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 The pain is back [The pain is back. The ever so sharp edge of the knife slides across the surface of my skin, making the back of neck feel numb, and causing my hair to stand up. The chills are painful, and the goose bumps couldn't hurt more, but yet… I cannot lose this advantage. The wedge between my brother, and me it will not cause internal injuries. I will not let Nikki Silver make my friends turn on me, at his expense. I cannot let that happen, and it will not happen. Quite a smart man, however. I must admit, you really have done your homework, but my friend, my apologies, for it will not work. We are too strong for that, and in the end, your fate will remain in my hands. The knife will continue to wedge into my skin, especially when I defeat you for your beloved championship and soon enough… the knife will be in your chest.] (The scene fades in from a solid black to a solid blue. The surface of the blue looks as if a glittery sapphire, however, when a ripple flows past the screen, it is known that the blue is in fact water. Not all water is blue, only the ocean and a swimming pool, but the water is too pure, too clear and light to be the ocean. Not a wave, just a ripple suggesting that the only other choice is a pool. The camera pans out as a splash of water erupts from the blueness and the water looks more aqua, than blue. The waves disappear from the splash, and a small radius of ripples ride in all directions. Just as the surface is about to become still, a figure in the water rises to the surface. A man puts his head out of the water, along with his hands to push his brown hair behind his eyes, to be able to see. The water is dripping from his cheeks, and his chin. A few blinks clear the water in his eyelids, and his hair drops water behind him into the water, where it was produced. The sun turns his skin tan, and shines water off of his shoulders as he reclines against the side of the pool. The concrete can't be soft, beings it is an antique design, most likely created by the first mansion owners, before the Starr Family purchased it in the 60's. The man in the water is Michael Diamond, relaxing after his win against Haseem Ali, the day before. On the side of the pool is a row of white lounge chairs, all spread out for a sunbath. Only one is occupied, and that is by Danny Starr. Obviously, not in the water yet, since the sweat from his spores leaks out and gives his color a wet glow. Danny Starr's hair is still in perfect form, and seems to be the only part of his body, which is not perspirated by sweat. No conversing is present between the two; most was said the night before, when both were celebrating their victories in the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Danny Starr isn't sleeping, even though his eyes are closed. Just thoughts are rushing through his head, like a freight train, all of his plans and ideas are impacting his mind all at once.) [It's hot. Is it in the 90's? Perhaps, but I do know it is humid. I must be stuck to the chair because of my sweat. I could use a drink, but I am so relaxed… I just cannot climb to my feet. Not even if I attempted to. Michael is up and running, perhaps he could get me something to obtain my thirst.] (Without anymore contemplating, Danny Starr breaks the silence.) Danny Starr: Oh, Michael. Michael! (Danny Starr isn't replied to immediately, so he lifts his head up, and opens his eyes. The sun blazes them like a sharpened dagger, and he has to choice but to close them. With a sour squint, Danny Starr can see Michael Diamond climbing out of the pool, on the ladder. When Michael finally reaches the surface of the cement walkway along side of the pool, he replies with a low voice, but Danny can hear him due to the closeness.) Michael: Yeah, Danny? (Danny Starr now has the chance to ask him more confidently, since Michael is out of the pool and is now standing.) Danny Starr: Michael, can you get me a glass of lemonade? The heat of the sun is beating on my skin like a volcano. Michael: (Annoyed) Can't you do it yourself, Danny? Do I look like a peasant to you? Danny: Of course not. However, I cannot find the energy to get it myself. Michael: I think it's time you hired a butler, Danny. You do not have the time or energy to clean the house, or wait on yourself. Your mother is too old to even get out of bed, you must consider it. (Danny Starr contemplates the thought of what life would be like, with a butler. The cons and Pros real fast. There couldn't be a problem with a butler, but Danny is unsure where to get one.) Danny: Perhaps we can go later. Until then… Michael: What? Danny: Get me some lemonade! (Michael rolls his eyes, and then agrees. Michael walks off the cement, and out of the scene in search for lemonade, just as Danny closes his eyes once again. The sound of the door opening and closing is heard; obviously Michael walking in the back porch of the mansion.) [Lemonade is sensational. Nothing pleases me more on a hot day; nothing is more refreshing.] (No more than thirty seconds flies by, and the backdoor sounds again. Danny, a little surprised, keeps his eyes closed, figuring it is Michael.) Danny: Michael? That was quite fast. (However, Danny will soon be even more surprised because the replying voice is not of Michael Diamonds', it's another voice.) Voice: You son of a bitch! What were you thinking?! (Danny, startled, opens his eyes to meet the sharpness of the sun glare. He lifts his head and turns towards the direction the voice is coming from. Staring past the glare, Danny can tell it is Chris Vargas approaching; and he doesn't look pleased.) Danny: Ah, Chris. Welcome… (Chris Vargas cuts Danny off) Chris: Who the hell do you think you are? You know damn well I wanted Nikki Silver, you know damn well I wanted that title. You knew what my plans were, and you knew what I had in mind. So what did you do? You go and accept his challenge! You go and accept to fight Nikki Silver; MY opponent for MY Maximums Championship! (A short pause) Danny: You think I wanted the shot? I didn't mention that pathetic scum once, nor his disgusting title. I didn't ask for it, and I most certainly wouldn't have since I knew you wanted them. I, wanted Sianna Kane and Caprice for their miserable Legion titles. That's not always how it works, friend. I didn't want to steal your plans, or your title. It just happened that Nikki Silver is doing exactly what he planned… he's manipulating us into an internal rivalry. Do you want this to happen, Chris? (Chris Vargas gets confused.) Chris: What are you talking about? Danny: I'll tell you what I'm talking about. Why would Nikki Silver challenge me for his title if he knew you wanted it more than life itself? He could tell you were focused, he could tell you had your mind set on that title. Silver KNEW you would do anything it took to get your hands on him. That is why he challenged your team mate, and leader instead. Nikki Silver knew you would be completely devastated if he gave the shot to a person who didn't care about him, or the title… instead of a person who wanted that shot more than anything in the world. He knew that you would be completely insulted, and offended, quite frankly, you would be pissed at me because I got the shot instead. We now start the mind games, Chris. The Circle thinks they have outsmarted us? No, in fact, they just got even more obliterated. I will bring that Maximus Championship belt to the Foundation Of Sensation. Chris: You're insane. You're too arrogant, and quite frankly I'm fucking sick of it! (Danny tries to talk, but is cut off immediately) Chris: Don't even try to explain yourself, and you think you can make me believe that Nikki Silver is messing with our minds? I don't think so, buddy. You're just a pathetic low life who happens to have a lot of money. We'll see if you get the fucking title Wednesday, we'll see. (Chris turns around, as Danny stares at him. He walks away, and out of the scene, obviously out of the mansion yard.) [What did he mean? I explained the truth, that is what Nikki Silver is thinking. I know it is, it has to be! It must… That miserable piece of tarp has put a wedge between Chris, and myself, and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. What did Chris mean by "We'll see." About Wednesday. Could he be turning his back on, I? Could Chris be plotting against me? Does Michael know what is happening to FOS? We had such a great week, we just entered the GWA and sent a message that left an impact in their history books. Now, Chris is going to rebel against us? Who the hell does he think he is? I'm the one who is right, not him, it's me! I'm the leader, I'm the person who calls the shots, not Chris! He wants a title, he's going to have to wait, for I am the deserving one, who the hell does he think he is? Chris Vargas is a nobody, I am a somebody!] (Just then, the door opens once again, and Michael Diamond makes his way back out through the backdoor. The white screened door slams back against the house and the door frame. Obviously needs to be fixed. None the less, Michael is carrying a small wooden tray, with a jug of lemonade and a glass filled to the top with it on the rocks. Danny Starr, at this point, has closed his eyes once again, hears Michael approaching.) Michael: Hey, Chris was rushing through your house, did you talk to him? (Danny jumps up in a fury filled with rage completely causing Michael to drop the tray of lemonade. The glass shatters at pool side completely startling Michael.) Danny: Did I TALK to him? Did I talk to Chris?! Yeah, I talked to him, Michael! We just talked up a storm! [I couldn't help myself, I couldn't control my temper. I knew Michael was just asking a question, but I couldn't stop from ranting on about Chris.] Michael: Danny, calm down. What happened? (Danny's perspective of the situation completely changed from understanding to absolute anger. The anger making Danny's jaw shake, and his eyes twitch.) Danny: God Damn the circle! Damn them to bloody hell! They stuck a sharpened dagger in the FOS's heart. One week's difference! Look at the deterioration of our success! That quick, with one challenge, the FOS falls apart. Michael: What the hell are you talking about, Danny? Danny: Michael, get me the phone… I have to call someone… (Michael heads back towards the house, after a tired sigh.) [The past of Foundation Of Sensation is quite marvelous, but even farther past our history, is the High Society. I heard of the place a few years back, and to this day I still don't know the legacy. All I know is that I looked up to a few of those fellows. Eric Rayne, Tony Gold, and Steven Fury. Do you see the significance now? Not yet? Well, I joined the High Society with hope of being of the best, along with these three. What happened? I showed interest and dedication… they died. The "Legacy" ended and I was left there with my Foundation of Sensation stable. I tried continuing the legacy, however, no one else wanted to. I tried convincing Eric Rayne, I tried convincing Steven Fury, hell, I even tried convincing "100% Perfection" Tony Gold. No use. I showed interest, and no one showed interest in me! Not even the other sister stable could hold their own, Mafia Inc. quite big. Then we have The Circle. I have been plotting against The Circle for two years! Can you imagine the brain power and energy I used? I showed interest, and I methodically waited until Eric Rayne and Steven Fury were vanished from the GWA. The FOS and myself never meant anything to The High Society, or The Circle. You never showed interest in us, and now… our time for retribution has circum. Now you know the reason we have made our appearance.] (The pondering of Danny Starr is interrupted by Michael Diamond who hands him a black, cordless phone.) Danny: Thank you, Michael. (Danny grabs the phone from Michael's hand, which is wrapped around it.) Michael: Yeah, whatever, just don't get used to it. I'm not your secretary, you know. (After a few pushing of the buttons on the surface of the phone, Danny sets the phone up to his ear and mouth. A short pause, obviously, the phone is ringing to connect with the person he just called. Suddenly, Danny's eyes move down, and he sits up.) Danny: Salutations, friend. (It's impossible to hear the other person on the phone, all we can hear is Danny's voice replying every few seconds.) Danny: How are you doing? It's been awhile… Oh yeah? That's Sensational… Well, that's why I need to talk to you. You see, Michael, and myself need your assistance, old friend… Not HWA this time, I'll give you more information later, if you are interested in my offer, that is… You are… well, I'll call you in a few hours. Ta-ta, old friend. (As Danny clicks off the phone power, Michael stares confused.) Michael: Who was that? Danny: Say, Michael. I have been thinking about it, and I have come to the decision of hiring a butler. Why don't we go look for one tomorrow? Michael: Yeah, my schedule is cleared. Now who was on the phone? Danny: I'm quite hungry. Let's go get some high society food at my country club. (A little annoyed by Danny's constant changing
the subject, Michael just gives up, and agrees to follow Danny Starr
to the restaurant. The scene fades to black as they both exit the yard
through the backdoor of Danny Starr's mansion.)
Danny: Yeah, so that was the first time I rode a bike. (Michael has a surprised look on his face.) Michael: But… 2001 was last year… Danny: Yeah, that's right… Michael: Well, whatever. Anyway, what do you plan on doing for The Circle? Did you even know we were all team mates to begin with? Danny: I knew damn well what I was doing. We never meant squat to the High Society, or The Circle. You just make damn sure you and that pathetic, miserable toad, Chris Vargas, bring home those Legion Championship straps. Michael: Easy as 1, 2… (After a long pause, Danny speaks up.) Danny: 3? Michael: Three what? Danny: you said "Easy as 1, 2…" but you didn't say three. Michael: There's no 1, 2… AND 3. Danny: Yes there is, you simpleton. Michael: Why would 1, 2, 3 be easy? Things are easier when there is less numbers. Danny: It's called terminolo… (Danny never finishes the word.) Michael: What's the matter? Danny: You say 1, 2 is easier, and the third is too complicated, right? Michael: Yeah… what's your point? Danny: My point is… if Chris Vargas doesn't clean up his act, we'll make your "Easy as 1, 2" a reality. Ungrateful for everything I have done for him in the past, he forgets all of that, and snaps at me for accepting a challenge for the maximus championship in which I never even commented on? Michael: Are you saying kicking Chris out of the Foundation of Sensation? Chris is a major player, Danny. That's another enemy that we do not need. Not in the position. It's not the right time to even think about that. We cannot get rid of Chris, our friend, for a little freak out. Danny: You act like we actually need that tyrant. I have a plan in the works, Michael. A plan in which another impact will be left on the outer edge of the circle. Possibly the one that will put a hole through it's surface. I have a plan that which GWA will not be able to deny. (Michael looks at Danny with a blank stare for a second or two.) Michael: What are you talking about? Danny… I'm not going to continue talking to you, until you tell me who you were on the phone with earlier. I have a right to know, and I demand to know. As an FOS member, since the beginning, and until the end… I want to know who you called after Chris Vargas talked to you. Who was it? (Danny looks out the window, then turns back to see Michael leaning towards him slowly. Michael stops, and in a low voice says.) Michael: Who was it? (Danny stares into the blue eyes of Michael Diamond, and replies after a second or two.) Danny: Michael, a man has to stick to his priorities. You stick to yours by sleeping with every woman in Hartford, and I keep mine… by masterminding obstacles for my opponents. You see, Michael. When you have a priority, you shouldn't put it second, not even for someone you care about. Not for a job, not for a family member. A priority should remain number one on your most important list, whether it costs you your career, or even worse, someone you love. The point of all this is, Michael, the mere fact I have a priority to stick to, and I can screw with anyone's mind that I want. (Michael gets aggravated.) Michael: Danny! What does that have to do with who you called earlier? (Danny Starr looks away from the window
that he was staring out of, and looks at Michael face to face while
he leans back against the booth cushion. A sideways, evil smirk grows
on Danny Starr's face, and the scene cuts to black.) 
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