The week continues at the XWF, the company, the brand that never sleeps. All those who roam the hall, ghosts of former legends, or those who plain have nothing left to do, are those who contribute to that. Officials are up around the clock, because that�s what they do. With a new president pulling all of the stops, operating all of the strings to their liking, things felt different. But all the while, things were the same, with these little exceptions, that could be expected. For an example, a new champion. Many who have said he was a fluke, and just �happened� to be in the right place, at the right time. Yadda yadda yadda, it was the same shit, just a different day�.Then there were those who actually put faith in the new man, those who wanted a shot at him for the hell of it, and also those who just plain out may have feared him, rookies, etc. Jones had been a growing stitch in his side, a stitch from being overworked. But since Jones has been lashing back, as violent as ever, Cade actually begun to see a side of the man that he didn�t exactly fear, but didn�t exactly like either. York was the same, pretty much, week in and week out�.but Jesse, Jesse Fucking Jones, the man that Cade would think the less dangerous in his mind, was practically the most ravenous at this point. Although, his tongue was a mighty weapon, skills, would soon be proved in the ring, as long with his own, along side with new partner, Jon Hampton�.

The scene opens up, inside of a nice, cool gym. It�s in another city, of course, nothing unusual, but there�s no one around, for a few minutes at least. Two men walk through the door, talking. One of these men, being the World Champion, Cade Silver, and the man beside of him, being one that hadn�t been seen before, in some time, RB. They were talking about all sorts of things, for the biggest part, the two men had been chatting about football, the results of the week coming.

Cade: �That was a fucking fluke, and you know it�.Brett normally plays for both teams, when he pulls off a five fucking interception game. Then, he comes up against Vick, one of the most known men around, and not just for his herpes, and steps up and makes a game�I�ve heard the fucker was holding back, and just decided to step out from the shadows, and show who the hell the boss was�Well, do you know what the hell that I think? I think it�s all set up. That, or it�s all one big fucking coincidence. The Packers, last in the league�.won one game, and that was even such luck�against these Falcons, who have enough strength to maybe get a Superbowl victory, or at least a good showing for the playoffs�.�

Rogerio: �No, you�re looking at it all wrong, dude. It isn�t that one team is better than all the rest, but there�s certain teams, that have advantages towards the others. Look at Vick�fucker is blacker than coal, and can run like hell�.Has been more of a runner, than even a passer�he�s dominated all of these defenses, that don�t know what the hell to do�.You put him up against the Favre connection, and what do you get�? An old Falcon such as himself, knows all of the right routes, and the old plays in the decaying book. Favre might be old and used up, but he still knows what he�s doing�he can�t play for the best of his abilities, but he still isn�t one to hold under your thumb.�

Rogerio takes a hit from the joint that he�s holding between his index and middle finger, and turns to glance over into Silver�s direction. Silver shakes his head, scoops up a few towels, and a nice bottle of water, and continues to walk, tossing them aside next to a red padded bench. Rogerio, more so �hangs out� and watches his former ring-mate.

Cade: �You know what, Rogerio? I think you�re full of shit. He�s done, and over with. He may have been an old Falcon, and knows what they�re about, but the Falcons also have their own little secrets�but with that, I�m getting out of Football for this weekend. It�s not my most favorite sport in this world�.I�ve got a lot on my mind this week�Perhaps two of the biggest stars in this federation, in the same corner, opposing me�And you want to know what the biggest threat is on my mind?�

Rogerio: �Other than being behind, not only last week, but behind this week also, and you have infinite slack to pull towards you, but you seem to have nothing left? That�s what you need and should to be worrying about right now.�

Cade: �Actually, no. It�s not the belt either, that�s another time, and not one for the moment. What the biggest threat that I�ve actually been seeing here recently, is a man that I expected to see not even much of a return to. When I heard the matches call to my ear, all I could do, really, is smirk lightly, and brush off my shoulder. I know York would come to play the game, like he always does, but that�s not the part that I caught as the definition as �funny�. Jones was supposed to be a joke, he was supposed to return for a few weeks, then walk away like a child with a sore thumb�but instead, he�s been a constant worry, a growing thorn in my side. He�s constantly coming up levels apon levels, even making myself look like more shit than I�ve managed to do in past weeks�.I�ve slacked off, and right now isn�t the best time to be doing it, I must say. I had the most ambition to dominate within the first two weeks of my career, then maybe I have to do right now. And the bad part is, I hold what everyone wants, even as much as that pisser Jones wouldn�t admit. He loves having that spot in the Hall, and for that I don�t blame him a bit�.but he�s blood thirsty to have it around his waist. But of course, he is going to have to wait his turn. Maybe I did get an easy pick at the tournament, but I was also able to take advantage of York, when he wasn�t exactly on top of his game. But the big boy knows what to expect now, and that�s when things become�interesting��

Cade smirked some, looking a slide bit sadistic as he got under the bench, and completed a few reps. Rogerio stood there, not being much of a help, a pencil line of gray smoke smoldering from along his shoulder. Cade finished out this set, and turned around, to face him once more.

Rogerio: �That�s highly understandable, Cade. Jones isn�t a man to be taken lightly, and never is the man that you once called, Champ. He held that title for some damn reason, and I think people are just getting to see why, if they haven�t already. People do tend to call your fault, for York taking it lightly on you�but York knew what was coming, and knew it well. You don�t think the sly fuck let you win, do you?�

Cade: �Nah, I don�t think old Yorkie boy would do that much, not to me anyways, not when his title is on the line. But there is a strong possibility, that he put his ass on the mat, and took the count just for publicity reasons. I mean fuck, this could possibly be the biggest match in some time, since Xtreme Mania 3. Who wouldn�t want something that big in their hands? Everyone is looking down on me, still, after every damn thing I done. For the majority of my career, when I first tread in this company, I had nothing but the highest hopes from the stars, and the management. But after all the hard work that I have strode to put into this place, all the busted noses, the blood spoiled, and the hours spent in the gym, people still have the heart, the pure fucking courage to doubt me�.Don�t get me wrong though, there have been times where I have been purely out matched, and came out the loser through and through�.but there�s be a seldom time sense then. As for the likes of William Rix, that, that was a year ago, and that year was a long line to walk. I was a rookie, and so was he, that much makes us even. Hell, I might have even had the advantage of experience over him, or whatever you call it. He beat me fair and fucking square. But I tell you another thing right now Rogerio�if that cocksucker stepped in front of me right now, I fucking guarantee the son of a bitch couldn�t be a fart in the wind against me now�.I�ve grown, a lot since the days when I could be called weak, the days when I could simply be called down as a child. Those days are long past. But right now, I really couldn�t give a flying fuck what anyone else thought about me. The only person I need to worry about, is myself, and the name I have made for Illuminati, Logan�s brain child. But he didn�t make this group, what I have and will make it�.he may have made the name, and even the logic, but I�m the man who�s going to sit it on the road, cash that in, will you?�

Cade went down quickly, and began working again, quickly finishing up another set, but before he got up, and took another rest, the man kept pumping the iron. Arms had began to go stiff, and grow a bit numb, but he kept it going, now finishing out three full sets, with a weight that most people couldn�t do once, in their life time. But strength wasn�t exactly a matter, it was the will that went into it, that made wrestling a fun sport to watch.

Rogerio: �Yeah, I remember those days, shit has changed a lot�.Back when Logan was around, everyone thought you were just the hottest shit. Instead of people talking about the group, and how great we were going to be, and shit like that, people were talking about you and Logan. Who could take who, and who should be the real leader of the group�.that was good times�.And maybe Logan might have taken you, as Rix did also back in that time�.but people have room for improvement and change in time.�

Cade: �You don�t have to tell me this, Rog. I�m a man that knows oh too well�.I�m an underdog once more, as fast as I was the favorite. Everyone looks down on me once more, and thinks I�m incapable of getting the job done, whether it is with the aid of Hampton, or by myself, the only person I need to rely on, is myself. And that�ll never fade�I know I may be repeating myself, or even repeating myself as I say this much, but shit has changed for the better. I�ve been through a few hard weeks, and I�m going to dust myself off, and go back on the happy trail. This isn�t the first time my knee has been caught in the dirt, and I�ve allowed my guard to be brought down�but I�m playing with the best of the game, the best the game has to offer. All of these guys have years above my heads, and they suspend it so well�..York and Jones, both of those men have been where I�m at, hundreds upon hundreds of times. But it is different. There is pressure always on any man�s shoulders, to be the best that he can be. And when a man can�t be the best over them all, he gets pissy�.but I�ll be the first one to admit, I�m far from being the best, but also, I�m far from being the worst. I�m young, and still lack a good amount of experience, but I make all of this up, with the depth of my skill. Since my first day here, I had an uncanny ability in the ring, to make those who seem better than me, look like pure shit. And Damnit, my name isn�t one to go about carelessly and no heed. I�m one of the most dangerous individuals there are to cross, and I�m in the place I am for reason. Not an easy passage through the tournament, or even an unguarded York. I�m in my place, and he, and everyone else are in their places�.The rookies who I�ll see after the real fighting are done, indeed do have the element of surprise, and I�m sure they�ll use it to ever damn advantage, I know like hell that I would, and that I have before�.but before everything is done and said, I give all of those who will be stepping in the ring against me, some immense credit. All of the men I have had a privilege to step against this new coming season, are all those who deserve greater things�.York, Blood, Apocalypse�these men fight for the same reason I do, and that is to win�we all cannot win all the time, but in turn, we all cannot lose. Last week, Blood beat me, fairly, and for that much I salute him. But this week, is Silver week, no matter who stands in my way�losing, is not an option��

Cade grins some, one of his own trademark, and quickly gets back under the bar, starting on his next few reps, working with the speed of a devil�.The scene, fades.