[- Showdown #1 -]
Cade Silver
The Evil...has arrived.

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PG13: May Contain Violence, and Adult Language...So...Just Read The Damn Thing
"Tick to the mother F*cking Clock."
Title
Record Under The Name of Cade Silver
Next Opponent
Stipulation
The Dragon Man.
11-1-0
Shiru Vanchiez
None.

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[Action.]
The scene opens, in a ring, that was in the same shack, as in the previous promos, shot my Silver. Lights were dim, outside of the ring, just enough to see the gray mats next to the ring. In the far right corner of the room, played a faint, song, that sounded like "Hells Bells", by ACDC. Standing in the opposite corner, in the turnbuckle of the ring, sat Cade Silver. Small, slinder sadisitc grin apon his scared up face. Wearing his attire, that was worn inside of the ring. In his hands, he held a single roll, of white tape.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " War Machine, has went down inside the book, the list of people, that I have been through. It was not done fairly, thanks to that son of a bitch Ryder. He will get his, and I will be the one to hand his head to him. Another ass, another day. This week, we'll take a look into, what a man, who calls himself, 'The Warrior.' The question that is on everyone's mind, is, am I scared?..Really? Am I? No. I have nothing to be afraid of. I have seen the man inside the ring, and been on his own side. He is nothing that I cannot handle. That belt he toats around, is close to my grasp. I hunger for power, and that belt will come into my hands. This is just a test running, of seeing how it feels, to get his ass kicked by an underclassman. "

[Action.]
Cade turns his attention, down to his hands, where he had been slideing the roll of tape around his right hand, tieing it around, like so. And then down, and leaning his head down, clearing the tape away from his hand. The sound echoing throughout the seeming empty place. Another man, stepped from the darkness, and entered the ring, wearing simular to what Cade had, except he wore long shorts, instead of the shorter. He was around the same size as Cade, in height. His muscular composition was abit smaller, but nothing to be worried about. He wore long blond hair, that was tied back.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Ah, so you did show up my dearest Steve. I didn't know if you would be able to step away from that televison enough to show your face here. "

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Of course I did Cade. What did you think I was, a fucking pansey? Well, anyways. I didn't come here to talk, I came here to help you for the match next week. "

[Action.]
Cade nods once, taping up the other hand, and tosses the roll to the side, and steps out of the corner. And when he does, so did Steve, slowly holding up his arms, wearing padding on each side. Cade struck his fist out forward, and hit his left forearm abit hard, causing it to push back a few inches.
[End of Action.]

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Hit harder Cade. Those pussy punches won't do a thing inserted into someones jaw. Explode into it, show 'em who's the fucking boss. "

[Action.]
Cade slams his shoulder hard into his gut, and sends a punch against one of his arms, sending it back. Before Steve could return it, he busted his other hand into the other pad, having both arms back at the same time. He drew his head back, and slammed his forehead against Steve's, sending him hard to the mat, with a thud.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Yeah, too bad I don't have Shiru here at this very moment. Because knocking your ass down isn't doing nothing more than bringing back old memories. "

[Action.]
Cade extends out his right hand, and Steve took it, standing up, but when he did, he never let go of Cade's right hand.
[End of Action.]

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Heh, Cade. Never help someone when they're down. Especially when they have had the hell beaten by the person, in a five minute time period. "

[Action.]
Cade arches abit of a brow, and tries to break from the hold, when he took a small step forward, Steve brought his shin forward, and slammed it hard into his ankles. Letting go of his hand, Cade hit the ground, causing the mat to bounce abit, with another thud. And Steve stood infront of him.
[End of Action.]

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Weak. Just weak Cade. You could have seen that coming. Something is weighing down your mind, and that is what makes you weak. You allow anger to consume you, and then it makes you reckless, that my brother, will make you weak. And you will allow that fear, that anger to consume your soul, and doing so, you will let Shiru Vanchiez destroy you in all of his glory. "

[Action.]
Silver released a few heavy grunts, and staggered to his feet, standing with his head hung down low, listening to the words that were spoken. His fists were brought into a fist, enough to send a few small thin lines of blood onto the mat. He slowly looked into the face of Steve, with a bit of redness.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " I know, you don't have to tell me. I know, I know it all to well. I will not allow that anger to consume my actions when I get into the ring. I will use that anger, as a force, as a form of energy. As another way to show Shiru Venchiez, that he is weak, and will become nothing more than what he is. He will lose to me come showtime, he will break, and allow his conscience to break until I stomp his little fucking guts out. I will make him nothing, I will end him. I'm not damn Jonathan Marx, I, my friend, will introduce you to who I am. The maker of worlds, the destroyer, the winner. The victor, that man that will stand before the light, and preveil. You my friend, will take a dive, and not for your benefit. It will be a straight forward match, between two of the best in this company. And the best will emerge the winner. Cade Silver, the fight has already been fought, and won. And once I show you what I am made of, next, I am coming after you, and that belt you hold. I hunger for power, I will maintain both, and continue apon my path. You are nothing but a temporary road block. I will destroy you as easily as I held the career of Buster Gloves under my own hands. "

[Action.]
Cade regained his stance, and stood before Steve. They both stood there for a few seconds, stareing another down. Seemingly appearing to wear holes into anothers souls. Steve took a step forward, and brought his knee into the stomache of Cade. He, instead of taking the blow, brought down his right elbow, and slid it into his shin. Catching the leg, and twisted it. Holding it in the balence.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Hmmm, now that my friend, is thinking before you actually do something. If you were the Dragon Man, your foot would be stuck directly up your ass. "

[Action.]
Cade brings his elbow back, and drove it into his leg, and held it now. And sent his leg, into his other, which had been standing. Cade let go of his leg, and Steve stumbled back, and fell against the mat, hitting it somewhat hard, hearing the thud explode somewhat after. Cade took a step back, and held up his posture.

[End of Action.]

+=|Steve Silver|=+ " There you go. That's what is needed to be done. You need to turn that anger into power, and use that to your advantage, that is what is needed to be done. So far, everyone in this piss poor federation, allow that anger to frustrate them, and that is their downfall. They let their conscience eat away at their will, and that is the end of the match. Won mentally, right before it is even fought. The man with the biggest balls prevails. "

[Action.]
Cade didn't let down his guard, until Steve stood. He ran into the right, and broguth his right hand into his jaw hard. Steve stumbled back, as had it been a boxer, on one of the HBO specials. He drove his knee up into his gut, bending him over. A burst of saliva bursting from the front of his mouth. He then brought his elbow down hard into the back of the head, sending him back into the mat again. Steve stood in the next few minutes, but still held an upright steady posture.
[End of Action.]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Keep yourself up, don't let my hits intimidate you. Stay upright, and try to evade them. You're better than I am at compressing your anger, but then again, that's not saying too much. I have anger, that comes from the pit of my stomache, and explodes, it will be controlled, and it will turn the tide. You see what I have done of you, this will be done ten fold, in return to Shiru. You watch, and don't see if I don't do it. I will promise you. "

[Action.]
Steve smirked somewhat, and took a step forward, with abit of a flinch. Cade sent his right fist into his chest, and then slammed his forehead hard down onto the top of his head, sending sweat around the ring, landing apon the mat, and abit on his head. Cade took a step back, and watched Steve slowly get to his feet again. Not looking any diffrent, not red, changed what so ever. Kept steady from just a few minutes ago, when they had been simply speaking to one another, in civil tongue.
[End of Action]

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Just hold in there brother, and it will shift into your tide. You're doing good, someday, you will make a wonderful fighter. You drive back, and do not allow yourself to stay down. You're motivation is strong. I could only imagin you being in a real match, other than some little spar. But I will promise you this, along with the head of Vanchiez, I will not allow you to overcome me. I am your brother, but when you step into that ring, apon the opposite side of me, we are no longer Silvers. We are enemies, in the current battle we have been set into. "

[Action.]
Cade nodded somewhat, and Cade rolled his shoulders, and stepped in. This time, Steve brought his left hand forward, and busted his knuckle into Cade's jaw, sending his head back a few inches. Steve brought his knee forward, and slammed it into Cade's shin, making him somewhat off balence. Steve then takled him against the ropes, and whipped him. Once Cade came back around, Steve drove a hard harm into his neck, sending him hard into the man. Once he was down, Steve lightly kicked his shoulder.
[End of Action.]

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Set, and game. That's what it's about. One second further, you being another, the setting correct, then you career would have been ended, in a mere heartbeat, you do understand that, don't you? "

||-||\Cade Silver/||-||: " Not all in that correct order, and perhaps remove each and every one of them. You're cockyness runs strong in your blood, as it does mine. We all have that strong hendering power about us. We harnessed it when we were young, from our father. He is who made us who we are today. And we cannot let another forget such things. "

[Action.]
Steve nodded, and begun to remove the padding on his hands. Cade got to his feet, and nodded, adjusting his pants. And came out of the ring, planting his feet firmly apon the mat. He begun to pace back and forth, breathing abit timidly, until Steve joined him outside. The music had gone off, and stoped playing minutes ago. It hadn't even been noticed.
[End of Action.]

||-|\Cade Silver/||-||: " Shit like that little fight we had back there, gets my nerves ready, and adjusted into a fight. We really need to do more shit like that, it beats weight training, and gives us both an upper hand in skills. Right? "

+=|Steve Silver|=+: " Yeah, right. Does that for me to. We really need to work on your skills though man. Shiru isn't as an easy of a push over. He really is someone you must watch out for. He could end the match, with one fatal blow, and make it all worth nothing, in the end. And throw it in your face in the feature. You better go and kick his ass, and make yourself out. So he will not be able to make excuses, and say that he is better. You will prove it to him, yourself, and all of his, and your own fans. "

[Action.]
The two Silver brothers walk on together, down the hall. And the scene, slowly fades to black...
[End of Promo.]

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Date: 9/24/04
Time: 8:46 P.M
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