It had been a pretty long few days in the world of Silver�.strain was nothing new here, or had it been anywhere else. Slacking had a way to take it out of a man, to take what has been put in for months, which can easily be undone in a matter of a few days, not what a whole two weeks could to do a man alone. It had been a long drought in the world of Silver, although it had really only been one match or so. But when you were the World Champion, you couldn�t let those challengers get the best of you, or even get a lead at all. The game was what it was all about, and the only winners were those who tried to play it. Hampton had apparently taken a leave of absence, and hadn�t been able to show his face, nor had Cade had had the ability to get a hold of him�.

The scene opens up, inside of a nice, cozy little home, It is nothing fancy, but all at the same time, it is far from being that of ugly. It�s a nice little cottage, but some how very familiar. The time of day, was night, and soon would be an accordance to being a fresh, new day. Training had been harsh, bringing strain to his muscles and making them feel very tight, as if it had been the first day back�..The Tv in the din, was flashing immensely, and the camera slowly moved towards it, finding a lazy Cade Silver, laying back, comfortably, legs sprawled out on a table in front of him, and a can of soda in one hand, and a remote in the other. The large blue eyes glued to the TV, only blinking when they really really had to.

Cade: �It�s truly amazing, how much that you miss when you don�t pay your full attention. When your mind is in another spot, and you don�t have the ability to see as far as your arms, but that�s been going unattended to. Week in and week out, I only worry about, what�s going on in my world. And truly, there�s really nothing wrong with that. I keep my nose inside of my business, and I don�t stick my stuff where it doesn�t belong, I do not add my two cents, where they are not asked for, or even needed�.I keep to my own side, with the Illuminati blocking off all entrance�.But these things I have missed out on, are really some great teachings�.watching promos, and even watching matches that I haven�t been in�.sense working out a few hours ago, I have found myself immobile on this very sofa. It�s still as hell, and maybe the most uncomfortable piece of shit that I�ve ever laid down on, but all of these senseless ramblings aside�.I�m studying for this week, putting my heart into my training, exerting desire into my training, and truly putting forth all effort that I have, to get my ass back into this game, that everyone claims that I�ve been out of. And with all honesty, since last season, I haven�t been able to pick up the pieces, every since I attained that lost against the Dragon. But he is no longer around, not even to hold the title that *I* made famous in that short time that I called it my own, but I am the one that remains. The Dragonman claims to have won the war, but no, he only managed to win a small victory. I am the one who came out on top, and why in the hell, I�m taking about fucking Shiru Vanchiez, is way beyond me.�

Cade mashes a button on the remote, and rewinds back a couple of seconds. Through the whole speech, his eyes never leave the Tv once, to even shoot a glance over towards the camera. The man remains in his exact position, only giving a hand the raise to take a drink of his soda, which was now empty, and tossed over his right shoulder, it gave a bouncing inside of the kitchen. Cade pauses it now, within his first match that he ever had with Vanchiez, and in this frozen picture, Cade is doing none other than what he does best, yes folks, that is�fuck up!

Cade: �No wonder Vanchiez couldn�t take heed to my words, look how much shit that I done wrong here. Not only did I look like a complete and utter retard inside of the ring, but it doesn�t get any better. Every passing second, as I continue to make this match mine, I do it sloppy. If this match would have been one for a title, or even one for high stakes, my ass would have already been in a vice grip by now. But the funny thing is, since then, I haven�t changed so much. I still make the little mistakes that everyone does, but I tend to keep them hidden a little bit better, or recover from them faster. It is like a well played football game. I came to play, and had the advantage in every damn way possible�but I keep throwing interceptions, and fumbling the ball, which ultimately is causing me to look like shit, and literally throw the game�away��

Cade actually gets up this time, heads towards the fridge, which is every bit of ten feet, grabs another soda, and walks back towards the sofa like a zombie, and flops down in the exact same position, before popping open the pop. His eyes are readjusted back onto the blaring screen before him, as he continues to go, but this time, in slow motion, as he watches the bear in the ring, toss around the man like a rag doll. He does stop it from time to time, and smirked, shaking his head, and taking a firm chug of the soda.

Cade: �This is a joke, it isn�t even that funny. And the worst part is, this tape isn�t even that old! I look like shit on a stick, and some how, I believe I may be giving myself a little more credit than I deserve. In the ring, I�m an utter and complete power house, without much of a wrestling form. I�m tossing around this man, like a crumpled piece of paper, and watch him while he screams out in pain�the very man who brought me into the wrestling world, the same man that on numerous occasions, spent time in the same corner as himself, chumming up with him against the ever so infamous G-Village and everyone�s favorite, Moses Shabazz. Boy wasn�t them the days�I miss that so much�coming on camera to toss around a couple of punching bags, diss those black boys a little bit, and then laugh like a loon, while I called up my buddy, Jax�those were days when I was careless, and practically deserved to be in a college dorm, I would fit in with a bunch of fucking kids�but things have changed, and not only in the skill range. Personality, has a lot to do with ring appearance, what you do outside will always effect what you do inside.�

He continues to watch like a mindless zombie, blood shot eyes blinking once more, as the tape popped out. Cade went over to it, and tossed the labeled piece of trash aside, and instead, picked up a more recent tapes, maybe a few weeks back or so. He sits back, watches all the trademark shit, and fast forwards to the first few matches, consisting most of the rookie side of the roster, and what little they had left of their elites.

Cade: �Everyone goes through developing states, but the only thing that differs others from another, are when they go through the ride, when they take the long roller coaster ride�..My own career, must I say, has went through a bit of hellish conditions. I lack very little, from claiming every title there is to claim here, but I still don�t feel all that bit satisfied. Although I feel as if I haven�t proved myself, there really isn�t much that I have left to do. I�ve bored many of my fans, and perhaps my most popular readers into silence, and into a good resting night. But that�s far from being the point�..what the point is, I have nothing left to prove, to anyone. In my eyes, I�ve done much that a man will never do in a career, in a little over a year. It took at least two, for the all mighty York, to rise to the point he is right now, and not even saying how long it has taken Jones to get no where like he is now, other than the Hall that I don�t see him being in, not that much of a use in�.but no, I�m not here to diss these two, not today at least, but maybe a little bit later, or in another tape I�m sending out to my public�this topic today, is nothing more than my past, present, and maybe even what is left in my future�.This is my segment, and it�s only about me�.so bored fuckers, you better leave now, unless you have a desire to hear my great ramblings any further.�

The match ends, and with the volume as is, the name couldn�t be heard. Cade merely smirks, and pushes the fast forward button. A couple of matches blur by, until the match with him comes up. In the ring, he�s facing none other than the new rising, and most interesting star, Angelese. Cade leans back some, eyes moving along their match. It goes along for a couple of minutes, and Cade freeze frames it. Watching the position they were in. Cade, of course, overpowering his female foe, but he�s making a mistake while doing so-----leaving every side open to an attack, to the unknowing Angelese.

Cade: �And what the FUCK is this? Here is the classical Cade fucking Silver, doing what he does best! And no! It isn�t winning! It�s fucking the hell up, while also making himself look like a complete retard�Angelese wasn�t the best opponent or even the strongest, or anything of that sort. Had that been Chris in the ring, or even Jones, I probably would have been on my ass in the count of a few seconds�I had the clear cut win, and even a far advantage with my strength over her, and also her even being a female�.if she knew what she was doing, truly knew what she was doing, instead of the bragging that we all tend to come by, that match would have ended differently. I wouldn�t be where I am right now, but I maybe would be at the bottom of the barrel, trying to earn another shot. But once more, I have earned the luck of the draw, by not facing any experience�.�

He continues to watch now, playing the tape once more. It goes fine, Cade does a few moves, and comes by them well, pulling them off sharply. Then, while he gets going good, he slips up, and makes yet another quick paced mistake. In what time it took to force this drive down Angelese�s throat, it has turned against Cade, and his back is on the mat, Angel almost makes the cover, before Cade can power out. In the meantime, Cade watches all of this with a sharp hawks eye, and smirked as he went, guzzling out another soda, and tossed it with his now, growing collection, one hand itching along his crotch.

Cade: �And here we go again folks. With a good lead, and pretty much on the way to a fair, straight cut victory, we have another fumble, and the other team recovers. We have the fair and great Cade Silver, getting his ass carved by some woman, who doesn�t deserve as much to lick Cade�s testicular area�and what the hell? I fuck up again, making this the hundredth turn over in my best season stat area, but no, instead of trying to redeem myself, I finally fuck up again, and almost cause myself the match�great commentary isn�t it? Maybe I should do backwards what Midnight Star has done, and go to be a commentator, while I call the shots from there.-----I don�t think that�d work, as neither will his career, or Phan�s, but that�s for another day�.but my point is�.I am known for making mistakes, as we all are at time and time again. I have been able to recover in enough to time, to come out of the flame before it burns my ass, and take yet again another win, the win that would give me the open room to run, against Chris�the match I may yet have set the record for making the most fuck ups�..but I still pull out the win. What does all of these mean? ALL of it? Many people right now have probably stopped watching, but it�s not all meaningless. I�ve been dropping the slack for a while now, and this is when I pick it up�I�ll be back, I need to piss.�

Cade turns off the TV and VCR, and walks down the hall, the scene fades to black.