The camera follows Crowley as he walks out the door and walks down the long ebony hallway. Aleister Crowley heads down the hallway and steps out on the nearby balcony which overlooks the oversized swimming pool. Aleister looks out across the pool and over the cliff side, where the beautiful Pacific Coast Highway is highlighted by the vast Pacific Ocean. The waves and whitecaps play harmlessly with nature as Crowley looks on, deeply in thought. Suddenly, Geeves, Aleister Crowley's long time butler steps out onto the balcony, In his hand he holds a silver platter. On this platter sits the telephone. Holding out the telephone to Aleister Crowley, Geeves begins to talk.

GEEVES THE BUTLER: A phone call for you Aleister. It's Jarvis Reynolds, he seems overly anxious about something. He says it's quite urgent.

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Thanks Geeves, I'll take that call right away. I mean, for JR to be calling me, well, it's either for a small bit of advice, or it's a matter of National Security! Either way, he's the best freind that a guy like me could have. And there is no way in hell that I would let him down now! So, gimme that damned phone and go grab me a god-damned beer!

GEEVES THE BUTLER: Yes sir, right away sir.

      Geeves hands the phone to Crowley, then turns and heads out of the room, and off to grab a cold one for Aleister just as he was asked to do. Crowley clears his throat and then holding the phone up to his ear he begins talking.

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Hey Yo! AC here. Jarvis, how the hell have you been? And what the hell is this call to the CrowleyMan all about!?! I mean, it seems like just yesterday we were working together, but let me tell you man, yesterday seems like forever!!!

JARVIS REYNOLDS: So are the rumors true that you are coming out of retirement bro??

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Well, I was looking into the possibilities of making a comeback. Something tells me that the time to return to the field of sports entertainment, the sport that I practically recircomvented all by myself, is right now. I heard that you run the NTICW and well, I was wondering if you could get me a contract there and a match like, well, like yesterday!

JARVIS REYNOLDS: You want a contract my man, consider it done. Hell, our companies already run all the promoting for the place so why not wrestle there too.

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Ahh, kick ass! This is great news, Jarvis. I was getting itchy to put back on those ass kicking boots anyway. I guess the time has come for me to return to the ring and leave lots of big busted bodies of little broken bones laying about, from ring to bloodied ring. And hey, that place is as good as any place to make my return to the World of Sports Entertainment. And remember this, I won't forget this, and neither will you and the world! It's like I said before, I got your back, anytime, anywhere.

JARVIS REYNOLDS: You've always had my back there man! Just like I've watched your's for years... You know how it is with all those guys wanting to dethrone the kings..

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Oh, hell yes, I know how that goes. Kinda like the way we once were. The destroyer of all things. The bringers, the slayers. Hahahahaha, don't we know it man! Now look at us. Our mansions lined in gold, from wall to wall. So, Boss, when do I start?

JARVIS REYNOLDS: How about we show up Thursday and send out a few messages that The Godfathers are taking things to a new level. How about you start then??

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Sounds like fun. I'll be there with bells on. I mean, I won't miss this thing for the world! Well, look JR, the StuDDs are on their way over and I have yet to wake the girls. So, I don't mean to cut and run, but, I got to get things rolling here before those StuDD Brothers show up. I'll see you later man, bye.

JARVIS REYNOLDS: The StuDDs are coming over and I wasn't inv...

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Hold up there JR, I see where this is going. But it ain't like that. The StuDDs called like 20 minutes ago, said they were already heading here from the airport via a limosene. If you hurry, you can get here before they do, and we'll kick their asses but good, just like old times.

JARVIS REYNOLDS: I'm there...

      Next thing heard is the phone slamming down..

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Hello? JR? Are you there??? Damn, Jarvis is already on his way over. This is gonna be sweet as hell. It'll be just like yesterday only all brand spanking new and shiny! Shit, I mean, we are gonna kick some ass brotha, and I do mean, KICK SOME ASS!

      Crowley hangs up the phone and pushes the silver tray onto the nearby table. Geeves, as if on a timer or a schedual, steps back into the room with a 12 pack of ice cold Budwiser® Longnecks. Crowley grabs one, pops it open, and then tips it up, drinking it straight down without so much as a slight little pause.

ALEISTER CROWLEY: Ooh, damn, that was refreshing! Almost as good as sex... ALMOST! Well, it looks like I better get Geeves to straighten up around here. I think I'll take a quick dip in the pool. But, not before I drink another 3 or four of these ice cold Buds®. I mean, this is the Breakfast of Champions. And just like Grandma Crowley use to say, "Aleister, remember this. You are what you eat!". Ahhh, what a wonderful yet crazy old bat she was. Full of wisdom that one was, God rest her soul!

      Crowley pops open another beer. He then walks out near the pool and downs another brew. He sets the rest of the twelver on the ground in the shade, then dives into the pool, as he starts his daily ritual of pool laps. Geeves steps into the room as if on cue, and picks up the beer, placing it into a small, nearby refrigerator. Geeves straightens everything up as crowley continues to swim laps. Geeves again dissappears from the cameras eye, and Crowley, well, Crowley continues to swim.

      TO BE CONTINUED...