I don't expect you to understand me. I know how I act; the words that I say, the things that I feel and the way that I live my life are all mysteries to you. The scene fades in to a busy street in Midtown New York. It's just after noon, and the lunch crowd is begining to stir. Pulling up to the red carpeted walk way of the Royalton Hotel, a long, black stretch Limo stops. The usher greets the limo with a friendly smile and a courtious wave. He proceeds to open the rear door as he reaches inside, escorting the lovely Miss Kensington to the front door. Summer is dressed in a black tweed mini skirt, a black silk chiffon camisole by Lida Baday and a pair of black leather posted Slingback Sandals by Anne Klein. Good afternoon Miss Kensington, We're so glad you chose to come back and visit us. Yes...I'm sure you are. I have 4 bags in the trunk and a parishable box in the backseat. Make sure it is deliverd to my room upon my arrival. ...Yes Ma'am I will see to it that it's done. Summer now stands in front of the main desk, she's quietly checking in and recieves her key. The man behind the counter waves to the bell hop as Summer's luggage arrives from the limo. Looking at all her luggage, Summer nods as she begins to walk toward the elevator. Stopping for a brief moment, turning around back to the counter... I will have a bottle of Moet et Chandon and 2 glasses delivered to my suite and an antre' of snow crab with lobster sauce as well. I will be expecting company this evening. Summer turns back gracefully as they continue to the elevator, stepping inside. Excuse me Miss, your suite is semi-private, if you wish to have company, you may want another room. The young Bell hop suggested as the doors to the elevator closed. Rolling her eyes at the young man, Summer replies.. Well, Gee had I not made this reservation, I may have been able to fire my secretary. she pauses Yes, I know this already. My guest will be staying in the conjoining suite reserved for me, but Thank you for your concern, Summer glares at his name tag. The name is Daniel, Ma'am. Well, nice to meet you, Daniel. I'm sure no introduction is needed on my behalf. Oh, no ma'am, I know who you are. You're only the hottest female model/wrestler in this business. I've only been following your career since you were in the EWA. That Title match between you and Miss.... Summer snaps her head quickly in the young man's direction, giving him a cold stare. She slowly walks closer to him, rubbing her nose to his. You dare speak that name in my presence and I'll have you doing more in your pants than wetting them! Summer nips the young man's nose with the tip of her teeth, stepping away from him winking. Outside you can hear a loud rumble coming up the busy street. Cars are moving from side to side trying to get through traffic. In the middle of them all you can see a jacked up 1970 4-wheel drive black Chevy pick up. It stops in front of the hotel and the parking attendant runs around to open the door. As he grabs the door handle he is hit in the face by the driver's door. The window rolls down and Hunter looks out at the guy who is picking himself up off the street. What the hell.. you don't think I can park my own damn truck? Hunter jumps out and hands the guy a 100 dollar bill. You watch my truck boy and there might be something else in it for you. Hunter, dressed in a pair of old jeans, a black sleeveless shirt and work boots walks into the hotel. Just before he walks to the counter he notices a lounge off to the side. He flashes a devilish grin and walks into the dimmly lit place. He walks over to a corner table and takes a seat. Stopping a waitress he orders a beer and a bottle of Jim Beam. As the waitress places the beer upon the table, a loud shreak is heard as a voice in the background begins to curse. God Damn, crazy ass bitching female.... some stupid woman just walked acrossed the damn street and didn't even give a shit that cars were driving. small pause That damn woman is a nutcase, she flipped them off while the cars swerved together to keep from hitting her. Then the bitch laughed and walked in here. A few voices conversate in the background as a tall, medium built, black headed female dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a torn up sleeveless white shirt and a pair of black hicking boots walks up directly behind Hunter, stopping with both hands folded across her chest. I knew you'd show your face in here sometime or another. Hunter taking a big drink from the bottle of Beam stares straight ahead. He closes his eyes shaking his head side to side and then reaches over with his foot and kicks the chair across from him out from under the table. He lights a smoke and takes drink of beer. Well, you going to stand there all night or are you going to sit down? I would rather you sit your ass in that chair right there that way I can dodge the knife you are going to stick in my back. The woman walks past Hunter, with no emotion expressing upon her face. It's nice to see you to, Bytch! She glares at Hunter What's it been? 2 years now? The woman still not showing any signs of emotion, reaches across the table, snatching the bottle of beam, and downing 1/4 in one swig. Nice to know, you still have good taste. whiping her lips dry. Let's see the last time I saw you, you were helping some people toss me off the rafters and crashing through the ring. Now you have the balls to walk in here like you own the damn place? Quick and simple Meg, what the hell do you want? he pauses Oh and by the way, get your own damn bottle of Beam, we ain't married no more so this ain't yours. Hunter reaches across the table and grabs the bottle of Beam out of her hands and wipes the top off with his shirt and takes another drink. So spill it ..... What the hell do you want from me? Shaking her head, the woman leans back in the seat, folding her arms across her chest again. I grew a set of balls the day I left you. Look at you, Look at what you've become over the past 2 years. The Hunter I knew would have NEVER allowed anyone... Especially not 2 bitches and some fucking old witch doctor wanna be, toss his ass out of a bar. Much less a 60ft high rafter! She now leans foward across the table, whispering... So, tell me Hunter... Are you going to remain a "puss" the rest of your life? Because the Hunter I married died on our wedding night! She leans back once again Just look at you.... What have you done since I left you, Huh? You're a has been Hunter, You can't even wrestle any more. Hunter leans forward and takes her hand in his and looks into her eyes deeply. Megan, the day you left me was the saddest day of my life. But now, now I have something inside that fuels my hate and disgust I have for almost every person walking the earth. I have the knowledge that nothing could be any worse than sharing a bed with a cold hearted bytch like yourself. taking a drink of his beer, Oh and just to let you know I am wrestling again. In fact I have a match this Saturday at the PPV. I know I have been out of the ring for awhile but I have alot of anger pent up inside me thanks to you. Now I am focused on what I need to do. I am not being led around like some lost puppy like I was with you. I get to step in the ring once again and dish out the beatings that I love to give. You see, you leaving was the best thing that ever happened. Now I have a clear head and I'm back to my old self again. The woman just laughs in Hunter's face. Oh right, I forgot, I saw the last few promos of the ICWA and I must admitt, You sure looked good having the blonde "bombshell" weasle back into your spotlight again. Megan snatches her hand from Hunter's grasp. You're pathetic Hunter, Those guys there were right about you. You couldn't even get the job done correctly, with out Hawke's Slumber Slut doing the dirty work for you. she laughs again Which I am glad to see, she still has the same old touch. Those guys there Hunter will rip your pathetic little ass in half now. These boys aren't like what you're used to Hunter. They're younger, faster, and in better shape. You won't last 12 minutes alone in that match at the PPV and what's so scary about that Hunter.... She pauses Is You KNOW it... Hunter leans back in his chair and lights another ciggarett, blowing smoke in Megan's face. See, you are just like everyone else, saying I am to old, and to broken down to make a difference anymore, but I am going to enjoy proving everyone wrong again like I always do. Whether it be that Punk ass Paul Sterling, that dirty rotten sock fucker, Audron or anyone else with a set of balls, I'm going to prove why they call me "The Icon of Hardcore", So you go on and think whatever the hell you want to. Just remember what you say doesn't carry any weight with me anymore. You know speaking about weasling their way in somewhere. I think it was you that weasled your patehic little ass into the New Breed to begin with. Summer left to do stuff and you just strutted right in and tried to take her place. But that is old times. There has to be a reason you would drag your old ass up here from Texas, now what the hell is it. Cause I don't have time for your little bull shit games. Megan slowly looks around the room, she notices a young waitress and calls her to the table. Upon her arrival, Megan whispers into the ear of the waitress as she looks surprised at what Megan had said. The waitress walks off, looking back at Megan as she nods her head, shooing her on her way. Now what do you think I have in mind Hunter? Don't you know me better than that? I live for excitement, danger, and the rush of painful ass kickings. I left that Hick State and came here where the real action is. I have fun every night across the street at the REAL BAR... you do remember those don't you Hunter? You know, the kind WE used to have fun trashing together? Megan sits back in her seat, she continues to look around the room as the waitress from a moment ago comes back to the table placing another bottle of Jim Beam infront of Hunter. The waitress nods her head and Megan smiles a devious grin. Several moments pass as Summer comes walking from the elevator, with an intense look upon her face. Megan smiles, as she stands from her chair. Don't think I can't tell. Megan steps to the side of Hunter, leaning down as he glares at her. Summer walks closer into the lounge witnessing a vision she despised for some time. With an evil glare upon her face, she turns quickly reaching the young Bell Boy, Daniel by his arms, pulling him close to her and kissing him passionately, just as Megan moves from Hunter's blocked view. She smiles while glaring at him looking across the room. See you around, BYTCH! Hunter looks over at Summer and then back at Megan. He gets up out of his chair and grabs the new bottle of Beam and walks over to Summer. He looks at her with a cold stare and grabbing the bell boy by the back of the neck and tossing him outside. Come on boy you and I are going to have a little talk. Hunter pushes threw the crowd standing along the entrance as Meagn and Summer come face to face.. Laughing as Summer stands shocked Megan places her hand upon Summer's shoulder. Somethings never change do they Summer? Summer glares down upon her shoulder and back up to Megan's face. She picks up Megan's hand retrieving it from her shoulder and dropping it to her side. You're not even worth it... Summer turns around slowly and begins to leave, as she stops, turning around quickly slamming her elbow into Megan's face and shoving her to the floor. That's true...Somethings don't ever change...Nice to see you too, Megan.... Scene fades to black.