--Fade In-- 

It's
bitter cold. The moisture in the air condenses in a fog from the lips of the man in the black
leather cowboy hat that now smirks at the camera. He's sitting on the balcony of some
cheap hotel. He's wearing a long black leather duster, a black tank top, jeans,
and his boots. He takes a long drink from his quart jar of clear liquid and his
head twitches just a little as the bite of hot liquid burns all the way down
the hatch. He holds the jar up toward us, acknowledging our presence as he
begins to speak. 

I've
heard the same stupid shit all week. Why Profit? Why did you do that, are you
insane? That guys a maniac in the ring; he's going to “knock a redneck the fuck
out" or some stupid shit like that.  

Will
Sabre laughs as he shakes his head in disagreement. 

Sorry,
to disappoint all the "fans" out there, but that's simply not going to happen.
You see I went through the roster one by one before I got here and I found the guy who I thought
had the most promise in his future and I decided to mark him. You see Profit
this is business...it's a business I love and a business I need because like I
said before...I've got nothing else. Do you truly know what it's like to be on
rock bottom with nowhere to go but up? Sure you do...that's where we all start
our careers...but me...I'm not just on the bottom rung, looking to climb up.
I'm the guy who had it all...everything...the big money...the big matches...the
big career and I threw it all away. I fell so far off the ladder that I became
a distant memory to most people. I blew my opportunity at having one more, big
run at the top...so I guess you could say I'm a little bitter about that. So
what I decided to do was, instead of coming back and sucking up to the fans or
jumping right back into the thick of my unfinished business with Steve Fella I
decided to get ahead in ELITE...by getting back to basics.  I decided to step
in and step up and take away your opportunity Profit. Not just because it's good
business, but just because I know I can.

 Sabre
turns and sits the quart jar on a table on the balcony. Then he takes off his
hat and places it on the chair that's outside as well. Sabre then looks deep,
glaring intently ahead as he speaks.

See,
I showed you that no matter how nasty and tough you are in this
business...there is always a guy willing to go that one extra step. Can you see
your future now Profit? Did it flash before your eyes while your face burned? I
hope you did...I hope you realized how close you where to loosing it all and
when your head finally cleared...I hope you decided to come at me with
everything you got. That's what I want. That's what I need...I am going to feed
off what you bring and use it to get back to where Will Sabre belongs...and
that's at the very top. Your blood, Profit, is going to be used to write a new
future for ELITE...and instead of your name...it's going to be mine penciled in
at the very top. You’re the lamb…and I’m going to lead you straight to slaughter.

 Sabre
chuckles to himself as he picks up the jar from the table and takes another
swig of that sweet, hot firewater. He puts the jar down before continuing.

That
future starts this week with Joshua Jones. He’s another up and comer with big
dreams. The new kid on the block that has so much to learn and so far to go to
reach his big dreams, that he just can’t wait to make it. It's just too fucking
bad that Joshua Jones caught the worst break in his young miserable life. The
road to his dream runs smack dab into the most dangerous man in ELITE today. A
man who has no remorse...who has no other objectives in his life other than to
beat the shit outta the next guy in line, that's who you'll be facing, a desperate man...a determined man. You
Jones, are simply that next guy, standing between me and what I want. Don't take my attitude toward you as an insult. Take
it as a precaution. See, I don't give a fuck about you...period. I'm going to
take from you everything I can. For starters, I'm going to take away your right
hand.

 You
see my game plan is simple; there are exactly 27 bones in the human hand.
Joshua Jones, I'm going to break every fucking one of yours. I'm going to put
your career out of it's misery before it ever gets started. Your whole life,
every dream and fantasy you've ever had will come crashing down on you when you
step into the ring with me. Fuck, you won't even be able to jack off for the
rest of your life without my name being the first thing to spring into your
mind, because you'll have to give up Righty Rosey for Lefty Lucy. You won't even
be able to make a fist when I'm done. I don't care what you've managed to do
with your career since you've been here...because now you're about to face the
man known as the Edge of Excellence and I will prove to you why I've been to
the top of the mountain more than once. You son are about to open a door to a
whole new world of agony and when it's all over, said and done, and you're
standing in the back listening to the doctors tell you that you might be done
in the ring for good...you will finally understand why my business...is this
business...and nobody does it better than me.

No
fucking body. 

Sabre
begins to laugh as he picks up his hat and his mason jar. He steps through the
sliding glass doors of his hotel room and disappears from site as the scene
begins to fade.

 --Fade
Out--

 --End--