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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, infront of what would seem to be some Training Facilty, outside the areana for Showdown, in which would take place this coming Friday. The camera stare longily at the entrance, for around a few odd minutes, until it fade to back. Some time after, the scene was brought back inside. Inside, was a few squat racks, benches, and some other workout machines. In the very back of the ventilated room, stood Cade, right around the corner. Setting on one of the benches. A thin roll of white tape in hand. Eyes dead ahead of himself. Something, seem to be on mind, but of which was unknown for the moment that be. He took the end of the tape, and unravel it, bringing it around the mid of his index finger, and brought the roll to his mouth. He bit the end off, and brought it around, and fasten it securely. He spoke calmly to himself, seeming in abit of a mood.
Cade Silver: Damn Shiru...Damn Marx..You know what? Fuck them all...Shiru...thinks he is a warrior? Being a warrior..Is not what you are Shiru..nothing at all...A warrior..is a man, who fights with his fist, and kills for the name of his land, reasons of his own...What he believes in. Being a good wrestler...Does nothing for earning warrior status..Damn nothing...And if you thought for one moment, that I actually fear you? Wrong...I would be more than happy to kick your little happy ass to the curb..Along with Mr. Buisness...I'll do something you can not. And that is..."The Great Warrior" Vs. Jonathan Marx...A match you never won...And I will earn the vicotory the first damn time around..
In the background, behind the speach of Cade, is abit of 80's rock. Sharp Dressed Man, by a group named ZZ Top. It was always one of his favorites growing up. This brought a small smile to those pale lips, although he continue to wrap his fingers, breathing heavily from time to time, as he mask off his left hand. After the fingers were done, he had done the same to his wrist. He bit the end off, and toss the roll to the other hand.
Cade Silver: Now that I am on the topic of "Talking Trash"...What Shiru refured to it as...I have a few obsticules still in my way...That will be kicked to the side...Another thorn in my side...is Jax...He may have the approval of The Warrior....but he has nothing of mine...The first match we had against G-Village, was shit..Secondly..When we work alone...He didn't help out with shit..That match was mine. Without me..His worthless ass would have claimed yet another loss...Now this week, he fights one of the bottom feeders of this fed, who should not be toting around that damn belt. That I should say will be mine come XM3...Jim Minion...He had the guts to interfere in my match against Mr. Gloves...He took my blind side...Next to that son of a bitch Taylor...They had no affair fucking with that match..It was mine, and he will pay come Xtreme time...When I xtreme his ass to the fucking house from retirement..And that match with you Minion..was no fluke. It was reality...And Shawn faced it..Turning your match against me, to you..So he could blame you for losing that gold...
Cade begun on his right hand, as Steve walk up next to him, arms folded over his chest, and looking down at him. Cade's attention had been shifted to that of the matter of taping his fingers. Bringing the role of tape around, over and down, to safety his knuckles. But he didn't care if they were busted or broken. Perhaps both if his rage would be moved from his body, and exserted apon an individual.
Steve Silver: Damn Cade chill out, don't get worked up. You know where you do, someone ends up leaving in a stretcher...If they are lucky that is....If they live. You need to go to anger management, you get stressed out about a nobody..Dissing you like that, we he knows he goes home every night, and wishes to god he wishes he could be you..And Marx...has done shit...He fears you, I know it..Everyone you have faced has feared you...You have destoyed every opponet you have been paired off against..Your're a man machine man...
Cade Silver: Don't fucking say that Steve..Shiru is more than I am right now...Refresh over right now..And as for Marx..His ass better be scared...right down to his little black ass shoes..For when we square off against another...His ass is gone...But he doesn't have a real reason to fear me..Who should be fearing me now..Is Minion...His ass will really get it, when his fucking head is fucking busted open and bled all over the place..Like mine was...But his pain, will be brought with my own hands..My own power..And then...after he is destroyed...I will destroy him, Just like I did Buster..You hear that? That insaine ticking inside your mind? I know Marx hears it..The annoying sound, of time coming at end, for the skull crushing session beguns. Unlke Marx, you are lucky..You're time is extended, longer..Marx..his ass is gone next week...
Steve bent over, and look at the large bandage apon his forehead. He had noticed it since he had came in from the night before, but did not question. He had assume it came from Showdown, we he had went against Buster Gloves, and of course came out the winner.
Cade Silver: Marx...come this Friday...only one man will emerge the victor in that square battle areana..Only one of us...And I'm not about to hand my first loss over to you..Not just yet, not ever...I'm on a streak right now, and I'm not going to lose...This will be my life...The endless career ending spree of Cade Silver...I will go down in history for my fighting methods, and my awsome skills. I'm about the best damn thing in this company..I fear no one...I'd take on Mr. Carlos Shotgun tommorrow...York...Adkins...any of them....Just to let you know? The only person I fear in this world, is myself.
Steve continue to watch him for a moment or so, and just shook his head. Redirecting his attention back to the punching back, which was only a minor bit of feet away from the two. An idea poped into his head, as he turn to Cade. And begun to speak once more. Trying to kindly relive him in some way, to cool him off. So he would not go home, and piss off Cassidy with such talking as he was doing now.
Steve Silver: Damn, you need to think more positvely...You know that..I'd say your blood pressure is sky rocketing...You're going to hurt yourself..But damn do you hear this shit? I'm talking like Cass now..I guess these last few days have transformed me..But listen now...Ignore that shit I just said..you need to prepare for Marx....Go to the punching bag, and run through some drills...After that we can work on your arms..Legs, and uppder body...You might need work for some other opponets you may go against further in your career...As for this little road block...You could set at home, and be a couch potato, and still rule his ass all over that ring...
Cade Silver: Heh...That sounds like a good idea. Now, finallaly see someone who knows how I feel..How I think. But it seems to take familty to do this type of shit...You could be of some help around me...My spokesperson I believe...Why don't you become my manager...You would get damn good money, and on top of that, you could share my future succes with me...And..if you are good...Once Marx is down and out..You can bring your pain to him as well...
Cade stood slowly, a small smile coming apon his face, as he work his way over to the punching bag. He grip his fist tightly into into balls, and look down the bag, which stood abit shorter than he actually had been. So much anger he had been brought, but a hand full of people, who had been on this mind since that fateful night, though, he would get back at them. Both of them, counting Shiru and Jax, he would have four on his list...Four people in his way. Marx, was an exseption..He was just a minor opponet. Just set up for poblicity. Nothing more than looks. He had nothing against the man, but would end him in an heart beat. He felt no remourse for the ones who challenged his mind. He slightly unclinch his left hand, and the ball of tape fell out, crushed into oblivion.
Steve Silver: As for that, I don't know how much money it would bring me from week, and week on...I have a family to support...I don't know if that income alone could do it all for me or not..But I guess it could be tried..that is..Unless the owners of the XWF have problems with it...I wouldn't see why though...
Cade Silver: Don't worry about anything, I'm going to take care of it all. I can assure you those damn managers make good money...If they didn't...They wouldn't be around...You can't get anything for free these days....But I'll talk to Phan and Evil...see what I can do about it..I'm sure it'll fall into place..Maybe not in a week...maybe not in a month..But I can get it all organized in the next month...But you'll have to help me with a few things, and there is a few things I have to discuss...
Steve nodd slowly, and begun to set down. He stop, and drag the bench over the Cade, and set it down a few feet away from the bag. Looking up slowly, seeming to think to himself for a moment or so. Cade merly nodd his head abit, and turn his head into facing toward the direction of the bag. He brought his right fist back, and crushed it into the middle of the red bag. This sent a few waves around it, and set it back abit. This brought a cruel little smile onto his face. A few people stop by to look over Cade, and the bloody bandage apon his forehead from time to time.
Cade Silver: First of all. The number one rule..You will not be permitted to follow me to the ring..you will on the other hand be in the arena to watch the match...But you will be no where near me..I need no help, nor need I company...I never have anyone standing in my corner...I'm even lucky to stand in the corner of those who are my partners..let alone with my manage...Two...I need a fitness trainer...I have gotten out of shape these last few months..I'm out of my prime, and I need help getting back into it...But that's about it..You'll get your share of the money, and the spot lightly, and not for hardly doing anything...I'll be doing all of the work...all of it...
Steve Silver: Hmmm...That does sound tempting...but I would like to accompany you to the ring..I wouldn't help you..No matter what kind of pain was inflicted to you..But you being in the ring? Think of it bro..would you actually need help...Because you know I wouldn't come out and cheat, unless I really had a good reason...
Cade Silver: No Steve..I don't care what happens..Nothing at all, I want no company when I enter the ring...I enter alone, and I exit alone, the victor..Nothing will ever change that..And if you ever go against any of this..You'll feel my pain as well..Got that?
Steve slowly nodd, as Cade's attention shifted to the bag once more. His fists were clinched, and brought hard against the bag, exserting his force against the bag hardly. Moving from side to side, putting a fist print into the bag, one each second. Fists moving quickly, as he adruptly brought his knee up into the gut of the bag, as it fell off the string...The Scene Fades to black.
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