Setting: Backstage @ The Thunderdome

We find ourselves once again inside the locker room, shared by many...but currently occupied by none, at least momentarily. We then see the door opening and a victorious Nick Toretto entering the locker room, looking for the one person he knows will always give him the support he needs - his wife, Eden. However, as he enters, he finds himself alone.

However, what he does find in place of his wife is a note.

Nick closes his eyes and can think back to and hear the argument he and Eden had last week. She was using the words that he had told her and the only thing he could think to do to save the relationship that they had.

It was getting harder and harder for Nick when it came to his relationship with his wife. It seemed like constant fighting and there was something he could do. He could realize that he had been wrong and swallow his pride and simply apologize for his actions.

Apologizing was something that Nick was never good at...his pride always came first.

But would he swallow his pride in this case? Or would he simply remain...

...unforgiven

Setting: The Toretto Home - Minneapolis, Minnesota

A house that was once a pad for a proverbial bachelor...now a home shared by a newlywed couple, a home that at this point in time is silent and dark, only a small beam of light breaking the heavy darkness. The silence is also at this point broken...the sound of a car coming to a halt, keys jingling around and then unlocking the door.

The woman of the house has returned home. She walks into the house, turns on a few lights and heads towards the living room. Believing that she is alone, she sits down on the couch and finds that she is sitting on top of her sleeping husband.

The two have not talked since their last argument and the air in the house can only be described by the word tense.

Eden: Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't think anyone was home.

Nick: Well one needs the lights off in order to sleep and with the way the last few weeks have been going; I need all the sleep that I can get.

It's not you really...it's just that argument we had on top of losing that match...I don't know, I guess I just lost my place. I took it out on you and I shouldn't have done that.

Eden: I guess we both weren't having the best day in the world. You weren't the only one that lost your match; I didn't fare as well either.

Although I didn't get put through three tables either.

Nick: Wow...it took you that long to recognize that? I'm sure glad you reminded me of that.

Can't you see that I was trying to apologize for being a jackass last week? Or is what I said not good enough for you?

Eden: I was trying to add a bit of sarcasm in there Nick. You don't need to get back on my back for something that I did or didn't do.

Lighten up a bit, will you?

You'd think that you would be in a better mood because you won and got a small measure of revenge. That and you get another shot at a championship...

Nick: I would lighten up only if you would cut the crap - I was apologizing for being a jackass and you can't even accept that.

I guess it was a mistake for me to try doing that. I'm sick of us always fighting like this, but it seems that we will never be able to get past the bickering stage until both of us are able to grow up.

It appears that I'm the only one that has done that in this instance.

As I said earlier, I'm sorry for what I said to you last week. If you want to accept it or not, that's up to you - hopefully you will as I really need you in my corner on Sunday.

Love that is strained is never a healthy thing. When one is willing to forgive and the other isn't, how can things be fixed?

They can't.

They cannot be fixed until both parties that are involved accept that one has apologized to the other and forgiveness takes place. If there is no forgiveness, then there is no love, no support and a man that is married and has a wife suddenly becomes a man who is alone and has nothing. The man who wanted so badly to be forgiven is still...

...unforgiven

The man that wants to be forgiven by the woman he loves wishes for forgiveness. The same man is the one that left a path of destruction the last time he was in a ring asks for no such thing from those that were left lying in a heap in the ring.

This man now sits in an empty ring inside the gym that he opened, the gym that he owns, the gym that he loves the most...the place where he feels most at home.

Nick: Did I not promise that this week would be different than last week?

Although, I did not set out to do what I really wanted to.

What I wanted was to show Landzaat that his victory the week before was a fluke...that he couldn't really beat someone like Nick Toretto. Although, I did do a pretty good job after the match was over of proving a point.

And yeah...I'm pretty sure that I'm going to hear that 'but you did all of that after the match was over - you couldn't get the job done during the match'.

I also used a chair to enforce my point of view.

I didn't have my mouthpiece enter the ring, most likely knowing that he would become a victim, to distract my opponent from what I was about to do.

Which as we all saw, Landzaat wasn't that successful as after all was said and done and after all the smoke and dust had settled, was out cold and his manager was left in the middle of a broken table, also out cold.

Call it what should have happened last week when I met Landzaat in that tables match for his Freedom Championship. Or rather you could call it...

A preview of what is to come at There Will Be Blood.

And why do I call it that?

Well quite simple...it's what is going to happen when Landzaat once again goes toe to toe with Nick Toretto. And this time, it's not just plain old tables - it's barbed wire tables. That's taking it to a whole new level of brutality.

A level of brutality that I love.

A level of brutality that Landzaat cannot handle.

Perhaps that is a reason that Landzaat should simply put the Freedom Championship in my hands and just simply walk away. Because this time, it won't be me with blood all over my face.

That already happened and that was what fueled me this past week in that tag team match. The fuel this time?

Simply to prove that Landzaat's original victory was a fluke.

I'll prove it on Sunday and there will be no doubt left in anyone's mind who the rightful Freedom Champion should be. I may have said that last week it didn't mean anything to me, but that was a time where I was simply pissed due to the fact that I was made to look like a jackass.

This time, I wasn't the one looking like a jackass and therefore...I have a bit more motivation to gain a championship around here. It's just that simple.

It's also all about motivation.

Landzaat doesn't appear to have any. Then again, I don't know what even motivates a Neanderthal on a daily basis. In the constant search of food perhaps?

Or is it the quest of knowledge - a quest that for poor Landzaat will most likely never be finished. I hate to be cruel, but sometimes...that's just what the truth is, it's just plain cruel.

But you know...I've been droning on for quite some time and haven't really come to a concrete point. So let me do that and wrap it all up at the same time.

This Sunday at There Will Be Blood, the title will prove to be true.

In a Barbed Wire Ultimate Tables Match for the Freedom Championship, it will be a man on a quest to prove himself to the company that just because he lost his first chance at said championship, his second chance is well deserved and he will not need a third, versus a Neanderthal who can't manage to walk out to the ring or cut a promo by himself...

Seems to be a bit unbalanced there, doesn't it?

It does in my book.

At the end of the night on Sunday, there will be a new Freedom Champion; there is no question about that. I will show the world that Landzaat can't possibly beat a man that all he did to beat him in the first place was putting him through a couple of tables.

Quite simply: At There Will Be Blood, there will be no question as to whether or not Landzaat's first victory was a fluke.

Why not?

Quite simply: Nick Toretto will take away his Freedom Championship and leave him in a pool of his own blood...a lot like he did to me in our first outing.

A man that is determined for forgiveness in his personal life shows no mercy to those in his professional life. In his next match, it will take everything that he has to prove himself and become the champion that he knows and believes himself to be. Hopefully his deal with the devil will prove to be as fruitful as it was originally intended to be.

His resolve and will to go on and prove the world wrong will be his strength...but his faith in deals made behind the scenes and the lack of the one woman that he loves could prove to be his downfall. Will he prevail? Only time will tell...but one thing is for sure, after Sunday, there most certainly will be blood.