The scene begins with the back of a shirtless, broad shouldered man sitting upon the edge of a full-sized bed. The indentions between each shoulder blade are well defined and muscline. His neck twists from left to right poppining several bones in the process. He stretches his arms toward the sides of his chest, creasing the indentions between his shoulders even more. He brings forth his arms and stretches them to the front of his chest, crossing them then pushing them back toward the sides of his chest once again. He does this for several minutes and with each movement, a slight grunt is heard.

The camera zooms in closer, showing droplets of sweat form along the center of his back. The man slowly stands to his feet, yet his face still remains unrevealed. He walks slowly toward the small refridgerator that rests upon the counter toward the end of the bed. He opens the door, reaching in, pulling out a bottled corona. "Fsssshht", the sound makes as the twisting bottle cap opens upon the long class botlle. The cap hits the rim of the small black trash can that peers to the right of the man. With a "Clank", the cap hits the floor. The man leans foward giving you a glimpse of his face, he picks the cap up tossing it once again toward the black trash can.

He bends his kness, sitting down upon the bed. He swings them to the side, now stretching along the entire matress. As he reaches for the remote, he presses the on switch flipping channels. In the process of channel surfing, the phone beside the bed rings.

Yeah... The deep voice of Kole Chambers was heard as he answered the phone.

Several seconds pass as silence filled the room. Kole places the remote back upon the table, raising an eyebrow looking a bit disgusted .

Is that so? Kole raises the bottle to his mouth, taking a large drink and swallowing.

Let me tell you something, I knew from the begining it was bullshit. there's a pause for several seconds. No, I have nothing to say. I'll speak when I want and to whom I want. I don't care who the hell wants to talk to me.

Kole rolls his eyes a bit taking yet another drink of Corona.

Look, I've told you, I don't give a shit. He can live, he can die and he can be re-born, the fact is he ran once, he will run again.

Kole now begins to stand to his feet still holding the bottle of Corona. He places the headset down upon the table and proceeds to the restroom. Nothing is seen; however you know he's taking a leek. He resumes out from the restroom, picking the headset back up and placing to his ear. The person on the other end is still speaking as Kole shakes his head with a disgusted look upon his face.

Can't shut your mouth can you? There's nothing I'm worried about. Carnage was the Champ. WAS, right along with a long list of others. pause I have no doubt that "Dead man" will interfere. Infact I expect him to. Kole even smiles at the thought.

Let's just say we have a little "unfinished business" to settle. Yea, I've heard the racist comment. Do you think I care what he thinks? Let him believe what he wants, the outcome will be the same with him, as it will be for Carnage and Mr. Wallace. Kole sits back down upon the edge of the bed finishing off the bottle of Corona. He tosses the empty bottle into the trashcan leaning back now upon the matress.

What do I mean? Well it's quite simple, you see, Mr. Christiano will be in the same category as everyone else in that ring; A VICTIM. Don't make a damn bit of differance to me what color they are, because once I step into that ring, I am GOD and like God, I have the ability to DESTROY everything!

Kole shakes his head, pulling the reciever away from his ear, looking at it oddly before placing it back to his ear.

Listen, I don't run and I certianly won't hide, I've stepped into the ring with some of their best... Do'Merist...Little Jim, Claymore..and the list goes on...I've even had the chance at that "Freebird" they call Phoenix, not my fault he saw what was in his future and tucked his feathers. there's a short pause between the next statement from Kole as he seems to be getting agrevated.

This new boss, new owner, orignal owner, or who ever the hell he is best not hide his "Golden Boys" behind the politics like Cage did. Because Diplomats are just as essential in starting a war, as a soldier is in fighting.

The scene closes with Kole pushing the button upon the headset, tossing the phone over his shoulder having it land upon the center of the bed, as he gets up reaching for another Corona.

And this solider has not even began to fight!


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