[ The Scene ] Times Square, NY February 9th [ Approx. Time 11:56pm ]

As a calm, tranquil night sets in, the streets of Time Square light up with an exquisite display of flouresant colors. The hue of a red bulb glistens downward upon the placid cement walk way.

From the likeness of his black navy boots, his faded denim blue jeans and black no-sleeved muscle shirt, Kole Chambers rests comfortablly upon a wooden bench, facing the slow, but on coming traffic, his arms are out to the side, resting along the back of the bench, while his long legs are stretched out in front of him..

With a lit ciggarette in his right hand, Kole moves it toward his mouth taking in a rather large drag of the smoke, exhaling and tossing the but to the metal can beside him.

Jimmy....Jimmy.....Jimmy...How nice of you to give me, Kole Chambers, the distinct pleasure of being the one who stole your confidence. he smiles, chuckling sarcastically. It's a good feeling Jimbo, ya know. You blame me for beating you, blame me for your self confidence failing you and you blame me for losing what you thought was the ultimate match.

Kole leans foward, now with his arms to his side.

That kinda puts a warm feeling right Kole taps his chest here, Jimmy. Speaking of warm feelings, We're confronted once again this week..along with two others for a number one contender's match. I don't know about you Jimbo, but I'd love nothing more than to see your confidence rise to a higher level. Be a real pitty watching you get tossed out by the likes of those other men.

Kole smiles, standing to his feet.

So Jimmy..this brings me to my next statement; I hate that you don't want in the match this Sunday, because that really hurts my feelings to know your feelings for me aren't in the best of ways. It's a real shame Jimbo, because you're denying some of the fans the chance to witness what they didn't get to see last week. The chance at me stripping your confindence once again.

Kole reaches into his pocket pulling out his pack of smokes. He taps it into the palm of his hand and slides out one ciggarette.

I sencerely hope you change your mind Jimbo and join me in this monstrosity of a match, atleast that way it will give the crowd something worth watching.

Kole strikes a match against the wooden bench lighting his smoke.

See you on the battle field, Jimmy...

Scene fades to black