It�s the middle of the night in downtown Houston, Texas as a sleek black minivan and an equally sleek, silver 2004 Suzuki Esteem Sedan pull up in front of a quiet suburban neighborhood. The cars slowly pull to a stop in front of an old ranch-style gray house. After a moment the van�s side door nearest to the curb opens and three men in all black make their way out, joined soon by the man who was driving the vehicle, also in all black. Three of the men are unknown but the fourth is recognizable as Tony Styles, one of Tannon's Associates. He waits patiently off to the side of the vehicle as the other men slowly and quietly begin to grab various items from the back of the van. As he waits the driver�s door of the Suzuki opens and the dark figure of Slash Tannon can be seen making his way out of his car. He is dressed in black hiking boots, a pair of worn black jeans, a black muscle shirt and his normal black trench coat, its 5-foot length going to the back of his knees. His normal silver wraparound sunglasses have been replaced by a pair of black Ray-Bandz. Tannon walks over to where Styles is standing and the two begin to speak as the other men continue what they are doing in the rear of the van.]

Tannon (slowly, watching the actions of his associates as he speaks): You sure they are both in there?

Styles (nodding as he checks his watch): Yeah, Max called about 10 minutes ago and said that both Keijo and Johnny were in the house.

Tannon: Alone?

Styles: Yeah.

Tannon (nodding and looking around slowly): Good, get them ready, we go in five minutes.

[Styles responded with a quick nod, before turning and making his way to where the other men were, giving them their orders as Tannon leaned against his car and began to think about everything.]

Keijo Tanaka and Johnny Reba are two punk kids, no more than twenty-two, who managed to scam a Vice-President of mine out of $35,000 of my money. Now�that is pennies to me, but there is no way two kids are gonna get the drop on me. Their first mistake was calling me immediately after the scam to gloat about it. They are gonna wish they had kept their mouths shut on this day. It is not a smart idea to gloat about taking the money of a man with known mob connections to the man whose money it is. $35,000 is my weekly pay for one match in Sin�$5,000 a day�$208 an hour. That�s my money�my time that they stole from me�they got off with $35,000 that I could have used to buy my girlfriend that necklace that she was telling me about. As far as I am concerned�they raped me�raped me of my time, my effort, my blood and my sweat. I got the money back, which was simple, enough�but, it�s not over�no, they will suffer once more and this time it will be a fatal feeling.

[A few moments pass until Styles comes back out from the van and nods to Tannon. Tannon quietly signals for the men to go and like trained soldiers they quickly make their ways towards the house with Styles in the very front and Tannon taking his time at the rear.]

Styles (quietly): Go.

[One of the unknowns quickly drops to his knees in front of the door and barely flicks his wrist by the lock, picking it without difficulty and allowing it to swing open slightly. He and the other two unknowns quickly enter, followed by Styles who joins one of the unknowns in a quick and quiet sprint up the stairs as the other two separate off, one going left towards the kitchen and the other going right towards the living area. Two shouts can be heard, one from the upstairs area and another from downstairs after a moment Styles passes the door again, giving a quick nod to Tannon who smirks and makes his way into the home.]

Styles (from the living area): In here.

[Tannon makes his way in, seeing as he enters, the scared faces of both Tanaka and Reba as they are tied securely to two chairs in the center of the small room.]

Reba (obviously petrified): Oh man�Slash�look, I�

Tannon (sternly): Shut up.

[Reba quickly closes his mouth and swallows hard as Tannon steps to within two feet of him and gets down on a knee so he is at eye level with the young kid.]

Tannon (shaking his head): What am I going to do about this Reba? I mean, it�s not something that I can just forgive and forget about. You took $35,000 from me, of money that I earned busting my ass week in and week out. Now given, a moronic employee of mine gave it to you but see�he has been dealt with, you haven�t.

[Reba�s eyes widen in fear as Styles, smirking, does a cut throat symbol across his throat from behind Tannon.]

Tannon (to Styles): Tony�enough.

Styles (dropping his arms): Sorry sir.

Tannon (back to Reba): The question is what am I going to do about you and Tanaka?

[Reba does not respond, fearful of what Tannon may be thinking.]

Tannon (slapping a hand across the face of Reba and raising his voice): I asked you a question and I want an answer. What am I going to do with you?

Reba (obviously scared out of his mind and not noticing the small steel blade that the man behind Tanaka had pulled out of his pocket): Give me a second chance?

Tannon (standing up and nodding to the man behind Tanaka): Wrong answer Johnny.

[The man behind Tanaka suddenly lurches forward and shoves two long blades into the upper thighs of Tanaka, who screams a guttural scream as the pain surges through his body. The other unknown man behind Tanaka quickly wrapped a gag around him so that all that Tanaka could do was cry softly as his blood began to drip out, no more accurately, flood out of his body as the man pulled the two knives out and, wiping them off, returned them to their holsters as quickly as they had appeared. Reba�s eyes were wide with fright as he watched his friend writhe in pain and the young boy�s blood stains the carpet of the room a dark red.]

Tannon (not the least bit moved by the sight and speaking to Reba calmly): In about five minutes he is going to bleed to death, the only question is whether or not you will be around in five minutes to see it.

Reba (panicking): Come on man, let me go! Please! You have the money�just, just, let me go ok?

Tannon (sighing and taking a step back for fear that the blood of Tanaka would stain his boots): You know I can�t just let you go Johnny. That�s not the way I work and you should know that. You should be humiliated somehow�then; maybe I will let you go. What do you say about that?

Reba (ecstatic because any humiliation would be better than death): Sure Slash, anything�I�ll do anything you want. Just name it.

Tannon (thinking for a moment before turning to Styles): I am going to walk out that door and the second I do, you and your friends have one minute to do whatever you want to Mr. Reba and then I want him, untied, to be brought outside by the van. And while you�re at it, untie Tanaka�looks like he�s already dead.

Styles (nodding): You got it sir.

[Tannon slowly makes his way out of the room and as he steps outside the sounds of scuffling can be heard and the pained groans of Reba as well. Tannon laughs as the sounds increase before being interrupted by his phone.]

Tannon (answering his cell): Slash Tannon. (Pauses and a smile crosses his face) Hey, baby�how�s it going? (Pauses) Yeah, I am trying to get there. I just got held up with some business. I�ll be there in twenty minutes easy, I�m only about ten away from the theater and the movie doesn�t start for about thirty. (Pauses) Yeah, I know, I miss you too baby. (Pauses as Styles made his way outside, his cohorts dragging the still-alive but beaten body of Reba between them) Look, I got to go but I�ll see you in twenty ok? (Pauses) Ok, I�ll tell him. (Pauses) I love you too. Bye.

[Tannon puts the cell phone back in his trench coat and quietly points the men to drag Reba over to the van as he turns to Styles.]

Tannon: Your sister says �Hi.�

Styles (nodding): She seems happy.

Tannon (shaking his head as they make their way towards the van): She won�t be if I am late for the movie. Let�s finish this thing now.

Styles (nodding): Just give the order.

Tannon (talking to the other three as they drop Reba by the van): Get in the van. Tony and I can finish this ourselves, and don�t forget to clean those blades again.

[The three men quickly disperse towards the van, getting in quickly and shutting the doors.]

Tannon (looking carefully at Reba before directing Styles): Get him on his knees.

[Styles grabbed the hair of Reba, pulling on it as he kicks the back of Reba�s left knee, causing the kid to fall to the ground in front of the curb of the street.]

Tannon (nodding to Styles, who backs away from Reba, as he speaks to Reba): I want you to kiss the curb for me.

[Reba looks at Tannon strangely.]

Tannon (agitated): You heard me, if you want to walk out of here alive then your lips are gonna be kissing that curb.

[Tannon begins to walk around Reba until he is standing behind him. Reba nervously bends forward to kiss the curb but as he is about an inch from it he begins to cry softly.]

Tannon (annoyed): Oh come on kid, you are gonna be fine. Here, take a deep breath and that should help.

[The kid does not respond but instead opens his mouth wide to take a breath. As he does so, Tannon reacts from out of nowhere, rearing back and slamming his foot as hard as he can against the back of Reba�s head. The force sends Reba�s open mouth into the curb, splitting his jaw in two and going straight through to the poor kid�s brain, killing him instantly. A small spray of blood shoots out as Styles jumps back in shock.]

Styles (his eyes wide): Holy shit!

Tannon (stepping back and shrugging): I warned his ass not to fuck with me. Now get out of here, I don�t need people hearing anything and seeing us around here. I have enough people to deal with at the moment.

[Tannon steps over the dead body of Reba and opens the door to his car, getting in and turning back to Styles.]

Tannon (smirking): Don�t worry so much Tony; it was just business as usual.

[Tannon shuts his car door and pulls away from the home, disappearing from view in the darkness of the night. Styles took one more look at the dead body of Johnny Reba and just shook his head in amazement before turning and heading back to the van as the camera slowly fades to black.]

So here we are, just days from this weeks Impulse.

My opponent....

Sean James.

Well Sean you claim to be a loser, a nobody.

I agree with you. Why?

Simple, everyone to me is a loser, I'm a success. I own a succesful business, and am the best in Sin wrestling, in wrestling ability, and on the stick. People need to realize that. You will realize that? Why? Because I'll make you.

We're both alike in some ways however. We both like pain and torture. I like giving it more though, people often say giving is better than receiving, I'm sure you can agree.

Speak of fate, speak of God. I am God. I am the God of Sin Wrestling! I hold your fate James, it's in my hands. A fate that will be one of defeat.

Let this be a lesson to you or anyone. Don't screw with me.

Are You Ready? For TOTAL IMPACT!!!