Memory is the cabinet of imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and the counsil chamber of thought. The scene opens to a large TX airport. The roar of each jet passing floods the background of this scenary. Standing over by a huge window, with a leg propped upon the small ledge is Summer. Summer wears a short midnight blue mini skirt, a white silk tank top and matching midnight blue high heel shoes. She glares out at the view anticipating someone's arrival. A single engine jet plane now lands on the runway. The plane is painted black with a dark red flaming wolf on the right fin, the words "New Breed Inc" painted along the side and a Rebel Flag across the nose. Summer smiles, lowering her leg from the ledge as she walks to the arrival gate with both hands upon her hips. From beyond the gate she can hear someone yelling I can get my own bags DAMNIT!! Get the hell out of my way, I got shit to do. A loud crash is heard as Hunter appears through the gate smiling. He is wearing blue jeans, a black New Breed shirt and his black Wolverine boots. He walks up to Summer and drops his bags. He reaches in his pocket and lights a smoke. Bending over he grabs a beer from his bag and opens it taking a drink and offering one to Summer. You're seriously going to get in shit, drinking inside an airport. she smiles But who's going to stop you anyway, huh. "Hunter looks around and smiles. SO, how the hell are you? You ready for our flight to New York? he stands looking around at everyone walking by. I can't believe I get the chance to beat that punk's ass again. What time does our flight leave? Summer reaches for one of the smaller bags and totes it across her shoulder, she grins to Hunter and begins to walk away. We're not flying anywhere. I have a surprise for you. Hunter looks at her with a puzzled look and grabs his bag and follows her through the airport. Summer remains a few steps ahead, as Hunter trails behind still with a puzzled look upon his face. Summer stops quickly, which has Hunter bumping into her from behind. They both stare at eachother for several seconds; Summer turns, smiling big and continues to walk toward the entrance of the airport. Just outside, parked in the RSVP section sits her black stretch Limo. She waves down the driver as he begins to pull up to the entrance. I hope you don't mind leaving in style. Summer turns back to Hunter. I have made arrangements for you inside here, just so you'll have more of an "enjoyable" ride. Summer winks at Hunter, turning around and entering the back of the limo. The driver laughs at Hunter as he grabs the bags and places them in the trunk. She is a work of art, isn't she sir? Hunter shakes his head and climbs in looking around the inside of the limo. You know what PUNK, in all my years of wrestling this is the first time I have ever been in one of these things. They are not to bad but trust me I don't trust anyone's driving but my own. Hunter cuts his eyes over to the driver. So how come we are driving and not flying to the match? We always fly so we have time to get there and look around and get the feel of the place before we fight. It is a long haul from here to New York. I hope you have something to drink in this thing. Summer relaxes back in the black leather seats, she crosses her legs, folding her arms behind the back of her head. Look in the console, you big IDJIT. Do you think I'd drag you in one of these things with out having something inside here for you? Summer reaches above her head and pushes the little black button, which opens the console in between them and Hunter looks, shaking his head. What..Don't you know that was the safest place to put that thing when I designed this limo? It's keeping the bad little boys like yourself on their own side of the limo. Summer laughs and pulls out a bottle and hands it to Hunter. I decided to take you down memory lane before we head to New York. I hope you don't mind. Hunter looks at the bottle and then at the consule and laughs. Bad boys huh? Hell I don't care where we go. You should know that. As long as I have something to drink and someone to talk to I am good to go. Tell that boy of yours to hit it though he drives like a old woman. But I do have one question, where is the gift I sent you? You should have it with you. It was meant for that you know? Summer presses the button to the cab of the limo, as the driver lowers the tinted glass. Dale, would you mind speeding up just a bit, I'd like to get Mr. Hurst to our designation sometime this evening. Yes, Miss Kensington, right away. The window raises back up and Summer looks over to Hunter. Happy now? she sticks out her tongue and uncovers a small box in the corner seat of the limo. She reaches inside and pulls out Sitka. The pup leaps upon her lap, and growls over to Hunter. Easy there girl.. Hunter isn't going to hurt you. Hunter leans forward and pets the pup. He leans back and smiles taking a drink from the bottle? So where the hell are we going? You know I do not like surprises Summer. This better not be like the last surprise you gave me it took two years to recover from that one and it is still hard to stand every once in awhile. Summer places Sitka back inside her box, she turns looking out the tinted window turning her back toward Hunter. You will never forgive me for that, will you? It took me months to get over what I had done. It drove me crazy Hunter, because Cade turned me into the one person I despised more than anything, he turned me into Hawke. Summer reaches inside the console, still with her back turned to Hunter, pulling out a tissue and brining it up toward her face. Do you know how much it hurt me to watch that video tape over and over again? Do you know how many sleepless nights I had over that? I couldn't live with myself Hunter...that is why I came to stay with you when you were still in that wheel chair. You know if it bothered you so much you should have not watched the damn tape over and over and I always thought you had a mind of your own. You let that bastard Cade and that bitch Megan turn you into something you weren't. It is over, it is in the past now. You I will forgive, them I will kill if I get the chance! A uneasy silence fills the limo as the only thing that is heard are the soft whimpers of Sitka in her box. The two of them stare out different windows for what seems like hours. [Several hours later] The limo now slowly begins to come to a hault, the driver lowers the tinted glass, looking in the back. We have arrived Miss Kensington. Summer lifts her head from the door frame, she looks outside and over to Hunter, who just stares out the window with his back turned toward her. She lowers her head and opens the door, getting out alone. She stands looking upon an old building, with it's window's boarded up, and a "closed" sign hanging upon the front door. She turns her head back looking to the limo, and walks to the front door of the building. She places her hand upon the closed sign, as the door opens and she walks inside taking in a huge breath. From inside the building, you see lots of dust and white blankets that covered several round tables and chairs. There are dusty pictures all over the four walls and a single bottle of Jim Beam laying upon the floor at Summer's feet. She bends over, picking up the bottle and holding it to her chest, as she turns around with tears in her eyes, as Hunter stands behind her. Damn brings back memories huh? We used to all live here it seemed. We have had alot of fun and alot of fights in this place. We took down whole feds and ended people's careers with the plans that were made up in here. So why did you bring me here Summer? Summer walks up to Hunter, looking up into his eyes, she hands out the bottle of Beam and places it in the palm of Hunter's hand. She doesn't say a word to him, but he can read between the lines. She turns and walks over to one of the walls and whipes clean a picture. Hunter walks over and pulls the cover off one of the tables and grabs a couple chairs and puts them there. He slams the bottle down and takes a seat. He opens the bottle and tosses the top across the room and takes a big drink. Summer, grab that picture and bring your ass over here. You know since the fall shit has been different with me. I got soft, I guess I found out I was not unbreakable. But you know what I say to that? The hell with it. Who cares if I get hurt. Hell I have gotten hurt a bunch of times and always came back for more, why should this time be any damn different? Piss on this, it is time to get back to the way things used to be. We are letting people push us around and we never did that before. I think it is time to send a wake up call to everyone and let them know that we are back. Summer smiles, as she stands facing the wall. She grabs the picture and carries it to the table. She places it infront of Hunter as he looks down upon it. It's about Freaking time you damn IDJIT! Take a look at that picture... That picture represents who we are, who we used to be and who we will always be. We took down the leader of Wolfgang... We took down the so-called "Franchise", We showed him and the rest of the world just who we were. We weren't puppets on his string any longer, and I for one, stepped out from his shadow. We sent that man into an over night stay at the county hospital, and put his tired ass into retirement for a few months. We didn't take shit, Hunter.. We took nothing from NOBODY...and now, Drew wants to step up to the plate thinking he can hold us down? I don't think so! Summer pulls out a chair across from Hunter, as she reaches for the bottle of Beam, sitting down. Audron thinks he's a tuff guy, spouting out names that don't amount to shit with me. I've been called alot worse by far better people than him and even more than the baby names he's come up with, and I'm still around to make fun of them as they are spoken. Summer takes a drink from the bottle, gulping down slowly and placing the bottle back upon the table. You know..I do have a mind of my own Hunter, and my mind tells me Audron better have a damn good way to keep my ass from being by your side. And if that Carrig so much as even threatens me not to do so, He will find out first hand, that I don't care anything about being suspended! Summer gets up from the chair kicking it backwards and walking towards the bar, she takes a deep breath and places her hands untop of the black marble countertop. Hell you know I don't give a shit either. Damn gurl, I have never worried about that. If Drew wants to suspend the only team that will put asses in the seats, it is his mistake. He sits in his big office and tries to muzzle New Breed and he will start to understand that he can't. He thinks if he puts me back in a match with little Mike that it is some kind of punishment. Well I am not worried about that poor excuse for a wrestler. He is too focused on things at home to really think about what is in front of him. The PPV was just a warm up for what is in store for his sorry ass. Mike and his little friend want to make jokes and call you names like it is going to hurt us. Damn I thought high school was over years ago. I guess I am just going to have to bring him back to the present come Meltdown. Let him know that the first match was not a fluke but just a vision of what is in store for anyone who steps into the ring with me. Summer turns facing Hunter as he stares upon her. Some may say we can't handle our own with out GYON by ourside, but I'm here to say different. Yes, GYON was a major part of New Breed, but he was not the soul provider. Summer walks slowly over to the corner dusting off an old jukebox. I miss GYON, and this place just reeks of everything he stood for in wrestling. All these pictures, every little trademark in this place Hunter, reminds me of him. I wished he hadn't of vanished like he did. Summer looks around and smiles towards Hunter. Wasn't too long ago it seemed, as my visions of him were running through my head. A man I had never seen before, enters my life for a reason, a purpose if you will say. His spirit walks guided me to paths that at the time I chose to ignore, but for some reason, I believe he was leading me to where I am right now. Hunter leans up in his chair taking a drink and stands up walking to an old pool table and pulls some balls out of the pockets and rolls them across the felt. Looking around he finds a dusty old cue stick and wipes it off hitting the balls around the table. He hits them all in and looks up at Summer and speaks. You know the three of us made one hell of a team. GYON was my tag partner for many years and my friend. I know that he always had personal problems and he would leave to take care of them, but if he were here right now he would not be standing for what is going on, he would not sit around and let Drew do what he is doing to the New Breed. I think it is almost time to show them what we are and what we can do when backed into a corner. I think it is almost time for the New Breed to draw first blood and let Drew know that we do not just lay down and let people walk all over us. Old Mike is going to find out why few love us, many hate us, and why everyone fears us! Summer turns to Hunter and motions for him to come close. They both look down upon the old machine as Hunter gives it a swift kick. I never liked this damn thing, it never seemed to work. Summer laughs and turns around bumping into Hunter's broad chest as the song "Feel like making love." by Bad Company plays and the two stand staring at eachother. [ scene fades ]