[Action]
The day was young, and all was quit around the Illuminati house. No sound what so ever grazed the barrier. Not the faint movements of the animals. The sunlight had just begun to escape the clouds, and send shadows over all that it hit. Cade Silver, sat in his house, no earlier than five in the morning. Writing something down on paper, looking up only ever so often, to absorb some information from the Tv, Spike Tv as usual. Nothing interesting had been on in this particular morning, which left the restless Silver dozing off. He had a few thoughts on his mind, following the card earlier. But nothing seemed to weight his mind down so heavily, that it could be seen by his actions, or by his speech. The night before, he was unable to really get any real sleep. The reason, were the thoughts that kept him up many nights, often, especially now that it has become evident, that his career has came up, a lot since the year that he had first arrived. He liked all of this new found attention, but it was something that was all too new to him. Previously, he had only all the time in his world, to brag about what he was, what he will soon become, but now, he has actually grew into a household name. Cade Silver, was now one of the most common names, around the XWF. One of the main reasons, was the fact that Gabriel Logan, a fellow mate of the fan faction, the Illuminati, vacated the belt, for an expense unknown. But Silver, did not drop this attempt, but would only move forward like a rabid wolf, and take what he could. Currently working on a list of what he needed to be done around the Mansion, before the week came. This coming up week, he would be standing in the ring with Mike C. Not usually a big deal, but this deal, was quiet big. This would be for the belt that Logan left behind, giving Silver the chance, to hold it in �the family.�

[Cade Silver]
�A good week I must say. A good week indeed, but it isn�t nothing abnormal than any other week. This week, of all the weeks, I will be standing up against the man, that is known as, Mike C. Mike C, is but only the top thought of my mind right now, and you musn�t even ask the question while. A good friend, who held that belt, gave it up, for reasons I am sure that are nothing but pure. But that doesn�t slow me down, no I plan to only slap back, and grab that chance. The chance that has been given to me, but that ring, that title, of being the future, will be mine. That is the only concern of Mike C that I have ever had up to this point. Of course, he might have beaten Rogerio�But of course. Rogerio wasn�t at his best that night, but only slacked, like our friend Mr. Vanchiez. Which, out of the way, pissed me off beyond belief. He asked for that match, and what does he do? He stands out of the way, and slacks himself. But as all say, a win is a win. The Dragon has been slain, which is really the last of my thoughts. Also, following the rumors that an old adversary has returned to the ring. You all, may know him as Jax, but I know him, as an embarrassment. He was betrayed by his own manager, and had the guts to show up. He almost makes me as sick as Clausen and the Rebels. Which also reminds me, why must we call them the rebels? When I think of rebels, I normally think of a band of people, who do what they want, when they want. But I can only see, that Orix and Crookz can�t get away from sucking Clausen�s dick, to do anything around here, other than to prove more of nothing. I can�t wait to see the day, when all three of those bozos see the light, and get ahold of someone, that will hand their asses over to them. Now that, that will be the day. It is but a lower thought on my mind, I could really give two shits about either three of them. Like I�ve said, right now, all I cared about is the futures title. It has been almost too long since I have held a belt in my hands, and that will all be brought an abrupt end, I promise that my friend.�

[Action]
Standing, Cade walks over to the water, and grabs a cup, mashing a button, as it came down, and filled the cup. He brought it to his lips, with one swift motion, and quickly cleared the cup, crumpling it up, and tosses it aside, towards the waste basket, which of course, always misses. It, now fell apon the floor, laying with the other masses of the cheaply made, cone type paper. Being stepped on by Cade he exited the office, and shut the door with a gentle slam, and walked down the hall, passing by a few known faces.

[Martha]
�Cade.�

[Cade]
�Martha.�

[Martha]
�I�ve been looking over this weeks card Cade, and I see you�re finally getting ahead, finally getting a shot. Well, I�ve got nothing against it at all. The only thing I can say to you, is do nothing but your best. I would really see the belt that Logan strode for, leave this faction. Do you know what I mean?�

[Cade]
�I know exactly what you�re saying. But I don�t plan to disappoint. I never exactly have in the first place. But I�ll do all that I can, to take that belt back. Besides, I really have nothing to worry about when you stop and think about it. Who is my match against?...Mike C, and who is he?...Nothing, exactly once more. He must understand, that in order for there to be a rising star, someone new, at the top of the charts, he will be beaten, whether asked to or not. I�m not exactly saying he should step aside and hand it over, but he should know what is happened as it does. Cade Silver, will not stop, until he has achieved, that being the XWF. I came into this federation, with that on my mind, and every week, I am only brought closer. The first champion I was able to see, with my own eyes, was Carlos Shotgun. I did admire that man, but I did hate him. Not for the fact of how he was, only the fact of what he was, the current champion. Until York finally took it from him, and at that absence of thought, it came to me. Any champion, can lose what they have, in five minutes. It takes years to get to where that man was, and I will do my damndest to do what he didn�t.. Don�t get me wrong, he was the best of his time, but the times change.�

[Martha]
�That is exactly what I like to hear Cade. I�m sure that Logan will only become better, well, in my words, that�s really nothing to worry about. He�s been there for maybe a few months, and he�s gotten done a lot more than most people around there, all that really needs work, is Rogerio. If he would stop slacking, and maybe try to prove his name around here, then maybe he would be more respected around here.�

[Cade]
�My thoughts exactly Martha, at least you and Logan agree that far with me. It�s not that Bustamonte slacks, I just don�t think he has found his inspiration yet, if that makes any sense. I mean, he�s one of the biggest stars in this company that we know today, I just don�t think his heart is in it. But this week, he�ll set off against William Rix�The damn bastard who took the belt from me. At least, if I can�t get my hands on that bastard, one of us can. I mean, look at that loss last week he had, that was a fluke. Mike C got lucky, and he fucking knows it. But I�ve news for that wanna be rapper this week, he�s got not a chance up against Cade Silver. Because boys and girls, it boils down to this, Cade Silver does not choke, nor let anyone win a match, unless it is earned, and that is a fun fact, they need to start printing on coke bottles. I wouldn�t lie to anyone in the world, well, maybe I would, but that is no lie. No match, is easily won when you�re in the match with me. And like I�ll say once more, I shit you not. Mike C, when we enter that ring, if you expect to throw me down, and just lay on top of my body, getting a three count, that isn�t what is done. I�m a former Xtreme Champion myself, and I know what being extreme is about, and I will show you why, I am the future of this company, and why that title belongs on my finger.�

[Action.]
Martha offered a small smile, and Cade nodded, both walking a different direction, Cade slowly made his way down what would seem like a very lengthily hallway, once he came to the end, he found himself in a lounge sort of area. Two machines boarded the back of the room, a pop machine, and one for Moore�s, Nabs. Cade walks up to the soda machine, and puts in three coins, pressing a button, an water bottle came out the bottom, which was almost immediately grabbed by the large hand of Cade. He took a large drink of it, replacing the lid, and slowly turned around, seeing the now awake Logan walk through the hall. Soon after Rogerio was behind him. All three nodding, confirming almost a silent good morning, they all settled within the room, all crowded around the same little area.

[Logan]
�Good morning Silver, RG. This is a new week, and of course to wrestlers, that always mean a change. A change is opponent, an change in the difficulty, and always a change in thought. But for the Illuminati, we cut out the middle man, and party our asses off, until the time of show comes, then we work like fucking hell, not fucking women, and win matches. And that is what it�s all about, doing what you do, and doing it the best you can. And last week, the Illuminati showed Shiru Vanchiez what fear is, but this weak, we�re aiming for much more. This week, we must strike down Mike C once more, Stephen Blood, and yatta yatta yatta. But besides that point, we really need to make an impact. Last week was good, but this is the trial week, the trail version of this little organization. I just have a few things to say to each of you�Cade�.Rogerio.�

[RG]
�Well, I guess it�s my turn then. Last week, I really didn�t do what I could. I mean, I could have taken that punk ass rapper wannabe, but I didn�t. And that�s all that mattered. It may have been a fluke, but it won�t happen again Logan, Silver. I promise you two that. I wasn�t asked to join, just to lose matches, but I came here, to show what I was made of. But I havn�t been taking to the gym like I should, and that really hurts.�

[Logan]
�Yeah, I�ve noticed. Well, you do know this place has a gym, right? I mean come on, you don�t actually think I would do something so big like this wrong? I mean Damnit, look who I am. I am Gabriel Fucking Logan, and as long as I am around, we�re going to train, fuck, and win. Is that clear you two?

[Cade]
�Crystal, I�ve done my job so far, I really don�t plan to shoot my fans down with such disappointment.�

[Action]
Cade stands, nodding to each, and walks over to the side, and grabs a cigar from the table, taking one more large chug from the water bottle, he places it aside, and replaces it with the butt of a cigar, and lights it, inhaling deeply, the tip of the brown roll turns to a flamed red, and heats up, until small, puffs of black smokes moved over top of his head. He took a large drag from it, and blew it back out his nose. Quickly liking the taste in the verge of early morning, he retreated to another quick drag, and stood back, looking back over to the two once more. Settling back down into his seat, leg propped up against an empty couch.

[Cade]
�I believe I�m going to go with Rog on this one, the gym is a good idea, I mean hell, before I was here, that�s all I ever did. It never got me any further, but I wouldn�t be who I am today if not for that place. We should really hit this place after the little gathering.�

[Logan]
�Anyways, why I was saying back. This is a group, that will bring the fear back to the XWF, bring the power back into establishment. It was formed, by the strongest, rising powers in the XWF. News spread, rumors crowded the XWF, that something big was going to happen. Well, guess what, since York�s rain has begin, nothing has happened, nothing major anyways. The Rebels and Clausen came back, but like I said, nothing exactly major. Well, going down the road, the Illuminati has been formed, from three of the biggest rising starts of this federation. We weren�t very underestimated, nor will give it a chance to happen. What I�m trying to say is, if we�re aiming to strike fear, we have to make those fuckers our bitches. Show those ass holes what we�re about. And so far, we�ve done good, but we need to let out, and really, I mean really show them what�s going to happen.�

[Action]
All three of the man, showing faces of thought, pondering apon what had just been said. Each of them, agreeing apon which had been said. Logan, spoke but briefly, but brought some but inspiration into the two men, which he had spoke apon. Especially impacting Cade Silver, of the two, it had been really such a while, since anything had gotten to his mind, since these words. Silver, who had been lacking the past few months, not really being himself, not really doing much of anything, had been out of his own character, not showing as much violence, power, and integrity, somewhat having a minor downfall. But at this point, more than anytime, it crossed his mind, that it wasn�t going to happen anymore. The down fall, the slope was coming to an end, and he was going to make a new impact, in the XWF. Finally show what he was, what he was planning on doing. All of these words in general brought anything major to him, but it only took abit of enthusiasm to spark an interest in his mind, to bring a firm hand forward, and strike back hard like a cobra. Intensity deeply engraved his mind, and all he could think about, was getting to the gym, training, and gearing up, for what was nights away. Early morning had carried the day into light, opening up an seemingly what early noon�

The day had begun to develop along nicely, and about around this same time, a few grunts, following by hard, heart throbbing punches could be heard echoing out, and around all over the place. A few more grunts, and more harder thuds, slamming against matting. The camera finally gathered, and caught site, moments later, perhaps an hour or so, of the Illuminati gym, a sight that had only been seen by light a few times, used by Cade and his brother, perhaps a few days before it had opened. But this time, Cade was working alone, curling a few dumbbells by his sides, sweat pouring down sweetly apon his forehead, glistening along as he went. Working hard, he put forth much effort, aiming to show the world, show the world what he had always jack-jawed about for so long, to actually pull a given point, when he was going to show what was about to happen, what the future would hold, Cade Silver.

[Cade Silver]
�Thoughtless hours, have long been passed. Drenching my mind, in weightless thoughts, empty weaknesses, these such things, can make a man weak, can make one�s mind ignore all that has been important. And for weeks on end, I, Cade Silver, has been ignoring what is important inside of my mind. All that I have worked for in my life, all that I have thought for, has been put to waste. Look at it this way, when you seriously take a hard look over my career, there is what, a title shot�Maybe a small victory over one Jim Minion. But what is that really? What is it? It�s nothing but a small, dart sized pimple on the ass of Phan. That has been all the name Cade Silver has meant to this company, and I have finally seen, that at this point, that will come to an end. I see clearly now, nothing will be this way once more, and that is nothing but the blunt, and obscure truth. I plan, to do nothing more, than to take this company, for all that is has. And by my side, are Gabriel Logan, and Rogerio Bustamonte. What their intentions might be, are not exactly mine.

You see, what I seek, and aim to do, is make my name known, make my name, a name that is commonly heard all over. A name, that when fear is thought of, formed a name of, I want that name, to be mine. Not a Y, no York, not a S, no Carlos Shotgun. But I want to know what it feels like to be important. Not to be a nat on the cock of a great champion. So far, I�ve done nothing but proved that I am a worthless pile of shit, I might have claimed a few victories in this mode, but that makes no meaning to me. As of now, I am new. Nothing has happened, and Mike C, is my first match, my first victim.

From this point, on I start out with a clean slate, a new board, an empty eraser. From this point on, I will not fall, nor stumble forward, but lower my shoulders, and plow a path forward for myself. I�ll not always have these two with me always, to hold my hand, and baby me as we go by. I must make my own room, must make my own path clear, and make it known, and strike fear in the hearts of everyone. And so far, that�s not exactly what I�ve been seeing, but I plan on it to be an strong uprising. Cade Silver will be known, maybe not this week, next month. But it will come into mind, and relinquish a great forth coming.

[Action]
Cade places the metal apon the mat, and stands, reaching forward, grabbing a towel that had laid neatly in a fold beside of him. His fingers moved roughly around the material, merely tossing the neat fold, as it had been nothing, thoughts seeing nothing, but his own steel, cold words. His voice, carried a certain emptiness, not seeming to have a care in the world. All that he cared about at this particular moment, was being known, seeing his face on such things as cereal. Becoming an household name, an uprising fan favorite, was all that he really cared about now. Before, all he wanted, was a shot at the nearest fucker he could get, but as of now, at this particular moment, he actually cared about where everything would eventually go. Not straight to the shitter, but where the future would be, what he was doing, what with, who with, and what. At this moment, all he cared about, was being in the most upmost shape, that he could be in at any point of his career. His prime, was about to explode in his mind, and rip a new point out, and just expand, until his ego would nothing but fill the room.

Cade sits back, and picks up the weights, and tosses his head back somewhat violently, he lifts them to his side, and pushes them forward, with a soft grunt, that brought a soft pain over his arms, a sharp pain down his chest. 'No Pain, No Gain.' He had thought, keeping this leech sucking on his mind, the image fades to a mere shade of shadowy darkness...

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The Victims: G-Village (2x), Shiru Vanchiez (2x), Jim Minion (1x), Buster Gloves (1x), Jonathan Marx (1x), Heath Adams (1x), Moses Shabazz (1x) Mike C?.