The camera zooms in to this late 1960's home with a late 1990's open interior,located in the very desireable Viennawood tract. As the front doors open we see the first floor, which has a stepdown living room, balconied dining room with a storage closet and mirrors, powder room with pedestal sink, mud room, family room with cathedral ceiling, skylights, fireplace and a pegged tongue groove oak flooring, a multiple use guest/office room and laundry area. The large eat-in kitchen has loads of storage and a large work area that includes a "Jennair" barbeque with tons of recessed lighting.

As the camera follows; we go up now to the second floor which has three large bedrooms that includes a large master suite with a cathedral ceiling, ceiling fan with lights, a HUGE walk-in closet and a sky-lighted bathroom with an eight foot double sink vanity, a large linen closet and laundry chute. Both guest's rooms are painted-walls as well as the ceiling by an artist and have large closets with mirrored doors built-in ana a fan with ceiling lights. The guest's bath includes glass and mirrored tub doors and an oversized vanity sink.

As the camera moves more about this Colonial style home, we go now to the basement. As the camera pans around we take notice to a finished "rec" room. Over to the left we see a cedar closet, a sink with vanity, a hanging-style closet, two shelved storage closets and a second room furnished as an office and a shop area. The small off room hosts a six foot pool table, a work out bench with various weights and barbells and to the corner of this room we see hanging from the ceiling by three colored ropes, a 3 ft long sand-filled punching bag. Sitting in the corner closest to the wall is an old gray whicker chair; resting inside with his feet propped up upon the matching whicker foot stool is Kole Chambers.

Kole is seen sporting off his usual attire of levi demin jeans and a black muscle shirt. He sits with his eyes closed and his hands above his head with his fingers locked together. The camera zooms in to Kole's well-built physique and olived colored skin, getting an upclose of the superstar. In the background you can hear the sound of "King of my World" by Saliva play as Kole opens his eyes, noticing the camera crew.

You just don't know when to quit do you?

Kole leans up, dropping his feet down from the footstool, sitting upright in the gray wicker chair.

Even with my first Title match in the APWO, you morons would rather spend your time focusing upon me, rather than my opponents.

Kole rolls his eyes. I may be considered the "Underdog" in this match, with the former "Chump" he smiles Carnage, the "Rot Star" he shakes his head smiling. Bad Guy, and the reject from Taco Bell, Rodrigez in this match, but atleast I have nothing to "prove" to these maggots.

Kole lifts an eye brow, glaring over to the camera man. You see, it doesn't bother me that they have their opinions of me.

Kole slowly leans foward, getting out of the chair. He slowly walks over to the six foot pool table leaning against it with his left hand upon the rack of balls.

Carnage learned first hand that it does not make a damn bit of difference what your name is; or how "Bad" you think you are Richo, you can and will go out just like the rest of the shit holes.

Kole picks up the black eight ball, tossing it up into the air and catching it; he does this for several seconds.

Richo's starting point was to hide behind the "Split Personality" routine, Whether to be "Da Bad Guy", some stupid Hawk guy or to be just plain-o Mr. Wallace. Richo, you go shooting off at the mouth about me being a "Jobber"? How I am nothing you nor anyone else in this match should be worried about; well son, I don't see you doing ANYTHING but running that cock washer you call a mouth. Kole tosses the ball up into the air one last time, catching it and slamming it down upon the center of the table.

You want to make yourself famous here in APWO once more? Let me use that mouth of yours as a punching bag, and not some dry humping suction cup to all the little girls backstage.

Kole smiles as he removes his hand from the ball, walking toward the sand bag hanging from the ceiling.

Wallace, the problem I see with you is, you're living your career through history, and although they say "History can repeat itself", the future looks mighty uncertian for you. You see, reputations are built from one's actions and I'm more than sure you'll see what mine have been built upon.

Kole now walks over toward the sand bag hanging from the three colored ropes. He nudges the bag a few times, making it sway back and forth. The camera moves is a bit, catching a glimpse of the bag's many colored stitchings. Kole steps back a few feet from the bag, glaring upon it and over to the camera once again.

However, Bad Guy...A reputation once broken may possibly be repaird, but the World will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

The scene fades with Kole reaching to his back pocket, pulling what appears to be some form of hunting knife from a black leather case, slinging it into the bag and piercing it straight in the center as a sadistic smile forms along his face.

And who do you think is going to create that crack?

Scene fades to a sadistic laugh.