you�re thinking, I run my mouth now, when I�m doing the same with Steve�but Steve is a loser, he�s just here because he doesn�t have anything better to do��

A few cars drive by, one passes by them going a little slow. Levy can be seen from inside, and nods some, pulling over to a stop.

Steve: �And there�s the little bastard now�.I�m sure he�ll want some solid time on tape.�

Cade: �Yeah, yeah, yeah. Same shit, just a different week. He�ll come up, ask me how it�s going in the same nervous tone as he always does, and then look off into the horizon, think a little bit more, and then ask if I�m ready. The interview will be the same old shit it is every time, he�ll ask about last week, then beat around the bush a little asking about a little Blood here, Jones over there, maybe even some Apocalypse�then he�ll hit me straight up, and grab the balls to ask me how I think about York, and my World Title shot�.I bet money on it.�

Steve: �Yeah, that�s true. But anyways, I need to get going. A Cade Silver interview is only made for one, Cade Silver. I don�t have to tag by your side everywhere�.I�ll be in the diner, having a smoke, and maybe some coffee�.I�ll have you a coke waiting for you?�

Cade: �Yea�but tell the waitress, if the ice is melted, that shit won�t stand. Coke with two ounces of water in it, tastes like shit. Make her take it back, and bring it back when I get there.�

Steve nods, and walks off, digging his right hand into his back pocket for a pack of cigarettes, he stops for a moment, and then is successful in the search, and keeps going, placing one between his lips. In less than a few minutes, Bob Levy is back from the corner, with a few men by his side. One holds a camera, while the other one is holding a lunch-box like object, and his mic in his other hand. Cade starts to talk, even before he�s fully there, but loud enough for all three men to hear.

Cade: �Well well well, look who we have it, it�s shit break. Oh, and who is this goon carrying his lunch, and holding his cock for him? Did Evil actually up your salary, and you have enough to buy yourself a secretary? Gay if you ask me, I�d gave some hot blond who wore a skirt, and nothing under. What kind of money are you paying him?�

They approach, but Levy doesn�t get angry about the comment, but only looks a little nervous. He laughs a bit, and as he starts, the men around him also do. Levy clears his throat quickly, smacking each man so they stop the fake laughter.

Levy: �Such a humor you�ve got there, Cade. I see you haven�t changed at all. But that�s a good thing. I�m used to being around York�.and seeing a different face after so long, is a good thing. Not saying that I don�t like York or anything, but he is the champ.�

Cade: �Fuck York, Bob. If I was you, I�d kick him square in the testacies, and just leave, simple as that. It isn�t like he�s going to have that belt for too much longer, because in a few more days, it�s going to be in my position. But there�s a large different between us, Bob, not being the simple fact that I�m better than he is�.York can muse himself about how much of a joke I am, a walking steroid factory, or anything like that�but I assure you, inducing steroids like I have been accused of, I wouldn�t even have a cock, and I assure you, ask the misses�.York lacks class anymore, he�s out of date, and needs a good kicking to the street. Days change, and styles change. He maybe cool back in 1975, back when Hogan was big�.Speaking on Hogan, he has trouble getting his old ass out of the bed, and squeezing his old, saggy ass into his wrestling pants anymore, that bastard needs to seriously retire. Of course, York isn�t quite that old, but he will be�.and I�m going to make sure his check has been cashed, before the date expires�.York will be long gone, and his name cleared also�.He will be in the Hall of Fame, that much I�m sure of�.but now these days, it doesn�t take too much to do that. I just hope he doesn�t do like Jones, and makes the title, Hall of Famer, look like shit, as Vanchiez has made my old title look like�.That�s a big disappointment. I put my ass out for that belt, and all the respect that gets, is Vanchiez, the damn chink, making it look worse than it already does��

Levy chuckles like a schoolboy, as the rest of the men around him do so during Cade�s speech. Levy clears his throat out once more, and offers a pack of cigarettes to Silver. He takes one, packs it a bit, and then slides it between his lips with a bit of a sigh.

Cade: �Stop beating around the bush, and let�s get this fucker on TV within the next twenty four hours, my food is getting cold.�

Levy nods a bit quickly, nervously. He smacks the man next to him on the arm, giving a nod to him also. He hosses the camera up onto his right shoulder, and turns it on, the dead light on the head, now turning on dimly. Levy then confronts the secretary, and gets a cold bottle of water from the now seen cooler. Ice falls off, and into the road, before he sits the bottle aside, marked on it, is a piece of masking tape, with the name. �Cade Silver� Sharpied into it.

Secretary: �Ok, we�re�.rolling�.NOW.�

Levy: �Alright boys and girls, Bob Levy signing in�.next to me, stands the biggest thing in the XWF right now, aside from Chris Falkenyork. People around the world know him as, �The Future�, or even as�.�King Cade��.but some folks, just call him�.Cade Silver�I�m here today, to ask Mr. Silver a series of questions, and see what his answers are. First of all Mr. Silver�I thank you for doing this�.�

Cade: �It�s my pleasure, I love the fans. Without them, none of this sport would mean anything.�

Levy: �Exactly, a man who knows to give credit, where it is due. And I know some credit is due in your direction for a change�.Since last year, you�ve managed to move up the ranks in a rocketing like pace. Defeating Jim Minion last year, to take your first title here, now, a little less later, here you find yourself in Fall-Out, against the biggest name in this company�.but before we talk about your match, I want to know what you think about last week, the match with the Syc Cannons��

Cade: �What I think is, the Cannons really need to pick their shit up, and hit the road. They had a chance this week, to compete for the Undisputed Tag Team titles, and instead, what do they do? Absolutely nothing, those titles are almost legendary. The Bloods back when I came back, made those titles what they are. And since G-Village has managed by a chance of luck get a hold of them�.those two titles have been nothing but shit. To be honest with you, if I was to enter that match by myself, I probably could win them both. Hell, I put the Cannons of the match for good�.they�ll never have a second chance in the XWF, but that�s the price you�ve got to sometimes pay�..There�s a list of people who need to just leave�but I�m not even going to get into that�.next?�

Levy lights his cig, and Cade takes a bit of a drag, smoke blowing away from the camera with the help of the wind. Cade removes it from his lips, and holds it between his fingers at his side.

Levy: �Alright, moving on then�next�..Last week, staying on this topic for now�.York beat Jones, but with your help�if you didn�t interfere in that match, what do you think would happen? Along with the week before that, when Jones won it, due also to your doing.�

Cade: �I think all of that is a crop of shit, Bob. I was sitting good, not harming anything�other than Apocalypse�s pride�which isn�t the hardest task in this world�.but back on that. I was about to win�.I had my flow going, and the match was in my hands�when the bastard came from no where, and put me down�.I didn�t have anything else that I could do, no where else to go�.but I stomached that one, and let my pride shine through. Besides, what kind of a man would Apoc be if he actually bragged about that fluke?......At the time I was pretty pissed off, so I decided to return the favor for York�and the end result on that, Jones came out the happy man�..last week, there wasn�t really an excuse. I was simply giving the mass out there something to cheer about, and something to sample�.along with the power I�m soon about to announce, my winning of the title will only fall second to this news��

Levy: �Very understandable Cade, and it seems as we�re running low on time, so I�ll ask you one final question�I want to know how you fair up against York. All of the magazines and headlines say, that 2K5 is stepping into the future, and into his own trap, ultimately falling to his demise, when you arise to the top of the ladder, and finally become the champion of champions. What do you think about all of this?�

Cade took a drag from the cig, the end flared, emitting smoke that was pushed aside by the constant blowing of the wind.

Cade: �Do you really want to know what my opinion is Levy? I think too many people, are expecting too much out of this match. All of the tension has built up, since even the begin of the King of Xtreme. Since my first encounter with York, and my only loss to him, people already start to say it�s a fluke. But during that match, Chris put me down fair and square. I know I�ve put him down through the course of it all, but it�s all within good reason�York is a great superstar, personally, I think he could be the best�of course, that is being second to yours truly�.it�ll be a hell of a match, and the man who walks out of the fog at the end, with the belt, will truly deserve it�I�ll fight like hell, and do all that I can to make sure that it�ll be me�and that�s all anyone can do.�Levy: �Exactly, Cade�..but we�re out of time here, and this is Bob Levy, closing out from Cade Silver�good bye everyone��

Before the camera turns off, Cade grabs the camera, and pulls it up into his face, the man staggering behind the strong grasp.

Cade: �Remember this York�.when you face Cade Silver�you�.LOSE!�

The scene fades�