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The scene opens in the house of Silver, and pans around to the right, until it finally focuses apon Cade, who was sitting apon his couch, with the remote of his television in his right hand, his finger kept pressing apon the rewind button, and rewinding the contents of what happened at ShowDown, seeing his own image fall under Rix, and shook his head in disgust, to toss the remote against the ground, and gingerly lean back, sighing softly. Looking almost as calm as could be, or ever had been.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Such a sad little puppy one William Rix tends to be. It almost curdles my blood sitting here watching him in such pitty that I contain for the being. He makes me sick almost. I've fought better men, that roam the streets, and eat out of garbage cans, he's nothing better. He has not the guts to take that belt from my waist without a fair fight. But would you like to know the simple truth? I could care less about what that whiny ass bastard said. I fear him, nor none of his empty hearted threats. He's nothing more than a cold pile of shit, on a slanted piece of uneven ground. He will eventually fall alike all of those slobs. "
Cade leans forward a few inches or so, and grabs a unmarked glass infront of him on the table, and sits back on the leather. Meanwhile, around the time he had finished his last line, Tiffany walks in through the door, and watches the contents of the tv briefly, and slowly walks over to Cade, and moves to the place next to him, leaning somewhat against his body sleepily.
[::. Anderson .::]: " I know how you feel. But baby, I would really wish for you to stop watching that tape over and over. It really won't change any time tonight. You have too much on your mind, and sometimes it scares me. "
Cade places his foot on the grounded remote, and drags it over, until it was close enough to be in reach. Leaning over, he grabs it, and comes back in the right back motion, and turns off the picture, and leans back into the material, sinking back a few inches, and looks around.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " I know. I have alot on my mind, you really have nothing to worry about. I have just grown tired listening to that worthless excuse of a thing's mouth. Hearing him run his cocksucker about how he has defended his belt in his first match. I could really care less. One word of advice for you William? Is to just keep to yourself about such things. That belt is the lowest part of this federation. When you have a belt, that says something, about who you are, something that is actually worth holding, than you can come back to me. As of now, I don't care less about that belt, let along for you. I just want to see the look on your face when you finally see that you're up against the best, and have been outclassed by the best, and then. Only then, you'll see who you are, and what you'll become. It takes nothing but the upmost best to take a high faluted person such as yourself, and kick their asses into reality. And I will do it to you my friend, I would be more than honored. "
Cade smirks abit, when Tiffany rolls against him, trying to grow warm. Placing an arm around his shoulders, he allows his eyes to faintly rest, apon reopening them to look back around the nicely placed room, and sigh with a hint of relief.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||
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Smirking somewhat, he whispers a few unheard words under the camera. After the two kiss breifly, she walks off into the bed area, and the lights from that side of the bed, are cut off. Cade takes the remove back out from the seat of the cushion, and turns on the Tv, to watch the usual channel, and sees that nothing seems to browse his intest, and turns the volume to a content minimal.
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