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INT. DESERT RACING EVENT, LOS ANGELES- DAY

[The WWA cameraman now stands in the United State Air Force base in Los Angeles, the location of the Desert Race For Cancer. This is a total legal event created to raise money for several cancer fighting charities. The landing strip has been completely converted to the racetrack, complete with stands for the spectators and concession stands to get something to eat while you watch the many races. Panning up at the thousands spectators you can see that it’s split 50/50 between civilians and military personnel. On the other side of the concession stands near the racetrack slash landing strip we see at least fifty cars and a hell of a lot young racers in their twenties, as you would have probably guessed all of them are street racers from all over the country, New York, Chicago, Florida, and of course here in Los Angeles, also there are a few Nascar guys in the group but they’re keeping to themselves, seeing as how they sort of look out of place.]

[We pan back to the track as we hear the screaming and cheering spectators. At the starting line there are two cars. On the left is a supped up white Porsche Nine Eleven, the owner is Cameron. On the right is a yellow Lamborghini, the owner is Jeremy Bates. The flag is waved and the tires screech, the cars burn rubber to the fans delight, speeding down the track like bullets. The race is neck to neck at first but Cameron hits her nitro’s and blows over the finish line before Jeremy even knows what happened. The crowd is going bananas]

[Once more we pan back to where the other racers are sitting in wait. The cameraman scans the area and now we see Matt Keith sitting on the hood of his silver 2003 Jaguar. In his hand is a Chicago style hotdog with a side of cheesy nachos, and sitting next to him on the hood of his car is a medium Pepsi. Talking with him is his two best friends Danny Stevenson, and JC Swinger.]

JC Swinger: I feel like the odd man out.

Danny: Why is that?

JC Swinger: I’m the only one here that’s not a racer.

Matt Keith: That’s no big deal; half the guys here with cars aren’t racers.

[Matt and Danny chuckles, I guess you have to be a street racer the appreciate that “joke”]

[Matt looks to Danny]

Matt Keith: Hey, did your girl Carrie come?

Danny: Nah, she wanted to go shoe shopping or something. As if she doesn’t have enough shoes as it is.

JC Swinger: That’s how women are.

Matt Keith: Yeah, Cameron has more shoes than the shoe store if you ask me.

[The three of them laugh and Matt takes a bite out of his hotdog. But the laughter stops as coming strait for them is the three brothers. Ryan, Blake, and Seth Barlow, three of LA’s best street racers]

Matt Keith: I figured it would be one of those days.

[Ryan smirks smugly kind of like Matt would, and often does]

Ryan: What’s up guys? Having a little picnic or something?

Danny: What do you three want?

Blake: Is that a way to talk to a fellow racer? I mean we are racing for a noble cause.

Matt Keith: Come off it, you three just want to gloat about your first round wins.

Ryan: Why would we gloat when we know you saw our races with your own eyes? Getting the top times are bound to turn a few heads, not to mention turn the heads of the gamblers waiting for the Omega Grand Prix.

Matt Keith: I think you’re forgetting that Danny and I haven’t got our race assignments yet.

Ryan: Maybe so, but if you drive anything like Cameron I’m sure we don’t have anything to worry about.

Seth: But still…she is one hot b*tch.

[Matt tosses his hotdog and nacho plate to the side then grabs Seth by the collar of his silk shirk. Blake and Ryan steps up, as does Danny and Swinger]

Matt Keith: [Yelling] What did you say you little bastard!?

Seth: [Half choking] You…heard…me.

[Matt hurls Seth to the ground and his two brothers advance]

JC Swinger: Go ahead and try it so you can get your ass kicked.

[Seth gets off the ground and dusts himself off. Ryan tires to keep his cool exterior with a smirk]

Ryan: You three aren’t worth it.

Blake: See you on the track losers.

[The three brothers walk off as Cameron pulls up in her Porsche Nine Eleven. Matt simply watches Ryan and his brothers walk away, a look of anger written on his face. Cameron gets out of her car]

Cameron: Did you guys see that?

JC Swinger: Yeah.

Danny: You smoked that dude.

[Cameron looks over at Matt]

Cameron: What’s wrong?

[Matt’s angry expression fades as he looks down at Cameron’s cute face]

Matt Keith: Nothing important, just some business with Ryan and his brothers.

Cameron: [Concerned expression] Did they start a fight?

Matt Keith: Nothing we couldn’t handle.

[The race announcers voice hits the loud speakers]

Race Announcers: Matt Keith and Jacob Sterling, you’re up.

Matt Keith: I guess it’s show time.

JC Swinger: Good luck.

[Danny slaps five with Matt]

Danny: Kick some ass out there.

[Cameron puts her arms around Matt neck and kisses him]

Cameron: Be careful okay?

Matt Keith: I will.

[Matt grabs the cup of Pepsi off the hood of his car and gets in, he then gulps down the rest of it and tosses it out the window. Slowly he drives over to the track and gets in his starting position. While waiting, it’s obvious that he’s still angry about what happened with Ryan Barlow. But instead of letting it fester he begins to channels his anger into something else that’s been on his mind, a certain WWA pay per view]

Matt Keith: I feel no guilt for the pain I've caused, I look down not on myself, but on those who would dare oppose me. After all it's screw or be screwed in this world, no one gives a damn about you and your “big idea” to be great someday. When you first break into the business, you’re just as green as the money you paid them to train you, that’s all you are.

Matt Keith: As much as I try to escape these haunting thoughts, I realize there is no hope for a mind such as mine. So academically and psychologically gifted yet tormented beyond its means. All that remains is a god like shell looking to release its rage upon his opponents. Those who cannot respect how I accomplish my goals shall be silenced in the harshest manner possible.

[Matt types something on his cars onboard computer and regulatory graphs pop up on the screen]

Matt Keith: It’s been said by me already that Birthday Bash is where it all comes to a head, it’s where everyone finds out what kind of a man Matt Keith is. But before the brawl can begin the war of the words is now upon us. I turn on the TV and watch Insider; I watch and listen to everyone’s rantings on how they think they will be the next world champion. I watch as Jackson Kraven makes his way back to Insider and churn out mindless dribble, churn out the old No More Tomorrows catch phrase. I watch as Chance says his piece. I watch as everyone in the Birthday Brawl proclaim themselves the victor even before the pay per view has come and gone.

[Matt pressed another button on the computer and we can hear a small amount of nitro seeping into the gas]

Matt Keith: The only difference between them and me is, there will be now doubt that I will get everything I want and deserve. I won’t allow myself to go into the pay per view with thoughts of glory only to leave a failure, I worked too hard and too long to be just another superstar that’s only claim to fame is, “I almost won a title a while back”. Birthday Bash is zero hour and I will come out on top. COUNT ON IT!

[The flag is waved and Matt slams on the gas. The sound of the screeching tires and cheering fans is overwhelming]

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