*The scene opens with the bright sun shining through the transparency of a plate glass window. The glare of the sun is seen amidst the backdrop of a heavily wooded terrain composed mostly of thick shrubbery and the dense green capitulums of the surrounding trees that tower into the visible portion of the clear blue sky above. The collage of flourishing botany combines with the sound of near silence to create an almost eerie atmosphere to the footage as the lens of the camera begins to zoom out to reveal more of the surrounding environment. The large plate glass window extends in all directions to a light oak frame that is encompassed by a darker stained wooden wall headed by an open ceiling displaying an intricate system of timbered support and footed by a finished layer of hardwood flooring. As the view expands the massive area of the chamber is revealed to be centered by a long, oval shaped table that conforms to the theme of the enclosure. Seated around the table are seven individuals, each dressed in a business suit and maintaining intense expressions on their faces. The screen focuses in on one person at a time, pausing to display a caption with each streaming portrait: "Don Haney - TCWF Owner of Controlling Interest", "Douglas Potter - Proctor & Gamble Representative", "Jim Moloney - CWA MidSouth President", "Chris Fothergil-Brown - CWA Canada President", "G.W. Perry - CWA Texas President", "Brian Black - CWA Atlantic President", "Bill Gilman - CWA NorthWest President". Following the final visual introduction, an awkward silence ensues before Don Haney slaps the palm of his hand on the wooden table and speaks out in an enthusiastic tone.* Don Haney: So what do you fellas think? *Haney glances around the table only to receive the response of silence from his peers as each of them appear to be deep in thought, obviously pondering a suggestion. Eventually, Brian Black speaks up in a somewhat reluctant tone.* Brian Black: I think I could make it work. *Upon the terminiation of silence other members of the group begin to speak; each reaction being presented in a more positive manner than the last.* G.W. Perry: There will be quite a bit of talent available in the Texas region. Bill Gilman: The NorthWest is a ratings goldmine. Jim Moloney: Sounds like a quick and easy way to make a ton of cash. *The facial expressions of the individuals appear to regain some composure as they nod in agreement, ultimately looking to Chris Fothergil-Brown for his response. Instead, Brown remains positioned with his right hand cupping his chin in an unmotivated manner before letting his hand drop to the table and with a distorted expression speaks out.* Chris Fothergil-Brown: Are you telling me that I can't promote anywhere south of the Canadian border? *The inquiry from Brown immediately prompts the group to explode into discussion with each individual adjusting their posture to indicate their seriousness on the topic. The sound of their voices collide to create an incomprehensible dialog that seems to decrease in volume with each passing second. Moments later, the voice of "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh is heard in the background overcoming that of the rambling group.* Thus was the creation of the Championship Wrestling Alliance and the beginning of the end to my Tennessee Championship Wrestling Federation title reign. My next title defense was slated as a "unification" bout and it pitted me against three of the best I had ever faced in my then short career as a professional wrestler. "Heartbreak" Brett Meyers, a man known as Father Wolf, and my old friend, Jackylfan, were given the opportunity to unseat me as the regions champion and even more importantly become the first CWA World Champion. The match was well marketed. Unfortunately, the promotionals were all too much the same. Brett Meyers verbally attacked my mannerisms, Father Wolf discounted me as a contender in such a contest, and Jackylfan confidently saw me as just another guy he had beaten during his ascension to the top of the sport. Each man climbed through the ropes ready to give everything they had to win. None of us disappointed, but in the end it was Jackylfan that would be victorious. A worthy champion he had become. A stature he would go on to validate over the span of the following weeks in competing against the best each territory of the CWA could offer and walking away from those challenges with his championship in tact. I returned to competition in the Superstar populated Texas region ran by the ambitious Gord Perry who from first perception had no intentions of making my stay in his promotion a pleasant one. My "honeymoon" in the Tennessee region had come to a screeching halt and I was quickly reintroduced to the scandalous mentality of the professional wrestling industry. *As the Texas native speaks, the clip of the Championship Wrestling Alliance meeting slowly fades to black. After several seconds of motionless silence, the screen comes to life with images of "The Enforcer" competing against various members of the CWA-Texas roster. Action portraits containing faces recognizable to the fans of the Tennesse region such as Fritz Schmidt and Lobo appear in the view in addition to still frames of individuals with national fame such as Marcus T. and Trent Storm. Each set of photographs conclude with an image in the form of Kersh having his hand raised in victory by the residing official. The appearing images combined with the silent airwaves create an almost monotonous atmosphere to the clip before the voice of Kersh is suddenly presented to the viewers.* Relocating a portion of the company to my home state nearly eliminated the daily trials and tribulations of a professional wrestling lifestyle, but it didn't make the sport any less competitive. I've always told my opponents that they can expect my very best every time they climb into the ring to face me. It didn't take me long in the Texas Division of the Championship Wrestling Alliance to realize that I could expect exactly the same thing. Even with being surrounded by the corporate and undignified atmosphere of the wrestling "business" . . . those boys in Texas came looking for a fight each and every night. And fight I did. I have to believe that the federation's dedication to success inside the squared circle allowed me to overlook the shenanigans of the front office and specifically of Gord Perry. The President of the Texas Division obviously wanted to rule the territory with an iron fist. The solution for that goal was a group known as the "Texas World Order" whom Perry recruited to do his bidding. There's no doubt in my mind that Gord wanted to use the promise of fame and fortune to lead his band of misfits, but just like my journey through the Fans Wrestling Federation . . . the stacked odds were never enough to make me quit. Not even a surprise reappearance of a former opponent turned nemesis could stop me from doing what I had learned to do best . . . wrestle. The "bad guys" if you will won some, but I won more and I rode those victories not only to the top of the Texas Division but to the pinnacle of the Championship Wrestling Alliance. *The airwaves deaden as a post-match shot of Kersh holding his fists into the air begins to fade to black. Without pause, the shadowy portrait shifts to rolling footage of "The Enforcer" positioned in the corner of a wrestling ring and dressed in his in-ring attire along with a loose black Texas A & M tee shirt which slightly rustles as Brent bounces from one foot to the other. The sound of "Chariots of Fire" by Vangelis controls the audio attribute of the clip as blurry figures of bustling fans are captured in the background. Suddenly, a booming voice is heard prompting a slow halt to the current entrance music.* " . . . This contest is for the Championship Wrestling Alliance WORLD Championship." *The voice is quickly overcome by a roar of cheers that is silenced nearly immediately following the voice's re-entry into the airwaves.( "First . . . the challenger. Hailing from Beaumont, Texas. He stands at a height of six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred sixty four pounds . . . he is "THE ENFORCER" . . . Brent . . . KERSH!!!" *The crowd erupts again as Kersh humbly turns to the arena seats and lifts his left fist into the air in obvious recognition of the positive response to his introduction. The sound abruptly decreases in volume as the clip continues in addition to the voice of Kersh. As "The Enforcer" speaks, the footage displays the entrance of Damian Satanis and the ensuing championship contest.* Jackylfan "ran the circuit" and defended the CWA World Title in each territory, but he would not make a second trip to the Texas region. Instead, a wrestler known as Damian Satanis had managed to win the crown and it was his turn to defend. Even with the "Texas World Order" in place, vindictive "ghosts" roaming the arenas, and big time names like the Big Red Scare and Gravestone climbing the competitive ladder . . . I somehow found a way to make it to the contest as the number one contender from CWA-Texas. I would be lying if I said there was no pressure. The mere thought of participating in the prestigious contest gave me goosebumps, but it wasn't about winning. It wasn't about becoming the champion. It was about competing on the grandest stage. Knowing without a shadow of doubt that the man standing across the ring from me wanted it just as bad as I did. When the final bell rung, the official was handing me the CWA World Championship Belt. The only thing I remember thinking as I stood looking into the ecstatic crowd was, "I get to do this again". And I did just weeks later against a man that would later be known as a legend of sorts in Dave "Da Bomb" Dexter. Unfortunately, Dave and I weren't given the opportunity to duplicate the competitive contest the world witnessed when I challenged Satanis. A surprise intervention based on an ongoing altercation of which is still heavily debated today prevented either of us from walking away winners. We'd get another shot, but in a much different contest that ultimately signaled disappointment for Dexter and for me . . . the end of my Championship Wrestling Alliance tenure. *Kersh finishes his sentence as the clip which reflects "The Enforcer's" rise and fall as the CWA World Champion comes to an end with an image of Brent standing on the arena floor in his ring attire and glancing up into the squared circle with a disappointed expression covering his face. From there, the shot begins to fade to black ultimately leaving the viewers with a lifeless view before light is reintroduced to the camera. Slowly a small portion of a dim room is revealed. The owner of The Wrestling Domain sits behind an office desk wearing a white button up shirt and a black tie with his left hand bracing his forehead as he glances down at a pile of papers scattered acrossed the surface. The sound of an opening door breaks Brent's concentration and he glances up from the desk with an iritated expression. The lens of the camera zooms out as Kersh quickly regains his composure when he recognizes the individual entering the office as "The Outlaw" Barry Savage.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Hey Barry . . . come on in. Have a seat. Barry Savage: How's it going Brent? *"The Enforcer" shakes his head as Savage approaches, taking a seat in an open chair in front of the desk.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Alright, I guess. All this paperwork. The legality issues. The "corporate" tape. It's driving me crazy. I'm not cut out for it. Barry Savage: I know what you mean. So where are we at? "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Ya know, Barry . . . I really don't know. I just . . . need to stop thinking about it for awhile. Barry Savage: Yea? So you decided to take your aggression out in the ring! "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Yea, I guess I did. Made the call not long after Bib told me about it. I figure a little bit of competition will be good for me. Get my mind off this suit and tie . . . even if it is just an exhibition. *Kersh lets off a small shrug as Savage responds to the statement with a sudden pause a look of confusion.* Barry Savage: Exhibition? Brent . . . One Night Stand is a Tennessee Wrestling Commission sanctioned event. These aren't exhibition matches. Hell, they're putting the TWF World Title on the line in the Main Event. *A look of surprises covers the face of Kersh.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: What? That's not what Bib said. He . . . BRADY!! *In a frustrated manner, Kersh slams the palms of his hands on the surface of the desk. The camera zooms in on the nearly furious expression on Brent's face as the clip slowly transforms into a still frame. After several seconds of silence, the voice of "The Enforcer" is heard in the background.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: I'm not for sure what I was thinking. When Bib came to me about the Tennessee Wrestling Federation's "One Night Stand" event, the word "exhibition" stuck in my mind as the "x" factor of the suggestion. My mind was processing information quicker than my ears could hear it. With The Wrestling Domain being hit by an influx of legal issues and my involvement requiring significant executive interaction . . . much more than I had envisioned when I essentially created the company . . . it's obvious that I am distracted. What COULD I have been thinking? An exhibition? That's not me. It's not Brent Kersh. It's not "The Enforcer". Sure I've participated in non-sanctioned events. I've been in scrimmages. Saying that I believe practice is necessary would be a huge understatement. But even in those situations I would be competing. Competing against my opponents. Competing against the members of my team. Competing against my trainers. Competing . . . against myself. Competition is what drives me. It's why I love sports. It's what brought me to professional wrestling. It's what I do and just to make things perfectly clear, it's exactly what I'm coming to Tennessee for. Excluding two appearances within a TWD venue, it's been over a year now since I've climbed into the squared circle. Common sense says that the hiatus will affect the way I preform in the ring. For those that know, history tells you not to trust your senses so much when it comes to "The Enforcer". I'll be there and the fans know what to expect . . . a fight, TEXAS style. *The still frame close up of the frustrated expression of Kersh slowly fades to black upon the final word spoken by the former professional wrestler. Within a couple seconds, the darkness has been replaced by rolling footage of Kersh training in a gym environment. Brent is wearing a loose white Dallas Cowboys tee shirt along with black Nike shorts, and black Nike shoes that rise just beneath the line of his white ankle socks. A series of clips displaying Kersh performing a variety of exercise routines flash across the screen as the voice of the Texas native is once again heard in the background.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Jamie Krenshaw . . . I would like to say that I'm disappointed, but if I said it I would want it to mean something to you. From what I saw in your last promotional, for some reason I don't think you care what anyone else says or does or thinks . . . except yourself. It has nothing to do with me "judging" you Krenshaw. It's all about perception. All about . . . first impressions. I believe I made it well known the last time I appeared on camera that I was gone from the Tennessee Wrestling Federation before you showed up. And neither before then nor after then had we ever called home the same company. So I guess it would be needless to say that I wasn't able to see you compete with my own eyes. But I have to wonder about the stories of the fan favorite. I have to wonder about the prowess of the former Big Time Wrestling World Champion. I have to wonder . . . about you Jamie Krenshaw. About the past, the present, and the future. In particular, the instance that bell rings and you're standing eye to eye with "The Enforcer" in the middle of the squared circle. Will you be ready Jamie? Because I have to be honest with you, judging from your statements . . . I'm not so sure you will be. Check the tapes. Ask around. And I promise you that you can trust what you see and hear because I've proven it time and time again that when I climb into that ring I'm ready to lay everything on the line. And this contest . . . will be no exception. You just like everyone else before you Jamie . . . will find out that I mean what I say when I say, "The Enforcer" will fight until I can fight no more. *Kersh follows his statement with several seconds of silence, allowing the training video to continue. Mechanical exercise equipment of all sorts are presented to the fans watching from home as Brent uses them to punish his body into ready shape. The faint sounds of gasps and grunts fill the airwaves before the voice of "The Enforcer" once again takes over.* "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh: Maybe we're not so different afterall. You make note of not succumbing to the "vices" of the professional wrestling lifestyle and I'm forced to give you credit for that. But you're not stepping into the ring with Dylan Jones. I'm not Brett Meyers and our contest will have nothing to do with "decaptication cream". I'm Brent Kersh, Jamie. You want to know what MY vice is? Competition. It's not about the money. It's not about the "fame". It's about going toe to toe with a world class athlete to find out which man is better on that night. I'm not coming to "One Night Stand" for the money. As a matter of fact, it hasn't even been discussed. But here's the trick Jamie and you need to listen carefully . . . I'm not coming to Tennessee for anything else but to find out how good Jamie Krenshaw really is. It's quite simple really. I'm the diagnostic test. And at this point, your chances of passing aren't looking very good. You haven't even uttered my name Jamie. But that's ok. I know it's not about what you say behind the camera. It never has been and it never will be no matter how much the "entertainers" and the "promoters" of the sport of professional wrestling want to believe it. The only thing that matters is what happens after that bell rings. I want you to remember that Krenshaw. Remember it the next time you're discussing the attributes of success with your "class". Remember it when you're standing across the ring from "The Enforcer". Remember it when you're walking away from "One Night Stand" knowing that whether you won, lost, or tied . . . you faced the best Brent Kersh had to offer. *The training video continues, but begins to morph into a close up of the ICE COLD stare of "The Enforcer". Shadows and graphical blurs cover the face of Kersh, allowing the shot to quickly transition to a back drop of complete darkness. After a short pause, the scene pans to a commercial for TWF: One Night Stand.*