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[[**With the camera slowly rolling, we are taken outside of a horrible sight. A broken down, old, dilapidated house. The windows are dark, dirty, and cracked. The roof has holes in it, and missing shingles. The door once white, now a brownish color from neglect by its owners to take care of it. The grass is very long and brown and the walkway toward the front door is completely covered with garbage that has been blown over by the harsh winds, and not picked up. There’s a large tree in the front yard as well, however has no leaves, on it, and seems to slowly be dying away in the sun. The camera stays focused on this retched scene, as we hear a depressed sigh from the right. As the camera begins to maneuver it’s way to the right, we see Brent Daley standing on the front of the walkway to the property of the home. Brent wears his regular black polo shirt, with his demin jeans and Leather shes. He has his hands on his hips, as he stares blankly at the home. He puts his hands Brent sighs again, as the camera gets a close up of him, now shaking his head, slowly side to side**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
”You’d think someone who’d once lived a life like this, would never want to return back to it. Someone who’s become something, and done something with their live, would never want revert back to the lifestyle, and adversities they once had to struggle through. If they we’re able to finally reach deep, and make it out, why would they ever, think twice about coming… home?”

[[**Brent slowly begins making his way up the walkway, passing the muck or garbage, and debris. Kicking it aside into the tall grasses for an easier walkway for himself, and the camera crew. He makes his way toward the front of the house, and stares all around envisioning everything he remembers and recalled about the house. Another sigh is heard, as Daley stares at the door, and removes his hands from his hips, as if he’s about to knock.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
”Certainly isn’t something to be proud of. Without a doubt, it isn’t something you’d want to look forward to coming to and knowing that this was where you once worked for. Fact is, this is the Empire. Well at least it was until it couldnt live or compete against WWCF. I knew God has a plan for me, and the only way I’d live that dream out, and fulfill that plan is if I got out. You might think this was a place straight out of a Halloween series or something, but the sad truth is, it’s not. This is where everything Drake Connors, Triple H and all Empire Superstars worked and lived, and everything they endured in their life, happened. For many many years, they bled, sweat, cried, and even almost died in this house. Today, this day, they bare foot in my house, in my company. For the first time since I signed with The Empire, I’m finally going to walk back the company that wrecked my life and was almost lost, made me realise, this isn’t what Wrestling was about.”

[[**Brent Daley takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment then releases it. He knocks on the door, and a loud echo is heard from inside. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if anyone is even there. After a brief hesitation, Daley reaches for the doorknob, but it suddenly breaks off. The large, worn out, gold door handle snapped off the wooden door, leaving a large hole now in the doorway where it used to rest. Shaking his head, in sadness as he drops the door handle, and pushes the door open. Inside the house is an absolute, mess. There are dozens of holes in the walls, and no carpeting. Some of the holes are attempted to be covered with pieces to other walls and duct tape. There is writing all over the walls, and dirt as well as mud on the floors. The stairway leading to the upstairs is blocked off with rows and rows of duct tape as well and when we look up we see the giant hole in the roof leading to the outside. The smell is of a horrendous scent, almost as if something had died. Brent covers his nose for a moment, and looks around in disbelief. He continues to walk around looking for someone to be home. As he turns the corner from the entrance way to the living room, we see a picture hanging from the wall. Brent slowly creeps in as the floor creaks and rocks with every step. He moves closer to the picture and wipes the dust away, its a picture of Empire Owners.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
The very two owners to who tried to make something great, but failed.....

[[**Brent wipes the gold plate under the picture and reads the engravment written.**

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Empire Owners – Vince McMahon and Mark Choq. Be apart of something amazing. We will never die. HAHA If that wasn’t a failure, that quote sure lived up to its standards.

[[**Brent leaves the main area and walks down the hall, pictures still hang on the wall as Brent looks on. Pictures show the superstars of The Empire. Starting from DDP to Crazy Man, down to Kevin Nash and Tank Edge.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Weren’t they some great superstars. If the Empire truly stayed and actually successed, those guys would actually be the reason why.

[[**Brent takes a couple more steps down the hall and comes to a few more pictures of superstars that once more apart of the famous Empire. Brent rubs the dust away and its revaled to be non other then, Drake Connors. The gold plate is underneath the picture and Brent reads it aloud for a good laugh**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Drake Connors, Hardcore Champion, Emperors Crown Champion. Hmmm that was a let down, I thought he was a household name in Empire. Maybe he confused himself with his Indy years and Empire years. Easy mistake. He couldn’t compete with the likes of Jeff Hardy, Tony Tran, Chris Simmons etc. It may be one more title then I held in the Empire, but that European Championship was enough.

[[**Brent notices the hall of fame section on the wall, he begins to creep down the wall as the floor board make noises to every footstep Daley takes. Brent walks and checks out the names of superstars and there achievements. As he gets to the end, a puzzled look is upon Brent Daley’s face, he relooks up the hall of fame and back down. Confused really hits Brent**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
”This is it. Drake Connors isn’t even on the hall of fame. Shit, how bad is that, talk yourself up to be some great superstar and yet there isn’t anything or much to show for it. Just a couple of title regins and big head and a massive ego. Truth is, I knew Drake Connors wasn’t all the hype he made himself out to be, I mean aligned alongside Triple H and Ethan Jones, thats enough to show sometime that his just part time gimmick in fill in the time slot before the main event.

[[**Brent claps the dust of his hands and walks around. smell is of a horrendous scent, almost as if something had died ponders through the rooms as the wind blows. Daley stops and looks into the distance, he sees a shadow and stares to try and make out the object, he ponders and ponders then finally walks towards the object. He comes to a filing cabinet, the key still in the keyhole. Brent turns to find files still in it. He flicks through and comes across the file named “Brent Daley”. Picking it up, he goes through and finds his contract, and stapled is his letter of release.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Flash-forward now to this day, and this time. I’ve become someone I’ve always wanted to be and I’ve left this all behind. I’ve slowly developed into someone I consider an idol for children who had gone through the life, and bull shit I endured. Everything I’ve worked for, and everything I’ve dreamed of is coming true, except one thing… standing alone, standing tall and proud as the greatest WWCF to grace the company.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
This coming Sunday Night, Legacy will show the world its dominance. This Sunday; Extreme shows its power, and proof that it is the only way to win. Climbing ladders, retrieve championships is basic, controlling the Extreme and Hardcore is skill and thats one thing Drake lacks.....Skill. Will he succeed? Of course not. I’ll be damned if everything I’ve worked for, and everything I had to endure in my life, was brought to an abrupt halt at the hands of Drake Connors, History shows he was hype, modern day proves, I am AMAZING.”

[[**Brent walks back towards the entreance of the building. Brent slowly begins making his way up the walkway, passing the muck or garbage, and debris. He doesn’t look back, he looks forth and towards to path ahead, the future in front of him.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
”Everything I’ve had to go through. The entire tough, and life threatening challenges, I’ve had are nothing if I can’t prove to be the man I set out to be, from the Empire. A loss wouldn’t just be a defeat in the ring, but a win for Drake would be a ego boost to his system, Sunday Night will be my revelation of life all over again. Drake Connors prepare to perish at the hands of itsmy power, and fall to our knees in defeat.. Together Legacy… will prevail. Defeat is never, and will never… be an option.”

[[** He pauses and considers looking around to the house but doesn’t, he has a disgusted look on his face as he walks out, down the garbage filled isle and to the streets. Brent embraces the fresh air and continues to walk down the path of success. The camera fades with Brent’s final words.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
”I’ve come to far, to turn back now!”

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[[**The scene opens up outside the hallway. The Coach is talking to one of the crew guys about something. The guy reaches into one of the trunks and pulls out a microphone. Coach thanks the guy and walks down the hallway. He walks to a door that has a picture of the Legacy Championship on it, and says Brent Daley. Coach decides he's going to skip knocking on the door and he opens it up. The Extremist is sitting at a table looking at his laptop. He has a smile on his face, and you can see his pants pulled down to his knees. He looks up and sees Coach standing there and he yells at him.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! Get the hell out of here!

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
I'm sorry. I didn't know....

[[**The camera shows the door standing wide open. Madison McKenzie who once had a relationship with Brent Daley walks by and catches a glimpse. She looks at Brent and gets a smile on her face.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
NOW!!!!

[[**Coach turns around and slams the door shut. His face turns flush and he slowly paces back and forth. A couple moments later the door opens again, and Brent steps out.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
What did you see in there, Coach?

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
N-N-N-Nothing!

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
That's right NOTHING! What you saw was meant for me and lovely girl ONLY! You got it? As far as anyone's concerned, you saw NOTHING!

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
R-R-Right. Yeah, Nothing.

[[**Coach looks down at Daley's lower area, and he gets a wierd look on his face. He looks back up to see Brent staring at him, looking like he's ready to hit him.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
It’s my prematch ritual, got it? Now, what the hell did you want that was so important that you had to come barging into my room in the first place?

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
Well, I wanted to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Go ahead, Coach, You’ve already wrecked the mood now..

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
Sunday Night you face Drake Connors.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Oh yes. The AMAZING Drake Connors. People tell me I should be scared. I should be worried about my career. What is there to worry about? The guy has no grudge against me like I have nothing against him. This is just a match that we were thrown into by Jason Sanders, a match Drake Connors doesn’t even deserve. The man that does charity work, comes back, attacks the Co-owner, threats the other co-owner and not gets a title shot. , Aw man, Come on, Give him the Noble Peace Prize, he deserves that more then facing Legacy Champ, Brent Daley. But I suppose thats how it works, next week coach, I might march up to Jason Sanders, wipe his ass, tickle Shane McMahon and rescue a beach whale and hope that next PPV, Im in the World Heavyweight Championship match. Coach, I'm going to go out to that ring, and I'm going to give it everything I got. You know why? Because I'm not scared. I'm not scared to lose Coach. But you know what, I wont lose.. It's that simple.

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
Rumor has it that Drake Connors as just entered the arena.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Him showing up is a good thing, because his kid his expecting will so know his daddy is nothing but a failure. Lucky for him coach, The Good Die Young, cause this old man will prove that you can teach old dogs new tricks. Cause his old dog, knows how to climb ladders. Dogs may retrieve sticks, Brent Daley retrieves title belts.

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
Well, good luck in your match tonight, Brent

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Thanks, Coach, for what it's worth. And what did you see a few minutes ago?

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
Um....Nothing?

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Nothing is right. Now, you can go and tell your friends that you saw NOTHING! Because if you saw something, I swear to God I'm going to kill...

[[**Suddenly, Shane Mcmahon comes into the screen.**]]

"CO-OWNER" Shane McMahon
Is there a problem here?

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
I didn't see Anything!

"CO-OWNER" Shane McMahon
What? I didn't ask if you...Never mind. You're hard to understand sometimes Coach. I heard you screaming and thought something might be up.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Nope, nothing at all. I was just putting emotion into my match. You know I always give 110%, and this just helps. Coach here, he didn't see anything. I don't know why he's got his panties all in a bunch.

"CO-OWNER" Shane McMahon
Well, good. I'll leave you two be then. Good luck tonight, Brent. I put you up against Drake, because I wanted you to get revenge on that asshole for what he did. You can handle it, can't you?

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Sure thing. I've dealt with people who came back from the dead before. It will be no problem.

"CO-OWNER" Shane McMahon
Well, he didn't exactly come back from....You know what, Nevermind. You two are strange sometimes. See you later, Extremist.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Later, Boss.

[[**Shane Mcmahon walks away, and Daley turns around and stares at Coach.**]]

"COACHMAN" Johnathon Coachman
I didn't see nothing. I swear....

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[[**Brent Daley is sitting out in the crowd. The seats are empty and sitting in a chair with his legs up on the front of another one. He looks into the camera and begins to talk.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Many times I wondered, what it was like to see the ring from the crowd's point of view. And I have to say, the view from here is just awesome. Whoever sits in this seat will be one lucky person...they get a good view of the ring, the superstars coming out, and,,,I sat in this chair. HAHA, it's kind of funny isn't it? Well, Drake Connors, I don't see anything funny about it. The only funny thing I see here tonight, is your ugly bitch ass face! What's the matter Connors? Are you scared? Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt, right? WRONG! I know you're scared. Me, sitting in this empty arena, kind of gives me a chill. Just a couple hours from now, I will be about 100 feet from where I am now, inside that ring, surrounded with ladders and you. HAHA, the good times. I am so excited, that little junior in my pants can't stay down..! As a matter of fact, they're pulling out all the ladders right now....stacking them ready for our match

[[**The camera turns around, to see men the ladders out beside the ring, up the ramp and under the ring. Some workers test ladders to comply with health and safety. The camera looks back at Brent Daley**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Doesn't that just make you shiver, Drake? I know it makes me shiver. It gives me the chills all over. Just me and you, Dark Angel. Just ME AND YOU!! This is it, this is for all the marbles. This match settles it all, the winner of this Ladder match will the undeterred champion between us two. It's kind of funny, you know. Me and you have have returned back in the last couple of month, but only difference is, I’ve completed much more then you have. And in each one of those matches, it was me coming out on top. ME ME ME! I know you're scared to step into there with me, because there's no telling what a man like me is capable of doing. Hell, I'll admit it, I'm kind of scared of the fucking thing, because I know your out to make a bang on your return. But then I think to myself, what is there to be scared of? If I get hurt, I get hurt. If I die, then this will know that I put in a damn good 200% effort in this match. Think about it, Drake. It's a lose lose situation for you. No matter what happens in that match tonight, I can guarantee you that you will never be satisfied with the outcome. No matter what happens, I will be there to haunt you in your dreams. But, on the other hand, I really don't have to worry about you at all. I know you can't hurt me. And that makes me kind of sad :(. Kind of sad, that it's going to be me the fans look up to after this match. Sad that I always have to come out on top against you. And SAD That when this match is over, I know I won't get the pain and suffering that I deserve for all my sins! You will, God will strike down upon your darkness and shine the light upon greatness, upon The Legacy Champion.! Tonight, just a couple hours from now, it will be me and you...one on one. ONE ON ONE! With ladders surrounding up, Large Ladders, Small ladders, ladders to the Heavens. Just ME AND YOU! I can't wait, Drake, can you? Because I can't wait until me and you get into that ring, and that bell rings, and the crowd goes completely quiet as they watch the steele ladders, crash right into your body. Drake Connors, if you had any balls at all, you wouldn't be hiding from me! If you had balls, you wouldn't be scared to face me. Because I'm not scared of you! I'm scared of the demons you bring! The demon's that are released when the first bell rings! The Demons that Talk to you, and tell you to beat the living hell out of everything that gets in you way! The sound of the bell, thats when your destiny awaits! You're time here is numbered Dark Angel, it's only a matter of time before I send you right back to Japan where you came from, back to pushing brooms and sweeping for survivors.! You will know that you aren't worthy of the Legacy Champion, and you will know that your time is UP AND OVER WITH! Some say my time has come and gone already, Drake, but the fact of the matter is, since I returned two months ago, I am just getting started. My Booming career is just getting started. The accomplishments I have achieved are nothing compared to the accomplishments that I will achieve in the up and coming years. When I re claim the WWCF, with just a flick of my wrist!! That's all I've got to say. And when it's all said and done, and Im standing on top of that ladder in the middle of the ring, I will be Legacy Champion. Times running out Connors, you better think fast, because in just a couple hours I'm coming for you, and what I plan on doing for you will be PRICELESS! Just a couple hours before your time is done...FOREVER! Don't say I didn't warn you....