[ - Sitting down infront of a glass table with his legs stretched out infront of him, we see the ever casual dressed, Jacob Mitchell. He has on a black "Prodigal Drop-A-Thon" shirt, and black track-pants. The left leg, was rolled up, as Jake now bent it, into him and begun to wrap it, with brown acewrap. Of course, when that was finished, he slid on a black knee-pad, to make sure that his leg didn't give out on him during the Anarchy Battle Royal. Standing up he stretched his left knee back and forth, loosening it up, although by the motions on his face, it hurt a lot. A knock was heard, Jake's attention shifted towards the door, as Askin walked in. A mixed reaction sounded as Jake sighed and looked around the room, over towards Askin.

:// Johnny: Jacob, the question on everyone's minds is.. How is your health? Do you think it'll play any part in your ro-]

Jake didn't let Askin finished, as he snatched the mic out of Askin's hands and lifted his right hand, slapping Askin behind the head, causing the fans to laugh a little. - ]

:// Jacob: Is my health okay?! No, my health isn't okay, but that doesn't matter. See, the second I got myself back into this, is the second that I decided to make sure I was going to give it my all, and make sure that I walk out with something. Now whether that something is the W2K Title or that something is the elimination of Lesmond beneath my belt, it's going to happen. Although I may be hurt, I'm still The Prodigal Son, and I always.. ALWAYS, win. That was DiBease sounding, but it's alright, I'd Prodigal Drop him too.

[ - Jake handed the mic back to Askin, as Askin slowly took it and held it to his mouth. - ]

:// Johnny: As you already know, Seifer is a late entrant into the Anarchy Battle Royal. Any words onto what might happen if it comes down to you at him?

[ - Askin lifted the mic to Jake, but noticed Jake didn't answer him. Looking around, Askin's eyes finally spotted Jake, as he stood nose to nose with Seifer. Jake, the taller of the two looked down at him, with a cold glare in his eyes, as Seifer didn't budge. Jake cocked his head back a bit, as he shook his head. - ]

:// Jacob: Well.. Well.. Well.. Looks like you're not late for everything these days.

[ - Seifer didn't reply, instead he continued to glare. - ]

:// Jacob: It's actually good to see you. Knowing you're here, makes me feel so much better. I mean, this time if I was to get hit by a car, atleast you wouldn't have an excuse not to help me out, right?

[ - Jake shook his head, as Seifer sighed, not really caring to explain himself. - ]

:// Seifer: Know what? Put it this way. You know I was banned from the arena. Hell, I wasn't even in Ohio! How can you pin the blame on me? That's messed up man, that's really wrong. But, tonight we'll be in that ring together, and if it comes down to just two of us, we'll see what happens.

[ - Jake and Seifer continued their stare-down, as stepping through the doorway, as the NLS' once Enforcer, Cage. The big man, was dressed casually too, as the two changes their attention towards Cage, who slowly removed his Oakley's off of his eyes. - ]

:// Cage: Would you two chill? Yeah, Jake. You got hit by a car, almost ending your career. But look at you man! You're still standin' tall..

[ - Jake added in his words very quickly. - ]

:// Jacob: ... Barely..

:// Cage: Doesn't matter you're still alive. So enough with this sentimentle bullshit, aight? You need to get back into your old mentality, the one that made you a big bad-ass son-of a bitch. Now you feel me?

[ - Jake looked down for a second, as he didn't answer right away. Cage stepped forward and shoved Jake's right shoulder playfully, causing Jake to stumble backwards. He lifted his attention up, and had a warm smile on there as he shrugged his shoulders. - ]

:// Jacob: You do know I'm going to win tonight right?

[ - That set off a laughs in the room, as Jake changed his attention towards Seifer. The two men locked eyes for a second, before, at the same time they stuck their hands out and shook hands. Jake and Seifer smiled as they both looked around. Jake spotted Askin still standing there as he smirked again. - ]

:// Jacob: Oh! Johnny, I forgot you were there. You may go now.

[ - Askin nodded his head, and quickly vanished himself from Jake's locker-room. As before he could, he stepped into a huge figure. Askin slammed into the wall as his own momentum was being used against him. Now, Jake, Seifer and Cage turned their attention towards the doorway, where, standing there with the W2K Championship thrown over his shoulder was Cross. Jake's smile faded off, as he didn't seem too thrilled by the sight of Cross there. The fans popped at first sight, as he stepped into the room, looking over the other three men, his gaze fell onto Jake, as he nodded his head lightly. - ]

:// Cage: Now, this is like Madea's Family Reunion! Gat damn! Well, I ain't know where Omen at, probably working on some hoodoo voodoo spell to cast to make the world die or somethin..

[ - Jake and Cross still exchanged cold glares, as Jake shook his head, turning his attention away from Cross. - ]

:// Jacob: Thanks for everything guys. I think I'm going to get something to drink and stuff. Gotta get ready. You know.. I don't have any alliances going into this..

[ - Jake shot Cross a cold look and shrugged his shoulders, while smirking, to mock Cross. - ]

:// Jacob: Unlike some people.

[ - Jake laughed lightly, shaking his head as he moved towards the door, brushing past Cross, and out of the room. Cross watched him leave, as he stuck his goatee. - ]

:// Cross: That's a stubborn mother fucker, I'll tell you that much.

[ - The three men still in the room laughed, knowing that was soooooooooooooooox0r true, as the scene slowly faded out. - ]