[The Legacy Begins.....Again]
There's more than what meets the eye. Therefore you all are.....

Blind; adjective
Sightless.
Hidden from sight; difficult to discern, make out, or discover.
Having no opening for light or passage.

.:The cameras open up backstage at the American West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona. The cameras steadily move through the corridors and we hear the sounds of some of the lights being turned off. We then take a sharp left down one corridor and as we turn we catch a glimpse of a door. This door is one of a locker room and from the door we hear the tunes of the heavy metal band Metallica. Ironically, the song that we hear is titled "Some Kind of Monster". While hearing these tunes that echoes throughout the warm...late night...empty corridors of the American West Arena, the cameras slowly approach the locker room door and opens it. Inside of the locker room, we see that a large stereo lies on top of one of the light brown lockers...where the music is coming from. To our left is the bathroom of the locker room...and from the locker room appears Chaos Heat Zone superstar, Marcus Menace. Marcus Menace has a brush in his left hand and with his right hand he fixes his goatee. Menace moves to the music and walks to his locker where he puts his brush inside of his gym bag. Marcus tries to zip his gym bag but is having several problems with the bag, so he pushes whatever he has inside down and successfully zips his bag. Marcus Menace then looks at himself from head to toe and straightens out his T-Shirt that reads "Unholy Alliance" on the front...and "It all begins...again" on the back, which has a white skeleton skull on top of the words. The song "Some Kind of Monster" hits its final words and its final beats and it finally concludes. After the conclusion of the song, the next one picks up and Marcus Menace swings his bag around his shoulder but a knock on the locker room door surprises him and makes him drops his bag in shock. Marcus Menace turns around and looks at the person who knocked at the door. We come to find out that the person who knocked on the door was none other than Unholy Alliance member Mitchell Davis.:

Marcus Menace: Mitch...you son of a bitch.

Mitchell Davis: What'd I do?

Marcus Menace: You scared the living shit out of me...that's what you did.

Mitchell Davis: Well...I'm sorry.

Marcus Menace: So, what brings you here?

Mitchell Davis: It isn't really what brings me here...it's really what they bring here.

Marcus Menace: They?...Mitch, what the hell are you talking about man?

Mitchell Davis: Watch this.

.:Marcus Menace turns off his stereo and as he does that, Mitchell Davis goes to the locker room door and signals for someone to enter. Mitchell Davis enters the room and behind him comes Marcus Menace's wife Sharon. Once Sharon enters the room, Mitchell signals for the door once again and in the locker room comes running his seven year old daughter Gloria. Marcus Menace's face lights up with joy as Gloria runs to the arms of her father.:

Gloria: Daddy!!!!!

Marcus Menace: Gloria!!!!!

.:Gloria jumps at Marcus Menace and Marcus catches her in his arms. They share a hug as Sharon and Mitchell Davis look at each other smiling. When the hug between Marcus Menace and his daughter Gloria is done with, Marcus walks over to his wife and they both share a hug...followed by a passionate kiss.:

Mitchell Davis: I figured you would like what I had in store.

Marcus Menace: Like it?...Mitch, this has got to be by far the best thing you have done for me. I don't know how to repay you.

Mitchell Davis: No need to repay me man. This right here reminds me of old times. Ah, the good old days.

Marcus Menace: Don't worry Mitch, in due time we will be back to business just like those days.

Mitchell Davis: I hope so.

Marcus Menace: By the way, Mitch...did you happen to catch the show the other night?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah, I happened to see the show the other night. It was strictly off the chain.

Sharon: Yeah baby. We all saw what you did and I am just so proud of you.

.:Sharon gives Marcus a kiss on the cheek and then grabs her daughter Gloria and brings her to Menace's face where she can give him a kiss also.:

Marcus Menace: Well...uh...thanks.

Gloria: No problem daddy. We love you.

Marcus Menace: I love you too...my little pop tart.

.:Marcus Menace leans down and tickles Gloria who cannot refrain from laughing.:

Mitchell Davis: I hope you are having fun...but we have got to leave soon.

Sharon: Leave for where?

Mitchell Davis: We have got to leave for Vegas.

Sharon: Vegas?...Marcus...you never told me we were going to Vegas. Is this true?

Marcus Menace: Sharon. What Mitchell is saying is true. We do have to leave for Vegas.

Sharon: Why are we going to Las Vegas?

Marcus Menace: We are going there for the pay-per-view that the Chaos Heat Zone is putting on called Sins of Summer Four.

Sharon: I don't like the sound of this.

Marcus Menace: Sharon, I know and I understand perfectly. I know you still have a hatred for what I do...but I can't just quit what I do on a week by week basis. Therefore, that is why I have set up everything so that you and Gloria can have an enjoyable time together.

Sharon: Doing what?...gambling with my own daughter?!

.:Marcus Menace puts a hand on Sharon's shoulder.:

Marcus Menace: No. Sharon, please calm down.

Sharon: No, Marcus. I can't. I can't sit around and watch my husband get beat up in front of people for a living. This "life" of yours is barbaric and it is just making me sick.

Marcus Menace: Sharon, I understand...but you have to put yourself in my shoes. Sharon, you know the only reason that I am doing this is so we can have a better life...and besides wouldn't you rather want me fight for what I believe is right...chase my dreams and relive my days all over again...do something that I am good at...instead of be a bouncer at a strip club?...wouldn't you rather me do what you hate...instead of me staring at nude women all day?

.:Marcus Menace holds the hand of his wife and they look at each other in the eyes. Mitchell Davis then steps in between the married couple.:

Mitchell Davis: I don't mean to interrupt this charade...but we have gots to go. I got money to win and games to play.

.:Sharon and Marcus Menace looks at the anxious Mitchell Davis and he gives them a crooked...but nervous looking smile. Sharon then runs her fingers through her hair and sighs.:

Sharon: Marcus, you win. I am going to stand by you...but promise me...that you will not hurt yourself at this event that we are going to.

Mitchell Davis: Can you please hurry this up...I hear the slots calling my name. Don't you hear that?...they're saying...Mitchell!!!...Mitchell!!!...Mitchell!!!...Mitch.....

Marcus Menace: Shut it, Davis. Look, Sharon...I don't want to go back to working as a bouncer in a strip joint...because if I did...I would be there...instead of here in Phoenix. I decided to follow my heart and finish my career on the right foot. It may sound selfish and I can be selfish sometimes...and I am sorry for that...but you will get what you want. Sharon, I promise that I will not hurt myself at Sins of Summer Four.

Mitchell Davis: Are you done here?

Marcus Menace: Yeah, we are done.

Mitchell Davis: It's about time. Slot machines...here I come!

.:Mitchell Davis pumps his fist in victory and then grabs Marcus' stereo that was on the top of his locker as Sharon rolls her eyes and exits through the locker room door with her daughter. Marcus Menace is the last to follow and swings his gym bag around his shoulder while dragging along in his right hand his suitcase. Marcus reaches the entrance of the door, puts his bag down and turns off the light to his locker room. The trio of Sharon, Gloria, Mitchell Davis and Marcus Menace walk down the corridors of the American West Arena...with Mitchell leading the pack. Mitchell then reaches the entrance of the American West Arena and opens the door for Sharon, Gloria and Marcus Menace who follows through it. They walk down the pavement that leads to the silver Chrysler PT Cruiser that is owned by Marcus Menace...and is parked in the front of the arena...and once they reach the vehicle, Mitchell Davis opens the back of the car and places Marcus' stereo there. Marcus Menace unlocks the car and Sharon and Gloria enter the vehicle. Sharon enters on the passengers side and Gloria sits in the back of the car on the left side. While Sharon and Gloria make themselves comfortable fixing their seatbelts inside of the car, Marcus Menace swings his gym bag from around his back and puts it in the back of the car. Followed by lifting up his suitcase from off of the ground and putting it in the back also. Marcus slams the back of the car shut and Mitchell Davis exits the vehicle from the back. Marcus Menace slowly walks to the drivers seat of the Chrysler PT Cruiser and enters while looking at the structure of the American West Arena. Menace gets inside of the vehicle and sits down. He looks at his wife and then the arena and as he begins to place the car keys inside of the ignition, he swings open the door and takes a long hard look at the arena once more. The camera then moves in on Mitchell Davis, who looks as if he is about to cry. Mitchell exits the car also and looks at Marcus Menace who appears to be fascinated with the American West Arena.:

Mitchell Davis: What are you doing?...I thought we were going to the slot machines...and the betting tables...and the.....

Marcus Menace: Shut up, Mitchell. I can't leave Phoenix this way. I can't just leave my home this way. Not without doing what is right. Not without leaving my mark here...again.

Mitchell Davis: Lord...what does this crazy man have in mind?...all Mitchell Davis wanted to do was gamble. Can't a man gamble?

.:Mitchell Davis holds his hand up to the sky in prayer as Marcus Menace shuts his car door and walks to the entrance of the arena...but not before Mitchell Davis holds on to his arm.:

Marcus Menace: Have you lost your mind?

Mitchell Davis: No...but I wanna gamble!

Marcus Menace: Maybe you should just go to Vegas then.

Mitchell Davis: I can't. You have the car keys.

Marcus Menace: Well, I guess that's your problem...isn't it?

Mitchell Davis: But.....

Marcus Menace: And isn't gambling what got you bankrupt the first time around?

Mitchell Davis: Well...yeah...but.....

Marcus Menace: But nothing. All I need for you to do is screw up and make us lose our money. We do co-own a company together...remember that?

Mitchell Davis: Yeah.

Marcus Menace: So, we need all the money we can get. That means...you don't gamble.

Mitchell Davis: Then...what can I do?

Marcus Menace: How does wait in the car sound?

Mitchell Davis: Aww.....

.:Mitchell Davis holds his head down in disappoint and goes back to the PT Cruiser. Meanwhile, Marcus Menace continues walking...until he reaches the front door of the American West Arena. Marcus lounges around and after a few seconds of fidgeting, finally finds something to lean against. He looks up at the big bright words that read "American West Arena", smiles and then slightly turns his focus from the letters on the building to the cameras.:

Marcus Menace: Phoenix, Arizona. The American West Arena. My home away from home. I have been saying...and thinking...the same thing over the last several days...but you just don't know the feeling. You just can not...and would not...understand my view...and where I am coming from until you have experienced what I have experienced. You could not feel what I have, until you have been in my shoes. I just could not describe the feeling that I felt when my hand was raised in victory...but it was not only the victory that I found to be bittersweet. What I found to be bittersweet was the fact that this victory came across in my own home. This victory came at my old stomping grounds here at the American West Arena. Inside of this home that I made...was where I made friendships...and where I ended them. Where I had my fair share of glory and fame...but also my fair share of defeats and let downs. The very arena where I had done it all. The very place where I established such a name for myself by beating my foes into oblivion...that they were this close...this close...to naming this place after me...and the feeling of having my career almost end here nearly two years ago...only to revive it again two and half years later...the feeling...it is just priceless. They call Yankee's Stadium the house that Ruth built...well this arena right here...is the house that Marcus Menace built. I know that last Wednesday night the fans were on their feet and booing me out of the building...but deep down inside of fans hearts...they were cheering for me and loving every single moment of it. That is one reason why I am back and one of the reasons I'm back here to do it all again for the last time. I don't bring up my past on purpose...to sell tickets...or to kill time...but to understand and get to know where you are going...you have to know where you have been...and while I am on this quest to retain my success and my legacy all over again...I can fully understand and accept my past. Therefore, I can expect for my future to be brighter than ever. But enough with this moment that is beginning to make my viewers vomit. Enough with all of this cliche shit. It's time for me to make...and show...the young ones at home and the young ones that reside in my very own company how the game is really played. It's time for me to go back and do what I used to do so well...and that is just telling the honest to fucking God truth.

.:Marcus Menace leans back and looks down at his Chrysler PT Cruiser to see what is going on. He sees no activity that is important to him...and carries on.:

Marcus Menace: The Truth...the truth...the truth. A word that...in the past few days...has been thrown around more than yesterday's garbage. I stand before you and all I hear is people claiming that what they are saying is the truth. The truth this...and the truth that...and you really want to know what the truth really is?...I'm sick of it!!!...I mean, I know there are individuals out there who would love to be me...but this has just became outrageous. This has gotten out of hand...and then you know what else has gotten out of hand...what occured last week.

.:Menace clears his throat and then stares at the camera from a distance.:

Marcus Menace: June 30, 2004. I made my debut and I faced Inferno. I shocked the world when I put Inferno down for the count. No one saw my victory coming. No one saw Brian Hulin interference coming...but then again...I never saw what Inferno said coming. I strongly believed that after Wednesday Night Wild had passed and when the dust had cleared...that the rivalry...and the hatred that had been brewing between me and Inferno would have been over with. But Inferno would not let bygones be bygones. The exact same way, he would not let me show him a little bit of the respect that I did show for him. But even after I defeated Inferno, he comes back wanting more. You know Inferno, there is one thing in life that is quite underrated...and that is heart. Inferno, they say that the worth of a man is measured by the size of his heart and Inferno...you have heart...no doubt about it. Not much intellect...but you have the heart of a champion. Maybe even the eye of the tiger...or.....maybe not. But before you jump for joy with what I said...I am not finished yet. To be honest, I have not even started with you yet. I strongly believed that after I had you down for the count that I would never ever hear you mention my name again. I believed that you would be out of my hair for the rest of my life. Then...I come to find out I was wrong. Not only did I find out that I completely wrong...but everything I had been telling you over the past week went right over your head. All of the advice and all of the things I had been telling you...you just missed it. I just don't understand you Inferno. I knew I should have gotten those cue cards mailed out to you. Once again, we are placed on square one, Inferno...and the reasons why I am giving you my time of the day are unknown...but I just have to get these final words from off of my chest. Hopefully you can follow along and understand clearly.

.:The cameras close in on Marcus Menace who now moves to a comfortable spot where he can sit.:

Marcus Menace: (Laughs) Inferno, I swear, you can be one of the most funniest men on this planet...and you would not even realize it. You proclaim to speak the truth. The truth that if...and I quote..."had Brian Hulin not come down to the ring I would have beat Menace". Do you not see the ignorance already?...do you not see how in just one line you have dug yourself another hole for yourself?...or how about this...do you see the key words in that sentence. The keyword, Inferno, is would have. You would have beaten me...but you didn't. You would have crippled me but you didn't. You would have sent me back to being a bouncer at a strip club...but you didn't. You would have ended my career...but you didn't. You would have taught me a lesson inside of the ring...but you didn't. Inferno, do you at least see where I'm going with this?...don't put the blame of your failure on the hands of Brian Hulin. Brian Hulin had nothing to do with you losing to me. It was just the better man defeating the weaker man. It was the hawk killing its prey...and so on. I told you all last week to focus your attention on the man that you were facing...but you didn't. You were too caught up in wanting a group to rebel against the Revolution...a group you have yet to form together. You were too caught up with interviews with your little boy. The point is, you were too caught up in your own...ego. In the end, that is what it all boils down to. That ostrasized ego that sits on the acorn sized head that is yours. Inferno, you blame Brian Hulin for your loss...but there is no one else in the Chaos Heat Zone to blame...but yourself. You can blame yourself for setting the standards for yourself a little bit too high. You can blame yourself for being so ridiculously stubborn that you can not...and probably will not...see what I am trying to tell you. But this is the all mighty Inferno we are talking about...correct?...I mean, Inferno, if you were even half the man you hyped yourself up to be then you would have kicked out after I hit you with that Menace 2 Society. If you were even half that superstar that you proclaim that you are, you would have adjusted to your plan that backfired and defeated me another way...and finally...if you were half the superstar that you claimed that you are then.....you would have defeated me!!!!!.....then you have the audicity to tell me that you were setting up traps for me...that all of my championship gold is equivalent to nothing in the Chaos Heat Zone...that I can not claim that I am a big bad ass until I have claimed something...ass-muffin...that's what I have been trying to tell you!!!!!.....Then you have the audicity to tell someone who has been in the game for years that once I become the world heavyweight champion of the Chaos Heat Zone then that is when I have reached the summit...that until that moment I will not receive any sort of respect. Wait a minute here...stop the fucking presses for a moment. First of all, Inferno, you held the world championship?!...and then secondly, you are telling me exactly what I have been trying to tell you. See, now I know you lack serious intellect because what you say makes no sense whatsoever.

.:Marcus Menace smirks.:

Marcus Menace: But no...it doesn't end there with you Inferno...this charade of stupidity carries on...and on and on. You say that you are marching on strong, well...that march my friend...just got called off. I have just had enough of you...and your childish like tantics. You want to bring up Sean Andretti...and what for?...what does Sean Andretti have to do with what is going on?...you want to tell the people how another "brilliant" plan of yours backfired?...you want to continue to keep reminding people of how I sent him there?...yeah, I sent him there. So...fucking...what. Why don't you tell the people, how you visited Sean when he is at one of the lowest point of his life...just to try and get several stragedies about me to win a match. Listen...you...I had reasons to send him there...reasons I won't repeat over and over and over again. I won't try and sound like a broken record for you, Inferno...but seems like to get things straight inside of your head...that is what you may need. Time and time again I have seen people like you Inferno. I have seen it...and heard it...all before in this business. One day you claim that you are God's gift to the wrestling industry. The next day, everyone takes a look at that gift and puts it right back on the shelf. Inferno, you are like that gift that is sitting there on the shelf...collecting dust. While you are that gift that is sitting on the shelf collecting cobwebs and dust, there is another gift that is out for the millions to enjoy. A gift that so many love to hate but cannot help but keep their attention on. This gift...is me. Inferno, your time in the sun has past...and as a man...you need to realize when to give it up. You need to step aside and let the real superstars do their job. You need to stop dwelling on your glory days and plan ahead for the future. And then you place me on your hit list, Inferno. What is a hit list going to do for me, Larry?...what is a hit list going to prove?...are you going to shoot at me?...I've been shot at before and I have recovered...it doesn't scare me. Just what does a hit list do for me?...it does nothing. It does not faze me and does not help the clear fact that you are just a confused...desperate man...and I feel really sorry for you. I feel sorry for the fact that no one will ever respect you for the competitor that you once were. That a man who has said...that he has meant so much to this company get defeated by me. Inferno, you can lie and try and weasel your way out of my words...but it is not possible. Inferno, you can say that you gave me an advantage by giving away to everyone that you have an injured knee...but then you look at me. A man who has suffered four concussions, a partically broken ankle, suffered cuts and bruises all throughout his body, has a seven year old daughter that I take care of, rehabbed like hell to get to this position and then...not only that...but is ten years older than you...and you were still defeated. I hope this enough to make you retire. I hope this is enough to make you see the sight. I doubt it...but then you will find some way to reinterpret my own words back to me...but then I will find some other way to embarrass you. This cycle will never end.

.:Marcus Menace gets up and shifts his attention towards the American West Arena.:

Marcus Menace: And even through all of this...even through all of the embarassment...you still grace the scene of the Chaos Heat Zone...and you are still at square one. You probably still do not understand where I am coming from...and it is so frustrating...but I won't let it get to me. See, Inferno, after defeating you...the fans of Phoenix, Arizona congratulated me. My fans and the mainstream media showed me some respect. I was even offered an endorsement deal after defeating you...but I did what any right man would do...and I declined the offer. I do not do this so I can be praised by the fans. I don't do this so I can receive compliments on my work across the board. I don't need any of that. What I truely need is the respect...something...even a week after I defeated you...I still do not receive. Even after I publicly told you to stop worrying about other issues and focus on what is right in front you...you still don't get it. Inferno, at Sins of Summer four...you are defending your Chaos Heat Zone Tag Team Championships against the Revolution. You are defending your championships against two men who are the future of this company. Two men who have already established themselves as prime time players. Two men...who if you do not give them your undivided attention...will completely destroy you. But Inferno, you continue to worry about me...and worry about your problems with Xear, your son, Stetas and just about anything that forms in your head...and I will be the one who will sit back and watch as those belts slowly come off of the waists of you and Xear. All because you never followed my advice.

.:Menace nods his head.:

Marcus Menace: And Inferno, I know why you are tuning in here tonight. I know the reasons why you are watching me talk about you. You believe that I will accept the challenge that you laid out and that I will continue to go through with this with you. But you...just like one so many other previous occasions...are wrong. I am not accepting your challenge...and Inferno, you can label me anything from a chicken shit...to a pussy...because in the end, it all means nothing. All of this time that I waste spewing off at the mouth about you is not even worth it...but I'm going through with it...because this is something that I have to do. I'm saying no to your challenge because...by accepting it, it will prove nothing...and I believe that I have spared you weeks of embarassment...and your career...or what is left of it...by doing so. You see Inferno, I have nothing left to prove to you. Nothing left to say. I have talked the talk on the streets and on film...and this past week I walked the walk when I defeated you. But I do not plan to dwell on this victory against you Inferno. I know that several weeks from now...my victory means nothing...but what I do plan to do is use this victory as a stepping stone. A stepping stone to rebuilding a career...and a legacy that did nothing but begin...again.

.:Marcus sits back down and with his hands firmly placed down in his lap, stares into the camera lens.:

Marcus Menace: Then, there is another individual that sparks my interest tonight. An individual that has so much history with Sean Andretti...but very little history with me. This individual decided he wanted to change all that...and decided it would be nice to speak of me. Isn't that right, Stevenson?...I remember you saying very little, but what captures my attention is when you said..."neither of them have the balls, neither of them have the courage to do that next big thing that puts them on the map". It is funny how Stevenson says this...all on the week in where the Unholy Alliance is planning something big. Something that when it comes to fruition, will upset you Stevenson in so many ways. It's always someone who is always trying to get the first word on us...but it never lasts long...considering we always receive the last laugh. Last week, I received the last laugh...but this week...as a group, the Unholy Alliance receives the last laugh as we pull out something from out of the bag, something so great, something so spectacular that it just excites me just thinking of it. And if it excites me this much, I can not wait to see what it does to you when you finally see it.

.:Marcus Menace rolls his neck around and then cracks his knuckles several times.:

Marcus Menace: I did not mean to do all of this on purpose, but there were just somethings that were floating in my mind. I decided to take things a little off-topic of what I wanted to do today...but now since I have gotten rid of those issues and I have taken care of them quite nicely I might add...I figure I would go back to number one on my agenda.

.:Marcus Menace laughs.:

Marcus Menace: Sins of Summer IV. This week, July 14, 2004, is where I make my Chaos Heat Zone pay-per-view debut...but also where I make my return back to pay-per-view. Pay-per-view events are the type of a events that make or break a company. Pay-per-view events are those in where you have to give it your all. In where you have to give the fans in attendance what they are paying for. Pay-per-view events are the type of events that I live for. And on my first event pay-per-view event, I have the liberty of locking up against Edward Hall. It sounds innocent, but ladies and gentlemen...there is more than what meets the eye. Edward Hall, just like Inferno, you are blind. You are blind to what I talk about...and everything I try to do...and if you believe in your heart and in your soul that this match and this small rivalry that we are in is over something as stupid as candy, then well...you are a stupid as you look.

.:Menace pauses.:

Marcus Menace: You see Edward, when I say there is more than what meets the eye, I mean that there is more than what you see. That what you see on the outside is not what you are going to get on the inside. Eddie, this rivalry, this match, this ain't about M&M's...or a bag of Doritos. This isn't about a pepsi can...a sprite bottle...or a water container. This is more than that. Edward Hall, this is about respect. Edward, when you see me in the corridors you approach me with respect. When you see me arrive at the arena, you are suppose to meet me at my feet and ask me what else do I want of you. When you see me arrive in my car, you are suppose to be there and wait until I hand you the keys to drive my car. You are suppose to cook and clean for me and keep my bed warm, kid. Edward, this is about respect. The respect that you sorely lack. What this match up is about is teaching young kids like you about respect and how to respect your elders, son. Edward Hall, this week everyone sees you as the underdog...but to be honest...I don't give a damn what the people say. I don't care if they want to see me fail...or if they want to see me rise. Edward, you use what the people say about you...and it gets you depressed. I...on the other hand...use what the fans think about me as ammunition. You claim to be immortal...and it seems like you have found an immortal yourself...but watching you these last several days...I just don't know if I was on the set of Mortal Kombat or Lord of the Rings, my man. You talk about mortals and immortals...next thing I know...you are probably going to be speaking of Lords and Gods. Seriously, Edward Hall...the fact is, you are not immortal. You...and Keith Warren are not immortal. Sure, you can factor in that Keith survived getting hit by a truck at eighty miles per hour...but that does not make you immortal. Edward Hall...I know for damn sure that you are not immortal. Eddie, you just don't have what it takes. Inside the ring, I have yet to see you have the claim of being immortal. I have yet to see you grab life by the horns...live life to the fullest...or even defeat someone that makes you a household name. You are not immortal in life...and you are not immortal inside the ring. Matter of fact, I feel disgraced to even face you this week. I mean, last week I went toe to toe in arguably the best match of the night against Inferno. This week, I go one on one with someone that everyone doesn't even know...or even cares about. There are people out there in the world that has conquered more than anything that life has thrown your way...and Keith's way. But that does not make them immortal. Nobody in this life is immortal...and just like Inferno, you need to come back to reality. At the moment the chips at the table are steady...but by the end of the week, there will only be one man the men and women will be betting on in Las Vegas. The men and women will all be betting...on...me.

.:Marcus Menace rises from where he was previously sitting and walks down the pavement to his Chrsyler PT Cruiser while the remaining lights in the American West Arena are shut down. Marcus arrives at the driver seat of his car and starts it up, but then gets tapped on the shoulder by Mitchell Davis.:

Mitchell Davis: So, Vegas it is...right?

Marcus Menace: That's right.

Mitchell Davis: Oooooh.....I cannot wait.

Marcus Menace: We aren't going to the casino, Mitch.

Mitchell Davis: Not even to.....

Marcus Menace: No.

Mitchell Davis: We can't even.....

Marcus Menace: No. What part of no...don't you understand?

Mitchell Davis: The...o.

Marcus Menace: Out.

Mitchell Davis: Out where?

Marcus Menace: Out of the car.

Mitchell Davis: But...you can't be serious.

Marcus Menace: I'm dead serious.

Mitchell Davis: Okay, okay...I'll shut with the betting.

Marcus Menace: You mention one thing about Vegas before we arrive and you are out.

Mitchell Davis: Gotcha.

.:The car is ready to move and Marcus Menace proceeds to drive. We follow along Marcus' quest to Las Vegas, but it is cut short when Mitchell Davis screams out......:

Mitchell Davis: Blackjack!!!!!

Marcus Menace: OUT!!!!!

.:The cameras fade.: