The scene opens up where we can see the cameraman climbing out of his big van and focusing on a black limousine pulling up in front of a large statue of a man having something bulky under his arm, there is a large mansion with large columns in the front. In front of the limousine is a black Mercedes four door, and behind it is a car looking exactly like it. The limousine is a Lincoln Town Car stretch limo and it is looking very sharp. The night has calmed over the town of Norfolk, Virginia as the four well dressed assistants once again open the door to reveal Dark Vision, he has apparently changed and looks even sharper then before. He is wearing a pair of kind of baggy black leather pants and leather shoes with a long sleeve crew neck with a pair of dark glasses on. He is wearing a diamond Rolex watch once again, but this time it is a different style watch then it was the day before when he went to the arena. DV's door is closed as his vehicles are all driven away to a secluded parking lot in the distance. DV looks around as he climbs up the stairs with his assistants, his gold belt gleaming nicely over his shoulder.


Now you boys listen up when we get in here, Douglas MacArthur was a famous General in the military, I just wanted to look around for a while then go somewhere else as long as I am in Norfolk, hell why not site see the day of my match to get my mind off of life?

DV and his crew all walk inside and while walking through the memorial we see many weapons and medals and flags of World War II, diving us into the honor of our nation's past, DV goes over to a glass and picks up a rifle, on one of the stands, the alarm goes off but one of his assistants reaches into their pockets and pulls out some sort of little mechanism and the alarm shuts off. DV then puts it back and looks at a tutorial of where the rifle was when it was found and how it was used.

See, this entire place reminds me of you, Prior. I mean from all the hate, the pride and the glory and the blood and the pictures with their gore, the stories that take your imagination to places in darker holes imagining so much pain that you never thought possible that you can actually feel the pain yourself and see fallen soldiers all around you yelling for their mother as you held a cold rifle in your hand with the snow drifting, a couple of clips on your side a pistol on your back with that ammunition in your jacket, your face smeared in blood and you reach your dirty hand over to a fallen soldier to grasp his ammunition and then climb out of the sand bunker to claim victory with no one around you, and when the reinforcements come you realize you were the only one left standing to fight, then you look in a crimson red river of blood trickling downhill and you think to yourself how good it feels to take out those who actually might have stood in your way and made your life's very purpose almost meaningless. The reason that that reminds me of you Prior is because not only am I alone in this battle that I shall go into tonight when I fight you, but I will look around me and face the world that you have created and seen the ones you went through and took out to be the person that you are and then when I am down for cover, seeking my strength and grasping my thoughts I shall reach around me from my thoughts and pump my adrenaline, my ammunition and I shall arise from where I am and come out with a victory. Yes, you will be tormented and yes I will come out of the battle with someone at my side, and when I am at the top of the ramp looking down at a crimson mat with the paramedics looking over you, I can feel on my other shoulder and kiss the belt that now is mine. The European Championship that I know is what I deserve for destroying you. I will be proud and you will be sad for the fruits of your very toil will be stripped from you and finally I shall have an individual piece of gold that will separate me from the others.

One of DV's men motions to him to come over; he is looking in a glass filled with models of medals that were awarded to the strong and the courageous. His assistant reads something that tells Dark Vision that only the strongest and the ones to fall were awarded, but the ones who survived were the ones who made it out with more medals and more honor, with more pride and with more promotion then the ones who fell in battle.

You see, yet another example of what happens to people like me who work hard and use their strength and their own knowledge to their advantage to counter on the weaknesses of their enemy, and when they do counter they counter strong and hard and with malice in their eyes with hate in their hearts and when they arise out of the battlefield covered in the blood of their enemy with an emptied artillery box filled with their enemies' hearts and pieces of clothing from their dead and massacred enemy they are looked upon as heroes, as saviors of the battle. Their fellow soldiers around them will always remember what they did that day, but the officials back at home don't think that everyone else knows what they have done, so they award them with a medal, or with a promotion or a spot in the books of history in our nation and forever are they remembered by those who were around them, those who heard or saw them being rewarded and those who research into the archives of history. That is how a person like me should be remembered. But, in the wrestling business of course the legend of Dark Vision shall always be remembered because of my darkness, because of my courage and my strength and how I have and shall emerge as a victor in things that people said I have no chance in and I shall hopefully have my name in the Hall of Fame one day, but until then I go into battle tonight and with me I am bringing every weapon that I can carry inside my heart and I shall gather all the strength I have to muster and when I enter that four posted battlefield I shall not wait in the trees and attack as a sniper would in the quiet and suddenly kill someone with a fatal blow to a pressure point but I am going to charge head first into the heat of fire and I am going to destroy and torment Prior as much as I can, many of you think that this match will end in a three count, but I hope this match either ends in a TKO with blood smeared everywhere and even on my hands and me, or in a submission where the pain is so bad that Prior simply submits.

Dark Vision looks around a little more with a sadistic smile on his face, he then motions to his men that it is time to go, they head out to the limo where DV is once again easily let inside as the cameraman runs back to his van and shuts the camera off as the scene ends for the moment. The scene opens back up outside of a nice elegant restaurant. La Galleria Ristorante is the sign posted up at the nice building, once again we see the two Mercedes cars accompanying the black stretch limousine. The driver gets out and with white gloves opens the door and helps out a very nice looking young woman dressed in a nice shining white formal dress, another girl steps out wearing a sparkling black dress. Out of the limousine finally steps Dark Vision dressed in a very nice white Armani suit with matching shoes and a black vest, shirt and tie to match his other date. He has on dark sunglasses once again and as he steps out the women take his arms nicely as they step onto a red carpet and go into this very elegant dining place.

A man greets them at the door to take the purses of the women, DV and his women are then escorted to a wine dining room, we can see a very large table set up with extremely nice center pieces and an array of nice food set up on the table with wine being cooled at certain points, and sitting around the able is J, DV's agent and each of his formal date. A very important looking man with his elderly wife are sitting together and then another man, who looks very muscular, near DV's height with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a blonde goatee, he wears a silver Armani suit and silver sunglasses as well, he doesn't have a woman sitting beside him but he does look rather wealthy and very important. Sitting at the table as well is a very tough looking man with a very young woman sitting beside him. DV walks in and everyone stands up, he walks around the table and shakes hands and gives hugs, and gives the biggest hug to the man in the silver Armani before sitting his women down near the head of the table.

Everyone I would like you to meet my dates tonight, Elizabeth and Charlotte. Ladies I would like to introduce you to J, my agent and his date. The serious old man in the corner is Frank; he helped me with media and was my old manager. The tough looking guy to the corner is Joe, my trainer when I was younger, and then the guy that I owe most all of my wealth and my wrestling consciousness from, the guy in probably a twenty thousand dollar silver Armani, Lightning. They all smile and nod as they dig in. J talks up from his spot in the table with his hard New York accent.

You know what you guys, the reason we are here in this beautiful little town is because tonight our main man over here takes the main event tonight and faces this chump named Prior, I mean this guy hasn't done one prominition to well, promote this match and as far as we are concerned DV had the match won as soon as it was signed, so, when we leave the arena tonight we will be seeing him with yet another piece of gold on his shoulder. Ain't that right DV?

I love your honesty and your love for managing me J, but you left out one thing. I mean yes this guy hasn’t said one word and I don't blame him for not saying anything because who wants to piss me off? Not many people right? Well, not only will I be walking out of that arena the new European Champion but I will be walking out hopefully leaving that guy in the ring begging for his mother, clenching and doubled over in pain, I hope that tonight we can mop the blood out of the ring tonight and have enough to give the Red Cross enough to fill their banks here in Norfolk, and not only will I be walking out a successor, but I will be walking out of that ring making an example of Prior, in hope to show the UWF who I am and what I really bring to the table besides a hard hitting list of signature and finishing moves and enough brawn to lift a six hundred pound man and choke him into the air and throw him back down, knocking him out cold.

DV smiles as he finishes his last remark and takes a drink of his wine, leaving everyone smiling greatly except Lightning, he simply looks over to DV after dropping his fork to his plate and wiping his mouth clean.

I see you haven't lost your confident and well conceded edge about the way you talk of your opponents and your matches. The last fed we were in I saw you drop to the ground with blood dripping from your forehead because you got conceded and you got jumped.

DV throws down his fork and looks over menacingly and with hate steaming from inside.

You never seem to finish that damned story do you Lightning? I talked conceded and yes I got my ass handed to me by about four pretty large guys with weapons after one of my matches, but why don't you ever finish this tall tale of yours? Why, because it serves another purpose in showing that alone I can defeat what I say I can defeat. I gave my all and I put every single last one of these men to the ground before I left that ring, yes, I left in an ambulance but I only went to the parking lot where they gave me some medicine and let me leave that night. I didn't come here to be ridiculed by a great friend like you, I know I owe most of what I know in this business from you, but you are only three years older then I am, just because you started wrestling earlier doesn't mean that you have lived through more then I have.

Look, don't get all sentimental on me, I came here to see you win tonight and I won't rest until you win, and when you do gain the victory we are going to celebrate. Don't get all pissed off at a few random comments I throw in at a dinner party just because I am trying to teach everyone a lesson about being too confident.

This man is nothing to me! I have looked him up and down and seen his weaknesses, I have seen his strong points and I have seen the things that I need to see. I have also not seen nor heard from him, giving him a major disadvantage from the get go, the fans pump me up and if I am ever down they will pump me right back up. I will destroy this man that they call Prior without a doubt and I will walk out of that arena with that European gold on my shoulder no matter whom I have to go through. Yes, I am a little cocky and a little confident but I have not underestimated this man and when he is down I shall not kick him or let him recover I shall bring him to his feet and fight him until he is back down there and when he is back down there he comes up again until I feel it is time to pin him or until his body thinks it's time to stop fighting or until his mind breaks and he submits like many others have done in the past of this wrestling federation, they crack under pressure and they crumble under harsh pain and I am intending very well in inflicting as much pain that I can give tonight.

DV picks up his fork and finishes his meal as everyone discusses the regular dinner conversations as they would at home, catching up on whose family is doing what and who is having a baby, all of those things. But, as DV peers down to his watch he stands up and grasps his glass of wine. He looks around as everyone gets quiet as a large crowd would in an arena. He then begins to speak.

By my watch, Virginia time says that it is the period in which I need to go get prepared for my match tonight; I wish to have a parting toast. I personally would like to toast this to unconditional victory and success.

Everyone repeats this as they all drink to the toast. DV and his guests leave and get into the limousine as the scene fades once again for the moment being.