(Its the next morning. Night is ending and the morning light is just starting to break through the darkness. The sun hasn't come up over the horizon, but the rays are just beginning to peak slightly.)

(Down at the bottom of the street outside of a large high rise hotel building overlooking the city, we see WWA Superstar, Jevon Alexander White. The Epitome of Destiny stands on the sidewalk looking up at the top of the hotel roof. He places his IPOD headphones into his ears, and then goes into the menu until he selects the following song from the playlist.)

Artist: The Crystal Method...

Song: "Starting Over"...

(As the song begins to play in the IPOD headphones, in Jevon's head, the song takes over as it syncs up and becomes the mood setting background.)

(Jevon rolls his necks into a clockwise circle cracking all of his muscles loudly, working his way down he cracks all of his knuckles in his hands at the start of the song playing.)

(Jevon White takes off running through the revolving glass door of the hotel room, through the front lobby, and blast through the main entrance/exit to the stairs of the hotel room. From there Jevon White begins running up the flights of stairs to the six story hotel. As he is running we can hear the voice of his opponent, the Trendkiller overlapping in Jevon's head, edited and playing through the song while he runs up the stairs to the roof.)

V/O of TrendKiller...

I don’t care who you are or what you do. If you try to push me around or do me wrong, I will make you scream in pain and I will make you bleed. Jevon White should know about this, because I will be facing him at Underground.

(Jevon sprints past the door to the second floor and keeps going up.)

While White may think his shenanigans concerning The Franchise Players buys him some credit, his money is no good with me. I have no pony tail to cut off, White; you will have no partner to tag in. You and I will face off one-on-one and when I stand across from you in the ring, you will understand why Mal Somers is gone and staying away.

(Jevon sprints past the door to the third floor and keeps going up.)

Jevon Alexander White, bring your friend Mr. Black, bring your mother, bring your fans and critics, bring your unfinished business and bring your A-game. But understand that no matter what you do, no matter what you try to achieve, I will stand in your way and be the unstoppable force. You will wish you’d never come to the WWA, you’ll regret pursuing a wrestling career.

 (Jevon sprints past the door to the forth floor and keeps going up.)

Some would say we have a few things in common, Jevon. You, too, have lost a loved one and an unborn child; you, too, have captured titles elsewhere. But unlike you, I have found that which makes me strong. You are still floundering and searching, while I have found my path. My path, which has taken me this far and will carry me all the way to the top; I have found the focus of my rage, the armor-piercing ammunition of my AK, the fire that burns my soul. I will focus all my hate on you, Jevon, and no touch of destiny will save you.

 (Jevon sprints past the door to the fifth floor and keeps going up.)

Jevon, no matter what… I will hurt you.

I will hurt you...

I will hurt you...

I will hurt...

(Jevon hits sixth and final door which leads to the roof of the hotel. He jumps up, kicks the door open as it swing open, he burst out and onto the roof. He stops just in time as he is able to catch a good view of the sun just starting to rise. He breaths deeply through his nose watching the shining rays of the morning light reflect in his silver colored eyes. Jevon White slowly pulls his headphones from out of his ears and turns off the IPOD as he prepares to speak, catching his breath following a intense, non stop run up six flights of stairs up to the roof.)

 Jevon White: The calming peace right before an approaching storm interupts what will be a beautiful morning. This sunrise is beautiful, but it comes and goes only to go down and repeat every day.

I feel pain. I feel a lot of things. I feel peace. I feel love. I feel alone. But I ran up those stairs to make a point. Not just to show that I'm in great shape to face off against you Trendkiller on Underground this week. You pretty much already knew that. I wanted to run up these steps and step out onto this roof to make a statement. Is this a big roof? No, but its s roof nonetheless. I just ran six flights of stairs in a non stop sprint just to get up here and it wasn't to watch the sunrise. Although it is beautiful. I came up here to show you Trendkiller, Denrol, The Franchise Players, and the rest of the entire WWA that I stand strong. I stand alone.

Now don't get me wrong. I will never be upset or angry for being just a tag team wrestler. The truth of the matter is I am thankful for the life that I have led. I am grateful for the best friend who is better than a brother, for the second chance and the family that has been blessed to me, for the career that I have had. I've wrestled all over the world and held tag team gold everywhere I've went. Some might say that I settled. No, I didn't. I took what I have been given and made the most of it, but deep down I know that I am capable of so much more. I have had a taste of greatness and this year, 2010, I finish what I started, grab hold of the gold ring which I will never let go once I have a hold of it.

Trendkiller, when I face off against you, I come down to that ring alone but I step between those ropes strong. Will I be stronger than you. Not physically, but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

You and I, in a lot of ways are a lot alike. We both know the cruels pains of life. Its beaten us down, taken everything from us a hundred times over, and yet we're still here. Why? Because we refuse to let it kill us. We all break the same, but those same tears that we shed are the reason why we're not in a six foot hole right now. I'm not going to get into a contest with you over who has led the most tramatic life. We both know where we've been, who we are, and where we're going. We not going to dwell in self loathing and hate. We're going to stand tall, stand strong, stand alone.

You called yourself MY IMMOVEABLE OBJECT. You stand in front of me. Your going to hurt me. I'm going to break it down like this. You are going to hurt me. You're going to make me bleed. You could even break something in me. My blood is going to stain my platinum blond dread locks. But one thing that I am certain that will happen is everything that you do to me in our match, make no mistake about it. Even if it kills me. I will get back up and I will keep fighting you. As long as there is breath in my body and my spirit is still shackled to my flesh on this planet, I will keep fighting you.

Do I fear you? Maybe a little bit. Does that mean that I am setting myself up to lose? Not even. Because as I feel the lumps in my throat, the butterflies in my stomach, and that fear in the back of my mind. I know that I will all flutter away. Fear is never permanent, and as I look up at your seven foot tattooed ass and stare into your eyes, you will know that you are getting the fight of your life and I will make you ask the question...

"WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BEAT THIS GUY?"

And just when when that question enters your mind Trendkiller, know that it will already be too late. The bell will ring and you will have lost the match and you will hear the name Gary Trudeau over the microphone say the following...

"And here is your winner, The Epitome of Destiny, Mister Serendipity, JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVOOOOOOONNNNN
WHHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Know this Trendkiller, I'm not Jay Price, and I'm not Mal Somers. I've Jevon White. Just as you know who you are. I know who I am. I embrace who I am. And if I should lose, a loss will never keep me down and out. I will get back up and keep fighting you.

So it is said...

Let it be known...

So it shall come to pass...

Let it be known...

Another chapter and verse...

Quote the Epitome of Destiny...

I'm done.

(The scene fades out.)