Role Play Info:
Title: Rebounded.
Number Count: 1/3.
Event: ShowDown.
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- The scene opens, in the midst of early day break. Infront of the gym. The building was empty, allowing only two cars in sight. One, was a black sixty nine Dodge Charger. The second, was an Mustang. The lights flashed breifly, untill inside the Gym was reached. Where Cade stood, with a dumbell in each hand, curling each after the other. -

Cade Silver: Reality slapped me in the face, but instead of blocking the blow, and instead, moving my own hand into view, and countering it, bringing yet another victory into my record, it launched me down from sight, left me down yet again. Given the chance to reclaim my title, under the man. But was it taken? No it was not. I didn't take that chance. It was the second chance in this Federation, to make me look like someone, and I didn't take it. Not Cade Silver, Silver did nothing. And for this, I am being punished, pushed back down into the lower, lower cards, into the first hour. Or perhaps all of the best have just returned, and I have been placed in my propper order. Not for long. I have worked too hard to only be pushed back. It won't happen again. Not such a large space to be given power.

- Placing both back in the propper setting, with the kind they were with. He backed up, and looked ahead in the mirror, at the image he seen before him. But didn't move, nor look in any other direction. He only started it down, not bothering to move sometime, only speaking alight to himself, in a lower voice, meant for only his ears to hear. -

Cade Silver: Look at my form, look at such sheer perfection, and work. It took me years to weld myself into the image that people seen today. But am I given any credit for any of which? No, I am instead given lower objects. But atleast I always have it to fall apon. Now, now will not be my time, like I have went through thinking. But I will soon claim time, and it will become mine to own. But for now, now will have to wait. I will sit back, and wait for another chance to come. Perhaps, what I have in mind, was to give ole' G-Village another run, and track down those two belts. But, the question inside of my head that bubbles to the surface, is who has the balls enough to claim me as their partner? Well, it seems that Phan has to been thinking this, and lined me with, one Rogerio Bustamonte. He is somewhat worthy of me. But I cannot say much, I'm not a flawless, and utter perfection, but I'm not low, not low. I am a being, that deserves respect, maybe not as much as the higher cards, but people had best be paying little Cade Silver better attention. I will arise to the occasin, and show everyone what I am capable of. We will be facing two of which who do not worry me what so ever. Mike, and Joey. None of those two names scare me, nor make me flinch. I actually look forward to setting each one of them individualy onto their death beds together. Bustamonte had not best get in my way, if he knows what is best for him.

- Sniffing somewhat, Cade steps back, and walks away from his image. He instead walks over to the water fountain, and leans forward, taking a small drink from the water that came from the end. He floshed the liquid in between his lips for a moment, and slowly downed it, whipeing the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. Turning, to walk into the laundry room, he grabbed a towel, and walked back, turning right, to enter the office. Inside, there was a big screen Tv, a couch, and a few fileing cabnets. Sitting across from the Tv, was Steve, supping on the side of a Gator-Aid bottle. Watching the highlights of Sunday night football. -

Cade Silver: Shame you missed those games. My dear Falcons lost by some length. It seems that everything in my path is falling slowly, perhaps into place temporarly. I will not let them sit the same forever. I will move them back into proper place. But for now, I will lay low, and go underground, until I can prove myself better.

- Steve nods somewhat, placing the bottle apon the table, and reaches for the remote, and starts to channel surf. Cade walks across the room, and grabs a chair that was pushed neatly next to the desk of the computer, and sat down to look around abit. -

Steve Silver: It does seem there is alot on your mind. Without the needing to ask, you've already told me. If it's getting on your mind that much, you should really vacate from this place. It might be your dream and all, but all great men need their rest.

Cade Silver: I'm fine. It's time that restricts me. The barrier that is holding back is keeping me from doing what is right. But I will manage to break from this time period, and I'll get back to what I did best. Being the hardest driving fucker in this company. You have to admit, I can use a weapon to a good extent.

- Steve Smirks somewhat, looking over to Cade nodding, and changes the channel again, not finding anything of intrest. Cade stands, and whipes his sweaty forehead apon the white towell he held in his hands. He didn't move, seeing an encore of the Fall-Out. Not giving it too much attention, he walked back into the room, but before he continued on, he stood in the door way looking around abit. -

Cade Silver: Going to join in?

Steve Silver: Nah, I think I'm going to hang back abit this week.

Cade Silver: Ah, that's cool. But don't hesitate...

Steve Silver: I won't....

- Nodding somewhat, Cade kept on, tossing the towell back into the laundry room, and keeps on, looking around some, and runs his finger along his chin, tapping it somewhat, and walks on, over to the bench, and sits down on the end, pondering over to himself. Looking up at the ceiling, and nods to his thoughts that kept him thinking. He rolled his shoulders, and stood, picking his shirt from his back, and tosses it across the room, a few feet. And walks over to the other side, so that he could only lie back when he was ready. But something kept him from doing so, he only sat there, his sights lowered apon the ground when he thought. He always done this when something was on his mind, weather it was something minor, or something large of mass weighing him down. -

Cade Silver: I can't and won't let this happen. I have a match coming up, and I cannot let it reside on a far corner in my mind. I must keep my perspective up, and go with the flow. I will become fear, and fear will become me. That is all I need. I need to work, and train better, to know what I am, without beging bragmental of it. Training is the key, see look how far it has gotten me now? Just with a little more work, and elbow greese, I could become better. That is it, the slacking on my behalf has taken me down more than I can allow. The fan support has gotten to me, and my studies have gotten away from me. I cannot allow that to keep happening day in, and day out anymore.

- Slowly laying back, he rolls his shoulders a few more times, and places his hands apon the bar, apon opposite sides, in the correct placing. Taking it with a tight grip, he moves it from it's hulstering point, and raises it into the air. With abit of a releving breath. he takes it, touching his chest, grunting, he pushes it up. With the fading image, being the metal of the bar at the far top. -

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