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Date Posted: 23:38:53 01/19/03 Sun
Author: Trent Rudiger
Subject: Countdown to Immortality, Part I-Three Days

* The wind slowly sweeps across the sea causing ripples in the clear blue water. The sun has almost set causing an eerie red-orange glow across the entire beach. The beach itself is all but deserted. There are umbrellas littered about the beach causing circles of shade for the few people left on the beach. As time passes, the people continue to leave the beach until there is only one solitary figure. This figure is hunched over writing into what appears to be a journal. Upon closer inspection, we can see that it is a journal, and it is none other than Trent Rudiger. Rudiger is dressed in a pair of swim trunks and sandals. He looks somewhat darker as if he has been tanning in the Portugal sun all day. He is deep in thought, writing in his journal, stopping every once in a while to ponder his thoughts. *

Rudiger (Journal): January 19th, 2003. I arrived in Portugal today. I decided that I needed to get here earlier than the rest of the CWF. With all that happened last week and the insurmountable challenge that I face this week, I realized that I needed to focus all that I could and prepare myself for my match this week.

* Trent stops writing for a moment to look out upon the sea. He stares out at a boat in the distance for a few moments before returning to his journal. *

Rudiger (Journal): I am still furious over what happened last week in Scotland. What could have been a fantastic match between me and Meyer Dillinger ended up being a complete sham. I was screwed over from the beginning to the end. Darrin Chaos and, President Stevens came out in support of their little group. I have no idea what Stevens is doing and what kind of alliance he is forming but it pisses me off that he has to screw with me and my match. Yet through all of the cheating and all of the outside involvement from Chaos and Stevens, I came within an inch of winning. That match was mine. The chance for the PRO championship was mine. They stole it. I cannot forgive or forget what they did. Dillinger, Chaos, and even President Stevens will get theirs soon. I promise myself that I will deal with them in time.

* The sun has set even farther now causing the beach to become darker. Yet, Trent stays on the beach continuing to write his innermost thoughts down in his journal. *

Rudiger (Journal): However, I have to focus on what lays before me. I cannot allow myself to be plagued by these feelings or they will cause my downfall this week. Stevens in his immaculate opinion, feels that I deserve another chance to advance into the PRO championship tournament. Who does he provide for my opponent? Travis Smith. I won't lie, that my odds against a CWF, hell, just a legend like Travis Smith are better than Flabulas being able to see his toes. That reminds me that I need to tell Flab, how much I was amazed by what he did in his match with Bistiza. That big guy is nuts. But Smith, is undoubtedly my biggest challenge since joining the CWF. I need to be at the top of my game, the best of my ability to challenge the legend. That's why I am here in Portugal so early. I figure I need to take full advantage of the time that I have before Wednesday. Well, the sun has almost completely set so I can barely see what I am writing. I will continue this another day. TR, 1/19/03.

* The beach is encased in darkness as Trent slowly gets up off the ground and regains his balance. He stares out into the dark sea just a little bit longer before making his way off the beach. He can just barely be seen walking away in the distance as the darkness envelops everything. *

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