Blood, sweat, tears and there simple little fears. These men and women believe that they have been through it all. That they have been through the extreme world of fighting. Little do they know what is to come. The king of extreme.

I laid there on my bed looking up at the hotel room roof. The walls where covered with crimson paint, that complimented the white carpet.

"Why have I brought you to my hotel room? Why not a grave yard or some kind of warehouse? Why not some stupid open meadow of nothing? Because, I am real and I am not afraid to show people how cheap I am. I don't give a damn about anyone but myself." Alexander begins to sit up a bit and plants his feet firmly to the floor. As he stands he reaches for the full throttle energy drink sitting on the night stand.

He says nothing but walks to the front door and opens it. As he looks over the balcony. He sees nothing but a smogged out city full of cars and polluted filth.

"Of course I am probably not the only one who cares only for themselves. The people in the cities that fuck this world up for there own gain. Personally I don't blame them. The only one that I give a damn about is me. The rest of you out there better prepare for the worst to come." He sighs a bit as he begins to walk back into the room.

"All I have to say is this CW. The King of extreme is here to stay and it is time to play. So say what you are going to say. Yet, don't forget that it is time to pay. Feel my wrath and take the pain, this is all for my gain!"

Alexander quickly slams the door as the scene turns to static.