.Begin.

::The scene opens up to a SWAT van outside of an office building in the downtown area of some random bustling metropolis. The camera pans inside to see what's going on. Inside are four SWAT members geared up and ready to go. They look at a blueprint of the building and the leader begins to talk.::

SWAT Leader - Ok listen up people. We have an unknown number of hostiles in the building. But they're reproducing or replicating or doing whatever it is they need to do to multiply at an alarming rate. Yes Torrijos?

Griggs - Well in all honesty it kind of is. We know the hostiles are human in appearance. But like I said they're multiplying. So they can't be normal humans. So because of the uniqueness of this situation the exterminators called the police and the beat cops are sending us in. Now we've taken thermo scans of each floor of the building. Each floor lights up like a Christmas tree. Yes Wu?

Wu - So that means we're outnumbered at least... what 12 to 1? And we're still going in?

Griggs - That's right. We're going in for recon. Our job is to go in scout out the building as best as possible. Then get out and wait for the army. They have the man power needed for this. We're just here as first responders. Now you've all been armed with lethal weapons and if threatened lethal force has been authorized by the Commish. Now any other questions? Yes, Hollis?

Hollis - So how're they multiplying again?

Griggs - We don't know for sure but judging by the speed some of the best minds in the city are suggesting some sort of asexual mitosis.

Hollis - So one just randomly becomes two?

Griggs - Yep.

Hollis - Where's the fun in that?

Wu - I'll help you have fun later tonight baby.

::Wu and Torrijos pound it while Hollis looks disgusted.::

Hollis - No thanks.

Griggs - All RIGHT. Strap your heads on straight boys and girl. Time to head in.

::The group grab their helmets and put them on. They check their mics and when they're satisfied that all their gear is working properly open the back doors and hop out. They then quickly move to the front door of the building weaving through the Police blockade surrounding the building. Once they reach it. Torrijos kicks the door in and they all rush inside. They duck behind a fountain in the center of the lobby and look around. The flashlights attached to the end of their mp5s scanning the entire room. They hear a noise behind the receptionist's desk and go to investigate. They come around the desk from both sides. They look and see an asian man with black hair and camoflague pants messily trying to get through a wrapper to eat a power bar the receptionist had apparently been stashing at the desk. He looks up at them with wide eyes scared of the people he has never seen before.::

Griggs - Easy... Easy...

::He says this to his squad as much as he's saying it to the man they've found.::

Griggs - Are you ok sir? Have you been hiding?

Wu - Hey he looks like that wrestler... Kamikaze was it?

Torrijos - Shit... we come in here to do some recon and end up saving a celebrity.

::Kamikaze stands up and ends up being about 6 feet tall. Taller than everyone in the squad by at least 2 inches. He looks at all of them and starts to back away towards the elevators. Wu and Hollis move to block his route. He sees this than looks at Griggs as he's the only one who's said anything to him so far. He narrows his eyes and takes in a deep breath about to yell.::

Kamikaze - Baklava!

::He yells this as loudly as he can. He then runs towards the elevators and pushes Wu and Hollis out of the way. He gets into the elevator as the doors close. The SWAT team looks at each other.::

Hollis - What the hell was that about?

Wu - Last I heard about him. He wasn't right in the head. Maybe he doesn't understand the danger he's in.

Griggs - Well everyone keep an eye out for him while we're doing the mission. We'll probably have to force him to leave if we're going to do this right.

Torrijos - Yes sir...

::Right after Torrijos grumbles his compliance with Grigg's statement all of a sudden on the second floor overlooking the lobby a loud ruckus begins. The SWAT team spins around so they're back to back and point their mp5s and flashlights onto the second floor. The ruckus fades out and is replaced by laughter. Maniacal laughter.::

Wu - It's Kamikaze. I've got him spotted.

Hollis - No I've got him over here.

Torrijos - I've got him.

Griggs - Me too...

::Sure enough they all do have Kamikaze in their sites. And all of the Kamikazes are laughing maniacally.::

Griggs - Looks like we found our hostiles.

Wu - No way...

Torrijos - Shit... Now we have to shoot a celebrity.

Hollis - Easy Torrijos. They haven't done anything hostile yet. No need to go shooting what isn't threatening.

Griggs - Damn straight.

::More and more Kamikazes start showing up on the second floor looking at the SWAT team. The maniacal laughter has ended and been replaced with a chant. They're all chanting "Baklava, Baklava, Baklava". Torrijos starts waving his mp5 around scared of what's going on.::

Griggs - Easy Torrijos... Now we're all just going to ease our way to the doors and get out of here. There's too many of them for us to recon this place.

::The team starts moving towards the door. The Kamikazes are still chanting. One of them sticks their tongue out at Torrijos and in a mixture of anger and frighteness he shoots it in the head. The chanting stops and all of the Kamikazes look at the dead one. Then they look back at the SWAT team and yell at the top of their lungs.::

Griggs - Shit... Run for the doors!

::The team runs for the doors but before they can reach them security mesh slams down leaving them unable to get out. Griggs looks around quickly for an escape and points at the stairwell to the side of the lobby.::

Griggs - Stairs now!

::The team runs to the stairwell as Kamikazes are now pouring down the lobby stairs and jumping from the second floor to the first and chasing after them. They get into the stairwell and slam the door on the Kamikazes just in time. The Kamikazes bang on the door for a couple minutes and then the banging slowly stops.::

Hollis - Good Job Torrijos! Now we can't get out!

Torrijos - Hey one of them was getting ready to throw something at me.

Wu - He was sticking his tongue out at you I saw it!

Griggs - Enough! Now that the floor level is locked down the only way out is the roof via helicopter. We don't know when they'll be back. So let's get moving and blame people later.

::They start tactically moving their way up the stairs. The camera angle changes and shows a Kamikaze up a couple levels smiling at the SWAT members making their way up. He looks to his right and sees the mess of desks, chairs, and filing cabinets that goes up two flights of stairs making it impossible to climb up this stairwell. He then walks to the left and opens a door going into a darkened corridor as the scene fades to black.::

.End.

What the hell is this? I go from being called a legend one week to being called a kid the next. I mean I know I'm only 26 but still. What the heck is going on that I'm being treated like a rookie? Nirv too. Breeden's acting like we're both rookies. Which is crazy. I mean I never ran in the same circles as Breeden and I didn't really even know he was alive until a couple weeks ago really. But I have the respect and understanding to go into the match with trash talk more original than calling him a rookie. Because that'd be stupid to be calling a person that has been involved in this business as much as Breeden a rookie.

So why the heck is he treating us as rookies? We've both been around the block. Nirvana's a former SFT World Champ. I got screwed out of my World Title match. I mean I had both opponents pinned. They pinned and made each other tap out so they negated their own winning conditions but I beat them both. I should have won. But I'm not in SFT right now. Now I'm in RWA. A new beginning so to speak. Now Breeden don't think that just because I was a World Champ Contender I think I'm the greatest thing on Earth. I know that competing isn't the same as winning, just as winning isn't the same thing as holding a title multiple times.

I know I'm not the greatest champion to ever walk the face of the planet and you won't hear that out of my mouth. But I will claim to be just as hardcore if not more so than you. I've held the Hardcore title in over 4 federations. And when I won them I kept them for months. No one could touch me with it until I decided to give it up and go for a different title. So don't think you can intimidate me with your claims about how brutal this match is going to get. I've been in some of the most brutal matches ever conceved by a human mind. I can give as well as I take. So I want you and Clemmens to come with everything you got. Because I'm going to be there waiting to give it right back to you.

Shane I don't know much about you or your past. Except for what I heard from Breeden I don't know a damn thing. I know that you're a world class competitor and a legend in your own right. So I'll give you that much respect. I know you and Breeden haven't had a great past relationship and neither have Nirvana and I. But the difference between our two teams is this. You and your partner seem ready to turn on each other at any second. Nirv and myself? Sure we had our misgivings in the past. But we've always remained friends even when we were fighting each other. So I know when the two of us step into the ring with our backs in the same corner, that I can trust him. Just like he knows he can trust me. We're tight. We're good. We don't have to worry about each other so we can worry about our opponents and only that.

Nirv. It's good to step into the ring with you again. I'm definitely looking forward to this. I've held tag titles with you before and we will again. This tournament is going to be taken by storm. Our teamwork will be untouchable. So I know you're ready to bring it and I know Breeden is. But here's the question. Breeden. You're ready. I'm ready. Nirv'll be by my side at the match. Will your partner be there? And if he is. Will he be on your side? or will he be behind you with a knife ready to stab into your back?