The scene opens to a lovely mountian top, a clear blue sky and a temperature of a relaxing 78 degrees. The grass, dry from the spring, shines with a crystal glow on each blade. Upon the top of this mountian, you can look downward to a small valley. The valley seems to host around 50 or so houses and sets a small reviene.

Parked along the loose gravel that trails this mountian is a 1967 midnight blue, Dodge Charger. The car is in rare form as its glossy paint and shiny chrome rims competes with the sharpness of the view from this mountian.

Standing along the edge of the mountian, looking downward to the small valley is Kole Chambers. He wears a pair of dark demin cut off shorts, a white sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of Oakley sunglasses. He pulls from his right side pocket, a marlboro ciggarette, lighting it and taking a small drag.

The camera zooms in unexpectedly as Kole turns looking a bit disgusted.

Always in the spotlight. A Champion doesn't even get respected privacy anymore. Taking another drag from the ciggarette, Kole flips it to the ground and steps upon it putting the fire out. Since I have managed to elude you assholes a few days, I may as well enlighten a few people about what's GOING to happen this Sunday Night.

Kole steps back from the ledge. He makes his way over to his parked car, leaning upon the front end.

You all may be wondering why I don't have the APWO World Title with me. he smiles It's quite simple really. Why should I have to lug that piece of metal around every where I go? It's just a piece of gold, Kole laughs sarcasticly. What...Do you all think it actually flatters me to have it? Think again. I don't need a piece of metal to tell me I am a Champion. I don't need any piece of gold to say that I am the best.

Carnage, You want this title? You think you have something to "prove" to these people...then by all means Carnage "prove" yourself.

Kole takes a smoke from his pocket once again, places it between the left side of his lips Taking advantage of your unfortunate situation? he laughs Carnage, I done what any man would do. I saw a weakness and turned it into my gain. The fact that bothers you so much is because I was the one who got away with it instead of you.

Kole now lights up the smoke and walks to the rear of his car, unlocking the trunk.

You see Carnage, you can watch me any time you damn well please. I don't scare easily. I don't look over my shoulders, I don't hide from my windows and I don't care who your ass is or how many of you there are.

Kole leans into his trunk, removing an old military style gray blanket. Underneath that blanket, the camera zooms in on the APWO World Title. The title was neatly folded and rested inside the trunk of Kole's car.

Carney my boy.. I'm stepping into the ring Sunday Night with three of you "so-called" Number 1 contenders. Two on the opposite side as me and one supposidly on my side. If you three men think I will be going any easier on any of you in this match, you're wrong. Do'Meirst, you may be my partner, but if you cross that line in any way, you will become one with the other two. Carnage, I wouldn't trust your partner either, he seems to have a little disorder, and he just may take that "frustraion" out on you, so not only will you be dealing with me again Sunday night, you best be looking over your own shoulder. You see, it does not make a difference which one of you are gunning for my title. Neither of you will be taking it away any time soon. Sunday Night, APWO will again anounce their Champion's name in victory, as the U.S Champion, Jaiden Do'Meirst and the APWO World Champion, Kole Chambers' name will once again be called as victorious. Kole tosses the blanket back inside the trunk, he slams the hood down and walks toward the front driver's side door laughing.

You three men can fight amongst yourselves and Mr. Nixon about who is more deserving..I, myself don't give a ratt's ass. I'll deal with things when the time arises. Until then... Kole now opens the driver's side door, sliding inside and closing it back up.

I will see you all Sunday Night.

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