What have I done? When I woke up this morning, the morning after Survival... I hadn't remembered too much from the previous night. It was a normal day to me... simply just another day; that was until I was seated for a nice start of the morning, a warm mug of coffee, when I heard the screams from below. Right then, the remembrance of Heather's kidnapping flowed through my brain. I suddenly remembered what was making me feel quite weird, although it was highly necessary. I remembered the intense conditions of which I had kidnapped Ryan's girlfriend in the first place... it was simply because I wanted the title shot. However, Ryan was neglective of my needs... and declined without remorse. The more I think about it... the more I feel less for Heather. After all... it got the job done, am I right? I'm not so regretful after all, in fact... I would do it again. It's a rivalry in which has been way over-due.

FLASHBACK

(The big screen fades in from an HWA symbol to Danny Starr standing in front, live from his mansion in Hartford, Connecticut. The large crowd boos almost uncontrollably, causing Danny to smirk. In the back, out of focus, someone is seen sitting down on a bed.

Danny Starr: Hey Sett… or should I say Ryan. You all should know that Sett isn't his real name, just an alias. I didn't call him by it though, simply because of one reason. You see, he wasn't nice enough to give me a shot at his championship, even when I asked politely. That would have been the classy thing to do, however, he threw it in my face with a no, without a reason. So I demanded it with action, what does he do? Turns it around on me and throws it in my face once again, saying I'll NEVER get the shot. So I took the liberty of sending him a message backstage. I destroyed his insides, and destroy his pride. The bastard STILL refuses. So you ask why I would call him by his real name, which is Ryan? To get what I want, I had to obliterate any integrity of business related attacks or offers; I had to make it personal. If causing his internally bleeding wasn't personal enough, I had to take something away from him… just until I get my International Championship match. So Ryan, please come out here… I would like to show you the revelation live, so come on Ryan. Get out here!
Without any entrance music, Sett runs out and stares up to the screen where his enemy is looking on. Sett has a microphone in his hand.

Sett: Why are you so god damn relentless?! I told you, NO SHOT! Why don't you go try to win LMS again or something.

As Sett attempts to walk back… Danny gets his attention.

Danny Starr: So how's Heather?

Sett pauses in his tracks, hesitant to look up at Danny again.

Danny Starr: Hey Ryan… take a look behind me.

Danny steps out of the way, and the person sitting on the bed comes into focus. A woman; tied up to the bed post unable to escape. She seems physically tired, not able to put her head up.

Danny Starr: You see, Ryan. In order to get back what you want… you have to give me what I want.

Sett: You get the hell away from… how? What the hell is going on?

Danny Starr: Open your eyes, can't you see?! I'm determined, Ryan. Whether you like it or not, I WILL get my International Championship match, that is to say… if you don't want me to ruin your precious Heather's life forever…

Danny goes to approach Heather with his mallet.

Sett: WAIT! STOP! OKAY! OKAY! YOU GOT IT! JUST DON'T HURT HER! NEXT WEEK! YOU GOT YOUR MATCH!

Danny stops in HIS tracks, and the side of his cheek can be seen rising, as if he were smiling. He slowly turns around to face the camera.

Danny Starr: Good decision, Ryan. Next week will be Sensational… I'm going to enjoy that moment, almost as much as I'm going to enjoy with Heather this week…

Sett: NO!!!!!!!!!!

Danny Starr smashes Heather over the back with the mallet, sending her to the floor in an intense pain.

Danny Starr: Ta-ta, Ryan!

Sett: You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!

Danny smiles and proceeds to smash the camera with his mallet, cutting off transmission. Sett can be heard yelling "SHIT!" then running to the back.

TB: Oh…my…God…

KK: Danny Starr has gone too far. That is Sett's girlfriend we're talking about here…this is wrong. Sick and wrong.)

(A warm summer breeze blows through the streets of Connecticut, as children are seen running around and playing outside in this beautiful summer weather. The scene leads us to a tall, white, hospital building. Inside, we see doctors and nurses running around... though their actions should not be mistaken for those of the children for they play a different game, they play God. Amongst all this confusion and chaos, we see none other than "The Sensation" Danny Starr sitting in a chair, his eyes darting back and forth. Anyone who knows Starr's past knows his phobia of hospitals, as they tend to remind him of his stay in the insane asylum all those years ago. Danny nervously checks the room, his mind not allowing him a second to relax. A loud, painful scream rises up from behind one of the many doors as Danny directs his attention towards that door. What follows shortly afterward is a series of swear words combined with the sound of various equipment being destroyed. Moments later, a scared nurse emerges from the door with a needle and a small test tube filled with a red substance one could only assume would be blood. The nurse rushes off as Danny cracks a smile, the first since entering this horrid place. Danny gets up from his chair and walks over to the door and props it open to see his childhood chum, Michael Diamond, laying on the hard hospital bed. His broken leg has been propped up as his other dangles off the side of the bed.)

Michael: Can you believe that!? I come here for to see how my leg is healing up, and they start taking my blood! What the hell do they want with my blood? I tell ya Danny, as Sensational as it would be, they better not be making a clone of me.

(I am not listening well to Michael; just staring past his bed, thinking of other things.)

Michael: Are you listening to me Danny? Danny!? Yoo-hoo, earth to Danny!

(I am brought back to reality by Michael's interjection to my deep thinking. The thought of Heather's kidnapping and my rivalry with Sett is overwhelming, to the point where I zone off easily.)

Danny: Oh... Sorry, Michael. What is it you were saying?

Michael: What's up with you today man? You having those flashbacks of when you were in the asylum again or something?

Danny: To tell you the truth... I am having flashbacks... however, not of the asylum. Well, now that you mention it, this place has quite a lot in common with that black hole, but that's not what I was thinking...

(I walk along the bedside watching Michael, until I reach a chair at his side. I sit down on it, and face Michael.)

Michael: What's going on Danny?

Danny: I'm pretty sure you had left the arena before I announced what I had done. The world was shocked... it's surprising you haven't heard anything about it.

(I really was surprised, he's my best friend... but cannot even be courteous enough to stick around for the entire show? I made sure I was sarcastic in the beginning of my previous statement to Michael.)

Michael: I take it you're referring to this whole thing with Sett. Hey man, I'm sure you'll get a shot at the International Champion soon enough. I mean, come on, you're "The Sensation" Danny Starr. How could they NOT give you a shot at the title?

(I sensed him trying to redeem himself.)

Danny: You speak the obvious... I've worked my bum off for this business, and what do I get when I ask for an honorable title shot? I get refused... not respected. It's quite sad that I had to stoop to the levels I did just to get it...

Michael: Danny... what are you talking about? Stoop to what level?

(Oh, I almost forgot he wasn't informed of my actions.)

Danny: The level of kidnapping Ryan's girlfriend, Heather; and proceeding to hold her ransom for the title shot. She's in my basement as we speak, Michael. As you lay in this very bed, she is pining in the bottom of my mansion, wondering whether she is going to live or die. Quite sad that Ryan must suffer all for an International Championship.

(After a pause of shocking silence, Michael continues to stare into my eyes in shock.)

Danny: You see, Michael. That is the very thing I have been zoning off about these past few days. In order to get what you desire, you must do whatever it takes. That's what I did; I did what I had to do to get that International Championship match, and it took Ryan's entire life just to get it. I had to dig deep inside of him to achieve the one thing he would drop everything for, the one person he would give up his own life for... Heather.

Michael: Have you completely lost your mind!? You can't kidnap someone and hold them hostage until you get your way! You've gone too far this time Danny. You're no better than the thieves who killed my parents!

Danny: Correction: I CAN kidnap someone and hold them hostage until I get my way... remember Mary Jane Francis? I took her, and got the match I was refused with Steven Fury. You remember? It was right before my appearance in the HWA this last time. You say too far... but how far would you go to get vengeance on the man who could have possibly destroyed your career...

(Michael's eye brows rise in interest)

Danny: Do you not remember Sean Fury? He is the very man who put you on the shelf, and could have damn near ended your future as a professional wrestler. You would give anything to get revenge; Don't deny it, save your breath. It's quite understandable... in fact, it's normal. That's all I have done. You compare me to your parent's murders, the only difference is... I'm too powerful to get caught.

Michael: You're not all powerful Danny and you're not above the law. I didn't say anything before about MJ Francis because I hated and I despised The Circle just as much as you. And, yeah, Sean Fury put me on the bench and maybe I would do anything to get revenge on him... but even I have my limits. Unlike you, I respect Sett... he and I have had some history-making matches together and I'm not about to sit back and watch you destroy a good man's life because you got greedy. You need help Danny.

(I was starting to become aggravated by his constant back talking.)

Danny: Michael... it's not about greed. You say you and "Sett" have had history-making matches together?

Michael: Yes, some of the best the HWA has ever seen.

Danny: You think they were great? You think THEY were sensational?... You haven't seen ANYTHING yet.

(Michael stares down from me, I guess trying to figure out exactly what I'm talking about.)

Danny: Soon... it will all be clear. This Survival marks a new era, Michael... you choose which path you take... whether it be with Ryan Maxem... or Ryan. Come Survival... the world will see you make a decision; the decision that will decide whether or not you survive through survival.

(I climb to my feet with that said, and make my way towards the door; Only to stop and turn to Michael once more.)

Danny: Ta-ta... get some rest.

(I close the door, leaving him to think about this following Survival.)