Alternative
Verse II

*Tuesday - Scene I*

*The scene opens with James caine drinking a beer beside Xtreme Wrestling network stars, Corbin Kaige, Mike Mayhem, Dan Taylor, and Antonia Malone. They are seated in James Private bar, just relaxing, when the door opens, and in walks long time friends Weapon X, Vic Powers, Evan Michaels, Juggernaut, and Freddy Ryder.

"HOLY CHRIST! You guys actually made it!" James Says as he spits beer all over Taylor, and Malone.

"Yea, I had to pick up some hitchhikers along the way though." Vic says pointing to Evan Michaels.

"HEY!" Evan retorts with no real comeback.

Kaige sets down his poolstick and moves to stare Powers up and down, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Vicious Vic Powers son, who the fuck are you?"

"Settle down you too..." Says Mike as he stands and gets between them.

"Harley?" Says Vic with a look of confusion on his face. "Holy fcking god man... I haven't seen you since.....since...."

"I know it's been a while Vic, don't think I don't still owe you an ass whooping for that spot in Clevland too."

"I WAS DRUNK HAR!" Says Vic to Mike.

Ryder steps into the circle of well built men with a beer from Caine's fridge as Antonia takes her shot in the background. "You know I hate to break up this sentimental moment, but are we gonna do this or did we come here to scratch cocks and drink beer?" says Ryder.

At this Weapon X chimes in, "Apparently according to Powers we're still gonna be waiting for a Mr. Hunter and his guests."

"Fuck You were supposed to pick up Hunter Vic!"

"I did, he insisted on taking his car."

Kaige groans and takes a seat back at the bar as Taylor takes a shot on the pool table and misses completly prompting the cue ball to smash into the face of the ever silent Juggernaut.

The door flies open and in walks a soaking wet Jack Hunter followed by a completely dry ArJay and Excitor.

Everyone is laughing at Hunter, when James steps up, "What.....ha ha.....What in the grey granny gump goose fucking happened to you Jack?"

"I had an accident."

"Yo this fool WRECKED his shit man you shoulda seen it, His shit was all kinds of up in the ditch down the street."

"Upside down Corolla...up to the rims in sewage... It was prettty funny." Says Excitor from beside ArJay.

Everyone continues laughing as the scene fades out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Tuesday Night - Scene II*

All twelve men are gathered in a circle on the fifty yard line and James Caine steps into the middle. "Alright Ladies, Shirts and skins will be decided after teams. The only rule is to watch for jewels, and no killing. Maiming, hurting, destroying, and just plain fucking a mother fucker up are completly allowed and encouraged. So With that the Captain of team two will be....."

Caine looks around the circle at a majority of his former in-ring enemies who have become some of his closest friends and the few newer faces who are begining to show signs of that same friendship.

He spots Freddy Ryder and that sick grin that screams at him 'Yea Caine, you know you're better... but I'll still give you the worst fight of your life.'

"Ryder"

"Prick" says Ryder to James as he steps up beside him.

"Loser" counters James

The teams are chosen and the Battle lines are drawn as James grabs the ball and runs to the forty yard line. Ryder's team moves to the opposite end of the field and Caine punts the ball clear bac to the six where it's fielded by Evan Michaels who takes off behind the mamoth Juggernaut.

The scene fades out and to DMX's 'Ruff Ryders' Anthem' interleaved with highlights of the intense football game.

"TALK IS CHEAP MOTHER FUCKER!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Wednesday - Scene III*

James caine is seen sitting in his swirling white and black room pondering his next chess move as he simply looks to the board.

James takes a deep breath, before sitting back and removing a Marlboro from his pack and lighting it.

"Expect the unexpected... Darkness Will prevail... Sadistic to Syck... from evil clown to hood rat. meh, makes sense."

"At least the name change makes sense I mean, after the beating you're sitting there denying I gave you... Hell I'd change my name too."

"Let's go over the TOP TEN main points...or should I say the first ten FUCK UPS... of your little exscuse of a promotion. Shall we?"

1] BLAH BLAH BLAH! You talk to damn much Helen Keller.

2] What makes me want to step into the ring with you? Absolutely nothing, you're not worth my time.

3] Death wish? Already outsmarted him, next.

4] Not going to be defeated? Hmm... I beg to differ... I'd say your ass is kicked but that's really all that I have left to do. Get to that later.

5] I got lucky? I don't get lucky, Luck don't exist homie, it's an exscuse for those who can't handle the TRUTH.

6] Two men, blah blah blah one walking out... But I'm not? Why are you going to grant me my wish of death in a ring? I don't think so kid. Go back to Stu Hart's Dungeon.

7] I guarentee a win this Thursday. Well either I smacked your bitch ass around too much last week or you're finally admitting you have no chance... not really sure on that one...

8] a lot of blood spilled by my... Oh you can bank on that one.... Fans of me shouldn't watch? I'd agree with that because it might make them realize how sick and sadomasochistic I can be...but the catch on that one is that 50% of my fans are my fans for that very reason. the other 50% love me because I prove I am that much better Every...Damn....Time. I've spent too long on this one... Number NINE.

9] Don't have the agility to hang with you? and I'm riding coattails...Again with the coattail shit... We've already established that I'm more experienced than BOTH ArJay and Ex. They'll tell you the same, and that we're a unit. Agility? PFFFT!!

*James Makes a jerking motion with his hand*

Yea right... Tell me when you're done making exscuses and trying to sound exponentially more badass than what you truly are. Okay, My experience speaks for itself, you think history and past titles don't mean dick? Think again, they tell you that the guy you're going to get your ass whooped by this Thursday Night... KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK HE'S DOING between the ropes. better get used to that rookie.

and number ten....Someone who's level I'm on? Sure thin Sean. I'll make absolutely sure next time I tell Bill to give me a match he gives me someone who can actually give me a fucking challenge.

Oh..By the way...Nice cheap-o tactic on trying to quote DMX in that long ass rant about absolute bullshit. Hey did you even breathe as you said that shit Dawg?Here lemme show ya how you sound...

I mean shit son, I can spit DMX's game and be done, but I'd much rather spill my own flow on how your shit don't go. How you're nuttin but a bitch, and nuttin but a glitch in my map that I'mma bitch slap, I'd say y'all make me go all out, and y'all make me lose my mind if it wasn't already gone. Take that foot out your mouth it's on. And when ya dazed and confused, starin up at the light, after the smoke clears from the fight, Make no mistake in that mind that ya pride is bruised, and your ego abused, the name they sayin's still the same.... James Mother Fucking Caine.

Okay so that sounded nothing like you because it sounded umpteen times better than you ever could. I think that about takes your ass to school, I'm off to the gym... because that's what I do.

*James stands and leaves the scene then reenters the scene.*

Oh yea...almost forgot....

*James moves a white knight, then knocks over the black king.*

Check-Mate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Thursday Noon - Scene IV*

*Caine has been working out since he woke at 4:30 am, and is just finishing his daily routine.

*Inhale*

*Exhale*

*Ting*

'Sadistic' Sean Smith...Syck Sean Smith? Who gives a fuck what he calls himself.'

*Inhale*

*Exhale*

*Ting*

'Attitude Adjustment? Expect the unexpected? High flying little pussbucket who thinks speed makes the game.'

*Inhale*

*Exhale*

*Ting*

'I'll show him where all the power lies....... in the mental Edge.'

*Caine drops the weight bar and lets the two hundred and fifty pounds weight stack hit hard, as he stands and heads back inside for the day.*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Thursday Night...

I pulled the porsche into the parking space and just sat there staring at the wheel as thoughts eroded my mind as though they were a part of niagra falls.

'I couldn't let the Hatter take over tonight. Sean Smith wouldn't only lose his career, but his life. He was insane....Stay away Hatter...This is a wrestling Match....You've got XWn this is WWn.... Alright...You aren't.....needed.........heeeeerrrree.....' I glance to the rearview mirror despite my best efforts to resist the urge. My eyes make contact with their dark alterior reflection, and my body locks up. I try to move, but everything but my eyes, and seemingly my own mouth is paralyzed. Was it Fear? No, it was control, and HE wanted it.

"BULLSHIT CAINE! YOU NEED ME EVERWHERE BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! I GIVE YOU DRIVE! I GIVE YOU LIFE!!!" my voice screamed in a tone and pitch that was familiar yet not completely my own.

"If I have to start killing people to prove to these ungrateful rookies like Smith to respect their elders, and recognize accomplishments....... then I fucking will. And YOU CAINE....CAN'T STOP ME!" Came the voice again, and I culd do nothing to cut it off.

'I will stop you Hatter...Someday I wil-'

The Hatter cut me off "SHUT UP CAINE! This isn't a fucking GAME! This is your life... Welcome to it, and Wonderland. Enjoy your stay, I have work to do." before thrusting me back to my Wonderland home somewhere within the dark recesses of my own cerebellum.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Thursday Night...

I stepped out of the blood red porsche slamming the door behind me. The air smelled of gasoline, sweat, and fear. I placed my sunglasses upon my face as I cracked my neck to the side and made my way towards the back entrance of the arena.

"OH MY GODD!! JAMES CAINE!!!! THERE HE IS!!! "

"I knew I seen his porsche come this way!!"

"JAMES!! JAMES!! "

The hundreds of Fans bullrushed towards me as I booked for the door. Bruno the security guard opened the door just in time for me to dive through it, slamming it shut behind me, as I stood and dusted myself off. I moved to situate my tophat when I realized it had been lost to the masses. Somebody was about a half hour away from being rich on E-bay. Bastards...

I stared down the hall with angst at the unfamiliar faces but that ALL TOO FAMILIAR scene backstage, whilest thinking to myself loud enough for Caine to hear me.

'Only two things going to happen tonight... Sean Smith is going to die... and I WILL get my hat back.'