So here we stand, days out from the next event of the UWF, and I notice you guys have really outdone yourselves this time. The big wigs upstairs seem to think I dont deserve a solid match yet here. Last week they drop me in a match with James Gard and I tell you, wasnt worth the time I spent in the ring. Sure a win is a win is a win, but come on already, that guy wasnt worth the skin he was printed on. And now, instead of throwing me in a match against someone with talent and skills, you throw me in the ring with Jason Myers. I'm sure he has a rapsheet long enough of wins and loses to prove that he is "worthy" of this match, but I think I deserve much, MUCH better. Jason, I hear you telling me that I'm in the wrong place in the wrong time. I've been around this business for years, and to be honest, I've heard that time and time again. It's almost as old as many of the cliche's out there nowadays. It's time for you to come up with something original. You say you are going to beat me. You say you are basically going to leave me bloodied on the mat as you stand above me gloating. There is only one problem with your whole scenerio. You are going to have to prive it. You see Myers, I've seen your kind before. Mad at the world for making your life hell, wanting to claw your way to the top of the UWF food chain as it were to make a name for yourself, with nothing but words and women's mascara. You see Jason, I know your type all too well. You think that because you have been in the ring for quite awhile now, you know from "experience" that you are gonna walk out of the arena that night with another win under your belt and a chance to run for the title. What you didnt count on was getting into the ring with the likes of a legend. With the likes of a Dynasty. With the likes, of me! So I say to you Myers, bring what you think you will need to hammer out a win. Bring some stop signs. Bring a nail gun and some carpenters nails. Hell bring a bloody hammer if you really need to. Bring anything you wish with you, as long as you just simply BRING IT. You want the chance to win the title man? Do you really want it bad enough you can taste it like blood in your mouth, choking you til you turn blue? If you truly want the same thing that I desire, then you damn well better make that match between u nothing but spectacular my friend. I've got the taste of blood on my tongue, gold on my mind, and my carrier at my fingertips. Come hurt me Jason. Come beat me within inches of my life. Come show me you deserve everything that your painted face desires and I'll make damn sure to show you just how much you deserve it. If you lose that night Myers, then you better start looking for a new place to set up camp because you will drop into obscurity and no one will hear from you again; but if you win Jason, if you are able to pull off a win of this magnitude, over a giant in this industry, over a man that has his eyes set on the very same thing you do, then you will show the world you truly deserve to be playing with the big boys. Come play little man. Come slap around the mighty lion. See what exactly happens when even the big dogs get taught a lesson by the king of the jungle. The day is cool and crisp. The sun, which is shining brightly in the sky warms the night like a pie fresh out of the oven. People walking around the outside of the mall in London, England are all carrying bundles and bags and courting smiles from their days luxuries. Inside the halls of the massive four story mall, many customers and patrons scramble about, hopelessly in search of that perfect gift for themselves or their loved ones. In the center of the mall, a band entertains the onlookers, getting the kids laughing and dancing. Kids are laughing and having a good time as the parents sit and watch, wondering just how much this day is gonna cost them when all is said and done. Up on the fourth floor of the mall, a familiar face walks out of the Sam Goody’s store carrying a small plastic bag. Darion Steel takes the bag in his hand and inserts it into the inside pocket of his jacket. He stops in the middle of the hallway and looks around. He notices a tiny internet café down the way. He walks into Streams N’ Beans, and sits down at the first available computer he finds. He opens Internet Explorer and logs into his Hotmail account. He searches through the seemingly endless amount of junk mail, and checks his in box. He sits back in the chair with a puzzled look upon his face. Darion: I don’t get. I just don’t. Where the hell could he be? The patron to his right perks her ears up. She looks over at him and notices his demeanor. She decides not to say anything and turns back to her terminal. He deletes all of his unwanted emails and logs out. He sits staring at the screen for a few moments, pondering his next move. He begins typing again, this time in Google. The woman next to him looks back once again, this time catching Darion’s eye. He tries to ignore her, but to no avail as she stares at him. He turns and looks at her. Darion: Is there something I can help you with? Woman: Oh shit. Uhm, I’m sorry. No I’m fine. Darion: What do you need? You seem interested in me typing or something. Woman: I’m sorry. Just you look so damn familiar and I can’t seem to shake it. Have we met before? Darion: I doubt it. I’m not here often. I’m only in town for a short stay. Woman: Hmm, I’m not sure then. You seem puzzled. Darion: I guess. Just wondering why I haven’t heard from a friend of mine. I haven’t heard hide nor hair from him in like four or five weeks. Kinda concerns me. The longest he hasn’t talked to me in years is a few days. This is kinda pushing it for him. Woman: If you don’t mind me asking, then why would you be searching through Google? Darion: Well honestly, I was kinda looking for any news paper articles pertaining to something about him, but I doubt any papers here would have anything about him and his antics so I'm kinda lost. The woman slides her chair over beside him, looking up at him as she is considerably shorter. Woman: Man you’re a big one aren’t ya. Darion: What can I say? I liked my vegetables as a kid. Woman: Where would you be looking for him, like what town? Darion: The best place to probably check would be Toronto, Ontario Canada The woman chuckles as she reaches for the keyboard. Darion watches as she types in the internet address for the Toronto Star newspaper. She looks back into his eyes. Woman: Anything else you need? Darion: Well, the internet really isn’t my thing. I’m lucky if I can check email without causing problems. Woman: I’ve got some time. What you need to look for? Darion: Well, see if you can find anything about any unexplained arsons or anything in and around the area. The woman looks at Darion with an eyebrow cocked. Darion: It’s probably better that you don’t ask. Woman: I was kinda thinking the same thing. She starts typing away while Darion sits back and watches, once in awhile turning enough that he can check her out. She notices this but only smirks and continues to search. Woman: There doesn’t seem to be anything like that here, which is kinda odd for that area from what I've heard of it. Darion sits back and looks at the wall. Darion: Then where the hell are you Pete? Woman: Pete? Wait. Pete as in Darknesss? Darion: Uhm yeah. Woman: You’re Darion Steel. Darion: Last time I checked. How the hell did you know that? The woman opens another Explorer window and types in another URL address. Up comes an Ultraviolent Wrestling fan site. She clicks on a couple links, and brings up the newest show card. Under it, there are many different posts dedicated to said card. Darion: What the hell? Woman: I've been a fan of wrestling for years. I remember seeing you and Pete wrestle together years ago, singles and tag. I’m a big fan of UWF, have been since it opened. I found this site a few months back and instantly joined. There is everything in here, from what’s going on on the next card, as you can see, to backstage gossip and whatnot. Darion: That’s kinda creepy if you ask me. Woman: Why? Darion: Well by the looks of this site, you guys know more then I do, and I'm in the fed. What does my next card look like? The woman scrolls through the site and many pages and brings up the next UWF card. She points at it. Woman: It looks like you are wrestling Jason Myers next. I'm sure a big man like you should be able to handle him. I seen you beat James Gard last week. That was absolutely brutal. Darion: You're telling me. I'm still pulling glass out of my arms and chest. Woman: If you are up for it, I could well, you know, pull the rest of the shards out of your body. The woman gives Darion an evil grin Darion: Hehe, so, uhm, this site here, It basically tells you everything eh? Anything else? The woman scans over the site once again, losing her little evil grin to concentrate on what shes doing. Woman: Apparently whoever wins their matches this week will compete against the winners of the other matches for a shot at the title. Darion: Oh really now? That may just come in very handy if I'm able to pull a win off. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on a little bit of gold this early in my UWF carrier. Darion ponders the thought briefly before he looks back at the woman. Darion: This site is kinda pretty neat. Woman: It IS neat. You should check it out sometime. Darion: May have to, but for now, I’m still looking for Pete. The woman clicks on a few links, sending her back to the Toronto Star pages. Woman: Nothing that I can see here, at least not yet. It’s like he just up and vanished. Darion: See, I’m use to him taking off, but this is too much. I gotta go find the little Houdini. The woman logs off and closes the windows. Woman: Would you mind if I told everyone that I met you on the fan site? I think they would get envious. Darion: Sure, why not. I'm sure you could get them really make them jealous. Woman: I’d love to. How shall I contact you if I need proof. Darion grabs her binder and flips it to the first page. He takes the pen out of his inside pocket of his jacket and commences to write. Darion: Here is my email address. If you need anything, please email me and I'll be sure to get back to you when I get back online. Woman: For sure I will. She grabs her binder and takes out a card from inside. She hands it to Darion. Woman: Here is my email address as well, and my cell phone number. Call me anytime... She stutters slightly Woman: Uhm... so.. you can uhm... keep this little girl on the envy list of the fan site. Darion smiles coyly and looks down at her. Darion: I will. He leans down and kisses her on the cheek. She looks up at him with glazed eyes and a grin on her face. Darion stands up straight and looks at the card. Darion: Thanks for the help Ashley. She smiles and blushes. Ashley: You are very welcome. I'm hoping you win your next match. Darion: So do I darling. So do I.. Who knows what could happen? She chuckles as he turns and walks out of the café. She falls back into her chair looking out the front window as Darion disappears from out front. She turns around and immediately logs into the fan site with a smile on her face. Darion wanders down the hallway and stops in front of an electronics store. He looks at the flat panel screen television on the inside of the window. It’s running the UWF Blood & Guts spot. He sees the Darion Steel Versus Jason Myers card match. He only smiles again, turns, walks away shaking his head. He walks to the elevator, pushes the button and waits. He notices a poster on the wall next elevator promoting the next Blood & Guts event at the The O2 Arena. Darion just shakes his head and grins Darion: Man, it’s everywhere. The elevator door opens. A Few people get off as Darion stands there and waits. He enters when everyone is off. The door closes behind him. He leans against the wall and looks up at the numbers as the slowly count down. 4 Darion: Well the hell could you be man? Between you disappearing and this match with Jason Myers coming up tomorrow night; I don’t have a clue where to even begin. 3. Darion: Should I look for you first or deal with Myers? 2. Darion: Should I train now, or what until you come wandering in with handcuffs and your Zippo in tow? 1. Darion: Fuck! Sometimes I hate you! With that, the door of the elevator opens. Darion walks out once again into the bustle of the mall crowd, listening to the children scream and laugh from the band finishing up their set. He looks around as a few people climb into the elevator behind him. The door closes and the numbers begin to rise again. He stands there a moment and looks around, as if to look for something that surely isn’t there. Defeated, he turns to his right, and starts to walk out of the mall, passing a jolly old man in a red suit walking towards the center of the mall. Darion only shakes his head and continues out the door. Darion: Fucking strange Brits I tell ya. Fucking strange. He walks out of the mall, turns to his left, and vanishes into the crowd of pissed off customers and patrons walking in and out of the mall. Fade to black. So they tell me that the winner of my match and three other matches of the night will compete to see who gets a shot at the precious gold strap. This fairs well for yours truly. With walking through Jason Myers just previous to that event, I should still have saved energy stored for such a fight that night. I can almost taste the gold now. Everyone that night will want to walk away with what they think to be truly their prize, and for most of them, being as insignificant as they are, wont have the slightest chance. Only those who have the knowledge and skill to inflict pain and enjoy every minute of it will be able to stand their ground and stumble up their Mount Olympus to reach for their trophy. Blood will be shed. Sweat will be splashed all over that ring until you can almost skate on it. Everyone in the building will be on their feet watching and cheering and screaming for such a match. They will get their definite monies worth that night in England. England has never seen a war quite like they will that night. Four forces colliding it what will be no less then an epic, EPIC event. And when all is said and done. When the dust clears from the center of the squared circle, one man will be standing dominant over every other superstar that night. Beating one man in a night is bad enough, but to have to beat four men simutaniously after beating that first, that will be a feat in itself. Only one man can truly deliver such a show on such an epic scale. That man, well, you know who it is. You currently cant seem to take your eyes off him.