.:Introduction:.
~*It's been awhile since I've visited Kentucky. Why? Because lately I haven't had the ability to train. To get back to basics and to get back in shape and on track. Lying in a hospital bed isn't fun and it sickens me. I've always hated being in one for the longest time. Some doctors tell you what makes your ears happy and some give you the real deal. When me and J Stevenson put our bodies on the line at Retribution, it was for a just cause. To show that we can put on a entertaining show for the fans and deliver our promises and in the end we completed the task. Now what...do we just sit back and collect pay checks by doing absolutely nothing? No instead we're gonna do our best to be known in CHZ and all across the world as...the best tag team. The best that has ever been seen and just being the best....period. In this we will have to face obstacles that we will have to overcome. Some might easy...but most...will be difficult. Nowadays people like Ryan Knite and Keyser Soze just don't get the idea of where we are coming from and just don't know when to and when to not keep their mouths open and let their talent do the REAL talking. Their egos get the better of them and that's where they fall victim. Individuals like these are their own worse enemy and soon they'll get the picture. What does Kentucky have to do with any of this?.....Simple. It's time for me to head back to my "roots" and back to school with a longtime, loyal friend Marcus McMichael or Double M for short. Me and Double M go back to our college days where I was a sophomore and he was a junior. We both fell in love with wrestling and we both dropped out of Michigan University to chase the dream. No one said I would make it, that I was too stubborn..and that I didn't have what it took. People talked dirty about me and talking down to me as a person and as a pro-wrestling when all along Double M didn't. Mark was never the brightest but always the popular one when it came to school. Mark stood up for me when no didn't and showed me some stuff and words of advice when no one else volunteered. Marcus was always a good friend to me but now Double M lives in Kentucky. Married with an infant girl named Gloria. He's in his lower thirties and has a beautiful wife named Sharon. Sometimes she can act like a bitch and sometimes she can act like a true friend. Heh, I guess her time of the month occurs more than once. Anyway...after searching for a mentor for quite sometime...and failing I decided to give Double M the shot. Why? Because he's the go to guy when shit gets tough. Mark understands people and he always delivers the right advice for the right situations. In Marcus' free time he usually likes to hang out in his "dojo" and relax. Since his career ended after one too many concussions, the doctors don't want him doing anymore wrestling or strenuous workouts. At times the news of never wrestling and fulfilling his life long dream depresses him but he has the face the music sometimes. Double M's training facility is located in the outside of Louisville, Kentucky or for some....the outskirts. Mark likes to call it a dojo because he claims it sounds better and more professional. I guess it works for him because young stars from all around the state come to train there. Seeing as Mark can't do everything by himself he decided to hire some people that would help some of the newcomers and one of the students was J Stevenson. I couldn't train him the tricks of the trade without showing the true Elite Impact Player to the enforcer himself...Double M. Some like Mark and some hate him but I like him because either way he keeps doing what he love and he does it with his head held high. Today I don't head to Canada to do my usual training...I'm returning to Kentucky who I hope gives me some words to the wise.~*

"RING!!!.....RING!!!.....RING!!!" A vibration is felt on my right pocket as I'm heading to Double M's dojo. Who can it be?

"RING!!!.....RING!!!.....RING!!!" Dammit I'm driving here and I can't drive and talk on the phone. That's distracting...plus I believe it's illegal. I wish I knew who the hell it was though.

"RING!!!.....RING!!!..." FUCK this may be an important phone call, disobeying the law won't hurt this time right?

"Hello?" I finally slow down the car at a corner and turn down the music as I can hear a deep voice on the other hand.

"Sean is this you?" A voice speaks. There are a lot of people Sean...maybe this anonymous person has the wrong number.

"Yes, this is Sean Andretti. Who may I be speaking with?" I'm a little worried who this is as it can be anyone calling me. There's a hesitation and a loud whistle on the other line similiar to a tea kettle and this mysterious person clears his throat.

"This is Marcus McMichael. Sean are you getting here or not?" Ahh good thing it's good old Double M. I thought it was some sick freak out there playing a prank.

"Yes, matter of fact I'm right in front of the dojo" It seemed like a coincidence at first but that old warehouse across the street from me looked familiar. I remembered Double M mentioning that it looked like a warned down piece of shit from the outside but it being even better inside. I guess it all depends on what his definition of better is. It's been such a long time since I use to train on the weekends. Good thing I had a driver's license back then. I twist the key that's in my rental Nissan Altima and begin to suck up the cold air conditioned air that's starting to fade away to hot air. With the key out of the ignition, I exit the vehicle and look to see whether or not I'm leaving any items in the car that'll spark a thieve's interest. After not finding anything of value, I begin to walk towards the dojo and turn and point my keys at the car to lock it up. Cheap ass car rental company didn't even come with a club or anything to secure the steering wheel or car with for that matter. I bet someone with that black Toyota Supra down the street will probably steal that before they even start thinking of my piece of shit. Anyway I make my way towards the poor looking warehouse and when I get to the door I hear a voice....

"Sean, turn around!" Thinking that someone else is calling someone else on this block named Sean I ignore it and proceed to knock on the door.

"Aye, Vladimir Guerrero, TURN AROUND!!!!!" Now this time I can tell that the comments before were directed to me because I'm wearing a Montreal Expos jersey. When I turn around I see Marcus McMichael wearing some casual clothing. I smile and I walk up to him and we smile at each other as we hug. Ahh...the memories.

"long time, eh?" I said as we starting walking towards his house which is almost a block over.

"Yeah man it is. You're lookin' good" He said. It's finally great to be with one of my old friends again. We've been through hell and back.

"I always do Mark, where are we going?" I said as we begin to cross the street. I think we are going to his house but I'm not exactly sure why.

"You're going to be in town for a few days...we'll take this one day and step at a time. It's all about patience Sean." At this point we are at Double M's home. It really doesn't look that bad. The only bad side is I'm sweating like crazy. We enter Marcus' house and I proceed to sit on a couch in the living room as Marcus locks the door and heads towards the kitchen.

"Have a seat, make yourself comfortable" I guess Marcus didn't see me take a seat on the couch. Anywho I sit and look around at a Samsung Television in front of me and a PlayStation 2 and Madden 2004 being played but held on pause. Double M is a huge Dallas Cowboy's fan and I like the Raiders. We never got along when it came to football because his predictions would always be right...I lost a lot of money off of bets to Mark. Coincidentally the Cowboys are playing the Raiders and just by the paused screen alone I can tell it's the fourth quarter with his 'Boys trailing 6-0 and it's 2nd and 8 with 1:01 time left. Being tempted by this situation I begin to sneak and shift to the controller that was left on the floor as Mark is in the kitchen occuping himself.

"Hey Sean?" Mark said. I have the console placed in my hands and begin to play the game.

"Yeah, what's shakin'?" Mark is a huge fan of the fantasy draft mode so with Michael Vick being quarterback I toss the ball to halfback Emmitt Smith and he rushes 7 yards for the first. With time rolling on the clock I press select to call a timeout.

"You want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" I'm now trying to decide whether or not I should pass the ball to one of M's receivers or to rush it with Emmitt as the play clock isn't on my side for this play. I'm hungry today though.

"No thanks man" I look back to see that Mark is coming with a small cup of tea and a coaster. He balances the cup towards the coffee table and then makes his way to my direction as my 5 yard short pass to Keyshawn Johnson is complete.

"Thought you didn't like the Cowboys" A grin comes upon my face. I shoot him a "shut the fuck up" glance as I've chosen my next play.

"I don't" As if he wasn't expecting that. My next play comes to a close as Mark grabs a remote and turns off the television and Playstation 2 as I don't even have time to celebrate. I then look at him pissed.

"Hey!!!.....what the f----" Mark cuts me off.

"We aren't here to play games Sean. This is all about business and it's time to be serious." I shrug as I move to the couch I was previously sitting in. Double M cracks his knuckles and his neck as he sighs and goes back to his cup.

"Well I hope you saved that game" Maybe this wasn't the right to say that but...ahh well.

"I have it covered...don't worry": Marcus McMichael raises his cup towards his mouth as he blows and then takes a sip of his steaming hot tea. I feel sorry for people who get that hot shit poured on them.

"You came to me to train and to gain advice. Sean you came to me because you felt the other mentors were just telling you what you wanted. Sean you don't want that and I don't want to be that way. I'm gonna lay it out for you and tell you my opinions and my thoughts whether you like it or not. If you decide to take the advice...is on you. Am I clear?"

"Crystal" Double M is always full with intensity. I wonder why. I guess that's from staying at home and with me being his only hope..in the ring that is.

"Sean...let's cut the bullshit. I saw what you did and I was disappointed" I look around Double M's living room that's full of pictures and try to wonder how could he feel this way.

"Why am I disappointed?....it's because of your recent actions in CHZ and it doesn't sit with me....not at...all" I'm flabbergasted at what Mark is saying and I'm really confused.

"You're disappointed in me winning the CHZ Tag Team Championships?" I ask still in a confused state of mind.

"No Sean, the hospital. What you said at the hospital." Oh now I'm following Mark. He's disappointed because about 6 pricks don't wanna shut their traps and standing up for myself. Maybe making Double M was a mistake...or maybe not. Who knows.

"You see Sean, you addressed issues that didn't even concern you when instead you should focus at the task at hand and that's facing and getting the job done against Drayton MacPhereson. I know how much you want to end the stroke of the Triumvirate but take it from me if your mind is wondering off on other issues besides your own you WILL lose. You have to do nothing more and nothing less. Going out and causing conflict verbally will not prove nothing at all. Instead you sadly might get jumped like IWEF, remember that?"

"Yeah I remember but CHZ is different" Double M nods his head as he doesn't seem too thrilled.

"No it isn't. Calling and challenging people to fights isn't the right way to go about things. You'll always have your opportunity to defeat Ryan Knite, Keyser Soze, Matt Helms and the others but for RIGHT now...you gotta put everything you have at Wild in the ring against Drayton MacPhereson. You can't underestimate this guy...he was a former Alpha and United States Champion. He obviously didn't win it with the Triumvirate's help and won't get any help on Wednesday. Don't let anything get in the way of this match and good luck." I guess Marcus is right. Starting and picking fights with guys is not exactly the smartest thing to do. I know soon enough these guys will fall victim to the EIP. It just all takes time. Maybe I should work on my patience because if I don't be patient....THAT is what is gonna cause me to lose and lose everything I have going for me.

"You're right...and Double M, Thanks" I begin to get up and walk towards the front door as we smack each other a five.

"No problem, maybe you should get some rest...you'll need it." He's right and for some reason he always is

"Yeah I'll do that, I guess I'll head back here after Wild for some training" I'm outside and I'm ready to walk down the street to my car as Mark looks a bit tired too.

"You bet. I'll see you then."

"Fine with me" I go to my pockets and fiddle around until I can find my keys to the rental as me and Mark say our last goodbyes.

.:Scene:.
~*Sean Andretti walks down the block, the same way he traveled to Marcus' home and then he reaches his car. He points the keys at the automobile and presses the button to unlock the car and then hops in. The Canadian Sensation yawns as he sticks his key in the ignition and turns it as the car begins to come on. The car gets cooled up a bit as the air conditioning returns and Sean Andretti turns on the radio. He searches for something reasonable to listen to as he stumbles upon a station playing "Eat You Alive" by Limp Bizkit. The Canadian Sensation moves his head to the beat as he moves the stick shift from park to drive and slowly starts to drive down the road. While driving Andretti hits a red light and stops. He then turns down the radio as he clears his throat and waits for the light to change.~*

The Canadian Sensation: You know Double M made a point back there. Why bother huh? Why bother listening to the same bullshit from Ryan Knite, Keyser Soze and these other people. Just why should I put up a fight verbally in which will feel like pulling teeth to get you guys to understand the idea and when I can put up an even bigger fight inside a ring. Instead of just wasting my breath on you individuals and trying to challenge you all at once, I'll do the smart thing and show you all...slowly....one by mother f(bleep)king one why we're Elite and you're not. Incase you haven't gotten the idea from the song, we can eat you and your careers ALIVE!!!!!

~*The light finally turns green as Sean Andretti winds the window of the car down with the push of a button. The Canadian Sensation then parks his car on a residential street as he sits and thinks to himself.~*

The Canadian Sensation: (Murmurs) Tsk...tsk....just when exactly...WHEN will they understand.

~*Sean Andretti nods his head as a look in his eyes tells the cameras that he means business.~*

The Canadian Sensation: I've just about had enough. Enough of all this Elite Impact Players rebelling bullshit. You've had your jokes of what EIP meant in your opinions and it simply wasn't funny. We aren't here to be liked from people like Ryan Knite and we definately aren't here to please anyone. I think we've done that way too many times in the past. Or well I have. I've stated that we are here for fun and if you didn't know...I suggest you ask somebody. My next choice of words is directed exclusively to Ryan Knite. A guy who has really started to get under my skin and piss me off. Ryan Knite it's not the fact that you basically said I was jealous of you, it's the fact that you continuously bring up Shawn Hunt and Dark Archer. Ryan we all know you've beat them but it's over with and it's time to just....move on. Defeating Dark Archer and Shawn Hunt doesn't allow you bragging rights to anything...ANYTHING. The only thing it allowed you to do was win the CHZ Hardcore Title and that you have done. Knite just get on with your silly excuse of a life that you like to call your CHZ career. Ryan I'm not jealous of you...not by a long shot and why would I be. Just because you have the Hardcore Title?.....give me a fucking break dude. You have nothing I want and nothing I really need. People such as yourself I enjoy to squash and spit on. You Ryan are all dog and no bark. Or you are all man but no testicles. Knite today everyone has high hopes for you and then the next.....they are betting and scheming against you to fail. Here's a business lesson number one...Don't Trust Anybody and looking at the way you're heading you're gonna be another one of Matt's ass kissers. Ryan Knite you want or need something to talk or brag about?....brag about trying to beat me...because that's all you'll ever do is try. You try to sound cool, you try to act like you're god's gift to the CHZ and you try to act like you have the nuts to back up whatever comes out of that mouth of your's because all I hear is air. Wanna prove yourself? Prove it to me. Put your title up or not..I don't care you decide whether you wanna lose it or not...it does NOT phase me. Just another piece of gold to add to my growing room of dreams...that's how I see it.

~*Amped up, Sean Andretti leaves the car and leans on it. He sees a few cars whizzing by as he sighs and stares at a local camera.~*

The Canadian Sensation: You know what's funny?...the Triumvirate and Ryan Knite are both the same. They are both attention and control freaks and will do anything at all costs. These 5 are the same because they just can't seem to down to Earth and face reality. But on Wednesday, they will be facing their future and reality. You see Keyser and Drayton, I want you two to look into MY eyes and tell me what you see. You don't see fear...no, no you see a man, a myth and a legend that's gonna give you a run for your money and is coming after ya. Oh yeah baby we're coming but unlike the British man...we're going to win this fight to the death. See I'm not here to show everyone that I'm the best in singles competition and to go after the world title. Uh-uh I've proven that I'm in the best alone one too many times but instead this time...I'm here to become the best tag team champion the world has ever seen. Drayton, Petapaw, Franchise, Keyser...here, here. We don't fear you and we know what we got ourselves into and we've explained that. Now it's time to put my money where my mouth is and on Wild I plan to do that but no matter who wins...heh, which will be us...Triumvirate...this bud is certainly for you.

~*Sean Andretti enters and turns on his car as he speeds away as the atmosphere slowly starts to fade to black.~*

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