[Cade Silver:] ”It feels good to be back around the home place. I mean hell, it seems like almost forever since I’ve been at home. I’ve almost missed it..”
[Action:] Cade walks over to the bar, taking very slow steps, still looking around the old place, taking in the old memories, and inhales a large gulp of air into his nostrils, and passes it through his lips. The place, was somewhat rigid and had a weird stench, of age, carried around the aroma. Himself, had never been there many times, but the few he did, always ended up in a good sense of bad.---He moved his hand out of his once pocketed hand, and held his fist up into the air, a light glare hitting apon his ring finger, that held the Futures Championship. Himself, gazing over to it, once he took his seat.
[Cade Silver:] ”Damn, I might have to actually move that bitch over, when I make place for a wedding ring. But what exactly would I have to think is more important? Heh not even a question to even think about, of course, the title anyways, no brainier?”
[Action:] The bartender, who was around his mid 20s, medium height, wearing nothing but black, finished his current customer, serving him a surplus amount of Whiskey, and now moved over to Cade, arms being folded over his chest slowly.
[Bartender:] ”What can I get you sir?”
[Action:] Cade looked back over to the man, who had the tall glass, filled with the almost seemingly perfect liquid, reaching his hand down into his pocket, and took out a cigar case, placing one in between his lips, pulling a lighter out, following it.
[Cade Silver:] ”Whiskey, plain.”
[Action:] The tender walks over, and gets what was asked for, and walks back over, placing the small glass next to Silver, looking down, and examines the glass. He almost thinks to pull a small scene, but instead decides against it, besides, he could always have more, what’s the use in being an ass in front of old friends? It’s not that he cared to do it, he just hadn’t been in the mood in awhile. He drew his wallet from his back pocket, and put some money on the bar, more than enough to handle the tab.
[Bartender:] ”…What’s this for?”
[Cade Silver:] ”Don’t give me that sad shit, I have no sympathy for you, I wouldn’t go that far. Besides, I like to pay ahead for the drinks I’m soon to have, you have a problem with that?”
[Action:] The tender shook his head, and walked off, serving someone else, Cade smirked, and took a drink from the glass, downing a little more than half, and places his elbows up on the side of the table, and lightly sighs to himself, pondering himself, lately, he had just seen the weeks preview, where he would be in his first tag match, since the last pay-per-view.
[Cade Silver:] “The first match with the Illuminati being in the same corner, feels pretty damn good. Aside from the fact I’m going to be going against that egotistical bastard for a second time. He has too much nerve, I’m actually thinking about ending his stupid ass career before he even thinks he has a shot at being us. Besides, fag boy isn’t going to do any better with his homosexual friend Joey, and the has been Cabalar. Hell, neither of those fuckers have done anything, why did this match even get booked?”
[Action:] Smirking, Cade shook his head, and downed abit of the liquid again, and sat it down, wiping his mouth, with his sleeve, and smirks somewhat, looking around the place, not really seeing anyone familiar, and turns back around, playing with the glass some, tilting the glass aside.
Scene 2 - The Illuminati Mansion.
The scene reopens, back in the Illuminati Mansion, almost later that day. Instead, the darkness of being early, it had grow slightly late, but not late late, nothing over the hour of four. Cade was in his usual place, in his office, sitting down at the large oak desk, filling out a few forms, with a low sigh, a low sound, coming from outside of his office, footsteps, caught his attention. He looked up for a moment, and waited, seeing Rogerio Bustamonte walk in, standing in front of his desk.
[Rog:] "Ummmm, hey, Cade, can I talk to you about something for a minute? It's nothing really important or serious, I just need to have a man-to-man talk.”
[Cade Silver:] “Yeah, sure. What is it about man?”
[Action:] Rogerio sits on the edge of Cade’s desk. Cade, reaches over, and grabs a small tin, taking out a Cuban cigar, and places it in between his lips, almost pulling out a lighter from his other pocket, and lights the end, taking a deep puff from it. Watching Rogerio from the corner of his eyes, almost waiting for him to speak.
[Rog:] “Well, last week, I won over the so called, “Xtreme championship, and something that I can’t stop thinking is, how the hell, did he beat you? I mean hell man, he was a total push-over.”
[Action:] Cade stands up abit, taking a long drag from the cigar, and blows some smoke out of his nose, walking slowly over to the side, walking along the wall, every now and then, taking a look back to Rogerio.
[Cade Silver:] ”Hell if I know, I really don’t. Maybe I was just at a slump or something, but I’ve got something that bastard Rix will never take from my possession. Or anyone else for that matter.”
[Rog:] ”Hell Cade, I could have taken him on my worst day, but yeah, if you say so. Anyways, what is that, pride?”
[Cade Silver:] ”In some sort, I guess that’s what you could call it. But anyways, aside from that, I know you just didn’t come here to talk to me about Rix, or atleast I would think not.”
[Action:] Rogerio looks around a bit, and signs, looking over at the door for a minute, and then walks over to where Cade sat, him now standing beside of Mike C himself, looking over him for a moment or so.
[Rog:] ”No, I really didn’t. It’s about the match, it’s sort of, new ya know. For the Illuminati to be in the same ring, at the same time, together, in a match, I’m just looking forward to some good ass kicking, if ya know what I mean?”
[Cade Silver:] ”Oh yeah, trust me, I know that feeling pretty well, I’ve been looking forward to getting into the ring with Mike again, after hearing him brag about how much he’s looking forward to beating my every time I’m in, it’s going to be really funny, we can’t do that. And I’m sure Logan is looking for some good revenge against Cabalar, and hell, while Joey is here, I’m sure you can handle that also.”
[Rog:] ”Yeah, sure, but the rankings show that in order to get any further, that you’re on my list. Goes to the fairest one, right? And besides, that means I’m going after Mike C to, so we’d had best leave some of him left to have a match with me afterwards, cause I’m going to kick his ass all over the place.”
[Action:] They both laugh for the moment, both containing their own sadistic smiles, as Cade walks over towards the door, taking a long drag from the cigar, he stands looking over towards the door, listening to another set of steps, until his door opens, and walks through Logan, with Martha by his side.
[Logan:] ”Well, let’s get moving boys, we’ve got a party to start, and standing around here, doing nothing isn’t getting anything done. Everyone is waiting on all of us. And I would suggest that we didn’t take all the time that we could, so, get a move on, and now you fuckers.”
[Action:] Logan laughs abit, in a kidding manner, and exits the room, leaving the door open. After he has left, footsteps able to be heard, Martha approaches them, shaking her head somewhat, looking from both Cade, and over to Rogerio.
[Martha:] ”I wouldn’t worry so much, but you musn’t keep him waiting. He’s told them all that you two are going to be giving speeches, so at least say something about the match, and make you all look good.”
[Cade Silver:] ”Will do.”
[Action:] Martha exits, as Rogerio follows, closing the door as he went. Cade sighed somewhat, and glanced around the somewhat barren room, and walks over to his closet, browsing over his clothes selection. On one side, were shorts, and muscle shirts, what not that were usually seen on him when he trained, worked out, or went down to the ring for something.
[Cade Silver:] ”Not tonight…I need, I need something more formal. If that’s saying a lot to ask for.”
[Action:] He looks along the clothes, and finds the other part, to be a little more what he had looked for, finding maybe four, or five suits and tuxes that he could see. Inspecting each, he decides to go for a usual, black tux, and a black shirt, without a tie. Once he had it all ready, the scene faded for abit, and reopened to find Cade nicely dressed, with a cigar in his lips, moments later. He walks over to his desk, and jams a few pins into his pockets, to hear a knock at the door, not enough force used to make the knock loud.
[Cade Silver:] ”Come in.”
[Action: ] Tiffany, walks in shortly behind him, dressed up nicely also. A few hours ago, she hadn’t been around, nor even close. She came on her own, unattended for, somewhat more of a surprise you could exactly call it. Cade stood by the desk, now wearing a small grin, from corner, to corner.
[Tiff:] ”Well, you’re all dressed up, what’s the occasion?”
[Cade Silver:] ”Well, had I known you were going to be here, I wouldn’t be wearing anything right now.”
[Tiff] ”Well, what’s stopping you then?”
[Action:] She walked over to Cade, taking another into embrace, hugging another tightly, exchanging a kiss shortly after, and look along each others eyes, both of which held a small smile inside, and perhaps out.
[Cade Silver:] ”Well, one thing that’s holding me up, is that damn party up there. They’re expecting somewhat of a speech from us. Which I wouldn’t really promise much on my half.”
[Tiff:] ”Oh you retard, you’ll do fine. Havn’t you always since this point, and up?”
[Cade Silver:] ”Well, yeah, pretty much I guess. Anyways, we need to get going, you look about good enough to go anywhere as is.”
[Action:] The two walk out of the room, and down into where the party had already been going on. Rogerio had just closed his speech, and all of those who were around, listened closed, and applauded him heavily. Logan slowly approaching the podium afterwards.
[Logan:] ”Rogerio Bustamonte folks, they don’t come any finer than him, the next big than that man is, well, I should really say the big thing, if you talk to the ladies that is. Anyways, next up, is Cade Silver.”
[Action:] Rogerio walks off the stage, as Tiffany and Cade approach slowly with her, Rog giving Cade a slight thumbs up, Cade, nodding somewhat, and walks up onto stage, holding by her hand, approaches the podium, as Logan steps aside.
[Cade Silver:] ”Coming up, this week, will be Illuminati’s first match, in the same ring. It will grace sports history, when the best faction, ever to grace the ring, finally comes into existence, will be known all around the world. Viewers from all around will be watching, when the three men, Gabriel Logan, Rogerio Bustamonte, and Cade Silver, silently, or perhaps more loudly, destroy the likes of all the opponents infront of them. And the first three, that will be able to witness this, Joey, Mike C, and Shaun Cabalar. And this instance, we will be able to show what is made in this group, and what is broken. The simple answer to both of the questions, is everything is made, and all is broken. Simply put, we plan to dominate, kick ass, and not even worry about taking names later.”
[Action:] Cade pulls back for a moment, moving his hand up in the air, the same one that held Tiff's, and looked around for a moment or so, a small grin on his face, somewhat of a smile. This was an extremely unusually sight for the look of Cade, who had normally been sadistic, and more of as a smart ass. But he was in good spirit, and perhaps in abit of a good moon, which had been more usual now, than what had been in the past.
[Cade Silver:] ”And if you all have no clue who this is, this is my soon to be wife, Tiffany Anderson. Coming up, in the next few weeks, she’ll no longer carry the name Anderson, but only hold my name, Silver. A name that holds a lot of meaning around where I live, and what I live around. I’m known for a lot of things, and I am to never let them die. Once I pass on, next up, to be seen, will be the likes of my son, who will only hold the torch once I am done. But that is the future, the future isn’t here. For now, all you must worry about is my dominance, it hasn’t begun to show as greatly now, as will, but I wouldn’t let you worry for too long, I would rather show you it myself.”
[Action:] Cade glances around to the listeners and puts the hands down, and steps back for a moment, and clears his breath, catching a slight breath. He had begun to feel abit normal again, how he used to, regaining what he once had in the ring, and showing what he once was, but in ten fold. In the past few weeks, he has finally been able to show how much of a beast inside of the ring he truly is, but that is nothing, what is to come, is greatly more, on a new scale.
[Cade Silver:] ”But for now, all I will be able to do, is taunt this belt around, until the time comes, and I will hold it. Mike C, really doesn’t concern me. I have beaten him twice, and there would be a third time. This isn’t an empty threat, or a threat at all with that, it is a dear promise my friend, and if you were really smart, you would take it to heart, and stay as far away from me, as you possibly can. Because when I unload apon you my friend, much worse than what I did last week on ShowDown, I will really kick your ass, until there is nothing left. And your little buddies won’t be able to do anything either, they won’t get in my way, any more than your broad did. So I would assure you, that if you wish to keep your friends alive, you wouldn’t run your mouth any more than you do now.”
[Action:] Smirking abit, he laughs abit evilly, taking a few more glances around, moving his hand, into the casual pocket of the pants, and slowly removed one of his usual Cuban cigars, and held it by his side, using the other, to hold Tiff’s applying a light squeeze from time to time.
[Cade Silver:] ”And that my friend, proves, when Mike C, runs his mouth, about how he can take me, and how simply great, marvelous or whatever the fuck he says, means nothing. He is nothing but a worthless cockroach underneath my boot that won’t die, he’s a bothersome pest. Along with his ass friend, Shaun Cabalar, I would do anything to put him out of commission while I was at it. And those words, really tell you, than when words untrue are spoken, I must remind you to only ‘Believe Nothing that You Hear, and Only Half of What You See’….
"Believe Nothing you Hear, and only Half of what You see."
