The scene opens to show a fancy wooden bench of iron and wood. Behind it but before the bare trees all around sits the rubble of the once glorious Church of the White Falcon.

We close in on the bench to show book bound in solid white leather. The wind opens the book up swiftly as the camera zooms in. Soon the screen becomes it's pages.





The hallways backstage are abuzz with people going off to do something somewhere. Soon, the White Falcon comes out right in front of the camera and begins heading away. As we go to catch up, a glance to the right shows the name 'Styxx' on the door Falcon just came out of.

As Falcon is huffing off through a more open area his first name CELIO is yelled out from the left. The supposed savior of Pyromania is talking to a short stocky man donning a headset/clipboard ensemble. He scurries off with him beyond a screen.

Where we cut to right now, Falcon on the other side of that curtain with an LPW interviewer.

Interviewer: Here with me now is the man who will be competing against two other men for control as captain of the Pyromania team at Altered Reality, the White Falcon.

Now Mr. Falcon, you came back as cYnical's hand picked savior and becoming official captain of his brands' team at Altered Reality will certainly prove cYnical is going in the right direction.

Your return though has been marrred in literal pyromaniacs and your own personal white whale, EB4. Has the addition of Eddie to the match of Blistering Inferno hurt your chances even more than normal?

White Falcon: You get me in here for an interview and this is the way we start? Keeping the recent popular trend in wrestling as of late I believe you owe me an apology for your brazen statements.

Interviewer: What?

White Falcon: Say you're sorry right now. ***He says while clenching his jaw.***

Interviewer: Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry.

White Falcon: Thanks, now unlike others I will leave it at that and answer your question.

No, Eddie in this match changes nothing. I am so tired of this but what can I say. The facts, or more importantly the “W's” in his column against me, speak for themselves so whatever.

I guess just believe me, have faith in your savior when I say it ends at Blistering Inferno. Edward I am done trying to figure you out. This time I come at you the way you come at the world. I'm going the 'taking you out' way. This time there is nothing past you, it's fending Ken off and beating you. That's the spoiler-ful results for you.

Not meaning to discredit Ken Ryan's because I know I'm up against one tough bastard in him. I only gotta pin one though, and I know who I want it to be is all.

I'm focused on my training more than I ever was and  . ..

The scene snaps a shot of Falcon at the gym jumping some rope, then lifting weights, and then we are looking over the shoulder of a punching bag as Falcon looses up before teeing off.

He takes a shot, then another, then one more before bouncing back. He goes to strike again when the man holding the bags asks

Unknown: Why are you working out here anywhere, don't you have like, a top of the line gym at home?

White Falcon: I do but I'm trying to take it up a notch in my workouts and needed some assistance. And sorry, but I barely know you and don't really need a fanboy lurking through my house.

Falcon takes a couple shots.

We then notice the young man holding the bag is Jeremy, a college-age gentleman that recently interviewed White Falcon after being chosen off of a wrestling news site.
             
Jeremy: Ouch man that really hurts.

White Falcon: Sorry it's a comfort zone thing, let it go.

Falcon steps back and throws a D. Bryan-esque kick into the bag, forcing Jeremy to really hold onto the bag for once.

~Thwack~ once more.

Jeremy: So what's up dude, you got this shit at Blistering Inferno? That stunt at 20.3 was straight embarrassing.

White Falcon: I got it.

~Thwack~

Jeremy: I hope so man, you have got to be the captain at Altered Reality right? Yea, you just gotta. That's the spot for you right now.

White Falcon: What?

Jeremy: Yea man gotta prove that dominance to th..!

He is cut off by Falcon shoving the bag hard as heck, throwing Jeremy onto his behind. He looks up shocked and appalled.

White Falcon: No WHAT? As in what the hell is with all the fucking questions?

Jeremy gets to his feet, looking weary of the Hallowed Hitman and confused at what is taking place.

Jeremy: Umm . . .

White Falcon: Umm what?

Jeremy: What do you want me to say man I was talking? You know, like having a conversation and shit. What, you wanted me to come and just stay silent? That's odd.

A look comes over Falcon as if he suddenly realizes it is odd as well. He takes a step back thinking to himself.

Jeremy: I don't know man, sorry if I offended somehow. Not wanting people to talk at all should just be brought up prior to hanging out I guess.

Falcon appears to accept his actions and try to brush them off his mind.

White Falcon: No it's cool, just never really like gabbed when I worked out. Guess that comfort zone thing is coming into play again.

Jeremy: I guess man . . . wait weren't you always shown with like you're followers when you training and junk on LPW TV.

White Falcon: They didn't speak unless I spoke to them.

Jeremy: Really? Why?

White Falcon:  . . I  . . respect I guess. They were my Church followers, I was their Pope. We spoke on God and my works but not much more.

Jeremy: So who did you talk to?

White Falcon: What do you mean exactly?

Jeremy: You know what, I don't mean anything actually.

Falcon accepts this, avoiding awkwardness.

The scene cuts quickly to that bench outside of the Falkone manor lies and the Church once dide. This time the trees have leaves and instead of leveled rubble there are work trucks and the beginnings of the construction of something.

As the pages of the book still on the bench flutter on and stop as the camera goes and the words fill our vision.


The words fade off and that official backstage interview for LPW that was taking place earlier on resumes.

Interviewer: Now, after Blistering Inferno you will have to take your two enemies and turn them into allies most likely. How do you feel about this and does it affect the way you wrestle them at Blistering Inferno?

White Falcon: You know I've been doing some legwork and speaking with the possibles for what will be my team at Altered Reality and I must say I think this all can work. So far those I've spoke with along with Ken Ryans seem to be men that can deal with mutual dislike and still  fight hard enough for personal honor to roll over Insanity at Altered Reality.

I didn't mention Eddie in there because I have no intention of letting him make it to Altered Reality. I can bury the hatchet with the others but that disgusting man will not team with me, whether he adds something or not. That and he's as terrible with teams as I have been with him. He's getting smited at Blistering Inferno, so guess the team will still be looking after that triple threat match.

That doesn't mean I'll be taking it easy on Ken or anything, but I'm sure he can handle a hard fought war and still fight on. It's not like I'm out to injure him or anything.

I bet after hearing me Eddie is back there fuming. Don't get too mad bitch, I owe you after all.

The interview ends and fades off. Soon though the scene comes back outside of Falcon's mansion. Where the old church stood the ongoing construction of rock and wood begin to form what we can believe will be a new Church.

Soon the camera turns back to show a grey Ford Escape make it's way up the driveway.

Inside the vehicle sit the White Falcon and Jeremy, with Jeremy driving.

Jeremy: Wow, you live really far out here. No wonder we could never figure out where you lived.

White Falcon: haha alright, but thanks for bringing me home.

Jeremy: No problem, still can't believe you wasted the money for a cab to come all the way out here and get you. Damn. Why not just drive?

White Falcon: Didn't feel like it. Been taking the ole Rolls out here and there lately but never really drove much so still habit for someone else to be I guess.

Jeremy: See, break out the Rolls I'll drive your ass anywhere in that.

As the manor comes into view Jeremy squints out to stare it down.

Jeremy: Wow, that place looked huge on TV but damn again. And what's that? A Church huh? Thought you were done with that.

White Falcon: I am, that Church is for me.

Jeremy: Oh so you're not like opening a Church back up or anything.

White Falcon: Why, would you come?

Jeremy: Ah . . . eh . . Church really isn't my “thing”.

White Falcon: That's right. We will have to talk about that sometime. It's just my Church anyways. Mine alone.

Jeremy: You are one sad cat.

Falcon stares down and ponders a moment.

White Falcon: Eh, it's not that bad really.

The car comes to a stop before the walkway and bench, and Falcon goes to get out.

Jeremy: Alright man, catch ya later.

Jeremy extends his hand for a handshake.

Falcon stops and looks at the hand a second before shaking it, snickering, and heading out of the vehicle.

White Falcon: Catch you later. Alright sounds good. Thanks again.

Jeremy: No problem yo.

Falcon shuts the door and begins the walk to his home as the SUV backs up and heads off. As Falcon walks towards his home he veers off and into the open doorway on the Church being built. He goes in and off to the side where he enters a tarped off area.

From inside we see Falcon step into a confessional stall. It is very dark with very little rays of light shining through. He closes the door and sits. As he does he bows his head into his palms.

Soon, a whisper.

Unknown: Father, are you there?

Falcon's concentration is broke as he stares intently at the confessional stall next to him.

He clears his throat and say.

White Falcon: Yes, my son?

Unknown: I have sins I wish to confess.

A lot of them.

Falcon settles back into his seat as if he understands all of a sudden what is going on.

White Falcon: Yes you do. Go on.

Before he can go on the scene up and

***Fades to White***