Running for his life down a darkened hallway, he doesn’t look back. Six maybe seven people behind him giving chase and he moves in and out of the maze in this hallway. Getting into the clear now he looks back, seeing only one of them still giving chase he starts to slow down. Heading into a forest now he starts to jog.

Thinking in the back of his mind that he can take whom ever it is one on one. Coming to a stop in a dark damp forest he leans on a tree gasping for breath. Looking all around him he closes his eyes quickly and moves his hair out of his face. Opening them again he spits on the damp ground below him.

Leaning backwards so he can keep an eye on where he just left in case them come after him he continues to breath heavy. Turning away again he starts to walk slowly when he’s hit from behind, knocked down to the ground. Letting out a burst of anger he rolls over to see who is assailant is.

Not being able to make out there face clearly he kicks off of them and starts to run again. Weaving his way in and out of tress and bushes he reaches the edge. Looking back he shakes his head and takes the leap. Free falling now from the top of the edge, his body falls at amazing speeds. Finally slamming into the ground, he jolts.

Leaning up in his bed he throws the covers off and starts to look around. He’s still alive, it was all just a dream. Grabbing his cell phone that’s on the night stand next to him he checks the time, Seven thirty am. Flipping the covers off him he stands up. His hotel room starting to let some light in from the sun. Wearing shorts and no shirt he starts to walk toward the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind it you can hear the sound of a man urinating. The toilet flushes and the water starts. Five minutes later he comes back out, now fully dressed in a black suit with no tie and a blue undershirt.

Walking over to open the blinds in the room he smiles, pulling them back he also opens the sliding glass door. Stepping out onto the balcony he takes a deep breath of air. Looking below him he sees the outdoor pool, just now getting ready to be opened.

Hearing his cell phone beep in the distance he heads back into the room to get it. Knowing the sound, it’s a text message. Walking around the bed, he grabs it off the night stand. Flipping it open he reads it.. “Meltdown Match. Number one contender to the TV title against Slyar.” Closing his phone he puts it in his pocket. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed he looks at the door.

Another chance to wrestle for the TV title lays in the wings. His mind and memory are with him as he remember twice so far this title has eluded him. Beating Slyar and gaining sole possession of the rights to fight for the TV title would be another chance. He may come up short again but it’d be there. Shaman has been telling him to bring his best and he will do just that on Monday.

Standing up he heads for the door to his room, opening it he walks out into the hallway and looks around. Walking toward the elevator as the door shuts behind him.