Scene Two- EWWF Training Grounds

*Deamon is still in the warehouse. Vigilante is walking around, examining the building and all the damage time has done to it. The walls are dusty and one side that is being held up by wood is starting to have a outbreak of mold. It rots the wood causing a distinct smell of death and dilapidation. Deamon is going to town on a speed bag while Lenny sits in the chair and watches him. He laughs as Deamon crushes the bag and sends it into the back of the circular wood holder, cracking the back. Deamon steps away from the broken piece of equipment and wipes the sweat off of his brow.*

Lenny: Little pissed today Deamon?

Deamon: Not really. More impartial than anything.

Lenny: Something on your mind?

Deamon: I was doing some research on this guy I have to face in OTB. He is some sort of drug dealer or something.

Lenny: That worries you why?

Deamon: It doesn't worry me, all it does is makes me more angry. I have seen these guys before. Everyone has to have some sort of story. They all have to come from some horrible background where they are either beaten, have had someone killed in their life, done some bad things, gone to prison, almost anything. I have seen it all before. I hate seeing it over and over again though. Just gets old. This whole federation is full of cliches.

Lenny: Like that everywhere we go huh?

Deamon: Seeming more and more like it.

*Vigilante walks over to them, he's holding a title belt in his hands. The gold is glittering as he walks toward them and the light reflects of the intricate indents and paint. Vigilante just stares at the name at the bottom of the belt: "Decron."*

Vigilante: Deamon. You remember this right?

Deamon: Oh my god I haven't seen that in so long. I thought we said we would never pull that out again.

Lenny: What are you old-timers talking about now?

Vigilante: Boy, you do not know the pride that was involved in SEMW. We WERE Wrestling. We knew what this business was all about. We knew how o entertain while still being champions, something lost on the wrestlers of your generation.

Lenny: Oh god. Don't lecture me Grandpa.

Deamon: Decron…I still can't remember why I ever used that name.

Vigilante: This one wan't your fault. This one was the order of me. You did your best, and look what it got you.

Deamon: Longest reigning SEMW Heavyweight Champion in the history of SEMW.

Lenny: Point being Deamon?

Vigilante: The point is that he worked his ass of for this. He didn't just step into the spotlight. He forced his way in.

Deamon: 5 years. 5 years it took me to get to the top of any federation. I didn't get the spectacular arrival that you got. I had to scratch and claw my way up. Bah, now I sound cliche.

Vigilante: You can't sound cliché if it's true.

Lenny: Yeah you can.

Deamon: I guess we all have it in us. The thing is the way we use it.

*Lenny stands up, moves toward the ring in the center.*

Lenny: Amen to that…