The scene opens with Jesse and Kratos getting the rolling Chassis finished on Jesse's C5 Corvette. They are waiting for the paint job to be done in a couple more weeks.

Jesse: Kratos, you remember when we decided to join together and remake the S.O.A.?

I can see the start of my car project and your trike project as we both worked on them and ourselves and together.

The memories began to play He had a different aura compared to Jesse; where Jesse thrived in laughter and vivacity, Kratos inhabited a shadowy world, often retreating into the darker corners of his mind. But their differences had always complemented each other, like fuel and fire.

Kratos:Are you sure you want to do this, Jesse?

his voice low and gravelly.

Kratos:Resurrecting the Sons of Anarchy?

Jesse grinned widely, unfazed.

Jesse:That’s the beauty of it, Kratos! We’ll make it our own! Blend your focus with my charisma. Trust me, we’ll be unstoppable!

Kratos chuckled, a shadow of a smile forming on his lips.

Kratos:All right, then. But it’s going to require more than just enthusiasm. We need to build a presence, starting with a unique tag team persona that reflects both of us. Plus, we need some serious wheels for our entrance.

Jesse:Absolutely!

Jesse exclaimed.

Jesse:I’ve already got plans for my ride, a sports car that’s not just fast but also resonates with who I am. And you? We need something that screams ‘power’ for your entrance.”

Kratos nodded, considering.

Kratos:A trike could work.

Jesse:Dude

Jesse laughed.

Jesse:You’ll look like a cartoon character!”

Kratos: A powerful cartoon character. Imagine the sheer presence.

Jesse rolled his eyes playfully.

Jesse: Okay, okay. A trike it is! Let’s make sure it’s sleek, heavy-duty, and as menacing as you.”

The duo spent the next few weeks working tirelessly in Jesse’s garage. Beneath the flickering fluorescent lights, the scent of oil and gasoline mingled with youthful ambition. Jesse poured his heart into the car, every rivet and bolt infused with his spirit. Bright colors and intricate designs echoed the fun-loving nature he possessed, with a fiery dragon emblazoned on the side as a nod to his last name.

Kratos, meanwhile, designed his trike in a way that reflected his own dark personality. Deep blacks and metallic colors dominated the structure, and he meticulously ensured that it had an imposing silhouette. It was a contrast to Jesse’s bright creation, but together, they formed a complete picture, a kaleidoscope of personality and power.

As they worked, the cousins shared stories about their fathers, legendary tales of their victories, sacrifices, and the unbreakable bond they shared. Their fathers had not only been partners in wrestling but also brothers, forging their path through life with a sense of camaraderie that they hadn't wanted even in the face of adversity. Jesse and Kratos sometimes wrestled with nostalgia, memories washing over them like a bittersweet tide; but they channeled that energy into their project, forging new stories they would write together

Jesse: Hey shark guy whatever your real name is. But dude we have already had somewhat of a match at Fatality and we both know how that turned out for you and I.

Seeing that match is over now we have another chance to step into the ring again. This time I won't need help from my family because while you believe that you have a chance against me I want you to know that you're just kidding yourself.

Jesse and Kratos found the last of the parts there and continued finishing the rolling chassis as the scene fades to black…….