Post by Chase Michaels on Jan 12, 2014 17:59:58 GMT -5
Scene One: An Old Friend
(Off Camera)
The scene opens as I sit in tavern that my sister owns on the outskirts of New York dressed in a pair of jeans, black boots and a black hoodie. The tavern is relatively empty with only a few locals in so I've managed to get one of the booths along the far wall of the tavern with a view of the entrance while I browse the internet on my alienware 17xr5 laptop and occasionally have a drink brought over to my table. As I sit there I have one eye on my laptop and the other on the large TV on the wall. As sit there in a haze of boredom has set in till I hear a familiar call out to me.
Irish: Ah there he is!
I look up and see Callan “Irish” McGarrett entering the tavern dressed in his usual gear jeans, leather biker jacket and his Saints of Anarchy cut. I get up with a shocked look on my face as I haven't seen the man since I left Redwood a month or so ago, we exchange a pat on the bar as he calls out for a coffee from the bartender.
Irish: Ah it's good to see you boyo...
Chase: Man what brings you up this way?
Irish: Ah just finishing off some club business it's actually kinda why I'm here...
I look at him with a slightly confused look on my face.
Chase: Man as much as I love the club I've left all that behind me...
Irish: Aye I heard...
A female bartender bring Irish over his coffee and sets it down on the table in front of him.
Irish: Cheers lass...
The bartender heads off back behind the bar as Irish takes a swig of his coffee.
Irish: Listen we both know after everything you done and suffered for the club no one is going to argue with your decision but man your brothers need you right now...
I look at him with a disapproving glare.
Chase: I'm sorry man... I'll do anything for my brothers you know that but I the club has cost me everything, my home, my family and my...
Irish looks at me know what I couldn't say...
Irish: It cost you Aeryn... Listen lad... I would do anything for you, your father was one of my closest friends and your my godson but this isn't about the club it's about your brothers... Right now they need you more than ever... Caine has got us into a war with those Mexican bitches and we've also built up heat with those wannabe thug gangsters as well as the damn Asians...
I shake my head...
Chase: Damn it... Regional level or...
Irish: National level... They hit out at various chapters throughout the country... And Caine's alienated us from most of our allies who are now distancing themselves from us...
I take a deep breath as I raise my hand up to my chest and rub my fathers dog tags that I have on a chain along with my own and my engagement ring.
Chase: I'm sorry... I made a promise to my father on his grave and that of my two angels...
I can see the look of disappointment in his face but also understanding.
Irish: If anyone does some peace it's you...
We both sit in silence as Irish finishes his coffee before he gets up to leave.
Irish: Well it was nice seeing you lad.
I get up and we exchange a manly hug.
Chase: I'm sorry, I wish I could help.
Irish: Don't worry about it lad, you made a promise and that's something I would never ask you to break. I'll see you around.
Irish smiles at me before he leaves.
Scene fades.
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Scene 2: An Different Kind of Old Friend.
(Off Camera)
After seeing and hearing from Irish earlier in the day my mind has been restless thinking about the club, my brothers, the promise I made and also her. However I'm a man with a schedule I hit a local martial arts gym and do a work out and training session before grabbing a bite to eat and hitting the sack in an attempt to get some sleep.
<<Internal monologue/Dream Sequence>>
I awake to hear a large explosion, as I gather my senses I find myself on a muddy battlefield like those you would see in those old World War 2 films starring those actors you know but can't remember the name of. All of a sudden I feel a hand grab me by the scruff of the back of my neck and drag me down into a crudely dug trench and I hear a familiar voice.
Harvey: What the hell were you thinking you idiot?
I look at him and feel a burning hatred fill my body.
Chase: What the hell are you doing Harv... You know the rules... You stay in the dumpster...
All of a sudden a dumpster smashes into the ground mere feet away from us like a mortar round hitting the ground. The dumpster is pretty nondescript other than to have Harvey's name spray painted crudely on the front of it.
Harvey: Hold on a second I was enjoying my time in their until all hell broke out in here, I mean this is inside your head after all!
I look down and see that I'm dressed in my old marine fatigues with a cheap Hawaiian shirt over the top of them. I look over at Harvey who's dressed similarly to me but with a worn looking hoody over the top with the hood up.
Chase: What the hell...
I poke my head up and it nearly gets taken off by a mortar round going off not a few feet away from me. I crouch down inside the trench.
Harvey: What the hell did you expect, that everything would go back to scrolling through a field of dandelions and buttercups?
I look at him before I pop my head back up and see the said field of dandelions and buttercups get blown to smithereens by several mortar rounds before I get pulled back down and pinned against the side of the trench by Harvey.
Harvey: Listen you numpty, all hell has broken out in here cause you're seriously conflicted about what you should do, I mean you feel you've sacrificed enough for the club and who could blame you they took that fine piece of ass away from you...
All of a sudden I feel the burning anger rise inside of me as the lid to Harvey's dumpster opens and a loud monster roar is heard coming from it which causes Harvey to look over in its direction with a worried look on his face.
Chase: You don't talk about her like that... Remember the last time that happened... Do I need to bring Batty here as a reminder?
Harvey lets go of me...
Harvey: No need to bring out that witch of a woman...
Chase: Good... So what exactly is going on here...
Harvey smiles before he does a cartoon like spin as his clothes change from the military fatigues to that of a tour guide, cream coloured men’s khaki's, a similarly coloured shirt and his worn out hoodie over the top.
Harvey: Follow me if you will good sir...
Harvey climbs out of the trench and stands with a grin on his face as I follow him out while mortar and gun fire can be heard over head. He points to the left.
Harvey: Over that side you have the part of your mind that wants to return and helps the Saints, while over this side.
Harvey points to the right.
Harvey: Over this side you have the part that wants to remain true to your promise. As you can no doubt see...
I hear the sound of a mortar round incoming but Harvey smiles as he gets out a tennis racket from one of his pockets and smacks it away...
Harvey: As I was saying, as you can see both sides are in a stalemate seeing you, you yourself are still torn about what you're going to do... Me I like to remain neutral while antagonising both sides...
Chase: Like you always do...
Harvey: Hey I got to have some fun here... Also there's a third side that has crept in but remains silent... The part of your mind that remembers you have to face Lilith this week in a match on Slam... I don't trust those folks... Their all full of doubt... I mean they actually question whether you're able to actually beat Lilith this week... They argue that from your recent failures that you are no longer the warrior you were and don't have what it takes to beat someone like Lilith... And while I do like a good fight it's hard to argue with them at this point... I mean you've lost more matches than you've actually won... Which I now is only a speed bump to you but it's got all sides talking... Questioning whether you are actually the man you were or just a shell of your former self...
All of a sudden we're transported to a bunker overlooking the battlefield which has two beach chair set up outside with cocktails sitting by them in hollowed out coconuts.
Harvey: I mean I'm sure you still are that man... It's just you've become distracted with small things like that gnat Caliban on twitter...
Harvey takes a seat in one of the beach chairs and takes a swig of the cocktail in the coconuts...
Harvey: You really need to focus on Lilith this week if you're to start to get things back on track... Speaking of which...
All of a sudden I feel a tranquilliser dart hit me in the neck as I fall to the floor
Harvey: Speak to you soon...
Scene fades...
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Scene Three: Back to Business
(On Camera)
The scene reopens on the streets of Raleigh, North Carolina, I'm sitting on the shore looking out on Sunset Lake. I'm sitting dressed in a pair of jeans, black hoodie and a black leather bikers jacket.
Chase: So this week I'm set to face off against WCF resident crazy person Lilith... A woman who's fruitier than a fruit cake... I mean come on she talks to frigging teddy bars and names them after people in WCF... I mean she probably has one of me that she's going to use this week... Either that or she's got a stuffed Wolf as she likes to call me Wolfie...
A smirk comes across my face.
Chase: You see there was part of me that was annoyed when ever she would refer to me as wolfie... But then I realised... That's what she was hoping she wanted to get under my skin and see what made me tick... She wanted to see if there was anything to be frightened off... Well Lilith here's a newsflash... I'm certainly someone you need to be afraid of... You see I've been playing nice with you up till now as I really don't need any more crazy in my life... But I guess that goes out of the window now we have a match with each other... Lily vs. Wolfie... You see what you don't seem to understand is that I'm actually quite good at dealing with crazy... My brother was pretty out there with his alter ego Hatred... And lets not over look some of the people that I've had to deal with in the past Seifer Black, Matthew Robinson, Chelsea Black, Messiah... The list goes on... Each one with their on brand of crazy... Seifer being a confused little choir boy with his dark Adrian or some other alter ego... Matthew Robinson being a comic book hero... Chelsea Black being little miss darkness and of course Messiah thinking he was the spawn of Satan himself or some other demon... But you see what they all forgot about when facing me, it doesn't matter how crazy or deluded you are I'm still going to kick your arse all over the arena and in the ring...
I pick up a stone and toss it into the lake...
Chase: Hell you can bring all your little teddy bears with you for a ring side view of the match and after we're done I kick all their arses too... You see I'm used to have the odds against me... I mean everyone in WCF knows about you... They all know how crazy you can be... But what you don't know is... I really don't give a shit... I'll go out to that ring and win or lose I'll make sure you realise that you're were in a battle with The Lone Wolf Chase frigging Michaels... Everyone seems to put a lot of stock into win and loss streaks... I honestly could give a rat arse if I was undefeated or hadn't one victory to my name... I don't back down from anyone or anything thing... I don't care how many people are against me... I don't care whether my opponent respects me or hates me... I'm going out there to fight... I'm going out there to show why people may doubt me... I will never give into the doubt... I will never stop fighting... As soon as you give up on yourself is the day you may as well dig your own grave...
I look out on to the lake.
Chase: Lilith I know you're going into this all confident and cocky... I mean you're going into a match with a man that lost to Jack Happy of all people... A man who lost to a jibering country bumpkin called Caleb... But you need to realise... I'm going out there with one thing on my mind... Beating your crazy arse... You see to me it doesn't matter how crazy you are... It doesn't how deluded you may or may not be... The fact of the matter is your my enemy... Despite who you may be screwing I don't care about backstage relationships... I don't care if you were screwing the Queen of England... All I care about is going out their and fighting... But don't get me wrong I'm not fighting for the fans... I'm not fighting for your respect or the respect of the people in the back... I'm fighting because that's something I'm good at... I've fought for everything I have and have had in my life... I battled men that thought they were kings, I've battled people that thought they were better than me... But you know what everyone that has fought me has learned the hard way... I am not a man you want to take lightly... I'm not going to put on a show for the fans... I'm going out there for a fight... I'm going out their with one plan... To beat your arse... I'll take what ever cheap shots, dirty shots... I do what ever it takes to make sure I come out on top...
I rub my hands together.
Chase: You see I'm not a nice guy... I'm not the guy or person that will come out and put on a clean fight even though it costs me a victory... The fact of it is... I'm quite an evil sadistic son of a bitch when I have to be... It's why I'm the Lone Wolf... I do what ever I have to do to survive... It takes me to blast you over your pretty little head with a steel chair repeatedly turning what brain you have to mush I'll do it... If I have to snap every bone in your pretty little body... I'll do it... And you know what I'll do it with a smile on my face... You see everyone thinks they're better than me... But in my mind I believe no ones better than me... That's just the way I am... You see I know you've probably brought up my personal life... Well good for you Lilith... Congrats... You know about what's going on in my personal life... But here's what you probably don't realise... The last time someone brought up my personal life I crushed his head in with my knee... You see with me there's my professional life in which you can talk all the crap you want to about me... I've heard it all before I'm a no good wannabe thug biker bitch... I don't have what it takes to be a success in this business because of what I do outside of this business... But you start talking about my private life... Something you know nothing about... And as much as I want to win the match... I forget that cause all I see is a red mist set down in front of me and all I want to do is hurt and viciously beat the crap out of you...
A smirk comes across my face...
Chase: You see Lilith when things get personal, when people start to talk about my personal life... Things go bad for them... I'm not talking about bad luck... I'm talking about life threatening... Cause like I've said I can take all the bullshit people want to talk about me... But you bring in people I care about... You start to talk bullshit about them... That's you're biggest mistake you could ever make with me... You seem to want to dismiss Chelsea, Robinson and Seifer but you would of done well to realise they made the same mistake you did and as anyone of them will tell you it really didn't end well for them...
I look directly into the camera
Chase: Congrats Lilith you've got on the bad side of Alpha Predator... The Lone Wolf... Chase Frelling Michaels!... And if you think you're good enough to beat me.
An emotionless look appears on my face...
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've every cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned Lily... Step in the ring with me... And it'll be the biggest mistake of your life... Cause it's going to be all out war... And the message will remain the same... Come Slam the hunt is on... Win if you can... Survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!
Scene fades.
(Off Camera)
The scene opens as I sit in tavern that my sister owns on the outskirts of New York dressed in a pair of jeans, black boots and a black hoodie. The tavern is relatively empty with only a few locals in so I've managed to get one of the booths along the far wall of the tavern with a view of the entrance while I browse the internet on my alienware 17xr5 laptop and occasionally have a drink brought over to my table. As I sit there I have one eye on my laptop and the other on the large TV on the wall. As sit there in a haze of boredom has set in till I hear a familiar call out to me.
Irish: Ah there he is!
I look up and see Callan “Irish” McGarrett entering the tavern dressed in his usual gear jeans, leather biker jacket and his Saints of Anarchy cut. I get up with a shocked look on my face as I haven't seen the man since I left Redwood a month or so ago, we exchange a pat on the bar as he calls out for a coffee from the bartender.
Irish: Ah it's good to see you boyo...
Chase: Man what brings you up this way?
Irish: Ah just finishing off some club business it's actually kinda why I'm here...
I look at him with a slightly confused look on my face.
Chase: Man as much as I love the club I've left all that behind me...
Irish: Aye I heard...
A female bartender bring Irish over his coffee and sets it down on the table in front of him.
Irish: Cheers lass...
The bartender heads off back behind the bar as Irish takes a swig of his coffee.
Irish: Listen we both know after everything you done and suffered for the club no one is going to argue with your decision but man your brothers need you right now...
I look at him with a disapproving glare.
Chase: I'm sorry man... I'll do anything for my brothers you know that but I the club has cost me everything, my home, my family and my...
Irish looks at me know what I couldn't say...
Irish: It cost you Aeryn... Listen lad... I would do anything for you, your father was one of my closest friends and your my godson but this isn't about the club it's about your brothers... Right now they need you more than ever... Caine has got us into a war with those Mexican bitches and we've also built up heat with those wannabe thug gangsters as well as the damn Asians...
I shake my head...
Chase: Damn it... Regional level or...
Irish: National level... They hit out at various chapters throughout the country... And Caine's alienated us from most of our allies who are now distancing themselves from us...
I take a deep breath as I raise my hand up to my chest and rub my fathers dog tags that I have on a chain along with my own and my engagement ring.
Chase: I'm sorry... I made a promise to my father on his grave and that of my two angels...
I can see the look of disappointment in his face but also understanding.
Irish: If anyone does some peace it's you...
We both sit in silence as Irish finishes his coffee before he gets up to leave.
Irish: Well it was nice seeing you lad.
I get up and we exchange a manly hug.
Chase: I'm sorry, I wish I could help.
Irish: Don't worry about it lad, you made a promise and that's something I would never ask you to break. I'll see you around.
Irish smiles at me before he leaves.
Scene fades.
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Scene 2: An Different Kind of Old Friend.
(Off Camera)
After seeing and hearing from Irish earlier in the day my mind has been restless thinking about the club, my brothers, the promise I made and also her. However I'm a man with a schedule I hit a local martial arts gym and do a work out and training session before grabbing a bite to eat and hitting the sack in an attempt to get some sleep.
<<Internal monologue/Dream Sequence>>
I awake to hear a large explosion, as I gather my senses I find myself on a muddy battlefield like those you would see in those old World War 2 films starring those actors you know but can't remember the name of. All of a sudden I feel a hand grab me by the scruff of the back of my neck and drag me down into a crudely dug trench and I hear a familiar voice.
Harvey: What the hell were you thinking you idiot?
I look at him and feel a burning hatred fill my body.
Chase: What the hell are you doing Harv... You know the rules... You stay in the dumpster...
All of a sudden a dumpster smashes into the ground mere feet away from us like a mortar round hitting the ground. The dumpster is pretty nondescript other than to have Harvey's name spray painted crudely on the front of it.
Harvey: Hold on a second I was enjoying my time in their until all hell broke out in here, I mean this is inside your head after all!
I look down and see that I'm dressed in my old marine fatigues with a cheap Hawaiian shirt over the top of them. I look over at Harvey who's dressed similarly to me but with a worn looking hoody over the top with the hood up.
Chase: What the hell...
I poke my head up and it nearly gets taken off by a mortar round going off not a few feet away from me. I crouch down inside the trench.
Harvey: What the hell did you expect, that everything would go back to scrolling through a field of dandelions and buttercups?
I look at him before I pop my head back up and see the said field of dandelions and buttercups get blown to smithereens by several mortar rounds before I get pulled back down and pinned against the side of the trench by Harvey.
Harvey: Listen you numpty, all hell has broken out in here cause you're seriously conflicted about what you should do, I mean you feel you've sacrificed enough for the club and who could blame you they took that fine piece of ass away from you...
All of a sudden I feel the burning anger rise inside of me as the lid to Harvey's dumpster opens and a loud monster roar is heard coming from it which causes Harvey to look over in its direction with a worried look on his face.
Chase: You don't talk about her like that... Remember the last time that happened... Do I need to bring Batty here as a reminder?
Harvey lets go of me...
Harvey: No need to bring out that witch of a woman...
Chase: Good... So what exactly is going on here...
Harvey smiles before he does a cartoon like spin as his clothes change from the military fatigues to that of a tour guide, cream coloured men’s khaki's, a similarly coloured shirt and his worn out hoodie over the top.
Harvey: Follow me if you will good sir...
Harvey climbs out of the trench and stands with a grin on his face as I follow him out while mortar and gun fire can be heard over head. He points to the left.
Harvey: Over that side you have the part of your mind that wants to return and helps the Saints, while over this side.
Harvey points to the right.
Harvey: Over this side you have the part that wants to remain true to your promise. As you can no doubt see...
I hear the sound of a mortar round incoming but Harvey smiles as he gets out a tennis racket from one of his pockets and smacks it away...
Harvey: As I was saying, as you can see both sides are in a stalemate seeing you, you yourself are still torn about what you're going to do... Me I like to remain neutral while antagonising both sides...
Chase: Like you always do...
Harvey: Hey I got to have some fun here... Also there's a third side that has crept in but remains silent... The part of your mind that remembers you have to face Lilith this week in a match on Slam... I don't trust those folks... Their all full of doubt... I mean they actually question whether you're able to actually beat Lilith this week... They argue that from your recent failures that you are no longer the warrior you were and don't have what it takes to beat someone like Lilith... And while I do like a good fight it's hard to argue with them at this point... I mean you've lost more matches than you've actually won... Which I now is only a speed bump to you but it's got all sides talking... Questioning whether you are actually the man you were or just a shell of your former self...
All of a sudden we're transported to a bunker overlooking the battlefield which has two beach chair set up outside with cocktails sitting by them in hollowed out coconuts.
Harvey: I mean I'm sure you still are that man... It's just you've become distracted with small things like that gnat Caliban on twitter...
Harvey takes a seat in one of the beach chairs and takes a swig of the cocktail in the coconuts...
Harvey: You really need to focus on Lilith this week if you're to start to get things back on track... Speaking of which...
All of a sudden I feel a tranquilliser dart hit me in the neck as I fall to the floor
Harvey: Speak to you soon...
Scene fades...
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Scene Three: Back to Business
(On Camera)
The scene reopens on the streets of Raleigh, North Carolina, I'm sitting on the shore looking out on Sunset Lake. I'm sitting dressed in a pair of jeans, black hoodie and a black leather bikers jacket.
Chase: So this week I'm set to face off against WCF resident crazy person Lilith... A woman who's fruitier than a fruit cake... I mean come on she talks to frigging teddy bars and names them after people in WCF... I mean she probably has one of me that she's going to use this week... Either that or she's got a stuffed Wolf as she likes to call me Wolfie...
A smirk comes across my face.
Chase: You see there was part of me that was annoyed when ever she would refer to me as wolfie... But then I realised... That's what she was hoping she wanted to get under my skin and see what made me tick... She wanted to see if there was anything to be frightened off... Well Lilith here's a newsflash... I'm certainly someone you need to be afraid of... You see I've been playing nice with you up till now as I really don't need any more crazy in my life... But I guess that goes out of the window now we have a match with each other... Lily vs. Wolfie... You see what you don't seem to understand is that I'm actually quite good at dealing with crazy... My brother was pretty out there with his alter ego Hatred... And lets not over look some of the people that I've had to deal with in the past Seifer Black, Matthew Robinson, Chelsea Black, Messiah... The list goes on... Each one with their on brand of crazy... Seifer being a confused little choir boy with his dark Adrian or some other alter ego... Matthew Robinson being a comic book hero... Chelsea Black being little miss darkness and of course Messiah thinking he was the spawn of Satan himself or some other demon... But you see what they all forgot about when facing me, it doesn't matter how crazy or deluded you are I'm still going to kick your arse all over the arena and in the ring...
I pick up a stone and toss it into the lake...
Chase: Hell you can bring all your little teddy bears with you for a ring side view of the match and after we're done I kick all their arses too... You see I'm used to have the odds against me... I mean everyone in WCF knows about you... They all know how crazy you can be... But what you don't know is... I really don't give a shit... I'll go out to that ring and win or lose I'll make sure you realise that you're were in a battle with The Lone Wolf Chase frigging Michaels... Everyone seems to put a lot of stock into win and loss streaks... I honestly could give a rat arse if I was undefeated or hadn't one victory to my name... I don't back down from anyone or anything thing... I don't care how many people are against me... I don't care whether my opponent respects me or hates me... I'm going out there to fight... I'm going out there to show why people may doubt me... I will never give into the doubt... I will never stop fighting... As soon as you give up on yourself is the day you may as well dig your own grave...
I look out on to the lake.
Chase: Lilith I know you're going into this all confident and cocky... I mean you're going into a match with a man that lost to Jack Happy of all people... A man who lost to a jibering country bumpkin called Caleb... But you need to realise... I'm going out there with one thing on my mind... Beating your crazy arse... You see to me it doesn't matter how crazy you are... It doesn't how deluded you may or may not be... The fact of the matter is your my enemy... Despite who you may be screwing I don't care about backstage relationships... I don't care if you were screwing the Queen of England... All I care about is going out their and fighting... But don't get me wrong I'm not fighting for the fans... I'm not fighting for your respect or the respect of the people in the back... I'm fighting because that's something I'm good at... I've fought for everything I have and have had in my life... I battled men that thought they were kings, I've battled people that thought they were better than me... But you know what everyone that has fought me has learned the hard way... I am not a man you want to take lightly... I'm not going to put on a show for the fans... I'm going out there for a fight... I'm going out their with one plan... To beat your arse... I'll take what ever cheap shots, dirty shots... I do what ever it takes to make sure I come out on top...
I rub my hands together.
Chase: You see I'm not a nice guy... I'm not the guy or person that will come out and put on a clean fight even though it costs me a victory... The fact of it is... I'm quite an evil sadistic son of a bitch when I have to be... It's why I'm the Lone Wolf... I do what ever I have to do to survive... It takes me to blast you over your pretty little head with a steel chair repeatedly turning what brain you have to mush I'll do it... If I have to snap every bone in your pretty little body... I'll do it... And you know what I'll do it with a smile on my face... You see everyone thinks they're better than me... But in my mind I believe no ones better than me... That's just the way I am... You see I know you've probably brought up my personal life... Well good for you Lilith... Congrats... You know about what's going on in my personal life... But here's what you probably don't realise... The last time someone brought up my personal life I crushed his head in with my knee... You see with me there's my professional life in which you can talk all the crap you want to about me... I've heard it all before I'm a no good wannabe thug biker bitch... I don't have what it takes to be a success in this business because of what I do outside of this business... But you start talking about my private life... Something you know nothing about... And as much as I want to win the match... I forget that cause all I see is a red mist set down in front of me and all I want to do is hurt and viciously beat the crap out of you...
A smirk comes across my face...
Chase: You see Lilith when things get personal, when people start to talk about my personal life... Things go bad for them... I'm not talking about bad luck... I'm talking about life threatening... Cause like I've said I can take all the bullshit people want to talk about me... But you bring in people I care about... You start to talk bullshit about them... That's you're biggest mistake you could ever make with me... You seem to want to dismiss Chelsea, Robinson and Seifer but you would of done well to realise they made the same mistake you did and as anyone of them will tell you it really didn't end well for them...
I look directly into the camera
Chase: Congrats Lilith you've got on the bad side of Alpha Predator... The Lone Wolf... Chase Frelling Michaels!... And if you think you're good enough to beat me.
An emotionless look appears on my face...
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've every cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned Lily... Step in the ring with me... And it'll be the biggest mistake of your life... Cause it's going to be all out war... And the message will remain the same... Come Slam the hunt is on... Win if you can... Survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!
Scene fades.
