Waking up in the Chelsea hotel with blurry vision and a sore head is not the way Chris Macbeth envisioned spending the Monday morning before one of the biggest Wednesdays of his life, one of the biggest nights of his life.

"Oh crap my head hurts"

That's what you get when you spend an entire day out drinking and partying by night. Macbeth rolls over in his bed and reaches for the phone on the side table next to the bed. Just as his hand reaches the phone he notices a couple of pieces of paper sat on the table. Picking up the phone with one hand and these pieces of paper in the other he dials down to reception to order some room service. He puts the phone back down once his breakfast is ordered and takes a look at the scraps of paper.

"What is thi... Oh I remember"

Macbeth is starting at the phone number of Faith, the woman who seems to have been haunting his time in New York City.

"What did she mean, she can help?"

Macbeth reads from the second sheet of paper that was left in his hotel room for him to find when he returned back last night.

"How the heck did she get it in here?"

Macbeth then remembers falling on his face in the doorway of the room working out that faith hasn't been in the room at all bit just slid the note under his door.

"That makes more sense now"

Macbeth's feet touch the soft carpet in his room as he swings his legs out from under the covers and sits on the edge of his bed with his phone in hand thinking about dialing the number on the piece of paper. After a short time the papers and phone gets put back on the side table and Macbeth gets to his feet and heads for a shower.


Sometime Later


Macbeth had still been in the shower when he heard his room service arrive. The smell of the bacon had wafted into the bathroom making him rush his shower a bit more than he usually would.

"If I am going to get over this hangover, I need some bacon"

Macbeth just has a bath robe wrapped around him as he walks out of the barroom and over to the tray of delicious delights that had been left for him. There was bacon, sausages, hash browns and Pancakes. You couldn't ask for anything more. He opens up the mini bar in the cupboard and pulls out a can of yellow monster. Everyone knows along with the bacon it's a can of yellow monster that fixes all hangovers.

Sitting at the table Macbeth cracks open his can of Monster and begins tucking into his breakfast. All while looking at the 2 scraps of paper.

Reaching for his phone he begins to enter the number. Having the last bite of his pancake he puts the phone to his ear and sits back in his chair waiting for someone to answer, waiting for Faith to answer.

Faith: Ah you decided to call me.

Macbeth: Well yeah, let me just say you had me intrigued. Wait how did you know this was me calling?

Faith: I just did. Anyway down to business.

Macbeth: Go on.

Faith: You’re going to be fighting for your right to be put in the history books in the XWF.

Macbeth: Yeah, what's it got to do with you?

Faith: Well if you let me finish I will tell you.

There is a slight pause on the line.

Faith: Ok well I have some experience in the ring myself in multiple federations all over the world. And I feel I can help you.

Macbeth stands up from the table.

Macbeth: Help me. How?

Faith: That doesn't matter. All I will say though is you don't need to be stepping into the ring each and every week alone getting beaten on by every man and his dog.

Macbeth: if your referring to my match with Big Bad Leroy, they were Ninjas actually plus the big beefcake Ultra, a clown and 2 dogs Mixy and Trixy or whatever their names where. I almost took all of that down myself.

Faith: But you didn't.

Macbeth paces up and down the room.

Macbeth: Oh yeah, and how do you think you can help me?

Faith: No need to worry about that, I have been in and out of the XWF arenas for a couple of months now I know what I can do. You just need to trust me. Do you trust me?

Macbeth: No, why should I. I don't know you except that you seem to have been following me around New York and now apparently the arenas I have been competing in.

Faith: Ok, I deserve that but I think you should.

Macbeth: Why?

Faith: You don't see it yet? Tell you what call me again when you make up your mind.

Faith hangs up the phone and Macbeth is left thinking about all he has heard. How can she help me? Can I trust her? What should I do?

Macbeth sits back down and pulls his laptop out of his bag and sets it up on the table in front of him. He switches it on and gets to his feet and takes some clothes out of the wardrobe and heads for the bath room..


A few minutes later.


Macbeth emerges from the bath room with the towel still wrapped around his waist but no cleanly shaven and sits in front of his laptop. He opens up his web browser and clicks into the search box.

Faith, Wrestler

A list of results appears on the screen not really showing anything useful to Macbeth. He scrolls down the screen looking intently at all the results. Clicking onto the next page and continuing his search. He continues onto the next page and the next after that.

Nothing!!!

Opening up a video sharing website he tries his luck again with the same search. A list of videos comes up most of no interested to Macbeth except for one. He clicks the link that reads Faith’s Wrestling Debut

Macbeth watches this other feds show intently as 2 guys are squaring off in the ring.

”This isn't her” Macbeth thinks to himself

Suddenly the picture goes black and Danzig – Thirteen can be heard playing out of his laptop speakers.

What!

Macbeth recognizes this song from his early shows in the XWF. He had been interrupted by this on numerous occasions just the same as these 2 guys on the video have been. The arena lights come to life and Macbeth can now see the 2 wrestlers lying on the floor, faces bloodied before the video cuts out.

Macbeth sits in shock thinking to himself that all the times he was interrupted in his early days at XWF, was that this girl Faith. The signs are all there. Arena Lights go out, Danzig – Thirteen plays and arena lights turn back on again. But something still doesn’t add up. She said she wants to help Macbeth. If she wanted to help then why she of would caused such a distraction for me at the beginning.

This obviously was not a chance meeting earlier in the week atop the Statue of Liberty or at the concert in the Garden. But how did she know where I was staying to leave the note? Had she of been following me ever since I got here, or maybe even before that. I need to call her again to get some answers.

Macbeth picks up his phone and redials her number but this time he just hears the generic voice mail service asking him to leave a message.

Faith, its Chris Macbeth! I need answers! Call me!

Macbeth finally returns to the bathroom and throws his clothes on and sprays some aftershave, collects his belongings and heads out the door for his meeting with Steve Sayers at Times ssquare.



Sometime Later





Steve Sayers was stood waiting for Chris Macbeth as he walked down Times Square. The walk had taken a little longer than the norm due to Macbeth’s lack of concentration. Thinking about his earlier phone call he ended up getting lost in Central Park.

What it is a big park?

Steve Sayors alerted the camera crew to get in position as Macbeth approached.

Macbeth: Steve, How’s the pocket Knife.

Sayors ignores Macbeth’s question and jumps straight in with a question of his own.

Sayors: Macbeth can you sum up how you are feeling leading up to your X-Treme Title shot this week on Warfare and also your thoughts on your opponent?

Macbeth: How do you think I am feeling Sayors. What a stupid question. I feel Hungary, Excited, Relieved I am finally being treated with the respect I deserve after the hours or blood sweat and tears I have been through for this company, to help Wallace Wits-his-name to make Warfare the greatest brand in professional wrestling. But most of all though I feel ready, ready to walk into Madison Square Garden on Wednesday Night and take the X-Treme Title. Take it from Luca Arzegotti, take it from the Black Circle and take it away from whatever god forsaking show they belong too and bring it to the greatest show on earth and hold it with pride representing Wednesday Night Warfare.

Now my opponent, the current X-Treme champion Luca Arseface a member of the wretched group known as The Black Circle. Well Luca and the Black Circle better believe that come Wednesday Night they will no longer hold the X-Treme Title within their ranks and I wouldn’t be surprised if soon there will be someone ready to take on Sebastian Duke and remove the US Title from around his waist and take it away from their little group.

People may say to me, “Macbeth what are you doing”, “Don’t go around pissing of The Black Circle”. Well I say, screw that. They all need to take the heat like we all have to take the heat that they dish out on a weekly basis. This Wednesday in the Octagon I am the one who is brining the heat, bringing my A Game and leaving a Champion cause and I truly believe this, causing the beginning of the cracks in the foundation of that obscene, disgusting stable. That’s right I truly feel that when all the dust has settled and the arena has emptied on Wednesday Night will be the start of the end for them. And I will be proud to be the one to do it. I’ll do it for myself, for the company, for the fans and for the greater good. This world must be rid of vermin like this and it starts Wednesday Night.

Thank you for listening Steve now I must dash.

Macbeth quickly turns and walks away answering his phone that had been ringing for a good portion of his interview with Steve Sayors.

Macbeth disappears in a crowd as the camera pans around too see Faith staring at him as he walks away.