Taking a loss isn�t the end of the world, or even close. When it�s for the contention of a title, being any depth, it means the same. All that ever makes anything seem bigger than it really is, is the effort that one puts into things. Titles are not made by the name they have in front, �World� Title, �Futures� Title, �Xtreme� Title, none of those really mean anything alone. Without a man to come by, and make the title mean something, is what a title needs in order to become a title. Cade made the Xtreme a title, that a man would have to put some busting on their ass, and become a little hardcore to reach, and eventually, the belt was taken by William Rix. Who also, in turn, made the title look like utter shit. Coming next, with the belt founded by Jonathan Marx, Cade also took this belt into his hands. It was nothing much when he took the belt in charge, and once more, for a short period of time, made this title mean something, much more than it had always been. Making this his second successful growing, he also had the pass the belt to Shiru Vanchiez, who, in turn, also made the belt look like shit. Not taking another glance back, Cade now is sitting in as World Champion, a belt that meant the world to one Chris Falkeyork. As much as Chris would admit it, or wouldn�t admit it, the belt was the bread and butter of his company. But the company that had once been Chris�s, was passed down to Cade. Perhaps it was not permanently, or even for a long period, holding a title with such contention and competition, would be hell. But of course, being on this level, he gladly accepted the new challenge. But so far, he has made the belt look sad, and cheap�.it�s time for things to change boys and girls, because they never stay the same�.not for long.

It was a harsh, cold day in the now empty stadium in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. A place that has overlooked Steal City for years and years�.Many men have been dealt defeat, and also have taken victory. But either way, another team would leave home with a loss, while the other team would always go home with a win. It was the tide that never changed, and unvarying variable that would never change. It was nothing but common sense�whenever a competition was held between two, or more, someone would go home happy, and the other simply would not. It was the simple philosophy of sports, it kept the world turning�..and on this particular day, Cade had been filled with all the emotion in the world, standing outside in the harsh, numbing wind. Wearing a Steeler�s coat, heavy, and a pair of faded- warn jeans. He was alone, standing on the once crowded bleachers.

Cade: �This is a new week, a new week, a new match, and time for someone else to fuck up. Everyone has room to fuck up, more so than they have room to improve. People try so hard, try so hard to succeed while most of them just fall on their face, simply due to trying too hard. Vocal skills, are what people believe make the wrestler. It�s funny, that people like Jesse Jones say these things, about being so predictable. I know nothing much about the man, simply that he�s been here a hell of a lot longer than I have. That isn�t anything bad or anything, but that�s all I about know of the man. He�s got his space in the Hall of Fame, perhaps a place that I�ll never see. On that alone, he�s achieved something that I have not, one thing I tip my hat towards his way�.but on another note, the man disgusts me. He assumes way too much for his own damn good�.I�ve held no Tag-Title myself, and of course, my own bread and butter is the title that now occupies my waist, and also seeing as I have no further plan to lose it, that�s to stay. Having a new title, being a tag champion, would be new on my practically empty slate. To the hall of the wrestling legends, some look down at me as a rookie, and I do suppose you could say such things�.but Jones is correct about one thing, he is one hell of a whiny bitch�..He claims I don�t know him, and inside the ring, the man is right in every form of doing so�.but I know the way he talks, I know the form that he holds, the whole higher than thou shit load he tries to dump on all of these rookies. As far as I know right now, he holds nothing above me, or anyone else for that matter. He suspends Apocalypse, and calls him out, his name, only to make a failing attempt to make himself look good. And although, this may sound funny coming from an member of Illuminati, but Jones, you�ll face a day when you�ll no longer have a scapegoat to pin things on. Then, maybe one day, you�ll be able to face the real Jesse Jones�.but once more, you�ll throw the fact up in my face that I don�t know you�oh but I do. You�re another punk who�s after what all of these guys are after�.hell, even your butt buddy York is now questing for once more, and that is my title. You may hate me, and by god, you may even love me�.but you know that I speak the truth.�

Cade scoffs a bit, and continues to walk, shoving in the now wind burnt cold hands, into the deep pockets. One hand comes back, coiling a cig in between two fingers, and then slides it between his lips. He holds this death stick there for a moment or so, continuing his rant.

Cade: �I have no reason in this world to lie to you, or anyone else for that matter. It would benefit me, how? That�s what I thought�.saying meaningless things, coughing them out under my breath, is meaningless. As far as I�m concerned, you may turn on York during the night, and even aid in my victory. But none the less, we�ll always be enemies. Perhaps nothing as you are or were with Chris, but the same kindling hatred that has been boiling since last season, I suppose you could say that, has now began to boil�.I knew you friend Rix, knew him well�.You could say that was my real first loss, and even for a title. But that man has taught me a lot more, than any man has even taught me in my life�and that�s to never, NEVER let your guard down�.You must expect anything and everything, no matter who the man be. It could be a man who is as harmless as a fucking fly, for a non-title match, but you must still comprehend as if it were a number one rated team, for the World Title�.I walk out every night, tying my wrestling boots, and go out to put on a show for the fans�I come by that honestly. Every night, I put my heart, and my soul into that ring. Rather it is against the worthless Nero Cain, or if it�s against your pal York�every match is the same, none the less. Also advancing some advice to where it is deserved, Blood put a hell of a scar on my nose�fucker practically broke it, but fuck, I take that with open arms�we are now practically blood brothers�..but then again, maybe I�m straying away from the topic��

Cade sniffs a bit now, out of the reddening nose. The hand returns now, baring a lighter. Due to the wind blowing from seemingly all angles, he places a hand up before it, blocking off all of the drift. The flame burns bright, and a pencil thin stream of smoke begins to well over his head, containing the sweet, sweet smell of tobacco. One of the most habit forming things, but maybe it was worth dying for.

Cade: �And Jones, just when you thought I�m done with you, keep crossing those fingers, your toast isn�t done quite so easily�.I can�t spend fifteen minutes talking about something that is so minor to me, when my real threw stands next to you, in my opposite corner. The real fight, which will take place in a matter of days, weeks�will be another battle of the ages, Champion versus former Champion. The match could go either way�.but if the cards are played correctly, and well, evenly distributed, then it�ll be hell. Both teams come to play the game, and no one in sight to fuck up, or toss off the game�.the match could go on in hours. Or maybe it�ll end in a matter of minutes, rather it is only a few, or maybe thirty, that is yet to be known. As much as I want those Tag-Titles, it would add a lot of ease onto my cluttered mind. I would be able to string two titles around my waist, shoulder, you get the picture�.In the end, the only thing that means the world to me, is the World championship�.of course, making it to the finals is an option, as much as the simple fact as winning�..and if it is to happen, as I assure you it shall�.I�m to put up two title fights, in one night, also the same as my pal Hampton, or whatever Jones calls him now�.Both titles mean a lot, but like I said, none comes past THE belt. I�ll put up one hell of a fight, I assure you that�I take no loss laying down to anyone, the best of the best don�t put me down with a little bit of hell on Earth�..so I will promise you that. This night, or any night from here on forth will not be the first night I�ve put on two shows before, and came out victorious. Hell, I�ve had the chance to finish up a two-nighter here, and leave to the GEW to finish out a night there, also holding a World Title�.you see, in terms of stamina and heart, I have all that it takes, and then some.�

�But any and all men have their limits, and all can be broken at any given time. A heart isn�t built to hold it all�.and once I think about being this double champion, another thing comes to mind, more so of a quote that seems to dress this oh so well�.Rome was not built in a day�..meaning that everything cannot all be done at once. I could take a nasty fall before Show-Down, and not even be able to contend in the match with Hampton, and not even be able to show up, pretty much making me a loser right off�.but those are the things you must plan ahead of�..conditions must be played to the liking, and fear must be used the way that helps�.Every man has a gut feeling when they step in the ring, low rate or world rate match, it all means the same really�..You can be facing the same man for the third time, hell in a roll, and still have that same fear�.It�s normal. And being a man enough to say that you know it, means even a little bit more�.So Jones, York, or whoever has the time to listen and heed my words�.I�m a man that knows a lot, but also learns every night out on the mat. I learned something new against Blood, that I would have never learned if I had came out the winner.�

�There is always room for improvement, and if you try so hard, there is an even bigger room for fuck-ups�.a man can only try so hard, and push their limits so far until they break. Jones has been through a lot, I can easily say without seeing�.but he doesn�t know the stress of holding what I do right now�.Although York make call out that I�ve not even defended it yet�.but I will come Eye�and I don�t plan on leaving without it either�.If it takes cheating, I�ll using cheating Chris�.and I wouldn�t be surprised if you used the same method of victory.�

Cade keeps shuffling his feet, taking long breaths between each bunch of words�.the end of the stick turning fire red, and expelling an overwhelming amount of smoke into the air, vanishing without a few seconds without a trace�the taste remained in his mouth, and alone the lining his throat, that seem to give him a natural high. Not the same high that smoking a joint with Carlos Shotgun, or Gabriel Logan could bring you, but a high that means standing on top of the whole damn world.

Cade: �I�m not in this business, to make friends. I�m not here to be the worst enemy, or the biggest bitch that the world has to offer�.Deep down, I�m not even that bad of a guy. But you can either hate me, or fucking love me�.I can�t say it makes me feel any remorse when it comes to cracking a skull�.but it does feel nice to have respect, something that is felt for a man that you�ve usually experienced before. Blood was an exception to this rule�.I�ve seen him, adored him for at least a year�meeting him the ring, is almost like meeting a legend in the backstage of a wrestling show�that was one hell of an experience�.we�re 1-1, Stephen and I�..but we�ll have more meetings, I am easily aware of that��

Cad stops, crushing the ember into the guard rail, and tossing the stick towards the field, he kept walking, simply brushing off the dirty black ash along the railing, not paying it all that much attention�.

**Respect comes from the inside, and has to be earned. Watching a series or simply assuming things could not earn this. Respect is a big word, not so much as containing letters, but it is based by pride. Every man has a level of pride, and every time respect is given to another, a little of pride is broken off, and handed down the line.**

Cade: �The only thing I promise come Showdown, in either of the two matches of the night, is a fair one�Fighting dirty isn�t an option, the only option is, to win�.There�s no option of losing. As long as I�m not senile, and can see the man standing before me without a wheel chair, I will live to fight another night�but if sitting my ass down permanently is what it takes to take my pride, to take my belt, and my shot at the tag-title division, so be it. Because so long as I have a breathing breath flowing through my lungs, I will not lay down�I will not, Tap, the fuck, out�..As long as I can feel what sense I have left in my body, I�ll go on another day to became even bigger, and make myself a bigger and better name. Being hardcore and fair is what I have been known for�a smudge isn�t something I need right now, not when I am supposed to be the man that everyone and their brother looks up to�..Cade Silver is a man who fights for what he deserves and deserves what he fights for.�

**Ever since proving that being hardcore and wrestling legally was pretty much second nature, there was never a moment Cade would allow himself, or anyone else for that matter, that he was still not the hellacious Xtreme Champion, if not the best to ever call the title his own.**

Cade: �I was one hell of an Xtreme Champ, because I cared�all of these no rate losers who have taken hold of this title since my rain, have made it look like complete shit�maybe, hopefully, Hampton will follow in my footsteps, and be the second man to hold these titles, and also be the champion�but for now, we�ll get to watch and wait for him�.I have all the time in the world�.York is my concern, and along with partner Jones�.York has seen battle, and I�m sure knows of it well�he knows what is coming, hell is coming�Xtreme, Future and World Champion�I held these titles, and made them mean something for a fucking reason�..when you face Cade Silver�.YOU�.LOSE!�

The scene fades�.