I'd Rather Die Living Life, Than Live Worried About Death.

"Hitler's Vision."

"BY FORCE, MEN! If they don't comply... shoot them dead."

An angry voice rang out... It sounded a lot like the voice of some middle aged man... raspy and full of hate. It seemed to be more of a growl than a human speaking. It was hideous with a hideous command that it gave. What was this command that left chills down your spine for? In time you were going to find out. The scene slowly fades in... it's not the same color quality as you are used to seeing... in fact... there was no color at all. It was showing an area shrouded in black and in white. There were people lined up... wearing the gold stars of David, but they appeared white to all viewers thanks to the black and white film. They stepped forward a half of a foot at a time at a very slow pace. Some wore cloaks of dark coloring and kept their head bowed. Others wore a coat or so that looked dated all the way back to the forties or so. Their breath turned to fog as it was well into the winter time from what was being shown. Men armed with assault riffles wearing the infamous Nazi logos stood glaring at the people with devious sneers on there faces... Waiting... JUST waiting for someone to slip up and do something wrong so they could have their fun and punish them in manners that they don't deserve. This was probably the reason everyone in this line was so nervous and so careful not to do anything wrong.  

"One slip and you ensure they never do it again. Permission is granted to do what you must, when you must, how you must!"

The men standing guard, if that is what you could call it, look like they were just given a promotion. They sneer and eye everyone in the line like hawks. About the time... as luck would have it... Some one does slip up. A small, young boy... He accidentally slips and falls to the ground... This couldn't have happen at a worse time. Everything had been so quiet for hours and the men with riffles had been growing bored without being able to have their fun... One of the men storm toward the child and lift him from the ground up to his feet pressing him against the chain-link fence wall that everyone in the line walked beside all by having a tight grip on his jacket and easily over powering him. The little boy is frightened to tears... worried what was in-store for him... With a cruel back hand slap... the boy goes to the ground again... He fall on his hands and knees as the man glances down... a member of the boys family tries to get involved... But to no avail... The other men that associated with the man who had smacked the boy hold them back in front of where the boy was in line and they shove them forward with tremendous force.... Threatening them to stay in line or prepare to be shot. They gave this scare by holding their guns up and yelling in German to ensure their point was well put across. Bringing the focus back to the boy... He starts to crawl and tries to return to his feet... but no. Another back hand smack from the man sends the child back down again.

The young boy laid there... Beginning to shake... He had no idea what was going to take place to him. This man who was beating him with slaps like he was a grown man was given permission to do what ever he wants, how he wants... And this wasn't going to be it either. He knew the slaps were only the beginning. These Nazi's were without remorse. The man had finished smacking the boy and rose to his feet tall and proud of his treatment to the child... The small boy tries to crawl and get back in the line he was originally in and had tripped out of. But it was not to be. The Nazi steps on his back and cackles turning to look over his shoulder toward his buddies. They laughed along with him. None of them were going to stop this. And the people walking by... all those jews who were just like the boy... they just walked forward in a steady march like nothing was going on. They ignored him completely... The boy's eyes began to shakes as he glared up to see them all walk by... all of them cowards... They weren't going to risk their last moments of life to die then and there helping him. He squirms a little... the weight of the man was crushing his spine. He grunts... The Nazi takes offense to this and points the barrel of his gun in the back of the head of the young boy... Daring him to move again by taunting him in German. He turns and cackles to his friends again. The boy was being nothing but a joke for them. His eyes watered from anger... He seen his fellow jews being shoved into concentration camps like tuna into cans.

He squints real hard grabbing the dirt that was on the ground in a tight grip... He was angry but could do nothing. He was powerless to him anyone. Let alone himself. His world was probaby about to end once the Nazis were done having their fun with him by stepping on him like a door mat and shoving a gun to the back of his head. He anger grows. Tears race down his cheeks. And he face turns red and begins to shake a little. The Nazi who had his foot planted in the boy's spine notices this and steps off of him and steps back aiming his gun right at him. The boy slowly turns over and glares at the man from the ground. He was young... but knew that his time was nearing. He was showing little fear... The Nazi shouts for him to kneel in German... The boy doesn't listen. He shouts again... The boy refuses to listen. The Nazi turns to the men he was associating with and nods. They walk forward on both sides of the boy and grabs him by his worn coat and lifts him up placing him down on his knees with aggression. Once they set him up they both smack him. One on one side and the other on the other. He did cry... but the tears he shed were from the anger and the hatred he had for these men. The Nazi aims the gun right toward the young boy. He cocks the weapon. And prepared. About the moment... The boy's last ditch, heroic effort takes place. With the dirt he gathered he chunks it right into the Nazi's eyes! He hustled to his feet and squinted as he darted away. This was it. Either he got extremely lucky and got away from them and saved his life... or he died trying... He hustles... He sees a clearing off in the distance... You are now viewing through his eyes. This clearing is like fifty feet away and is closing in fast... The clanging of weapons could be heard and you instantly knew the remaining Nazis were preparing to fire. It's closing in... now twenty feet... fifteen feet... ten feet... Hope grows... getting away is very possible... A gunshot is heard... The scene instantly goes dark...

"..."

The scene switches... This whole scene was taking place on a television set... But now... It was back where it needed to be... There sat Kevin Sane... A man easily identified these days in BUD as a force to be dealt with. Was he a negative influence? Not at all. He strived to be the best Franchise Champion he could and though it  was a minor rank... he had been THC champion for over a week with the twenty-four hours seven days a week rule in effect. Fact was... he made the best of every opportunity he got here in BUD. He sat there... He hair not wet nor pulled back like all the times before. His hair was wore casually like the rest of his attire. A t-shirt featuring the pay per view event that was coming up, "Vendetta IV". It was ironically the place that the winner of him and Rebecca Rancid would get their shot at the BUD World Heavyweight Championship, he also wore some baggy-ish blue jeans...  But who would it be that advanced to the pay per view event to face off for the title? Sure... Rebecca had gotten the fall over Drew... But who's to say if Kevin gave it his all would have been the one to do it. He wasn't yet ready to face his friend and mentor yet. He fought him to ensure the show went on... but not enough to matter. These thoughts... along with the images that were just shown on his television were racing through his head as he hung it with a sigh... His hair draped in his face hiding it from the camera for the moment. He leans back slowly... His hair falls from his face as he looks up at seemingly nothing. He was sitting on an old-school locker room bench and was viewing this footage from a television inside his locker room. He was not yet high in rankings enough to have his own locker room with fancy couches, plants, plasma television sets and tables and more... No... what you seen is what he got. The room was dark... except for a flickering light that went in and out above him.

"The holocaust was one of the most darkest hours in World History... let alone German history. People lost their lives and/or families in this thing... No one who survived was the same again. BUD... faces the verge and the threat of having a Hitler rise to power a defile a good thing. I know Drew Stevenson is winded after such a long reign. I know holding the THC title and fighting off all challengers for it is rough. I can only imagine what he must be going through fighting off people to maintain his mountain top seat. He must be at his weakest state... given the fact he is Superman... he is still human. Me and Rebecca proved it last week. He must endure a more fresh Kevin Sane or Rebecca Rancid than he is. Depending on how much we leave one another with... it'll still never amount to what Drew had gone through to keep the title. Rebecca is threatening to ruin the greatest championship in this industry by gaining it when she inserted herself into the position without gaining the proper momentum like I have. She came out of the blue and out of some love triangle to challenge Drew. It's unbelievable. I have beaten top contenders and made the Franchise title worth something now all while she was busy having more sex that the majority of the sixteen year old female population. I suppose she has her hormones to thank for her current position in BUD. Ratings are ratings. And I guess people hearing about her nailing "Big Bird" they probably tuned in to see if she was nailing other members of Sesame Street. Yeah, it's a metaphorical insult... "

The bad florescent light above him flickers wildly with a faint uproar of static electricity buzzing about. The light flickers a few more times but then stays on for a long period of time shining brighter than it had all the time that the scene was going on. From opening to now. It illuminates so much that couldn't be seen earlier. Kevin can be seen a bit better as well. He sat there... glaring down at the floor with a remote control in his hand. It was the device he used to stop the footage that was being shown earlier. It had grown to be too much for him to see... Far too much. Anyone with a red beating heart could not take viewing that for far too long. Kevin could be heard sighing as he reached forward to place the remote control on top of the VCR that was on top of the television set. With a clink and a clank he sets it down flat. He leans back and the BUD Franchise title the he took basically everywhere with him was seen draped over his knee shining in the glowing florescent light, Kevin reaches up with his right hand and brushes back the right side of his hair, sliding it to the back of his ear. He smiles seeing the BUD Franchise title. He slowly began to glide his right hand's finger tips again the letters on his nameplate that spelled out his name, "Kevin Sane". He nodded.

"I have said it so many times before. I am an extremely proud champion to any title I hold. Thus far... I have held the Franchise Championship and the THC title. I put effort into both. If you back-track the past champions of the Franchise title you will know that it spawned off the Lightweight Title... And that along with recent "Franchise" history combined makes for an amazing history. One side, blunders like Evan Pierce... and the flipside to that...  great champions like Seifer. I have be given a chance to hold onto a title with history... Just like I am with in steps of doing on Monday Night Hangover against Rebecca Rancid. One thing about me is... I never take anything for granted. Never. I unlike former BUD Superstar Scott Addams never took Drew's teachings for granted. I never expected him to take me in and guide me. I never got the idea to turn on him and seek my own selfish needs. I followed, yes. But while following Drew... I found a new path... and it did not involve me stabbing him and the fans in the back. The path was longer than following Drew and the one that required me turning on him... But it was something I had to do... Now... with the end of this road paved in gold... I face one trapdoor... Her name is Rebecca Rancid. All I have to do... is win. I have to beat a former BUD Heavyweight Champion to earn the right to face the longest reigning BUD Heavyweight champion. Most people would complain about such a hectic schedule. I thank management for this. Though I stand behind my belief that Rebecca is in an undeserving situation... I am still honored to earn my right by facing off with someone who has been there... someone who has been at the top. Someone who knows what it is like to be the person to beat in this business."

He smiled... he wasn't neglecting his situation... No. Not the least little bit. He was in the main event league of one of the most prestigious promotions on the circuit. Arguably THE most prestigious. And he was facing off with a female who had become like Athena was to Athens to this promotion. Everyone hyped her. Everyone. And she was a competitor that someone should have been honored to be booked against... and given any other time and situation... He would be honored... But this situation was corrupt one which seen her trying to take a mile when she was given an inch. She wanted more than she established herself to get. Kevin fought noble and fought to earn his way up this ladder... the fact he was heading up it at an incredible rate of speed was a phenomenon that could not be explained. He damn sure couldn't tell you himself what made him appear to be the "chosen one". You could see his face and tell he was thinking these thoughts. He wore a small smile that formed when he thought about his success here in BUD. None of it was over-looked. Nothing. Kevin picked up his BUD Franchise title and gleamed at it wearing his same smile... if not slightly bigger. He took the belt's strap and tossed it over his right shoulder and then began to adjust the belt onto his shoulder perfectly. He smiled patting it proudly. He dust it off gripping it tight on the opposite side strap that was hanging over his shoulder with his right hand.

"Hitler had a vision... He wanted to make Berlin, Germany the center of the world. He wanted to take himself and his Nazis and create the strongest force the world had ever seen. And through his corrupt words, his silver tongue and his hatred for just the right people... He came so dangerously close to doing this. Sadly for him though... He lost. And from there... He committed suicide. Whether or not gossip about him living and evading press is debatable. Fact is though... he failed. And with that... We never seen his complete rise to power. Rebecca, I see you as being a version of BUD's Hitler at this particular point and time. You probably will sift through that and find a compliment in it... Actually, I know you will. It's predictable. But back to my point... You are trying to take control of the most prestigious prize in this industry. I wasn't going to be the coward who stood by and watched you rise to undeserving glory. You are stopped here... You are stopped now. Your journey ends here on Monday Night Hangover; May fifth, two thousand eight. I prevent you from going on with the quest of yours and in-return... I give the fans a match... a fight that they want to see... That they hunger to see. I won't continue to sound arrogant... I know my chances of winning are good but not so much as yours, Rebecca. You have a stronger chance of winning from the simple fact that you have been there and everyone sees you challenging for the title above me. You're the most possible contender for Drew and me... I'm the one that people are dying to see run for Drew's title and reign. So it's a battle of realism... and a dream. But don't neglect the power and the influence a dream can have on people. No... Don't make that mistake. My dream is and always has been to be ever the best. And becoming BUD World Heavyweight champion would mean I have accomplished that dream."

Kevin nods his head wearing a smile on his face like he had been wearing for sometime now. The thoughts of what all he had just said were running throughout his head. He glared up at the flickering light to continue to remain in his thoughts of accomplishing a dream... The dream of being "the best" he said... A dream of winning a title of high ranking like the BUD Heavyweight Championship... Yes, that would be something special. Kevin stands up slowly with his championship title belt still resting on his shoulder... He had lowered his head as he began to stand but now has picked it up to glare toward the bad florescent light that had been giving the scene trouble all this time. He sneers a smile and shook his head. It was a bit trashy to some people. It made things look so distorted and so... unprofessional. But that was it. It didn't have to be the best. Not to him. He had dealt with the bottom of the barrel for some time now... And the time had come for him to rise above it all and be something. He chance at true immortality was within reach. Kevin sighs, still remaining with the same expression. He turns slowly and begins to walk toward the other side of the room which was like ten feet away. He reaches forward and pulls back the door to the room... a bright shining light from the hallway practically blinds you... Kevin steps through the door and walks out. He shuts the door behind him... The bad florescent light flickers a few more times and then the scene just begins to fade...

"Better Than A Joy Ride In Hitler's Rolls Royce!"

The scene slowly opens up... Fading in and such. You know... that whole sequence... Blah, blah, blah... It opens up to show... An area in Germany! Duh? But the area... It was a place... a small time place. A place that looked to be a slightly big flea market. There were tons of people arriving here but there was like NO one leaving with anything. The scene is being shown from above glaring down on this black, giant tent that covered a majority of the area and sort of extended outward with other more smaller tents. These seem to hide things. About the second a chorus of cheers like a small crowd could be heard echoing. It wasn't like a BUD crowd... no... This sound a lot smaller of a crowd than the BUD faithful. It was about mid-day so the sun was high in the sky but it was still a little cloudy.... but no enough to cause any stir and make people fret worried if it was going to pour down or not. No... This crowd and whatever the hell they were doing was safe and sound. Their fun was not about to be ruined. The chorus and voices cheering are soon replaced by a round of applause that made this popping sound like some small pop from a BUD audience. The land that this tent was sat on looked like it was dried up and on a section of land that looked like it was from a desert. It was just off some lonely road that had it's yellow lines long faded and yet... the road's only eyesore was it's faded color from black.

The scene switches... It shows this lonely faded black road and watches as some newer Volkswagen Jetta flying down the road. I mean it was FLYING. Moving at such an incredible rate of speed that you wondered why it had not been stopped yet... But then... you remember two major things. One; This was NOT America where if you were caught speeding your ass was fucked! And... Two; This was located on some dead road in some dead location... so what police figure would was his or her time out on a road that was thought to never be traveled? Yeah. Exactly. This would explain how the driver had gotten this far. The vehicle flies by where the camera was filming and as it passes you can hear the sounds of loud music blaring. The music... Was "Stupify" by Disturbed. Ironically as it flew by you heard one of David Draiman's shouts "FUCK!" As the scene switches to show the rear of the car flying off the music could be heard "I and myself stupified, coming back again...Why, do you like playing around with my, narrow scope of reality. I, can feel it all start slipping..." The song grows more and more faint watching this vehicle shrink in the distance... further and further away... It was a silver Jetta... nothing stood about it except the loud music blaring... The windows were tinted a very dark color and you couldn't see the driver or any of the contents of the vehicle for that matter...

The scene switches to the front of the vehicle and watches as it speeds closer and closer oppose to what it was doing earlier and drifting further and further away from viewers... Suddenly... The music dies! The loud music that was blaring so loudly earlier just suddenly seems to go silent instantly... The purring of the engine subsides and the sounds of clanking can be heard coming from the engine... The Volkswagen Jetta rolls forward for a second and then comes to a stop itself. The driver's side door cracks open and swings outward... The sun slowly peeked through the clouds and shined brightly as then driver stepped out from the car hiding their face from the camera's view for the moment. The step to the side and block-out the rays of bright shining light and show their self. It was BUD Franchise Champion, Kevin Sane! He wore some shades over his eyes and had his hair all pulled back in a small ponytail. He wore some black tank-top or wifebeater... which ever tickles your fancy... call it that. This narrator is sick of trying to explain that one simple piece of attire! Anyways... He had on some baggy jeans... Not TOO baggy so that it sags off his body to his knees... Plus, it's not like they could. He wore his crossed bones belt buckle with the leather belt he has been seen in before with the excess leather strap dangling to the side. Kevin simply shakes his head glaring toward the hood of his Volkswagen Jetta. He sighs and glares up toward the sky for a moment... He is mindstruck! He remembers he has his cell on him! He reaches into his pocket removing it and presses a button to light-up the screen... But, alas, there is no signal. He sneers and rolls his eyes behind the shades he wore. He raises his attention and notices the camera and seems startled at first... But is able to sneer a smile and nod his head. 

"I guess this will make for a hell of a Volkswagen commercial, huh? My rental Jetta just died on me and left me stranded out here in the middle of no where. I tried to use my cell phone... But I remember two things... One; I am in Germany... I doubt that my coverage is available out here... That and... Two; This is like the middle of no where! I doubt if my coverage come out this far that I would have it here. But, hey... I know what you're thinking. Ask the cameraman for a lift. Easier said than done. This fool suffered the same fate before I did. Why do you think he was filming prior to me arriving? Think it was scheduled. No, sir... It wasn't. But I tend to make the best of ANY bad situation... So I had this dude breakout the equipment. We were just on our way too... [He pauses] ...You know. On second thought... I think I will keep that hush, hush. Because the last time I opened my mouth... I had Rebecca Rancid cling to everyone of my remarks and try to use them against me. I say anything... and she will recycle it into something she can try and disguise to be something of her own. And you know... I sort of expected that... and yet... I did nothing to stop it... Hmm... Well, hey... More power to her. It was a rather nice concept. But to be honest... The Hitler parody has been seen and it was never anything special. Just people trying to be something special be mimicking someone who was believed to be into Urolagnia... For those of you who don't know... it's a sexual fetish that involves urine. That must be one major reason why Rebecca decided to go through with this Hitler parody... despite the un-originality it had. The two have so much in common, so why the hell not? Who knows what she is into in the bedroom. Sparrow could be whipping it out every night to give her a golden shower. Not only that... but within a promo... I believe I spotted the mustache coming in too. She very well could be the reincarnation of Hitler in a female form. But here's hoping she isn't... Because he was more of a freak 'behind the scenes' than Rebecca is... Judging by all I have heard, of course." 

Kevin sneers shrugging his shoulder. He was sure of everything he was saying. All of it was the truth and nothing but. He was definitely making the best of his bad situation. This whole "stranded" thing wasn't all that bad. He was pulling out a pretty good wrestling promo from the deal but this moment of pausing made his high that he got from speaking about matters that... well... matter began to fade and he came back into reality considering his situation again... He was lost... and was in the middle of no where in a foreign country... He usually was a little bit more responsible than this... But the thoughts of his up and coming opportunity seemed to throw off his good perception. There were not to be ANY worries about him competing inside the ring though. It was safe to say his head was in the game in this one. He was focused on this contest. He had wanted a chance like this shot for a very long time now. But... the time leading up to it seemed to be a rather clumsy time for him... Most recently with his car breaking down... right here... right now... before our very eyes. Kevin sighs and glares over at the vehicle... It was still steaming from the hood. Kevin sneers again turning his attention to the camera and wriggles his eyebrows with a smile on his face. He slowly walks over toward the from of the car... He glances around at it for a moment but then reaches down and tries to pop the hood... HOT! It was burning up! Kevin gasped and pulled his hand back wiggling it wildly... He raised it and blew on it once or twice then reached to his back pocket pulling out a cloth that always seems to be dangling from his back pocket... and he uses it to protect his hand from the heat that came from the car's hood... He finally pops it open and once he dose... WHOOSH! A HUGE cloud of steam bursts out of it... Kevin steps back waving it off.

"Whoa! Damn! Son of a... [He coughs] That must have been what it was like when Rebecca opened up for Sparrow for the first time.... [He coughs again] Jesus, how hot was this thing? I didn't go THAT fast and THAT far in it... Only about... An hour or so in the wrong direction... tried to turn around and speed in the other direction twice as fast as I came... And didn't stop... Heh, I guess all in all... I royally screwed myself in the end, huh? Oh well, Oh well... I am sure I can find a place somewhere around here that will help me fix this up. [He squints glaring around] Hmm... I don't see anything. Only that buzzard out there picking at the remains of that... skeleton. [He sneers ironically] Umm... Right. We are going to need to get the hell out of here. Walk with me... Talk with me. I am sure if we head up this road we are bound to bump into something..."

Kevin reaches to the back of his head and gives an awkward expression. He begins to scratch the back of his head and think... Sort of that nervous habit people tend to get when they... well... get nervous. He squints glaring forward... He sees nothing. He turns around and glares over his shoulder looking in behind him... He sees nothing. He gives a worried sigh. He then reaches into his pocket and begins to search it for something... He removes a pair of keys from his pocket then turns around... He paces toward his car... well... his rental car and heads straight to the back of it. He picks out one key from a set of like three and slides it into the key slot of the trunk that he just arrived at. He turns it toward the right and just then the trunk pops open and rises up Kevin reaches in and removes something. He reaches up with his free left hand that is occupied by the set of keys and he slams the door shut. The sound of the slams was so loud it echoed and caused Kevin to squint from the pain it had on his ears. He opens his eyes and proceeds to wriggle his finger in his ear mouthing off 'Sorry' toward the camera... Anyone who had their volume turned up must be PISSED off from that. He knew it... that's why he apologized. He walks around the car revealing a dark blue dufflebag in his right hand along with his BUD Franchise title belt... Why might he waste his time carrying these things? Simple... He had supplies in his bag for exercising... which included water and other things that might prove to be useful on his trip. And his title belt... well... Would you leaving a solid, pure gold, giant diamond ring on the dashboard of a stranded vehicle? Didn't think so. So him bringing his belt was to ensure it stayed where it belonged and that was with HIM. And not some random German who takes it and sales it on e-bay for God knows how much... Probably thousand upon thousands of dollars. He takes the strap of the dufflebag and wraps it around his neck as he walks forward toward the camera. He keeps the belt in his right hand dangling to the side and coaxes for the camera to follow him.

"Alright... follow me. Everything is going to be fine... Trust me. But while we walk... Let me talk to you people... You guys... The wrestling fans. What you have witnessed from me week in and week out was a performer who has the greatest love for the game... Much like our current... BUD World Heavyweight Champion; Drew Stevenson. Now, Drew... Given you taught me a lot about this sport and you have guide me for so long... I recently went out on my own. I actually did about a year or so ago when I won the Undisputed title in THAT one promotion. You gave me all the knowledge I needed to beat the odds on that night and to know you will be there ringside watching me do what I said I have done every week and put on an amazing show... means a lot. I know Zoey will be there. And she is a complete angel. She has been nothing but a sweet-heart to me and to see Rebecca try and take her out just to do away with her own insecurities that thought you would cost her and I the match last week sicken me to my stomach. She never should have done that and it was pretty much the most cowardly move I have seen yet. Rebecca... What you have done as of late has not been for the good of this promotion... It has been for the good of yourself. It's the kind of thing that blurs people's perspective of you and makes people think what I preach to be true... and that is you are so undeserving of you position right now. You want to continue to bring up my month long relationship with Jade Jiles? Go on. I really am unaffected by it. I didn't even mind her deciding to seek comfort, again, in another man. Durst came in at the right time to swoop her up. If you are interested in this 'days of our lives' drama... Know this, no matter how often you say her name... No matter how often you drop the subject of our little love rectangle... [He forms the shape with his fingers] ...It will go over-looked. Trust that. Why do you think I have finally JUST decided to bring it up? I just thought you should know this in case you want to take things you say in your promos in another direction... Like... away from anything I have to say for one. Just you... know... work on it. [He squints glaring forward] Does anyone else hear the sounds of cult cheering?"

As they begin to enter about a while of walking... the noise that Kevin claimed to hear could be heard more vibrantly. It was a chorus of cheer... a lot like the ones from earlier in the scene. Kevin stands there stopping in the middle of the road... the sounds of the soles of his shoes crunching against the pavement of the road silence once he does... His vision is impaired thanks to his shades... He sighs realizing this and reaches up pinching the frame of the shades with his left hand on the left side of the shades and slowly begins to slide them from his face... As he brings them down the give a glare and once they are removed you can see him squinting trying to get a better view of things that were going on down the road. He sneers a hopeful smile. Kevin glares toward the camera and coaxes for them to follow him... He runs passed and out of the scene... It switches it's view to Kevin walking up to a small black top tent... It looked eerie similar to the ones from earlier. Kevin smiles and waves at some old man as he passes him... The man scowls like an angry dog. Kevin sneers ironically and continues on his way. As he creeps closer and closer to the tent more people could be seen... Sort of like a flea market, you know? Everyone Kevin tries to wave at sneers at him with an angry expression. Kevin reaches to the back of his head and scratches it trying to figure out what in the hell was everyone's problem. Kevin just shrugs and sighs lowering his head to enter into the tent... The scene switches to inside it... And what a remarkable sight it was. With World War II memorabilia. Kevin walks by a frame and stops... His eyes spot a sight of something that didn't look right at all. An old news paper clipping from ages ago which the title read "Heil Hitler!" Kevin looked at it weird wondering if this was just for educational reasons or what. He shrugs and walks forward... He stops and spots another sight just a second after he seen the clipping... It was an old cloth... a flag rather with the Nazi logo on it. Kevin looked at it a bit weird like he had done the clipping and was starting to look a bit out of place... like he was growing to be uncomfortable. He glared over his shoulder and spotted what appeared to be veterans of the war... but alas... the were surviving veteran Nazis! Kevin's eyes widen. He realizes he had just stumbled into some get-together for a bunch of Nazis or something. Wow... And he was American... A group of people that cost them the war! He was... NOT in the right location FOR SURE. And since it was a private event... Well... This wasn't a conversation to have in polite company... but he could get beaten and destroyed and left for dead and no one would find him... Kevin swallows hard and then a giant hand slams on his shoulder.

"Mag ich Ihnen helfen? [Can I help you?]"

Kevin jumps when he hears this deep voice and feels this giant hand on his shoulder... When he glares over his shoulder and it is then when he realizes his eyes may have to wander upward to see the man's face. He was a rather large guy... looking to about six foot ten inches or so... Kevin himself was only six foot two inches and looked like a dwarf compared to the man. Kevin sighed and glare from the man's distorted looking shirt's designs up to his face. He had a farm animal's shaped head and had a face full of black hair. He practically resembled a biker... Everything you would expect from a Nazi... Kevin wasn't entirely sure what he said... but after studying books of the German language on the way over he knew the basics... which was what the man had just used. A basic sentence and he said it clear, though his voice was deep and raspy. Kevin reaches to the back of his head and nervously scratches it. and proceeds to look... obviously sarcastic to the viewing crowd but came off as being realistic to the man...

"Oh... No sir... No need to help here. Just admiring... Wait, you understand English, right? [The man nods with a scowl look] But... you don't speak it? [The man shakes his head from side to side looking angry] Well, good to hear that... Because... I ... uh... Come from America... [The man looks even angrier clenching his fists] But... uh... it's not what you think. You see... I... Uh... Umm... I am a member of an exclusive group on there other side of the enemies' lines! [The man looks no curious] Oh... Um... yes. Damn Jews... Die, Jew, Die. You see? I am a... uh... Nazi too. I am sicken at the thought of us losing... I was sent over here as... a... uh... reward for hating Jews more than anyone in my group. Yes, sir... I hate me some Jews, yes I do. You caught me admiring this flag here... It stands for a great vision! A vision of a... great... man... [Kevin looks ill] You know all about that though... Um... HEIL HITLER!..."

The man slams is open hand into the shoulder of Kevin roughly once, twice and a third time as if congratulating him for something special. Kevin squint and seems to not enjoy it but doesn't look to insult the man so he just guts it out and let's the congrats continue from the man until he stops laughing proudly.

"Das ist die Weise! [That is the way!]"

The man gives this odd evil cackle as he stands right behind Kevin... He pats him on the back a few more times... But the impact that came from the man slamming his open hand into his shoulder blade caused Kevin to lunge forward after every shot. Kevin squints but tightens his eyelids closed harder every time he feels the pain of a giant hand slapping his shoulder. The man continues to cackle evilly turns to continue on his way. He gives a grunt here and there because... not only was he tall... he was rather huge around the waist too. He looked to be near four hundred pounds... A real big guy. Kevin sighs a deeps sigh of relief. When the man leaves Kevin sticks his right index finger into his mouth as if playing off that it sickened him to even pretend to be a Nazi... Much less actually be one. He was no follower of a man who got off on being pissed on. He was no follower anyway... He was the kind of person who branched out.... Not to say he didn't accept help here and there like he did with his mentors of ages ago. Kevin simply rolls his eyes to back up what his actions expressed earlier and showed his disrespect to a man that he didn't find all too great. About that moment he could hear the sounds of people quieting... and on further notice he could clearly see that the area he was in had cleared out. There was no one there but him. His eyes wander and he notices this curtain moving a little like someone had freshly passed through it. He nods and slowly approaches it... Once he reaches up and BARELY opens a small crack in it... he notices something else. Everyone hand left to the bigger tent... Remembering back to earlier you could reminisce and see these black tents from back then when the scene opened it showed this all. Kevin watches as one guy on the podium speaks fluent German and speaks it so swiftly that it was hard to understand. He finishes his speech and extends his arm out far giving the Nazi salute... The crowd answers back with the same one... Every single one of them did. Kevin gulped hard realizing he needed to get the hell out of dodge... BUT! He got an urge... one that he couldn't shake off... one The he usually got when he felt he need to cause a little trouble... Show some disrespect to those who deserve the disrespect.

"Holen Sie der Rolls Royce heraus hier! [Get the Rolls Royce out here!]"

Kevin heard the man speak his fluent German a bit slower this time and could tell it was a command of some sort. He barely understood some of the words but he recognized one... well... two "Rolls Royce". Hearing this he looked around to try and find this vehicle the man was asking the people in the back to bring out. He looks toward the left and sees the entrance that he came in through and then he brings attention behind him... he sees nothing. He glares toward the left and it is then when he spots it... A black nineteen thirty-five Rolls Royce is being wheeled in. They stop though. There were like three guys leaving this car in neutral and were just pushing it out... But they stop and point of in the distance... All three normal sized men nod at one another and proceed to walk off in the distance that they had entered in and just leave the car there without anyone keeping an eye on it assuming everyone was in the major more bigger tent. They completely neglected the fact Kevin was even there and/or never even spotted him. Kevin's eye brow slightly raises... As if he had a devious idea. He can hear the man at the podium hyping the attraction that he was about to bestow upon all of those who showed up to this private event. Kevin sneers glaring back at the camera... He clenches the leather of his BUD Franchise title tightly. With his other hand he clenches the strap of the dufflebag tightly... just as tight as he was gripping the belt... He slowly begins to walk forward heading toward the vehicle... After a few moments... He makes it to it. He reaches forward and slowly grabs the passenger side door handle... He turns his head toward the left toward the rear direction of the car... He sees the men busy talking with one another. He rolls his eyes and glares toward the right... He sees a ramp that leads onto the stage. Kevin grins thinking that this was a bit too easy. He shakes his head to peer into the car again tossing his bag and his title belt into the passenger side seat. He cackles at how easy it is thus far... That was until he got TOO confident... And he accidentally slams the door... Kevin's eyes widen... He darts his head toward the left... YUP. They were looking at him! Kevin smiles and waves... BUT! He runs over toward the driver side door swinging it out and jumping into it. He starts it up and shifts swiftly into reverse! He backs up a little and proceeds to turn the steering wheel right. He steps on ther gas starts to build up speed!

"Das mann ist diebstahl die Rolls Royce! [That man is stealing the Rolls Royce!]"

"Sh*t!"

Kevin hears the man's ugly voice yelling out for reinforcements as he watches Kevin speed off as fast as the old vehicle can go. Kevin cusses but it is blurred out because this is television and we don't want people kicking BUD off air now do we? Then again with all the sex and drug usage... I don't really what a cuss word will do to the station. The scene is being shot now from inside the Royce. Kevin seems to have a very hard time controlling the vehicle but is adapting well to the ancient old style of the car and is actually making it move faster than it would originally. Kevin looks over his shoulder and see everyone scattering like a bunch of pissed off ants who had their hill destroyed. Kevin sneers and grins seemingly enjoying the rush. He pulls off onto the road and remarkably... squeals the tires. He wears a big grin turning the steering wheel wildly trying to maintain control... He holds onto it and straightens up the vehicle and proceeds to speed forward. Kevin looks over his shoulder again and sees a few people pulling out onto the road seconds after he did. They turn in the direction he was flying and then begin to build up speed themselves. Kevin tries to speed up... but the old model car is nothing compared to the newer ones that these people were driving... They catch up with him in no time. They drive on both sides of him threatening to bash into him. He doesn't bother slowing down... The two cars on both sides of him pull toward the shoulders of the road and start to swing inward! Kevin slams the break and gets out of the way of the two causing them to hit one another. Kevin speeds up and flies through the gap that forms after they hit one another! Kevin looks over his shoulder laughing. Beginning to cheer. BUT... then... SMASH! Kevin crashes the Royce into something... He doesn't get hurt... it just catches him off guard. He notices the Rolls Royce's engine shutting off but yet he hears the sounds of an engine rumbling... Glaring through the windshield he sees... His rental Volkswagen Jetta! The impact of the crash some how started it back up. Kevin Looks over his shoulder and notices the two vehicles from earlier beginning to get up to speed and were closing in fast... then behind them... Were an army of vehicles. He reaches over snatching up his bag and belt and turns kicking the door open. He hurries over to the driver side door of the Jetta and with his full hands he opens the door up throwing his bag and belt into it... He steps into it and slams the door shut behind him shifting the car into gear... it starts pulling off slow feeling the effects of the crash but then it quickly picks up speed and he is able to leave the Royce and the pursuing cars in the dust! The scene slowly fades...