Somewhere in the Nevada Desert: September 17th 1:03 PM.
[The scene opens with the camera pointed at a clear blue sky, not a whisper, not a sound can be heard on this hot Nevada Desert afternoon…Breaking the silence a light breeze sweeps through barley disturbing the silence of a few moments ago, suddenly footsteps are heard, the camera looks left and right but no people are to be seen, then three light thuds are heard against the dry Desert floor...As the camera pans down the three IWF Tag Team Championship belts come into view in a small pile atop the dry almost yellow sand, the black leather, the gold…They seem so out of place in this desolate landscape.]
Jason Fisher: All good things must come to an end…
[The camera spins to the left bringing three men into view, Jason Fisher wearing a brown T-Shirt and blue jeans and Converse Sneakers with his trademark aviators stands in front of Jeff Jackson who is wearing a black singlet with black cargo pants and white runners and Mark Westen who is wearing a white Pastel Suit with a black shirt underneath the suit jacket. Mark and Jeff are stood either side of Jason with their arms crossed while Jason stands with his arms at his side.]
Jason Fisher: The reign of The Red Shield Mafia has lasted for what seems like years, many a challenge has fallen at their feet, The Gods of the Ring, even the formidable Anderson Evolution was not able to take what the Red Shield Mafia cherish most…
[The group still have not moved from where they are stood, Jason’s hair moves a little in the breeze, he takes off his aviators revealing the same emotionless stare we have seen over the past couple of weeks, his blue eyes…Devoid of emotion staring into the camera]
Jason Fisher: You Red Shield Mafia pukes treat life like one big party, always high, never serious…You treat life as if it belongs to you, as if it conforms to your will, your desires…
[Jason looks to the sky as the call of an Eagle is heard in the clear skies above them, wings spread, gliding effortlessly, its sharp eyes scanning the ground below it looking for food, Jason looks back down at the camera, he ponders for a moment.]
Jason Fisher: You are wrong. The fact is: It is you who belongs to life, you who must conform to its will and desire. Life delivers sweeping changes when all is calm, when all is in turmoil it sometimes brings things to a grinding halt, and that is exactly what is going to happen on Monday, your title reign will come to a screeching halt and then you will realise that all your partying, all your laziness and all your lies have brought you nothing but pain and anguish just like every other wash out in this business…
[Jeff reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photograph of Jason super kicking Young Mannie, Jason takes it out of Jeff’s hand and places it down on top of the title belts almost as if this place out in the middle of no where is the shrine to the end of the Red Shield Mafia.]
Jason Fisher: I have seen your kind before and you’re all the same, just three more mouth’s talking shit, just three more mistakes with different names…
[Jason puts his aviators back on and looks back up at the Eagle soaring above them, the sunlight flaring off his glasses causing a lensflare on the camera before it too focuses on the Eagle, it brings its wins in close and begins to fall at incredible speed, suddenly its wings spread out again, it pulls upward suddenly taking a small animal with it off into the distance. Jason looks back down at the camera.]
Jason Fisher: You guys might have defeated some great tag teams before including us, but we have gotten much better since then, we have not lost since two weeks before Heatwave, we toppled the Moltisanti Coalition, we proved the world wrong!
[Jason takes his aviators off again and his eyes are suddenly much more intense, but there is also a smile on his face, almost as if he is happy to be in such an intense, slightly angry mood, Jeff and Mark continue to stand completely still, eyes focused on the camera just like Jason, the wind picks up again but it is stronger, kicking up dust all around them.]
Jason Fisher: It has been proven, we can defeat you…
[Jason chuckles and tucks his aviators in his pocket as the wind continues to blow]
Jason Fisher: And on Monday…The Red Shield Mafia’s title reign will come to an end…
[The wind really picks up almost as if it was a dust storm, the picture of Young Mannie being super kicked is picked up and blown away, The Hardcore Revolution are still there but are hidden behind all the dust and dirt.]
Jason Fisher: Because who dares…
[The camera focuses on the IWF Tag Team Championship belts that are partially obscured by the dust and dirt flying around them.]
[The camera remains focused on the belts as the scene fades to black…]