_{You Fucked With the Wrong Guy}
^{Staring Dan Stein}

^{The sirens had ceased,
but Stein still heard them ringing in his ear. The look in his eye was... scary.
He definitely didn't look in the mood for a beer, let alone anyone to step in
his path. As his loafer shoes trudged through the once-ice-now-mud, Stein never
took his eyes off of the front door. The camera panned to the door, which had
obviously been kicked in. Stein trudged up the front steps, as a police officer
put an arm out to stop him.}

^{Police Officer:
"Sir, You can't go in there."}

^{Stein didn't stop, but
instead walked up into the house. The police officer jumped to follow Stein, but
another stopped him.}

^{Police Officer:
"Don't... the vic was his mom."}

^{Police Officer:
"Was?"}

^{The second officer
nodded. As the camera cut to Stein again, he walked slowly through the house,
analyzing every little thing, making sure everything was still in place. His
eyes ran over everything, every... single... last... item. Picture frames, the
couch cushions, the rugs on the ground, everything... but nothing seemed out of
place. As Stein turned in the room, the pictures being snapped, the men talking
on their radios, women scraping down the area around the sprawled out woman,
searching for anything they could find... but they found nothing, and Stein knew
they wouldn't.}

^{This guy had gotten
him. He just didn't know who the guy was.}

^{Cut scene. Dan Stein is
standing in his apartment just outside of Atlanta. He's holding a bowl of Fruit
Loops, munching away at the silverware in his mouth. His eyes are attached to
the television, the College Bowl Selection show. He shakes his head, turning
away to put the bowl in his sink. Stein's topless body shows the now healed
tattoo across his stomach that reads 'The Lights' in Old English lettering. As
he turns around, 'Prototype-X' is still across his lower back in the same font
style. He drops his bowl in the sink, before walking out to the sliding glass
door. Dan stands in front of the window, just looking at the outside world for a
second.}

^{Dan Stein:
"Look at the people... look at them walk
around with a purpose... but yet they still stay out of another person's way.
And when they 'accidentally' bump into said person, they offer them a handshake,
a wave, something to admit their wrong doing... they respect the people around
them. They respect the people with purposes much like their own... they're human
beings, not animals."}

^{Stein's eyes snap back to
the camera, quickly.}

^{Dan Stein: "However,
8-Ball doesn't have that respect. Not for me, not for Adam Davis. Not for anyone
but himself. He doesn't respect the sport, the life... he just respects what HE
wants... not what others work for."}

^{Stein shakes his head,
turning to the window again.}

^{Dan Stein}^{:
"I'm going to laugh when 8-Ball gets blown out of the water by Davis.
Simply because he didn't respect the man's talents enough. He didn't respect
Adam Davis. Just like he doesn't respect me."}

^{Stein sighs.}

^{Dan Ste}ⁱⁿ^{:
"In fact... I don't believe anybody respects me. Not Adam Davis, not Ida
May, not even... Ryan Lewis. That's fine though, the man doesn't respect
himself, let alone respect anyone else in the world..."}

^{Stein stepped out, onto
his balcony. The picture switched to a camera on the deck, looking in at Stein
as Stein's eyes wandered the streets.}

^{Dan Stein}^:^{"The Kumquat Kid... Mr. Bleach himself. Fucking spectacular.
It's amazing how little the man knows about the world around him, yet how much
shit he talks about it. His absolutely moronic thoughts being spewed out of his
mouth like some God damned sort of sewage that I and the rest of the fan base
has to listen to - oh... that's right. Ryan Lewis is the only man on the roster
with less of an IQ than the entire}^{fan base}^{, so they HAVE
to like him based on sheer principle. He's the only man that makes them feel
slightly educated."}

^{Stein leaned against the
wooden bar just at waist height.}

^{Dan Stein}^:^{"Ah, but Lewis has wrestled with the likes of Azraith
DeMitri, and he's out to take vengence on those that influenced his dear and
true best friend, Chris Chimaira. Save me the fucking speech, Ryan. If you were
conscious to the world, you would understand that Raymond's OPW isn't holding
your best fucking friend back, Raymond's OPW is putting the spotlight on him.
Something you couldn't do for him, something your other buddy, that
widower-turned-queer Ledgerwood couldn't do for him, something that nobody could
do for Chris but Chris himself. He just made the best decision of his life by
joining Raymond's OPW. You, on the other hand... you doomed yourself."}

^{Stein thought back to the
last episode of Showdown.}

^{Dan Stein}^:^{"Calling two members of the most talented stable in OPW
history 'poo'? You couldn't even think of something more educated, something...
funny, you had to resort to grade school humor to get yourself over with the
fans, Ryan? How pathetic are you? Do you realize how absurd you are to the fans
of OPW?"}

^{Stein looked at the
camera.}

^{Dan Stein}^:^{"That's right... they don't care. They think it's funny. They
think you doing fancy little jingles and acting like a retarded four year old on
crack is the most hilarious thing in the world. You agree, too, don't you? You
think it's absolutely BREATHTAKINGLY funny when you disrespect people like you
did on Showdown, when you can't even figure out the God damned 'chopped thumb'
trick? How will you ever make a suitable champion, if you can't even tie your
own shoelaces. You never will."}

^{Stein peered out into the
streets.}

^{Dan Stein}^:^{"You'd be a disgrace to the title. You'd be a disgrace to the
company. No - check that... you ARE a disgrace to the company. That is why I
will NEVER... EEEEVER.. let you beat me. Ever. If I have to wrestle with a
broken neck, two broken legs and fractured skull, you can damn well bet that you
wont become champion under my watch, Ryan. You can}^guaranty^{that you, Ryan, will be sitting at home during 'Quatmas', begging for a sudden
stroke of genius to hit you, just so you can act like a mature fucking adult
once in your life and DO SOMETHING with the talent you... claim... to have.
Where as I, Ryan, will be using my PROVEN talent against you. There is no way
you'll be walking out of Back Alley with a win, Ryan. You might as well not even
show up."}

^{Stein turned to the
camera.}

^{Dan S}^tein^:^{"Hey, Lily. Before you get down to the ring, don't waste your
time putting on your referee outfit. In fact, you know what. Just do it now...}

^{Start Counting."}

^{Cut feed. The camera
shifts back into the living room of Stein's apartment. Stein sits on his couch,
with a phone up to his ear.}

^{Dan Stein: "Mom?
Maybe you should go on a vacation. I'm having some fucked up dreams about you
now."}

^{The sound of the
woman's voice on the other end is heard.}

^{Dan Stein: "Trust
me, Mom."}

^{The woman's voice
again.}

^{Dan Stein: "Mom.
Respect my wishes, and get the fuck out of the house. Seriosuly."}

^{The woman's voice.}

^{Dan Stein: "I don't
know. We'll go somewhere for Christmas..."}

^{She speaks again.}

^{Dan Stein: "I'll be
up there after my match. I promise, Mom. I promise."}

^{The look on Stein's
face was one of relief, but still had a splash of tension. He wasn't sure how
long she'd be safe... but he was going to make sure she didn't get hurt.}