Gleaming, as the dark sky is filled luminously, each shaft of radiance caressed by the soft fingertips of passing clouds. The gentle wind carries each brush against the sky; a full moon glimmers from behind, smiling down through the branches you gaze through. Taking a deep breath at the daunting smile you watch, the cold night air carries your breath off into the abyss. From the twisted, coarse branches over lapping one another, your sight sets to the base, where the lifeless tree, under goes into flourishing foliage. Enchanted by the faint glow, a splendor lies before your eyes, the Garden of Eden restored to its exquisite origin. A stone pathway woven into the earth, moss & dew line the edges, refracting the moon that shimmer on each tear gathered from the surrounding. Following this pathway, you come to a set of stairs, large granite slabs imbedded into the soil pardon you, as you step upon each one, until the fourth becomes the footpath once again. Coming into a large area, the trail winds into a hydra, setting around small gardens, the stone coiling around the flora, allowing a place to rest upon. Each massive urn, containing wilted roses, the sight of a once beautiful adore, now dried, and hanging in shame of its disgust… even in death, magnificence reigns. A fine harmony begins to settle amongst the scenario, a cold wind blows the sound of a piano crying her depressing melody across the breeze..

Concentrate...Cassie...C'mon, you've got to be focused, visualize it...feel it...taste it.

...The sound continues to play, stepping into the garden, you depart from the darkness, into the illumination as the moon sets, a small pool of water lies before you, a once gorgeous fountain, now deceased. The stars above glisten down upon the placid water, each one shimmering in the night; just before a gust of wind from the east catches your attention; startling the pool, you turn, to find a scaffold… upon this stage, a grand piano sets. Playing this impressive instrument, Cassie. The tune is now made to be Beethoven's symphony, "The Moonlight Sonata"… The subtle glow fills the area around her, as she plays with an immense passion. Stepping closer, your hand catches a thorn, a clever pierce of your finger, immediately snapping your hand back, a drop of blood hits the ground… not but a moment hath it hit, the head of Cassie's Silhouette turns as she continues to play a tremendous clash of the cords as she persists...

So...you've come to inquire my actions, questioning my decisiveness..Well, I will put them in raw form for you..

I'm aware of what people have been saying about me and the scandalous remarks made by The Sovereign Dynasty...and one Michael Duncan.

Mikey...If your last "creepy style"-promotion, was to intimadate or scare me in any fashionable sence, You bluntly failed at the attempt.

I, by far am no 11 year old Christian girl who gets scared at the sight of a mysterious man walking around the night in a thunderstorm.

...One last cord strikes, ending the symphony, she stands, glaring upon the piano, regrouping herself while gently tapping the inner coils of the instrament.

Michael, Your time draws near, and your judgment approaches the horizon, a worthy adversary you are Mikey; however, my patience has grown thin. Your obsession has sealed your fate, where-as a potential ally, you've converted into my rival, something one with intellect would concern himself over.

Your assumtions of invinciblity, require a bit more studying. You see, You are NOT unstoppable Michael, nor can you be any more engrossed in your matches, than I. I am a female, playing in a man's world...Something my mother had done for years, You've watched me inside the ring and you know what I am capable of, my body has nothing to do with my sucess; my ploys are mere distractions. My game set is already planned before I step into each match. I know the outcomes, I know the reactions, and I will prevail each and every time.

It bothers me not, how hungry you are for my title Michael, I have what you crave and come Sunday Michael, your cravings will go unsatisfied.

The scene drastically goes to staic, with a voice fading into the backround..... Mess with the best...Fail like the rest..as a symbol of a flaming wolf pops up on your screen.

New Breed...