The scene opens up at Venice Beach, California. The sun is beginning to set over the Pacific and there is a cool breeze in the air. A group of skaters roll by laughing between each other as the shutters begin to come down over the windows of the many Tattoo Parlours and Cafeterias.


Suddenly after a quick bustle of people leaving there places of work to go home it is almost silent just the cracking of the waves on the beach dim sound of the hustle and bustle of traffic in the distance with people making there on Journey’s. Some will be heading home after a long days work, some leaving town for a few days to see Friends, Family maybe even a secret lover or dirty little secret if you prefer, maybe even heading out to the Staples Centre to catch the game, The LA Kings are up against the Dallas Stars tonight.

There is one lonely sole on the beach, sitting, reflecting, looking out to see at the passing ship out in the distance, and the glow of Santa Monica Pier’s Ferris wheel reflecting off of the waves crashing back and forth onto the sand.

A closer look into this lonely beach goers eyes can tell a thousand stories but one seems to be trying to show though more than others...

Is it Regret?

Is it Anxiousness?

Maybe...

The soft cool breeze causes the rustle of the news paper sat close by partly covered by sand and draws the attention away from whatever has been going on behind the thoughtful eyes of XWF Wrestler Chris Macbeth. He reaches down lifts the paper up, the sand pouring back onto the beach. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket he fires it up so he can read the print.

Especially the column at the bottom right of the page.


After this final read of the paper he has been carrying around with him all day he places the flame at the bottom corner and watches it burn, the ash dropping into the sand.

Once every last piece is burnt into dust mixing with the Venice Beach sand Macbeth slowly gets to his feet picking up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and begins walking slow out towards the sea the cool breeze hitting off his face and sending a chill through his body.

Reaching the sea, Macbeth stops continuing to look out at a distant light, probably some rich OC kids throwing a party on Daddy's Yacht.

The thoughts that have been running though his head for the past few days continue...

How did I fail?

Did I fail?

We did put on the show of the night...

Didn't we?

Macbeth attempts to push the thoughts of last weeks Warfare out of his mind and begins to walk along the beach towards Santa Monica pier.


Need to forget whats already been...

Focus on the future...

This fails as more thoughts of last weeks Warfare, namely then events that took place after he was having his fun with the crowd.

Thirteen the X-Tron showed.

What does this mean...

Was it aimed for me?

Probably just a coincidence..

Yeah, a coincidence.

Macbeth manages to push that out of his mind quite quickly but unfortunately it brings back the thoughts of his failed match that night against Crimson Cobra.

Need to look to the future..

Not dwell on the past...

The future...

Knightmask, World-1 International, Mark Flynn, Over the Top Rope Battle Royal.

Possibility of being the event of the night, I must not fail again. I will not fail again, not this time.

Sometime later Macbeth begin climbing the steps up on to Santa Monica Pier. He is meeting Ted for some food and a Drink.

I wonder if hell be on time this time.

The line outside Bubba Gumps Shrimp Factory was long with Couples, families, businessmen and solos waiting for tables to be made available for them all to have a taste off some of that famous shrimp.


Having the table pre book Macbeth skips all lines and heads through the front doors his baseball cap pulled down slightly lower than normal so not to get recognised, he doesn't need the attention tonight while he is still trying to forget the events of last week.

The waitress shows him to his table and explains the standard Bubba Gumps Rules.

You want me for anything; just flip your sign over.

Stop Forrest Stop.

A few moments later Ted walks in late as usual, he sits down on the chair opposite Macbeth and begins the conversation that Macbeth had been dreading that would come up.

Ted “The Wrestler”

Ted: Look Chris, I know you keep telling me that Wrestling’s not the game for me but it’s got to happen.

Fast forwarding past the heated argument which ended with Ted finally giving in…AGAIN, Macbeth sat alone at the table again receives a call.

A 10 Minute conversation took place…

CM: This will be good, ok, speak to you soon.

Macbeth hangs up the phone and pays the check.

CM: I can’t believe Ted ditched the check on me.

Walking out into the Bright lights of the pier Macbeth begins the walk back to his hotel with the previous telephone conversation in his mind.

This could be exciting.

Just what I need.

The band back together for one night only, well we say one night only, one BIG night, got to get some warm up shows in.

We have some rehearsing to do....