[The camera fades in to the Calgary Penthouse of Slash Tannon where Tannon can be seen in the living area, seated in a plush leather recliner with a document in one hand and a scotch in the other. He is dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black muscle shirt, with his hair styled in a messy spike. He appears to be deep in thought when the door to his penthouse opens and his bodyguard, Max, stepped in.]

Tannon (looking up from his papers): What?

Max (speaking quickly and directly to his boss): Michael Rivera is here to see you sir.

[Tannon's face turned into a half-smirk and half-confused look.]

Tannon (setting his documents and scotch down on the table as he stood up): Send him in and then shut the door on your way out.

[Max nodded and a moment later another man made his way into the penthouse, watching until Max had left before turning to face Tannon.]

Rivera (slowly): Slash.

Tannon (nodding): Michael.

[Michael �Sonny� Rivera is the man behind the mob cartel, the man who took the control of the cartel from Tannon back when Tannon wanted to step away from it in mid-2002. He is a man of average height, maybe 5�10� or 5�11�, whatever it is it is under 6-foot. He wears an expensive, tailored, black suit with polished to a mirror shine, black shoes. His hair is black and his eyes are a dark brown, matching the Cuban ancestry that filled his blood. The two men looked at each other before reaching out and clasping each other�s hand in a brotherly handshake.]

Tannon (grinning as he lets go of Rivera�s hand): It�s been a while, what brings you to my home Michael?

Rivera: What? You ask of business before offering a drink?

Tannon (laughing and gesturing to the bar): Help yourself.

[Rivera laughs and heads over to the bar, mixing himself a martini as Tannon takes a seat in his recliner, his scotch in hand. A moment later Rivera walks over and sits down in the middle of the large leather couch across from where Tannon was seated. The two men sit quietly for a minute before Rivera breaks the silence.]

Rivera: I was reading the paper and saw your name headlining a wrestling show. You are still doing that?

Tannon (laughing): Yeah, I sold my company a few days ago, and am finally bringing my focus back onto the wrestling business. But you and I both know that you are not here to talk about my wrestling matches or my wrestling career. What do you want Michael?

Rivera (slowly): I need your help Slash�I can�t do it any longer.

Tannon (leaning forward as he hears the concern in his friend�s voice): Can�t do what?

Rivera (slowly, not looking Tannon in the eye): I can�t run the territory anymore�you need to come back.

Tannon (shaking his head): What? You wanted the territory so badly when I gave it to you. What changed?

Rivera (suddenly breaking down): My family Slash�they are killing my family.

[The camera fades to black as Tannon leans back�a look of shock across his face.]

Now what kind of language is that when speaking of a man who is not only your equal but, as many millions witnessed, your superior.

You speak of how I have never known pain like you have. There is a difference between not having the pain and not showing the pain.

You are weak Flame.

You are past your time.

I look at you now and I see a washed up ring warrior who quite simply put, does not know when the time is for him to call it quits.

This is your time Flame, a mere amount of time I will walk into the Sin Wrestling ring and end any chance you will get a becoming Platinum champion, I will end your career in the ring and end your life on Earth.

I will spend every moment within that squared circle breaking you down, minute by minute, bone by bone, drop of blood by every drop of blood. When I am through with you and you are lying in a pool of your own blood, sweat, piss and tears and you look up at me�slowly�with the last ounce of strength that that neck of yours can sustain. When you look up into my eyes and beg�beg�beg, for me to spare you I want you to remember one thing.

I gave you a CHANCE.

One chance to get out and you chose instead to step into my domain Flame.

You signed your death warrant with that stride, when you took that step across the steel barrier.

When you look up at me and beg for mercy and I show you none, when I deliver that final blow and you feel the air escape your lungs, the hope escape your heart and the strength to continue escape your mind�know, that it all could have been avoided by you for once in your life�giving in to destiny.

It is MY destiny to hold this belt�three months�for three months I worked my way to this moment and nobody, not even a man who took me to my limit, nor the shell of the man who stands in his place, will prevent me from achieving that final stretch to the top of the Sin Mountain.

Sigh

I will admit, and this comes from my heart�cold as it may be.

You shocked the hell out of me by withstanding all the punishment you took when you were attacked!

Never in my wildest dreams did I see that as possible.

You achieved something that should never have happened.

I congratulate you on that�I respected the hell out of you for that, you earned every ounce of respect from me as quite possibly the most difficult opponent I have had since Johnny Dangerous in my GWA days. But you have changed�you got weak and could not handle the consequences of your actions.

You chose to stick your nose where it didn't belong. You just could not handle it, despite bringing it on yourself.

You lost so much respect. You went from being an athlete to an addict, a superstar to a fool and a man I respected to a man I could not give a shit about.

You are what I say you are, a peasant. A nobody.

I love the power I have over people, how I can make them hate me with a single word.

You think you can ruin me? It's not possible.

You shall pay for thinking that I will not seek to destroy you and all that you are about.

Me selling my company wasn't intended to impress you, but what I do to you in that ring most certainly will.

You should be glad you have got that second chance to face me for my Platinum Title.

In fact, you should be grateful.

You and I will face each other once again. Second time will be a charm.

Now, many men, many rivals face each other more often than that�

Some with the stakes higher�

But none, with the bond you and I have�

None with the scope of the matches that you and I have. Or will have.

Matches that would try the bodies, mind and souls of any man�weaken them to the point of breaking.

Yet you and I�you and I are stronger than them.

Our goals and our wants are beyond anything they could fight for.

You and I are beginning a rivalry that men and women will remember for years to come

The only question is whether the pattern can hold up, whether your luck can hold out.

Will you be here after Sunday?

To congratulate me on doing what I set out to do?

Keeping that golden belt and claiming it as my own.

Will you still be here Flame?

I cannot help but think that perhaps you can stop the drugs�

Ignore the drug�

Fight me without the drug�

If any man can overcome it then it would be you

And if any man can put you through such hell that you are driven back to the cravings, the addictions�driven back to the need for one more blunt�

Then it is me�

Fearful men take the easy way out Flame.

You took the easy way out.

That makes me wonder�what do you fear Flame?

Do you fear me? What I can do to you? What you know I can do to you?

Am I what keeps you up at night?

The one man who can end your career.

The days�those numbered days�are wearing down.

There isn't one single person in Sin Wrestling that can take my Platinum Title.

Not you.

Not anyone.

The Sin board of directors will need to strip me of it before anyone with your intellect defeats me.

You wanna know why Zimdela attacked you? It's quite simple see, I paid him off. That's right.

I don't give a rat's ass who the hell you are, I've had all these pot smoking freaks come out at me before and have all their petty little rituals and it does nothing for them. It will do nothing for you.

You need to understand one thing Flame, I am above your league, I am even above you little group.

Blood may be shed, but it will be yours.

You need to live with that fact, that I am your superior, you will never beat me.

I am the teacher, you are the pupil. I will teach you.

You will feel Total Impact.

I�ll see you Sunday Flame.

Be at your best.

Are You Ready? For TOTAL IMPACT!!!