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It's a nice, bright sunny day; not a cloud in the sky and there is a slight hint of a cool breeze. We see Hunter sitting on the front porch of his farm, just outside of Nashville. He has his feet propped up as he sits in a old wooden chair, leaned back against the front of the house. Hunter, in a bit of a change is sipping on a glass of iced-tea and watching down the long dirt road that leads to the farm house.

Laying on the porch next to him is a old mutt who is sleeping the day away and in the yard we see Sitka Summer's little wolf cub running around barking and playing.

Down the long road we see a cloud of smoke as a old pale yellow station wagon blowing blue smoke in the air rumbles down the path. Hunter looking and shaking his head while laughing knows who it is. He stands up and walks down the steps of the porch and stands there lighting a smoke. The wagon backfires as it is shut off and we see a guy inside pounding on the door with his foot to get it to open. He gives a hard smack with his shoulder and goes crashing to the ground below him. He pops up and dusts himself off looking around. He looks there and sees Hunter grinning at him.

The guy walks over and gives him a huge hug as Hunter stands there with his arms at his side. The guy looks up at Hunter smiling and runs to the other side of the wagon and opens the door. He leans in and unhooks the car seat and gets something out. He strolls back around the wagon witha penguin following him. Hunter rolls his eyes and just goes back to his seat on the porch.

Damn Shooter, can't you go anywhere without that damn thing? Let me warn you if he gets close to this old dawg right here, there will be nothing left but a few feathers and a beak.

No worries buddy, he is very well trained and listens to anything I tell him.. See watch .... Roscoe play dead.

Roscoe looks around like asking ... "Who me??"

Roscoe roll over....

Roscoe yawns and sits down drawing in the dirt with his flipper.

OK Roscoe, now for the big finish... Roscoe attack!!!!

Shooter points at Hunter as Roscoe gets up and starts walking around the side of the house. Shooter walks behind him trying to catch up to him.

Damn that boy ain't right... He better be carefull around there or we are going to end up having water bird for dinner..

Around the side of the house we see a big cloud of smoke, as it clears we see standing there, dressed in big red apron and a matching chef's hat is Summer. She is standing there waving at the smoke with her hands and coughing..

God, how do domestic people do this for a living?

Summer flags the smoke from her face as Shooter's penquin nuzzles up to her ankle.

"WHAT THE HELL.......

Summer shakes her leg, flinging the little critter about 3 ft. in the air, screaming..

HUNTER!!!...... What kind of rodents do you people have in Tennessee? COME HERE, NOW!!

Hunter walks around the corner just in time to catch Roscoe in the air. He drops him to the ground and looks at both of them and then laughs.

What is going on back here? damn can't a guy enjoy his day off??

Summer looks up, about to yell, as a huge puff of smoke enters her mouth.

coughing, DAMN!, How in the hell can you sit and inhale crap like this?

The grill now begins to smoke rather heavily, as the camera lowers down to the top of the grill. There you see a few medium-sized steaks, a few whole potatoes, and some corn on the cob, witch looks like a humungous pile of crap laying across some foil. Summer picks up the cob, with some tongs, holding it up showing it to Hunter.

Hey...is this thing done yet...it looks a bit blackend to me.

Summer examines the cob as Hunter walks up to her shaking his head.

Yeah I say it is just about right for the dowgs. I think you did a good job but how about we order out?

Hunter pulls out his phone and hands it to Summer and then he turns to see Shooter chowing down on the corn. He shakes his head and just rolls his eyes.

So Summer, you want to go in and watch a couple of tapes I got in the mail today from the ICWA? It's a couple clips from VICE and Sterling, you got to see them, they are funny as hell.

Summer reaches up to her hair, slipping off the chef's hat, swinging her hair to the wind.

GOD, I hope like hell, you NEVER ask me to do this shit again! I smell of rotten flesh! She pauses and smiles, Not that I would know anything about that kind of crap, but it's something I know ViCE would understand.

She places her hand upon Hunter's shoulder.

I've already seen those so-called promos, Hunter. You know I always get my "stash" before they actually send them out. she winks, But yes, let's go inside, and please don't tell me you invited Shooter to join us?

She looks on to Shooter, who obviously is still chomping down upon the cob of corn.

He's one dumb idjit, I wouldn't even eat my own cooking. She curls up her lip, walking past Shotter, and shaking her head.

Shooter looks up with black corn stuck in his teeth and smiles at Summer. He follows them in, right behind Roscoe. They all get inside and Hunter and Summer sit on the couch as Roscoe scoots in between them. Shooter looks around and takes a seat on the floor as Hunter turns on the TV and starts the tape. He sits back laughing as the VICE clip plays.

You know what Summer, can you let me know when I am suppose to be afraid of this guy? I mean hell look at this freak. He thinks that talking about pain and blood is going to worry me. Damn, I think someone needs to fill this poor bastard in on who I am. What the hell has this guy ever done? All he has done is gotten between The New Breed and what we want. Too bad for that guy..

Summer looks down to her lap, as the penquin now, glaring up to her, flaps his beak while bouncing upon her legs.

SHOOTER!!! Get this damn thing off my lap, or I'm going to be feeding this Son of a.....she pauses as the lil thing lowers it's head.

Just get him off me... OK! Shooter smiles and looks to Hunter.

Looks like we're not the only ones who have good taste. Shooter lifts the little thing up and places him upon the floor.

Hunter, I am not too sure about this guy, ViCE. You know, he does seem a bit "mental". She pauses, I am not too sure, he should even be allowed out of his padded cell. she grins Maybe we should hook him up with one of Johnny Critical's sisters, providing he had any. She laughs Or else maybe I could go see Atayla and maybe she could "enter his mind" saying he even has one, and see what we can find out about his ass.

Summer gets up from the couch and goes into the kitchen.

HUNTER.... Where's your little hand mirror? You know a girl of my "expertise", should always carry such items when separating out my white stuff. Summer laughs again

Is this why you asked Shooter over, Hunter... So that I would go a bit easy on you this time? She peaks around the corner, looking in on the men.

I guess I would be a bit too much for any man, if I was doped up. She shakes her head and walks toward a window in the kitchen.

Hunter leans foward looking at her a bit puzzled. He then reaches in a dish next to the couch grabing a set of keys. He looks at them and tosses them down to Shooter. Shooter looks up with a dumbfounded look on his face which seems so natural.

Well Shooter, This is from Summer, she was sad that she missed your birthday and she got you this as a make up present. You know deep down she has a thing for you.. I think you need to get up and go into the kitchen and give her a proper thank you.

Shooter gets up and sneaks into the kitchen. He sees Summer facing the window looking into the little mirror. He walks up behind her and spins her around giving her a big hug, that lifts her off the floor.

OH THANK YOU SUMMER.... Thank you very much. I didn't know you cared so much.. You don't know what this means to me. You know I always had a soft spot for you. But I would have never thought you would fell the same way.

You can hear Hunter in the other room laughing as he listens and waits for Summer to explode on Shooter..

Summer, with a puzzled looked upon her face, glares at Shooter.

GET YOUR FRIGGEN HANDS OFF MY CLOTHES...

Summer knees Shooter slighty in the groin, which causes him to put her feet back upon the floor.

Get the hell out of here, before I drive a monkey wrench up your ass.

Shooter now leans back up, holding his crotch and smiling at Summer.

But... I thought..

he is quickly cut off by Summer.

I don't care what you THOUGHT, Shooter. Don't you ever put your hands on my body again. She pauses as she see's Hunter laughing.

GET OUT... BOTH of you... She gives Hunter a stern look, knowing he set the poor boy up. Hunter just stares at her and Shooter walks passed him, pouting as he heads outside.

You're a basket case Hunter... You nearly got that retard hurt.

She walks past Hunter, as his eyes connect directly to her mid-section.

Come on Summer it was just a joke, lighten up a bit. Damn gurl why so high strung? Are you still pissed about what happened a couple weeks ago at Meltdown?

Summer turns back to Hunter, grinning.

Why should I be pissed, now? I told you Drew wouldn't be able to stop me. No one can. The sound of a amusement park horn is heard as the engine to a car starts up. Hunter, looking puzzled goes to the front door, as Summer smiles.

Did you Give Shooter, the keys I put inside the drawer?

Hunter turns, looking at Summer oddly. The two make it to the porch, to see Sterling's car painted black with a "NEW BREED Property" symbol painted on the hood in bright red.. The two just laugh.

Nice handy work huh, I might say, but I couldn't resist that horn. She laughs Think we should let him keep it?

Hunter turns and goes inside and sits back down. He rewinds and watches the tape of VICE once again.

You know all kidding aside, this VICE guy is way out there. He thinks that he is going to help me. Last time I checked I didn't need any help. I think this guy is going to give me a totally different kind of match. Most guys worry about getting hurt and play it safe. This freak is kinda like me in the way that he does not care what happens to get the win.

Sterling comes out and says that it took two of us to beat him, but that is crap cause it was a damn street fight. There are no rules in that and now he sits and makes excuses like everyone else.

So I guess I will have to prove myself with VICE and show him that I can win the normal way, in a normal match. Then at the PPV I will look across the ring once again at his face and see the fear he has in his eyes. It is a look I am getting used to with him..

Summer nods her head, and steps back inside.

You're right, Vice might be someone worth actually stepping into the ring with, He seems a bit weird, but atleast he will put up a decent fight. Not one I have to bore myself with and make things a bit interesting for the people to see.

She sits upon the couch next to Hunter while laying her head upon his shoulder, looking up at him.

Hunter, if you ever...bring that idjit Shooter over here again, warn me ahead of time, and I'll stay home and write more fan mail to Sterling. Summer lifts her head off his shoulder smiling.

I'm sure that will be more exciting.

Hunter looks down at her and smiles. He leans forward, just as there is a knock at the door. Hunter gets a mad look on his face, getting up from the couch and answering the door. He looks out and sees no one there. He feels something on his leg and looks down. He just shuts his eyes and then looks again. Roscoe is standing there.. Shooter was so upset that he had forgotten him.. Hunter gets a devilish grin on his face and looks back over his shoulder at Summer..

Hey Summer, hon it is for you...

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