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[ The Scene ] "All Decked Out" Hardware Store, San Antonio, Tx

[ Time ] Approx: 4:00pm Thursday February, 10

The scene opens to a midnight blue '67 Dodge Charger coming to a hault outside the front entrance of "All Decked Out" Hardware Store. The limo tinted windows reflect the sunlight as the driver side door peers open and we see the shadow of a large man exiting the car.

As the camera pans in closer we can make out the profile of the man to be Kole Chambers. Chambers wears a pair of light blue, relaxed fitted, Levi 501 demin jeans,and a white muscle shirt covering over the outside. He walks slowly to the glass doors, lowering the designer Oakley sunglasses off his face and looking at the gentleman behind the counter.

Barbed Wire... and a pulley.

The man behind the counter looks at Kole wondering what he's asking.

Yes Sir, We have those..

Kole glares at the young man slamming his fist down upon the counter top.

Barbed wire and a pulley...NOW!!

The man quickly scuffles behind the counter and over to the shelf where he gathers up a roll of barbed wire and a small metal pulley. He comes back and lays the objects upon the counter and glares up to Chambers.

There you are sir, will that be all for you?

Chambers squints his eyes and not giving any expression, he looks at the pulley, picking it up, tossing it back down upon the counter and looking back to the man.

Too small.

The young man smiles and nods his head, he quickly picks the pulley up and gets the next size larger, returning once again to the counter.

Here you are. Will this do?

Chambers once again looks at the pulley, he examines the strength and the rope inside.

larger....

The man's eyes grow large as he nods his head once again, returning to the shelf with some assistance.

Sir, this is the largest we have in a non-commerical sale. All other pulleys we have are strickly for commerical usage.

Kole moves in a bit closer to the counter, he looks the gentleman in the eyes, not even giving him a cold glare.

LARGER....

But sir.... The man quickly backs up as Kole leans across the counter.

I said...larger.

The man gulps and moves toward the shelf he gets the manager to assist him with the larger pulley. They place the pulley upon the countertop, struggling to lift it as Kole looks on.

How much?

The man behind the counter looks at the manager who shakes his head and asks for identifcation.

I'm sorry sir, I need to see your commerical license please.

Chambers squints his eyes, cocking the corner of his lip up at the man. He stares down the two and places both palms upon the counter.

HOW MUCH....

The two men look at eachother once again, the manager now nodding his head for the clerk to ring up the items. They come to a total and look over to Chambers.

That'll be 98.96, Sir...

Kole gives a sadistic smile as he turns toward the door, walking his way out.

Thank You...

The two men look dumb founded as Kole walks away with a slight laughter in his voice. He opens the glass door, stepping out and walking toward his car once again. The camera quickly zooms in as Kole stands leaning against the hood of his Charger.

Little Jim... he pauses, Ya Boy, I'm talking to you.. The camera now zooms in closer as Chambers glares into the lens.

I see that the APWO front office has either put you on their bad list, or you are wanting an early retirement.

Chambers slowly moves toward the driver's side door, placing his hands upon the handle.

You see Jimbo, I am a man on a mission, I am not after the big "prize".. he pauses shaking his head. Oh no, What I am after Jim is to hurt someone. You see, for a couple weeks now, this Federation we're so much a part of, has done everything to either hold me back, screw me in the anus, or just plain piss me off.

Kole now begins to open the door and get inside his car. He places both items into the passanger seat, looking back at the camera.

You won't die on me will you Jim? You won't ask for a match change, or anything like that will you? I may not be half the nutcase that Shooter is, but I am more of a "pain". See you inside the ring Jimbo, I'm looking foward to making you my example!

You best give your heart to God Jimmy, because your ass belongs to me!

The camera fades with the midnight blue '67 Dodge Charger speeding off into the distance.