(The scene opens with a shot of a beautiful manufactured new home in Atlanta, GA. There is a cement staircase up from the driveway that connects the driveway to the house with a short walkway through the front yard. The house is a rather pale/dull blue that seems to make the house lack any possible character. Its a two story, 3200sq. foot house. Large by no means but not a bad place to hunker down at the end of the day. The house is in only Billy Davis's name through it is occupied by two men. Both men are inside at the moment, one sitting in the living room in an armchair that seems to be as new as the house and the other walking down the hallway from the kitchen. The man on his feet reaches the living room and just stares at his brother for a moment before speaking)

Billy Davis: What are you doing?

Steling Davis: Trying to turn this damn new TV on. This remote must not be one of those universal ones.

Billy: Thats because it's the DVD remote.

Sterling: Is not.

Billy: It says DVD right there at the top you idiot.

(Sterling takes a closer look at the remote and tries to think of something, anything to say back. He leans over and puts the DVD remote on the coffee table and eases back into the chair before giving up the thought)

Billy: Thank God you can fight because you didn't exactly get the brains you know.

Sterling: It's not like you are a rocket scientist ya know. Remember that time when you got a marble stuck in your nose when we were five.

Billy: That was you.

(Sterling pauses a second to regain his thoughts so he can really stick it to Billy)

Sterling: Alright, well what about the time when you fell off the porch at Uncle Larry's cabin and hit your head on the BBQ pit when we were, I can't remember, six.

Billy: We were four and that was you again, idiot. That scar there on your right cheek is from that fall.

(Sterling puts a hand to his face and a look is cast upon his face as if a life long question has just been answered for him)

Sterling: Man, thank God I can fight.

Billy: I couldn't agree more. Now give me some more information on this wrestling federation you got hired onto, whats it called, UCW?

Sterling: Its ULW, now who's the idiot.

Billy: Shut up and get to it.

Sterling: To be more accurate, its ULW: Revolutions. It's technically a development federation for ULW.

(Billy expresses a quick frown before he begins to speak)

Billy: Let me get this straight, you signed on to a devlopmental federation?

Sterling: Yes I did.

Billy: Did I miss something? Are you developing? After 5 years in the business you suddenly fill like you aren't prepared to wrestle men older than you. Men well past their prime?

Sterling: No, but here is the beauty of it. I have the option of going to the ULW if I so choose.

Billy: Yeah but-...

Sterling: Hold on, let me finish. I figure I win a few matches in this devolopmental federation, get in the good graces of the management, get on ULW's radar, and then instantly I go into ULW and I am recognized. Not only because I wrestle but because they have seen my stuff, they have seen my hand raised in the same ring they fight in.

Billy: Well it sounds good on paper.

Sterling: Just put some faith in me alright, it's going to work out just fine.

Sterling: Now to the information you crave. ULW:R which by the way, the R, stands for Revolutions is a fairly new add on to the larger ULW federation. There are between twelve and twenty wrestlers from what I have seen, growing daily. From what I can tell ULW:R Television is the name of their weekly wrestling broadcast.

Billy: Creative.

Sterling: And then you have PPVs, guest appearances from ULW stars, and a lot of that regular type stuff.

Billy: What else do we know about ULW?

Sterling: That's about it.

Billy: Well that sure helps, let me tell ya.

Sterling: The next show is in Omaha, Nebraska. I think we should go. At the Qwest Center.

Billy: Why, you aren't going to get any camera time.

Sterling: It will look good. The new hire showing up for work on day one, you know, that sort of thing.

Billy: Nebraska, man, come on. There isn't anything to do in Nebraska.

Sterling: They are the United States largest state manufacturer of corn.

Billy: What's your point?

Sterling: Just come with me.

Billy: Fine. But i'm not going to schuck any corn or whatever it is people do in Nebraska.

Sterling: Thats the spirit.

Billy: Alright smart guy. How exactly do you plan on getting onto the card for a fight?

Sterling: I guess the management will assign me a fight or someone will challenge me. Maybe ill have a good fight to begin my career here, someone like Andrew May. Though I guess he probably won't have time to face me right now with a Triple Threat coming up in a week, I can settle for Nathan Creeds or "The Love" if need be. But I really want to start off with a bang. Something, a match, to show the ULW management and wrestlers from the very start that Revolutions is going to produce someone, a champion, someone worthy that is going to descend upon ULW. I am that someone to prove Revolutions isn't developing just midcard teenage adolescent boys or grumpy old balding veterans.

Billy: You know nothing about these men yet you trash on them as if they were your twin brother?

Sterling: I've seen their stuff.

Billy: How so?

Sterling: I have contacts.

Billy: You do not have contacts.

Sterling: Yes I do.

Billy: Whatever.

(Billy spots a lone paper sitting on the coffee table between him and Sterling)

Billy: What's that?

Sterling: The stat sheet I submitted to PCW before I was hired. It's kind of like an application but you aren't really applying you know, just proving that...

Billy: I know what a stat sheet is, thanks.

(Billy heads into the living room and sits on an empty couch across from Sterling's armchair. He grabs the piece of paper off the table and begins to skim the page)

(Billy reads a few more mundane questions to himself and places the piece of paper back onto the coffee table)

Billy: You didn't win 3 belts in GCW.

Sterling: Yes I did.

Billy: The Hardcore belt was a piece of aluminum foil.

Sterling: On a belt and I wrestled for it.

Billy: GCW didn't even recognize it as a belt.

Sterling: Yeah well I wrestled for it and I won.

Billy: That was just something that "Crazy" Johnny Shanks wore around his waist to make him feel like a champion.

Sterling: Well I won that fight didn't I and I remember taking it from him, you were there.

(Billy sighs)

Billy: Thank God you can fight.

Sterling: Whatever.

Billy: So I have now grasped the fact that we are part of a developmental federation, and though I have grasped it, just to let you know i'm still not happy about it. But now that I have grasped it, give me some of your "contact" information on the talent.

Sterling: Like I said before, Andrew May. His stuff speaks for itself in the ring and hes a strong guy outside the ring, a real talent. Definitely someone ULW will be looking for in the upcoming months. And as far as sheer talent, he's the one. He is Revolution's golden boy right now when it comes to talent.

Billy: You mentioned "The Love" earlier, does someone really actually wrestle under that nickname?

Sterling: Yeah, his name is Leo Lovers. He hails from VA. He is six foot five and a healthy two sixty five in weight. He overuses his one liners from what I have heard...

Billy: Well you guys have something in common.

Sterling: And he doesn't mind taking a nice verbal shot at someone, anything for the fans so I have heard about him.

Billy: Well that just doesn't match all the love in his name now does it?

Sterling: I suspect not. He has spent time in Japan, trained with some of the best, high school athlete, boxing and wrestling heritage.

Billy: So the usual run of the mill wrestler background that wouldn't hold up against a black light if his life solely depended on it huh?

Sterling: That's what it sounds, he's nothing to worry ourselves about in the first place, he's more libel to trip over his long legs then pin someone the ring. He's got some facial hair, a few earrings, a fake tan. Nothing really exciting beyond his background.

Sterling: He's got a match on the upcoming card against a wrestler named Silencer. Another run of the mill story. A self proclaimed extreme luchadore. From what I can gather he just jumps around the ring as fast as can be, kicking, spinning, and I guess pinning. He's an aging guy so probably a little less kicking and a tad less on the extremeness.

Billy: Anything else on anyone, I need some names.

Sterling: There is an englishman, I don't know if he is the lone englishman but he is now living in Florida.

Billy: Living his american dream, wrestling, sunshine, and dentistry.

Sterling: His name is Liam Perrons. twenty six years of age as are we, six foot four and two hundred forty five pounds of englishman to be precise. Only a few years under his belt and he's rusty. Coming off a brief wrestling hiatus due to family issues.

Sterling: Oh and there is another one I wanted to mention to you about. Goes by the name of Carlos Marquez. Hailing from Columbia, just the place everyone wants to be, six foot one and two hundred fifteen pounds. I can't give you an age on him but I can tell you from what i've heard that he is an ass man.

Billy: Outside of the ring?

Sterling: No, in the ring actually. Apparently he's been known to slap, bite, and I can't even tell you what else to an opponents behind in the ring. He dances, claps, and bites.

Billy: Alright well lets try and avoid him in Omaha shall we.

(Billy sighs)

Billy: Speaking of Omaha what exactly do you plan on doing once we get into Omaha.

Sterling: Just kind of hang around the back of the arena I guess. Maybe introduce myself to some of the talent, some of the management, and maybe get a feel for the atmosphere. Just soak it in you know.

Billy: You've been doing this for five years now, it's always the same. The wrestlers are always rude, the management is always rude not to mention snobby, and the atmosphere is so much bad wishes and hulky testerone you could cut it with a knife.

Sterling: That's why we love it.

Billy: So i've been told.

Sterling: All of your sarcasm aside, I think i'm gonna fit right in here. I mean look at the similarities between the ULW and I. They have talent, I have talent. They love wrestling, I love wrestling. People tune in to watch them, and people tune in to watch me. I think it's going to be work out very nicely.

Billy: Sometimes I can't help but think one of us is adopted.

Sterling: Come on, you know you love me.

Billy: Let's watch some TV. I got the remote, don't strain yourself.

Sterling: Whatever.

(Billy smiles as Sterling just eases further back into the armchair)

(Scene ends)