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[Scene: We found ourselves on a busy side street of some slum no one would even care to look at never mind walk on. On the streets you'd find gangs, crack addicts and whores just wanting some action; or at least enough to pay the rent. Among the venues you'd find one said street rang from the bizarre to the semi-normal. You've got your coffee houses, selling much more than just capachino and then you've got your whore houses, which sell anything. However, what is outside doesn't matter, it matters what is inside.

Inside one perticular building on this street, a building by the name of "B.A.'s Gym". Inside there are two simple training rings surrounded by musty air and the sound of clanking metal. Clanking metal from all the workout equipment. The cameraman walks around inside, as he looks at a piece of paper with the name of the place and its address. He shrugs as he keeps on looking around. He suddenly spots what he's looking for and heads over to one corner where Syd and Chris Cortez are. Chris Cortez is wearing boxing gloves, punching at a punching bag as Syd cheers him on]

Chris Cortez: Remind me again why Im here doing boxing? I mean, the match is a WRESTLING match.

Syd: I know that. You just need to beef up on your toughness and hand to eye coordination. Plus, stuff like this will defiantly help your intensity level.

[Punch, Punch]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, I hope. Haven already jogged about 60 miles today and such, now this, what's next?

Syd: Oh don't wait, I promised you would be sleeping long and hard tonight and be well rested for tomorrow. Trust me. You will.

[Chris Cortez just looks at Syd for a moment and keeps on punching]

Chris Cortez: Tell me why we are HERE of all places, again?

Syd: Well, first off, I know the guy who runs this place.

[Punch, Punch]

Chris Cortez: Really?

Syd: Yup. I used to be his manager.

Chris Cortez: He used to be a wrestler?

[Punch, Punch]

Syd: Nope. Boxer.

Chris Cortez: Boxer? I thought you said you only managed music talent and wrestling?

Syd: I've done much in my time.

Chris Cortez: I'll say.

[Punch, Punch]

Chris Cortez: So, where is this guy anyway? Didn't you say he was going to help me?

[Suddenly, someone taps on Chris Cortez shoulder. He turns around and looks up at a bit muscular man who looks straight down at him.]

B.A.: Let me guess. Your Chris Cortez?

Chris Cortez: Ah, yeah

[B.A. turns to Syd]

B.A.: You weren't kidding when you said this kid needed help

Chris Cortez: Hey!

B.A.: Face it kid. You need the help. You need it now. You might have something, you might not. That's why we're here, to find out and to see if we can give you the help you need. Follow me.

[B.A. heads towards one of the training rings as Chris Cortez nervously looks over at Syd who just nods. Chris Cortez sighs as he gets into the ring as B.A. puts on his gloves and motions for Chris Cortez to get into the middle of the ring.]

B.A.: Ok, lets see what you got. Hit me.

[Chris Cortez is taken aback with surprise]

Chris Cortez: What?!

B.A.: I said hit me. I want to see what you have to offer. What exactly you can bring to the table, so to speak.

Chris Cortez: Well, ok. You asked for it.

[Chris Cortez pulls back and sends forward a punch straight to BA's face, but he instead ducks down and uppercuts Chris Cortez in the gut. Chris Cortez gets the wind knocked out of him as he crawls over to the bottom rope and gasps for air.]

B.A.: Eh, looks like Syd was also right about you being a fool. I pity fools.

[Chris Cortez looks over at Syd, sitting in a chair, who just shrugs]

B.A.: You see, your a fool for believing in your abilities to much. Believing in them to a point where you start to grown an ego. You let this ego consume you until finally you think that you are invincible. Well, you are not. That is why you are here. I am your wake up call. I am going to kick your ass in this ring until you know how pathetic and worthless you really are. Then, after I am done humiliating you I'm going to teach you what you have been doing wrong all this time.

I will turn your weakness into a strength. I will show you what it truly takes to have ability and how to use it, without losing site of it. You will be going through hell and back this afternoon. Now, I don't know much about this Killjoy, but from the sounds of it, what you go through today, will only be a taste of what's to come come Tuesday. Now, ON YOUR FEET!

[Chris Cortez looks up at B.A. as he angrily stares down at him. Chris Cortez tries to rise to his feet, but to no avail, the pain is too much]

B.A.: I said on your feet you pathetic maggot!

[Chris Cortez tries to get up again, but once again, he cant. In a fit of rage, B.A. grabs Chris Cortez and pushes it up and into the corner]

B.A.: You make me sick. You come here and expect me to help you in this match of your life and this is what you give me? Absolute shit? Believe it or not ego boy, this is exactly what you are. You are nothing but shit I have had the misfortune of stepping in. I told you today would be a wake up call, and it seems it as come early. I have proved that you are not some mega talented piece of work. No, you are NOTHING. You have nothing to offer me or anyone else. Your not even worth my time.

[B.A. looks at him for a few more seconds and spits in his face as he heads towards the other side of the ring. Chris Cortez suddenly lunges at him but B.A. quickly turns around and grabs him putting him into a headlock. Chris Cortez struggles as B.A. wraps his arm around his neck tightly]

B.A.: I see, we're a little ill tempered, are we? We easily get mad and go a little berserk, right? Our adrenaline will just suddenly kick into high gear when we get a little ticked off, is that correct? Hm. A bad quality for some, but a good quality for others. I see potential.

[B.A. lets go of Chris Cortez as he holds on to his neck and looks at B.A. who just looks at Chris Cortez but then turns to Syd]

B.A.: He like this often?

Syd: Yeah. He sometimes just goes ballistic if something annoys the hell out of him.

B.A.: Hm. I see.

[B.A. looks back at Chris Cortez who looks at B.A. with a bit of a pissed off look on his face as he still holds his neck.]

B.A.: You want to punch me, don't you? You want to hurt me, right? You want to "Teach me a lesson", correct? I know that is what you want to do. I can see it in your eyes. The flames that burn in them burn brighter than the fires of hell could ever go. Its this anger, this madness, that drives you, that builds you up and pumps your adrenaline. It gets you going, it gets you focuses, it makes you pick your target and strike.

[B.A. looks at Chris Cortez again]

B.A.: Yet, it seems as if this only comes out in you when you are indeed man, or upset at someone or something. Such a good quality for a man of your standard and profession, sad it only comes out every so often. Its too bad that you cannot control this energy and use it when needed. Its too bad you cannot harness this energy and unleash it when needed. Or maybe, just maybe, you can. Hmmmmmm.

Chris Cortez: What do you mean?

B.A.: Your match with Killjoy, such a good quality would come in handy when the time is right. But, what if that time, was all the time? What if you released such energy towards Killjoy and used it during the whole match, using it to your advantage to pick up the win? I have no doubt in my mind that Killjoy does and has gotten on your nerves. To the point where you reach this said breaking point. He has, hasn't you?

Chris Cortez: Yeah, so what?

B.A.: So, when match time rolls around, before that bell begins, or even after, as you stare at him across the ring, I want you to look at him. Look in his eyes. Think of everything that he has done. Everything that he stands for and everything that he is. Think of what he has done to you, to Angel, to others. Let that rage and hatred boil up inside of you. Compress it until you cant compress it no more. Let it build and build until you finally and simply...snap.

[B.A. snaps his fingers as Chris Cortez just looks at him]

B.A.: Now, look at me.

[Chris Cortez looks into B.A's eyes]

B.A.: Look at me. Look at me. Look at me not as who you see in front of you, but look at me as If Im Killjoy. Imagine me as him. Keep on looking at me. Keep your eyes on me. Let that anger build. Let it boil up inside of you. Remember everything that he has done to you and to others. Let it consume you and eat you up inside. Keep your eyes on me. Let it keep on building and boiling until there is nothing left and you just have to...attack!

[Chris Cortez screams out in a fit of rage as everyone looks at him. He huffs and puffs as he runs towards B.A. swinging punches left and right at him as he blocks them, each and everyone. Chris Cortez angrily punches madly away at him getting him into a corner and finally getting somebody shots in as he punches away like crazy in a fit of rage.]

Chris Cortez: You God damn song of a bitch! Im going to f*cking pull your heart out and-

[B.A. pushes Chris Cortez away, but he comes back with more but B.A. just pushes him away again]

B.A.: Ok kid, calm down, calm down. Save your energy, save your anger. Its that anger and that energy in which I spoke of before. I will help you control that and harness what power it can provide to be used safely and easily. Listen to my words. Learn from them and you just might stand a chance. Hell, you might even win.

Chris Cortez: I know I will.

B.A.: In time. In time. However, lets not waste any of it. We'll start on blocking.

[The camera zooms out of the gym as B.A. begins to train Chris Cortez with Syd just looking on the whole time. The camera gets one last look at the street as the sun hits high noon as the camera shuts off and fades to black.]

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