_{When Worlds Collide}
^{Starring Dan Stein}

Stein steps out the door of his apartment building, into the warm Las Vegas sun. His baby blue American Eagle polo matched the plaid baby blue shorts he wore, along with his baby blue Chuck Taylors. Stein took off down the sidewalk, smiling at everyone as he did.

Stein walks into the club, nodding at the humongous men at the door. He smirks as he passes them by, staring down the waitresses of the bar. As he turns up the stairs, Stein notices the redheaded woman from the night before - the one he woke up next to today. He smirks at her, waiting for her to notice him, before hurrying up the stairs and over to Johnny's door.

Dan Stein: "I told you, Jay. This place is nothing but egos, sluts, drug addicts and a seven foot gangster. Perfect for a good looking young guy, like myself, to come out of nowhere and drop these long winded fools like bags of potatoes."

Johnny smirks, lighting up a fat cigar. Stein leans back, eating away at an apple. Johnny puffs off the cigar quickly, and looks at Stein, strumming his fingers on the desk.

Johnny: "Yeah, you got the job done, Danny. But this is a new week, now there's no females involved."

Stein smirks.

Dan Stein: "And that's a bad thing? Please. Those women couldn't wrestle their way out of a paper bag if it was built for one, stuffed with two, and cut down the side. Traci has no confidence in herself, I'm surprised she doesn't hire someone to wrestle for her. And Faith... well... it's Faith. At least she had more sense in her head to wrestle better than Senor Fusion, but she's still a walking boob joke."

Johnny smirks.

Johnny: "Ha! Alright, Danny, why are you here?"

Dan leans forward, rubbing his hands together.

Dan Stein: "I need to get a hold of this Jayson Black guy. I gotta to make sure we're on the same page going into this thing."

Johnny: "And why can't you go find him alone?"

Stein laughed, running his hands over his body.

Dan Stein: "I'm a six foot white boy from Iowa walking into the Lion's Den in that place. You think I want to go there alone? I was hoping you'd 'lend' some 'help' to me."

Johnny looks at Stein, shaking his head.

Johnny: "I can't, Danny. I've got a club to run. Not to mention the fact that you're a big boy. You go handle your business, and I'll handle mine here."

Stein sighs, nodding.

Dan Stein: "Alright, alright. I kind of thought that was coming..."

Johnny: "Good. You know me well, then. I've got an appointment in five minutes, and I need to hit the pisser. Anything else I can do for you?"

Stein stood up, shaking his head.

Dan Stein: "Nope. That was it."

Stein sighed, walking out of the room...

The man walked down the sidewalk, a heavy sweater covering his body with a bandana over his face. As the man continues up the street, it's fairly obvious that the man is in the Bronx. The back of his sweatshirt reads 'Carzani', which is the pseudo-name Stein used when he fought in the MMA fed ALBATROSS.  Stein, as Carzani, walked towards the building down towards the end of the street, before the building's name was revealed: Bronx Gym. Stein pulls open the door and walks into the building.

Standing by the punching bag, throwing kicks and elbows is Dan's partner for the upcoming show. Black is wearing black sneakers, black sweat pants and a grey "American Fighter" shirt.

Black: "Well, you are the last person I thought I would see here, after what you did last week."

Stein chuckled, pulling the bandana off of his face.

Dan Stein: "First off: I'm sorry about that. I, uh... you know, slipped. Second, how in the hell did you know it was me?"

Black: "While over in Japan, I did a few stints in K-1 and Pride...so I know a MMA follow through when I get hit with one."

Stein smirked.

Dan Stein: "I figured as much, ya huge... rhino you."

Stein was next to his partner by now, giving him a playful tap on the shoulder with a closed fist.

Dan Stein: "So, I made the effort to come here... from Las Vegas. In coach. It sucked. I just want to make sure we're, you know, on the same page. God knows what'll happen to us if Fusion gets his hands on us."

Black: "Oh don't you worry...come match time, I'll have your back. But Dan..."

Stein's eyes dart back and forth as he pulls the hood down in the back.

Dan Stein: "Uh... shoot?"

Black: "You hit me again...and I'll do my best to make sure that is the last punch you ever throw."

Stein nods to no one, now.

Dan Stein: "Whoa, whoa. Easy big fellah. You think I want to get on your bad side? That's a whole lot of bad mamma jamma right there, broski. Hell no. I came here to prove to you, Mr. Black, that I mean business with this match, and that you and I? We're unstoppable. You're all... all RAGE... and stuff... and I'm, shit. I'm the speed and the.. and the brains of the operation, right?"

Black: "Brains?"

Stein steps back, hiding fear..

Dan Stein: "I mean, not the 'brains', sayin' you 'aint got none', ya know? Just meanin'... I've seen Kenji wrestle before, I can outwork the guy. And I can tell you how to do the same. That's all, bro. That's all. No need to get upset, dudeman."

Black: "Heh...I'm not that new to this Dan. I've done the studying. I've followed Kenji from his little DIWF beginnings to now. The same way I've done with you. I know we can work togather, Stein. I know we can knock things out of the box...but I also know your history with partners."

Stein smirked, finding the man amusing.

Dan Stein: "Oh! Then you know I carried Connor McLellan to the LEGACY Tag Titles? And you know that Cade Sydal and I were steamrolling the Cheeseman Cup, before Sydal decided to vacate to SHOOT Project, eh, dudeski? What exactly is my 'history', do tell, oh, wise one."

Black: "What about Kanyon, Dan?"

Stein shook his head.

Dan Stein: "Now, now. That was when I was young and impressionable, and Matt Kanyon wasn't anything but what I used him for, at the time. A place to stay, and a good laugh when I took off. But that was then, Jayson, this is now! This is the new era. This is the era of Dan 'The Lights' Stein, and Jayson 'The Black Rhino' Black in ICE. Not Dan Stein in OPW, or Dan Stein in LEGACY. No! You know this. And unlike Matt Kanyon, you're not a waste of talent, you're like... you're like Thomas Manchester Black, who actually DID shit with what he has to offer! And he was GOOD at it. Just like you are. Just like we are. Right, partner?"

Black turns to Stein, surprised that he mentioned his older cousin.

Black: "You know what, Dan....your pretty fly for a white guy."

Stein smirked.

Dan Stein: "That's what all the ladies say, brotha!"

Stein holds out a fist, obviously trying to act up to his surroundings.

Black: "Don't worry...Danny boy, no pipes are gonna call for you while you're here. Now, with that out of the way...dealing with the two we face this week."

Stein smirks, dropping his fist slowly, as though it was never up.

Dan Stein: "We both know Fusion's about as smart as a bag of bricks, and couldn't handle your jockstrap with both hands."

Black: "This is true...but even a blind man hits something if he fires enough shots."

Stein chuckles, shaking his head.

Dan Stein: "Nah, dude. This blind guy's shots are fired, the only thing this guy has going for him is his mean hair comb skills and the fact his name is a scientific term. Other than that, the guy's a big ball of ridiculous. It's like throwing Zach Morris into the ring and saying, "Hai guyz. Haves funz." Honestly, and Kenji Yamada knows this, Fusion is the weakpoint of the team. Not saying Kenji is anything worth writing home about, I don't plan on his hanging or beating wives until they die here. But he can still wrestle... kinda... I guess... if he has to."

Black: "So then for a easy night, keep Kenji on the outside and Fusion in the ring?"

Stein smirks.

Dan Stein: "I'm not the brains of the operation after all. Oh, and a couple shots to the knees wont hurt anything either, eh? Eh? Keep him grounded, nothing either of the fuck-tards can do. Besides, I don't expect to see anything out of Kenji but a ball of addiction springing for it's next high. And Fusion... I'm not even sure the guy can speeka the English. Not that it matters, I just don't think I've heard him speak anything coherent."

Black: "Too many shots to the head, I guess. So I won't feel too bad about adding to that amount."

Stein nods, smirking.

Dan Stein: "And I'll do what I do, catch the morons off balance, and blam! Lights Out, Rhino Buster, yadda yadda, match over! Good, I'm glad we got this worked out."

Black: "So am I. May have to call on you to grab you another set of Tag Titles."

Stein nodded, grinning.

Dan Stein: "I might just answer."

Stein snaps and points at Jayson, overzealously.

Dan Stein: "So, uh... where's the nearest Subway? Not, like the, uh... train thing, but the sub place. I'm fuckin' starvin'."

Stein chuckles, as he waits for the response...

Stein is now back on the streets, covered up again, more than likely. But Jayson Black is still in the gym, pounding away at a punching bag. The camera opens up on him there, and he stops his onslaught, to turn to the camera.

Black: "Okay, kids. It seems that the Front Office has decided that your time here must come to an end. Which is alright with me. I got no problems getting my hands dirty and take out the trash. Fusion...you're nothing more then a walking target. A living punching bag for me to practice on. You can go ahead and train all you want. Hell go and learn some new moves. It doesn't matter. Because once i get my hands on you, everything is going to come to an end. Starting with whatever career that you have. And once you are out of the way...that just leaves you, Kenji. Me and you have some unfinished business to take care of. And one way or another, things will be handled. One way or another me and you are going to come face to face and see just to what limit we are willing to push past. Jayson Black and Dan Stein....say it....love it...learn to respect it or its LIGHTS OUT!!!"