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The scene opens, in the always convenient back of the casual limo, that was owned by Silver. In the back, was sitting the only person, Cade. He was in casual dress, this, was but unusual to his nature, and well being, seeing that it was completely out of context for this particular thing, to do so on his own well being. The top, and bottom, were a slick, matted gray. While the under shirt, and the sleeves that poked out from the top, were black. The black shirt, was buttoned to the top, but left undone, at a few around his neck, at the very top. About the only thin he wore that broke this completely, were his shoes. Everyday, reddened, sneakers, adorn his large feet, sitting aside, seeing that they were able to be shown.--- Cade�s eyes were currently occupied outside of the window, watching the things pass by at a moderate pace. Watching in owe somewhat, he placed his hand along his chin, and rubbed it abit. Feeling a few stubby hairs poking up against it roughly.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: � This country has went to total hell. It will never be the same with what the new developments we have swarming us, and growing into something more. We�re moving too fast, and not taking out time that is needed. We�re growing too fast, and not taking time to see the effects that they have on out economy. It has so many effects on everything, no one doesn�t even pay attention. But at least that is my insight. But who cares, I�m growing older, and feel more free in my years. This isn�t what this camera is here for, for a lengthily speech, that has nothing to do with one William Rix. I am headed to right now, a conference with some of the finest XWF officials. We will be discussing about my upcoming matches, along with a few others, kind of like a more official Behind the Bullshit. But I don�t care, it doesn�t take any of my needed time from my training schedule. �
Cade leans back somewhat, sighing, not speaking another word, until the car came to an stop. He pressed apon the door handle, and it opened with ease. Stepping out, he reached his right hand apon the pocket behind the seat, and took out a pair of sunglasses, and placed them apon his face. Adjusting them, so they would look normal, and they were afitted to his vision, he made on his way, slowly approaching the building behind him. In front of it, was the large XWF image, and had text that was un readable from a ways. In a few minutes, he was in front of the mass, where two large men stood, on either side of the door.
[Man 1]: � Name, and time? �
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: � Cade Silver. Time, 2:00 Monday, October 18. �
The second nods, and draws a clipboard, and looks over it. Until he writes down abit, and checks against a box. Stepping to the side, Cade was given the board, with the pin attached to the top.
[Man 2]: � Sign here, for security reasons. �
Cade nods, and takes the board from the man. Using his other hand, to take the pin, he scribbles his name down below the text, and doesn�t really bother to read it, until he had finished signing.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: � Everything seems in order. I believe everything is there? �
Stepping in, with not a consent, he is given nothing out of context, but simply looks around the garage, in which it seems he had been entered. Walking several yards forward, until he came to a sign, he read down it abit, seeing the room numbers and such, finding that caught his intrest, he walked into the elevator, and punched the number that he had needed called for. The doors came open, and he stepped in.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: � First, I�m going to need to speak to Mitch. For what I did at ShowDown was just abit uncalled for. So I�m going to drop in. Aside of the interview he also needs, I really have no decision. I just hope there is no hard feelings in between us. Look on the bright side, as long as I am left alone during my thinking time before my match, I�m a perfectly fine guy. But when you approach me when I don�t want the attention, or the need to be alone, that is what happens. I�m saying that to all you bull shitters out there. So atleast wait until I have a win or something. Because I�m not going to take much of any blame for shit like that happens. And I�m sure that it is understood, or I might have to help that along with the thought. �
The elevator makes an sound, each time, when it moves up a floor. Until the seventh ding, Cade steps out of the sliding doors, and looks around abit, smelling the air, that had been filled with a scent he really didn�t care for. He walked forward, until he reached a small desk, sat at it, was a female, working contently apon what would seem to be abit of finely stacked paper-work.
||-||\Cade Silver/||: � Miss, I need to speak with Mitch Keller. I believe that I have been put into his schedule, and its� that time, may I enter? �
The female nodded, and didn�t even look up for a look, so Cade shrugged his shoulders, and walked forward, slowly approaching the door, and opened it, seeing Keller setting at a desk that was similar to the one before. Looking up from the monitor of his desktop, a shocked look formed across his face.
[Mitch Keller]: � You, Silver. Get out of here before I call for security. �
Cade steps forward, moving his foot backward, to kick the door into a closed position. Mitch goes to grab something, and Cade brings his hand down apon the desk, and catches the hand in motion, watching his eyes very carefully like, in a slow, almost angery manor.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Calm down man, everything is cool. You just mashed my buttons at the wrong time. Everything thing is smooth. I'll not harm you. Unless you give me a good enough damn reason. Are we clear? "
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[Mitch Keller]: " Alright, sorry about all of this, but yeah. An interview would be good. I'm free for around the next, thirty to forty five minutes. So speak whenever. Wait, one question that will begin it. What are your thoughts on your most recent, and up coming match, against WR, William Rix? "
Cade doesn't move his stare down at all, untill Keller tries to draw his hand back, and Cade moves back a few inches, so that his hands are hid behind his mass. He watches his face for a moment, and regains his composure. And Mitch speaks.
Cade moves nack a few inches, and slowly moves into a sitting position into it. Keller stands from behind the desk, and walks around, so that he is infront of Cade, and awaits the untimely response.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Well, there has been alot weighing down my mind in this current time. One name brings to mind, William Rix. Both a mixture of good, and bad. Starting on the good half. I finally get to have revenge on the man who took my title, and above that, regain it at the same time. And from what I have seen, Logan isn't exactly as happy about it as I am. Seeing as his hands will be full of Shiru. Alright, now moving to the second side of this conflict, the bad angles. All that I can think of, if he cheats, or pulls something out. I honestly wouldn't mind a clean, honest lose, not saying that he will. But I am only saying, if it ever did happen, I wouldn't be upset about it. But what he has done, is fucking cheap. He took the belt, at both points, at unexpecting points, and for that, he is yellow. He brags about how his first match will be defending my belt, well, if he would have faced me straight, and as a man, his first, and last match would have been a loss. But since of this, he will go out with one win. I'm going to break him down so much, that his own family won't even recongnize him. He disgusts me so. I really wouldn't mind to have been taken fairly, of course, I would have been upset about the loss, but not as much as this kind. But I will have my pay back, the inability to remove my foot from his ass, in inevitable. "
The two remain talking, mostly back and forth, with the answering of the questions. After about three minutes, the men are seen shaking one anothers hands, and nodding somewhat. Cade walks from the door, and makes his way from the building, to where his limo was outside waiting for him. Approaching the door, he enters it, and sits back. Looking over to his right, Tiffany sat, with a small smile on her cute little face. The two nod almost silently to another, while the limo is put into gear, and drives forward. The scene then fades to black...
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The scene reopens, later that day, in Silver's training facility. The lights were soemwhat dim, where Cade just walked out of the office area, where a white shirt, and a pair of atheletic pants. He approaches the water stand, and grabs a Power-Aid cup from the stack on the table, and extends the small paper cup under the faucet, while it slowly feels. The sound of the water hitting the bottom sounding, while also the foot steps approaching behind him came near. Turning to face his arrival, it had been Steve, standing in somewhat simular gear, noding briefly to Cade, and walks past, grabbing a cup, and also filling it with water.
+=|Steve Silver|=+: "How did the interview go. It hasn't aired yet. "
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Well, pretty good. Seeing as how good ole' Mitch didn't taste my fist the second time around. I don't see why it hasn't been shown. Should be up, unless that midget is being a slacker. "
Steve nods some, sipping at his water. Cade attacks at it full force, downing all that it contained, and wodded it up, tossing it into the basket onto the right side, and slowly approached a bench, that had the bar racked, the weights sat on either side. Looking over to hear Steve.
+=|Steve Silver|=+: "That's exactly why I asked. I figured that you blew your top, and just knocked the fucker out again. But that's something new to hear from you, sarcasicly saying. But yeah, I guess Evil still has to give it the ok. "
Cade nods some, and slowly sits down apon the side of the bench, looking forward, into the mirror that contained his image, that had now almost surrounded him. Smirking some, he flexed his muscles, seeing them somewhat pop from palce, and laughed. Looking back over to Steve.
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: "I figured training would be good now. That's the only thing that fills my schedule, and that's all I'm planning to do all these next few days. So, I kinda thought that today we could do weight training, and abit of running and such. And tomorrow, do abit of sparing, and head off to the event, and pick out a good hotel. Sound good? "
+|Steve Silver|=+: " Heh, yeah, all sounds good. Especially the part where he quit, and actually do something worth while. I mean damn Cade, you've trained enough for four men, for along five years, don't you ever grow tired of this shit? "
||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " No? Now statements like that get you closer and closer to nothing all tbe time. You can never get enough training, especially coming up to such a large event. You wouldn't ever be able to allow yourself rest, if you ever knew that your losing, was your own fault. "
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