The scene opens on a warm Sunday morning in San Diego. It's a perfect 75 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Having one of the best climates in the world, San Diego is an idea place to live. It's mild year round and there is a beautiful ocean on one side, with hundreds of beaches, with lots of beautiful women.

But our scene isn't showing these beautiful women, or gorgeous beaches. We are looking at what appears to be an abandoned storage facility. Many of the glass windows are broken and boarded over. There is still an over-abundance of exposed wiring, trash and a full thriving population of rodents throughout the building. The building is such an eye sore in the San Diego area. But one city's junk is another man's treasure.

The view goes into the building, where there is a ton of scaffolding, and construction equipment. It seems as though there are some major renovations happening, but nothing is getting done very fast. The workers, who are illegals, are standing around smoking and talking while the rats scurry around their feet.

Rebel can be seen walking above what we know is the War Room for XWF Wednesday Warfare. He kicks cans and trash out of his way, and he stomps on a rat that rushes up to taste his boot. The cracking of the rodent's bones and the squashing on the rodent's body echo through the pitiful looking building as Rebel heads to the freight elevators. He steps in and presses the only button that works.

The elevator shakes and groans as it travels down. At any second, it sounds as if the elevator car could break from its cables and free fall to the bottom of the shaft. But is safely arrives at the War Room level. Rebel Walks out of the elevator and into what is now his home.

The larger then average ring sits in the middle of the large room; a centerpiece that demands the attention of anyone looking at it. Scrap metal barriers have been erected a few feet from the ring to keep the inmates from harming the XWF roster. Past those scrap metal barriers are thousands of chairs for the fans to sit in. The problem is that many of them are broken, due to being used as weapons by the XWF roster, or by the fans when they occasionally start a riot in the stands.

Rebel looks out over the room. It's an awesome place. Yeah it's rundown, nasty, but it's got a personality. Mostly a Giovanni/Madison feel to it, but it is home. This is where Rebel will build his legacy. This is where Rebel will one day, soon, become King of XWF. But for now, he's Xtreme Champion, and he has a hell of a fight coming up with Peter Gilmour.

If you look around, off to one side of the ring, a stack of metal cage sides lean against the wall. The sections of cage look like they were taken from the fences that surround this complex, being covered in rust and weather beaten.

Rebel walks to the corner and lifts himself to sit on the top turnbuckle. He places his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on his clenched fists.

Rebel jumps down from the turnbuckle and unzips his black jacket. He is wearing gray sweat pants and a wife beater. Rebel jogs and bounces off the ropes a few times. He drops to a knee and pretends to take someone down. He stands and shadow boxes for a moment.

Rebel walks over to the side of the ring and hops out. On the steps of the ring, Rebel unfolds the Xtreme Championship belt. He looks at it in his hands and grins. He places it on the turnbuckle and lifts the apron of the ring up. Rebel drops to a knee and looks under the ring. He reaches under and pulls out a garbage can and places it at the foot of the steel steps.

Rebel again looks under the ring. He proceeds to fill the steel garbage can with various weapons. In the can, we see a stop sign, a few kendo sticks, a pouch of something, a barbed wire baseball bat and the kitchen sink. Rebel pulls the apron back down and sits on the steel steps looking at all of the weapons in the trash can.

Rebel stands up and grabs his Xtreme title. He picks up the can of weapons and starts walking up the ramp to the back as the scene fades.