"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disapear and life stands explained." The scene opens with a slight fade from a dark screen, onto a dark room, lit by only a silhouette of a candle with a small flame. The room, quite, old, and rather damp, a small table rests in a corner with a board resting on top, and two chairs placed on either side. A window showing the darkness outside, though on the roof, which is unmistakably tin, you hear the rain drops trickle slightly. A door opposite to the table begins to open as Summer walks in, hair soaked, hanging in her face, naturally. Dropping a black vail from her head, she steps in, obviously drenched from the rain. Walking slowly toward the table, yet to make a sound, other than the drops of water hitting the dirt covered floor. Standing in front of the candle, the silhouette of her body, so slender, yet proportionate to every curve of her frame. Running her fingers through her golden hair, whipping it out of her face, she turns around, and sits at the table, placing her fingertips upon an oddly diamond shaped object in the center of what now appears to be some sort of game board. Her eyes staring at the object, then turn, darting toward the camera, as if a watchful beast in his lair. Softly, her voice mutters into the dimly lit room. Hear me call unto the, speak of the answers I wish to seek. Here me ole master of Ouija. The door opens slowly once again. The rain starts to come down harder as the wind picks up blowing the rain into the opened door. Stepping through the door Hunter stands there soaked from head to toe. He walks in pushing the hair back from his face and sitting down next to Summer. He watches as she goes into a trance like state with her head back showing her long neck. He watches not making a sound. Guide me spirit...quide me along the path of the future, tell me things I wish to know. Summer's eyes peak open and glare upon Hunter's image. She holds back a smile as her fingertips move the diamond-shaped object around the board. Hunter leans forward watching Summer and the board. He is focused deeply onto the old, worn wooden board waiting for the sprit to come forth and show its self. He quietly sits in waiting. Speak to me spirit of the underworld, I insist you come foward and answer my questions. the candle flickers quickly and is almost at a dismal state, Summer looks up from the board and over to Hunter. Speak to me spirit, tell me what the future holds for one called ViCE. Summer's fingertips move in a circular motion, only to stop suddenly upon the letter "D". After several seconds her fingers move once again over toward the letter "E", next to "A", to "T" and finally stopping upon the letter "H". Summer's eyes grow wide as she winks toward Hunter. Hunter looks in amazement as he leans back in his chair with both hands on the table. He looks at the board and then at Summer and a huge smile comes over his face. He leans up and reaches under the table pulling out his cooler and kicking his feet up on the table. He opens a beer and slides one to Summer. Hell baby even the dead people know that VICE don't stand a chance. Summer's eyes squint coldly at Hunter, while curling her lip up and whispering a responce. Shhh, you're supposed to play along dammit. How else is this crap going to look real? I'm not phsycotic. she pauses, Or am I? Summer quickly shakes her head and looks back down to the board. Tell me spirit, will blood be shed upon my hands this coming Meltdown? The diamond shaped object moves slowly toward the left hand corner of the board. The tip of the diamond points to the word "yes". Summer once again smiles. Tell me spirit of the underworld, Who is most likely to achieve what they set out for between Hunter and ViCE? Hunter takes his hand placing it on the board, over the pointer and looks Summer in the eyes. Hell girl you don't need to ask such an easy question. We both know that I am going to walk out with my hand raised in the air. Do you or any of these "spirits" really think that VICE is going to make it through the match? he pauses, The only way he is going to make it out of the ring is being escorted out by a damn stretcher. Summer smiles. Ok, final question. she pauses, Spirits of the underworld, who is the hottest female in the wrestling business today. Summer smiles as she stares at Hunter, who just opens another beer and looks down to the board. UH, Well fine..Don't answer the question then. Summer slams her fingertips down upon the diamond, moving it forcefully around the board. Hunter sits there and watches..... and watches..... and watches. Waiting for the answer; after a couple minutes of nothing he looks up at Summer puzzled. Damn Summer, I think you broke it. I was wondering who it was going to say. he pauses, not letting Summer see him smile. Damn now I am upset. Summer rolls her eyes in Hunter's direction. She leaps from the chair, knocking over the small table as the board and the diamond piece lay near the window. Summer walks past Hunter, and over by the candle, which has now blown out. The lite from the moon outside, shines dimly throught the dirty glass window shedding enough glare to make out the images in the room. You know, you can make me so mad sometimes, I am begining to wonder if you're not as crazy as VICE claims to be. Over the years we've spent side by side, through all of our mistakes, and becomings you, Mr. Steven Hurst can't even see that..... she pauses for several seconds walking toward the window, kicking the board and the diamond across the room and breaking the board against the wall. I... Summer just closes her mouth, walks past Hunter, who just stands looking at her, and goes out the door. Damn I guess sometimes it doesn't pay to joke around does it? Well these is one thing that I can't joke about and that is you, VICE. You want to think that you have something to teach me and wants everyone to think you know what pain is all about? Hell Boy, that is a joke in itself. I know pain, it is what I eat, drink and dream about. I have been going through hell in matches longer than you have been hearing those voices in your so called mind. The one thing you don't know is that those voices are not that friendly. They are not trying to help or guide you anywhere but to a freaking hospital bed. I know that you think you are something of a teacher and I am going to be the student but I have forgotten more about this game than you will ever know. You need to remember that you can't get into my head. Better men have tried and they have always failed. If you have any brains you would be more worried about getting out of the match than what is going to happen during it. So Vice, friday will soon be here and you will step in the ring with not a man, not an animal, but a new breed of preditor. The kind that hunts and kills anything and everything it wants.. Get ready my son cause the time is at hand and your luck has just run out. Hunter walks over to the scattered board and pieces. He bends down picking them up and shaking his head. Damn she storms out and I get left picking everything up. Hell she couldn't even say what she had on her mind, I wonder what it was anyway. he pauses almost about to laugh as he picks up the half broken board and places his fingers upon the diamond. It was probably something dumb like she loves me or something right? Almost upon instinct, a flash of lightning and a thunderish boom is heard, Hunter's hand immediately refrains from the board and the diamond shaped piece, moving as if it were doing it alone, over toward the broken piece of board with the tip pointing directly to the word, "yes". Scene fades with Hunter glaring at the game board, and over to the door.