He seemed to float down the corridor, unsure if his feet were even touching the floor. It was as if he was being pulled... pushed down the hallway. Looking for Nodar.

Havoc would convince Terry Nodar to sign the match he wanted. The ONLY match Havoc wanted. He needed one more confrontation with Zero. One more chance to do the damage needing to be done. One more chance to finish what was started two years ago. To finish what he set out to do. What kind of man would he be if he couldn't do just THAT?

Nearing the curtain, Havoc's eyes roamed the almost chaotic scene that live television brings with it. Picking through the yellow shirts of arena security, he singled out the headphoned audio technicians, fumbling with their equipment.

"Have you seen Terry Nodar?" Havoc asked the closest of the techs.

The man removed his headphones, and the look in his eyes indicated he hadn't heard a word Havoc had said. "Have you seen Terry Nodar?" Havoc repeated himself, slowly growing agitated, his voice showing it.

The tech lazily looked further down the corridor, nodding his head for emphasis. "I think I saw him down that way", he replied, pulling the headphones back onto his head.

Havoc turned without a word and strode down the hallway. He would find Terry. And he would have the match signed. Everything would work out.

Havoc poked his head into what appeared to be a storage room. It was empty, save a few audio crates and several filing cabinets. No Nodar. He continued down the hall, every step - one step closer to agony. Every footfall - Another shot in the leg. It gnawed at him. Pushed him forward. Pulled him down the hall.

Rounding another corner, his eyes searched through the faces of several wrestlers coming out of a locker room. No Nodar.

He reached for the locker room's doorknob, turned it and opened the door in one fluid motion. Nodar.

And he wasn't alone.

"Nodar…"

Terry Nodar looked up from his booking sheets to see Zero walking into the room. He was slightly surprised to see him actually coming up to talk to him. It would be the first time Zero had initiated the conversation. The only times they spoke during the telecasts was when Nodar was going over the booking arrangements for the matches.

"Lint," he replied. "What is it?"

Zero walked up to Nodar and looked down at the booking sheets that rested in Terry's hands. He brought his gaze back up to Nodar. "Look, I understand that you're in charge of the bookings here. I understand that it's your job to set things up for the ratings and the demographics." He paused for a moment and looked to Nodar. "Do what you wish. It's just your job, like this is just my job. But even if I worked at the local 7-11, I could at least request certain hours." Zero didn't have any nervousness in the tone of his voice. He was speaking frank and direct, setting up what he was about to say.

Terry eyed Zero for a moment. He laid the sheets down on the table and put his hands on his waist. "Yeah?" He wasn't sure what it was that Zero was getting at. "What hours are you requesting?"

Zero nodded his head towards Nodar. "It's not hours that I am requesting. But using that as an example, there is someone here who I am requesting to be taken off the booking sheets against if in fact those sheets show matches between us coming up." Zero stood up straight, breathing slowly as he spoke.

Terry looked back down at the sheets, reconfirming that Zero wasn't booked against anyone for that night. "Well, you're not booked against anyone tonight. But who is the person in which you don't want to have matches against?"

Zero looked Nodar in the eyes. "Mason Xavier," was all he replied.

"Havoc?" Terry questioned.

With a force in his tone, Zero replied. "Yes, Havoc."

"Why?" Terry knew that Havoc was booked in the tournament that they were conducting. But he didn't realize that there was some underlying motive for the man, too.

The answer to Terry's question could take Zero hours to fully explain in detail. He didn't have the time, or the desire to spend that much time on it, though. "Look, I didn't sign the contract to this place so that I could rehash my past." He looked at Terry, but didn't give him a chance to reply. "I signed it for other reasons." He had yet to tell anyone inside of the wrestling business about why he had, in fact, came back to wrestling. "But if I am to be here, I do not want to see that man in the ring again. I didn't want to see him again on the first day that I arrived here, but I did. But at least I have a choice about whether I am to face him or not."

Terry knew that he had a responsibility in the CWL. He knew that he was the authority of the wrestling facility for Tort Enterprises. If someone was going to tell him what he shouldn't do, he knew that he had better first find out why. "But why don't you want to wrestle him?"

"I just… don't. Trust me, ok? It's not for the better… for neither he nor I. It's a lot to get into. It spans back for a couple of years. I just didn't want to have to start up in wrestling again and have to relive those years all over again." Zero's face was rock steady. His eyes didn't flinch as he spoke to Nodar.

"I…" Terry paused. He looked at Zero. "I don't know the history. I just know the scouting reports of some of the times you two had faced each other. The matches received pretty good marks. But… this business is cutthroat. I have been on the other side before, too. And I don't want to be the man that the predecessor was before me here in CWL. So I…"

Suddenly, the door opened…

Zero and Nodar both turned at that moment, only to see Havoc staring back at them.

"What in the hell is this?" Havoc's eyes opened wide. He took another step forward and almost let his grip over his slight limp run loose from him.

Zero turned away from Terry and took a few steps forward. It was a confrontation. Nothing strong had been said yet, but both men were suddenly in that physical mode that one goes through. "What do you think you're doing here?" Zero demanded. "Coming to try and insert yourself into another match that was booked for me against someone… other than you?

Havoc took another step forward. "What do you think you are doing here?"

They walked closer to each other. Zero stopped just feet shy of Havoc. "I'm looking out for your… for our… own good.

Havoc stepped in closer. "You're looking out for MY own good? There is not a person who knows how to look out for my own good better than me. My own good lies with finally seeing the end to this… in my way of doing it."

Zero stepped in closer to Havoc. There were within a foot of each other.

Terry, standing behind them, jumped from his position, knowing that something was about to happen.

Softly, Zero asked Havoc, "How's the knee, Mason?" His eyes locked into Havoc's. "I'm doing what's best for both of us. Is a match with me what you REALLY need right now?"

Havoc's eyes lit up at the mention of the knee. It was the damaged knee that Zero had caused. And then, Zero was throwing it back into his face as if it was a slap of insult. "You piece of…" Havoc lunged for Zero, but Nodar jumped in-between just in time.

"It's not worth it, Mason. It's not worth your future… and it's not worth the past." Zero took one step back from Havoc, as Havoc stood behind the constraining Terry. "One more match," added Zero, "and your knee could be done for. Remember what happened Thursday?"

Terry Nodar turned to look at Havoc. This was all news to him, as well as to anyone else other than Zero and Havoc. He began to comment on what Zero had just said, but Havoc was lunging past him.

"You son of a bitch…" Havoc snarled as he swung a fist, connecting with the side of Zero's head. The knee set him off. Making an issue of it in front of everyone made him feel like the cripple. Having the culprit of it being the one now compassionate made it even worse.

Zero rocked against the table behind him. He didn't want it to come to something like this in the locker room. He didn't want to, but as he saw Havoc coming towards him, the reality finally settled into his head. Whether he wanted it to be or not… the chronicles were once again being reopened.