[Action]
The scene pulls to an open, not really too much after the first promo was cut, merely a few hours of difference, nothing to really frown apon. Dusk, had already set in, like a disease eating away at flesh. The sun had already sit on the side, and the light was sparse around the large structure. Silence spread along the area, but never really seemed loud unless they would be happening to have a party, but not this time. Things had been taken more seriously these days by the hands of the Illuminati, more thoughts taken into mind, more thoughts exploited.

The gym, in the house, had finally came to of some decent use. At this particular time, it was being used well, ever since the last promo had been issued. Cade, off in his own corner, was working out with a machine, Lap-Pull Downs, not doing as much weight, but working really on reps around this time. Muscle, isn�t something he really had to build, but more on stamina, and more use of his power, learning how to turn all that bulk into a speeding tank, that could break through anything. Straining his defenses to a iron fist, coming striking to an opponent, and with this, he wouldn�t be stopped. His body could take a lot of hits, and he could then use his body into terms enough, so that he could bring massive damage, and it in no way bring any pain to his body, no since of being tired at all.

It hadn�t really been an issue, up to recent points, he had been able to hold his body as one inside the ring. But seeing as he was in one of the number one growing factions, and a rising star himself, he would have to keep watch for himself, he wouldn�t always have something stalking behind him, watching his back, such as Logan, or Bustamonte, not at all times anyways.

On the far side, opposite from Silver himself, was fellow comrade, Rogerio, working out hard himself, almost being there not shy of the same time that he had put In himself. Yet, there was no real sign of Logan, he would be out somewhere with Martha, or around the mansion planning something for the fun-faction.

[Cade]
�Too bad I don�t see Logan around this place, he should really come around here more often, I mean, he is good inside of the ring, etc. But it could never really hurt to be better, to push your body through hard exercises. But then again, there are people who can push their body beyond the limit, without building up artificial strength like us. Some people, who are only but born with the amazing skills in a warrior, and a fighter. That is at least something I have to give our old friend Shiru Vanchiez. I mean, look at the man, he runs his damn mouth more than he does anything, but yet he usually get the job done. But here�s a perfect example of built strength, I�ve beat his ass down twice, but that�s the point. Mike C, I don�t know much about this man, all I ever see him doing is running his cocksucker, about something he doesn�t even know about. We�ve had one mach earlier, with his broad Jade, which if I do recall, is sucking Taylor�s cock now, too bad, aye mate? But now you don�t have her, all you have is buddy Joey Bastard, but what can you do with him man? What will big Joey do when you�re standing in front of THE Cade Silver? You�ll have no one left to protect you, nothing in my way to destroy you. And until that time comes, you will be all that I think about. You�re constantly raging my mind, for simple petty facts. For one, the one that buzzes around my hand, is the belt we�re contending for. It�s been a certain while since I have held a title, and I want to cut that time off, and obtain something new, something that I can add to my card, to my statistic sheet. Winning titles, is a keeper stat you know my friend, but of course, you wouldn�t know of that feeling, none better than Joey for that fact. Both of you are the same, but different, a threat? No.�

[Action]
Cade resets the bar at its resting spot, hovering above his hand, and stands, grabbing a large water bottle that had been resting next to his seat. Condensation brought its own water drizzling down the bottle, like sweet sweat. It ran down, and caught onto the body, when the bottle had turned up, and took a large gulp, almost finishing off a good twelve ounces, ending most of what the bottle would contain. Also, in his other hand, he clinched tightly a towel, which had been used to wipe his forehead, to clear the sweat. The towel was drenched, with a deep fume that pushed a nose away from its surface. Knowing Cade, seeing him work out, seeming in wrestle for that matter of fact, he could be called a sweater. Normally he would be drenched after such a work out, or from a rigorous match. But this work had spread out until hours, and he look determined to not drop the pace one bit, but to only manipulate it into more. Moving on to his next work out, which would be over to the bench, consisting of a bench press, once more, working with smaller weight, with more reps, which he would be using to keep in shape mostly, and raise that stamina.

His hands reached for the weights, and placed them all apon the slender metal bar. All of the metal, was ice cold, chilling the flesh at an easy touch. The gym was usually kept at low temperatures, because it was almost point less to work under the heat, or at least those were Cade�s thought at this particular moment. He preferred to work on his own, in a cold surrounding, which he intended to always do, it seem to always get him by. But one thought, was that he still hadn�t got used to such equipment, he was used to his own gym, back in his home town, with only served the purpose to work, alike this one, but it�s advances, machines, or any sort, was nothing matching to this one. All of these enhancements, abnormalities were amazing, a really prized gym, they needed to really get forth, and apply more time inside of this place. Much money was put into it, but it was guessed from the pocket of Logan, seeing as how Silver had only been lower until now, given a big shot out of the bag.

[Cade]
�Good stuff working is, how much I really did miss it. A routine it has become I would guess. But it�s not something that I plan to miss out on, it always enhances, increases the body�s abilities, and proves one to a further extent than what thought. The body is a form of art, not for tattoo, but for strength, for power. I, I am one of the people who were born with a natural strength, a natural sense what it could be called. But I have chosen to be what you could see, as a powerhouse, with a perfect sense of balance, and that of speed. Look at the military for an example, large aircrafts, tanks, things of that sort, are only the most dangerous. For one, there size, catches the eye, and their speed, is another thing that excels, blazing speed, at amazing heights. The own human body can be trained to do that sort. You see, I plan to keep the body mass that I have obtained, but increase a good pace, a good speed, because then, like I explained earlier, I would be more of a waking tank, more to look at.�

[Action]
Cade brought his body back, and allowed it to rest a few minutes, before placing his hands around the bar. He drew a deep breath from his nostrils, and blew it out his mouth, pushing the weight from the rack, and very slowly dropped it down, touching his chest. Then, he pushed forward, not with exactly all the force that he had inside of his body, but enough so that he could feel his muscles pushing out, enough to get a slow, strong work out, at the same time as working with a good pace.

First reps, finished out, Cade sits up, on the side of the bench, and looks at the ground, staying in his own self silence, listening to only his breathing, with the feeling of his head throbbing, from the workout. The feeling it had brought was really great, it had him pumped, actually a way of being tired, he liked. It brought back what could be called as old memories, but he always liked such things. It seemed years inside of his mind, that he had last been in the gym, but it had only been around three months tops. The break they were given, took a lot from him, more than it had given, but he wasn�t disagreeing with anything, besides, he was a normal abiding wrestler of one of the up most talked about Fed. One of the only ones that would manage to stay around long enough to make own history, knowing how determined people around here, management, this place would live forever, and never die out.

Cade stood, and only decided to make a brief break, besides, he wasn�t like some kind of animal, some kind of psycho. But getting a good workout, getting used to not being able to quit, got a good work in, got good thoughts rolling, confidence that he could finally find inside of himself, newly found. He thought for a minute to himself, reaching for the same water bottle, this time finishing it. He sat there, for what would seem to be the longest time, he was finally awoken by the sound of a slamming door.

Steps came apon the steps, a basement gym, it was Logan, with himself. Wearing his usual attire, approached the two, not directly, but stood what could be seen as the middle of the gym. Rg, didn�t notice him right off, but breaking Cade�s thought, brought his sight quickly, before he really noticed it. They all stood in sheer silence. Silence that would only seem to fill, and be deafening.

[Logan]
�Good day boys, I see you�re both working very hard. In my sights, perhaps a little too hard, we still almost have a week until it comes show time, and before that time rolls apon us, we�ve finally looked to, that we havn�t had a single party this week, we are the Illuminati, we do get such privileges. And my friends, it looks like your days have been spent well, come, and join us up stairs. There is everything you can image, it�s heaven on wheels. Bitches, food, beer, everything there is you can have. So once you grease monkeys get done, we�re waiting for you.

[Cade]
�I�ll be there soon, I just have to finish up around here with a few minor things, and I�ll be already. It might just be an hour or so, I�m not coming around a bunch of people smelling like this.�

[Logan]
�That�s fine, take you�re time. I don�t plan for this to exactly end anytime soon. I and Martha will wait for you, until we actually start the things off.�

[Rog]
�Same for me. I�ve just got a bit of a workout to finish, and I�ll be up after.

[Action]
Logan goes back up the steps, taking his time. Cade lays back down on the bench, and grips the bar, finishing the current set he had been on. But he did take his time, and finished it how he should. Once finished, he slowly stood, whipped the sweat from his face, and walked up to his room, drawing a bath of nice, hot water. The Scene fades after this image.

Cade walks back, now wearing a nice, made suit, with a lit cigar hanging from his lips. He walks into the room, where Logan and Rogerio now stood, each of them properly dressed with nothing but the finest clothing. Cade takes a seat, and looks around somewhat, with a tired gaze, feeling his eyes flicker shut every now and then, he pushes them open, to observe what was going around him. Loud music was playing, and they were surrounded by people. Except, he couldn�t find anything to say, move his lips, and form grunting into any words, he felt like keeping to himself, but he had to be nice, and speak to whoever spoke to him. Being approached by his partners, Rogerio And Logan.

[Rog]
�Is there something wrong man? You seem tense.�

[Cade]
�No, I�m fine. Just a little tired is all.�

[Rog]
�Alright, cool. I don�t need you falling asleep, work hard today?

[Cade]
�Not really. The usual, just not used to it like I was.

[Rog]
�Yeah, it�s a bitch coming back to it. I know exactly how you feel there.�

[Action]
Cade stands up, and walks by Rogerio, silently observing the crowd from his own point of view. He came up to a bar, and glanced around for a moment or so, not sitting down.

[Tender]
�What can I get you Mr. Silver?�

[Cade]
�Anything is fine right now. Get some whiskey, on the rocks.�

[Tender]
�Coming right up.�

[Action]
Cade finally finds it to sit down apon the stools, no one around him. There were a few people to the extreme right, but he never paid them any attention, not for having poor manners, but just not having the want to today. He felt weird, it wasn�t the work out, nor was it the XWF. Thoughts were deep etched in his mind, and for once, they really didn�t concern the federation.

[Flash-Back]
A small boy is seen running around on a play ground, playing with other kids, ages varying anywhere from five, to nine. They all look playful, and seemingly having fun. There was one on the far right, playing with another, somewhat resembling Cade. He was maybe around six, and very small for his age. Falling away from this image, somewhat zooming out, there is a man standing by the fence. He is around six foot tall, and a slim figure. He�s wearing a nice suit, and a hat that matches it. His face, somewhat looks like Cade, but it�s aged, older looking. He has a look of joy apon his face, watching the kids as they went along. Next to him, stood another man.

[Silver]
�It�s a nice day at least, how is your Billy?

[Man]
�He�s doing quiet fine. From what I can see, he�s over there playing with your boy.�

[Silver]
�Ah, I see. He�s been slouching around the house all day, beginning for me to bring him. But his mother finally convinced me to do it. With work and all, it�s hard to do.

[Action.]
The kids run about, playing on the swings, the suited man steps forward, and looks around for a minute, and then to his watch. The places the arm back to his side, and walks forward, looking around abit more. He waves to the man, and approaches the wire fence slowly, looking out over to the kids, with a kind smile on his face. But on the inside, his bones cracked, and ached from a hard day at the office. Age was against him, and sitting at a desk for constant hours really wouldn�t do anyone any good at all.

[Silver]
�Cade, now come on. It�s time to go, I�m sure you�re mother has supper ready by now.�

[Action.]
The child from earlier runs over to him, and almost jumps into his arms, both looking almost like a picture, from a magazine, of what almost what a perfect family would look like.

[Silver]
�Did you have fun playing with Billy today?�

[Action]
The two walk over to an older model looking car, and get in it, still conversing. A loud sound, of glass thumping against the bar echoes through his mind, after this the image fades from his mind, and he sees images of bent metal, crushed under a light flame, hearing a child scream, and from this, Cade snaps back into reality.

Cade snaps back awake, and looks around, seeing the tender now standing infront of him. He notices that he had somewhat dozed off sitting there, and looks to the now annoyed looking Bar-tender.

[Tender]
�Mr Silver, I think you should go and get some rest, you really don�t look too good.�

[Cade]
�Looks won�t deceive, I think I�ll do that.�

[Action]
Cade stands, not even touching the glass that was infront of him. He walks away from the party without saying another word. He walks down the lengthily hall-way, and into an opening, that had a bed in the center, and a tv off in the right. He sat down on the bed, and looked at the ground, saying one solemn word, �Dad�that shouldn�t have happened.��.The scene fades to a black, with Cade slowly laying down on the surface.

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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?.