A single vehicle rolling down the highway seems to mean very little yet everything at the moment. Slowly the yellow stripes flash by over and over again as a hand is tapping on the side of the vehicles door listening to some music. The song playing is Blackened by Metallica as the camera slowly focuses in on the face of Shaman who is the driving force behind the 2000 lbs plus American made steel vehicle from the year Nineteen Hundred and seventy eight. Shaman turns his head and speaks as he drives.

Shaman: “Emacula aka Evan McDaniel aka Emac. You got your shot at a WWA title. My Extreme title to be exact. Evan friendships put aside you and I are going to fight it out hardcore. In fact I think I am going to drag our match through the arena and throughout the city. Evan I have some very interesting anger issues to release and get off my chest.”

Shaman presses the gas as the 350 Chevrolet built engine roars down the road as Shaman pays attention to the road.

Shaman: “I lost to Dave Harley not a very important issue makes me a bit angry and yet again I had stuff to deal with. Right now Dave won a meaningless match. I look at it as he got lucky. He and I can face off again if he is man enough. Right now I have a title to defend something he doesn’t do very often and didn’t put up against me. He demanded a match no titles on the line. Dave I want a match against you again. No titles on the line kind of a rematch on my terms howabout an extreme match most pinfalls and falls count anywhere. Could be fun if your man enough. You won a match I didn’t care about. Now it is time to begin worrying about where I am coming from.”

Shaman shakes his head and looks around as Harvester of Sorrow begins to play on the radio.

Shaman: “Ok back to you Evan Harley isn’t a concern. You see Evan you told me last time you were leaving to handle home issues. I understood patted you on the back and said that I hoped to see you again. Now your back and trust me you sound like a damn morning breakfast cereal. Come on Evan fight this crap and get back to being yourself. You have entered a match with a friend and a man who is going to fight you hard and try to hurt you. This isn’t about friendships it is about the Extreme title. This title that I have won five times, count the fingers and thumb. Five times Evan and don’t think for an instant that I am going to not do anything and everything in my power to keep it. Our in for a fight and I want you to understand this. You have never faced me in the past and trust in the fact that your in for a fight.”

Shaman cracks his neck from side to side as he slips his hand over to the volume knob and turns it up as Shortest Straw by Metallica blasts over the speakers as Shaman sings along.

Shaman: “Shortest straw challenge liberty, shortest straw live in infamy, shortest straw the shortest straw has been drawn for you…”

Shaman headbangs to the music as he drives and he then raises his eyes as his face hardens and tightens as he looks on at the road before him.

Shaman: “The road to the future is unclear Evan. The road from the past is already written and I am moving forward. Everyday is a battle and a fight for anything and everything. You see your return means that you have unfinished business. Your return kind of makes a statement that you and I have a match and that the staff people think we have unfinished business. When the match is over Evan I am going to walk away and call it a day.”

Shaman drives on as he smiles and looks over at the camera.

Shaman: “Evan I am going to leave you some song lyrics so you can have something to remember for our coming match. You’re going to have to fight to understand everything laid before you for your future.”

Shaman drives as the truck screams away down the road as the camera fades to black and words appear as the last thing seen upon the screen.



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I know just where you come from
Where all your yesterday's are gone
And now you're done
But you've only just begun
It's time you opened up the door
And now it's all very clear
This journey of 1,000 years
Can you feel it coming
can you feel the sound
Can you feel it coming
Or is it the roar of the crowd
Can you feel it coming
Can you hear it
Or is it the roar of the crowd
Did you sleep without dreams
Did you fly without wings
Did you touch without feel
Where nothing is real
Did you feel it coming
Did you hear it
Or was it the roar of the crowd


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Lyrics provided by the band KISS