The scene opens up, in a dark room. It�s a room that we�ve all seen before, but it�s not the most familiar place in the world. There�s a dim light around somewhere, and can be recognized as a lighter. And instead of it being Cade�s face that is show, it�s Gabriel Logan. He�s wearing a grin apon his lips, looking over to the shadow next to him, this man assumed to be Cade.

Logan: �Well, well, well buddy, it looks like your time to shine is coming closer. You�ve worked your ass off day in and day out, and I really would hate it if all of that went to waste. Worst of all, you�d have to stand up in front of all those fans, and eat all of those words. York would never let you live that one down, along with all of the other jokers that run around this place�.even those who think that they�re some cool shit.�

Cade: �Yeah, but I wouldn�t worry too much about that, Gabe. I mean, since when did opinions get anyone anywhere? Anyone can say what they think, but that doesn�t mean exactly what�s right. Sure the publicity around predicts Cade Silver, and all of the polls on all of the Xtreme Wrestling sites show me winning by a land slide, but that doesn�t mean anything. There�s been some talk around the locker room, that York is even thinking about passing it down to me without a challenge, sort of his way for passing on the torch to a new generation. But no, I don�t want the piece of shit title if it�s won like that. It takes out all of the meaning. Because if he was to do that, it would take the value out of that title, almost as much as when Marx passed it on to Vanchiez, and that would be a fucking crying shame�.If that belt became such a heap of shit, that it didn�t even mean as much as the Dual, then there would be no reason to even hold it. I wouldn�t want it, if every Tom, Dick, and Hairy could get a chance at it. People like Nero Cain, and Jon Hampton expect to just stroll in, and get the biggest shots in the world, but that�s not how it happens. Around in these rankings, you�ve got to earn what you get. Nothing is just given to you. Hampton was given a simple test to just get into Futures, and before that time, I worked my ass off, busted it time and time again just to make my way into the rankings. No, that doesn�t make him any better than me, but this place has really gone to hell.�

Logan: �Yeah, I can really agree with you there Mate. From the times I can remember, a few years back, when I only could watch this place on video, I noticed a huge change. Every year, the titles change hand, that�s only as customary. But the only piss poor thing about this is, every time a new pair of hands take a title, the title keeps losing value. Management puts these one rate losers up on top of the chart, and expect them to put on some kind of show, earning nothing. Thus, making any title available for anyone, it�s a piss bucket if you ask me. Nothing but a piss bucket to drown rats in.�

Cade chuckled a bit at this, and shook his head, letting out a bit of a shy. The sound of a chair scooting could be heard, and also someone standing.

Cade: �I couldn�t agree with you anymore than that�this place is really going down, but I mean, what can you expect with such poor material? In one damn season, you lose every single guy who makes this place special�.As much as I fucking hate Chesney Clausen, I didn�t mind seeing the guy around. He was a big challenge, and he made the mid-lower cards afraid of him. That�s back in the time, that no big tournament was held, and simply second place, became the top of the world�.I busted my ass in that Tournament, and of course, I was paid back. But what I didn�t expect, is for Angelese, who finished behind me, to get almost as much credit I get. Now that�s about a crock of shit�.along with that, back on the topic of Apocalypse, he just joins the joint, and is practically thrown to the top before he even had the time to prove himself, and no, the list goes on�We have Malenko, just being he�s equipped like a Rhino, can make it to the top, without the slightest wrestling no how. And yet, he�ll probably be the more remember able thing. But there is one thing I can agree with ya, Apoc �ole buddy�.This thing that we call a sport, isn�t a comedy club. We�re not here to cut a few giggles, we�re here to kick some ass. Just because guys think they�re smooth and can make the audience laugh a bit�boy, that�s not shit��

Logan: �That�s exactly what Malenko was, Cade�he didn�t know a DDT, from a damn hamburger. But look how high that he was able to make it, hell, they only put that guy so far up in Evil�s ass, so that he could make the audience laugh a bit, before he has his ass kicked�.but that�s nothing new. If this whole place was devoted to the talents that they really had, and made people work for what they have, and will get�maybe the value would raise that much more.�

Cade: �No my friend, there�s not maybe about it. No maybe, baby. There�s not second guessing that thought Logan. If this place was what it thought was cracked up to be, then we�d have more people trying to join it then what we do already. Of course, we do have some great talent�but we also have the largest mid carders trying to be Main Event, probably more than any place that I�ve ever seen. And all of these rookies seem to diss Jones the most. There�s one thing that guy has done, that none of you pricks will never do. His name is one of few in the Hall of Fame�of course he may bitch a little here and there, put up a cuss, and complain some, but hell, we all do that a little ourselves. I respect the guy, maybe more than anyone around here�.York needs to be taught a lesson though, he�s went for way too long, without a paddling. You see, when I was in school, and you were being a bad little shit, you had the hell beat out of you. And I believe the same should go in wrestling. Those who lack, need to be put in their place.�

Logan: �Yeah, Mate, but you�ve also got to see it this way. We can both agree that Jones has proved himself enough, but York has done the same. I hate the guy more than I hate anyone around here, but the fucker has made himself a Legend. If he was to leave tomorrow, his name would be inducted in the Hall of Fame, faster than he could fall down on his ass. That much you could only agree to.�

Cade nods some, and smirks, listening to him, and pulls a window shade open, pulling some light into the almost pitch black room.

Cade: �Yeah, I guess so. He�s a big name around here, and he always will be. When people think about this place, they use him as symbol, but all of that is going to change�.I�m not about to settle for second place. The only name that�s remembered, is the one that finishes out on top. Shotgun made that belt a big one, and York took it, and made it even bigger. And with that fuel added to the fire, I want to do something neither of those men have been able to do�and that�s to have the ability to make it something it�s not even right now. It�ll be some hard damn work, but that�s work I�m more than willing to do�.York is a good man, I respect him a lot, but his time has came into an end�.When he steps into that ring, 2K5, is stepping into the future. And once the night is over, he�ll be residing in the past, as my rain of Championship. He knows as well as I do, that the time is rapidly approaching. Hell, he�s been around longer than I have, he probably knows it that much better��

Logan: �Yeah, his time is up, there�s no doubt about that. But I don�t expect him to simply retire after you put him down. Shotgun did that, but he had reason I guess�York is a bit more of a competitor, but since he has taken the level up a peg higher since Carlos held the belt, that means you�re going to have to take it up another level, and make it something else. It�s the biggest in the federation right now, but I believe you could make it even more famous, other than allow some of this rookie jerky to take it, and make it to some kind of joke. That I don�t think either of you two would like to see.�

Cade: �No, I would rather die than that. Hell, I would rather York keep that belt until his ass becomes so old, that he�ll need to draw Social Security with the local legend, Hulk Hogan. I�m not about to see that belt turn into shit, after all the way it�s made it�.It�s passed down hands, way before my time, and this place has remained on a good, solid foundation. And before I came, there was no doubt that this place would live forever. This is a new generation�and with the way things are going right now, anything could happen. Everything is going to shit. Not just the federation in general, but the world. We all could die tomorrow, or we could live to wrestle another day, it only depends. I may be no Christian, but neither is Chris, but he better pray to fucking god, that he doesn�t think so high of himself, that he doesn�t think he can actually lose�because if he thinks he�s some god of wrestling, the only person he is fooling is himself. York is a classic, and all classics fade out into a newer generation. I�ve already seen it happening, with the passing of Shotgun. All legends die hard, and that�s when the rookies have to step up, and do what the old guys have done. York, what I�m saying is�you may not be the worst wrestler, but you�re far from the best�you�re done, your career is complete, and you need to retire�it�s simple the cycle buddy, no hard feelings.�

Cade smirks some, turning to Logan as he nodded a bit. Cade walks around a bit more, and bent down, hand digging around in a cooler, pulling out a bottle of beer and popped the top, holding it by the neck, and looking back into the camera.

Cade: �I have nothing to say you fucking pansy, tell Keller he got what he wanted, and shove it up his ass�.I don�t care if he isn�t around to do it himself, but he can hire Bob�s little secretary if it�s that much hair off his ass�.but I have nothing else to say�but wait, one more thing��

Cade grabs the shirt of the camera man, as the other hand pulls the camera right up into his face as he snarled just a bit.

This is Cade Silver reminding you�.York�and all the rest of you watching�.when you face Cade Silver�YOU�LOSE!�

He spat in the camera, and pushed it away with a harsh strength, the camera falls to the ground, and hits hard, enough to send it into a gray fuzzy�the scene is lost�