Brandon is seen, sitting around a bonfire by himself, drinking Molson Canadian, smiling to himself a little bit as he started to speak, as the sound of the fire crackling could be heard.
Brandon Roberts: So you can say that things didn't go great for me at the last show, I didn't advance in the Gold Rush, so I already have side tracked my own destiny to get what is rightfully mine. So a quick detour, and I see that I'm facing Christopher McMichaels, someone who's from that snake of a group named The Hamad Agency. They want to say I failed? They want to say I didn't hold up my end of the deal? I made sure that Saus did not advance. Because of me, he's not in this tournament anymore. Now Christopher, you're exactly what;s wrong with America, or parts of it because they are tons of things WRONG with that country of yours. You come from money, money you didn't even EARN. You grew up this rich, spoiled little BITCH and never had to work for a damn thing in your life. But then you sit there when people want help, and you got the money to help, you say what? Stop being lazy, get a job, make a living for yourself, I'm not some charity. A man who only has that money because of something that his great great great grandfather probably did that sit you and your family up for life, telling someone to WORK for his money?
Brandon smiles a little as he laughed a little and nods, you know just giving a small, slight little smirk as he opens another bottle of Molson Canadian. He then looks back up towards the camera and nods.
Brandon Roberts: You see me, I grew up during some harsh, harsh Winters in Canada, I would go out once it died down, and shovel people's driveways so they could get places. I would chop firewood for the lonely, lonely house wife who just needed to stay warm. I could've used some of that help, I could've used someone like YOU with a good heart to help me find my next meal. So I look forward to taking out that anger not only for your little group, but all the rich scum who over the years has refused to help people, who's refused to do good things.
He finishes up his bottle of beer and throws the bottle into the fire as he laughs a little bit.
Brandon Roberts: and then when it's all said and done, the people can live through me, and act like maybe their life is now better since someone ELSE stood up to the man for them. Christopher, enjoy the time you have left with that money. Because once I'm done with you, you'll be so piled up in medical debts, you'll wish you lived in the great Nation of Canada.
Brandon then stands up, and walks over putting out the fire, as the scene fades out slowly.
