You hear a roar like thunder. From off in the distance a black cloud of dust moves towards you. As it draws closer you can make out a faint outline of a pick up truck. The closer it gets the louder it becomes, till it is right upon you. You can hear the brakes lock up as it slides sideways into the parking lot and up onto the grass area by several parked cars. The truck rumbles to a stop as the driver's side door flies open. Hunter jumps from the truck and walks around to the back. He drops the tailgate and climbs in walking up near the cab and grabbing a folding lawn chair and a blue cooler. He sets up the chair and pulls the cooler in front of him, opening the cooler he pulls out a beer slaming it back, grabbing another. Closing the lid, he props his feet up and pulls out a smoke lighting it. Sitting there you can tell this man is not happy. He seems to be thinking about something. Just then, the door to the building where Hunter is parked, opens up and three rent a cops come rushing out and up toward the truck. Hunter slides his hand behind his chair, grabbing his bat and smiling really big. He looks at them agging them toward the truck bed. They rush to climb in as Hunter stands tossing the smoke out of his mouth and gripping his bat tight in his hand. Just as the commotion begins, a black limo pulls up and slowly comes to a stop beside them. The Limo now comes to a hault. Dust slowly diminishes and disapears into the background. Quickly the driver opens the door, but alas the back door opens fiercefully and stepping out from the back comes Summer. I'll give you 3 less than 15 seconds before you reach that truck to slow down... or things will get ugly. The 3 cops just laugh on as Summer stands shaking her head. One cop reaches the rear of Hunter's truck as Summer shouts. OK....Don't dare say I didn't warn you. Hunter smiles, as he gets up, kicking over the chair. He stands waiting for a swing as he plants the bat in the chest of one of the guys. Hunter lifts up his foot and pushes the guy from the back of the truck. Jumping out now, Hunter stands there ready to swing again as the front door to a run down van slams open and a guy and a young cameraman come running out. The guy runs up and pulls the cop to the side and whispers something in his ear. He then grabs another one and they walk off cussing and go back in the building. The camera man stands ready for the shot as the other guy grabs a mic from his back pocket and puts it in Hunter's face. So Hunter, what do you have to say about your attack on Shane Jackson?? Hunter looks at the guy, pulling a smoke from his pocket, lighting it up, and climbing back into the back of his truck getting a beer. He sits back down kicking his feet up on the cooler.. Hey Summer, do me a flavor and tell this little jerk off what I think about reporters.. ...Laughing, Summer walks up shaking her head, pointing her finger at the two. Flavor huh, Summer places her hand upon Hunter's shoulder. I'm the only flavor there is Hunter, besides I don't see any reporters. All I see here are a few lackies who think they're beating the competition to the punch line. she pauses... You kids go about your merry way and do interviews with scum bags like Audron or someone. She takes in a deep breath. You know, in all my years of wrestling...That's the one thing that never changed. The stupid little people trying to make themselves famous by the likes of me. As you should know, we don't need a reporter. What you see is what you get here...and what we say and do, won't be censored. So if you're looking to report the Barney Show or a boring interview with Michael and his Nutz, then by all means, Summer points foward, Get the hell out of our faces. Hunter comes over, lending Summer a hand getting into he back of the truck and offers her his chair. Summer, there is a little bottle of something in there for you in the cooler. Now on to what ever the hell his name is. You want to come out here and toss around idle threats punk? I guess you need to wake up and wash the sheets boy!! I guess you don't know who the hell I am do you? I am a man who could care less about you and anything that happens to you. You want to be funny? I don't care, you want people to feel sorry for you cause you were in a fender bender I don't care about that either. Son, you can't imagine the things I have been through in the ring. I have been tossed out of rafters, hit by cars, shot at, stabbed, and hell my ex-wife beat me with a shovel and I am still here. So what the hell can a no talent hack like yourself do to me that has not already been tried? Hunter turns around and pulls his shirt off showing the name "Lupin" carved in his back. See, I can take everything you can give and then some but can you say the same? Hunter don't waste your time trying to explain who we are... Their minds are shallow and filled with false hopes. They can't comprehend more than one task at a time my dear, so just speak your mind and let's hope they can understand. Summer smiles while reaching into the cooler. Hunter.... I asked for a bottle of chardenay, not a Summer makes a weird face Wild Berry Wine Cooler?!! You've been to the One Stop again havent you? Summer shakes her head trying to twist the top of the bottle Where's the darn bottle opener... You do not expect me to break a nail trying to open this contraption do you? Hunter grabs the bottle and puts the cap under his shirt, he twists the cap off and takes a drink handing it back to Summer. Your right Summer, they are way too small minded to grasp the concept, so I will spell it out for them. he pauses, Shane Jackson was just a point that had to be made. He was one of the "Big fish" here so we did what we do best. We knocked his stupid ass out. Just so you know, I never need Summer's help fighting anyone but she wanted to make a statement that she is not just some little girl who can't do anything. She is a muti time title holder, and hell she could step in the ring with any one of you and hold her own. But that's not her job now. It's my job to spread the word of the New Breed. We are not just some throw together team. We have been together for many years and have outlasted so called "Icons" in this sport. We have ruled places and destroyed others. Now it is time for all of you to get to know us. Don't think just because you don't have a match with us that you are safe. It does not matter who you are or where you're at, if we want you, we will get you! That is something you can bank on. So..don't try and get on our good sides because to tell you the truth, we don't have one. We are not here because we like you. We are here to do what we do best and that is raise hatred and discontent, right Summer? Summer lowers the bottle from her lips grasping the taste of the drink. Raising hell is what we do best Hunter, I will well agree to that, and Michael Audron will be the next to find out. See, Jackson was fun, but I need a bigger toy to play with.... Summer winks placing the bottle to her lips once more and teasing the tip with her tongue. Now Michael, don't go and get your pathetic little ego up and ahead of yourself thinking I'm wanting you... she laughs I'm just on my way up the ladder to bigger and better fish to fry. Tho I'll be watching you however, and if you can prove to me you're "Bigger" She begins to laugh again Who knows, you just may get what Jackson got. The scene closes as Summer raises her two fingers toward her lips, kissing them seductively and turning them to the opposite direction winking once more.