The scene begins, Dan Stein walking through the doors of Hybrid Gym, the official training place of The Dynasty (Eric Flaherty, Mason 'Chivalric' Bishop, Jun Kenshin and Dan Stein). As the door to the gym swings open, Stein stares up into the middle of the 'ring', which is nothing more than a glorified back alley. Staring back down at him is the man that introduced him to wrestling, the man that plucked him out of the fire, almost literally, took him away from the Iowa City Fire Department and put him in the OPW headquarters, one of the most intelligent promoter that OPW has seen. The famous... the retired, Marc Summers.

Mr. Summers: “What? You look like you've just seen a ghost.”

Dan Stein: “I haven't seen you since - “

Mr. Summers: “Since you 'released me of my duties', Daniel? Yes. I remember that day well.”

Stein just shook his head. He dropped his bags and walked to the ring.

Mr. Summers: “I see you're trying to up your repertoire.”

Dan Stein: “Trying to? I'm the reigning undefeated champion of - “

Mr. Summers: “A defunct organization. Yes, that little company in New York. I heard.”

Dan Stein: “Heard?”

Summers smirks.

Mr. Summers: “Saw. Point is, congratulations and all, but that belt is still on the shelf, not being defended.”

Dan Stein: “I trained with Cade Sydal, who you yourself admitted to be one of the best technical wrestlers you've ever seen.”

Mr. Summers: “I know.”

Dan Stein: “And I won the last REAL Sky High Cup.”

Mr. Summers: “And you beat Aeolus Wrath, who can't stay in an organization to save his fath... bad analogy. You get the point.”

Dan Stein: “Did you come in here to drill me, or should I be expecting something else.”

Marc sighs.

Mr. Summers: “My you've gotten cocky.”

Dan Stein: “My, you've gotten old. Anything else?”

Mr. Summers nods.

Mr. Summers: “I wanted to come and tell you, personally, that I'm sorry.”

Dan Stein: “For what, you didn't do anything.”

Mr. Summers: “You're right. And neither did you.”

Dan Stein: “I'm... not following you.”

Mr. Summers: “I'm not sorry for something I did, I'm not sorry for something you did. I'm here to send my condolences about-”

Dan Stein: “Shut up.”

Mr. Summers: “Your father. I know you took the accident hard but it wasn't-”

Mr. Summers: “Your fault. It wasn't your fault.”

Dan Stein: “The farm was taking off, Marc. The farm was excelling better than we could've ever imagined. We were raking in money left and right. Selling cows, getting two back for cheaper. We had money out the wazoo. Then you had to come in and show me the 'great sport' of wrestling. After that? The farm collapsed. My mom got ill, the cows got sick, the corn didn't grow. My family suffered through a thousand acre famine, while I tried to make a name for myself, a name that you said I would create just by showing up. Did you not?”

Mr. Summers: “So I did.”

Dan Stein: “You're damned right you did. You put this false fucking hope in my head that I would ever become something with you. That you'd make me something. All you made me was a jobber with a good gimmick. That's why I fired you. Because you taught me nothing.”

Mr. Summers: “I taught you everything you knew.”

Dan Stein: “Bullshit. I knew how to act. I knew how to look good. You taught me three moves, the rest I just imitated. My training? Cade Sydal? Art West? Eric – Fucking – Flaherty? Those are the people that taught me everything I know, Marc. You taught me how to suck, but suck well. I created my own opportunities. I won Sky High, I won that MMA belt. I beat everyone and anyone that tried to step up to me. I won the tag titles, and I'll win the LEGACY belt at 'Advent Empire'.”

Mr. Summers: “You didn't do anything, Daniel. I don't know why you're beating yourself up over this.”

Dan Stein: “I didn't do anything? You're right. You're ABSOLUTELY right, Marc. I was too busy selling myself for nothing to TTW that I didn't see how hard my dad was working. I should've been there to hold the ladder, Marc. I should've been there to hold the wire. But I wasn't. Because you had to put an idea in my head that didn't become reality. That wont become reality. Not with you around, anyhow. You're nothing, Marc. You're 'infamous' and all this bullshit. You have a great sense of talent, but you suck at developing it. Maybe that's why you've retired.”

Mr. Summers: “So, what, Dan? You have to go around cracking people over the head with steel chairs to be something.”

Dan Stein: “To make them see.”

Mr. Summers: “See what? That you're whining? That you want to beat Greyson Blade, but just can't get over the hump to do it.”

Dan Stein: “I will.”

Mr. Summers: “Okay, Dan. I believe you. I know you have the talent to get over that hill. The question is, Dan... do you? Do you know you have the talent. Do you believe yourself? Are you 'supposed' to be here? Or are you supposed to be back home in Iowa, putting out fires and taking care of your family's farm, when you could be making more money wrestling for half of a year than you could make at the farm in three?”

Dan Stein: “Get out. Get out of the ring.”

Mr. Summers: “What?”

Dan Stein: “I said, 'Get out. Get out of the ring'. I wont repeat myself again.”

Mr. Summers: “I don't know what your problem-”

Dan Stein: “Doubt that, Marc. Doubt that.”

Dan Stein: “It's not a question of if – I will beat Greyson Blade. It's not a question of when – at Advent Empire. It's not a question of how – Within an inch of his life. It's not a question of why – I fucking deserve it. I don't doubt shit. And neither will they.”

The camera cuts to an image of Dan Stein raising the Sky Cup: Invitational 2 trophey above his head, with the men around him blurred out. Then, text: The Best LEGACY Has to Offer.

End