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|Disclaimer|: PG13: May Contain Violence, and Adult Language...So...Just Read The Damn Thing |
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The scene opens up, at the last arena, where the last ShowDown happened. Cade was standing infront of his 69' Dodge Charger, duffle back tightly clinched in his right hand. Eyes rolling apon the mounds, and mounds of traffic. It was amazing how many people came to one of these little shows. But the number tolled high. Cade awaited so he could leave. A pleased look apon his face, happy how the match went, but not fully.
Cade Silver: Hmmmm. Just as I thought...this match was what I expected...and nothing more. It didn't even appose a challenge to me...This match could have been dealt more seriously...but I suppose they tried..I will give them that. But my next challenge...will be the man you all know as Buster Gloves....seeing that his match was easily won, as mine. But I see no challenge in him...He isn't in my league...matter of fact, none of these men are....And you want to know what else amazes me?
Cade put the duffle bag on the ground, and slid his left hand, into his left pocket. A slight jingleing noise could be heard from the depth of the deeply made pocket. A pair of keys were brought up, in between his index, and middle finger, and inseted into the key hole, on the side of the door, unlocking it. He pull the door open, of the passenger side, and toss the keys in his hand, landing apon the driver's seat. He pushed the seat forward, and toss the bag behind it, fitting it snugly put.
Cade Silver: One thing..that amazes me the most...Our champion..is someone you should be proud about..But me..No...He has great fighting capabilites...but he whines, and complains too much...I watched his last Promo...he done nothing more then cry and bitch over the little match with Jones..If he didn't fear him so...why does he bitch and moan over it so much? No offence..but I hope Jones beats the living hell out of his ass...
Cade smirked abit, and slamm the door shut. He took a small step back, and slightly extend his head, to the extreme right, a slight popping sound being emitted from the side. Thus, he would do it again, with the opposite side, the same sound being emitted, but this time, abit louder. He made his way, infront of his car, to the drivers side, opening it up, he sat in the seat. But before doing so, he grabb his keys, and slide them into the ignition. The lound engine was created, smoke blew out the tail pipe. As it could be heard over the sparingly amount of the cheering crowd. No music was turned on, instead, he thundered down the road, at around sixy miles an hour, almost seemingly to break the sound barrier. Shorty, he arrived out his house. He slowly got out of the car, and walk into the house. Leaving the bag behind. He was almost immeditly greeded by Cassidy.
Cassidy Silver: Hey Cade....Welcome home....
Cade nodd to her slowly, and walk next to her into the door, eyes following the ground, thinking about his next match...he had alot on his mind, but none of the which, seem to bother him. Hsr just ignore it and move on with his normal busisness.
Cade Silver: That was match in the making, it really was. Not even an challenge...almost sad. Out of all my opponets, in which shown for the match, only one...Crookz, managed to bring out a promo. Almost sad when you think about it. But It doesn't matter when you look at it. When you get into that sqaure ring, everything is diffrent....Promos mean nothing, although they could help you in the long run...seeing I had two under my belt, out of three. I could have done better...but yet, my worst can beat their best. Just like Buster Gloves...his time runs short...I have no time to mess around, And I mean it to.
Cassidy nodd, hearing her brother's words. He walk past her, and into the home now. Eyes moving around abit, as he though. The time was abit early, as he manged to arrive home pretty quick. He had nothing in mind of sleep, he had only thought bigger things, things that would be more meangingful. He had not slept, nor eaten in some time. Attire consisting of the usual blue jeans, and black shirt, with an assorted design.
Cassidy Silver: Yeah, that match was really something you know. It didn't appear that you took too much of a beating, if any. You really had that match in the beg before it even happen, you knew it, and I knew it. But to be truthful...you should have won that match at XBZ as well....but you were the under-dog...and that usualy gets you no where. But by the time next XBZ rolls around...I can guareentee you will be a contender for the top match....
Cade Silver: Don't mention the XBZ match..not now or ever. For it was in the past, anything in the past, isn't worth dwelling on...so don't bring it up again. As for worrying about the next XBZ...I already have my work cut out for me...But we need to set our minds apon this up-coming paper-view...you know the one. The one that takes place in Tokyo Japan....You know don't you?
Cassidy Silver: Of course Cade, how could I forget. It's only the biggest thing on television right now...in the wrestling world...Xtreme Mania Three...that is all Spike TV has been talking about...promos left and right...And Oh...I forgot to tell you. Jax, and Shiru have a match against another, and they both have already cut a promo for the up-coming event.....And I am gussing you already have your match in mind..?
Cade nodded softly, taking his eyes away from her. He made his way into the living room slowly, and sat down, proping his feet up apon the end of the table, and ran a few aimless thoughts around in his head once more. Thinking about what had happened at ShowDown. Though, it was only his first show, he was getting used to it, and look forward to the next, and more matches to come.
Cade Silver: Really now. Like I would really care about the promos. I don't have anything for either of them. Neither to me are worth time in the ring...they really arn't. As for Jax..he is really a nice guy...But for Shiru...I wouldn't care what happened to him...In my eyes...he should have gotten what he did in ShowDown, and I hope Jax nothing more than good luck...Shiru is too much to brag, and in this federation, he has done nothing more than I have....It sounds like a good match...but it can't be any better than Marx...Eh Shiru?
Cassidy sat down next to him, listening to what Cade had said. She nodd in agreement, seeing that she had watched every bit of Show Down. She was satisfied with the show, but had thought that Cade could have finished better. But you can't really argue, with doing that good of a performance. And moving up the latter along with that...Cade Silver was steadily moving up the pole of the XWF, and soon..he would be in the league, that Jones, and Shotgun were in. Or atleast he would hope so.
Cassidy Silver: Just don't worry about anything Cade. You'll make it to Shawn. But I don't think he will be all that easy for you, but in my mind, I know you can do it. If you put your mind to it, you could do anything. You were always like that, and always will be....so get something to eat, and go on to bed.
Cade Silver: Nah, it's alright. I have no appitite for now, and along the lines of rest, I need not any. I'll be alright, but I'll try to go in early...since I havn't had a decent nights sleep this whole week...but thanks for staying up late, and waiting on me...you don't know how much that means to be...
Cassidy merly nods, and walks up stairs, heading back up to her beed room, which was on the opposite side from his own. Cade's eyes traveld to the TV, and sighed deeply, turning it to Spike. Seeing nothing much of intrest. He slid off his shoes, and kept a close eye apon the XWF. The only thing that was shown at this early hour of it, was the next card, and results from the last. And of course, XM3.
Cade Silver: Of course, we could not forget about XM3...it's going to be a hell fo a paper-view. Beats the fucking hell out of the XBZ...I can guarentee that...Seeing that it was boring in my matter of opinion...seeing I had no match really...Other than the main event...seeing the same people, always manage to win the same shit...Well you know what...When my time comes..and yes..it will...That shit will change...
Cade slightly shifts around on the leather couch, and sets back abit, eyes wondering on the tv for a moment. He was not hungry, but he indeed did have a growing thurst, though it was ignored. He changed the Tv, and went along the line, seeing that nothing was on...and turned it off, being shoudered into the complete darkness.
Cade Silver: Nothing is ever on...Nothing really matters anymore...Well to me atleast...Buster...come this Show Down..your ass is mine...I'm not taking my time...my patience is wearing thin...I'm not fucking around with your ass. I will put you down for the three count...as simple as that. You might as well just lie down, and let me pin you effortlessly. But a punk like you would never sence up...no...But I admire that....you will show up, and atleast try to put a little fight....but this match is already won...It has been entered into the damn books...
Cade smirks abit, and stands. Eyes surfing through the shadows, seeing nothing more. Nothing, nor no one. Seeing that anything was around to do, he would attempt to get abit of sleep. Cassidy seeming to give a flying fuck about anything..--- As he headed towards the steps, the scene fade to black.
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